#( platonic )

[ghostedeabha]

new fave piece of law fanart just dropped🥺💞💔

Law and The Dear Bones

Sometimes we remember how cruelly the One Piece World treated Law and and our thoughts turn to dark subjects. We're sure Law would love to keep Cora-san's bones...

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Ruffled Hair and Genuine Smiles

Riddle x !Mother Figure! Reader (platonic)

It was after Riddle's overblot, when you crouched next to him on the ground as he cried and gently wiped his tears before offering the warmest hug he's ever gotten in his life, that he first felt that warm feeling in his chest.

You went on to offer to help him make the tart Ace demanded as an apology; pointing out that Ace had plenty of help making his and therefore Riddle deserved at least one person to help him.

When it came to baking the tart, Riddle had that unfamiliar, warm feeling in his chest the whole time you two were working.

You giggled when he got flour on his cheek, and when he pouted, you smudged some on your own as well so the two of you would match.

Riddle was stunned by your action, but he found himself letting out the most genuine laugh he's laughed in ages.

When Riddle mentioned the oyster sauce you gave him a strange look before shrugging and telling him to go ahead and add it. (It would he Trey, the one who told him this little 'trick', that would be tasting the consequences)

You could see Riddle trying his hardest to be better after his overblot, so you made sure to let him know you saw his efforts. Sometimes you did this with words, and other times you did it by fondly ruffling his hair.

It doesn't matter if you're all that much older than Riddle or not, at this point he was starting to unconsciously see you as a mother figure.

On the rare occasion that he didn't already have his tie tied perfectly and positioned just right, you would come up and do it for him. (there's that warm feeling again)

On test days you'd meet up with him after school to see how he did. When he did well you hugged him happily. When he did poorer than he hoped, you still hugged him: reassuring him that this wouldn't be the end of the world. "We all fall short of our goals sometimes. It's a part of life and it's how we learn. Look at your test. The ones you got wrong are marked. You can take this information and use it to do better next time. You know what you struggle with, so work on it. There will be plenty more tests for you to ace in the future, but you won't be able to do so if you allow yourself to be put down by this one. I believe in you, Riddle; and I'm proud of you whether you get 100% or not."

Riddle was stunned by your words and ended up crying in your welcoming arms for a second time.

Anytime he would slip up and get angry, you'd gently calm him down and help him find a better solution than yelling.

Anytime the Equestrian Club would have a competition of some sort, you'd be in the front row of the crowd: camera in hand. Somehow, he could always hear your cheers over the rest of the crowd.

Riddle somehow got a button torn off his uniform jacket once, and you offered to fix it for him. The next day, you showed up to Heartslabyul bright and early in the morning (with the slightest dark circles under your eyes from staying up all night making sure your stitches were perfect) Jacket in hand.

He didn't realize until later in the day when he reached his hand in his pocket that you had left a little note. "Have a good day, Riddle! Good luck on your test! :)"

Anytime Riddle would have to call his mom, and inevitably be left upset afterwards, you'd always be there for him with your arms open.

"Oh" he thought, finally piecing his feelings together. That warm feeling in his chest every time you did something for him that showed him you cared. . .that's what it's supposed to feel like to be loved by a mother. Not cold and harsh. Soft and warm.

Nobody dares utter a word when they see the usually uptight Riddle not so discreetly looking for you after class on test days: 100% score in hand. Nor do they utter a word when they see how excited he looks when he finally finds you and shows you the test. And they certainly don't say anything when you get away with ruffling his hair and giving him a soft hug.

"I'm proud of you, Riddle." This is a sentence his real mother has never once uttered to him, at least not genuinely. It's come to the point that any time he hears those words he can't help but feel inadequate. That's what his mother always made him feel when she said those words in that ingenuine tone of hers.

But when you said it?

When you said it in that oh-so-gentle tone with that oh-so-genuine smile. . .

Riddle felt love

He finally felt like someone was truly proud of him, and he was proud of himself too.

He accidentally calls you mom once, but instead of looking at him disgustedly or yelling at him as he expected; your laugh flows airily through the air like a wind chime. It's not in a condescending way, but rather one that conveys a sense of fondness. You simply ruffle his hair and smile.

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DARK Yan! Batman × Reader

《Platonic!》

Note: English is not my first language, sorry if there is any translation error

The wind whipped the windows of your apartment that you thought could easily break them

It was another cloudy and rainy day in Gotham which wasn't unusual

Everything in this fucking city was strange and more so with the recent news that came out, apparently some kind of "hero" has been patrolling the streets of the city

But nobody was happy about that, the sound of the television was playing but you didn't even deign to listen, it was the same as always there was nothing interesting

The same news about batman or that's what the strange individual called himself, the authorities asked that they not leave their houses and they stayed inside

You thought that those measures were too extreme, it was just a man (possibly with mental problems) wanting to "save" a city that didn't even want to be saved

The apartment was dark, your mother wasn't there she had called you saying that she would stay a little longer until the rain stops being so strong and dangerous

She had asked you to close the doors and windows, apparently she She had also believed the news about Batman

You thought that people were making too much fuss about something so stupid, it was just a crazy man walking the streets of Gotham in a ridiculous bat costume

You let out a tired sigh and curled up on the couch, you were too tired to get up and go to your room to go to bed

Everything was quiet until you heard a loud noise, you quickly got up looking for where the noise was coming from, the noise was not coming from inside it was coming from outside...

You slowly approached the window and opened it, you looked down and there you saw it

You couldn't see very well what it was, it was a kind of strange shadow but it had a human shape, you thought it was some criminal passing by, your neighborhood was not the safest of all (although no neighborhood was safe unless you were rich)

"Hey, idiot!"

You spoke loudly so that thing could hear you, you could see how it turned towards your direction and you spoke again

"Whatever you're doing try not to make noise, there are people trying to sleep!... imbecile"

You said that last thing as a whisper, you looked at the strange shadow one last time and then closed your window

Sometimes you wished you could move out of this city, but unfortunately you had no other alternative

You decided to go to your room once and for all to go to bed, you were sure that your mother wouldn't come back until dawn and you weren't going to waste your hours of sleep, you had already slept badly enough this week

You went to your room and threw yourself on your bed as soon as you entered, the sound of the rain was a comforting noise in your room full of darkness

_

Your eyes slowly opened trying to find something to hold on to, you started to hear footsteps outside your room

You thought your mother had returned from work, you got up halfway to check the time on your phone

'2:30'

You barely managed to sleep for 2 hours, you were going to go back to sleep but you heard another noise again, this time it was something falling to the floor, maybe a glass or a plate

Curious you gently opened the bedroom door, the hallway was completely dark, you tried to turn on the light but the switch didn't work

Great

The light had gone out...

"Mom!"

You screamed into the hallway, no one answered which made you arch an eyebrow

Strange... you said in your head, you repeated the same thing again but there was no answer either

You gathered your courage, turned on the flashlight on your cell phone and a lamp as you put together

You knew it wasn't the best idea but you couldn't just sit there with your arms crossed, you weren't going to allow something to enter your home

Maybe it was just some rat, there were too many rats in this apartment maybe it was just that, or that's what you wanted your head to believe

You walked slowly through the dark hallways trying to illuminate with the flashlight as much as you could

You swallowed hard to turn around to go to the kitchen, you tried to illuminate as much as you could but you could barely see where you were walking

You felt that something was behind you, you quickly turned around with the lamp in hand to hit the intruder, but there was nothing, you illuminated the whole place but nothing

It seems your senses had failed you

As you went to walk backwards you felt your back hit something hard

Shit

There was no logical explanation for this, you were literally in the middle of the room, you weren't close to anything to lean on

Don't look back

Your breath caught in your throat, whatever was behind you was much stronger and bigger than you

You felt a heavy breath on your head, a cold, rinsed hand touched your arm

You felt so disgusting from that touch, your body was telling you to run, push him and scream but you couldn't

It's like your body was in some kind of shock, you were paralyzed and very scared

Somehow you managed to push the intruder and get out of his grip, you tried to run to the door but you felt something embedded in your feet

Glass

A loud scream came out of your body when you felt as the glass became more and more embedded in your feet, but that didn't matter you had to get out of here

You limped towards the door, the floor was covered in blood, if that thing didn't kill you you were going to bleed to death

But before you could open that fucking door you felt something grab you and throw you to the floor

You tried to get out of that thing's grip, you kicked and scratched but it seemed like nothing was working

And you saw his face

Batman

Your eyes filled with tears, you felt his gaze on you, like his eyes pierced your soul

With your last breath you tried to grab your phone that was lying on the floor

Please

Please

You could barely reach your phone you felt the man's hand grab your head and then

BAM!

He slammed your head into the wooden floor, that blow could have easily cracked your head

Your vision blurred and for a split second you could see a creepy smile on the man's face

He grabbed your unconscious body in his arms and then opened the door

Finally after so much time he was able to find you, it had been so long since he last saw you

But now

Now he had you all to himself, and you would never leave his side again

No matter how much you ran, hid or screamed

He would always find you

His dear daughter

You must not cry

He just wants you to know that he hurts you because he loves you

I didn't like the result of this so much

but I decided to upload it because I already had this shit in drafts, sooooo

[amateurvenn]

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES I BELIEVE THIS 1000000%%%%%%%

not aromantic but I believe in their beliefs.

"there's no platonic explanation for this" try harder bucko

[limethefirst]

Hello

I would like to request a shadow x teen reader where the reader is naturally cold and is a deep sleeper so when shadow goes to see her or wake her up she gives him quite the scare

Nap Time

pairings: Shadow the Hedgehog x teen!reader (platonic)

warnings: Shadow slightly panicking

summary: Shadow finds you asleep but can't seem to wake you, the worst case scenario comes to mind

a/n: kinda short sorry, also if i did a valentines day special who would you guys want?

Cold, your body felt cold and still. It was unnerving, and Shadow didn't like it one bit. He'd walked in on you 'asleep' at least that'd what he wanted to assume. Earlier you'd told Shadow you'd be taking a short nap. That was 5 hours ago, and he hadn't heard from you since. He walked into your room, he saw the bed; it was unmoving and eerily cold.

He walked over to where you laid, his eyes scanning your face to see if you were breathing but he couldn't tell. He felt his heart beat spike as he watched you. Slowly he reached out a gloved hand, his small paw lingering over your arm before he put it down to rest on it. You were freezing and so, so, still.

Shadow felt his stomach drop as he stood still but your side. His other hand coming up to grab onto your arm, trying to shake you a bit, yet you continued to lay there not even a muscle moving. He felt his breathing become heavier, he hated what his thoughts were telling him. The mind was a powerful thing and currently his was telling him terrible thoughts, that your nap may have led to his worst fear.

"Wake up," His voice was steady but there was a slight pleading to it. You didn't react, he just shook harder trying to wake you up. Looking at you lay there was oddly reminiscent of a scene he'd witnessed before, one that he never wanted to happen again.

Shadow didn't let up, shaking you even harder, it was the only thing he knew what to do in the moment. After a decent amount of shaking a small groan escaped your lips. Slowly you rubbed your eyes and sat up, glancing over at the hedgehog through squinted eyes, "Shads?" You asked him as you slowly blinked, taking in your surroundings.

He felt a small sigh escape his lips, tension leaving his shoulders as he watched you sit up. Shadow let his hands fall from your arm back at his sides as he stood at your bedside, his eyes never leaving your form. Worried that if he did you might still be laying down.

"What happened?" It was clear to tell he was disheveled, his quills look like they'd been on their end, which would've been funny if you weren't worried about him.

As you leaned against the back of your bed frame, adjusting your position Shadow opened his mouth to speak, taking a second to form the words, "You're a deep sleeper," a quiet mumble was his response.

You raised a brow as you watched him, "I guess so?" pausing to give him a moment, "I'm just tired," you shrugged, sighing a bit and patting the top of his quills.

He let you be affectionate, not asking you to stop, instead keeping quiet. It was his way of embracing the affection you gave, "It was unnerving," he grumbled as he gave you a dark look, although it was easy to tell he wasn't upset.

Your hand fell from his head and you let out a airy chuckle, "Sorry bud, I'll warn you next time"

Shadow didn't say anything, he just nodded but he was happy to hear that you'd let him know. He could tell his little heart wouldn't be able to handle another scare like that.

[taylorman2274]

Today Is Where Your Book Begins (Chapter I)

With the final chapter having concluded, the entirety of Teyvat has come to realize that everything in their life has been one massive storybook. Now they have broken free from their predetermined endings and wish to write their own story. While some remain content with their lives, others recall the reader of their story offering them many a helping hand in the past, and wish for them to witness their future.

Content Warning(s): An Attempt was Made to Guess Genshin Impact's Ending as of Version 5.3.

Notes: SAGAU, GN!Reader, Aether!Traveler, Lumine!Sibling

Word Count: 1k

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Genshin Impact's story is over.

...Well to be more precise, the Teyvat arc of Genshin Impact's story is over.

The Traveler, Aether, was finally able to reunite with their sibling, Lumine; and after a long heart-to-heart conversation, they were able to hug it out in the end. To be honest, it left you a bit teary-eyed.

Now, nearly all of the playable (and yet-to-be-released) characters were gathered in an undisclosed location with Aether, Lumine, and Paimon taking center stage.

The crowd was cheering, whooping, and hollering. They praised the Traveler for all of his deeds, for he had become their hero from another world. He had spared them all from their predetermined fate.

Soon enough, a 'Speech! Speech! Speech!' chant began to grow from the crowd. You couldn't help yourself but join along with the chant as well. Aether could only chuckle and scratch the back of his head, a subtle blush forming on his cheeks. Eventually, he urged the crowd to quiet down and began to give an endearing speech.

The speech was truly one of the best things that the Genshin writing team had ever conjured up, and that was saying something! It involved a lot of heart-touching tributes, nostalgic memories, and kindhearted thanks to many of their friends.

Aether thanked the people from the eight nations for accepting them into their capital city. He thanked the Archons for helping them learn more about Teyvat as a whole. He thanked Paimon for being the best guide in the whole world. He thanked Lumine for finally coming back to him.

"...And thank you, Benefactor from Beyond the Stars, for bestowing upon me the strength needed to complete my journey. I hope that fate allows us to meet in the future."

...

...?

'Benefactor from Beyond the Stars?' you questioned yourself. 'Are they talking about me? I don't know anyone else who would fit that description.'

As the game let you gain control of your character and gave you the rewards for completing the Archon Quest, more thoughts continued to rummage in your mind. This chaotic mess that was your brain continued to clutter your mind until only a single thought was left more prominent than the rest.

...

'Holy shit Genshin just made me canon.'

...

...

...

'Probably one of my greatest achievements to be honest.'

Looking at the time, you see that it's approaching midnight. Given that your day tomorrow is packed to the brim with various tasks and activities, you decide to log off and get some sleep.

"Alright, Genshin," you spoke to your computer with a fond gaze. "It was fun while it lasted. Y'all have fun without me."

You exited the game, closed the launcher, and shut off your computer.

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"You don't know what you have until it's gone."

Aether has heard this quote many times before, but he's never liked it that much. He's always known what he's had:

Lumine.

Lumine is everything to Aether just as Aether is to Lumine. That's how it has always been throughout their lives. They were inseparable up until their encounter with the Unknown God. How can you not know something inseparable from you?

It wasn't until recently that Aether heard another version of this quote that seemed to align with his perspective better.

"Appreciate what you have before time makes you appreciate what you had."

500 years had come and gone before the two siblings were able to reunite again. They are always constantly worried for each other, that something fatal might happen to them, permanently separating the two forever.

But they don't need to worry about that anymore. They are finally back together.

All thanks to Paimon. All thanks to the seven Archons. All thanks to their many friends across Teyvat.

...

All thanks to their one friend not from Teyvat.

The Benefactor from Beyond the Stars.

Although Aether was aware of them since that fated day on the beach underneath Stormbearer Point, he was powerless to push them away without his former strength.

At first, he was afraid. He could not control any part of his body. Not when he was only a puppet in the eyes of this being.

He hated not being in control. It reminded him of what it felt like to be weak.

Next, he became curious, the being didn't seem to wish him harm. Instead, it appeared as if the being was wishing him to succeed. Slowly but steadily, the being helped him regain his former strength. All the while not asking for anything in return.

'What could they possibly want from me?' Aether pondered.

Then, he became content. Eventually, he began to learn the being's tendencies when fighting and what they wanted to expect out of him. They became two minds in one body, flawlessly traversing the environment and slaying any opponents that stood in their path.

This feeling of always knowing somebody's got your back. Somebody who is on your power level and can match your fighting prowess.

...They haven't had this feeling since they lost Lumine.

Then, he understood. Teyvat is a storybook. The ley lines are the words on the page. The people are characters. Their destinies are just endings written down by the Primordial One, the author. They have never had a choice in their lifetime. Everything has followed according to the words on the pages time and time again.

This being, the one who has been with them since the beginning of their journey, is a reader.

A reader who wishes to change the storybook so that its ending is incomplete. That way, the people within the book will be able to write as many pages of their own destiny as they want until they sign off on their own ending.

When Alice first told them this, he and Paimon were more shocked than they had ever been before. This was the secret that the Hexenzirkel had been secretly guarding throughout their entire existence?

It was honestly hard to believe.

Nevertheless, he is extremely thankful to the reader for helping him throughout his journey. Just as he is towards Paimon and their friends across Teyvat.

In all honesty, words may not be enough to describe how thankful he is. Paimon and all of his friends can probably see that.

So when he decided to thank the Benefactor from Beyond the Stars during his speech, knowing that they were present.

"I hope that fate allows us to meet in the future."

He absolutely meant it when he said that.

They deserve to be rewarded for their hard work; And by the Archons is he going to find a way meet them.

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Author's Notes: Ta-da! A new series has arrived!

I hope that the way I've portrayed Teyvat was easy to understand, it's unlike anything that's been written in the SAGAU fandom to my knowledge.

I'll be going back through this over the next couple of days for any errors or misspellings I may have written. Probably gonna be a bunch of POV mistakes. But otherwise, I hope you enjoy the first chapter of this new series!

[mirrology]

𝒞ARE (.n) ꒰৯ ໒꒱ ━━    " the process of protecting someone or something and providing what that person or thing needs " wc: 373

── .✦ 𝒴our brothers are idiots. You know that very well, they get into scuffles almost daily and can never stop bickering. Every time you walk into their room they're already arguing about who knows what. Despite all of this, you know that they care about each other, you suppose that throwing insults at the other is their love language.

They care for each other, and they care for you too. Whenever you feel like your world is falling apart, they always know how to make you smile. Atsumu's hair ruffles might be annoying, but they bring you back to reality when you start to spiral and remind you that you’re not alone. Osamu’s rare home-cooked meals provide warmth and serve as a reminder that even when you don’t see it, there will always be someone who is concerned for your well-being.

Yes, your brothers may be idiots, but it didn't matter to you.

↳ Soft snores escaped your slightly open mouth as you gripped the soft blanket in your closed fist. Your eyes were puffy and red, and drying tear tracks shone under the dim light of a lamp. A calloused hand stroked your head, the same one that lulled you to sleep not too long ago. "Geez, they fell asleep pretty fast." Atsumu hummed with an amused grin, propping his arm on the plush bed as he lay on his stomach. Osamu nodded, continuing to provide you with comfort, even if you were asleep.

"They must have been exhausted." The grey-haired twin uttered, his eyes narrowing at the sight of your tear-stained face. Atsumu picked up on his twin's gaze, "D'ya think it was someone?" His face turned serious. Osamu only shook his head. It was a possibility, but they would have found out by now if someone was making fun of you.

The fake blond only raised an eyebrow, still not convinced. "We can ask when they wake up if it makes you feel better." Osamu huffed at his twin's judgemental stare, giving him a deadpan in retaliation. Atsumu nodded and turned to lay on his back, perhaps he could also take a nap in the meantime. Osamu rolled his eyes at the other, but he didn't mind looking over his siblings.

[fruitmilkshake]

This makes me think of how much i miss Sean 🥲

The saddlebag prompt is so silly! I love it! I have a fluffy child reader idea too!

The child convinces Arthur, John, and some of the others to play pretend a passenger train robbery. While they play, John surprises the child by picking them up and taking them over to the "loot bag" Arthur is holding for the game.

The child is all giggly when John puts them in it, and Arthur hops on his horse to escape with the "loot".

the loot's alive

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Arthur Morgan & Child! Reader, John Marston & Child! Reader, Sean MacGuire & Child! Reader, Javier Escuella & Child! Reader, Hosea Matthews & Child! Reader, Charles Smith & Child! Reader

NOTE: I'm so glad you liked the saddlebag idea! Thanks for requesting this fluffy, fun story. I hope this one brought a smile to your face!

SUMMARY: The camp is quiet until you convince Arthur and John to play a pretend train robbery.

It was a lazy afternoon at camp, the kind where even the wind seemed to have decided to take a break. You, however, had far too much energy to sit still. After spending half the morning running around, you had an idea that just couldn’t wait. You found Arthur sitting by the campfire, sharpening his knife while John cleaned his guns nearby.

“Uncle Arthur! John!” you called, running up with wide eyes and a mischievous grin.

Arthur raised his head, his brow furrowing in curiosity. “What’s goin’ on, kid?” he asked, putting the knife down.

“I wanna play! Let’s rob a train!” you announced with dramatic flair, throwing your arms up.

John grinned and glanced over at Arthur. “Well, sounds like we’ve got ourselves a criminal mastermind.”

Arthur chuckled softly, shaking his head. “A train robbery, huh? Alright, kid. Guess we’ll need a loot bag then.” He got up, grabbing an old saddlebag from his horse. “What’s the plan?”

Your eyes gleamed with excitement. “We stop the train and take all the treasure! You, Uncle Arthur, carry the loot bag, and John, you handle the passengers!”

John played along, giving a mock serious nod. “Passengers, huh? Alright, kid, you’re the boss.”

As the two of them got into position, you ran around as the "passengers," pretending to be someone very rich. “Please, sir! Don’t take my treasure!” you cried, clutching an invisible pile of jewels.

John crept toward you, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’m afraid we gotta take everything you got.”

Just as you were about to run, John grabbed you gently, scooping you up into the air. “Look what we’ve got here! The real prize!”

You squealed with laughter as John swung you around, making you feel like you were flying. He carried you over to Arthur, who stood there holding the loot bag.

Arthur looked down at you with a smirk. “Well, well. Looks like we found ourselves some valuable loot.” He held the bag open, and John carefully placed you inside, your giggles echoing as your legs dangled out of the bag.

Arthur grinned, lifting the bag with you still inside. “Better hold on tight. I’m takin’ off with the goods.”

Before he could start his "getaway," though, Sean came strutting into camp, his wild red hair bouncing as he caught sight of the scene. “Now what in the name of all things holy is goin' on here?”

You peeked out of the bag, giggling uncontrollably. “We’re playing train robbery!”

Sean’s face split into a wide grin. “Aw, shite! I love me a good robbery! Count me in!” He ran up beside John, rubbing his hands together. “So, who’s the unlucky bastard we’re robbin’?”

John shook his head, still smiling. “Already got the best loot right here.” He pointed at you, still giggling in Arthur’s loot bag.

Sean threw his head back and laughed. “Ah, but ya gotta watch out for them sneaky lawmen, Arthur!” He made finger guns and started shooting at imaginary enemies. “Bang! Bang! The law’s comin’ for ya!”

Arthur played along, hopping onto his horse. “Better outrun ‘em then!” He spurred his horse into a slow trot around the camp, with you laughing from inside the saddlebag.

By now, Javier had wandered over, his guitar slung over his shoulder. “What’s all the noise about?” he asked, amusement in his voice as he watched the scene unfold.

“Train robbery!” you yelled from the bag, waving your arms.

Javier chuckled and shook his head. “Ah, so that’s what I’m missing.” He strummed a few chords on his guitar, playing a lively tune. “Well, no robbery’s complete without a good getaway song, right?”

As Javier’s playful melody filled the air, Charles, who had been quietly sharpening his tomahawk nearby, couldn’t help but join in on the fun. He walked over, arms crossed, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You need any help making your escape, Arthur?”

Arthur snorted. “Could use some muscle to back me up.”

Charles nodded and jogged beside Arthur’s horse as he continued his slow “escape” around camp, giving you a reassuring grin as you peeked out of the bag.

But then came Hosea, who had been watching from the sidelines with a bemused expression. He sauntered over, shaking his head. “I see you’ve all lost your minds.”

John grinned. “Come on, Hosea. You know you want in.”

Hosea chuckled softly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Well, I suppose someone has to play the lawman. You folks are in big trouble now,” he said, raising his hands like he was ready to arrest you all.

Everyone burst out laughing, even Arthur cracking a grin as he slowed his horse and “surrendered” the loot bag. “Alright, Hosea, you caught me,” he said, carefully lifting you out of the saddlebag and setting you back on the ground.

You wobbled slightly, still giggling as you dusted yourself off. “You got us all, Hosea!”

Hosea winked at you, his eyes full of warmth. “You’re lucky I’m feeling merciful today.”

Sean came over, lifting you onto his shoulders with a playful grin. “Well, we may have lost the loot, but that was one hell of a robbery!”

They all laughed, Javier strumming his guitar as Charles, John, and Arthur looked on with soft smiles. Even Hosea shook his head with a chuckle.

“All thanks to our little mastermind,” Arthur added, tipping his hat toward you.

You grinned from your perch on Sean’s shoulders, beaming at all of them. “We should rob another train tomorrow!”

[theladyheroine]

🎵 Little Blues & Dancing Shoes 🎵

Movie! Shadow x Platonic! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Some Comfort

Word Count: 1,802 words

⚠️ Warning: The reader is a little sad for the first half, but don’t worry things get better!

Summary: Hello everyone! This isn’t the end of my Shadow fics, & I am planning more for the SCU in the future. But I figured this would be a good way to wrap things up! This is the song I used, but I hope you all enjoy! Thank you!

6:45PM

The numbers glowed under Shadow’s eyes as he examined the stove’s electric timer. He kept looking at it, as if his gaze would miraculously make the time go faster. 

You were never this late before. 

He turned his head towards the window and watched the sunset turn the deepest orange against the mountains. The vibrant colors now fading into a dark palette. 

It was going to be night soon. Just where on Earth were you? 

Shadow wondered if he should go get you. He knew the address of your workplace, words and numbers you had him memorize in case of emergency. But that was limited to calls on the telephone you bought for the kitchen. Not wanting someone suspicious to discover your little buddy. 

He would be quick; teleporting to and from the house would be a cinch for him. If it was dark out no one would notice him either. But what if you already left? He didn’t want to go searching for you if you weren’t there. 

Shadow’s thoughts quickly dissolved as a loud THUMP hit the door. He watched with narrow eyes, but then the doorknob started to jiggle up and down. He heard the THUMP sound again and a couple grunts, then a loud “OW!” behind the door.

“Shadow!” You called. “Shadow there!”

He exhaled, letting his body relax as he walked up to the door. 

“Yes!!” Shadow answered back. He heard you breathe a sound of relief before shouting again.

“Hey bud—if you’re by the door, can you open it for me please! The keys are stuck real good this time!” 

Shadow hummed and quickly turned the lock. You stumbled inside, clutching your belongings as Shadow caught you. 

“Well, don’t you have good timing?” You breathed. 

Shadow nodded, “You really should get the door fixed.”

Quickly you took off your jacket and pried the key from the lock. “Yea, sorry buddy. I’ve been meaning to, just-haven’t found the time yet…” 

“But thank you, by the way! And sorry for being late, I got held up at work and the bus was super late today. Thought I’d have to walk back.” 

Shadow shook his head, “That’s alright. Just glad you’re safe.”

You smiled; he was always looking out for you, but you hoped you hadn’t worried him too much. 

Unfortunately though, Shadow was a keen observer. And something about your smile made him feel doubtful. It was too quick, too flat. Even your eyes looked dull under the lighting.

As you put away your things, you pulled out your phone and started typing. Shadow was amazed at the concept of pocket technology, and he knew it held great importance nowadays. Although recently, you’ve been getting a lot of emails. And from your expressions, Shadow couldn’t tell if they were good or bad ones. You just seemed very eager to answer.

“[Y/N]?” 

No answer. 

“[Y/N]?”

Nope. 

Shadow walked over and tapped your arm. 

“Hey—”

“AH!” 

You jolted at his touch and Shadow raised an eyebrow. 

“Are you alright?” He asked. 

“O-Oh, yes I’m fine! Sorry Shadow, I’m just a little busy right now.” You quickly put your phone away and wandered over to the fridge, looking for something to get dinner started. But to your surprise, the fridge was nearly empty. 

Less than half-a-dozen eggs and some week-old scraps sat on the shelves, along with a small milk carton and a bag of apples. Hardly what you’d call a proper dinner. 

“Aw—no!” You facepalmed, “I knew I forgot something! I was supposed to go to the store today!” 

You gave a worried look then rushed over to the pantry, but got the same result. All that was in there were snack boxes and some espresso candy for Shadow. Which already had a pretty good dent in it.

Your head hung low as you leaned onto the pantry door, clearly embarrassed. Shadow walked over and put a comforting hand on your arm. 

“It’s fine, there’s gotta be something in here we can use.” 

You purse your lips together, then an idea pops in! 

“Hey! Why don’t we order pizza instead?” 

“Pizza?” Shadow mimicked, “That should suffice.” 

“Great! I’ll just see what’s open right now and then we can—”

Before you could pull out your phone again, you patted down your pockets. Checking each one frantically before whirling around in a circle. 

“Crap! My wallet’s in my jacket—” You combed your hair with your hand, and Shadow looked at you strangely. 

You seemed far less relaxed than usual, restless even. Something wasn’t right, and running all over the place most definitely wouldn’t help. 

“I am so sorry, lemme just look for it real qu—”

Shadow grabbed your wrist, halting your movements. It didn’t hurt, but you weren’t expecting such strength from someone his size. It was like someone super glued you in place before you  finally shuffled your feet back. 

You turned around, and saw a frown on your friend’s face. It wasn’t his typical droning or any distressed look. 

“Shadow…are you okay?” 

He glanced to the side before he let you go. “I should be asking you that. But first—stop apologizing.” 

Your eyes widened. 

“You’ve been doing it since you got here. You need to stop.” 

You swallowed; had you really been repeating yourself? 

You put your hands in your pocket, opening your mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. You almost said it again. 

“I–I didn’t mean to worry you Shadow. It’s just…been a long day.” 

You trudged over to the table and flopped into a seat. “Things have just been a bit hectic lately. Work’s been a little crazy, and I haven’t had too much time on my hands.” 

“Didn’t mean to make you upset though,”

You rested a hand on your cheek, only to groan in defeat as your phone buzzed. Your demeanor had deflated into a pile of mush, and Shadow couldn’t find any more words to say. 

Words had never been his strong suit. Not since his time with her. 

Even then, Maria did most of the effort. Playing games, picking movies, even dancing were all left to her. Leaving Shadow to enjoy her company as long as he liked. 

Yet here he was with you, someone who had welcomed him into their home. Someone he could have peace around, and hold onto. When he couldn’t even stand on his own two feet, you were there to pick him up. 

He could rely on you, but right now, you needed him.

You had pulled your phone out to check the notification, but Shadow was swift. He grabbed it in one smooth motion. 

“Shadow!! Hey—”

Just as you stood, he teleported away.

“Wh—Shadow?!” You gawked. 

After a moment, he reappeared. Standing on top of the counter with your precious phone in hand. You attempted to grab it from him, scolding him for such behavior, but Shadow didn’t care. He swatted you away as he vigorously started pushing buttons. 

Or at least tried to. It took awhile for the screen to recognize his touch, the gloves likely didn’t help. He finally found the app he was searching for, then held the phone out to you.

“Play this.” 

Your mouth hung open, “Huh?” 

“Just play the song, please.” Shadow turned his head, waiting. 

There was no use arguing with him; Shadow had a firm state of mind. He might even hide your phone if you didn’t listen. 

Sighing, you turned up the volume and pressed the PLAY button. Letting soft, bubbly music fill the kitchen. 

What’s that playing on the radio? 

Why do I start swaying to and fro?

“Hey!” You exclaimed. “Did you watch Grease without me?” 

Shadow smirked, “Maybe.” 

Then he did something unexpected: he held out his hand to you. 

“Sometimes, your feelings–your emotions get stuck. Your body needs help releasing them, but music is good for that.” 

His words soaked in your sorrows like a wet sponge. They took a hold of you, and you grabbed his hand. 

“Guess..you’re right.” You breathed. “When’d you get so wise?” 

“Actually, a good friend taught me that. She liked to dance.”

You smiled, putting both hands in his. 

“Well, she sounds amazing.”

A melody that's never the same!

A melody that's calling your name

And begs you please! Come back to me!

You took two steps forward, striding with the beat as Shadow took two steps back. Then vice versa. 

The music softened your shoulders as it carried you. You swayed as you both stepped to the right. Then to the left, shuffling until you started to turn. 

Shadow followed in perfect sync and you two shimmed in a half circle, playfully swinging your arms to the beat. You gently tugged him closer to the edge, he took the hint and jumped down, hands held higher at the height change. 

“Hey you’re pretty good at this!” You grinned. So did Shadow. 

“Thank you.”

I'll be waiting by the radio!

You'll come back to me 

Someday, I know!

“Been so long since our last goodbye!” You sang. “But I’m singin’ as I cry-y-y!” 

You hopped up and down at the last verse, jerking poor Shadow forward. The second half of the song rolled around and you were basically leading at that point. Unknown to you, his big gloved hands fell limp as you went on. He almost looked like a ragdoll as you danced and Shadow couldn’t be happier. 

Time seemed to move slower, yet the outro of the song drew near as the lyrics shifted. In that time you and Shadow shuffled in a full circle, going round and round til the final words. You ended in a grand “TA-DA” pose with your hand held up, earning a l laugh from the hedgehog.

A bit of laughter burst from you too. Then, you bent down on one knee, reaching Shadow’s level. 

Without warning, you tossed your arms around him.

Shadow didn’t flinch but instead fell still under your touch. At first you feared hugging was too much, but you had to adjust yourself when Shadow pressed his hands against your back. Burying his head in the base of your shoulder. 

The phone had already switched to a different song, but no one heard it. Your voice played just above the music, loud enough for only Shadow to hear.

“Thank you, Shadow. You’re such a good kid.”

“Thank you,” He mumbled. “You’ve been such a good friend.”

After a few long seconds you two pulled away, and you rubbed the top of his spiky head. 

“Now, how ‘bout we order that pizza!” You laughed. “I’m actually starving right now.” 

You went to grab your phone and wallet, scrolling through countless pizza toppings. Leaving Shadow with the warmth of your embrace. Something he hadn’t felt in such a long time. 

“Maria would’ve loved you.” He thought.

🩵 —THE END— 🩵

(Quick sidenote: I hope I timed the music right! Let me know if it’s a little funky!)

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A week ago I thought I was drawing Korosu, and this bean took the spot instead 😹

Protocol is so silly. Even if he’s not looking for love, he wants you all to feel loved in your lives!

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I adore this cutie pie platonically. He’s very fun to draw, but it’s both a blessing and a curse not having to draw hands, but still figuring out how he’d hold things 🙀

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i'm in love with the new costumes for Season of Love, especially this one,, it's so cute 🥹🥹🥹

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The Rain is Especially Loud Tonight

Synopsis: The prefects gets hurt due to Crowley's negligence.

TW: Injury, Stitches, Medical Stuff, Prefect gets caught under a collapsed Ramshackle

Part 1 (here), Part 2 (coming soon)

Tick Tick Tick Tick

The room would be completely silent were it not for the ticking of the clock on the wall.

The environment was more comfortable than your usual medical setting, but it still felt cold in a way.

The door creaked open and in stepped professor Crewel. "Hey, Pup." His voice lacked its usual stern tone one would hear in the classroom; instead, his voice was gentle and almost hoarse.

The hoarseness was no doubt a result of him screaming at the headmage in a roar you shiver even recalling. He had spent hours tearing into the man for his gross negligence and irresponsibility.

"Pup?" His voice became more worried when you failed to answer.

"Sorry." A meek, rasped voice leaves you throat. Your throat burns with dryness despite the 6 glasses of water you already drank, and it feels like every syllable echoes through your head and causes an intense, throbbing pain. You don't recognize the voice that claws its way out of your throat as your own.

You hear the soft scrape of a chair on the floor next to your bed. "No. Don't apologize, Pup." Rocking your gaze slowly over to him its clear to you, with the way his jaw clenches and unclenches while his eyes search the blanket covering you, that he wants to say something, but isn't sure what.

You slowly rock your head to look forward again. "Everyone's been in such a panic. . .and it's my fault, I-"

The man cuts you off as you choke on your words: "Pup. This is not your fault."

"But-" Your throat feels like its been given a massage with a thousand razor blades. The coughing your attempts to speak cause only make the pain worse.

Crewel quickly grabs another glass of water and holds it up to your lips for you to drink. "But nothing, Pup- Keep those arms down or you'll re-open the wounds. That old building was bound to collapse at some point. We all knew it. If the fault is on anyone it's on us staff. Crowley made you stay there, and we didn't stop him." The glass cup clinks slightly too harshly onto the nightstand as he sets it down.

Silence falls between the two of you.

Tick Tick Tick Tick

The ticking of the clock numbs your thoughts. You force your mind to stop focusing on the pain radiating from every inch of your body and instead listen to the steady ticking of the clock. The only other sound that can be herd is the occasional hurried footsteps outside the door as the other staff do their best to take care of the situation.

Your injuries have already been treated by a specialty team sent from STYX the moment the news got to them. They were the only ones aside from Grim, Leona, and the staff that had seen your mangled form before you were wrapped up like a mummy. You didn't have to ask how bad it was. Seeing Crowley throw up at the sight of you was enough to tell you it was bad.

The STYX team had spent nearly a whole 24 hours stitching you back together like some ragdoll and rearranging the many pieces of you that had been ripped and jostled out of place. If not for them. . .well, you don't want to think about it. If you looked like a mummy on the outside, you were sure that under the bandages you looked like Frankenstein's monster. There really wasn't a single bit of you that got out of that death trap unscathed.

You were kept in the school infirmary instead of being carted off to some high-tech STYX facility only because they needed to operate on you as soon as possible and didn't want to move you too much after the initial procedures. They made do by shipping a ton (literally speaking, more like 3 tons) of medical equipment to the school, most of which was now littered around the infirmary in a rushed yet professional way.

Despite your closeness to your friends, the only people who had come to see you were the staff. It's not that none of your friends wanted to see you, but that they weren't allowed to. The doctor's worried having them in so soon, when they were still full of hysteria from the news, wouldn't be the best idea. They weren't able to text you either as your phone had been crushed in the collapse.

"How's Grim?"

Professor Crewel hums: "Physically, he's pretty unscathed. He just has a few scrapes and bruises. Mentally, he's a bit traumatized."

You supposed that made sense. You didn't remember much, but what you did remember was Grim's voice. He had been returning to the dorm from after school detention when he found the building in shambles on the ground. He called out to you but your lungs were filled with debris and your torso was being crushed by layers of rubble. The dorm ghosts met Grim at the edge of the junk pile that used to be a dorm and confirmed that you were inside and that you needed help. The ghosts talked to you as you laid there, not being able to physically move anything off you themselves. They kept you awake and assured you that Grim was getting help.

Not long later you heard shouting. Two of the ghosts stayed with you while the third went out to meet the staff and fill them in. You were told after the fact that that's about the time they called up Leona to use his unique magic so they could get you out as soon as possible (that was the first time many saw the lion run).

You were blanking in and out of consciousness when they found you, but you remember them finding you. The feeling of the weight of the rubble lessening as it was methodically turned to sand and removed (in order to not end up crushing you with sand instead), the small grains dripping on your face, and eventually, the full force of the pouring rain battering your face as the last of the rubble was removed from above you. You remember Leona's manic eyes turning horrified, Crowley puking, and worst of all, Grim's face.

"STYX sent over a few trauma counselors. There are ones assigned specifically to Leona and Grim as well since they saw some of the worst of it." Crewel finally broke the silence again.

"And you? You and. . .the other teachers were there too. . .and Sam."

"Calm down, Pup. We've all had evaluations done to assess how we're handling it. We'll be fine.

"What about. . ." Your voice trails off, but from the look in your eyes, Crewel can tell what you were about to ask.

"What about the headmage?"

You nod, wincing slightly when the motion disturbs an injury on your neck.

"He's under investigation." Crewel responds after a brief pause. He knew that you surely couldn't be all that fond of the crow, but as you saw it, he was probably also your only ticket home. Crewel looked up to gauge your response, but your face remained neutral.

"And you, Pup? I obviously know you aren't doing particularly well physically right now, but what about mentally?"

"Hm?"

Crewel hesitated, not wanting to dig around in a mental wound and make it worse, "You were. . .under there for a while. I'm sure it must've been. . .scary."

You think for a moment before responding: "Was I really under there that long? It didn't feel like it. . .I think I passed out a few times." Your mumbled words put Crewel at ease in a way. He's not happy that you had been passing out, but he was at least glad that you weren't stuck under there fully conscious and feeling every second tick by as if it were an hour.

"Hmm. I see." Crewel nods. "I ought to let you rest now. A counselor will stop by tomorrow to talk to you about what happened." He stands up as he says this, his knuckles still white from how tightly he'd been gripping the fabric of his pants. "Rest well, Pup."

You simply nod, this time more carefully as to not disturb your wounds, and watch him walk out. When the door closes you swear you hear a choked sob.

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I must kick off my humble requests with a 💛 True Love: “I could do this all day.” for platonic!kagehina, lee kags if you don't mind, I love him so much 💖

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True Love- "I could do this all day."

“You’re so ticklish, you couldn’t last five seconds!” Fighting words were dished. The challenge was presented. Kageyama’s ear seemed to twitch- one, twice. Everything felt like it was in slow motion, the way his declaration seemed to get under the setter’s skin.

“The hell I couldn’t!” He twisted to glare, and Hinata had him right where he wanted him. “I’d last way longer than that!”

“Prove it!” Hinata declared, quickly darting forward before shoving his friend down, immediately going for the ribs. “Clock’s ticking!”

“Sh-Shihihihiht!” There was no time to prepare. Almost immediately Kageyama jerked beneath him, full body twitching as he half-curled up. His lips pulled into a reluctant smile, cheeks pinkening slowly. “Bohohohoke, yohoohu sohohon of a- ehehehhaha!”

“Oo, look at that! Wanna give up, Kags? You know you won’t last long.” Hinata moved up to his mid-set of ribs, vibrating his hands rapidly. “I know all your tickle spots.”

“Geh-ehehehehehe! P-PLehehahahhase! I coohohuld do thihihis all day!” Stubborn as ever. Hinata didn’t mind. It made his own task more challenging. “Yohohou’re the ohoohne who’d brhehahak in a sehehehcond!”

“Hey, this is about YOU.” Switching tactics, he slowly walked his fingers up and down his ribs, just barely tapping into his armpits before crawling all the way down to his hips. “I wanna hear you give up! Say it, Kags! Say it!”

“Nehehehver! Aheahhaa, tiiihckle meheheh all yohohohu wahhan’t! Gheahhaha, I’hihihihll nehehehever-GEHHAH!” A sweep to his lower stomach had him singing a different tune. “BOHOHOHOKE! AHEHAHHAHA, NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”

“Oh? Is this you giving up?” Hinata teased, drilling both thumbs into the spot viciously. In a matter of moments, he got the reaction he wanted.

“GEHAHAH! OHOOHKAY OHOHOKAY STOHOHOHOHP!” Kageyama shrieked, shooting his hands down and gripping Hinata’s wrists. “Ahehehaha..heheahha..sthahahap.”

“Hehe, told you.” Hinata stuck his tongue out, ruffling Kageyama up once more.

“Told me nothing! You didn’t even set a timer!”

“I don’t need a timer! I can tell time!”

“You can’t even count to five!”

“You wanna go again?” Hinata dug into his pocket for his phone. “This time I’ll set a timer!”

“Good! Watch this, Boke- I’m gonna beat my personal best!” With that, the setter quickly switched their positions, going right for Hinata’s armpits and making him scream.

The timer was quickly forgotten as they rolled about the room, laughing all the awhile.

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Continuity Crossover! #5

[D/N] = Designation (Your name)

Cybertronian!Reader

TFP![D/N]: *In their Holoform* Wait, you guys don’t have avatars?

MTMTE![D/N]: *Also in their Holoform* Weird. My crew and I use them whenever we need to visit Earth.

TFA!Bulkhead: We actually don’t have that kind of tech in my universe. *Rubbing his helm*

B-127: Not in mines, either. But, they look cool. You guys look so small.

TFP![D/N]: It’s the average human size, ‘Bee. Wonder why you don’t have these disguises.

MTMTE![D/N]: Oh, wait. One universe where humans haven’t evolved to existence yet, and they haven’t traveled beyond Cybertron until the next few cycles. The other was full-on Cybertronian propaganda led by a corrupted government who were extremely prejudiced against “Organic” life forms and other Cybertronians who possess flight-based frames. Also war-frames.

TFP![D/N]: Oooh right.

TFA!Bulkhead: If you put it that way…You’re kind of on point.

B-127: Technically, we both were led by corrupted governments, but I work for one now. We’re rebuilding everything.

MTMTE![D/N]: That’s true. Reconstructing a better system.

B-127: *Crouching at their level* What’s it like being in a human’s perspective? Are the frames softer like your human friends’? Can you do that “breathing” thing while using the avatars? I gotta ask Wheeljack if he can make something like your Holoforms.

TFA!Bulkhead: Why do you need them now?

TFP![D/N]: The kids need some supplies for school, so shopping for me.

MTMTE![D/N]: Roddy and I have some time off, just to hang and have fun on the planet.

B-127: Hold up. Are you two…

MTMTE![D/N]: *Blushing* No! No way! He only see me as one of his crew mates. His bro, y’know. I don’t think he sees me that way.

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MTMTE!Rodimus Prime: *Sensors going off* Why do I feel a disturbance?