#BUT. i didnt feel like drawing all the bandages. maybe some day

[tabooiart]

death is temporary. i'll love you forever

[soukokutruther]

im not waiting for anyone to ask me, im just infodumping ab dazai

i like him for a lot of reasons !! it usually starts out that i relate to characters, which is how it started w dazai too, but really idk bro he just makes me so sad and idk how to explain i just LOVE DAZAI hes my baby hes my pookie ill die for him thats all anyone needs to know

i have a lot, but id say probably that he likes cats/is compared to cats a lot, and is good with children, i just find it very sweet. also i love his style, and i love how intelligent he is.

how he treated akutagawa, although i dont blame him since he was like, a child, who didnt know how else to act due to how he was raised and grew up, too, although it still doesnt excuse it, and its still my least fav thing about him.

tokyo ghoul

dove- doll version (antihoney),

elements of my past (metaphorically, i wasnt in the mafia obviously 😭), cats >>> dogs, secretive, im not dazai smart but i mean id say im pretty intelligent 🤷🏻, mindset, um !! other stuff !! 🥰

i like how deeply they analyze him in order to understand him better and dont water him down to just "sad suicidal bandage man" (like ive seen some ppl do)

erm... i dont like how the rest of them water him down to sad suicidal bandage man. i also hate when people say hes a bad person, because hes not, the whole point of bsd is that most if not all characters are morally gray, and although dazai did things that were in fact, not okay, its not so black and white to be like "omg fuck he sucks hes a terrible character" (obviously u can still dislike him bc everyone has an opinion and thats okay but like as a character hes a lot more than just a bad person 😭 in fact id say hes grown to be a very good person)

i could see it tbh

i could also def see it (atsushi kinnie moment fr)

meh maybe, im more of a chuuya and poe guy tho 😁

i have a lot, i hc him to be an age regressor, and also i hc him to be autistic + transmasc. also hc that when they were in the mafia and chuuya found out dazai was living in a shipping container chuuya forced him to move in w him :3

i could see him using this all the time 🤕 and also :P he def sends that as kunikida screams at him over text lmfao

light academia

soukoku OBVIOUSLY, im THE soukoku truther (i also like sigzai but just for fun tbh, and i LOVE souheki but i see them as a qpr more than a ship. i dabble in kunizai every now and again as well)

i have a lot of least favs 💀 prob dazatsu and odazai, theyre both so wrong for so many reasons 😭

fyozai, im 50/50 on it because i can see it, but also idk what it is i just cant rly get myself behind it

soukoku !! <333 its not canon theyre a ship, but they do have a very beautiful canon relationship, whatever the dynamic of it may be

fyozai...

dazatsu !! i love them as best friends, theyre so sweet :)

i love to do a lot of things when writing dazai lmfao, i love to write dazai agere/petre fics, i love to make him sad and depressed mwahahahaha, i love to just make him suffer honestly (but its okay its always hurt/comfort i wouldnt do that to pook) !! but also im not evil (mostly), i love to make him pet kitties in fics/draw him w cats, i love writing him going out to bookstores and reading, i love writing autistic dazai, transmasc dazai, i love describing his eyes and how he looks in the moonlight, i just love writing ab dazai tbh. smth i dont like ?? idk making him cis, dazai is transmasc to me and will never be anything else tyvm have a good day 👍🏻

honestly the same things as before, i write what i wanna read lmfao

fav pic, i do have one, i just dont feel like getting it rn sry :3

honestly dazai is rly unique ive never quite come across another character like him 😭 i do think of him when i see lucky from acnh tho hehe

loved him from when i first laid eyes on him, will die loving my pookie <333

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26. FREEBIE QUESTION!!

[cinnamonest]

Xiao as a daughterfucker amuses me bc i cant imagine him being a father. Much less a good one to a girl. He probably either knocked someone up while he was too under the effects of karmic debt to control himself or maybe your even his kid from that god who enslaved him. That crazy goddess who raped him and used him for her sexual gratification and for war until Morax ended her life. He didnt hurt you, tho, tiny little thing who hid behind a wall and trembled while your mommy was being slaughtered. Morax foisted you onto Xiao bc he’s your father and Xiao... well, begrudgingly took care of you out of devotion to Rex Lapis. Don’t be fooled tho, he hated your guts. You look like your mom aside from the few features so obviously or closely similar to his own- and he hates that woman with every fiber of his being.

While you grow up Xiao pretty much only gets you whatever the adepti tell him to. Clothes for decency, food for nutrition, a handful of books for learning, and a weapon to survive.

He finds your growth annoying. Running around and trying to talk and touch him as if he’d ever shown a hint of warmth. By the time youre 13 You wise up, thankfully, to his intense dislike and learn to be more quiet and withdrawn. Learn to get out of his sight without him having to glare at you first. Good. You two live like strangers with him you dropping things you need for survival at your side of the abode before going off to work.

And its just... you look like your mom. But you are not her. Xiao knows this better than anyone, really. He feels a bit bad but its hard to be nice to someone who looks like his tormentor. Someone he still has nightmares about and makes him want to rub his flesh raw and bleeding so he doesnt feel gross. Your touch is unwelcomed but comfortingly warm, whenever you have the guts to touch him or help him wrap bandages and healing salves on his injured form after a day of work. Its annoying.

It’s annoying how his eyes start to trail over your emerging curves. The soft swell of your breasts, the smooth curve of your waist to your hips to your thighs, even the uncomfortably (for him) thick meat on your ass draws his attention when you flit about the house in the sparse and, honestly, immodest robes you call clothes. And it gets worse as you grow older and the voices of the damned start to whisper inappropriate thoughts about you onto his mind. How you’d look splayed on his cock, clenching and spasming as he fills your insides while your mouth hangs open with drool dripping down onto your breasts. How you’d whine when he grabs you by the hair and drags you to his cock and you’d hungrily suck it like its your last meal. How you’d open your legs and sing his praises and reassure you love him even as he defiles you inside out.

It’s terrible. Its bad. Its immoral- even by adepti standards. But you just have to grow up like your mother, dont you, and make your poor father suffer even more? with your tits you never knew how to properly wrap up with bandages so you just let free under your shirt, the nipples poking through whenever you get cold. Or those robes that are obviously TOO short and ill fitting that you insist on wearing while you run around doing housework. Or the submissive lowering of your head when you greet him when he comes home from work and it really takes effort to not bend you over and fuck your virgin hole until its a sloppy little cumdump like it OUGHT to be.

And Xiao hates it. Hates he has to be the better person, the reasonable one, and restrain himself because his daughter is too stupid even with all that education she got from the other adepti. Maybe your tempting him for real. There’s no other explanation. Or maybe Ganyu’s to blame for your whorish behavior? Ganyu certainly inherited it from her mom with how she dresses and she mustve passed it onto you somehow. Some weird girl thing he’s not privy to.

Well as your father he has to correct you now, doesnt he?

Which is why he doesnt really mind your screams and flailing when he pins you down on your bed and tears your clothes apart. Sneering at your pathetic attempt to brandish a weapon at him and slapping you hard enough for you to see stars bc how dare you point a knife at your father? As he forces your legs open and gets his dick out, staring at your pussy for a moment and commenting how much of a Slut you are because why are you wet? He’s your dad and he’s punishing you, does it make you happy? That Daddy’s finally paying attention to you? So you really were trying to seduce him before werent you? And he tsks as he shoves a finger in and wriggles, noting how wet you are and growling that you better not have whored around and he’ll kill anyone who touched his daughter before he shoves his whole length in.

(Your screams are so loud he ends up shoving those pathetic bandages into your mouth to gag you as he pumps himself into your warm, deliciously tight heat. He goes on for hours, days, weeks. Youre both adepti whether you like it or not, so you have so much more stamina and durability- Xiao doesnt intend to be kind.

After all, your mother never showed him mercy. He should repay her “kindness” back onto you.)

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[b0ba-chan]

gentry of hermatige

zhongli x fem!reader

cw slight spoilers, mentions of blood, soft service dom!zhongli, size kink, cunnilingus, slight teasing, over stimulation, fat dick zhongli, unprotected sex, reader passes out, mating press, reader is an adventurer, i also dont know how housing works in genshin so the funeral parlor is homing for employees too

after the passing of the archon morax and the defeat of osial, liyue has never been more busy than before. the lantern rite has made your workload almost triple, running to do additional commisions given out by the guild. you always end up coming back to your home city all haggard and beaten up.

you trudge the trail back, yawning as you go to sit on the edge of the cliff to look over the harbor. taking a break, you rest your sore legs while humming the soft tune you heard a street preformer sing. a glaze lily starts to bloom as the sun sets in the horizon, blooming in your face while shining a vibrant icy blue. by plucking it off its stem, the sweet scent swarms your nose as you are reminded of the scent of the man you see around the wangsheng funeral parlor.

he tends to have a sophisticated aura around him while standing with respectable posture, knowing almost everying that has happened in liyues history. you had done some of his commissions, but he did follow along each time.

zhongli joined you while you did his errands, seemingly odd as he is paying you for something he can easily do on his own. but every time he was around you, he told extravagant stories about the history of liyue and how it came to be. it left you hanging onto every word he says that now, you try and visit whenever you can to see him at the parlor. and whenever you seem like you were going to be a bother, he was already waiting for you with a second cup of tea.

you stare at the flower in hand before wincing at the feeling of sharp pain running up your arm. the bandage wrapping your arm was soaked red which signals that you should go back to the pharmacy and get checked up.

your tired legs drag you back to walking the trail, making way to your destination. but before you can tell where you were heading, you open the front door of the parlor. his eyes were already looking at you, though a client was standing befor him while talking business. you tiredly smile and wave at him, flower still clutched in your hand.

“excuse me,” zhongli politely waves off the client, telling him that he is off work for the day to tend to your needs. before he says anything, he reaches a hand up to your red cheek with a look of concern plastered on his face. his hand lifts your wounded arm to take a look before leading you up the stairwell to his respective room.

once the door closes behind the two of you, it hits that you realize that you have only been his office but never his room. the room glowed a warm amber from the many lanterns that lit up the area.

“little miss, you must be more careful with yourself. the bubu pharmacy would have been a better location to visit than me,” zhongli sighs and sits you down on the cushioned seat. he takes out whatever material he has to clean and heal you up.

your face turns red as he uses his teeth to pull each at the glove off of each finger, gently folding to place them on the table. zhongli removes his coat and hangs it up before taking a seat next to you. his slender fingers undo the wrapping on your arm and gently wipe down your wound. you were too focused on how close he was to you.

you didn’t realize how hard you were chewing on your bottom lip until a metallic taste dribbled onto your taste buds. zhongli looks up after finishing his wrap and watching you touch your bloody lip.

“i barely told you two minutes ago to be careful with yourself,” he huffs out a breathy laugh and places his clean hand on your cheek, thumbing away the blood. it was suffocating how dense his aura is, feeling as if he was going to swallow you whole right there.

“why not take a bath, refreshen a bit. don’t mind if you get the bandage wet, i can always replace it.” his hand comes to rest on the top of your head. you blush and nod, accepting the extra clothing he hands over to you as he ushers you to the bath.

he lets you have your time alone to wash up, letting the hot steam seap beneath your skin. you havent felt a comfort of a bath in what felt like ages. though you have hopped in some clean springs to wash up whatever you could, the warmth of an indoor bath never felt better.

you clear your mind over how flustered you were earlier, it wasn’t like you to act this way around zhongli. he always felt more like a good friend you could just sit around with for a while, but now you felt as if there was tension between the two of you. maybe you were just overreacting and he’s just being kind.

you sigh and hop out of the bath, drying yourself off with the towel he had provided you. after completely dry off, you slip on the loose fitting clothes he had offer you. you find him still sitting at the table, this time with two cups of tea.

“thank you, for taking me in.” you take a seat and smile at him, cheeks still red from the steaming bathroom, and possibly from how he made you blush earlier. zhongli nods and takes a sip from his tea, enjoying the comfortable silence. you didnt realize his eyes were on you while you sipped your tea.

“why is it that, once you finally get a break, instead of taking a rest, you come to me.”

the question took you by shock and if you weren’t speechless then, you definitely are now. turn to look at him and his eyes bore into yours, and they started to look like they were glittering gold, brighter than his usual self.

“i- i don’t know, i’m sorry.” you stutter as you advert your gaze away from him, shying away from his intense stare.

“there is no matter in apologizing, i am simply curious to why you enjoy my presence,” zhongli gently pinches your chin between his index and thumb to force you to look him in the eye, “though i may know why you come to me now.”

it happened so fast - zhongli’s lips were against yours leading you. it was so gentle yet firm, making sure you know he was in charge. you felt almost breathless the way he kisses you; his fingers were still holding your chin while his other hand holds onto your thigh, squeezing the flesh gently. he suckles on your tongue, peaking his eye open a little to see you dazed and flustered.

a trail of spit connects your tongues as he pulls away, retracting his hands as he prepares to apologize. your hands grab his wrists and whine, trying to tug him back.

“don’t go, please. i need more.” you whine, letting your guard down as his eyes grow softer. you were in such a needy state and had made all this way just to join him. so it didn’t take much convincing for him to lift you up and take you to his bed.

you have spent nights camping out, having no time to go back home and rest up. when coming in contact with the silk sheets has you melting in the soft comfort. not only were the sheets were bringing you comfort, but zhongli’s lips could rival the softness of the bed.

he kisses down the column of your neck, nibbling the skin to draw out your pitiful whines. your arms loop around his neck to keep him close, not wanting for you to leave you cold and alone in the bed, but it was evident that he wasn’t going to be leaving any time soon. and there was that familiar scent again; glaze lillies and the hint of silk flowers made it all more comforting.

“is this alright?” zhongli fumbles a bit with your clothes, only to continue when you nod in confirmation. he undoes your clothing, taking every piece off gently as he knew you were still injured. his kisses were placed intricately onnyour skin, making sure to place more gentle kisses on your injuries. you felt rather embarrassed, being the only one half naked, pushing his shoulder gently.

“speak up, you have to tell me what you want.” he pulls away, taking place between your thighs and massaging the soft flesh under his bare hands. your hands reach out to grab at his tie, tugging on the fabric.

“please take it off, please. this is embarrassing.” you whine as your face flush a brighter red. he laughs a bit and undoes his tie, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

“you just had to say so, darling. besides, i would not say no to you.” he shrugs off the rest of his clothing, undoing his pants right in front of you. you stare at his chest, a gold tattoo in a geometric pattern was centered on his sternum. it was as if your hand had a mind of it’s own, coming to touch the somewhat glowing decal. he was warm under your hand, heartbeat thumping normally compared to your own anxious heart. his hand comes to rest on top of yours, pressing it closer to his chest.

“i will explain more on a later date, i know you do enjoy my stories. for now let me take care of you.” his fingers intertwine with yours as he leans down to kiss your inner wrist where your pulse is felt against his lips. you nod, preferring to wait for the story on a later time, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close.

your feet kick up when you feel his clothed cock presses against you. you can already tell that he was thick as he grinded up against you, drawling out sweet whines out of your mouth. he trail soft kisses down your neck, kissing between your breast and palming them in his hands. his mouth was then met with the heat kf your clothed cunt. though you were separated by your panties, you could feel his hot breath fanning against you.

zhongli looks up at you, silently asking for permission and once you nod, he slips off the panties. tossing it to the side, he hooks your knees over his shoulders and runs his tongue through your folds gently. your eyes widen and your hands were immediately clutching at his hair.

he hums as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves. you were already bucking your hips against his mouth, moaning uncontrollably. his hand comes to your mouth and slips his middle and ring finger into your mouth. you moan and suck on them immediately, one hand freeing his hair to grip his wrist.

he pulls away and spits on your cunt, as if you were soaking the bed underneath you already. the hot liquid melds with your slick, running down your cunt. he takes his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of spit connecting your lips to the tips of your fingers. cooing at your embarrassment, he slides a wet finger into your cunt.

“a-ah.” you stutter out, gripping the pillows behind you.

“alright, do we need to slow down?” he rubs your thigh lightly, goosebumps growing on your skin under his palm. you shake your head and grind down against his hand to urge him to continue.

he kisses your clit as he continues to tease you with only one finger, trying not to laugh when you whine. you couldn’t even voice out your needs, only squirming under him.

once he finally slides the second finger, it already felt like perfection. he had his lips still attached to your pulsing nub as he scissored you open, curling his fingers a bit and holding your hips down with a firm hand when you get to squirmy. the familiar tight knot was already forming in your core, gummy walls clamping around his fingers as you try your best to grind your clit on his tongue.

he watches with hooded eyes as you ride out your orgasm, even pushing you past the brink to draw tears of pleasure out of your glossy eyes. only when you start to nudge him off he pulls away, looking down at you flustered body and heaving chest as you try and catch your breath.

your eyes wander down his chest as you try to catch your breath, seeing the noticable buldge through his boxers.

“don’t need to worry about me, darling. this is enou-.” before he can finish his sentence you weakly tug at the hem of his boxers, whining.

“no, need you too, please.” you plea, pushing down the clothing. his hard cock slaps his thigh, hanging heavy and hard from watching you lose yourself on his tongue. he doesn't flinch, but you do; you were shocked by his sheer size. you blush and look away when you catch yourself staring, whining when you hear his low chuckle.

“you wanted this, now don’t look away.” zhongli grabs your face to force you to make eye contact with him. he smiles in satisfaction, releasing your cheeks from his grips so you can watch him grab the base of his dick with the same hand. it was obvious that he was bigger than others, thicker than average, but when he slaps his cock gently against your sensitive cunt, it made it all more obvious.

“this little cunt of yours, so small. will you be good and take all of me?” zhongli leans in to whisper in your ear. shivers run down your spine as you whine out a small yes, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

he laughs a bit and positions himself, letting his top nudge at your hole. your breath hitches as he pushes past the first ring of muscle, going tense from the uncomfortable stretch. zhongli knows his size, pausing every once in a while.

he does, however, enjoy how cute you get when he wont hurry up. he sometimes hold his positions for you to adjust because he says he knows what you need. but once he bottoms out, you felt the air knock out of you. your vision goes white as you convulsed under him, thighs tightening around his waist.

zhongli coos as drool dribbles out of your mouth, feeling your walls barely clamp around him. his hand gently pats your cheek, squishing them to shake your limp head. he starts to roll his hips, watching you squirm.

“thats it, good morning, dear.” he smirks as you blink your eyes open. he was trying to hide the fact that he was proud that he made you pass out on him because of his sheer size, but it was evident on his face. you gasp as his tip kisses your cervix, grabbing his shoulder to find some stability.

his thrusts were smooth and slow, letting you adjust to him. but you start begging for more and more, only making him follow your needs. from soft to brutal, his hips were bruising up your thighs with every thrust. you were rendered speechless under him, only squealing when he pushes your knees up, folding you into a mating press.

“sh-shoo deep! t-too deep!” you cry put, clinging to the pillows as he ignores your pleas. he grunts as his bangs cling to his sweaty forehead. your eyes cross and toes curl as hes reaching farther than before.

you couldn’t tell if it was your imagination but you saw a faint golden glow coming from the tip of zhongli’s hair. but it wasn’t the time to think about the cause of light, only having the brain power to go dumb on his cock.

“doesn’t seem like you’re complaining anymore. good girl, i know what yok need.” zhongli growls animalistically, causing you to clamp on him tighter. you squeal and cum once again, squeezing to urge him to cummin you. he groans at the tightening feeling as he releases into you. he continues to thrust to ride out each other’s orgasm, mainly focusing on you. each thrust, more of his cum overflows out of you, making an absolute mess out of each other and the sheets.

you two are panting to the same rhythm, holding onto each other as if it was the the last time you two would see each other. he nudges his nose against yours, pressing a soft kissagainst your lips. you barely could kiss back, letting him do whatever he wanted. he pulls out out of your puffy cunny, flipping over onto his back to hold you to his chest.

“maybe it was the best idea to visit me instead of the pharmacy, my cure seems to be better than anything baizhu could come up with.” zhongli laughs a bit, grabbing your wrist before you could playfully slap his chest. he holds you close for a while, hair still glowing but dimming down as the mood dies down.

“zhongli wha-.”

“how about i explain this all while we take another bath. this slimy feeling is bringing back horrid memories, lets wash up.”

[koba-baboba]

moony

a/n: hey look a new series because i got overhwhelmed by in the dark. this will be a self indulgent story so its ok if you dont like it. im trying a new writing style so let me know if its any good. this isnt really edited so read at your own risk. shout out to anyone who can figure out which part of this chapter i inserted after it was done.

chapter 1/? word count: 1628

warnings: none i think. a weeny bit of blood.

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towering trees and bright flowers are all i can see for miles, it was the most beautiful thing ever. mother held my hand, swinging it as we walked along the dimly lit dirt path. "happy birthday my love! how does it feel to be 6 hm?" mothers words are soft and full of love as she looks down at me fondly. "not much differnt, i think im taller maybe?" i screw my face up trying to think if i felt taller or not, i *felt* taller. mother laughed heartly as she looked around us. "youre almost past my hip now! youve definitely gotten taller." mother cooed still looking happily at me. i smiled, i *am* almost past her hip now! i swung her hand even more as we contiuned on our walk. "dad doesnt like to go on these walks does he?" i questioned, looking up at mother. "he doesnt like to get his fancy shoes dirty, Alexander has always been that way" she reasured me softly. the bush in front of us rustled, mother excitedly pulled me down to crouch so we didnt scare the critter moving towards us. i wiggled excitedly, hoping it would be a bunny. "stay still. maybe its a deer" mother whispers into my ear. the rustling get louder before a dirty tired looking man stumbles out. mother pulled me up harshly and hid me behind her. i tried to peek out at the man but she shoved me behind her again. i suddenly remebered what day it was, the full moon. i clutched to mothers shirt as she put a hand on my shoulder.

"can i help you sir? you look ill" mothers voice is shakey but firm. "now that you ask... i do need help"

im on my back on the floor, its uncomfortable and bumpy. my hands are wet and warm, it feels gross and sticky.i raise my hands to my face, theyre red? i turn my head to see if mother knows whats happening and... the man is on top of her, his teeth digging into her neck. shes screaming, crying, "m-mom?"

"mom?" i whisper but im not in that forest anymore, im on my bed in my room. i look around my room, at the posters and drawings on my wall that i made myself, at my trunk and bag near my door. it takes me a second to register the knocking at my door. "andi we need to go" a sandy haired man says softly as he pushes through my door. its just remus, im safe. i push myself up to sit on the edge of my bed and run my hand through my messy curls. "are you alright sweetheart?" remus- dad, asks me softly. "nightmare" i mumbled sleepily. he sighs and sits down next to me. he rubs circles against my back. "its always worse after the full moon, give yourself some patient love" dad said softly, he knew i wouldnt actually give myself time to bounce back. it was frustrating to admit i needed time to heal, i didnt like admitting i was differnt. dad sighed and kissed my forehead gently "get dressed, you can eat at the weasleys, molly will have plenty of food for you"

i pull my t-shirt and worn jeans on and try desperatley to make my hair less of a mess. i dragged my trunk downstairs towards dad who was waiting patiently at the door. "ready? molly will have some ointments for you when you get there."

"i double checked this time" i chuckle, more than once ive forgotten something important, my school supplies werent exactly cheap so that wasnt exaclty ideal. dad chuckled and looped his arm through mine and, with a loud pop, we landed at the burrow. my second home! i live here as often as i do at dads house. it was the most brilliant house ive ever been too.

the door flew open and two lanky twins came flying towards me. fred and george collided with me, hugging me tightly. i giggled squeezing them tightly. Remus put his hand on my shoulder “I’ll see you at the train station, be safe” and with a pop he was gone.

“He never comes inside” a sweet voice came from the doorway. A plump woman was looking fondly at the three teens. She opened her arms wide, beckoning me forward. i smiled and wrapped my arms around molly. “Hello dear” she cooed into my hair. Molly pulled back and looked me over, cupping my face and turned it side to side, examining the new cuts and bruises i donned. She hummed

“Ginny! Ron! Come here!” Molly shouted as she pulled me inside, the twins following.

“She’s going to coddle you” Fred whispered into my ear with a little chuckle. i rolled my eyes as i followed molly into the kitchen where Ron and Ginny had just rushed in.

“Andi!” Ginny bounded towards me wrapping her arms around me and hugged me like it had been years since the last time she had seen me. Ginny had always looked up to me like an older sister ever since she could speak. i hoisted Ginny up and into my arms spinning her around. god i loved the weasleys, every one of them, including percy.

“I’m a little offended you didn’t do that for us” George huffed feigning hurt.

“Yeah come on andi, I thought we were your favourite” Fred added, mimicking his twin.

“Now when did I say that boys” i teased as i plopped Ginny back on the floor. The twins rolled their eyes before throwing their arms over my shoulders. the twins did this to me so often, we were always joined at the hip in some way.

“I dunno I just have a sneaking suspicion that you like us” the boys said in unison. i snickered and gave Ron a happy “hello”

“Now now boys don’t be too rough on her” molly scolded shooing the twins off of me. i sighed, Molly always had a tendency to treat me like i was fragile. “Oh come on mum it’s not like we’re throwing her around” Fred whined. “We could if you wanted” George whispered. The trio had learned early on that the best way to annoy the younger groups was to mock flirt with each other. After awhile it became an inside joke that the three found hilarious. Much to everyone’s dismay.

“Come on andi let me clean you up” Molly’s words are sweet but insistent. i know better than to argue with molly over this stuff. Molly is a excellent healer and it would be stupid to deny her help. i looked over at the twins who are grinning ear to ear, they did warn me i suppose. i rolled my eyes once more before following molly to the living room. i sit down on the sofa the twins and i often crowd. It was far too small for three lanky teens. Molly began rustling in a little bag near a bookshelf. She was humming a song and shaking to a tune only she could hear. Ah ha! Molly exclaimed as she pulled out a little jar full of white paste.

“This will help it heal a little faster, it won’t keep it from scarring unfortunately” molly starts excitedly before mumbling off the last part. i knew this, magic was wonderful but it couldn’t prevent scarring in most situations. i had more scars than i cared to count. Molly cupped my face as she smeared the paste over my wounds, i winced slightly. no matter if it had numbing ingriedents or not, this part always hurt

“I know it hurts, just breathe” molly humed. “Do you have anymore?” Molly questions looking me over. “You know the answer to that question” i chuckled dryly as i stood pulling my shirt up with me. Revealing a bandage stretching across my stomach.

Molly sighed, she hated seeing her kids hurt, not that Andi was her kid but it certainly felt like it. Molly peeled the bandage off slowly trying desperately to keep it from hurting too much.

i shuddered biting back tears as i felt the bandage pull healed skin with it.

The twins were watching from the doorway as molly tended to Andi. They knew what Andi looked like after full moons but they never got used to the gashes and bruises she dawned afterwards. Fred turned away, he felt sick to his stomach, he loved Andi, he wished he could take this from her. She didn’t deserve it.

Molly patched andi's stomach up once more and pulled her shirt down over it.

“Put this on your face twice a day and I’ll help you with your back until you go to school then then ask one of your friends to help” molly instructed waving her finger at me to enunciate her words.

“Yes ma’am” i mock soluted, i knew how much that annoyed her. i turned towards the door way and gave George a lopsided grin and peeked past him at Fred who was leaning against a counter.

“Want to show me what your letters talked about?” i said my tone dripping with mischief. The twins faces lit up as they grabbed my hands and dragged me up the stairs, giggling like kids the whole way to their room.

“What are you three planning??” Molly shouted up the stairs. She knew those three were troublemakers at heart. They had been since they met when they were 7. Remus needed help with Andi after a rough full moon and the rest is history. The three of them managed to turn rons teddy bear into a spider once.

[cherishedkids]

fight || tokito muichiro x reader

anime: kimetsu no yaiba  warning/s: sad, spoilers from the manga, mentions of injuries and character deaths words: 1,686 pairing/s: tokito muichiro x reader request: “Manga spoilers to the ppl who didnt read the manga!!! au where Tokito Muichiro lives and gets a happy ending with a gender neutral reader?” -anon

A/N: thank you to the anon who requested this!! gosh ive been writing so much muichiro lately 😳 i hope you enjoyed this!

The sun streams in, touching everything in its path. You were no stranger to its harsh nature, as you saw countless demons die by its hand. But as its rays touch your own face, you are reminded of a new day. A fresh path was open to you.

Muichiro lay on his back, bandages wrapped around his body. It had been a few months after the brush of death with Kokushibo. Thankfully, the gods saw fit to let him survive. The most that happened was the loss of his right leg and a coma right after. You knew his body needed time to heal, but you had no idea as to how long.

The first time you saw him in that state, you almost cried. Forget the noble cause of fighting for others, forget eradicating demons; he was ready to give himself up for the corps. Those who witnessed him fight the demon praised him for his bravery and abilities—those who were still alive, at least. Hundreds of thousands of his comrades had fallen before him, cursed to die in their work. You were scared for him, yes, but the passion in his eyes burned, and you knew that he’d do everything in his power to kick into gear the death of demons. It was especially present in the fight with the Upper Moon One. He was fine when he left you that night, but the next day, he came back to you, unconscious and battered.

But he survived. And he conquered death. So many times, he was close to dying. So many times, tears fell from eyes, worried sick. So many times, you prayed for him to be alright.

Everyday, for the past months, you waited for him to awaken. You needed a distraction—something to hold on to while Muichiro was not available. So after the first week, you decided to build your own house. It was difficult at first; finding free lands, contacting workers, and getting an architect to make plans for it, but it would be worth it in the end. You expected a lot going in. Money wasn’t a problem, as Ubuyashiki’s family was eager to help its demon slayers, but the stress of the project was big. You devoted yourself to it, as the fantasy of living a normal life with Muichiro gave you motivation. Even the finest of details—what polish to use, the type of wood, and even the lacquers, you paid attention to.

It was all for Muichiro. You had no idea the pain he felt as he laid there, thinking it might be his last moments. You wanted to alleviate that, if only a little, with a promise of a home after he wakes up. If he even wakes up.

The project was long done, the house sitting pristine atop a hill. It wasn’t grand—just enough for a couple to live in. But even so, Muichiro showed no signs of stirring.

Exhausted, you sat back down on your chair and waited patiently for him to open his eyes. The staff at the Butterfly Estate had looks of pity on you whenever you visited them everyday, but you were used to it. If you had no hope for him, then who else would? His flickering light needed someone to shield it, and if it took years, you were perfectly fine with that.

Again, his face lay in a peaceful state. The airy-ness that it exuded was nowhere to be seen. He was fine this way, he seemed happy. But you needed him awake.

For the umpteenth time, you reached across to hold his hand. If you could take away all the pain he had ever felt in his life, you would. He did not deserve this.

“Muichiro… please, get through this,”

Like all the other times, he didn’t reply. There were no tears to escape your eyes. They had already long dried out. You let out a sigh, but you never let go of his hand.

Maybe it was how the sun rose to the sky, carrying light with it. Maybe it was how the moon sank down below, yielding to the superior being. Maybe it was just the result of faith and months of prayers.

Muichiro’s hand intertwined with yours. The force of this wasn't lost on you. When you looked up, his blue eyes stared back at you, full of life and confusion.

“Muichiro!” You almost hugged him, but you weren’t sure if he was well enough for big commotions. You stood up, shaking from excitement. “Hold on, I’ll call Kanzaki—“

His hand doesn’t let go of you. “Please, stay with me for a while,”

You sit back down, ready to answer any of his questions.

“How long have I been… asleep?” This question, you’ve been anticipating.

“About five months,”

“And the others, what happened?”

You swallow the stone stuck in your throat. “Kokushibo died after you lost consciousness, and, well…”

It was clear from your demeanor, and Muichiro understood and nodded. “So they all died…?”

“Muzan was defeated,” At these words, he turned to you, eyes widened. “Tanjiro and his friends and the water hashira are the only ones left,”

“While I was asleep, huh,” You didn’t know what he meant by that.

“At least you’re here now!” He returned the smile you shot him and pressed your hand to his lips.

“Yes. With you.”

After calling Kanzaki Aoi to have a look at him, she deemed him fully recovered from his wounds. Muichiro expressed sadness when he saw his right leg… or lack thereof, but shrugged it off.

“It was the sacrifice I took to see you again,” He said, and your heart rejoiced at those words.

Tengen Uzui, Kamado Tanjiro and Nezuko, Shinazugawa Sanemi, and Tomioka Giyuu were there to greet him. He was one of the people who risked his lives, so naturally, they rejoiced at his awakening. Tengen Uzui welcomed him into his retired life, and pointed at his missing left hand.

“We’re kind of the same, aren’t we?” He laughs, and Muichiro can only smile at his joke.

Shinazugawa and Tomioka regard him, but only Tomioka brought a gift. It was a sword, as he recounts that his was lost in battle.

“Just for protection,” He reassures Muichiro. He accepts the gifts and thanks him. You secretly hope that he never has to draw that sword in any sort of battle.

Kamado Tanjiro and Nezuko approach him. They were both older than the two of you, and their presence was full of warmth.

“Nezuko, the last I saw you…” Of course, he is dumbfounded. He missed out on a lot while he was asleep, after all.

“I know! It’s nice to talk to you as a human again,”

They don’t see it, but the look of contentment crosses his face.

He is eventually cleared off, and was given a wheelchair to sit in. While crutches were given to him, his other leg had atrophied, so he had to train himself to walk. Almost everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps retired after Muzan was defeated. Although some stayed, to protect the Ubuyashiki family. But that was out of your hands now.

You took him to the house you spent so much time working on. Of course, he was blind-folded, so he would not see the surprise. It was already afternoon, and you were sure that he was hungry, so you had to make this fast.

When you finally take off the blindfold, he stares at the house before him. He is silent, taking in sight.

“You…” He says, after a while. “Built this for us?”

You nod, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead he gestures for you to come closer, and you do, waiting for him to say his thoughts. But instead, he grabs on to your kimono and kisses you. When you both pull away, he has a blush on his cheeks.

“Thank you, for everything,”

The both of you go inside, and his stomach rumbles. He doesn’t even try to hide it, as he whispers that he is hungry.

“Just sit tight, okay?” You rush to make lunch. Thankfully, you hadn’t thrown the head of lettuce that you ate the night before, and it was still relatively fresh. You get a pan and make his favorite food. It was chicken stew, complete with side dishes. After an hour, you pop out of the kitchen and set the table. He tries to help, but you disagree.

“You’ve been fighting for your life all this time, it’s the least that I can do.”

He smiles and sits back. He can’t deny the fact that he wants nothing more but to assist you, but he knows how long you’ve been waiting for this moment.

The lunch you prepared for him puts him at ease. It’s a reminder of the things that could be, and things to come. If anything, it reminds him of hope—of home. Of what was once his, but lost to unfortunate events.

As he sips the broth, tears start pouring down his face. He can’t contain himself, he just feels so sentimental that moment. When you see this, a look of worry crosses your face. Was your cooking that bad? But he waves it off, and wipes his cheeks.

“I’m just so happy that you stayed for me,” He admits, and you wonder just how long he was holding that one in.

“Of course I would!” It would not make much sense if you just left him just because he was unwell! But he looks at you with uncertainty. So you hold his hands in yours again. “I love you very much, Muichiro. No matter how long, or whatever happens to you, I’ll always be there for you,”

Something had changed inside him. It was tiny, and no one really noticed it. But you did.

“I love you too, ___,”

You were just so happy to have him back, and even if the future was uncertain, you had him with you. And that was enough.

The sun may have gone down, but you had your own sun in your home.

[nerdpiggy]

Tell us about your ocs!! I'm genuinely curios bc of the tags

[ID: Meme of Hatsune Miku smiling. Top text reads "Thanks for sending me a message". Bottom text reads "You're very cute and I will be replying to you".]

Robin "Robbie" Fuller: The character i play in a DND campaign.

they/them pronouns. they're nonbinary and asexual and don't care to label their romantic attraction.

They're 22 years old and 5'9" (175cm)

Their birthday is November 12th. they're a scorpio

They started off as a Mundane MOTW character and they're now a level 7 warlock in DND. They're a human

They live in a small coastal town in massachusetts called Holyoak and they go to the local college to learn culinary. They live in a single dorm and they have a cute widdle black cat named Chickadee

One day (for various reasons) their life was flip-turned upside down with discovering the existence of monsters, portals, different dimensions, and rifts in spacetime

One of the reasons for them discovering all of this was them meeting a man named Thomas who's a human from a different dimension called the Palisades. He's a well-known Judge over there. (Thomas is @bevtastic 's character)

Robbie gets an offer to join the Interdimensional Defence Agency (IDA), says fuck it and accepts, and Robbie and Thomas stay friends by virtue of their similar jobs.

Robbie is tasked to go to a different dimension (A half-medieval half-wild west desert town called Argyle) to stop a threat that was growing there. Threat turned out to be a massive mind-controlling dragon who wanted revenge for the rest of her dragon species that were killed off by medieval "heroes". Robbie was not cut out for this as their first job. They (with help) subdue the dragon eventually but not before she burned down multiple towns including Argyle to a crisp. Robbie feels very bad about this.

Robbie, Thomas, and the rest of the party receive a mysterious letter leading them to an old abandoned mansion in Holyoak and get roped into a rescue mission to save Thomas's old friend Percy who has apparently been bodysnatched by a bad guy and trapped somewhere for what felt like thousands of years. This is the arc where we switched from Monster of the Week to DND, and Robbie gets connected to a nature deity Adelaide through a purple necklace. They also get a familiar, who is an owl with pitch-black feathers and glowing yellow pupilless eyes that Robbie named Mr. Muffins.

Robbie and Thomas become very good friends :)

Thomas dies.

Robbie goes to the Palisades to find out what happened to him. Turns out he wanted to reveal the secret of interdimensional travel to the public and work to make it open, free, and safe. The people in charge did not allow him to do this by legal means so he aimed to do it illegally, which was when he was murdered by a group of bandits.

On top of that, one of the main reasons why he wanted to reveal the different dimensions is because there is a HUGE interdimensional threat coming our way, and we need to act on it if we want to live.

Percy finds Robbie and asks them to help with this threat, who apparently is a singular person named Siris that has been locked in a prison for thousands of years and somehow got out. Robbie doesn't have much of a choice and accepts.

In the Palisades, there are monsters called Behemoths. they emerge from people who get bitten by a behemoth or who touch the black tar-like substance that runs like rivers in certain areas of the Palisades. During a battle, Robbie gets bitten by a Behemoth, and now they're a candidate for Behemism (aka turning into big giant monster syndrome).

Because Robbie has Behemism and Siris is part of the reason for Behemism existing, they're mind roommates now. Robbie and Siris do not get along very well.

There's more to Robbie but this is their main backstory!!!

[ID: a drawing of Robbie holding a chrysanthemum. They have short pink curly hair, and they're wearing a yellow floral button-up and a purple necklace. They have bandages on their freckled face and they're looking down at the chrysanthemum with a neutral expression.]

Emile Azarel: A character i play in a different campaign that does MOTW.

He/him pronouns, he's trans, demisexual, and demiromantic.

He's 19 and he's 5'3

He doesn't know his actual birthday but the day he celebrates is January 23rd

His MOTW class is The Expert. He's a fire genasi

He was born in central Russia but he doesn't know his parents well because when he was ~8 months old there was a big monster attack that unfortunately killed his parents. A monster hunter named Avery Azarel found Emile, took him in and raised him.

Emile learned to hunt monsters with Avery and the two traveled around together as monster hunters.

Eventually Emile wished to have a solid place to live rather than constantly traveling, because he wanted friends. He found a town in the pacific northwest called Salmon Peak that had everything he wanted: Russian culture, a fairly small easy-to-get-around layout, and some very weird mysteries going on. (Just because Emile wanted to settle didnt mean he wanted to stop monster hunting!)

He moved to Salmon Peak and has met a bunch of new friends! He's also learning more and more about the town, which is turning out to be somehow even weirder than he expected.

Emile is a very sweet, polite boy, but considering the fact that he's only ever been around one person mainly for his entire life, he has a bit of a ways to go when it comes to interacting with people. The monster hunting life means that when there's a monster, you kill it and that usually solves all your problems. Emile has transferred this logic to people as well (if they're a monster, kill em!) and he's learning through friend influence that maybe human lives are a bit more sacred than that.

His favorite color is blue because he loves the sky!

A lot of people underestimate his skills because he's little and looks very young, but he is a very good monster hunter. Because of Avery (the best monster hunter in the biz), his last name has a bit of a reputation.

Emile is blind, autistic, and has vitiligo!

I have much more planned for Emile but I can't say it here because it is MAJOR spoilers!

[ID: a drawing of Emile walking forward. He is wearing a blue shirt with stars on it, blue jeans, a fluffy white jacket, a belt with a star on it, star earrings, a moon necklace, and black shoes. His blue hair is swaying behind him and he's holding a white cane with a red tip. He's smiling slightly.]

Avery Azarel: Emile's parent! I've not played them as a character yet but I've made a character sheet for them.

they/them pronouns. They're agender, aromantic, and pansexual

their age is (???) and their height is 5'7

they have a birthday but nobody knows when it is

Their MOTW class is The Chosen. they appear human

They're widely considered the best monster hunter in the biz. Their name is well-known and they're requested for help all around the world

Because of this, they're constantly traveling and having a house would not make sense. They just pack their things, stay at motels/hotels/etc., camp in the woods and move around to wherever people need them.

Since they've been pretty much everywhere, they always seem to know at least one person from each town. They never seem to get too close to anyone, though

They are fluent in many different languages!

In the past they were paired up with another monster hunter and they made a great duo. That was a couple decades ago; they go solo now.

Years ago, an unexpected and incredibly destructive monster rampaged a small town in Central Russia. Avery came as fast as they could (they were nearby in the area) but they still couldn't finish off the beast before it tore the whole town to shreds. Dozens of homes were crushed, but surprisingly most people survived, with the exception of a couple of people who died under the rubble. Avery felt awful (this was their biggest failure in a while), and as they were searching through the rubble for any more casualties they found little baby Emile, miraculously unscathed. They took him in and raised him from then on.

Nobody, not even Emile, knows very many details about Avery's childhood, their family, their age, or really any information about them. (Emile has been trying to figure out Avery's birthday for AGES so they can celebrate, but Avery has refused to budge)

Their main weapon is 2 pairs of bolas! those are those chains with 2 balls on either end, usually made to be thrown at people's legs to restrain and trip them. they use the bolas both as restraining tools and as their main weapon, because i think weapons where you spin them really fast in front of you are cool

There's a scar over their left eye; whenever someone asks how they got it they always spin a different elaborate tale of an epic monster battle. Nobody knows which (if any) is the true story

there is a WHOLE LOT that I am leaving out if you couldn't tell. There's a huge chunk of their past that I'm leaving out because it's all a big bundle of spoilers. Someday I will be able to elaborate more on Avery!

[ID: a picrew made by djarn of Avery. They're smiling, their head is tilted slightly, and there's a scar over their left eye. Their hair is tied half-up half-down. They're wearing a black shirt with "òwó" on it and a blue jacket with an aromantic flag pin and a pansexual flag pin. the background is an agender flag.]

These are my main OC's! I have more (Orion, Nottwyrm, "Noodlearms", etc.) but these 3 are the main ones that I post about. :3 thank u for asking!!!

If you have any questions about any of my characters I always welcome asks!!! 💖

[voidselfshipp]

Future Days (Of You And Me)

Tw: injury mention,blood mention, food mention

Jerico x Joel

Ok to rb

Heavy steps make their way to a cabin,the snow its drowning any sort of noise,the clouds are grey, darkening as the sun sets further into the horizon,the wind blew mercilessly, the pine trees shook at mother nature Will.

Jerico dragged herself to an old cabin,the big windowpanes are shadowed and covered by the mist And the residual smoke.

A chimney, just snuffed out, heavy, heavy boots left ashen marks on the old oak floorboards.

Still, whoever that was they were gone, with the resting embers in the chimney, a Fire came to life,jeri rubbed her hands togheter trying to warm herself, as the Fire slowly came more and more to life.

Its dark outside, at this hour her mind gets the best of her, if it wasnt because of her pets.

Missy growls, the Manchester terrier stands up, pointing at the basement.

Jer tries to dismiss her but the dog insists running to the door,she grabbed her rifle and Ran behind her dog.

She found her licking the face of a Man, heavily wounded.

Jerico looked for any scratches,bitemarks,anything that could point to an infection.

Nothing.

The Man,whoever he was, was breathing heavily, his lungs werent working, and the injure on the left side of his temples was bad, very bad.

She carried him upstairs, leaving him near the Fire.

His life force was slipping through her fingers, she could feel it,Like water down a stream.

She got to work quickly, cleaning and tending the wound as much as she could.

The person that left probably had unfinished bussines with this Man.

She did the best with what she had, and so she scavenged for supplies.

Her hand couldnt help but wonder to the Mans face,brushing a strand of hair away from his face, she smiled softly and warmly, oh he was very handsome.

His pulse was very weak, his breaths heavy and shortened.

The chances of him surviving were Slim to none.

Yet she grabbed a can of food and cooked it, sitting him up and trying to hand feed him.

He could chew at least.

When he had eaten enough, she let him sleep on her sleeping bag.

She then Ate what was left with missy, and sat besides him, with her rifle in hand patrolling the área.

The night went on with false alarms, so when the smoky clouds cleared she packed up shop and carried the Man on her sled Back to her home.

A small cottage hidden in a Valley between two big mountains.

Yet a green garden grew, food, fruits and even a bit of livestock grew and lived in there.

She left him rest on her salvaged couch, changing the bandages.

Feeding the cows she then sat on the porch, missy curled up besides her.

From there you could see all the forest, the climb there was too much for an infected to climb up to, so it was her little piece of heaven, its early morning, the sun still rising over the mantle saying goodbye to the night and stars.

The wind started to pick up from a slight breeze to a strong wind.

She entered the house, starting a Fire in the chimney.

She sat besides the Man, guitar in her hand, the dog at her feet.

--If I ever were to lose you--she sang--

I'd surely lose myself

Everything I have found dear

I've not found by myself

Try and sometimes you'll succeed

To make this man of me

All my stolen missing parts

I've no need for anymore

I believe

And I believe 'cause I can see

Our future days

Days of you and me....--jerico had to stop as the Man reacted to that song, sluggishly trashing around.

That song seemed to mean something to him.

So she sat there lost in her own thoughts, until lunchtime arrived,unbeknownst to her as her mind wandered off into dreamland.

She made food then, a warm stew for that windy windy day.

She served three plates.

One for the misterious handsome Man, anotherone for her,and of course one for missy.

She again tried to feed him, and I say tried because the Man kept on moving away like a child, maybe he was getting some of his consciousness back.

When she was going to drop the towel an idea popped in her mind, you could almost see the lightbulb turning on in her brain.

--Back when I was feeling broken

I focused on a prayer

You came deep as any ocean

Did something out there hear?

All the complexities and games

No one wins, but somehow, they're still played

All the missing crooked hearts

They may die, but in us they live on

I believe

And I believe 'cause I can see

Our future days

Days of you and me...--And as she sang the Man seemed to be more calm as he ate, or well, munched.

She let him rest as she Walked upstairs to her room,or well art room.

Salvaged pencils,errasers and brushes, some of her best artworks were hanged all around her.

Her day ended doing the thing she liked the most.

Creating.

Eventually,jerico started using the Man as a model,it gave her a challenge, try and draw him as close as himself as she could.

Shed keep a Journal, were she kept track of his progress.

The Man eventually came to his senses,it took some weeks until he introduced himself.

He couldnt walk, or move from that couch,he could still bathe( with the help of jeri to at least take him to the bathroom)eat,and sleep.

But that was about it.

One particular morning jeri was eating breakfast on her porch admiring the sunrise, the dark mantle of the night, turning wine red as the Oranges and yellows announced and aclaimed the arriving of the sun.

Her pet curled up by her side.

Though a particular tune seems to distract her, a man,singing.

--All the promises at sundown

I've meant them like the rest

All the demons used to come 'round

I'm grateful now they've left

So persistent in my ways

Hey angel, I am here to stay

No resistance, no alarms

Please, this is just too good to be gone

I believe

And I believe 'cause I can see

Our future days

Days of you and me

You and me

Days of you and me--by the time he was done singing jer had Walked back into the livingroom

-- thought you couldnt get up?--She sat besides him.

--well-- the Man said leaving the guitar besides him-- I couldnt help myself but to play, I missed the sound of it

A warm smile appeared on jericos face as she looked away -- howd you slept?

--havent had a goodnights sleep in a while..-- he answered.

--hm..--she grunted in agreement--i should...I should go and pick up some of the veggies on the garden...you can still play my guitar though...I dont mind

She stood up,as the Man stummed the chords.

--Joel

--what?--jeri who has walking to The door turned on her heel.

--My names Joel-- he said.

--nice to meet you Joel-- better late than never,she guessed.

After picking up the best of the vegetables she Walked in back to the kitchen, she could see that Joel was still playing, entretained by the guitar.

She tapped her foot along the way as she started to prepare lunch.

The Man however took his chances and explored the house.

Stairs were still tricky, but somehow he found his way into her art room.

--What.. the hell?--he asked to himself picking up one of the portraits she had done of him, and her Journal right Next to it.

One of the last entries had been written maybe a couple of days ago.

"The misterious Man is still reluctant to introduce himself, I do get it, in this world trusting is hard.

Yet I cant shake off this feeling whenever our gazes meet.

Hes pretty funny in his own Way,when he isnt resting I find him quite charming.

This is the last drawing I made of him, I wish I could find the courage to show it to him"

Joels factions soften chuckling at the fact that the woman that saved him was a huge softie.

--Joel!foods ready!

He put the drawing down and went downstairs to eat.

They sat across from eachother, he was kind enough to help her set the table.

They quietly chatter, Jerico asked him about exterior things of himself, she knew not to poke around in things she shouldnt,and Joel didnt say more than what he should.

Yet the conversation had a warm undertone that left the both of them with a smile on their faces.

Joel took a nap,and she locked herself up in her art room to try and organize her running thoughts and feelings.

He didnt trust anyone easily, nor did he let anyone became close, emotionally or physically.

But that same night the rattle of the Windows were too much,he knew he was safe and yet he couldnt help but Grab his blanket and go up jericos room to slip into bed with her.

--Hey.. jerico...can I.. can I stay the night here?

He felt like a kid again, but a happy feeling overcame Jim when she said Yes.

His back was against hers, he snuggled closer to himself.

Yet, the panicked sensation wouldnt go away.

So he did the best Next thing and hugged jeri.

--Watcha doing Joel?--Her tone was playfull, but he looked away nonetheless, and yet she snuggled closer--relax Man, just joking

He chuckled looking away-- the last time I trusted someone this much I...uh..

He heard her sigh--the scar?

--yeah the scar

--If you dont mind me asking.. what happened?

Joel sighed heavily, pulling her closer.

--i saved a chick,and ran with her to safety, turns out she had some unfinished bussiness with me...and so here we are ...

Jer Turned around hesitantly cupping her cheek,he leans in her touch hugging her waist--im sorry you had to go through that...

--on the bright side I wouldnt have met you..

Jeri chuckled and he kissed her.

Kissing back she caressed his hair, they spent the night cuddling away,singing togheter the song that brought them closer.

[projectshadovv]

Can you tell us more about your fursona?

im gonna assume you mean Blank, my albino white shepherd!

Blank’s original name was Raven. i wanted a “dark” name to contrast her light appearance, like Shadow, or Shade, or Coal, or Smokey, but i went with Raven, i dont know why but i did!

i chose a white german shepherd because i was currently obsessed with Bolt, the disney movie!! its still one of my all time fav movies. 

I made her super plain white, turquoise eyes taken from the anime character Toshiro Hitsuguaya from Bleach (i always thought his eyes were the most BEAUTIFUL shade of blue EVER...)

i was also really into bandanas and camo patterns, specifically gray camo, thus ending up with THIS:

she wasn’t my main fursona then, i had a different character, but she was one of the many i had. i didnt draw her much, cause i liked complicated, fun designs, and she wasnt all that fun to draw. i mostly drew her in vent art cause it was the easiest, and she was more of a serious character (dont let that smile fool you)

When i finally up’d her to my main sona, i added a SHIT load of gear to her. this was during the era of making fun of wolf a boos and sparkledogs. they were major cringe, and i took great pride in NOT having such a colorful, blinding character. but she was STILL boring to draw, so what did i do?

GEARED HER UP BABEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i LOVE wearing hats, ofc i gave her one, including a spiked collar, and her gray bandana. wristbands, a ...bandage? i liked to wear as if i had some sort of wound, gave her an ipod arm band (including headphones), a sticker (it mightve actually been meant to be a TATTOO?) with my favorite number (11), and on her right shoulder an LOL face sticker, earrings, a chained wristband along her leg wristbands cause i played LOZ twilight princess and i liked the chain on Wofl Links leg, AND............A CHAIN...HARNESS?? oh also changed her eyes to red. cause red eyes were badass.

i almost NEVER drew her harness tho. FUCK CHAINS...

i changed my fursona again tho, to a lil fennec fox named Zenka. i made Raven more of a High school persona kinda of character, and also for vent again. i updated her designs but kept a lot of stuff on her still, i was really attached to a buncha her stuff. got rid of the chains and wrist bands and the stickers. combined her collar and bandana, made a camo printed collar, gave her a KITTY HAT i loved these types of hats back then!!! i collected the hell out of them! i gave her a pink nose, green eyes, and black faded tip tail (i played okami recently ghfdk). oh and i actually learned a bit of anatomy, so she looks more like an actual shepherd dog.

(got a tablet recently. did i mention the ones before were drawn with a mouse? its all tablet drawings from here on out)

i drew these only a few years ago for funsies, but this is a side by side comparison

i started to FINALLY become attached to Raven, but i wasnt feeling her green eyes, and i was starting to love pink. minus the black tipped tail, which i forgot (or maybe i didnt cause this was when i got the albino idea), here is when i officially started the process to permanently changing her design to what it is today. i also noticed i had a nick on my left ear, so its been an official staple of all my fursonas designs ever since.

made her a new anthro form that i ended up NEVER drawing after i made this cause i had no idea how to design clothes. disclaimer, ive NEVER smoked but i thought it was Cool(tm) back then, so id draw my sonas smoking. at least smoking rainbows didnt sound or look so deadly. OH and teh declawed design idea comes from when i started working in the job industry and bc of it i have bouts of joint and muscle pain every now and then, possibly arthritis, who can a afford a doctor and official diagnoses these days. and the effect of declawing animals shares the same symptoms, so i use it as a little hidden tid bit.

fast forward a bit, new ref 2015

i finally came out being a lesbian and its just been good designs since then. LOOK AT HER LIL FLUFF HEAD

new ref in 2017, finally new official name!! took getting some used to. i had a childhood friend who was considered a bad influence/bad seed child, but i enjoyed her company, and loved the name she picked for herself Blank.

besides liking the name, its “””””””symbolic”””””””” as seen in the second pic, a ref sheet i tried making earlier this year

(also ditched the ink stained tail design idea, nvr used it. now its just a silver tipped tail)

and HERE WE ARE NOW!!!!

THE COMEBACK OF THE GRAY CAMO............ anyways thank for hearing me out!!! ilove this girl so much

[wwounu]

Still in shock, you continue to ask Seokmin questions ever since he has taken you upstairs to his comfy studio, asking you to take a seat as he takes a small break, cleaning the room.

“How long have you been doing this again?”

“Two or three years?” Seokmin replies, leaning more to a question than a statement. “Something like that.”

“Oh cool. Pretty long then.”

“Yep, it’s crazy thinking about it… Really crazy…”

“Aren’t there any clients after me?”

“Nope. My shift would be over right now since I usually work at the dog cafe this time, but I called in that I was sick so shush don’t tell anyone.”

The male lifts a finger to his lips, his lips forming a curl.

“So!” He claps his hands after your giggle. “You can get as much as you’d like. We can be here all night — What would you like to have?”

He’s now seated, in the middle of putting his gloves as you speak. He swivels in his chair to get a plain book and pen, opening to a clean page.

You awkwardly begin, “Uh… I’d like something simple — and hidden — so no one can notice it upon first glance.”

“I get you, ‘small and simple’.” Seokmin jots down his words in the book. “Anything else?”

“I’d like it to be a flower.”

“Ah, of course! Anything in particular?”

“A cherry blossom.” You cringe once saying it aloud. “I must sound basic right now, but I’d like to keep it minimalistic. Maybe not so much because I want there to be detail, but I think the blossoms should be the focal point of it all, while they’re growing scattered on the branch…”

Not knowing why, your voice says away at the end, watching Seokmin’s hand move left to right.

“So like this?”

He holds up his notebook, showing an ideal sketch of the tattoo you imagined perfectly, and you hum in agreement. “Damn, you really get me.”

“I guess I do.” The man grins. “That would look great on the ankle I think. It’ll sting a bit, are you ready for it? You can choose anywhere else if you want.”

“No I’m good with your decision, I trust you.”

Seokmin pauses at your final words, almost zoning out, but he eventually comes back on earth and gets himself started. “Attagirl!” He laughs, getting straight to work

A few minutes in and the silence is unbearable for you. You didn’t want to distract Seokmin either, but you quietly say, “Can I talk while you work? I don’t want to ruin your focus or anything.”

Seokmin hums. “Feel free too. I love talking to clients about anything — And you as my client makes it even better.”

“What made you want to start doing all of this?”

“It came out of nowhere, really. Soonyoung was busy doing thumbnails for a drawing of his, I think it was a back tattoo? For one of his characters, and I would it pretty cool, asked if I could contribute to some ideas. I think he only told me to go for it because he couldn’t care less.”

“And then?”

“I get to work too and after a few songs yada yada, I show him my ideas and stupidly start talking about the details I included. It was rushed but I don’t think Soonyoung realised that — You should’ve seen his face! I felt intimidated and proud. Next thing you know it, he tells me I’m really good and that I should be a tattoo artist. And now look at me! A very stupid story, but it’s close to my heart.”

“Cool! What do you prefer to do on people?”

“I’m cool with anything but I love doing complex tattoos — people are always satisfied when I do them, it feels really great helping them. But when it comes to myself, I prefer something uncomplicated.”

“Hm, why?”

The male snorts, rubbing his nose shyly. “Mainly just the backlash and looks from everyone… Plus I don’t think big, bold tattoos would look great on a guy like me-“ He’s stopped by the slip of your laugh, which is caught on by Seokmin too.

“Don’t your friends know about this? That you do this for a living?”

In reply the male chuckles. “Well… At first they didn’t, I wasn’t vocal about it and everyone already knew about my jobs with dogs. I think hearing about me being a tattooist would freak them out…”

“Tell me about it!”

“On one night my four friends were gathered somewhere near the parlour to hang out — at the time a friend was new to the city so they brought him there often to familiarise himself as the others were regulars…”

“My friend — Wonwoo; the new one back then — told me that he heard my laugh a bit away from the parlour and ‘knew my laugh but didnt at the same time’. He gets closer to the studio, and I don’t realise his presence, and he sees me laughing with some guys I’m close to while adding another tattoo onto his sleeve of ink…”

“With someone like Wonwoo, he doesn’t look like the strongest man but never underestimate him…” Seokmin shudders, flashbacks in his mind. “Um anyway, he has really bad eyesight and was too lazy to step into the parlour so late at night, but he apparently mistook me as Soonyoung because of our smilier hairstyles and laugh. Plus, it’d make sense for Soonyoung since the latter’s an artist, but even Wonwoo knew that Soonyoung wouldn’t do something like that at all…”

“At that exact moment, Soonyoung texts Wonwoo asking him to convince Minghao — Our model friend — to be his model, which didn’t add up for Wonwoo, and it was by the time Vernon yells out his name, wondering why he’s there, and I happen to hear it, seeing the two of them stare at each other Wonwoo stares at me, followed by Vernon, before yelling out my name in shock...”

“Apparently I’m ‘way too precious for that’ which is why they were all in disbelief. Only Joshua and Soonyoung knew about it before the accident, and apparently Jihoon too since he wasn’t phased by it.”

“I wouldn’t blame them,” You agree, smiling. Seokmin pouts but eventually smiles afterwards. “So have your friends asked you to do tattoos for them?”

“Here and there. Minghao asked me to do an infinity dragon for him in return of a favour. Other times it would be dumb tattoos my friends would want and I’d have to refuse the offer… Especially when it’s Soonyoung!”

Now adding the colour — and mainly because you had stopped distracting Seokmin from your non-stop chattering — you feel the pain come through on your ankle.

You’ve tried so hard not to feel the pain (as well as kick your foot due to how sensitive that area was), but the male puts you at ease, hushing you and telling you how good you’re doing.

A few more moments, chatting to Seokmin here and there, and you finally hear the “Ta-da!” From the latter.

“How does it look?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Grinning, Seokmin grants you to sit and passes you a mirror, seeing the tattoo more clearly. “So…?”

“I don’t know what to say-“ You stammer, “It looks amazing! You’re amazing Seok’!”

“Ah, don’t flatter me…” He huffs, resisting his smile. “I’m just happy you like it. Oh, but I need to give you some heads up before you can enjoy your tattoo.”

You nod, letting Seokmin protect the tattoo with a bandage, watching him do the process before he sits back down again, cleaning his studio once again.

“Don’t take the bandage off after a day. Take extra care with it, sometimes the ink takes a while to settle, so no long showers or baths, and keep the tattoo dry — It’s better to gently wash over it frequently, but don’t go crazy with it though…”

“Got it. What else?”

“Do be aware that it will itch, so I beg you not to scratch it since it’s the ankle and that’ll definitely do a thing or two to you. It’ll be hard but I believe in you! Also, use moisturisers too. Do this for two to four weeks and you’ll be all set!”

You hug the male, thanking him countless of times before you let go. You couldn’t thank Seokmin enough. After letting go, you pay for the tattoo and he asks you to stay around as he cleans up the parlour.

What ended up feeling like an hour suddenly turned into six, with the sun beaming its golden hour and the streets filling with more people while you converse with Seokmin, listening to his oddly fascinating dog walking stories.

“What other tattoos do you have? I’m kinda curious now.” Casually, you look outside the window and notice the sky gradually turn darker. When you turn back to look at the male, he scares you another time as to how close he was. “I swear you need to stop scaring me like that.”

“Sorry!” He chirps, humming a little at the end. “Should I tell them in order?”

“Alright,”

He shows you each inked drawing one by one.

The first tattoo was one you’ve already seen. An inked outline of a sunflower, running down his inner left bicep. As it was his first, he was scared what the outcome of his tattoo would be, since the what ifs wondered in his head and that a mistake will be made, yet things went the opposite for him — in a good way — and the old man who tattooed him became somewhat of a father to him as he was desiring to become a tattoo artist.

The second, a tiny doodle of a puppy’s slanted eyes, upside-down triangle nose and ears shaped in an ‘M’. That was his first self-made tattoo, located on his ankle. And of course it was directed to his unconditional love for puppies. For a first try, it wasn’t that bad — The tattoo was mainly credited to Soonyoung who drew the tiny doodle in the exact location (You had no idea how he managed to draw on his ankle, but you went with it), which Seokmin looked at afterwards and thought ‘This is nice’ and behold the tattoo.

And for credit, he had his friend put his initials — ‘KSY’ — to tattoo it additionally, just to the corner of the tattoo itself.

Thirdly; A constellation. Seokmin had to remove his shirt for this one, which was awkward at first, but the awkwardness was taken away the moment you laid eyes on his shoulder blade to the right hand side. The tattoo didn’t have a special meaning to it, but as it’s Aquarius, he got it as he was one himself (quite obviously).

‘Say yes’ was what you remembered about his fourth tattoo. Just underneath his inked constellation, it was tattooed in a typewriter font. Briefly, he explained that it was a duet he had to with his friend for Jihoon’s project. All he said was that it hit home, which you thought he was going to continue, but he fell silent for a few beats and his shirt back on.

“Finally,” He heaves, the mood feeling heavier than usual, “this.”

He lifts up his left arm, stretching it out to move his sleeve, revealing the small tattoo you had a glimpse on his wrist.

“It’s a — uh — lock. It’s really small, you can’t really see it. I did it myself. It-“ All of his words sounds disjointed, panicked, “It means a lot.”

With the vague description, he didn’t look like he wanted to go further, and it was only for you to respect that. If it meant a lot, then it’ll take time for him to tell you. One day, maybe, one day.

He acts more quiet now, with less words and less liveliness in him. It was a long day for the both of you, and you didn’t want it to end on a bad note.

Fiddling with his hands, Seokmin doesn’t acknowledge your head weighing on his shoulder.

“Sing me a song Seokmin.”

“A song? My singing isn’t that great…”

“Either way — I like your voice, I want to hear it.”

“But…”

“Just sing to me, I won’t judge, you have a pretty voice. ‘If I’m good at it, I shouldn’t hide it’,” You mimic his words, choking a laugh out of him.

He silent for another moment, then begins to softly sing the lyrics to Half Moon to you, going falsetto when he reaches parts where it would be more pronounced at, and adding a breathiness to his singing. To you, it felt like you were on the moon — lost in space — because of his singing alone.

And your eyes begin to get heavier, Seokmin’s voice lulling you to sleep. You did it; You made the day end well. And for you and Seokmin, neither of you wanted to ruin it.

OPPOSITES ATTRACT PART TEN — Tattoo Artist!Seokmin x Florist!Reader

finally back to updating! (hopefully...)

one • two • three • four • five • six • seven • eight • nine • ten • eleven

masterlist

[madokasoratsugu]

to good fortune and luck

[rod/lucette; post-canon (good end)]

summary: five blessings Lucette receives from the people dearest to her.(and the one blessing she'll never beg for.)

a/n: i really like them /chinhands/. i also really like lucette metaphorically giving the middle finger. as usual pls read on ao3 bc tumblr probs didnt catch all my italics and stuff lmao

read on ao3

1.

“Lucette, you’re with Rod, are you not?”

Lucette’s hand comes to a perfect standstill. Gently setting the teacup back down on its saucer, she forces herself to meet Ophelia’s eyes.

There is no judgement in her patient gaze, but no doubt either.

Lucette doesn’t allow herself a second breath, a second thought of denial to run through her mind.

“Yes.”

The spring breeze flips pages of a book Emelaigne left open on the picnic blanket. The owner is nowhere to be seen, having dragged her brother off to procure more baked goods.

“I see.”

Ophelia quietly smiles. It’s tinged with pain, and the expression cuts deeper into Lucette than she likes.

“Then I suppose i’ll have to dig out my wedding veil. It’ll need some work, but I hope you won’t mind. It’s always been a tradition in my family to pass down the veil as an heirloom.”

Lucette blinks. Her hand is shaking too badly to lift her teacup to her dry mouth.

“Of course not.” Lucette manages. She blinks harder, and tries to suck in a discrete breath. “Your lacework has always been lovely.”

Ophelia’s smile grows. It’s still dampened at the edges, but in Ophelia’s sudden embrace, it’s clear as day to Lucette that the grief isn’t directed at her.

Rather, it exists for her.

Not for the first time, Lucette mumbles thanks to her mother, who loved Lucette so deeply she suffered tenfold at the thought of Lucette ever, ever being hurt.

Who would support her, even if the world wouldn’t.

2.

“When you get married to Rod - .” Emelaigne stops to sigh dreamily, and Lucette secretly loves it; the way Emelaigne uses her words, the way she says ‘when’ and not ‘if’, ‘married’ and not anything less.

“When the both of you get married, I want to arrange your bouquet.” Emelaigne flops backwards onto her bed, spreading her arms out above her.

A wide grin stretches on her face. “It’s the only thing i’m better than you at, so you can’t say no!”

Lucette laughs, pressing her hands into her lap. “Why would I?”

Emelaigne pulls herself up as abruptly as she laid down. “Maybe because you already have someone else you want to do it, or someone more qualified, or - .”

“Em.”

Emelaigne pouts. “Okay, okay. That means no one, right? Then i’ve called dibs!”

She pauses, eyes dipping to one side that hints at something else.

“There’s more, isn’t there?” Lucette asks gently, prodding Emelaigne’s side.

“Well….” Emelaigne flushes.

She reaches to her nightstand, opening the drawer to reveal a matte silver box.

Handing it to Lucette, she motions for the auburn to open it.

White stargazer lilies bloom outwards, surrounded by artistic sprigs of lily-of-the-valley and baby’s breath.

Lucette slowly lifts the beautifully decorated golden barrette, wide eyed.

“I know I’m jumping the gun here, but.” Emelaigne clasps her hands before her middle, smiling hopefully. “It’s an engagement gift. I noticed your old one was fraying at it’s petals.”

“It’s lovely, Em.” Lucette breathes.

Every petal was angled with dedication, faux beads of water giving life to the mini bouquet.

“It’d look nicer if Rod would just propose already, so you could wear it.”

Lucette bursts into giggles, red faced.

She’s welling with embarrassment and childish glee unbefitting a princess, but with Emelaigne laughing by her side, Lucette cannot imagine herself as anything else.

3.

“Take this.”

Fritz shoves a practice sword against Rod’s chest. He stands towering before Lucette’s door, shielding Rod from any passerby’s sight.

“Go back using the South staircase behind the kitchen. There shouldn’t be anyone using it at this time, but if there is, tell them you were having a private training session with me. If they try badgering you for any more information, just mention the name Varg.”

Rod nods once, before walking briskly away, immaculately dressed like Lucette is not.

She shuffles backwards in her nightgown, uncertain. It wouldn’t do to have her knight see her like this.

It wouldn’t do to have her knight see her secret lover sneaking out of her room either, but there’s that.

Still, all Fritz does is send her a reassuring smile. “We still have half an hour, princess. Plenty of time to get ready for breakfast.”

When Lucette next exits her room, everything is encased in silk, pressed out of sight with powder.

It takes everything in her to look at Fritz directly.

“With five minutes to spare. Let’s hurry, though.”

At the sight of Fritz’s warm grin, the coldness in her middle melts. Yet a chunk of ice remains as she stands before the dining hall doors.

A sick feeling grows in her. She doubts it’s the overpowering scent of syrup, this time.

Still, the sticky feeling of the silenced topic that hangs in the air tastes just like it, if only not as sweet.

“Princess, want to know a magic trick?”

Bewildered, Lucette turns to see Fritz drawing two strokes diagonally away from each other on his palm three times before he mimes eating it.

“I heard its a spell for confidence.”

The half-witch feels her face twitch with a smile.

“I can tell you that is not true.”

“But I can tell you that the fact that i’ll support you no matter what is.” Fritz says, knowing, understanding. “I hope at least that inspires confidence.”

Lucette stares at Fritz, at the streak of black that curls around one side of his face, the bright curve of his lips and remembers the way her silver knight had tamed his wolf just to serve by her side.

“It does.”

And Lucette pushes the doors open herself.

4.

“Are you adjusting well to the Tenebrarum?” Waltz asks, grinning wildly.

“As well as you are to your role as magical advisor to the kingdom.” Lucette immediately replies, cracking a smile at their silly inside joke.

Waltz chuckles, patting the space beside him on the wide fountain rim.

“You look tired, little star.”

“Secrets are hard things to keep.” Lucette says, shaking her head as she sits.

“You’re doing quite well, for one of this magnitude.” Waltz says, stroking her hair, and Lucette allows herself to indulge in his pampering.

“Although I do have something that might help.”

Waltz pulls out a tiny drawstring bag, and tips out from it a pair of earrings.

Attached to delicate white gold clasps, the clear blue crystals capture shooting stars within streaks of white.

Lucette cannot hold back her startled gasp.

“They’re blue kyanite. It helps with balance, communication, and fresh beginnings.” Waltz explains. “Perfect for you and Rod.”

Putting them on, Lucette delights in the way they gently reflect the starry expanse above. “Thank you.”

Still, the thought of what Waltz’s encouragement entails makes her happiness falter.

“I just wish - .” Lucette says, words trailing off, full of unfinished thoughts and endless desires.

“So do I.” Waltz hums. “We all do.”

Lucette laughs at the philosophy, and Waltz doesn’t hold back his smile.

“But you’ll do more than that, won’t you little star?”

Lucette yelps as he picks her up, spinning her around once before settling her on his arm.

“You’ll grant your wishes, because that’s what stars do, with a little help. You’ll be happy, and you’ll shine like all stars deserve to.”

Waltz looks at her with such pride and fondness that Lucette laughs aloud again, a little breathless, a little choked.

Within the arms of her closest friend who never stopped believing in her, Lucette thinks that it’s time she repaid that with some belief in herself, too.

5.

“You let your hair down.” Rod murmurs, twirling a loose lock with his forefinger.

“I am supposed to be in bed right now.” Lucette says, glancing at the high moon.

Rod smiles ruefully, in a way that implies she stay, in a manner that asks to be kissed.

So Lucette does, carefully, gently, and relishes in his returning tilt of his head.

Moving apart, Rod hesitates. His fixed stare on Lucette inspires a slight smile, a rising blush.

At that tender expression, he turns to take a plain box behind him on the window seat, resting it on his lap.

“I couldn’t get a ring.” Rod starts slowly, with eyes averted. “Not as myself. And I didn’t want anyone else to do it for me. So I….”

He opens the shoebox, and Lucette claps her hands over her mouth.

Intricate silver filigree vines twine up the heels and partway down the side of her glass slippers, with miniature stargazer lily blossoms by the counter, supported by well placed leaves.

“A silver sixpence in her shoe, right?” Rod says softly, smiling.

Trapped between a sob and a laugh, all Lucette can do is watch as Rod gets down on one knee before her, as his bandaged fingers cradle the glass heels, her hand.

The grip of their interlaced fingers hurt.

“Lucette Riella Britton, will you marry me?”

“I will.”

The words tumble out easier than she thought it would have.

Salty tears roll down her face, and she finds Rod tastes the same when he leans forward to seal the promise.

“I will.” Lucette breathes, again, pressed against the glass window as pleasantly cold as the heels on her feet.

“I took some liberties with the rhyme.” Rod confesses, running a hand through her long hair. “But I still wish I could have given you more.”

“This is plenty.” Lucette says, tilting her head up to look in Rod’s eyes. “This is more than I dreamed of. You’re more than I dreamed of.”

Rod kisses her on the jaw, just below her ear, and Lucette sighs helplessly.

“Don’t go back tonight.” Rod says aloud, this time.

Lucette thinks there isn’t any need to tell her that, not when her solace is already embracing her tight.

“I never intended to.”

And when Rod laughs, brilliant and jubilant and filled with infinite hope, Lucette feels on the verge of tears, on the verge of everything all at once.

But with his every kiss, every touch, Lucette finds herself coming back down, coming back to her tingling senses, coming back home to Rod.

Some secrets are worth keeping.

But in his embrace, Lucette thinks this is not a secret she wants to keep.

Not anymore.

0.

The throne room falls eerily silent.

Genaro stares at Lucette and Rod, and their connected hands.

Lucette’s announcement has swallowed the atmosphere whole, echoing in the whispers of the maids, in the minds of all occupants present.

“An engagement.” Genaro finally speaks, laboured and confused. “With Rod?”

Lucette doesn’t answer the rhetorical question.

“Why?”

“Why not?” Lucette says, less of a challenge and more of a statement.

In the conflict of denying his blood daughter the only thing she’s ever asked of him, Genaro turns helplessly to Ophelia standing beside.

“Listen to them.” Ophelia encourages, and Genaro’s eyes grow wide at the realisation of being the only one left in the dark.

Genaro turns towards the pair again, expression somber.

“Lucette.” He tries again, brows furrowing.

Genaro sinks deeper into his throne, pinches the bridge of his nose. “I apologise. This is all...quite a lot to take in.”

Lucette does not tell him to take his time.

At the side of the room, Emelaigne shifts from one foot to another anxiously, while Fritz keeps a steady hand on his sword’s hilt. Waltz doesn’t tell him to let up, not when the sparks of a protective barrier dance upon the fingertips of his hand behind his back.

Genaro sucks in a breath.

“I cannot approve of this union.” He says heavily. “Not for the sake of Angielle.”

“You abandoned me for it, too.”

Genaro’s eyes fly open, taken aback by Lucette’s words.

“You misunderstand me, father. I have never asked you for anything. I would not start now.”

Weathered lacework chuffs at her wrists as she raises a hand to press against her chest, hair pinned back with nearly-alive sprigs of lilies and baby’s breath fastened by gold.

Her palm burns with borrowed courage carved with nails; white stars caught in blue crystals glinting as she holds her head high.

Glass and silver making a clean, crisp sound as she takes a single step forward.

Blessings don’t just belong in magic folktales, in old wives' tales; they come in words and gifts, and love.

“This isn’t me seeking your acceptance, father.”

Rod’s grip anchors her, reminds her who it is she goes home to, who it is that taught her what it meant to be loved.

Who it was that held her during her darkest hours, who became the light of her future.

“This is a declaration.”

[desperauxtilling]

nothing without you (jason/nico)

or, the one where jason and nico are estranged and nico shows up bleeding on jasons doorstep because he didnt know where else to go

inspired by the wonderful @fuocogo. happy jasico saturday, friends!!

Jason’s in his same clothes from yesterday so Nico assumes he hasn’t slept. He glances at the dim digital clock on the stove. “It’s four in the morning,” he tells Jason, who only nods as he turns around, dishing some food onto a plate. “Why are you cooking hamburgers?”

Nico isn’t running away.

That’s what he tells Will when he’s stuffing ambrosia and nectar into his knapsack, raiding the infirmary for all it’s worth, and pushing him off from trying to give a goodbye kiss. That’s what he tells Hazel when he’s telling her that he’ll be gone for a few weeks and not to worry, trying not to read into the wrinkles of her brow in her watery projection.

He’s loathe to believe there’s a manticore nest causing this much trouble in a college town, but his father pays well. He’s offering him more missions lately, trying to draw him out of the slump he’s fallen in. It’s been… what, a year and a half? No, longer, since Jason left for college.

Jason didn’t cut them off.

That’s what he told Nico when their calls got few and far between. Before and after he left both camps for good to get a space his own in a city far away. That’s what he told Leo and Piper when they came over uninvited and he told them that yes, he loved them, but he wasn’t taking guests and wanted a warning next time.

Jason is the one who ran away. Everyone thought it would be Nico. But Jason needed away from his powerful father, his haunting mother, and everything that gave him that baggage in the first place. He loves his friends, loves the camps, but it was too much for him. Nico understands. It’s selfish, but he wishes he could do the same. And as angry as he is at Jason for leaving, he isn’t nearly as upset for Jason not asking him to come with.

Nico isn’t alone. He has Hazel, he has Reyna. Percy and Annabeth now have reforged--or, finally forged a friendship with him. Even Will, to an extent. That’s gotten less sour even after their breakup. Piper has become an unexpected heart, and Leo and Frank can relate to his geekier tendencies.

But Jason… Jason’s absence leaves this obnoxious itch. It’s a scab and it won’t bleed, he’s too careful when he picks at it for that, but it itches the back of his mind and every part of his skin that Jason’s ever touched and behind his eyes since he can only see Jason in his memory now.

It’s itching on every bus ride. He would shadow travel but he wants to save his strength for the manticore nest, and he likes the contemplation of long, lonely roads. It’s itching when he reaches the hole in the wall blinking beastly eyes back at him. It’s itching cold and he freezes when a manticore slinks out and lunges for him because he’s suddenly not seventeen, he’s just a child back on that snowy mountain with his sister and there’s no Percy, no Jason, he’s just alone.

What a stupid mistake.

Nico grips his bleeding stomach and slumps against a crumbling wall. Shit. The manticores are fading into dust, now, but one of their tails pierced his right side in his foolish frozen state. He tries to breathe and coughs red specks into his hand. Double shit.

Camp Halfblood isn’t too far away. He might be out for a day or two after shadow travelling in this state, but he could do it. Then again, he thinks of Will. Nico would rather take his chances alone than get lectured by Will about being careful and taking care of himself and not running away. Well, he isn’t running away. But he knows he won’t believe him. Hazel and Reyna, wonderful though they are, probably won’t either. He doesn’t want to risk their disappointment. Gods he loves them but he knows they’ll just look at him like he’s an ill fourteen year old again. He can’t handle that right now.

Nico isn’t sure where to go.

Well, that isn’t true. Nico has friends, he has options. But there’s only one place he wants to go. The only place he’s wanted to go out of everywhere he’s been the last almost three years. Gods, has it been that long? He just wants to see Jason again. Because Jason is the one who ran away and now it’s up to Nico to chase him. He lets that thought consume him and steps into shadow.

He hits his head on the door of an apartment when he emerges from the darkness and hisses. The wound on his stomach gapes open, no matter how tight his fist clenches in his shirt. He uses his other to brace himself against the doorframe. He hears shifting, footsteps inside. A familiar weight casting shadow behind the door. Nico almost sobs.

When Jason opens the door, he stops cold. His golden hair is slightly longer, now, curling lovely over his ears. It shines with his imperial glasses. His eyes are still that annoying sky blue that gave Nico courage to brave heights again. He wonders if he’s changed any in Jason’s eyes while he takes in Nico standing on his doormat. There’s a shocked almost smile curving his lips before he sees the blood Nico’s trailing on his boots and Jason’s paw print patterned doormat. How dorky, Nico thinks in his haze of consciousness. “N… Nico--?”

Nico opens his mouth to speak but his throat is so dry, blood coating the back of his tongue. His vision is getting hazy. The thought occurs that he isn’t sure what he would say even if he wasn’t bleeding all over Jason’s doorstep. “... Didn’t know where else to go,” he whispers. That’s when he gives up standing and sinks to his knees. At least the mat is cushioned.

“Oh--oh no, shit,” Jason curses. He tries sliding his arms under Nico’s to help him stand but it only makes him groan in pain. Black spots dance in his vision. “Nico--” His voice cracks. He sweeps him up in his arms and Nico lets his head loll on Jason’s shoulder. He’s warm. He still smells the same--cool air, damp autumn leaves. He steadies his tone and kicks the door shut behind him. “Stay awake, Nico.”

“Mmm,” he mumbles back. Jason must not realize how hard that is, with Nico cradled in his strong, warm arms. Jason sets him upright on a couch and Nico wonders if it’s simply coincidence that everything he owns is so soft and welcoming. It’s not fair.

Jason’s footsteps recede and Nico’s left shivering and gasping for air, but soon enough he’s back with ambrosia, bandages, and some other essentials. “I need to take off your jacket and your shirt, Nico, so I can get a look at the wound. Is that okay?”

There’s no need to be so respectful when Nico’s baring his guts on Jason’s couch, but he appreciates it. He nods and Jason carefully, quickly peels the clothes off of him and rolls Nico onto his good side to inspect the wound.

“Oh, Gods,” Jason mutters. The snip of scissors. Cold cloth and a stinging in his wound. Jason’s fingers gracing his lips, prying his mouth open to feed him ambrosia. However long, Nico remains in a vaguely conscious state, wondering if maybe the manticore actually killed him and his father’s just granting him one last lovely vision in his last few moments of life.

Jason’s brows knit in concentration while he cleans and stitches the wound. His tongue sticks out of the side of his mouth, just slightly. A cute habit Nico noticed long ago. His glasses are crooked from his frenzy to save Nico. He tries to comment but it only comes out a long wheeze.

“Save your strength,” the son of Jupiter murmurs, resting a hand on his pulsing stomach.

Nico forces his shaking hand over Jason’s and squeezes it. Reaches a little farther, straining his wound to fix Jason’s glasses and brush a lock behind his ear. Worth it, he decides even when his vision blurs. Jason’s wide eyes are clear and in a moment of impulse, while Nico’s wrist is pressed to his cheek, he turns his head and breathes him in. The flutter of his lips is almost a kiss. Almost.

Maybe an hour passes when he’s done bleeding and Jason’s bandages are taut across his ribs. He stares at the ceiling, a soiled, pale yellow that Jason, only Jason, has managed to make feel homey. He’s slumped against the couch at Nico’s feet, wiping sweat from his brow. He hands Nico a bottle of water which he greedily gulps down.

Now that everything’s clearer, it’s more sour, too. Some of his resentment toward Jason is rising again. Jason was more than happy to stitch Nico up, no questions asked, but he doesn’t want to deal with the repercussions of showing up at his doorstep. But really, what was Nico expecting? Some easy fix and happy ending to the stillness that’s stifled them?

Now he’s awake enough for his wound to sting and regrets to sink in. The blanket Jason draped over his legs is the heaviest lead. He slowly caps the water bottle. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” Jason says. Silence stretches between them as Jason gathers up the scattered medical supplies. “I’ll go set up the guest room. I think you’ll be more comfortable there. You can stay as long as you want.”

Nico pulls the blanket up over his shoulder with a wince and closes his eyes. “I’ll be gone by morning.”

Jason stands abruptly. “But… you’re injured.”

He waves a dismissive hand to show Jason he’s fine, no matter how much his stomach throbs in response. “I’ve had worse.”

“Had wor--” the son of Jupiter repeats softly. “Nico, it’s been years. Are you all right?”

Nico turns to lay on his stomach, burying his face in the crook of his elbow. He’s embarrassed himself enough already. Who is he to call Jason selfish for doing exactly what Nico may have done? He’s too close to this situation and too full of emotion. Maybe he’ll come back in another week, or month, or year, once he’s decided he has something to actually say. “Good night, Grace.”

Nico sleeps fitfully, drawn in and out of consciousness by his wound. He hears Jason mulling around sometimes, restless, rearranging things in his apartment. Sometimes he sits at the foot of the couch. Sometimes he sits so close that his hair touches Nico’s, soft blond tufts drawn into his dark, sweat-soaked strands. It could all have happened in a manner of minutes or hours and Nico would be none the wiser to the passing of time.

He wakes up when it’s still dark and he can breathe with his side again. Jason’s left his jacket and a camp shirt at the edge of the couch, since Nico’s own was too torn to mend. The shirt seems new, hardly worn. Perhaps Jason took it with for a memento, only for it to become too heavy and burdened with the past, and letting it find home in the dark recesses of a closet or hamper. Soft and purple, it smells like Jason, so he lets it slide.

Sometime during the night Jason removed his boots and set them beside the couch. Probably hoping that would entice a more comfortable Nico into staying longer. Nico’s lacing up his boots again when he smells something delicious. His stomach growls and he has to admit, he’s curious and starving, so he follows his nose to a quaint kitchen.

Jason’s in his same clothes from yesterday so Nico assumes he hasn’t slept. He glances at the dim digital clock on the stove. “It’s four in the morning,” he tells Jason, who only nods as he turns around, dishing some food onto a plate. “Why are you cooking hamburgers?”

He sets two plates on a small, weathered round table. “I was hoping to catch you for breakfast before you go.” And I couldn’t sleep is left unsaid.

He’s finding it harder and harder to hang onto the frustration he feels toward Jason. “Burgers, though?”

“Only food I remember you liking.” He gives a lopsided grin, kind, apologetic. Nico’s resentment melts so easily with just a look from him. It’s unnerving how quickly Jason can disarm him with the smallest motion of his lips. Even moreso that Nico lets him. Welcomes it, even. He’s missed it the last… however long Jason’s been gone.

He squints, scooting the chair aside to take a seat, insisting, “I do eat other things.”

Jason sits too. “Like?”

“Chicken tenders.” He’s talking with his mouth full and Jason can deal with it.

“You’re joking.”

He licks burger grease from his fingertips. “Half-joking,” Refuses his napkin just to watch Jason squirm. “Pizza’s good, too.”

“I thought our American cuisine would offend your good Italian sensibilities,” Jason chuckles. He seems less concerned with eating, instead watching Nico through lidded eyes. He wonders if that’s because Jason is too fond or too tired.

“I’ll go easy on you just this once,” Nico replies. “For old time’s sake.” Demigods don’t traditionally live long, so the last few years apart may as well account for an eternity, if how much he missed Jason is all he has to go on.

They lapse into a comfortable silence and Nico is happy to gorge himself while Jason watches, somewhere between amused and concerned. “You’re eating.” Nico blinks. “I mean, uh--it’s good. You’ve got your appetite back.”

Nico snorts. “Lot of good that does me. Will says I’m not likely to get any taller.” It only has an eensy bit to do with the malnutrition that’s plagued Nico most of his life.

At the mention of his name, Jason’s brow creases. He lingers on the bite in his mouth, as though it’s become lead, hard to swallow. “How is Will, by the way?” He thumps his chest with his fist.

“Fine. Annoying. You know how he is.” Nico sucks the grease out of his hamburger bun. “We broke up a while ago.”

“I’m sorry.”

Jason’s response is so flat and unsympathetic that Nico almost laughs. So he calls him out on it. “You’re not.”

He sighs and eventually agrees. “No, I’m not.”

They don’t talk much. Nico wants to fill him in on everything that’s happened, or relate some story or joke to him, but he has to delve into a long string of explanation that makes Jason’s eyes sag. So they give up on talking about camp and Jason doesn’t talk about his mundane mortal charade.

All he says is, “It’s nice. I feel like I can breathe for once. There are monsters, still, sometimes. But it’s quiet. Peaceful. Almost perfect.” His gaze flickers across the table and the son of Hades squirms in his seat. There’s an unspoken regret there, heavy as autumn rain. Nico can feel that same weight in his chest. It’s a little hard to breathe, suddenly, when Jason’s looking at him like that. He takes Nico’s greasy, calloused hand in his own. So warm, so perfect. “You could stay, if you like. Not forever. Just...”

Gods, Nico wants nothing more. He bites his lip, brushing his thumb over the back of Jason’s hand. “You left for a reason. Right?” And the manticore’s claws have nothing on the ache of his heart. His voice is deep and deadpan. “It had to be a good reason for you to leave like that.” To leave me.

Jason bows his head. “I thought… at the time, I thought it was a good reason. Lately, I’ve been having doubts.” Nico does not bare his heart, does not inflict upon Jason every scathing word and teary night that’s attributed to his absence. He just stares at Jason and drinks in the sorrow seeping through his hands into Nico. And it all comes crashing into his chest when Jason apologizes in the softest voice Nico’s ever heard.

“I know.” Nico lets their fingers intertwine. They sit at the table holding hands, food left forgotten on their plates, and the next time he blinks it’s sunrise. Sweet mauve tints Jason’s glasses through the kitchen blinds. He’s giddy and fourteen again, all the hurt and heart in the world when Jason gives him a smile.

“I can’t shadow travel back home like this,” Nico says finally. Jason blinks. “And I don’t feel like taking public transportation back to New York.”

A smile widens Jason’s face. “You mean--”

“I’m injured,” Nico reaffirms. “I’ll need food. If it’s not too much trouble--”

“Are you kidding? Of course not!” Jason stands and spreads his arms for a hug then abruptly pauses. “Oh. Sorry, uh, I forgot. No touching.” As if they hadn’t been holding hands for the last twenty minutes. Maybe longer.

Nico raises his arms just so Jason can slide his around his waist. “You’re the exception, remember?”

The sunrise isn’t what tints his face pink when he approaches Nico for a hug. It’s firm and comfortable. He missed this feeling so much. Jason’s warm arms around him, the way his head nestles in the crook of Nico’s neck, how his breath settles on the edge of Nico’s ear, the snug clasp of his hands at Nico’s low back.

“I can’t believe it took this long for this place to really feel like home.” Jason’s voice trembles when speaks.

Nico sighs and sinks deeper into him. He can’t believe it’s taken this long for both of them to accept that. So he kicks off his boots and tells Jason he’ll stay for dinner tonight (That’s all I can say, no promises) and they’ll go from there.

[thiickfreaknesss-blog]

Head Case

Chapter One

I felt very calm, laying in what I took to be grass as it tickled my neck. So close to my nose I could smell the unmistakable scent of the freshly cut lushness. Though it was grown so tall, passing the height of my head, I could tell it was not recently manicured.

As I lay there, enjoying the scents and the chirping of birds, I thought how remarkable it was that my mind allowed such a vivid and hyperrealistic dream world. All my time spent in the lab, missing out on reportedly 'epic' college frat parties, researching and studying the world of dreams and the unconscious, finally paying off. I may not have broken any records or discovered something new, but lucid dreaming IS one of the perks to my studies.

After an imperceptible amount of time lying in the grass, relishing the feeling of nature beneath me, I decided it was time I should open my eyes and try to hold on to the world I've created. My personal battle with lucid dreaming was the act of opening my eyes. I never could get past physical sensation and enjoy the world, every time I opened my eyes it all disappears and I'd be back in the lab or in my off campus studio, tired and disappointed.

This time though, I was determined. The smell of the earth, the birds song, the light breeze that brushed my eyelashes, I had to know what kind of magical place my mind brought me to. I wanted to experience it, to feel it's realness-

My foot suddenly jiggled and I felt the hand that lightly grabbed at the toes of my boot. My eyes snapped open at the touch and I looked down at my bottom half only to be met by glowing eyes.

He opened his mouth to speak but what came out was definitely not English...

"Du valgte et mærkeligt sted at falde i søvn." the words rolled off his tongue elegantly, though I had no idea what they meant. He cocked his head to the side like a listening dog.

I was stunned, frozen like a deer. This was definitely the most vivid dream I've experienced. It's hard to believe that those round eyes weren't real with the way seemed to attempt to look straight into my soul.

I didnt reply, I figured he wouldn't understand me anyways. I looked away, sitting up and taking in my surroundings. I was in some sort of field or meadow, lined by tall lush trees and beautiful yellow flowers releasing feathery seed pods that danced through the breeze. Though I couldn't see it, I heard the sound of water running nearby to my right. Slow and melodic, possibly a stream or creek hiding within the tree line.

My attention went back to blue eyed boy. He spoke again, his tone questioning, but I didn't know what he asked. He looked down at my hand, and questioned me again. I then realized my left hand was covered in sticky warm blood. My blood. A deep gash ran from the middle finger of my palm and down, the pain of it just now taking affect in my brain. The burn washed over my entire hand and it quickly became my main focus. I pulled at my loose shirt and used it to press on the wound, trying to stop the blood from flowing. I felt a hiss escape my lips at the stinging sensation. This dream was feeling more and more like reality than I thought it would.

The boy sat at my feet, staring at me, probably wondering why I wasn't responding to him. He said something again and started to stand, though I could tell it took a great deal of effort to do so. As he stood he grabbed what looked like crutches from the grass and used them to steady himself as he started to turn and walk towards the tree line. He spoke again and motioned for me to follow him.

Still somewhat in my trance of uncertainty and confusion, I also stood slowly and walked forward to keep up his pace, dropping my shirt from my clenched fist and noticing the dark red stain it left behind on my cream colored blouse. I kept pace with the boy, surprised that his speed was somewhat normal considering his apparent afflictions.

We walked for maybe a mile, mostly in silence besides the few times I tripped on nature's unforgiving floor, swearing profanities as I instinctively caught myself with my already injured hand. The boy only rolled his eyes, attempted to help my to my feet and kept moving.

We finally arrived at a small town, or village would be a better description. We passed many small houses made of wood and other bits of nature, and eventually made it into what I would call possibly the 'heart' of town. Many vendors with wooden carts ran around, people talking, people trading things between each other. The style they all wore, including the boy at my side, was very old world. Thick looking fabrics, duller colors, many layers, and metals. It did not belong in the 21st century, even in the poorest of communities within my city.

We reached a large building and he opened one side of the giant and heavy set of double doors and walked in, holding it open for me to enter and closing it shut with a loud slam behind us.

In the large room we had entered were lines of wooden tables and chairs. At the forefront were two stately and noble looking chairs that faced the main room, like thrones. I stopped for a moment to take it all in, noticing the fire-lit sconces that clung to many spots on the four walls and the medieval looking weaponry that decorated the room.

Where had my dream taken me??

The room was mostly vacant except for two women who stood by chatting. The boy that lead me around said something to them and motioned them over, an authorities tone washing over his words. One woman rushed to his side, eyes at the floor, the other scampered away with a basket of what looked like fruits or vegetables and left the room.

The boy spoke to the first woman and gestured towards me, then she rushed away. The boy motioned for me to sit at the nearest table and I obliged, returning my bleeding palm to a fresh spot on my blouse, the sting immediate.

The boy sat next to me and grabbed my hand away from shirt, examining it closely. He said something again to me and I felt bad that I couldnt reply in his language.

"I'm sorry, I don't.. " I tried to speak apologetically. His head perked up at my words, looking astonished.

"So it is English you prefer to speak?" he asked me.

I was baffled, wondering why my own dream had created a language I couldn't speak, only to find out he knew my own? What on earth...

"Yes, I speak English.. "

The look of surprise and uncertainty washed over his face, but before either of us could ask further questions of each other, the woman he had previously fetched returned with a bowl of water and bandages. She knelt beside me and began to pat my hand with lukewarm water, removing any traces of caked blood. She wrapped my hand in cloth, finishing her work, then briefly looked up at the boy, about to speak. He waved her off and she quickly picked up her things and shuffled away, leaving the two of us alone.

He leaned forward, his chair facing me, resting his elbows on the legs. "I've not seen you before. Where do you come from?" he asked me, in English. His mouth was hard not to stare at, pouty lips next to glowing blue eyes. A look of determination...

Oh! Where am I from..?

A loaded question.. How to answer that?? I come from reality whereas you are actually a figment of my imagination? Umm..

Before I could decide on anything my brain answered the question my own mind asked. "I'm not sure."

Oops. I meant to keep that to myself..

"What is your name?" he asked me. His expression was one of fascination and questions. I suddenly felt cocky and decided that this was MY dream and I would do the asking.

I leaned on my knees to mimic his stance and looked at him closely. "What is YOUR name?"

His eyes widened a bit, surprised at my unwillingness to obey, but a smirk crossed his thick lips, he held his position and answered me with confidence.

"Ivar." he said, he almost said something more but seemed to decide against it. His eyes made a questioning motion for me to reply with mine.

"Caroline." I replied.

"Where do you come from, Caroline?"

I paused, again not sure how to answer. I decided I would be as vague as I could, to avoid too many particulars. "I'm not from around here. I traveled pretty far, actually."

He leaned back, not entirely pleased with my answer, obviously, but he seemed to let it go for the time being.

I suddenly felt my stomach turn in knots and realized I was incredibly hungry. How could I be hungry in a dream? I shouldn't have been surprised, the pain in my hand reminded me that apparently any feeling can be expected, even in my dream world..

"Have you got any food? I'm oddly starving.. " I asked him. He leaned back in his chair, smirking, and called another of the women over to fetch food I assumed.

This lucid dreaming was turning out to be nothing of what I expected...

After I scarfed down a bowl of warm soup that tasted of fresh herbs and wild game, Ivar, who patiently waited for me to finish with minimal talking but maximum eye contact, led me through the house, up a set of stairs and down a long hall. He opened the door and we entered a small, nearly bare room. There was bed that stood on the right wall with a small table and chair a few feet away. On the opposite side of the room was a small fireplace and a large tub that took up a good portion of the already slim amount of walking space. There was a women poking at the fire, her long platinum blonde hair braided down her back. Her brown dingy brown dress dragging on the floor, stained dark from time and wear. She barely acknowledged our entrance until she saw it was Ivar who followed in behind me. She immediately stood and bowed her head, almost as if to wait for instruction.

"You may stay here tonight." he stated. "Yeni is drawing you a bath. I suggest you get some sleep, tomorrow is another day and I'm sure the new Queen of Kattegat will want to meet you." he had a certain distaste about the way he spoke that last sentence. Something against the Queen maybe?

"Thank you, Ivar." I stepped closer to him, I think making him suspicious of my actions, and gently laid a peck on his cheek. He looked very much surprised, blood rushing to his cheeks. He nodded and walked away.

"Ivar!" I hollered after him. He turned on his crutches, looking inquisitive. "How do you say 'thank you' in your language?" I asked him.

His eyes squinted and he said "tak skal du have." then he turned and made his way back down the hall.

I stepped back into the bedroom and moved towards the girl called Yeni. She moved to place in my hands a pile of clothing, off-white in color. She pointed to the prepared bath, muttering something in her language, and stepped out of the room.

"Tak skal du have!" I yelled after her.

I undressed quickly and stepped into the steaming water. It felt amazing after a day like today! I took my time in the bath, biding my time. I took the cloth that was draped over the edge of the tub and dunked it under the surface of the water, soaking it instantly, and rung it out over my bare chest. The hot water trickled down my breasts, aiding in warming my whole body. I leaned back and wet my hair, scratching at my scalp to release any caked on dirt. I laid in the tub until the water was too cool and became less than comforting.

Assuming the clothes Yeni gave me were for tomorrow, I opted to lay in the bed naked. I knew that once I fell asleep my time in the dream world would be over, so I kept my eyes open as long as I could. I almost wasn't prepared to return to my small studio apartment. The hustle and bustle of people and technology, midterms creeping around the corner. Plus with this dream having been as detailed and realistic as it was, I don't know if my lab partners would ever believe what I'd tell them happened. Either way my short experience here will make for a great essay topic!

I shut my eyes and tried to shut off my whirlwind mind. Not long after snuggling into the cozy bed covered in warm furs, I drifted off...

A cold sharp line stung my throat and a heavy weight on top of me woke me from a deep sleep. I thought I should be back in my own room, seeing my pink curtains blowing in the nightly wind through the screen. But instead I opened my eyes to a pair of glowing blue ones, almost nose to nose with me.

"Who. Are. You." the voice hissed.

I immediately recognized the eyes, and the angered voice. Ivar.

"Ivar, what are you doing?" I managed to squeeze the air in and out of my lungs long enough to get the question out.

"Why will you not tell me where you are from? What you are doing here? It drives me mad." he hissed at me. I used every ounce of my strength and body weight to lift myself up and throw him to the other side of the bed. Unfortunately my blanket of furs went with him and my naked body exposed. I reached for the covers out of modesty but he leaped and grabbed me by the throat with one hand, the other propping himself up on the bed.

"Answer me."

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Heyyaa! This is my first ever legit attempt at writing anything substantial so I hope it goes over well! There will be more to the story, of course, gotta get that juicy stuff! I'm definitely a huge Vikings fan and I'll do my best to keep time lines with the show n stuff but I will gladly make changes if it benefits the story. ALSO the language I've translated that the Vikings are speaking is Danish, I had a b*tch of a time locating anything legitimate to Old Norse so 😕. And of course, in this story, 'Boneless'does not mean 'BONEless'... Catch ma drift.. So, enjoy!

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[blessyourheartdharps]

band-aids don’t fix bullet holes but they do cover bites || Platonic Soulmates

who: Dani Harper & Abel Hayward

when: 8/25/18 - night (I literally forgot to post this)

where: their house ; Dani’s room

what: after an argument, Dani bit herself and Abel fixes her up

warnings: blood, depression, technically this is self harm, mentions of death and abuse

It was stupid, the way she felt. She knew he had a point. She knew he was right, but she was frustrated. Dani had never had this issue. Never had to worry about hurting someone like this. Whatever was happening with Mercedes was weird. It was wrong, but not in the way it should be. Dani knew Mercedes deserved the world and that Dani wasn't that. She was a wreck and that wouldn't change anytime soon. In truth, it was likely not to ever fully change. Abuse stayed with a person and that mistrust, especially with people who talked to her drunk was part of it. It sucked. And she'd gotten frustrated and bit her arm, hard. She'd tasted the blood fast but hadn't let go until Abel was gone. Until she'd heard  the door close. His words felt like a kick to the gut and she'd ended up just getting up and going into her room, door locked tight behind her. She didn't even look at her arm, she knew it was bleeding, but she wasn't going to deal with it. She deserved to hurt. So, she'd laid on the floor, her depression playlist blasting and closed her eyes, letting the darkness and the lyrics consume her.  It started with Pain by Three Days Grace and then transitioned into Sharp Edges by Linkin Park as she let everything sink in, doing her best to ignore the feeling of blood running down her arm onto the wood floor beneath her.

Abel knew he was out of line when he told her that things, but he knew that if he didnt try, he would be watching his best friend going after someone and it somehow turned on a switch for something, that he didnt know. He hadnt discussed what he told Dani yet in therapy. When he got to his car, he hit his hand against his car and he groaned out of pain. He let out a breath, knew that he couldnt be running off somewhere else when Dani was this down. He headed back into the house, ignored the pain in his hand and closed his door once he was in there. He put his headphones on, started to play songs from Aaliyah and turned up the volume as he tried to ignore the pain and tried to draw. He kept messing up and it still wasn't getting any better. He turned down his music some, placed his headphones around his neck and swallowed hard as he gotten up. Abel knew that he needed to check on Dani, since he didnt leave and he felt bad for doing so. He headed into their bathroom, grabbed the first aid kit and headed to her door. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. He rested his forehead against the door, let out a breath as he closed his eyes. "Dani! If you don't open the door, I will kick it down! I dont feel like replacing a door at the moment!"

The music continued to play, her arm still bleeding onto the floor, as she lay there. So much of her begged her to get up, to change the music, to clean up the blood , to patch up her arm, to stop hating herself. But she couldn't. The exhaustion of the day mixed with need to not feel but also feel, kept her from doing it. If she let herself bleed, this was just an accident. This would keep her from doing it on purpose. Because she as scared she would. Scared that if she fixed the bleeding, she'd just want to make it a new escape. Even as she heard Abel yell at her through the door, she just continued to lay there. She cared but she didn't. She couldn't let him in. Couldn't let him near. She was scared of what she might do to him.

"Dani Harper, get your ass off of the floor and let me in. So I can bandaged that up! Im seriously going to kick down the door if you don't let me in five minutes!" Abel shouted over her music and knew that he needed to get into her room. "Seriously, I don't really want to replace a door, but I will if you just continue to lay there! Also, I don't want to explain the blood that would be stained on the floor!" He placed the kit in his left hand as he gotten in position and looked at his left wrist. "Five..four..This is your last chance!"

His words had her huffing and she got up, ignoring the way she felt the blood change direction towards her palm. Swallowing she stared at the door, trying to convince herself to do it, to open the door, to let him in. As he started to count down she turned the lock, and opened the door, simultaneously turning on her heel and going back to her spot in the middle of the room, sinking back to the floor. Clenching her fist she grimaced at the feeling of blood on her hand. It was worse than she'd thought. There wasn't a lot of blood on the floor, most of it still on her arm, but there was enough to warrant needing cleaning up.

Abel raised one of his legs up as he kept an eye on the door and looked up when he saw Dani. He turned off his headphones, placed them on a box as he headed into her room, being careful not to step in the blood and turned off the music. "I'll get that cleaned up after I clean you up." He replied softly as he ignored the pain in his hand before he started to pull out what he needed and started to clean her arm up once he put on gloves. "Im sorry for saying that and then leaving you. Something clicked and I knew that I needed to get away from you, but I hit my hand against my car. So that's karma kicking my ass for you." He whispered as he grabbed another wipe and looked at her. "Why did you bite your hand? I mean, I would get it if you bit my hand, but why yours?"

Dani didn't even really respond as Abel turned off the music or started talking, all too fascinated by the blood on her arm. the bite mark in her arm. She'd never actually broken skin that badly before. It was weird. "I don't know... I was frustrated and I didn't really have anything to scream into and I don't know the sound proofing in this place so like my arm just seemed like the best way to muffle that but... I bit harder than normal. Cause I do it a lot when I don't want people to hear me scream..." She couldn't look at him, even as he cleaned up her arm, instead focusing her eyes on her own arm, what he was doing. "I'm sorry."

Abel listened to her, glanced up at her and looked back at the bite. "You could always scream into my chest next time, okay? Or even into my arm. Anything besides biting at your own skin." He said softly as he raised an eyebrow as she spoke and looked at her. "No need to apologize, D." He grabbed a bandage and placed it over it. "It doesnt look too deep for stitches, but if it worse. I advise for us to go to minor care and see what they can give you, since you're recovering." He took off the gloves before he put on new gloves to clean up the blood. "Also, I hear going outside and screaming might be a good idea. However, not around here, obviously or they might call the police."

Dani sighed as he spoke. "Felt like I deserved it, I guess. Always do. It's easier, attacking my own body. I control how bad I get hurt. I don't hurt someone else." She shrugged a bit as he said she didn't need to apologize. Maybe she didn't, but she felt like she did. "Yeah, I guess." Dani hated the idea of going to minor care, or really anywhere, where the reasoning behind her actions would be questioned. Yes, she was getting help. Yes, she was recovering from multiple addictions. Yes, she was a domestic abuse survivor. No, this would not save her from being admitted to the psych ward. That was the last thing she wanted, to be locked away like that. "That's why I didn't just scream, cause God forbid the neighbors heard. That's the last thing we need right after moving in."

Abel paused his movements and let out a breath. "Dani, you don't deserve any of this shit thats happening. I know me saying it wont change your mind, but honestly. You dont deserve heartache or anything like this. Especially attacking yourself, when you're punishing yourself.  Its not right. Im gonna see about installing a kickboxing bag down in the basement. I know it wont solve all of our problems, but it will be a step." He looked at her, swallowed hard before he started to clean the blood. "Im sure they would probably think we were watching some show and get pissed because let's be honest. We've done that before. Besides, it wouldnt be anything surprising since we're living in New York and people screamed at each other before."

Dani pulled her knees to her chest, resting her head on her good arm. "Attacking myself is better than hurting you. I hate hurting other people, but especially the people I love." She sighed. "I normally don't break skin anyway, but now I'm scared. Scared I'll do it on purpose. Cause I've felt the pain and the relief and the feeling without feeling..."Dani closed her eyes for a moment then breathed out. "I need to get back into derby so bad. Get back to being physical like that. The extra energy is causing problems. Problems we don't need."

"I can take it. I dont look like it, but I can take it." Abel said with a shrug and looked back at the spot as she talked, hoping it wouldnt leave a stain. "Then make sure to talk about it in therapy." He paused as he looked back at her before he slowly nodded. "We've got 99 problems but a bitch aint one." Abel hoped it would make her smile but he knew better than that. "Sorry, I thought it was appropriate since we're in New York and Jay-Z is from NY. Yeah, you definitely need to get back into Roller Derby because honestly, you need it and we need it as a family. Like I need to get back into working out and doing shit that makes me focus my energy into something." He paused as he bit his inner cheek. "I wonder if Saph can give me a number of a celebrity trainer who is willing to come here and help me get back into the gym. I honestly need to get a manager so that way Saph doesnt need my shit on top of everyone else's." He looked at Dani. "So, will I be expecting you in my bed? Or you?" He asked when he heard Batman near the door. "Also, if you want, we can change his last name again before I leave town. If I leave town." He sighed.(edited)

Dani groaned, shaking her head. "So could the bitch, but that doesn't mean I want to take it out on you. I didn't even want to take it out on her and she fucking deserved it most of the time." It was true. Dani hated the way her and Angela would fight, even if Angela started it. It was something Dani hated doing and it made her feel sick, more than the thought of relapsing with self harm tended to. She tilted her head at him. "Yeah and I'm sure they can, though if Saph is the kind of person I've been told they are, your shit isn't an issue." Dani could remember the things Puck and Quinn had told her and it seemed reasonable that Saph was the kind of person who took on the weight of the world for everyone. She furrowed her brows and stood up, walking so she was in front of him before making it so she was on eye level with him. "We will figure the dark knight name situation AFTER you get back from picking our girl up. None of this if you leave town bullshit."

Abel relaxed a bit before he started to attack the stain again. "I know and to be fair, she still deserves it." He pointed out once the stain was gone and took off his gloves. "Saph is and I know, but they need a break from everything." He watched her get to eye level with him. "Will you be here when we get back? Because I need you to promise me that you will go to all of your appointments while Im gone."

Dani sighed. "Maybe, but the less I have to think about her, the better. She's my past and as painful as that is, as hard as it will be to get over, I will. Given enough time." Dani nodded a bit as he talked about Saph. "I can almost guarantee they've had quite the break while in Lima." She smiled at him gently and held out her pinky to him. "I, Danielle Maria Harper, promise you that not only will I be here when you get back, still clean and sober and harm free, but that this house will be perfect for our family when you do. That I will go to my appointments, even if it means having Hunter force me." Her face was serious and sincere as she spoke, looking him directly in the eyes.

Abel listened to her and gave her a smile. "I know, you can do it. Remember, baby steps." He nodded. He raised an eyebrow. "Wait, they're in Lima? Damn. Oh, OooOh. Damn." He saw her gentle smile as he held out his pinkie as well. "I, Abel Cyrus Hayward, promise to be clean and sober while Im traveling with our kid and I will also find an AA and a therapist while in Lima. When I get back, I will go to a meeting & a session. Good." He said as he wrapped his pinkie around hers and shook it as he met her eyes.

Dani nodded a bit as he spoke. "Yeah, Puck is one lucky fucker." Dani laughed a bit and then her face fell serious as she listened to him. Nodding her head, she curled her pinkie around his the rest of the way. "We've got this."

Abel looked at Dani and chewed on his inner cheek. "Lets hope so." He said, hoping that it would be true.

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WHATS UP Y’ALL ITS YA BITCH NICKI AGAIN N IM SO EXCITED TO INTRODUCE YOU TO MY SOFT LIL FIGHTER BABY EMERSON WHO I LOVE V MUCH AND I HOPE YALL WILL TOO. LIKE THIS N ILL COME TO U FOR PLOTS (for both her n mack if we havent already!!)

ABOUT EMERSON 

TW VIOLENCE AND FIGHTING

EMERSON BLACKWOOD. 20. ENGLISH LIT MAJOR. PISCES. WEREWOLF. COULD PROBABLY SNAP UR SPINE LIKE A TOOTHPICK BUT REALLY JUST WANTS TO CUDDLE.

ok so while most, if not all, the students at hexlore were raised supernatural, em wasn't 

emerson was actually born human and had a perfectly normal childhood up until around the age of 15 

for reasons she doesn't readily talk about, she was hexed by a very powerful witch with the lycanthropy curse 

her parents and siblings obviously didnt believe her, so when she transformed one night unexpectedly, they ended up thinking she was a wild wolf who had gotten into the house and killed her. they attacked her and she was left within an inch of her life before she could escape

she would have died that night if it weren't for pure luck that a travelling pack was passing through the wooded area where she had ended up collapsing. they stayed there with her for the night and healed her up, taking her in and initiating her into their pack. with nothing left to lose and a spirit as broken as hers, she accepted it and left with them. 

not only did she join a big pack, she joined a freaking strong one, and as the newest recruit she was the runt of the group. she felt more like a burden than an actual pack member, so she began to train in order to earn her place 

though they were a wandering pack, they'd stop in cities long enough for her and the other minors in the pack to be able to finish a solid school year, and in each new city, em would become a permanent fixture at their local gym. every day, she was there, working on getting stronger and more powerful and being able to prove herself. too swole to control bro

 all the bullshit she had gone through ignited something within her, something equal parts destructive and encouraging. her pain transformed itself into pure, unfiltered rage, which has become the staple of emerson's personality 

first off— she is (thankfully) the OPPOSITE of mack's dumb ass lmaooo

she’s really reserved and not very outgoing (just a lil shy..... wow how cute). she’s this tol cute bean with this long curly hair and these big blue eyes so she’s not exactly unapproachable but she’s also buff as FUQ and has this mysterious, enigmatic energy to her and tbh that makes her lowkey scary to approach

esp also considering that she’s almost ALWAYS got a black eye or bloodied knuckles or bruises scattering her body, she kinda looks terrifying and like she might try to snap ur arm in half

she’s honestly a super sweet soft soul, she genuinely is just bubbling with kindness and good intentions but she tries to keep her distance from the world bc oh dear 

emerson has a fucking TEMPER

and it’s not the “i’ll snap and be petty” it’s a “i won’t react until you keep pushing my buttons and then i’ll fucking snap and smash a table in half, punch a hole in the wall, and say a LOT of things i’ll regret”

she recognizes how dangerous and harmful this pent up aggression and rage is so she genuinely tries to keep it under check by withdrawing from a lot of over-stimulating situations and environments

she’s that bitch™ who’s always like “i...... i should go....” 

you would expect her to be this angry cynical bitch but honestly?? she keeps the anger beneath the surface tbh she’s really sweet and gentle. she’s also like.... a hopeless romantic and believes in being kind to the world and she’s SUCH A GOOD ARTIST but her main passion is honestly fighting so that’s why she hasn’t dropped it entirely despite how dangerous it is

she’s really scared that one of these days, her feelings are just gonna shut down and she’ll lose her humanity and get consumed my her own darkness and just become this awful angry monster of a person, which is why she tries SO DAMN HARD to be kind and gentle and good

(lowkey she’s gonna turn it off eventually for a hot minute bc i def want to play dark!emerson at some point HKJFHKHF)

also.... she’s loyal to a fucking FAULT nd would prob take a bullet for her loved ones. its altruism at its finest with this one. she’s also pretty softspoken but definitely stands up for what’s right, she won’t hesitate to literally snap ur fucking femur if you’re fucking with someone you shouldn’t be

on that note— she’s STRONG. like almost excessively strong, partially bc of her training 24/7, also partially bc her anger fuels her additional strength. but like.... she has the potential to honestly be an alpha if she really pushed herself

if i had to compare her to some characters from modern media..... stefan salvatore, the iron giant, scott mccall??

tldr: basically a big dreamy beefcake with anger issues who could probably snap u in half if u fuck with her loved ones. also has a sad past but is tryna turn her shit around without hurting anyone in the process which makes her reserved n secretive oh nooo

WANTED CONNECTIONS

crushes: one sided, mutual, lowkey, highkey infatuation, pls just give em the ability to be cute and sweet but also sometimes a bumbling fool

i want a plot where em admires someone from afar and is just like.... soft n always leaves them flowers or draws them in her little sketchbook

besties: emerson literally goes along w everything thus making her a valuable member to any and all squads. she’s also versatile, she can go from being that art nerd friend to that jock/fighter friend to that mom friend to that innocent friend to that leader friend. literally give my puppy of a person some buds pls

fighting plots: people who help her train, people who want her to stop, a love interest who bandages her up every time after a bad fight, anything pls

guardian: someone em looks out for fiercely and protectively or someone who looks out for her too n checks up on her when she has her bad moments

exes: she’s demisexual & demiromantic so she only starts to fall for people that she’s gotten to know or at least knows about. i really want an ex (or a few??) that were super cute and sweet when they dated but then em just kinda ended things out of nowhere? maybe she ghosted them, broke up over text, literally so out of nowhere and ur muse doesnt know why??? but it’s actually because em was too scared she’d end up hurting them so she ended things as a preemptive move to protect everyone

coworkers/customers: she works on campus somewhere bc she needs that cash money (im thinkin library) so i’d love a few plots of either people who work with her or people she sees constantly bc theyre always coming in??

“but nicki,” u may be asking, “where’s the fwb plots??” 

SURPRISE BITCH EMERSON’S A    V I R G I N

considering that mack is a heathen who prob has enough sex for the both of them i wanted to make emerson way more inexperienced since this bitch doesn’t like to get too attached to ppl

which means new potential wanted connection: her first time

[cityofnumbersix]

Electric Moment Chapter 2

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From as early as he could place it, everything within Katsuki's eyeline had been fire and brimstone. From the earliest hours of the morning, as the sun drowned the edges of his bed through the broad window along his bedroom wall, to the deepest hours of the night when he lay in his bed, eyelids slowly falling, his belly whirled with heat, his fingertips prickling with the onset of an explosion from within that never seemed to manifest with anything else but emotions and words. Everything he said dripped with petrol, turpentine and nitroglycerin, and exploded upon contact with the air, and it never seemed to have a halt point. That's the way it had always been, but right now, with his lips hanging open ever so slightly, eyes stuck on a single figure of a delicate girl layered in leather and black, his mouth had nothing.

"So, what'a'ya say?" He heard her speak again, and this time his brain was actually moving, so much so that he could practically feel it's movements as it turned and twisted in order to process the information.

She'd just said Electric Moment.

Katsuki knew who they were. Anyone who listened to music with any sort of consistency in Japan right now knew their name. They were an up and coming punk rock band with a post-rock sound and unique twist that not even the biggest of music buffs had quite yet been able to pinpoint. They were going to be big, huge even, yet still held an indie following underground due to their roots and masked identities. People spoke about them in forums, on the trains, standing by a vending machine in a business suit with a cigarette in hand. So what the hell did this group of delinquents have to do with them, surely they weren't Electric Moment? This had to be a con job.

"Electric Moment? The band? You have to be fucking shitting me." He scoffed out, chucking his empty beer bottle towards Izuku, who caught it with fumbling hands and placed in gentle into the bin beside him.

"I shit you not, sir. Electric Moment's hiatus period is drawing to a close, and we're kind of down a guitarist, for, unfortunate reasons and I want you to take the spot." The girl in front of him explained, staring up at him with eyes vaguely intense enough that it made her seem taller than she actually was.

"And you're trying to tell me...you guys..." he muttered, motioning to the group before him, eyes running over each figure with careful eyes, "Are Electric Moment?"

"What? Does it really seem that crazy?!" Denki suddenly piped in, pressing his fists closes to his sides, glaring in Katsuki's direction.

Denki had never been the sort of person to take on an insult well, and it seemed this guy was full of them. Now, any smart person would take this as a sign that future conflict may arise, that a guy with a terrible attitude, not matter his talent, wasn't the type of person that you wanted working in a group towards a common goal, especially one as starkly important as this one. Yet, for some unknown reason, something inside Kyoka felt still, calm in a way she hadn't been for months. When she looked at the fire burning in Katsuki Bakugou's irises, she knew he was the piece she had been searching for, even before N's departure.

"Yeah that's what I'm implying Bleach Brain." Katsuki shot back, "I didn't think signed bands still spent their time in dodgy bars looking for talent these days."

Kyoka let out a quiet laugh, straight from the pit of her belly, eyes pressing together in momentary delight. She didnt exactly blame the guy after all. When they were on stage, when their faces were hidden from the crowds, Electric Moment felt so far from who they were in the free air of their daily lives.

On stage, Denki was D, and angelic drummer with stark white hair and a studded medical mask, but in his everyday life he was an IT student that worked part time at the local Sofmap where he spent his time flirting with any living being to make their way past his counter.

Under heavy lights Eijirou was K, an energetic bassist with messy indigo locks and a red bandana masking his face from those around. In reality, he was an unemployed Sports Health student that enjoyed the gym and Sunday morning entertainment.

The there was Hanta, otherwise known as S, who took the backstage due to stage-fright, but played like he was born to hold an instrument. His hair silver, shinning under the high beams like stars, dull duct tape wrapped loosely around his facial features. Walking the streets however, he was a bubbling ball of hilarity that spent his days studying to be a nurse and driving his friend's insane with offhanded jokes that they hardly ever understood.

And Kyoka, when Kyoka was on stage, she was J. With bandages wrapped around her face, long auburn hair adorned in lace and studs. J's voice would project across the crowd, and drag people in from all around the room. She sung from deep within her chest, and the music would flow through her blood like venom, piercing her heart, forcing it to beat out of time, faster and faster until she feared she may lose herself. On stage, J was everything, but once she stepped off, she was Kyoka again. Kyoka wasn't really sure who she was when she wasn't singing. Everyone told her so many different things. She was a cafe worker, a music student, best friend, sister, daughter, queer, punk? But she didnt really know who she was other than that. Not that it really mattered. As long as she had Electric Moment. As long as she could sing. Thats all she really needed to be.

She couldn't blame Bakugou for not believing that the same people that dominated the stage, that made music that somehow reached people in ways they never could have dreamed, were the very same people she had spent her time with in the halls of her high school, making jokes and neglecting study. She wouldn't believe it herself if she didnt already know.

She chuckled her laughs to a stop, looking up at Katsuki from under her fringe, which only made the boy synch his eyebrows together. Maybe this girl really did have a screw loose, maybe they all did.

"Yeah, well, I roll old school, plus a little birdy may have pointed me in your direction" Kyoka explained, flipping her head to look directly at Mina, who only grinned back with glee, shooting the punk girl a wink.

"Well, they definitely aren't lying..." Mina began, turning to her roommate, arms reached back behind her back, as she tipped herself forward on her feet excitedly, "Katsichi my darling, meet my best friends from high school back home."

Katsuki only blinked, watching Mina as she swung around like some sort of deranged child. Not that it was usual for her to act in that fashion. He had grown use to her erratic and overbearing behaviour quite early on in their forced "friendship". In all honest, he was convinced she probably wasn't even human.

She rolled her head to the side, scrunching her eyes up once more, before speaking again,

"And" she continued, moving to wrap her arms around the taller boys slim, yet muscular shoulders, "Who also happen to be the members of Electric Moment."

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"I can't believe he said yes!" Mina exclaimed, her fingers reaching deep into the mouth of a mug, wiping it clean of suds and water as she spoke.

"Well...he didn't exactly say yes per say. If i remember correctly it was more like 'yeah, sure, whatever, just give the details to E.T. and get the fuck out of my face'" Kyoka quoted, rolling her eyes as she watched her erratic friend from her place at the cappuccino machine, wiping around the edges of the bench to clear away an excess of stray milk left from their earlier morning rush.

"He still agreed, which is kind of something for him, he's usually more defiant."

Kyoka hummed lacklustre in response, her focus turning towards the front door of the cafe at the familiar sound of the entry bell rung through.

"GOOD MORNING LADIES!" a harsh bellow followed, as three male figures made their way inside. Kyoka heard Mina laugh from at her side, causing her to turn her attention to their new patrons. Denki, Eijiro and Hanta, the later being the one to have announced their arrival, the others looking less than impressed with his boisterous tone, palms pressed flat to their ears.

Both Denki and Eijiro looked utterly horrible. They were dressed far sloppier than they normally would when going out in public and the bags under Denki's eyes spoke wonders about how they were probably feeling. On the contrary, Hanta looked immaculate, he always had been better at holding his alcohol.

"Morning boys, seems you all had a good night then?" Kyoka teased, moving to pick up a jar of pre-sorted coffee beans.

Denki grunted, pressing his fingers through his frazzled hair. The butterscotch coloured sweater he adorned, far too large as it reached just past his knees, sheltering his shorts and hiding them from view. At least Kyoka prayed that he was wearing shorts. He was usually the one that took a hangover the hardest. Kyoka had been able to tell earlier in the morning as she woke for work, the boy's pants and jacket scattered across the floor of their small apartment, the bathroom door pulled shut as the pain sounds of unwilled vomiting left not much to the imagination.

"Best night of our lives so far." Ejirou replied, walking towards the counter, sunglasses sitting high upon his face to shield himself from the unwanted light surrounding him, that probably only proved to make his head feel worse.

"Oh, yeah, maybe it was for you lover boy..." Hanta cut in, smirking in the direction of his red-haired friend. This drew Eijiro's attention, but not to the boy in question. Instead he turned himself to face Mina, the sections of his fringe that couldn't quite reach to fit along with the rest of his hair in the band upon his head, swaying along with his movements.

"Speaking of which you traitorous wrench!" He hissed toward Mina, slamming his fist down upon the counter in a faux anger, "How dare you keep this from me! We are suppose to be connected in a sacred vow that prevents shit like this!"

"What ever are you talking about Eiji my darling? I would never keep anything from you..." Mina wisped, holding her palm over her chest where her heart was presumed to hide beneath the protection of her rib cage and pale blue blouse.

"How dare you hide your sexy roommate from me! You're gonna tell me someone like that was living within the same walls as you for over two years and you failed to mention it once!"

"Actually...I do believe we did have this conversation at one point..." Mina corrected, moving to lean forward across the counter, her face so close to Eijiro's that she could presumably feel the warmth of his breath against her own.

"And you said, and I quote, 'eh', and I'm telling you for a fact that the person you introduced us to last night was far from it!" He growled, glaring into Mina's golden eyes, "I practically creamed myself just looking at him..."

"First of all, fucking gross." Mina muttered, scrunching her face up in disgust, "Second of all, in my opinion, Katsuki Bakugou is more than worthy of an 'eh'"

"You have to be kidding me!" Eijiro cried, pulling himself back from the counter, waving his arms towards his other three friends, who stood to his left, Denki cradling a freshly brewed black coffee within his palms, "Back me up!"

"Well..." Hanta began, moving his arm to scratch softly at the back of his neck.

"I think he's a lot more an 'eh' that for sure." Denki stated, filling his friend's chest with a broad sense of pride, before the feeling was dashed completely by the blond's next words, "He's a fuckin' ass. I wouldn't have my dick anywhere near that jerk."

Eijiro was stung. Out of everyone, he was sure that Denki would be the one to back him up. Just like him, he'd been completely battered down by the other boys performance. Drawn in to the way he played, his presence.

"I mean, he was hella hot...'til he opened his mouth..." Denki added, before leaning back to take a sip of his slightly cooled beverage.

"Bro..." Eijiro whined out in dismay, turning his sight towards Kyoka in a pleading gaze.

"Don't bring me into this." She stated quickly, backing away from the coffee machine, cloth in hand, "I'm way too gay for this conversation."

"None of you would understand..." Eijiro gushed, laying himself upon the counter dramatically, "Clearly none of you have the same eye for perfection that I do. Like...the moment he walked on stage, it was like lust at first sight."

"His eyes were like fire, and that wild hair and every time he moved his quads pulled at his jeans...and...fuck...I'd let his crush me to death with those thighs..." His eyes were closed now, far more focused on attempting to recall finer details through the opaque fog of tequila and beer. Eijiro hummed, sinking his teeth down into the skin of his index finger's knuckle.

"Stop. Being. Gross. In. My. Workplace." Kyoka cried, pulling Eijiro from his daydream with a series of hard strikes to his arms and face with her dirtied cloth. Eijiro jumped up immediately, whipping his glasses from his face to scowl in his small friend's direction.

"She's right Kirishima-san, this is a public cafe after all." A familiar voice suddenly chimed in, causing the group to turn towards the back of the cafe, where stood the door to the back entrance -and the manager's office.

There stood Fumikage Tokoyami, the young, yet reliable son the owner, and also the full time manager of the cafe. His dark hair was pulled back in a neat bun, white-collared shirt tucked gently into his pants, covered again by a smart black vest. Not much different to how the goth boy would dress normally, but with far less clutter. In the workplace Tokoyami was a very professional worker, though it sometimes took a lot of patience to remain that way, especially with his bountiful harvest of overzealous staff and their friends.

"Sorry Toko..." Eijiro mumbled quietly, reaching to take hold of a tall glass of ice-chocolate that Mina had probably made for him, while blatantly ignoring her best friend's unnecessary mental breakdown.

The cafe in which Kyoka and Mina worked was a quant establishment only a short work from Todai-Mae Station in Nishikata. It had it's busy periods, and its quiet ones too. Both girls enjoyed working there almost as much as their friend's enjoyed visiting. It was decent money for a part time job and they even had a few regulars that could get Kyoka talking a little more than she normally would to the people that came through. Instead she mostly chose to man the machine, mixing drinks, cleaning. Small talk and customer service were more something that Mina was best at, and here she excelled.

"Just make sure to keep you behaviour civil, in case of other patrons." Tokoyami hummed, before stepping back towards the door, mountains of paperwork awaiting him in his office.

"Fumi-chan is such a novel gentleman, why couldn't you fall for someone more like him Eji?" Mina questioned, tilting her head towards Eijiro, batting her eyelashes towards him.

"Because my bro likes them hard and angry, like a boiled egg." Denki stated, winking in the pairs direction, causing Kyoka to tilt her head in confusion. The statement made no sense, but Denki hardly ever did. She slapped him with her cloth.

"C'mon Mi, I know you can help me out. Least give me his Line details or something...or even his phone number..." Eijiro begged, walking back towards the counter once he knew for sure that Tokoyami wouldn't be coming back out for a while, at least if they kept the noise down, "C'mon..." he whispered, reading to take her hand in his, squeezing it between his own.

"Mm, I might have them...or I might not...seems like those are some pretty personal details you asking me to give out. He might get angry with me." Her eyes glimmered with mirth, her tone teasing as she spoke.

"Snapchat? Does he have Snapchat? I'll even take that! He's apart of our band now! It's important that we are able to keep in touch...for emergencies."

"I have his number." Kyoka added.

"So do I." Hanta chimed in.

"Wait...you're telling me that the two of you are allowed to have his number, but I'm not?!" Eijiro was disheartened. They really didn't trust him that much? What did they think he was going to do? Scare the guy off?

"Look..." Mina spoke gently, reaching to place her fingers beneath Eijiro's chin, "You're my baby, and I can't keep things from you, especially when you're making that face. I can get his Snapchat for you..."

"On one condition."

--

If there was one place that Katsuki could feel calm, without the feeling of guitar strings beneath his fingers, it was in class. Sitting in a lecture hall, his glasses sitting neatly upon the bridge of his nose, as he took perfectly organised notes on subjects that interested him greatly, was his solace. If his world was fire and explosions, then his classes were the ice bath that chilled his flaming skin.

But not when his phone was buzzing off end, the small object inching ever so often towards the edge of his desk, his eyebrow twitching in time with it's rhythm. Normally he would ignore it, let it go off until his class was over and he had time to actually read the onslaught of generally irritating bullshit that floated across his LED touch screen, but it was a study period, and the sound wouldn't stop.

(Snapchat) Shitty Deku 11:24 New Snap

(Snapchat) Shitty Deku 11:32 New Snap

(Snapchat) Frogface 11:51 New Snap

(Line) SHITTYDEKUFUCK 11:53 Hey Kacchan! I'm so sorry to ask, but can you bring some eggs home after class? I would, but Ochako has me on house arrest! Thank you!

(ラブライブ ！) NEW UPDATE!

(LINE) Angel Face 12:19 Hey

(LINE) Angel Face 12:19 Hey Kacchan

(LINE) Angel Face 12:20 Hey Kats you should reply to me

(LINE) Angel Face 12:20 I know you're busy, but its an emergency

(LINE) Angel Face 12:23 Okay if you dont reply now I'm doing what I want

(LINE) Angel Face 12:28 Mina says she needs your snapchat. Reply now and I wont give it to her

(LINE) Angel Face 12:32 Three

(LINE) Angel Face 12:33 Two

(LINE) Angel Face 12:34 One

(LINE) Angel Face 12:35 Ur funeral my dude

(Snapchat) Friend Request 1:06 You have a new friend request from Red Riot!

Katsuki's could feel his finger's begin to pull together, but he hardly realised that the force of his fist was breaking his pencil until the the staggered wood and broken lead were digging into his skin.

Fucking Ochako.

--

Over the years Kyoka had grown use to seeing Mina in a state of pure bless, but right now, as she walked across the cafe, observing her pink haired friend sit comfortably upon a cushioned armchair, before placing a warm hug of hot chocolate before her, she was sure she'd never seen the girl this happy.

"Pretty pleased with yourself, huh?" She questioned, poking her tongue out the side of her lips, before turning her attention towards what Mina had also been gazing at for the last half an hour, which was Eijiro Kirishima, walking around the spans of the cafe, apron wrapped around his waist as he served customer's through the afternoon rush, "I can't believe he agreed to work the rest of your shift for his damn snapchat handle."

Mina shrugged playfully, reaching to take a spoon a mini marshmallow from the rim of her mug, placing it neatly upon her tongue, "I would have given it to him anyway, it's just more fun this way.

"Y'know, its actually kind of good at this..." Kyoka observed, her eyes following Eijiro as he flitted around the room, placing the order's down carefully, greeting people with a bright smile and charm that only Eijiro could pull off. He was a natural with people, it's part of the reason she knew he was made to be a personal trainer. He could get anyone to perform any act and make it seem like the best experience in existence.

"Holy shit...you're right..." Mina mumbled, her eyes flicking with a gentle mischief, before she bounded from her chair with a sturdy intent, bolting toward's the back door.

"Hey Fumichi! I have a life changing suggestion for you!"

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NOTES

Hey Tumblr! So I’ve been working this system on Ao3 as well, so I thought I would drag it on here as well, which will allow me to also think things which will be helpful I hope, so anyways, for people who are unfamiliar any Japanese places/stores/products/etc that are mentioned! Im going to be making sure to add that here at the end of each chapter as well as links to anything mentioned that might be important to the story such as songs, just for reference:

In the last chapter I mentioned that Kacchan, Deku and Ochako are childhood friends from Hakone. Hakone is actually are small township about a thirty minute bullet train ride from Tokyo. If you're interested in seeing what it looks like you should look it up, because it's going to be a little be relevant down the line ;)

Shinjuku, Roppongi and Nishikata are districts in Tokyo. Shinjuku and Roppongi themselves are actually pretty popular when it comes to night life and drinking. 

Sake is a Japanese rice wine, but that ones pretty well known, so I dunno if that even needs to be here.

Also I mentioned that Denki works a part time job at Sofmap, which is an electronics store branch in Japan. They're also really great for cheap video games and gaming accessories. That's where most of my stuff comes from! Click here to check out their online store if you're interest.

Also SMS isn't really a thing in Japan, but with the invention of smart phone, most people use the LINE app for messaging and even phone calls, so thats why that is mentioned.

Also the notification that Kacchan gets in Katakana actually says Love Live ! Which is the title of the Love Live! Game app. (Yeah, he went there. May also play it myself lmao.)