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todays falklers; first image is inspired off of this! also just them cuddling sweetly (+ tiny bonus under the cut) 💖
an uncolored version of the image above! woaw! i originally didnt plan on coloring it because i was lazy but! i ended up doing it anyways cuz im crazy like the joker
#signalis#signalis falke#signalis adler#I ALMOST FORGOT TO POST THESE BUT I PULLED THROUGH YAY#i rlly like how both of these cane out!!!! theyre really cute i think :D#ignore how low quality the art of war book is i drew it from memory </3#also sorry yeah more pink art . i love that color too much ahhh!!!!!#i swear ill use a different color next time djdjfjsjdkgjsksfkfkd#myth.art
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maybe, baby!
you feel sick and your boyfriend automatically assumes you’ve got a bun in the oven because he has a debilitating case of baby fever
pairing: satoru gojo x fem!reader
cw: mention of morning sickness and throw up (very light), Gojo (yes he is a content warning)
established relationship; fluff drabble
wc: 645
Satoru’s been pretty preoccupied the last few months, you’ve noticed.
First it was when he was lingering in the toy aisle of the store.
When you had pointed it out and teased him about it, called him a man child and all, he had scoffed with an equally playful smirk and fired back some jest.
But then you noticed it again when he dragged you to the baby clothing store while you two were shopping at the mall.
“Look, y/n!” He had beckoned you, hands pinching the socks of a pink bear onesie. His lips were wobbling in an exaggerated pout, his eyes watering as he turned to face you looking like he was about to ugly cry. Not that ‘ugly’ was really within his jurisdiction; he was the most ethereal ugly crier to the point it was almost irritating. But you couldn’t be irritated with him at the moment. Not with how adorable he looked so wistfully teary eyed right now.
“Look how little the feet aaaaarre!” He’d whine, thrusting his face into the crook of his elbow as a couple of sobs took him.
Needless to say you had to drag him out of the shop. But it was more like you guiding him out; patting him on the back and soothing him as he cried about how cute the tiny baby mittens were.
And one night you had come home to him sitting at the kitchen table with all the lights off, the only illumination the pale light of his screen on his face as he intermittently clicked the keyboard or scrolled. His eyes were laser-focused and unblinking as you peered over him to see what he was looking at,
It was an array of tabs; some of them overfilled carts on online catalogs of baby supplies and formula, others articles on symptoms of pregnancy, afterbirth, and postpartum depression…and Reddit..?
“r/pregnancy, how to comfort my wife when she hates my guts at 17 weeks pregnant” !?!??
Yeah. He admitted to mayhaps, perchance, having just a liiiiitttle baby fever. He did his best to not be too overbearing about it. But this is also Satoru Gojo we’re talking about.
One night while the two of you were simply cuddling in bed, arguing over if Levi Ackerman or Erwin Smith was better, you suddenly felt an odd wave of nausea. You’ve felt off all day…maybe you ate something bad and it gave you a stomachache?
No, you were going to throw up. Right now.
Satoru noticed the odd expression that had settled on your features, but before he could react you were already clambering out of bed and booking it toward the bathroom. He was there in a matter of seconds by your side as you hurled your guts into the toilet bowl, rubbing your shoulder and hushing you with gentle words and praise. But when you blearily looked over to him…he had the hugest grin on his face. You have no words.
’Fuck is bro smiling about!??
He didn’t acknowledge your dumbfounded expression, only beamed up and pumped his fists in the air.
“Yaaay! I’m so excited to be a dad!!!” He cheered.
He read on some online forum that morning sickness was a symptom of pregnancy and that it could happen practically any time in the day despite the name. This had to be it, right??
You sat there completely bewildered as he continued cheering ”Yay!!! yay, yaaaay!!!” Probably the happiest any man has ever been to witness his girlfriend hunched over a toilet bowl and spewing her guts.
You were still in shock as Satoru began rustling through your bathroom cabinet, pulling out— a box of pregnancy tests!? When did he even buy those—
“Here, sweets,” He’d usher it gently towards you with that goofy exuberant smile still plastered on his face.
“You should take one right now!”
a/n: I did say I was gonna post it awhile ago and completely forgot about it 😭! So here it is, Ü
i need gojo to disappear from existence— fr, he’s a disease i hate him sm
everyone have a great day!!
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#jjk writing#choso kamo#nanami kento#jjk fic#jjk fluff#satoru gojo headcanons#satoru gojo x reader#gojou satoru x reader#satoru gojo fluff#gojo fluff#satoru gojo x y/n#gojo x you#satoru gojo x you#gojo x y/n#gojo x reader#satoru gojo#gojo saturo#gojo x f!reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#gojo drabbles#☁️🤍☁️
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𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘺
𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 - bangchan x blckfemreader
𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 - pure fluff , cuddling , kissing
𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 - you just got off of work and super clingy boyfriend missed you dearly.
𝘼/𝙣 - my first post on here- yay🌱 it’s a little short but it’s super cute. Sorry for any typos and I hope you enjoy :) !!
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When you stepped into your home, you weren’t expecting your boyfriend to come charging at you like a stray bullet.
He practically slammed into you, hard enough to make you fall. Good thing he had wrapped his arms so tightly around you , it prevented you from doing so.
“You’re finally home.” Chan said, resting his chin on the crown of your head. “I’m missed you so much..”
You couldn’t help but chuckle into his chest, mumbling a few words. Chan pulled back, raising his eyebrows. “What was that? Couldn’t hear you.”
“Of course you couldn’t, you almost suffocated me!” you pushed him playfully, brushing past him and going deeper into the house. Chan followed close behind, like a baby duck following its mother.
Although, He was more of giant dog if anything.
But being tailed by him wasn’t nothing new. Even in the early beginnings of your 5year relationship, he was always on the back of your heels. You remember in your high-school days, he went as far as to keep your schedule as his Lock Screen. so it’s not really a surprise that he’s the same way in your own home.
“But really, what did you say?” He asked as you both walked into the bedroom.
You looked over you shoulder, smiling softly as you meet his eyes. His head was tilted in a curious manner, fluffy bed hair falling to the side. That look just made you want to tease him as much as possible.
You walked over to your walk in closet, waving him off. “It was nothing.”
Chris let out a groan, sitting on the bed “y/n, you know I hate when you do that.”
“Do what?” You questioned, trying to sound as innocent as possible but the laugh you were so desperately holding back made it hard to pull it off.
“You know what. Just tell me what you said!!” he whined.
“ I forgot.” You shrugged
two arms wrapped around you from the behind, startling you and preventing you from looking through your pjs.
Chris rested his head on your shoulder. “So you didn’t say it back?”
the genuine disappointment in his voice tugged at your heart. You let out a small sigh before turning around to look up at him.
A pout sat on his face and you couldn’t help but place a small kiss on his lips. Chris was a little shocked, but was quick to pucker his lips for another one.
You laughed and leaned in again. This one lasted a bit longer.
When you pulled back, Chans ears were bright red.
“T-that still didn’t answer my question.”
“I missed you too, Chan.”
A smile spread across your boyfriends face like wildfire. Before you knew it, you were being picked up and taken to the bed.
“Wait, I still have my outside clothes on-“
Chris cut you off with his lips. His hands gently caressed your sides in a soothing manner. you could feel yourself melting into him. It’s moments like these that make you realize how deeply in love he is with you. The way he appreciates and cares for every aspect of your body and mind. it was more than you could ever wish for.
You placed a hand on his chest and softly broke the kiss.
“I really should shower..”
Chris smiled wickedly, “okay, let’s shower.”
“Let’s?” You raised an eyebrow.
“ yeah, we can save water”
You rolled your eyes before pushing him off you. “I’ll pay the bill”
He grabbed you, pulling you into his chest and wrapping his legs around you. You squealed, struggling within his hold.
“Let me go.” You demanded but he shook his head.
“Lets just stay like this for awhile..please?” He begged, looking down at you with puppy eyes.
you snorted, “dude, what is going on with you? Do you love me that much?”
Chris smiled, hands slipping its way under your shirt just so he can feel his skin against yours. “of course. I want to be by your side at every second of the day.”
“You’re so clingy.” You pecked his nose.
“How could I not be?” He frowned, “ever since you started working at that new company, I barely see you. They’re over working you and ion like it.”
“Baby, I gotta work.”
“No you don’t. I can take care of you.”
you cupped his cheek, running your thumb over his bottom lip. “I know you’re fully capable of taking care of us. But I’m way too independent to let you do that.”
Chris hummed knowingly, but you know he’s still dissatisfied he is with your answer.
“Could you at least take the day of tomorrow?”
You chuckled, “fine.. but only if you let me go shower.”
“Deal.”
#kpop#kpop imagines#kpop fanfic#stray kids#stray kids x reader#bangchanxreader#black reader#stray kids x y/n#stray kids imagines
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spooning | will poulter x reader
𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
summary: a cutesy little drabble about spooning with will
wc: 497
a/n: forgot to post this yesterday as part of his birthday stuff...anyways enjoy this lol
Ever since you'd started dating Will, the two of you had been cuddling all the time. It was your favorite pastime—lying together, limbs entangled, nothing sexual about it; just soaking in each other's presence as you whispered sweet nothings to each other. It was your favorite place to be: in Will's arms, or holding him in yours. Hands running through hair, kisses pressed to skin, sleepy selfies taken. With Will, you were home.
It wasn't uncommon to find the two of you spooning by the end of a cuddle session. You almost always fell asleep with Will pressed into the curves of your back, arms wrapped around you like you were his little teddy bear that he had to keep warm and safe. With his 6’3” frame, he made you feel tiny, but it was a good tiny. A safe tiny. And you loved being the little spoon, being wrapped up safe in his arms, warmth flooding you like a blanket. But sometimes, you wondered what it would be like to be the big spoon.
You got the chance to find out when Will was sick in bed and incredibly out of it, mumbling incoherently about how much he loved you and wanted cuddles and how his tummy hurt. As much as you wished you could take away the pain, you couldn't help but admit that he was adorable like this, asking you for cuddles and kisses. After you washed his face with a cool washcloth, you pulled on your pajamas and started to climb in bed with him, ready to lay his head on your chest when he cut you off with a quiet request.
“Can you—can you spoon me?” You froze, unsure if you'd heard him right. He wanted you to spoon him? “Sorry,” he mumbled when you didn't respond immediately. “Ya don't hafta…” You stopped his apologizing by quickly scrambling around his body, settling him into the curves of your torso as you slid your legs in between and around his. Your arms found their way around his body, one circling his firm chest and the other under his head. Your lips brushed his neck as you reassured him,
“Yeah, I can spoon you, baby. I've always wanted to be the big spoon.”
“Really?” the sick man coughed sleepily.
“Really,” you giggled, pressing a few kisses into his messy hair. Squeezing him tightly, you inhaled his calming scent, burying your face in his back.
“You're like my jetpack,” Will sighed dreamily, causing another chuckle to force its way out of you.
“Your jetpack?”
“Yeah. We can go to the moon.” It was such a matter of fact statement that you couldn't bring yourself to correct him.
“Okay, baby, tomorrow we'll go to the moon,” you smiled against his neck, kissing it once more as you felt his body relax into sleep.
“Yay…” he trailed off as he slipped into unconsciousness. You grinned once more before slipping into sleep yourself. Gosh, you loved this man.
the end
#will poulter#will poulter fic#will poulter fluff#will poulter headcanon#will poulter sfw#will poulter drabble#fanfiction#one shot#fluff#sickfic
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~ He Came In The Night ~ SIRIUS BLACK X YOU (?)
Trigger warnings: MINORS DNI, Sirius Black Sass, Fingerfucking, Heavy touching, Both of them orgasm, #yay he found the clit, HOGWARTS IS A UNIVERSITY IN THIS FIC OOPS I FORGOT TO ADD
This is part of a fic I stopped writing a while back. I'm posting this to see if anyone would have any interest in me picking it back up again. It's eventually Sirius x Remus x James Potter's Sister/you if you want?
I awoke to several pounding knocks against my door. When they didn’t stop, I rolled out of bed and walked blindly to the door, grasping around for the handle. “James? What is it?” I asked, cracking the door open very slightly, so the light that was always on in the hallway wouldn’t blind me even further. The face staring back at me wasn’t James.
No, it was the stupidly, maddeningly, devilishly handsome Sirius Black, grinning down at me as he leaned against the doorway. Without even looking away from his face, I became achingly aware that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and soon I felt a light blush spreading across my cheeks.
He clicked his tongue. “You’re no better than a man, are you? I can practically hear your thoughts from where I’m standing.”
“Hmm, and what am I saying in my head? If it’s anything other than ‘it’s too early to be awake, and if you ever do this again I’ll kill you,’ then you’d be wrong.” I went to shut the door in his face but he quickly stopped me, his hand shooting out and grasping my wrist through the gap in the doorway.
“Don’t you want to hear what I was going to say? What if it was an emergency?” He asked, a fake tone of hurt in his voice.
“I’m going back to bed,” I said grumpily, turning on my heel and walking back into my room, not caring if he stayed or left.
“Perfect! I was just about to ask you if I could come too,” he said, strutting into my room right after me and shutting the door behind himself.
“What? Are you crazy? You’re surrounded by three people who would kill you if they ever saw us together,” I said, stalking forward and placing one hand on his chest and trying to push him towards the door, except he didn’t budge.
He grinned lazily. “Aw, come on. Your parents would never kill me. They love me more than you! And I’m just choosing not to think about James right now.”
I glowered at him for a few seconds before letting my hand drop to my side. I let out a small breath. “Fine. Just for tonight.”
“If you say so,” he said cheekily, grabbing my hand and dragging me over to my bed and waiting for me to lie down before he followed. “Touching? No touching?”
“Minimal touching. As little as you can,” I said. “I don’t want Remus smelling us on each other tomorrow. He always looks so bothered by it, even if he says he’s not.”
“You know why,” Sirius said, letting one of his broad hands slip under my sleep shirt and caress the soft skin of my stomach. He posed it like a statement, but it hung in the air like a question.
“Yes, I know why. I’ve let him know that I have no problem with him. . . the way he is, and that you don’t have an issue with it either, but he’s very stubborn.” I said, gasping softly as Sirius’s hands brushed over my chest before pinching each of my nipples until they were brushing against my shirt, almost uncomfortably. I arched my back into his clothed cock, and shuddered at the warmth of it pressing into my ass.
“It’s a shame we can’t fuck,” Sirius whispered, his voice filled with lust. “I’ve wanted you all summer.”
“Have you?” I said, raising an eyebrow he couldn’t see. Last year at Hogwarts, the most we’d been was friends-that-would-fuck-on-occasion. I had wanted him too, but I wasn’t willing to admit that. I turned around to face him, wrapping one leg around his torso. “I suppose I can allow a little reward for all of that waiting, then.”
He laughed softly as one of his hands snaked down in between our bodies to pull my shorts to the side and rubbed my slick pussy, pinching and teasing my clit until I had to bury my face into the side of his neck to hide my suppressed moans. “I suppose I’ll allow you acting like you’re the dominant one here, when you’re clearly not.”
“Who says?” I said breathily, as he stroked my lower stomach sensually while his other hand pumped two of his fingers in and out of my slit rather roughly.
“Me, of course. Come.” He said, grinning sharply as he curled his fingers suddenly, using his thumb to press down on my clit as an unexpected and rather strong orgasm rushed over me. It was no sooner than I had come down from my high when he was positioning his cock at my cunt, the small amount of fluids pearling along his tip mixing with my fresh orgasm as he slid inside me with one, smooth thrust.
He must’ve anticipated the moan I would make, because he quickly bent down to cover my sounds with a deep, searching kiss that could’ve gone on for ages if he let it. With one hand in the curve of my waist, and the other holding my thighs spread open, he thrust into me at his own desired pace, occasionally breaking the long, sweet kisses to lick and suck around my breasts. “I missed you, Aurora.”
“Missed me? Or missed fucking me?” I asked, my toes curling as he bit the side of my breast.
“Silly question. I missed both you and fucking you,” he said, brushing a piece of hair from my face as his thrusts got faster and deeper, which meant he was about to cum. “Which is why I’ll be taking full advantage of sixth years having their own rooms this year. I can– and will, do anything I want to you without the risk of someone walking in. With your consent, of course.”
“Like what?” I asked, looking up at him curiously, as he bit back a loud moan. “What will you do to me?”
“I’ll tell you this. . . I did some shopping over the summer– with you in mind.” He said raspily, finally releasing to whatever image he had in his head and filling me up with his cum.
I said nothing to this, but not because I was scared. I was curiouser than ever at what he had in store for me. After a few more orgasms on both of our parts, given and received, we cleaned up as best we could without turning on the showers and waking everyone up, and then went to bed.
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#siriusblack#siriusblacksmut#siriusblackfanfic#siriusblackfanfiction#harry potter fandom#harrypotterfic#remuslupin#sirius x reader#sirius black x reader
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AHHH I love your Wattpad FICS they bring so much joy 💖💖
Idk if your still doing request or not but can I request jay x male reader where the readers comforting jay after he got hurt during a battle ( reader is also a ninja please)
And I'll probs ask one for kai later if you don't mind
Have a lovely day/night
AHH THAT'S SO NICE TO HEAR!!!! I PUT ALL THE FLUFF IN MY HEART TO THIS!!! I think I succeeded. :3 It's a little short, but I believe quality > quantity, so this is it for now. I'm also very sorry I posted this so late, I have no good explanation, my dumb brain just forgot tumblr existed or something! I'm so sorry!
WARNING! Needles, I know people who can't handle needles so I'll put a warning about it here!
Jay x male reader oneshot!
Takes place in some of the newer seasons.
Comfort
"...It hurts... Am I going to die...?" Jay let out weakly as he laid his head on (y/n)'s lap.
"No you aren't, silly." (y/n) answered with a calm voice and a comforting smile as he brushed through Jay's hair with his fingers.
"...Am I going to-"
"Jay, ask the same question ONE MORE TIME, and I'm leaving." Kai scoffed as Jay glared at him with tears in his eyes.
"But it hurts!!!" Shouted at Kai before recoiling in pain. (y/n) placed a hand on Jay's cheek comfortingly before trying to soothe the blue ninja with a small "There, there..." Kai rolled his eyes before continuing to sanitize the stab wound on Jay's stomach. Three hours ago, the team were actually worried if Jay would die or not, but thankfully the lightning ninja was tougher than the spear that had pierced through his body a few hours ago.
"It'll only hurt for a bit." (y/n) said as Kai pulled out a needle and thread, ready to stitch Jay's wound closed. Upon noticing the small and sharp object, Jay tensed up and looked up at (y/n).
"Why is Kai helping me?! By the time he stitches this wound up I'll have ten more on me!" Jay raised his voice as Kai glared at him.
"I can still hear you. Ugh, I don't know why i'm here either." Kai said before gently pushing the needle through Jay's skin. Jay gripped your hand tight as you squeezed his hand back just as tightly. Jay looked like he was about to die any second now, tears of pain gathering in the corners of his eyes, so (y/n) couldn't help but feel really bad for him.
"...I'm done." Kai finally said as Jay let out the biggest sigh in existence.
"Thank you, Kai. I didn't trust my own skills enough to treat to a wound this big, I'm glad you did it for me." (y/n) thanked Kai in Jay's stead. Kai rubbed his neck bashfully and nodded before hurrying to leave. He had to get back to the deck to talk about the teams next move, but Jay had to rest under the deck due to his wound, and he had forced (y/n) to stay with him. There was a long silence as (y/n) pet Jay's hair, and the blue ninja laid perfectly still and accepted the treatment.
"...I love you." Jay suddenly said as (y/n) chuckled a bit.
"I love you too." He said back as Jay smiled hopefully.
"Can you make me something to eat?" Jay asked as (y/n) chuckled again, before pinching Jay's cheek.
"Ahaha, don't get ahead of yourself. I'm only babying you because you got hurt. And you are in no condition to sit up, much less eat anything."
"You're so cold!" Jay sniffled as (y/n) sighed and continued brushing through his hair.
"I thought you loved me?" (y/n) questioned Jay.
"I do, but you know what I mean!" Jay said and tried to stretch his body, but it only ended up sending a shot of pain through him, and he dug his nails into his arms to relieve the pain. (y/n) quickly swatted the hand away.
"...I'll cook you something tomorrow, how about that?" (y/n) offered after a small silence. Jay's eyes lit up, but he didn't move.
"Really?! Yay!" Jay celebrated before continuing.
"Can you bake a cake?" He asked as (y/n) chuckled.
"Cole can bake a better cake than I." They both knew what level Cole's cooking was on, so Jay gave up the idea almost instantly. He frowned and sunk his head into (y/n)'s lap.
"Come on now, don't sulk." (y/n) said, but got no answer from Jay. (y/n) rolled his eyes before speaking once again.
"How about egg rolls? With any fillings you'd like." Jay turned his head just a little so he was looking into (y/n)'s eyes, before burying himself back in his boyfriend's lap with a:
"Yes, please."
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Quick book update! I am nearly through the third draft, only one more POV character to go through... the easiest one...then I have a few light revisions and I am basically ready to send to my beta readers. The only problem is that I am still NOT happy with how one of my female POV characters is coming across. She's a teensy bit purple and lyrical, but it's coming off more purple than I'd like and she just sounds whiny and disjointed. So I need to buy a bunch of highlighters, print the entire manuscript and pull her parts so I can look at them all at once and track all the threads in her storyline. Ugh I am SO ready to get this off to the next stage and my editor friend has definitely shown interest in beta reading for me! If she thinks it's good enough I may see if my sister's friend has time for a few pointers. He's a professional writer, but I've only met him twice so I'm super nervous about asking...i need to put on my big girl panties 😂 Oh and I almost forgot! I've managed to somehow shave nearly 3000 words off!! Yay!!
I plan to post more Sims content within the next week, we just got back from vacation so I've been super busy!
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Here's a lil story
So I may or may have not forgot to link Oh, Where Have You Been Brother? in the last post. I'm sure that made it easy to find! So anyways I edited the post so it does link to the ao3 story and I linked it here! Yay! Also decided to sketch Leo with Bunny ears and just fuck around a lil bit. I don't use water color seriously enough XD
Also I made a lil story for Easter (I know late but hey it came to me in a dream). It's also something that comes before OWHYBB takes place. I know I do it for a lot of my other stories so how about a lil bit more?
C/W: Bloody, child and animal abuse, animal death, almost selfdie, and very sad.
Glass everywhere. On the ground, stuck in flesh, cutting through fabric, glistening with blood. Leo cried out in pain as his mistake was very immediately punished. The howling and crying of the animals didn't make this any better. Why didn't he just go home after work?
The teen snapped back to attention when hearing the crunching of glass behind him. He didn't bother to look back as he scrambled to his feet. "That looked like it hurt. You should really not be jumping through windows just to escape." A voice void of emotion hummed. The slider glanced back before feeling the metal bo staff crash into his side. He felt his body hit cages hard enough to break them open and creatures running to escape the crossfire. "You always have to run. Why can't you just come quietly?" The heavy boots were getting closer. "Well, at least you're lucky I can fix you."
Leo could barely focus on the figure crouching down in front of him. But that's okay, he just needs to know where it is. The figure yelped as Leo used one of the cages to smash into where he hoped their face was. His legs began to move as he raced to the back of the store, smashing the office door open. A screech later and a desk was pushed against the door. Banging of his opponent potent as they tried to get inside. The slider looked around panicking before spotting the window.
The giant smashed through the door with the technician right behind. "Fuck! Where is he?" "The window! I'll go through and you run to the other side." The giant ran back out where they came while the technician jumped through the open window, metal claws helping them along. The office was left quiet as papers were finally able to settle after the gusts of air caused by the commotion. After a beat of silence, Leo would finally come out of his hiding space and gasp for air. He let out a whimper as the pain was starting to set in through the adrenaline. At least now he had a chance to get home.
Leo limped through the sewers, the smell of blood causing him to cover his nose. Although the bile on his hoodie was enough to remind him that nothing will ever help. Worst of all he was alone. Pops wouldn't be home for a while and April was at summer camp. So it was up to him to fix himself. He could do it, this was fine. He watched them do it plenty of times. Although he wasn't sure if that thought was a good one.
Leo found his way to the bathroom of the lair and stripped, hissing in pain as the glass sticking out of his flesh was pulled on. He dropped to his ass and leaned against the small tub, just needing to breathe. He was home, he was safe. His eyes traveled down to his wounds and watched as blood dripped to the ground, the smell coming back to him as his empty stomach was starting to twist. He gagged and it quickly led to vomiting nothing. Leo sobbed as he couldn't stop his body from convulsing, he sobbed as he couldn't control himself, he sobbed as he couldn't stop hating himself. Maybe it would be okay if he just succumbed. His dad would be sad, but at least it wouldn't- a squeal broke his thoughts.
Leo's eyes traveled to his tossed clothes and the shivering lump barely visible. The teen pulled himself onto his knees before crawling over and carefully moving his bloody and torn clothes. A small bunny lay on the ground with a piece of glass stuck in its leg. How did it get there? Leo's mind started to buzz with questions before a whimper would break his thoughts. He should help it.
Blue got the med kit and got started on helping the bunny. He removed the glass, stitched up the wound, and wrapped it. The small thing didn't even struggle, seeming too weak to try. Leo went to grab some food, only really having bread to give the small thing. That would be okay for now. While he waited for the bunny to wake up he started on his own wounds, following the same steps as he did the bunny until he was also wrapped up in bandages. The bathroom smelled of blood, and Leo was finding himself wanting to vomit so he quickly moved himself and the bunny to his room.
He wrapped himself up in blankets and chewed on one of the slices of bread left, his eyes never leaving the small breathing lump curled up on his pillow. Time wasn't concerning anymore. Leo's mind was blank, his body tired, and his wounds ached. Yet, he was calm. Even if his mind allowed him to have thoughts, what would there be to worry about?
A week had passed? Yes, a week had passed and Leo was laying on the floor with his new little friend sniffing the food he'd managed to find. Leo smiled while watching the bunny nibble on the hay seeming comfortable with the turtle watching. A giggle left Leo's lips when watching the bunny scratch behind its ear before moving on to a strawberry. It scratched its ear again and Leo decided he'd help the little thing. He gently rubbed the itchy spot and giggled again as the rabbit leaned into the scritches with a purr.
Suddenly the tapping of claws would catch Blue's attention and looked back to see a tall figure standing in his doorway. "Dad!" The little turtle chirped before hopping up and hugging the cloaked rat. "My son, what are you doing?" The rat hummed softly as he allowed the affection. The slider pulled away before quickly going back to his fluffy friend. "I'm feeding my friend! He's so cute! Maybe a she? I don't know but I love them!" The rabbit had stopped eating at this point and was staring right at his father, nose twitching before thumping the ground. Leo couldn't help but giggle again at the action. He sat on his knees and the bunny quickly hopped to him, thumping the ground again as it stared back at Splinter.
"So you went up to the surface? Against my wishes?" Leo flinched before picking up his little friend. "Uh, it was to get food. I uh was hungry and didn't want my friend to be hungry." "Where is April? She is your friend." Leo looked up as he held the bunny close. "Summer camp. And this is my new friend! They keep me company while April isn't here." There was a long silence as Leo watched his dad stare, the bunny in his arms thumping again. The stare wasn't for him, and Leo tightened his hold on his friend a little more.
The rat would stride over before leaning down and plucking the furry creature from Leo's arms by the ears. The creature squealed and Leo squeaked, wanting to reach out but his body knew better than to touch. "You're hurting them! Please! Dad!" "Leo, you don't need little things like these to keep you company." The rat used its other paw to wrap around the bunny's neck before a crack. The teen felt everything freeze at that moment. His little friend dropped to the ground carelessly. "Now look, you've killed it." Leo just stared into nothing as the flies started to swarm in his ears. "I thought-" "It's okay my sweet boy. I know you're not the best at thinking. I'm sure it forgives you, hopefully." Leo nodded in silent agreement. That's right, Leo wasn't very good at thinking. He'd be lucky if his little friend forgave him.
The rat rested its paw on the slider's head as it spoke from above the surface, "Don't forget to clean up your mess." And Leo was left alone with the flies. Tears dripped from his face, but he wasn't the one wailing in pain. That's okay, he'd let them cry for him. He would clean up the mess and everything would be okay. No matter how many flies ate at his body.
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Whumptober 2024 Day 17
Summary:
Digger thinks about his wife, and he thinks about the words that echo in his head. Prompt: "We had a good run,"
Notes:
I ALMOST FORGOT TO POST THIS- Anyway, happy birthday to the person who asked me to whump this guy! :D Hope this is to your liking. >^-^< Also, I changed the lore a bit to be more meaningful for this particular story, I know about the hand thing, I wanted it here. The name used for Digger’s wife, “Brewer“ is TECHNICALLY official, as Mark Cheverton gave a certain fan (not me) permission to write an official backstory and they chose that name. :) Yay!! Content Warnings: Death of a romantic partner Words: 1,001
(Fic also under the cut.)
“Well, we had a good run,”
It was a phrase that just kept repeating in his life, laughing when he smiled, smiling when he laughed, and smirking deep and red when he frowned. When he and his beloved Brewer had first spoken, back when they were but youngins in a battle torn village, it had been quick to leave her lips.
They had been on a trip with some other children in the village, and though they hadn’t known each other well before that day, the two of them had been grouped together because of how well they worked side by side. (Even though he knew his way around with a shovel, and she knew hers with a brewing stand.) Unsurprisingly, because of her lack of focus on the digging project, the two of them had gotten themselves stuck at the bottom of the hole they had just dug. They lacked the tools to cut themselves out and the height to climb it. Somehow, they had lost the blocks needed to staircase up the side, leaving them stuck.
As soon as he had realized this, she- Digger’s partner in the exercise that had gotten him there -had laughed her bell like laugh, patted him on the shoulder, and told him those words for the first time. (Even now, a rugged worker stained with dirt and coal dust, Digger remembered how deeply he had blushed.)
It had continued on from there, becoming a bit of a running joke between the two of them. His pickaxe snapping into pieces sixtyfour blocks into a cave? That was a good run. His shovel breaking on the first block of sand he tried to dig it into? That was a good run too.
Usually when he had heard those words, back in those days, they had come with a laugh. (Bell like, just as the call of the one in the center of the village, beckoning him home with her.) And, even though he had always been a serious man, he had found back then that he couldn’t help but break into a little smirk of his own.
She had that effect on him, even so early in their friendship.
The first time he’d kissed her (his hands were still bound into his smock, as holding a pickaxe or a shovel felt dangerous), she had been surprised. And then she hadn’t and she’d kissed back with a little laugh and a smile.
She’d pulled an apple out of her inventory (for some reason it was the first thing she’d thought off) just to run her fingers through his scruffy, dirt caked hair, and she’d smiled. She’d pulled back, quickly thought better of it, and leaned in again just to whisper those fated words once more.
Oh those six words, they just drew him in again, and again and again. Drew them together, make them laugh, and them cry.
Made him cry.
But that had not been that time, there was so much more to reminisce on. So much more that had been his, and could not be anymore. He still had to think, to remember.
Once, they had snuck away during a village meeting. The fields had been clear of monsters, and they had known it would be safe. Even better, it had turned out more than safe, it had been wonderful.
By the time that Crafter and the others were finally figuring out that they should probably start looking for the two villagers, it was already quite far into the night. Digger had asked the Iron Golems for some poppies earlier in the day, and he had spent much of the night using them (and the free hands they brought) as an excuse to touch her face.
He had run the red petals down her cheek and she had giggled and blushed. When he too had felt his face redden, she had smiled all soft and reached out to pluck the flower from his grasp.
His hands had gone back into his sleeves when she had done that, but she had reached out to grab for them anyway. (No, grab was the wrong word. To hold them, sharing the flower between their fingers.)
They’d kissed more than once before the others had found them, hidden away in the empty brewing room as they were.
Her mother had gasped and pulled Brewer away, already scolding her for her lack of interest in the town meeting as she did. Digger had felt his own mother do the same to him, but as the two were yanked away and into the crowd for the meeting, he had caught her eyes once more. She had smiled all big and pretty, and he’d blushed even redder than he had while they kissed when she had mouthed those words to him.
“Well, we had a good run,”
They hadn’t been the end either, there had been so much more, so much more. When Topper and Filler had first figured out how to destroy the blocks in the house (the smart kids had figured it out on the very same day they realized holding something would release their hands) there had been that moment. When he had twirled Brewer alone at midnight, the dirt of his hands staining hers as the scents of potions drifted off of her, there had been that moment. When he had gone to fight, there had been that moment. Again and again. The same, but never really the same.
And when he had returned, the door broken down and the Users’ footprints were still in the town, there had been no smiles, but there had been that moment even then. That moment of realizing that something was over, that their chance was gone.
She could not reach for him, could not scream, but he had heard the words all the same. He felt it when the bell in his life had been broken. They’d had a good run, and they would never have another. It was over.
#whumptober2024#no.17#''We had a good run''#writing#fanfic#gk999#romantic angst#angst#death#digger gk999#brewer gk999
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PLANES OVER CARS | MIDORIYA IZUKU
pairings: Ceo!Midoriya x g/n!reader
summary: Just as you arrive home, you’re shocked to find your boyfriend—usually already there to greet you—coming in through the front door as he stands almost unrecognizable.
from the writer: this one made me think long and hard because I had to stop and remember to breathe while writing this, I love izuku just having this whole secret life that he feels like it’s not even worth mentioning lol anyways I also just got hired for my first job so ig this is like a small self celebration. yay :D
genre: fluff, slight crack, in relation to this post and this post
wc: 1k
notes & warnings: reader travels on an airplane, izuku calls reader “bub” lovingly, established relationship
“izuku! I'm home.” dropping your keys in the designated bowl on the shoe cabinet, you listen quietly for the call of your boyfriend to welcome you home, but surprisingly, it never comes.
or maybe it shouldn’t have shocked you at this point, seeing as you knew today was going to be different when you woke up and izuku wasn’t there to greet you, instead, leaving a cold empty space where he should have been like he was the past few weeks.
your parents always warned you to not let any strangers into your home, especially if they’re taking advantage of your resources but izuku’s charm never failed to blind you of that fact, so of course, you never questioned whether or not he actually had a home to go back to.
you toe your shoes off and place them to the side, eyebrows knitted as you’re still a bit hesitant to venture further into your apartment. what if izuku really was a bad guy? without telling much about himself, he had managed to weave himself into your life with no questions from either party, but as you think about it now, it could have been on purpose.
curse his cute, boyish charm.
just as you’ve reached the living room, you notice two things. izuku’s bag that has suddenly gone missing—surely something that you had overseen that morning as you rushed to get to work—and the jingle of your front door’s lock that twists with ease, letting a tall figure into your home.
“yes, no—I thought I told you to recalculate the averages. oh, okay, we’ll settle this later then.” izuku can only focus on ending his call at that moment, disregarding your figure that stands in the middle of the living room dumbfounded as he kicks his shoes off. trailing down his figure, you admire the dip in his waist that his suit accentuates with ease, bringing the navy blue blazer and slacks together with a black tie smoothed over his white button-down.
a sigh brings you from your thoughts, as well as a drop of a bag—the bag that you had only noticed its missing presence seconds before—before izuku’s green eyes meet yours, and the both of you lock in a standstill. you watch as izuku processes the scene, opening his mouth where no words are able to come out for a moment until he finally comes to his senses.
“oh, you’re home early. welcome home.” you can easily notice the shift in his voice, how much softer it is compared to the one he used when speaking over the phone before, and you quietly admit to yourself that you can’t deny the warm feeling in your chest at the action. “thanks. uhm, how was your day?”
izuku walks over to bring you into a hug, sinking into your arms as if he hasn’t done so in years with a quiet sigh. “kinda tiring. I didn’t think I had to go into the office today until my assistant called me about an important meeting, totally forgot.” izuku pulls away with a breathy chuckle, locking eyes with you before pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
“how about you? did something happen?” you shake your head, mind still preoccupied with how fitted his suit is and the way his normally messy curls seem to fall in just the right places. “you look very handsome, izuku.” your whisper reaches his ears and sends a shock down his spine, red blooming from ear to ear as he tries his best to restrain his smile from turning into a grin.
“thanks, bub,” he places another kiss on the top of your head. “you wanna go out and eat? I just remembered this really good yakisoba place.” still a bit caught up in your head, you nod and let him put your shoes on for you, watching as he tugs you out of the apartment with that boyish smile of his.
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“so... is the yakisoba place on a different island?” your voice sounds a bit different to you when you hear it in your head, probably because you’re currently sitting in the cockpit of an airplane being driven by your boyfriend who doesn’t even have a driver’s license. “oh, yeah. don’t worry, we’ll be landing in about twenty minutes.”
you nod, eyes surveying the empty sky as it starts to darken, and soon, you’re landing yourselves a seat in said yakisoba restaurant that izuku had recalled earlier that day. “mm. i’m gonna get number two, what about you?” izuku looks up, green eyes sparkling in anticipation for your answer.
“probably number five.” you adjust the menu that lays flat on the table in front of you, slightly out of nerves and it isn’t until after the waiter has gotten your order that the question seems to burst from your lips. “so, when did you learn how to fly a plane? doesn’t seem like something that’s easy.”
shooting you a grin, izuku rubs at the back of his neck—a noticeable habit by now. “well, it’s honestly a lot easier than driving a car. i don’t have to worry about looking everywhere I turn—and traffic.” there’s a period of suppressed laughter, half out of politeness and half out of wanting to keep the precious moment between the two of you as the world fades and leaves izuku as your only view (and it’s the only one you’ll ever want).
Extra:
“oh right, while we’re here, we should go pick up your shoes.”
“my shoes?”
izuku takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers before bringing you close to his side. “the ones you ordered a month ago. I figured they were taking too long so we can just get it here from the store.” with that, izuku presses a kiss to the side of your head before leading the way, paying no mind to your widened eyes.
it takes a moment, but soon you’re letting out a soft chuckle, shaking your head in slight disbelief before leaning your head on his shoulder with a smile gracing your lips. “thank you, izuku.”
#tea stained letters 🍵#midoriya x reader#midoriya izuku x reader#midoriya x y/n#izuku midoriya x reader#mha x reader#bnha x reader
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“family holiday” (pt. 1) (chilumi fic)
[SPOILERS FROM 1.1 STORY QUESTS]
Lumine finally arrives in Snezhnaya and takes Childe’s offer of visiting his home (mansion).
(some domestic fluff uwu)
lots of ppl have been asking for more and i love that! tysm for the encouragement and support <3 sorry this took so long to upload, i am trying very hard for all you lovelies ;__;
also this is being split into two parts bc it is a bit longer than my other fics...but i swear im writing part 2 as fast as i can!! i just wanted to post this now so i wouldn’t keep you lovelies waiting <3
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“family holiday” (pt 1)
“Lumineeeeee!” Teucer shouted as she walked through the door of Childe’s home. He tackled her into a hug.
“Well hello to you too, Teucer,” Lumine greeted back. Just as energetic as I remembered…
“Hey! Paimon’s here too!” Paimon crossed her arms.
Teucer broke his hug and waved energetically at Paimon. “Hi, Lumine’s toy!”
Paimon’s jaw dropped, ready to go on a rant, but Teucer already turned his attention away.
“Big brother!” he cheered, tackling Childe into a hug as well.
“Teucer!” Childe said enthusiastically, picking him up and slinging the little boy over his shoulder before swinging him around. Teucer erupted into gleeful giggles.
“Big brother? Is that you?” a soft voice called. Coming down the grand stairs was a little girl who looked exactly like Childe and Teucer, her long brown hair tied in a half-up crown braid, her large blue eyes like innocent doe eyes. She looked about eight. Behind her, another sibling came trudging down the stairs, scowling, his hair appearing more ginger than the rest of the family; his face had a splattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks, more prominent than Teucer’s. He was a bit older, around 11.
Childe set Teucer down, and smiled. “Tonia,” he greeted her, gentler. He got down on one knee, and Tonia ran down the steps—her white dress flowing behind her—and jumped into his open arms.
“It’s been too long!” she said, her voice muffled by Childe’s shoulder.
He laughed. “It certainly has, princess.” He looked to the last sibling still standing by the stairs. “Come on, Anthon. Come here.”
Anthon let out an exasperate huff, but still made his way to his older brother, and joined Tonia in their embrace. “We don’t have to make such a big deal out of this,” he grumbled, though his arms tightening around his brother betrayed his attitude.
“Looks like we’ve been sidelined,” Paimon muttered.
Lumine tilted her head. “It’s kind of nice to see though…”
Anthon’s eyes flickered to her. “Who are you?”
Tonia broke from the hug, ducking under Childe’s arms to look at Lumine, while still gripping tightly to his jacket.
Teucer bounced over to the traveler, and placed his hands proudly on his hips. “Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Lumine!”
Tonia gasped and skipped over to her, her eyes bright. “Lumine?! Like from the letters?” Teucer nodded enthusiastically.
Childe stood and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yup, the one and only. This is her first time in Snezhnaya, so everyone be on your best behavior.” He gave Anthon a look, to which Anthon crossed his arms.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Tonia and Anthon,” Lumine said. “Your brothers have told me a lot about you two.”
Tonia smiled shyly and peered at Lumine’s face. “Woooow,” she whispered in wonderment. “You really are just as pretty as he said!”
Lumine felt a shock to her system. Childe told them I was pretty?
Childe let out a nervous laugh, quickly scooping Tonia off the ground and ruffling her hair. “Very funny, Tonia! Why don’t we decide on dinner plans, hmm?”
Paimon, after grumbling in the corner about being ignored, perked straight up. “Food?”
“Let’s celebrate brother and Lumine coming home! We should go to the bestest restaurant in the city!” Teucer suggested.
“You don’t want to eat brother’s cooking?” Tonia asked, a bit of sadness tinged in her voice.
“I think that’s a great idea, Teucer,” Childe said. He patted Tonia’s head. “How about we eat dinner at the restaurant, then we can come home and I’ll make you your favorite cake?”
“Yay!” Tonia cheered, jumping from Childe’s arms, and joining Teucer in celebration.
“Anthon? What would you like to do?” Childe asked.
He shrugged. “Whatever sounds good to me.”
“Then it’s settled! Let’s all go get ready then, okay?” Childe said. The children all ran up the stairs, and soon the foyer was quiet once more. The Harbinger let out a heavy sigh.
“Whew! They’re a handful!” Paimon said.
Lumine nodded. “How do they even survive while you’re away?”
Childe chuckled. “Year round I have a dedicated staff of servants and maids to look after them and the house.” (Mansion, Lumine thought.) “I gave them the weekend off while I’m back.”
“You can handle all three of them?” Lumine asked.
“Oh? You don’t think I’m capable?”
“I just can’t imagine you as a child raising type,” she said, recalling their various battles together. How bloodthirsty he could get.
“The battlefield is different,” he said, as if reading her thoughts. He glanced at the stairs. “I’ve been raising my siblings since we were little.”
No parents? She thought of her and Aether. On their own for as long as she could remember, having to explore and learn alone. Except she and Aether were twins; she never had to look after a younger sibling—let alone three.
“Ready!” Teucer announced, bouncing down the stairs.
Childe crossed his arms. “Just your hat? Where are your gloves? Coat? Boots?”
Teucer giggled. “Oops! I forgot!” He raced back up the stairs.
“And you?” he asked, turning to Lumine. “You don’t look ready either.”
“I was okay on the journey here,” she answered. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
He shook his head. “It’s almost dark now. Snezhnayan nights are freezing, even more so during this time.”
“Ahh...well...we didn’t really pack...anything…,” Paimon said sheepishly.
“Paimon I expected, but you, Lumine?”
The traveler crossed her arms. “I’ve been a bit busy.”
He scoffed. “Right, right. Well, we can’t have you freezing to death in the street. I’m sure there’s extra coats around here,” he said, heading up the stairs. “Come with me.”
“Oooo, Lumine, they’re probably super expensive and fluffy! Let’s go!” Paimon said, flying after Childe. Lumine rolled her eyes and followed.
The three passed by the children’s rooms, all clothes being thrown around and excited chatter, before coming to a large door at the end of the hall. Childe’s room. He opened the door and they entered.
It was a grand room—octangular in shape with huge windows and a tall ceiling—large, spacious, and empty save for a large bed, standing wardrobe, and side tables. There was a fine film of dusting covering all the surfaces, and the bed looked like it hadn’t been slept in for a long time. The colors were sparse, only grays, whites, blacks, and the occasional red accent.
Childe opened the doors to the wardrobe, revealing an assortment of heavy winter coats. He pulled one out and held it out for Lumine. “I think this coat is a little older—probably the smallest one I have.”
She put it on, the sleeves running a bit long to her fingertips, the feathered hood obscuring her face up to her nose. Childe laughed, and she stuck her tongue out at him after pulling the hood down. Despite it being old, she could still pick up a faint scent of Childe: a smell remnant of ocean waves and sandy beaches. Unexpectedly pleasant...
“If that’s too big, she can have one of my coats!” Tonia said from the doorway.
“That is very nice of you to offer, Tonia,” Childe said. “But I think your coats might be too small.”
“Oh,” she said. “Well, we’re all ready now, brother!”
The family—plus Lumine and Paimon—gathered back in the foyer with everyone bundled in their coats, hats, and gloves. And then they were on the way to the restaurant.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
“Lumine, look!” Teucer said, pointing at a large pond. “There are so many fishes!”
They were waiting to be seated in the restaurant lobby. A large, grandiose building, with marbled floors, vaulted ceilings, and gold furniture. There was a large pond in the middle—a miniature waterfall flowed into it.
Too extravagant, Lumine thought. And I thought Liyue was expensive...
“Do you think we could take some fish home to eat?” Paimon asked, peering into the pond.
Lumine gave her a deadpan expression. “Go ahead. I’ve always wanted to see how Snezhnayans deal out punishment.”
“On second thought, nevermind…”
Tonia pulled on Childe’s jacket. “Can we go to the toy store after this?”
“Toy store! Toy store! Toy store!” Teucer chanted.
“Yes, yes, of course,” Childe said. The two children cheered.
“They’re always so loud,” Anthon grumbled from his seat next to Lumine.
“They’re just excited your brother is back,” Lumine said. “Aren’t you excited also?”
“I guess…” He looked at her. “Why are you here anyways?”
How do I explain that I’m on a quest to find my brother after we were banished from our journeys by an unknown god? “I want to meet all the gods of Teyvat.”
He scoffed. “Yeah, right. That’s impossible.”
“Actually I’ve been quite successful,” she told him. “I’ve already met a few.”
“Really?” His brows were furrowed. “What’re they like?”
Venti: drunk. Zhongli: broke. “They’re...interesting. Very powerful.”
Childe walked over to them. “Is he bothering you?” he asked Lumine.
“She was just telling me she’s met some of the gods of Teyvat. Is that true?” he asked, scrutinizing.
“Very much so. She’s quite strong, so don’t get on her bad side.” He gave Anthon a wink.
“Strong enough to beat you, brother?”
“Of course,” Lumine said, standing up. “I’ve beat your brother before.”
“Paimon can confirm that! We kicked his butt!”
For the first time, Anthon’s eyes seemed to light up. “You did? How?”
Childe chuckled through gritted teeth, disguised as a strained smile. “Now, now, Anthon; you seem like you want me to be beaten.”
Anthon frowned. “No, I didn’t mean that.”
“Sir? Your table is ready,” a waiter said, approaching the family.
As Childe went to wrangle up the younger kids, Lumine stayed behind and tapped on Anthon’s shoulder.
“Hey,” she whispered. “Why do you want to beat your brother so bad?”
Anthon shook his head. “You guys have it wrong. I don’t want to beat my brother…” His pale face flushed a bit red. “I just...I want to be stronger than him. So he doesn’t have to work so hard to protect us…” He stopped and watched his siblings sit around the table in the distance. “He shouldn’t be the only one protecting us. I can see it’s really hard work for just him. I want to be strong enough to protect him, Tonia, and Teucer also.”
Lumine’s heart warmed at Anthon’s love for his family. She missed Aether a little more. “I’ll help you.” She put a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I know what it’s like, wanting to protect a sibling.” She then gave him a teasing smile. “Plus, I’ve already beaten your brother, right?”
“Right!” He had a little smile as well. “And he’s the strongest person I know! Well...I guess that person would be you now, right?”
Tonia came marching up to the two. “Come onnnnn, let’s go eat!” She grabbed both Lumine and Anthon’s hands and dragged them to the table.
Afterwards, the family enjoyed an exquisite meal, and were all stuffed full of expensive foods and cheerful laughter. (The children were amazed at how much both Lumine and Paimon could scarf down.)
The children, very quickly after finishing their meal, practically teleported to the toy store. As the children ran through the store, Lumine and Childe took the moment of rest, silently watching over them. (Paimon had retreated back into her world to recover from the feast.)
“I don’t know how you do it,” Lumine said. “I had a hard enough time with just Teucer in Liyue.”
“It’s not easy,” Childe confessed. He looked at his siblings softly. “But when I see them smiling and happy...despite everything bad in the world? I think it’s all worth it.”
How nice… His love for his family definitely matched her love for Aether. Something we have in common. She found herself enjoying this time with Childe, and his family, more enjoyable than any time she had been adventuring. It was almost like...she was...back home…
Soon enough, everyone was lined up, toys all selected and ready for purchase. Teucer tiredly tugged on Lumine’s coat, then silently held his hands up. At first, Lumine blinked, not understanding.
“Teucer, just ask her to pick you up,” Anthon said.
“That’s okay,” she said, pulling Teucer up off the ground—now understanding—and placing him on her hip. I think this is how you carry a kid? She didn’t have much experience with kids, save for the few she had met while in Teyvat. And those kids are far from normal... She let out a little sigh of relief when Teucer relaxed, laying his head on her shoulder.
“Are you tired too, Tonia?” Childe asked. She shook her head, tightening her grip on his hand, clutching a doll in the other. Teucer was hugging a hilichurl stuffed animal, and Anthon held an action figure of a Lawachurl.
Upon reaching the toy seller, the old woman at the counter smiled at Childe and Lumine. “You two have such beautiful children,” she said.
Lumine almost dropped Teucer. What?!
“Though I have to say, they do take after their father quite a bit,” she remarked. “A shame, seeing as the mother is so beautiful.”
Before Lumine could explain, Childe spoke. “Yes, what a shame indeed—I completely agree,” he said while smiling.
...WHAT?!
[part two]
#genshin impact#genshin lumine#genshin childe#genshin tartaglia#lumine#childe#tartaglia#chilumi#lumichilde#childe x lumine#lumine x childe#fanfic#me
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Act Like a Gryffindor
Fred Weasley x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader
Universe: Harry Potter; The Golden Trio era
Type: really fluff and kinda funny
Summary: the 4 times that Fred Weasley made you blush and the one time that it was the other way around...
Request: YES|no - "Yay!! Could you write something about a super shy easily embarrassed reader who has the biggest crush on Fred? He teases her all the time and the others are like ‘oh leave her alone’ then she says something back and he goes BRIGHT RED. Sorry if that’s too much!!" @bnha-sero-hanta | "Can I request something with Fred Weasley x reader?" @coffee-wihtout-caffeine
Prompt: xxx
Warnings: cursing maybe and flirting
Song: xxx
Words Count: 3.3K
Posted: 30th of June 2020
A/N: this request is just perfect, i'm sorry | it's kinda of a 4+1 and i hope it got as good as i think it is
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"Hey, [y/n]. Ready for the practice?" You heard a known voice coming from behind you and you turned around, seeing George walking to the pitch and also to you.
"Always, George. I'm always ready for quidditch." You said and started to walk beside him, as both of you were going to the same destination anyway. "Do you know where Fred is? I didn't saw him the whole day." You asked and looked at your left, seeing George smirking at you and anyone could know why he was looking like this just after you said something about Fred, what made you roll your eyes at the redhead one.
"Well, I don't know either. Just saw him at the classes that we have together, but he wasn't even having lunch at the Great Hall." He said while you two walked into the pitch, holding your brooms and with a thinking expression.
You signed and looked at him with a face that screams 'aRE YOU FUCKING STUPID?'. "And you don't think that it's weird or get worried?"
George just shook his head and went to his position, so the practice could start. As you all started to train, Fred appeared from nowhere and started to play but looked like anyone noticed that he was missing until he got there late.
The train was really intense and tiring, ok you were almost dying at the end of it. But you noticed that Fred was kinda off the whole hour, well he almost fell off his broom so many times that you stopped counting when it got to 6... All of the players got to the floor and you could see everyone literally sweating and breathing heavily kinda gross but whatever. You were going to the vesting room to take a good bath and smell good again, but you were stopped by a hand holding your wrist.
"Hey, princess." Fred's voice got to your ears before you could even turn around to see him and your cheeks started becoming warmer and redder. As your eyes found his, you could notice all of your friends around you two by your panoramic vision. "Were you worried about me?" The redheaded one asked and while you rolled your eyes and took your wrist out of his hand against what you actually wanted to do, everyone around you let out a few gross noises. They were all tired about Fred making fun of you. "Or you just missed me?"
"Oh, c'mon, Fred!"
"Could you not say anything for once?"
"You never shut up?"
"Let the girl be!"
Your friends said at the same time and you understood just a few of them. But you were too embarrassed to trust on your voice and be sure that you wouldn't stutter - and give him the satisfaction, never - so you just blushed harder and went to the vesting room again.
You just wanted to stab yourself with a big knife by being so shy, you thought about the perfect answer if you had said 'in your dreams, Weasley...' he would stop to joke about your feelings towards him.
"I should act like a Gryffindor..."
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You slowly opened your eyes and blinked a few times, so your vision would get used to all the sunshine that was passing through the big window next to your bed, that was with the curtains open.
As you started to see things and not just black points, you were able to see Hermione looking at you. "Good morning, sleepyhead." She said and you noticed her coming closer to your bed, while your hand scratched your eyes.
"What time is it?" Your voice was deep and raspy, but even if you didn't notice it, for anyone around, looked like you were dying or that you were just drunk.
It's time for breakfast, let's go." Granger answered you and pulled the covers out of your warm body, that got in contact with the cold air from Hogwarts and you felt a little shiver passing through your spine. "What time you went to sleep last night?" She asked you, just by seeing the way that your eyes refused to open and get used to the room natural clarity.
"I don't know..." You groaned while sitting up and looking around, finding an empty dorm with just you and Hermione. Yeah, that was really late already.
"Go change, so we can have breakfast." Hermione said and helped you to get out of your bed by pulling you up with her hands at yours. You grabbed a change of clothes and went to take a fast shower so you two wouldn't miss breakfast - even if you didn't know the exact time...
While you were taking a hot bath and changing into more presentable clothes, Hermione was organizing your side of the dorm, like your bed and your other outfits at your wardrobe. This girl couldn't see a mess that she was already organizing it.
You were so focused on the amazing feeling 'after-bath' that you didn't notice footsteps at the stairs coming closer and closer to your dorm. As you got out of the bathroom, already ready to go to the Great Hall and finally eat anything, your dorm's door opened and Ron's head slowly appeared, probably being afraid that any of you two were changing or naked. When he saw that it was safe to give a proper look around your dorm, the door totally opened and you saw 3 redheads.
"What are taking you guys so much?" Ron asked and looked like just George noticed that you just got out of the bath.
"Was it hard to awake her again?" George looked at Hermione and everyone seemed to forget Ron's question, looking at you. Your eyes were too heavy to be totally open, your hair was a total mess, your shirt upside down... "Wow, it looks like you're dying." He said and everyone giggled, except for you that was too sleepy to understand anything that was happening around you.
But Fred knew that it was the perfect moment to make you flustered. "Want me to carry you to the Great Hall, princess?".
You were too sleepy to laugh, but not even now your knees stopped to become weak with his beautiful smirk, neither did your cheeks stopped to become warmer and redder. Stupid body...
Your brain was so focused to try to act normal and continue sleepy, that you didn't notice George slapping the back his twin's head and whispering something related to 'shut up', or Ron saying "Why you always have to do this with her?", or Hermione going to you while giving Fred a mortal glare and grabbing your shoulders, guiding you out of your dorm.
You were feeling so embarrassed with the way that just his smile could make your knees become jelly, your stomach becomes full with butterflies and your cheeks turn redder then Fred's hair...
"Why I can't act like a Gryffindor?"
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Your books felt too heavy to be held by just one of your arms, but you couldn't stop to read your cards for the DADA's test that would happen at the next day. Even if you felt your arm shake and your shoulder starting to ache, you were desperate to know everything about all those spells.
Your hand was trying to learn the perfect moves so the spell would work totally, and you were so focused that didn't notice someone calling from you. You just saw that somebody was actually talking to you when the red-headed one tokes most of your books out of your arm and you jumped slightly by the first action noticed. As your eyes fell on Fred's face, you felt your body finally relax and gave up to the relieving feeling of the heavy books at somebody else's arms.
"Bloody hell, [y/n]!" The Weasley said at the same moment that he noticed how the books that you were taking were heavy for two arms, imagine for just one...
"Sorry, Freddie." You whispered and he looked at you, paying more attention to what you were going to say. "But I have Transfiguration now, I can't hang out." You finished and started to walk faster, forgetting about the books he was carrying for you. Fred just rolled his eyes with the way that you were so concentrated and focused on learning all those spells that you forgot that you were talking with your last Transfiguration partner.
"Well, we are in the same class." He said and you took your gaze out of the papers and looked at him, as you finally noticed with who you were talking to, your eyes widened a bit and you gave him a tired smile.
"Sorry, again. I'm just nervous about the DADA's test next week..." You said and looked at the floor embarrassed with your actions. But Fred just gave you a reassuring smile and you knew that he understood you - well, he's friends with Hermione Granger -, what made your tense shoulders tranquillize and you two walk side to side to your next class.
As you got to the class, you sat at your respective tables and waited for McGonagall, while the rest of the students was appearing and sitting...
After a while, the professor started to teach a new spell for the class something related to 'Daro' or 'Dure', that you weren't being able to focus at all, you weren't at a moment that you were could learn a new spell with all the other ones from DADA that you had to know for the test. And, of course, McGonagall noticed that you weren't paying attention to her, so you needed the help from someone that you would stop and hear.
"Mr Weasley." She said and both of the twins looked at her with confused faces, because this was a unique time that they didn't do anything. "Could you help Mrs. [y/l/n] with the new spell?" Minerva asked and you turned around to see the twins looking at each other and furrowing their eyebrows. "George one is more helpful."
Fred just rolled his eyes because the statement of the professor and George laughed at his angry expression, coming to sit next to you and noticing all of your books. "DADA's test?" He asked and you nodded, while your mouth opened in a yawn. You didn't even sleep 5 hours last night, you were so worried about all the spells that you couldn't stop studying. "Let me see you trying." George said and you knew that he was talking about this new spell from Transfiguration. Your shook your wand in a way that you thought that was the right way, said the spell and looked at the vase with flowers that McGonagall gave one to all of you. But nothing happened. "Well, the thing is tha-"
"I think [y/n] prefers my help, professor." Fred made everyone look at him, that winked at you. Everyone just groaned at him - even McGonagall ignored him -, they were all sick of all of his flirt comments, just to make you blush, and now wasn't different. Your breath stopped at your throat and with wide eyes and a dry mouth, your cheeks started to become warmer and you knew that you blushing.
Both of your hands went to cover you red and embarrassed face and George gave you an embarrassed smile. "I'm sorry about him, [y/n/n]. He never stops..."
'I want to act like a Gryffindor, but I can't'
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The snow was falling on this cold as fuck day. Not even the two coats you were wearing, were being able to stop the freezing air to make goosebumps go all around your body or to make your body became warm at anyway. And to make everything worse, Hogsmeade is not a cosy place to pass a normal day, but today was way worse. Your friends wanted to go to the Honeydunkes and buy anything that could make one of them forget about her recent 'heartbreak' - she cheated him, you can't understand why the rest of your friends keep helping her by something that she did... - but you weren't in the mood of being inside of a crowded store.
So, while they were inside of the warm store, you were freezing outside, with your shoulders shaking, trying to warm yourself at any possible way. You saw the Weasleys, with the rest of their crew coming to the same store as you were outside, great. As they were coming closer, Hermione and Harry were the first ones to notice you and let all of them behind to see you.
"Hey, [y/n]!" They said together and hugged you. Wow, they were so cosy and you were so cold - and hoping they didn't notice that you were freezing... The twins came behind of them and said their 'hi's to you, but Fred toke notice of the way that you were hugging yourself to stop the wind to hit you, the way that your hands were brushing against each other to create some kind of friction between them, the way that your teeth were hitting each other, the way that your lips were a mix of blue and purple, and the way that your shoulders were frenetically shaking.
He just takes one of the sweaters Molly did for him and offered to you. Everyone around looked at the two of you with confused faces, while Fred's eyes were locked with yours. "You're cold." He just said and you whispered a little thank you, putting his sweatshirt on. It smelled like him and was really big on you, well, Fred is kind of really tall, comparing to you and any of your and his friends. "It looks better on you anyway..." He whispered while looking at the floor and raising his eyebrows, as it was the most obvious thing in the entire world.
But, not even his whisper is delicate, so everyone ends listening to what he said and look at him with faces more confused than before. "Well, if you say so." The words got out of your mouth before anything could stop them, and your cheeks became warmer and redder than they were by wearing his cloth. All of his friends looked at you, with wide eyes and proud smiles, by you finally flirting back with Fred, but by the smile that grew up on his face, you knew that nothing good could come from it.
"And why would I lie to you, princess?" There it is. The comment that you were expecting but didn't want to come. Your knees felt weak, with the butterflies on your stomach, but one thing never changed, your cheeks blushing. Your whole body felt warmer, and you were sure that it wasn't because of the sweater.
"Shut up, Fred!"
"Stop being an asshole!"
"Leave her alone!"
You didn't even pay attention to the rest of them, you just turned around and got inside of the store as fast as your legs could take you. A full Honeydunkes felt more attractive than being embarrassed around Fred and all of his friends.
'He acts like a Gryffindor...'
-
The sunset is beautiful at anyway, watching it from the TV, from the Astronomy Tower, from the big windows at the common room, at any dorm, but nothing compares to the way it looks at the Black Lake. When the sky becomes orange, purple, pink, yellow until it becomes dark and the stars shining... But all this show being reflected at the waters of the lake.
And you couldn't lose it today, just like you did the whole week. Every single day, you were doing something else that would make you busy until the sunset was totally over and the unique things shining in the sky, were the stars and the moon. It wasn't an ugly view or something, but it didn't have the same magic. It's even weird using the term 'magic' while being a student at Hogwarts and actually studying everything about real magic, but seeing something that not even professor Dumbledore could do or control, was kind of natural magic...
So, you finished your essay for Potions, that was just for next week (but if you let everything for the last day, you would have to be awake the whole night and wouldn't be as good as it is right now) and went to the Black Lake. At the way there, a few people from the same house as yours tried to stop you and chat, but you just gave various excuses to not talk to anyone, so you could get to your destination in time to see the perfect sunset.
As you got to the Black Lake, you saw the twins with a few of their friends talking more like shouting, but you just wanted to enjoy the view and relax a little bit after a really busy week, that's what the end of the Fridays are for...
You sat at the grass, putting your bag down beside you and pulling out a book, that Hermione gave to you about the history of magic and it was more interesting then you could have ever imagined, to have something to do until the sunset would start. With you back resting against a tree and crossed legs, you opened your book and tried to find where you had stopped to read.
After a few minutes of silence (or just a few waves of laughter from groups of friends that probably had all of their essays' pages in white and didn't even care about it), you noticed the way that the wind started to become colder and faster, all the distant voices were becoming harder and harder to hear and understand, and the natural light from the sun was different.
Time for the show.
You put something at your book so you would know where you stopped to read at the next time you opened the book, put it at your bag again and just looked at the sky. It first started with a mix of yellow, pink and blue, and you never felt so peaceful. Until-
"Hey, princess." You rolled your eyes, already knowing who it was. Fred already put his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him and, if you weren't so relaxed with the breathtaking view and mad that he just ruined the quiet place, you would've blushed... "Enjoying the view? Because I am." You didn't even have to turn your head or take your eyes out of the coloured sky to know that he was looking and talking about you. "C'mon, not even a little red for me?" Fred continued talking, trying to get your attention. And he didn't stop there. He started babbling about anything, to see if you would blush with any of the compliments, but what you really just wanted silence. And you knew pretty well that just asking for him to stay quiet or saying for him to shut up, he wouldn't stop talking. You had to stop him at someway, and you thought about various things to say or do. And then, just one of them felt right.
You turned your head to look at him, that smiled brightly seeing that he finally got the attention he wanted, but before you could stop yourself or he could think of anything else, your hands went to his face pulled him into yours. Fred finally stopped talking when your lips touched his.
He kissed you back at the same moment he noticed that one of the two of you finally did what he was fantasizing about since he first saw you in your fourth year. Your lips were just as soft as he had imagined, but they tasted like pumpkin juice (your favourite), with a little bit of strawberries (of your gloss). While his lips fitted just as perfectly with yours as they looked like they would, with a flavour of chocolate and mint toothpaste.
You slowly pulled apart from each other, but with your noses still touching, your breaths hitting each other's mouths and lips brushing against one another, while Fred opened the brightest smile you had ever seen, just like you, but with your bottom lip between your teeth.
"You wouldn't stop talking..." You just whispered and you even thought that he didn't hear what you said, but when his cheeks became redder than his own hair, you just giggled.
'I finally acted like a Gryffindor...'
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MHA boys on take your kid to work day
Hello! New post with 3 of my loves! Just them reacting to your kids visting them at work Bakugou and Aizawa are fluff and just a hint sad while Izuku’s is fluff and crack! Reader is neutral.
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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader, Aizawa Shouta x Reader, Midoriya Izuku x Reader
They react to their kids coming to visit them on bring your kid to work day
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BAKUGOU KATSUKI
When little Kaori said she wanted to go with Bakugou to bring your kid to work day, who she called Papa, you were a little hurt but decided hey you could use this as an excuse to hang out with him as well. A sort of family day at Bakugou's agency. Bakugou on the other hand was less than thrilled he did not want his baby girl anywhere near the dangerous agency or on the field with him. He also couldn't say no so, here you were with your daughter all dressed in his official costume merch, bouncing on your hip with joy.
“We at daddy work now?” She said as she glanced around.
“Little girl even if you ask every two minutes it won't make us get there faster.” You said with a smile.
“Otay!” She said with her cute slur. She didn't get the chance to ask the question again as you entered the building.
“Oh look who it is!” A voice boomed out to you both. You recognize it as Kirishima, Kaori's partner in crime. Next to him was Bakugou who was giving you a goofy smile.
“Uncle Eiji! Uncle Eiji!” The little girl roared as she ran to meet him, slipping from your arms. She dashed into his rams and giggled as he threw her into the air.
“Oi you little brat! What about papa, just forgot all about me? Im wounded.” Bakugou said in a playful tone. The little girl gasped and grabbed bakugou's leg when she was back on the ground.
“No papa don't be wounded! I didn't forgot you!” She said into his leg, bakugou picked her up with a chuckle and came to your side.
“Yeah don't worry she didn’t forget about her precious papa. You all she could talk about I didn’t think I would find someone who talks about you more than you do but then again she is your kid.” You said making yourself and Kirishima laugh.
“OUR kid! You talk about me just as much, i'm the best husband and dad and hero, of course she’s gonna brag about me to anyone with ears.” He said ruffling her hair as he placed her down next to him.
“Papa, c’mon we gotta do papa works!” The little girl said, bouncing around the lobby.
“Oh yeah! You wanna see papa and me kick some ass?! You gotta take all in so you can be a great hero too someday!” Kiri said, further riling the girl up.
“Yay! Gonna watch you and papa kick ass and take names!!” The girl said not watching how her parents' faces paled. Kirishima only laughed and told you he was gonna take Kaori on a tour of his office real quick.
“Stop being such a bad influence on my daughter shitty hair!” Your husband roared after the pair of giggling retreating figures.
“Him? Puppy eyed, soft, and cuddly Kirishima Eijirou, badly influencing Kaori? It's all you babe, the little girl is so in love with you she does everything you do, just a bit cuter.” You said as you pecked his check.
“She isn't like me, stop saying that.” He said seriously with a grunt.
“She is, you are her hero. She wants to be just like you, what's the problem with that? You’ve been pushing her away every since she said she wanted to come here.” You said glaring at him.’
“I have not.” He said looking away from you.
“Yes you have, Katsuki, just talk to me cause you're gonna break your daughters heart. Every night you used to tell her stories of your patrols. Buy her you and Eijirou’s hero merch, hell even deku’s. Kids arent dumb shes is going to notice you stopped doing those things.” You said grabbing his chin and making him meet your eyes.
“She shouldn't want to be like me, okay!! I never want her to be a Pro-hero! I never want her to have scars on every inch of her body’s and be insecure about how she looks! I never want her to have nightmares of screams or the people she couldn’t save. I don’t want to worry that one day she might not come home, okay. And all the shit I went through at UA!? No way.” He whisper shouted at you.
“You're getting way ahead of yourself baby. Kaori isn’t even in school yet and barely has bloomed into her quirk. She isn’t getting any battle scars just bumps and bruises. It’s easy to worry about the what if’s but it’s even easier to just focus on her laugh or her smile when she talks about you. Love your also forgetting you are more than a pro hero, your a good man who’s funny, brave, and little wild. That’s who Kaori wants to be like not Dynamight, she wants to be like her papa, Bakugou Katsuki.” You said caressing his cheeks. He considered your words with flushed cheeks, before he let out a sigh but before he could respond Kaori came crashing to him.
“Papa! Papa! Papa!” The girl said jumping up and down with her hands up. Bakugou laughed but picked her up nonetheless.
“C’mon papa! We gots to go do paperworks! Uncle kiri said we do that then we go kickass!” She said wigging with happiness in his arms, you laughed as he paled again.
“Sure baby girl but please don’t say that bad word, papa doesn’t like it.” He said as he walked towards his office.
“To bads! I wanna be just like you papa and you say it so I’m gonna say it too!” She said, pulling at his cheeks.
“You damn brat just listen to me! If you’re gonna try to be like me at least be a better version not a copy pasted person which means no cussing!” He yelled gently at her.
“Okay papa! Does this mean you’ll teach me how to be as great as papa! Wanna be just like you ‘member” she said with determination.
“Don’t say anymore no no words today and hell yeah I will! I’ll teach you how to be even better than Papa.” Bakugou said not looking at Kaori but looking at you. His look was saying what his mouth couldn’t, he was done thinking of what could happen years from now. Right now he just wanted to do whatever made his little girl smile whatever that means.
AIZAWA SHOUTA
“Tell me you did not.” Aizawa said to his blonde friend.
“I did, you can't be mad!” Hizashi said with a chuckle.
“I can be and I am. I told you I didn't want them here.” he said lowly.
“There are a bunch of pros here, security is super tight and they know not to call you or me by our government names or to say their full names and besides Y/n is gonna be here the whole time.” The blonde said, trying to calm down his friend.
“No matter how tight our security is, stuff seems to slip through the cracks and put the students in danger. I don't need any villains learning I have not one not two but three huge and very exploitable weaknesses.” He said as they neared his rooms where his students were waiting.
“They are wearing face masks and hoods. Any part of them that is distinguishable is being hidden, its gonna be fine. Don't act like you aren't excited to see them, its been 4 days i know you're itching to see them.” Hizashi said as his friend went into his classroom. He had only gotten about halfway through the class when the door opened and you were seen in the doorway.
“Dada!!” The little one year old said in your arms skirming for her dad. The whole class craned their necks to see you, your one year old, and your 4 year old.
“Hello Eraserhead!” You laughed as you went to sit at an open desk placing both of the kids on your lap. The class glanced from the kids to their teacher and back again.
“Sensei! You have kids! And you're married!” A blonde one yelled.
“Denki stop yelling you're gonna give me a headache. Yes I do, which I hope you can all keep them a secret.” He said with a sigh.
“You're such a grump I don't know how they tolerate you. Hello, I am Y/n, this little one is Kumiko, and this one is Shira.” You said as you waved at them, Kumiko copied you and gave the kids a lazy wave to which all the kids cooed at. Aizawa smiled and went back to explaining what the class would be doing for the rest of class period which was just some research on a few different kinds of hero agency.
“Hello my pretty girls.” Aizawa said taking the bouncing girl from you.
“Hi daddy! Can I help you with your work!” Shira said with a toothy smile, she had a sort of fascination with quirks.
“To be honest sweet thing they are learning big words right now, words too big for you but im sure they would love to talk to you and tell you about their quirks.” He said ruffling her hair. Then his quirk activated as he looked at his class.
“Say anything inappropriate, lose control of your quirk and hurt her and I'll expel you.” He said menacingly to which all the kids nodded in fear. That's all Shira needed to hear before she walked over to a group of students.
“She was so excited when I told her we were going to see you, I think she's going to be a teacher someday.” You said gazing up at Aizawa who was playing with Kumiko.
“Uh uh sweet talk like that isn't gonna work. I told you it is too dangerous for them to be here.” He said with a pout.
“I remember saying there isn't a safer place than with you!” You said with a small smile.
“Well have it your way as usual when Shira or Kumiko start acting like one of these brats you and Mic will be to blame.” He said with a sigh.
“Well Mr. Easerhead, I'll be prepared for punishment! I think i have nothing to fear though the smile on your face says everything you can't.” You said as he played with your daughter. The day went like this. You and Aizawa playing with Kumiko and Shira floating about the classroom, The day had almost went by without any event when Shira louds cries were heard. Aizawa handed Kumiko to you and was at her side in a second. She rushed into his torso and cried even more. The class all had their fingers pointed to 3 of the boys.
“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He spoke to her softly. Her little fist rubbed at her eyes.
“I told then that you were the best hero and then green one was like ‘thats All might’ and then the blonde one was like ‘yeah he really great person’ then the red and white one was like ‘yeah he is number 1’ they dumb assholes anyway cus he not 1 anymore dats ‘devor! You're the best hero, aren't you daddy?” The girl said as she looked at her dad with stars in her eyes. You were just laughing as quietly as you could.
“Im anything you want me to be sweetheart but don't say asshole it's a naughty word for adults.” He said, wiping the drying tears from her cheeks.
“But the blonde one said it alot.” She said with a pout.
“Did he now? Well in that case I forgot you have a 3 mile run today, and it's a test. Be back before class is over which is roughly 30 no 27 minutes or you'll be put on cleaning duty for the whole school including the dorms.” He said and the class was off just like that. Your small family watched from the window as the students ran with Shira sometimes yelling out the window.
“And don't stop until you finished you lazy wannabe heroes!” She shouted with a happy smile.
“Did I say it right daddy?” She said wiggling in his arms.
“Yes you did sweetheart.” He said with a proud smile.
MIDORIYA IZUKU
You and the twins had been at Izuku’s agency for a while and he was going insane. The boys were 3 and nothing like their father. They were wild, loud and adventurous. They didn't and wouldn't stay still. The office loved it but Izuku was about to have a heart attack, Tatsuo was missing. He was only 3 and couldn't really open the door or operate an elevator so you, Bakugou, and Uraraka were not all that worried but poor Izuku was.
“Deku calm the fuck down. He’s been gone for like 2 minutes maybe he couldn't have got far.” Bakugou said to his stressing friend who was putting Toshi back into his leash backpack thing.
“It only takes 1 second to get hurt or die, Kacchan. I’ve failed as a parent.” He said, sounding too serious. You couldn't stop your laughter now.
“Honey, our kids are too predictable. Just get a bag of C-A-N-D-Y from their bag and shake, Tatsuo will come running.” You said with a small smile taking Toshi from him.
“Oh good thinking!” He said getting a bag and shaking like crazy. Soon little footsteps were heard and Tatsuo emerged from behind Izuku smiling like crazy.
“Daddy, can I have a candy, pretty please!” He said with his cute smile almost making his father forget he ran from then.
“Only if you promise to never wander off like that again!” Izuku said as sternly as he could, but it wasn't very stern at all. The boy nodded at him and stuck out his hand but when he did Izuku noticed blood all over his hand and fainted within seconds. You and Bakugou went to find bandages and a first aid-kit for Tatsou while Uraraka got water to wake up Izuku.
“Oh my gosh! Does he need stitches or something! We should take him to the hospital.” Izuku said as he shot awake. The people around all laughed at the green haired boy.
“No babe, he was just playing with a stapler and staple his hands…. A few times but he’s fine.” You said pointing to the two boys who were watching Bakugou make very small explosions.
“Tatsuo! Toshi! Don't get too close you could get hurt! We should go home babe, hey Uravity take over for me I’m going home!!” He yelled shakily. You weren't sure what you were gonna do with your worrywart husband, especially when the boys do or don't get quirks. He couldn't handle them now without needing an inhaler. He damn sure couldn't if they got quirks, you could picture it now. A funeral caused by your rambunctious kids for your husband. ‘Here lies a lovely but overbearing and worrywart father.’
#bakugou x y/n#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugou fluff#bnha bakugou#aizawa x reader#aizawa shouta x reader#bnha aizawa#aizawa shouta#midoriya x reader#midoriya izuku#deku x reader#bnha midoriya#mha fanfiction#mha deku#bnha x reader
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Okay, so I've been thinking about hyperfocus. (Probably warrants the disclaimer that I've never been diagnosed with anything, but at this point I'm pretty sure there's something non-neurotypical going on between my ears, and, among other things, people's descriptions of hyperfocus always really click with me as something I experience?)
Just in the last week, there have been several instances where it fit. I wrote 6k words of fic in one sitting (literally, I did not get up though it) last Sunday, and when I was done I realized I'm really fucking thirsty, I hadn't eaten since breakfast, I had no idea what time it was but apparently it was dark out, huh, my shoulders and neck were really stiff and sore, my foot was asleep because I'd been sitting on it again because I can't sit like a normal person and I should have probably been to the bathroom an hour ago. The other day, I spontaneously decided that I want my window screen thingies to be blue to fit with the rest of my bedroom, so I dug out some paint and drew on them, for several hours on a workday evening. At least since I was working on it in the kitchen, I managed to very distractedly eat something on the side, yay?
But that's not really the point I was meaning to make. Or, I was wondering why that's the main point everyone seems to be making about this kind of thing. "I got lost in The Project and forgot basic needs exist." That's the point you read in Tumblr posts about it, and, yeah, relatable, but that's like the least remarkable thing about it to me?
You read about enjoying a hyperfixation, yes. But enjoying hyperfocus? At least I've never seen the take.
But I do. Enjoy them, these weird moods. They're fucking awesome. Yes, I forget to eat and drink and stuff on a fairly regular basis when I get caught up in something, but that's so secondary to the experience to me? Like, it's so much fun to get completely lost in something? I love it. I love to exist just in the scene I'm writing, or the book I'm reading, or the weird, eccentric art project I've spontaneously had to start in my kitchen on a Thursday afternoon. But it's fun! It's fulfilling! 6k words of amazing fic I can't wait to share! (It's got very cool stuff about magical elements!) My very old white window dressings are now blue with green and blue dinosaurs on them! They look neat!
To be perfectly fair I've lost hours on cleaning my bathroom and resorting my cupboards, but, even that was, just, you know, deeply satisfying? There's so much pleasure to doing the thing I'm excited about, and then I look at what I did and it's a thing I made wow how cool is that. (I've done plenty of weird and silly projects, but I tend to enjoy the results almost as much as the process, so that's a win?)
Like, there are very few things as pleasurable and fun as a good Getting Lost in The Project thing. It's so cool to have everything else fall away. My brain is often like at least five different thoughts running away in different directions, but this? This in one thought, laser-sharp and with purpose that knows where it wants to go, and I pretty much always like where it goes. (That's where the essays come from, too. Thought zeroed in on something and now it has aim and cannot be deterred until it gets to its destination.)
And then there's the After. Yes, the sore muscles and thirsty and starving and exhausted thing. I like that, too? I've described it to a friend once, relating to writing but honestly it applies to other things, as a "writing afterglow". Tired, worn out, but deeply satisfied, like whatever mad energy was driving The Project has been burned out, but the emptiness is relieving? Feeling light and heavy at once? A (mostly) mental equivalent to that satisfying tiredness you'll get after a nice day out, the pleasant sort of tiredness? (Sometimes with writing or reading there's the "my soul has been pulled through a meat grinder" thing, but I think that's emotionally taxing subjects, not the activities themselves.)
Anyway, A++ feeling, love it, wouldn't want to miss it for the world. After the last mad writing session, I spent a substantial amount of time sitting on the floor of the shower, letting the water fall on my neck and shoulders to fix what I'd done to the poor things, but, it was so peaceful? Very nice.
I'm the opposite of "no thoughts, head empty". My brain is always full, often it feels too full, and it won't ever shut up. It's often fun, I like thinking thoughts about things, but it's also exhausting because it never ever stops.
It takes a break after one of those episodes. It'll let me sit in the shower, feeling the drops of water and the contentment of "I accomplished a thing that was a lot of fun" and that's all that's in my head. I've had troubles sleeping all my life, and I never fall asleep as well as on a night like this.
So. Hyperfocus. I like it. It's awesome. Please tell me I'm not alone on this.
#personal#I think this might be#adhd#or something like it?#I dunno#hyperfocus#brains are weird#writing#p+a
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hey hey u could make a bonus fic abt dadyuuji that way the ppl who wanna avoid it can n the rest can have more fluff id support it ;P also nice art ya got there 👀 i love the teeth on him
great idea !!! i think after i post the finished fic, i will release all the little scenes i had planned for her ! there aren't many, but at least the context for the story will be there and we can appreciate what could have been ! thank you for the suggestion, yay compromise !!
also here's more just bc LOL
As soon as the truck stops, Brain flings the door open and runs around the front, yanking open Yuuji’s door so she can hop up close enough to whisper something in his ear. You catch splinters of their conversation: the little girl says something about her mother’s house and Yuuji scoffs and says, “thought you were excited?” and she makes a tempestuous little noise that sounds as if she’s unhappy with whatever he’s telling her.
And then he grumbles, disapprovingly, “Kaori.”
Kaori.
(“Don’t ever let her name come out of your fucking mouth again. Don’t even think about her or I’ll—”)
For the first time, you look at her directly. At the disheveled braid sticking out from underneath the cap that's too large for her head, at her hair—which is long and dark, black, and not at all that soft mauve you expected. There are nerves tingling the tips of her fingers, and you can tell by the way she's pinching and pulling at the skin of her hands, like she doesn't know what else to do with them. Scared, probably, of this stranger that's taking up all her space.
Just as you expected, there are bits of him there in her face, but there’s a softness, too. Just a brat with green, glittery nails and a band-aid on her cheek, little gold earrings and honey in her eyes. Kaori—you wonder if that’s what their mother looked like, if Yuuji thinks about her when he says her name, or when he doesn’t. Why your husband doesn’t care about his own blood, his own niece.
Looking at her awakens something inside you, as if knowing who she's named for is enough to thaw, to slow the anxious beat of your heart.
Yuuji sighs and slips out of the truck, placing a hand on her head when she presses her cheek into his thigh. “I, uh, totally forgot Brain goes to her mom’s today, so I'll let you get settled while I run her down the street, if that’s cool.”
Down the street. Another stereotype to add to the list: everyone knows everyone in a place of this size. Everyone knows where everyone goes. It makes you shiver.
You tell him that's fine and the minute you slip out the other side of the truck, Brain jumps into the driver's seat, scooting down on her butt to pump the brake even though the engine is off.
"Don't try to start this thing, missy, we can walk." Yuuji tells her. Now that the surface has been breached, you can look at her face again, the frown she gives him—you—before hitting the horn, quick. The harsh sound rips through the quiet, through the sea in the background, and you jump and she giggles until Yuuji hisses out her odd nickname.
Sukuna has sent silent warnings before, though they've always been almost imperceptible to those unattuned to the way emotions manifest on his face. A slight narrow of his eyes that comes and goes in the time it takes you to blink—watch yourself; you can only imagine Yuuji gives Brain that look now, from her crossed arms and petulant huff.
#AND DABERT AND HIS POINTY TEETH ARE HANGING UP BY MY BED HE HE#[ ☆ exile: yuuji ]#[ ☆ willow wippet ]#✿ ask willow
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Allies, Pt. 9
The Northern Air Temple
Pairing: Sokka x F Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 3,813 Summary: You thought that the chance of there being Airbenders other than Aang was too good to be true, sadly you were right.
Note: How I completely forgot about this until now I'm not sure but! Another piece of this series I’ve done for the fun of it is outfit designs- If that kind of things in fics isn’t your cup of tea then feel free to act like these don't exist! But for those who are interested or who might just wanna see; here you go. This is just what I personally envisioned while writing, again feel free to ignore it if you want, but I figured I might as well share :) I was also going to wait until tomorrow to post this bc Wednesdays is my upload day for it on Ao3 but I’m also a chapter ahead there and wanted to get my tumblr uploads caught up- so back to back post today and tomorrow :) Yay
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“So, travelers, the next time you think you hear a strange large bird talking, take a closer look, it might not be a giant parrot, but a flying man! A member of a secret group of air walkers who laugh at gravity and laugh at those bound to the earth by it!” Aang smiled. “Aren’t airbender stories the best?” “Was it realistic? Was that how it was back then?” Katara questioned. “I laugh at gravity all the time. Haha! Gravity.” A pair of hands holding a hat suddenly appeared in the space inbetween Sokka and Y/n. The storyteller shook the hat, the jingling of coins being heard. “Jingle, jingle.” The two searched their pockets for any money. Y/n didn’t have anything, and the only thing Sokka pulled from his coat pocket was a small ball of lint and a bug. Y/n offered the storyteller a sheepish smile. “Sorry.” “Aww. Cheapskates!” The man left them, going to ask other audience members for donations. She turned to look at Sokka, a disgusted expression apparent on her face at the bug that wiggled around in his hand. “Why… was there a bug in your coat?” “Hey! Don’t question a man and his bug.” The bug rolled over, and started to crawl up his hand. Sokka yelped and shook it off. Her expression twisted into amusement. “A man and his bug, huh?” “It’s not my fault we can’t afford to keep him fed.”
The next morning, the group found themselves on the way to the Northern Air Temple. Apparently, the airbenders in the story they heard were seen the previous week. It seemed a little too good to be true, that there might be airbenders other than Aang still out there, but Y/n wasn’t going to be the one to crush the kids' hope. That was Sokka’s job, not hers. “Hey, we’re almost at the Northern Air Temple! This is where they had the championships for sky bison polo.” Y/n looked at Aang with a smile. “Sky bison polo? That sounds fun.” “It is fun! So much fun!” Katara moved to sit next to her brother. “Do you think we’ll really find airbenders?” “You want me to be like you, or totally honest?” Sokka asked, focusing on whittling a piece of wood. “Are you saying I’m a liar?” Katara crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m saying you’re an optimist. Same thing basically.” “They’re not the same thing at all.” Y/n commented. The boy just shrugged his shoulders. “Hey guys, look at this!” Appa was starting to approach the Northern Air Temple. It sat up on a sheer peak, several people flew around it, and smoke rose from a few pillars. “Huh! They really are airbenders!” Aang leaned, crossing his arms unhappily. “No, they’re not.” Sokka pointed up at the people flying around. “What do you mean they’re not? Those guys are flying!” “Gliding maybe, but not flying. You can tell by the way they move. They’re not airbending. Those people have no spirit.” Y/n tipped her head to the side, watching the gliders. “I mean, they look like they're flying to me, but you would know best.” As she finished speaking, a glider passed over the group's heads, nearly taking them off. The glider’s pilot laughed, turning to pass by Appa again. Getting a closer look at the kid, it could be noted that his glider was built out of the wheelchair he sat in. Katara pointed in the glider’s direction. “I don’t know, Aang. That kid seems pretty spirited!” The glider made another pass, and soon Aang was standing up glider in hand, before taking off. Another glider flew in front of Appa, startling him and causing Katara and Y/n to fall backwards into Sokka. The three grunted at the impact. “We better find some solid ground before it finds us!” Appa made a landing on one of the temple’s outer terraces, the trio getting off him and watching as Aang and the boy in the wheelchair glided through the sky. Aang eventually came down and landed next to them, the other boy also coming to a landing. A few kids came other and detached the glider from his wheelchair, before he wheeled over to the group. “Hey! You’re a real airbender! You must be the Avatar! That’s amazing! I- I- I’ve heard stories about you.” Aang rubbed at the back of his neck, embarrassed. “Thanks.” “Wow! This glider chair is incredible!” Sokka rushed over to the kids who had the glider setup, inspecting it. “If you think this is good, wait until you see the other stuff my Dad designed.” He began to wheel away, the group following. They were led through the huge main gate of the temple, into the main chamber. The room was dominated by steam-powered machinery with many wheels, gears and pipes. “Wow!” Sokka ran forward, looking around the room excitedly. “Yeah, my dad is the mastermind behind this whole place! Everything’s powered by hot air. It even pumps hot air currents outside to give us a lift when we’re gliding.” Aang took a look around. “This place is unbelievable.” The boy in the wheelchair smiled. “Yeah, it’s great isn’t it?” “No, just unbelievable.” Y/n tried to hold back a laugh, clearing her throat to force down her laughter. “Aang used to come here a long time ago. I think he’s a little shocked it’s so… different.” Katara said, before following after Aang when he walked off. “So better!” Rolling her eyes, Y/n elbowed Sokka in the shoulder. He gave her a look. “Come on, you don’t think this is cool at all?” “Not really.”
Soon they followed the boy, Teo, to another part of the temple. This time it was a courtyard of sorts, it was untouched, and there were statues of airbenders. Aang was much happier about this, than he had been about the other room. “It’s nice to see even one part of the temple that isn’t ruined.” He spoke, as him, Y/n and Katara looked at a huge statue of an airbender monk. “Look out!” A voice shouted out, shortly before a wrecking ball crashed through the statue. The three flew backwards with the debris, and everyone started to cough from the dust. As the dust settled, several people could be seen through the hole that’d been created. One of the people walked forward, a middle aged man with a mostly bald head who wore a monocle, a green tunic and an apron. “What the doodle! Don’t you know enough to stay away from construction sites? We have to make room for the bathhouse!” “Do you know what you just did? You just destroyed something sacred! For a stupid bathhouse!” Aang, clearly upset with the man, took on an airbending stance. The man waved a hand in front of his nose. “Well, people around here are starting to stink.” Aang pointed at him. “This whole place stinks!” He slammed his staff against the ground, sending a strong gust of wind through the hole in the wall, knocking the wrecking ball and it’s rig off the building's foundation. “This is a sacred temple! You can’t treat it this way. I’ve seen it when the monks were here. I know what it’s supposed to be like.” “The monks? But you’re twelve!” Teo wheeled over. “Dad, he’s the Avatar. He used to come here a hundred years ago.” Aang walked closer to the man. “What are you doing? Who said you could be here?” “Hmmm… doing here… A long time ago, but not a hundred years, my people became refugees after a terrible flood.” He gestured his arms for effect, before moving to stand behind his son. “My infant son, Teo, was badly hurt and lost his mother.” Sniffling, he held back tears. “I needed somewhere to rebuild and I stumbled across this place. Couldn’t believe it! Everywhere pictures of flying people. But empty! Nobody home! Then I came across these fan like contraptions!” He held his arms out as if they were wings, making flying motions with them as he walked about the courtyard for a short moment. He stopped in front of Aang, who was clearly still upset. “Our gliders.” “Yes, little light flying machines. They gave me an idea. Build a new life for my son, in the air! Then everyone would be on equal ground, so to speak! We’re just in the process of improving upon what’s already here and after all, isn’t that what nature does?” Aang was still upset, while Sokka and Katara stood behind him, teary eyed from the story. Y/n rolled her eyes at the siblings, before moving to stand next to Aang, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Sure, the story was sad, but to her the boy’s feelings were more important. The Mechanist turned to look through the hole in the wall he’d created. “I suppose that’s true. Unfortunately, progress has a way of getting away from us.” He looked down in a bout of sadness, before his head snapped up to look at an odd candle device..? A bit aways from them. “Look at the time!” Three candles burned brightly on a stone pedestal, each separated into their own sections. Next to the pedestal, a large mallet rests, sitting head down. The Mechanist turned to one of the scribes behind him. “Come the pulley system must be oiled before dark.” Sokka approached the candles, observing them. “Wait, how can you tell the time from that thing? The notches all look the same.” “The candle will tell us. Watch.” The candle’s flame snapped four times in a row. “You put spark powder in the candle!” “Four flashes, so it’s exactly four hours past midday, or, as I call it, four o’candle!” Sokka let out a laugh, as The Mechanist looked at him, seemingly pleased he was interested. “If you like that, wait till you see my finger safe knife sharpener!” Y/n’s attention moved to the man at the mention of that, watching as he held up his left hand, where three of his fingers were made of wood. He detached them from his hand, before tossing them to Sokka. “Only took me three tries to get it right!” Sokka let out a scream, as he caught the wooden fingers. “Follow me!” The Mechanist turned to leave, the men who were with him and Sokka quickly followed. As the boy passed by Y/n, he grabbed onto her wrist and dragged her along with him. She offered a quick goodbye wave to Aang, Katara and Teo as she was dragged away.
Quiet steps echoed through the narrow hallway, as Y/n, Sokka and The Mechanist descending a narrow staircase. Each of them held a lantern, glowing with sparse blue light. “These lanterns are terrible! I can’t see.” Y/n ran into Sokka’s back, as he abruptly stopped to open the jar to his lantern. She flicked the back of his head, as he continued to speak. “Why would you want to use fireflies for light- Hey!” She snickered, watching the firefly that escaped from his lantern. The Mechanist turned to look at them. “Hey, close that up! They’ll get loose. Fireflies are a non-flammable light source.” “Are you meaning to say that something down here is flammable?” Y/n asked, as they all continued walking. “Well, why else would I need a non-flammable light source?” The Mechanist offered a chuckle, as they approached a door. The edges of it were blocked by some sort of sealant, which he felt around, probably to check for leaks. After checking he turned back to them. “Cover your nose and hold your breath.” Once they’d done so, The Mechanist slid open a panel in the door, which they all looked through. It just showed a dark and empty room. “Okay, so you brought us all the way down here to see an empty room.” Sokka spoke with a somewhat confused tone. “Wrong.” Eyebrows furrowing together, Y/n watched as the panel was slid shut again. “You brought us all the way down here to see a room full of flammable explosive gas?” “Correct! It’s filled to the brim with natural gas. Came across it my first time here. Unfortunately, I was carrying a torch at the time. Nearly blew myself and the whole place even more sky high. Thought my eyebrows would never grow back! Anyway, there’s a vital problem that needs solving. From time to time we have gas leaks and they’re nearly impossible to find.” Y/n took a few steps back, as Sokka helped check the door for leaks. “So this place is an explosion waiting to happen?” “Yes, until I figure out how to locate something I can’t see, hear, smell or touch.” “Right, is it safe for us to be around this gas? Should we be wearing masks or something, in case we come across a leak so we don’t, you know, inhale it?” “Oh don’t worry, we should be fine.” The Mechanist paused for a moment, straightening up after finishing checking for leaks. “Well, as long as you aren’t a firebender or something- hah!” He let out a laugh, which Sokka quickly shared. Sokka nudged her in the arm, as they started walking back. “Oh come on, that was funny. You know that was funny.” “Yeah, hilarious.” He threw an arm over her shoulders. “Come on, loosen up. We’re gonna be fine, even if we do come across a leak.” She put her hands up in defense. “Okay, okay.”
The Mechanist led the pair to his workshop, and very clearly told them not to touch anything, before going to look over some papers on his desk. Sokka, of course, did not listen to that and started poking through things the moment the man's attention wasn’t on them. “Sokka, he said not to touch anything.” Y/n whispered, smacking his hand away from something he was about to mess with. He gently pushed her away a bit, before going right back to poking around. “Calm down, it’s fine. It’s not like I’m going to break an-” Sokka cut himself off, as he knocked some stuff over. Grimacing, he tried to keep it from falling to the ground. “I said don’t touch anything!” When The Mechanist spoke up, Sokka dropped the things to the ground. Y/n crossed her arms over her chest. “Not gonna break anything, huh?” The Mechanist came over, to help Sokka pick the things up. “Oh, don’t worry, that experiment is old and that egg was just part of last week’s lunch.” Y/n kneeled down to help them too, as Sokka sniffed the air. “Ugh! Week old egg smell!” “Quick! Find that egg!” The three started to crawl around, looking for the egg, but none of them were having much luck. “How could something that’s so small you can’t even see it make such a big stink!?” Sokka complained as they looked. The Mechanist perked up at the comment. “That’s the solution to our problem!” “Yeah!” Y/n looked at the two, confused, as they faced each other with excitement. “What?” “If we put a whole mess of rotten eggs in the cellar where the gas seeps up..” Sokka started the thought, which The Mechanist continued. “The gas will mix with the smell of rotten eggs…” “Then, if there’s a leak…” “You smell rotten eggs! Then you just follow your nose to the place where the smell is coming from..” “And plug up the hole where the gas is escaping!” “You’re a genius!” The two spoke in unison. Still, Y/n looked between the two with a confused expression. “ What? ” Suddenly, a large bell started to ring, and The Mechanist was quick to get up and rush from the room. “Something’s wrong I’ve got to go.” “Wonder what that’s about.” Sokka said, getting up himself. He helped Y/n up, grinning. “We should follow him.” “Always a snoop, huh?” Laughing softly, she shook her head. “Alright.” Grasping onto her wrist, he dragged her out of the room to follow after The Mechanist. They’d followed him to another room, one that was filled to the brim with different war machines branded with the Fire Nation’s insignia.
“You make weapons for the Fire Nation!?” Sokka was clearly angry with his words, rightfully so. Y/n was pretty mad about this development as well. She pointed a finger at The Mechanist. “You! You're terrible. Horrible terrible!” The Mechanist looked at the ground in humiliation and shame. Teo looked at his father angrily. “Explain all this! Now!” “It was about a year after we moved here. Fire Nation soldiers found our settlement. You were too young to remember this tale. They were going to destroy everything, burn it to the ground. I pleaded with them, begged them to spare us. They asked what I had to offer. I offered… my services. You must understand, I did this for you!” Teo turned his wheelchair away, clearly upset. The Mechanist turned on his heel, and walked back down the hall, leaving the five kids in the room. Teo shook his head. “I can’t believe this…. This is terrible.” “I know..” Aang looked at the weapons with disdain. “There’s so much here.” Y/n crossed her arms over her chest. “The Fire Nation could be coming for this soon…” Aang breathed out a sigh. “Your right… I’m going to go figure it out.” “I’ll come with.” Teo said, as Aang started to leave the room, before following the boy. With Aang and Teo’s return, they found out that the Fire Nation was coming soon. And they were intending to burn this place to the ground. They were all outside on one of the walkways, trying to figure out a plan. “This is bad! Very bad!” Katara looked over to Aang. “Aang, what are we gonna do? How can we possibly keep them all away?” “I’ll tell you how.” He pointed to the sky. “We have something they don’t. Air power! We control the sky. That’s something the Fire Nation can’t do. We can win!” “I want to help.” The Mechanist approached the group, as he spoke up. Aang offered the man a smile. “Good, we’ll need it.”
“We finally got the war balloon working, thanks to Sokka. This boy’s a genius!” “Thank you. You’re a genius!” “Thank you!” Y/n rolled her eyes at the exchange. “Can we get on with this?” Sokka cleared his throat. “Right. See, the problem with the old war balloon was you could get it airborne, but once you did, it just kept going.” He demonstrated with a model that flew up and hit the ceiling. “You could put a hole in the top, but then all the hot air would escape. So the question became, how do you keep a lid on hot air?” “Ugh, if only we knew.” Katara commented. Y/n, Aang, Teo and Katara herself all laughed at the remark. Ignoring them, Sokka pulled the model down from the ceiling, now showing off the mechanism to open and close a lid on the top. “A lid is actually the answer. If you control the hot air, you control the war balloon.” He demonstrated again, but this time the model didn’t fly up to the ceiling, thanks to the lid that could be pulled open with a string. Katara crossed her arms. “Hmm. That’s actually pretty smart.” “Okay, we’ve got four kinds of bombs. Smoke, smile, fire and-” The Mechanist cut Sokka off. “Stink. Never underestimate the power of stink!”
“We’re going to have to modify this to the new design, and fast.” The Mechanist said, as him, Sokka and Y/n worked on bringing the War Balloon he’d already constructed outside. “With both of you helping we should be able to get it up and running pretty quickly though!” “Yeah! And I’m pretty sure Aang and Katara will be able to hold off the Fire Nation with everyone’s help.” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. “They’ll be able to hold them off, but we can’t count on them too for too long, even if we have the skies. The Fire Nation’s army is huge, who knows how many soldiers will show up.” They got the balloon set up to do the necessary modifications. “Oh she’s right, time is not something we have on our side right now.” Sokka nodded in understanding. “Right. It’s only one modification though, so it can’t take terribly long, right?” “Let’s hope not.” Getting to work on the War Balloon, they probably could have gotten things done a little faster. But nonetheless, they got it done, and just in time too apparently. While Sokka and The Mechanist got ready to take off in the war balloon, Y/n went to find the others to see how they were holding up. “How are things going out here?” She asked, once she found Katara, Aang and Teo. The three looked at her with slight concern. “Not well.” Katara started. “Please tell us Sokka is coming with that war balloon soon.” Before she could give an answer, the war balloon rose up from behind them all, and started moving towards the battle field. From where they all stood, they could see Sokka and The Mechanist dropping giant slime bombs onto the Fire Nation soldiers. The bombs that they had didn’t stop the soldiers, however, and they were starting to advance closer to the Temple. Katara put a hand on Y/n’s shoulder, to get her attention. “What are they doing..?” She squinted in the direction of the war balloon, trying to see what was going on. “I’m not sur-” She cut herself off, watching as something fell from the basket of the war balloon. Was that the balloons fuel source? “Did they just push out their fuel source..?!” “What?!” A sudden explosion set off, a really really big one. The entire Temple got clouded in a ginormous wall of grey smoke. When the smoke dissipated, it was revealed that the Fire Nation was retreating. Aang pointed to where the army was leaving. “Look! They’re retreating!” Everyone started to cheer at the success, but the joy was cut short, as the war balloon started heading downwards quickly. Thankfully though, Aang was able to get Sokka and The Mechanist before the balloon crashed below. Currently, they all stood outside on the main terrace of the Air Temple. “You know what? I’m really glad you guys all live here now. It’s like the hermit crab.” Aang spoke, as he carefully picked up one of the hermit crabs near them all. “Maybe you weren’t born here, but you found this empty shell and made it your home. And now you protect each other.” Teo offered a smile to the boy. “That means a lot coming from you.” “Aang you were right about air power.” Sokka pointed to the sky. “As long as we’ve got the skies we’ll have the Fire Nation on the run!”
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