#I teased my sister too much about her allergy

[leafmenot]

Just found out I'm allergic to the glue on the freakin' bandaid :( There's a red raised area in the shape of my bandaid on my arm. I can feel that it's firmer than the rest of my arm. It has been 5 hours and it's still there.

[drpeppertummy]

i havent gone into the provolone family tree on this blog but does anyone remember my bestie lemon. his sister pimientos present-day descentant penne is like. a Cartoon Movie Scientist who dabbles in made up bullshit

[unintentional belly expansion, tummyache, hint of burst teasing]

Penne looked down at the new batch of her latest project, exhaustedly rubbing her face. Scattered across the tray before her were dozens of bright orange pills. They were small and simple, indistinguishable from any other pill in the medicine cabinet. These, however, were unlike anything Penne had stashed away above the bathroom sink. They weren't a remedy for pain or sniffles or allergies. No, these little orange capsules were created to solve an entirely different problem: hunger.

The project had begun a few months ago after another long, hyperfocused night at the lab. It wasn't any different from any other night at the lab; Penne was notorious for going entire busy nights without eating. She was simply too busy and too absorbed in her work to step away. That night, however, the idea had crossed her mind that it would be so much easier if she could simply pull a meal out of her pocket and toss it back without interrupting her work. She'd thought about that, and then she'd thought about how many people such a creation might potentially benefit, and then she'd set off to work. Without a snack break, of course.

After several trial runs with increasing success, Penne thought she might finally have something close to a finished product. She felt confident that they were safe to test on herself; she'd worked out any alarming kinks a handful of attempts ago, and the most recent batches had been perfectly harmless, albeit not particularly filling. Now, as she looked down at the tray of little orange pills, her exhausted, work-fried brain began a debate with itself.

It's a new batch, her brain said. We should just start with one.

The formula is barely any different from the last, it argued.

But it could be different enough.

It shouldn't be. We barely altered the density of it.

It would be dangerous and idiotic to start with two. What if it's too much?

But if one isn't enough--and I doubt it will be--we'll have to wait even longer to try it with two.

Patience is a virtue. Whatever happened to lab safety?

Fuck it. We're trying two.

Penne picked up two of the little orange capsules, hesitated for a moment, and then, with a quick swig of water, she swallowed them. She sat still for a moment, holding her breath as she waited for something to happen. For a few moments, nothing did. Then, slowly, she felt her empty stomach begin to fill up as the capsules released their expanding mass of nutrients. Gradually, her hunger faded, and it wasn't long before she felt full. And then very full. And then stuffed. Her heart fluttered nervously in her chest as her normally concave belly began to puff out round and firm. Shit, she thought.

The growth didn't seem to be slowing. Her stomach continued to distend, pushing out hard as the mass inside it expanded. She was well beyond stuffed now, and her belly felt painfully tight as it bloated up even more, pressing out against her baggy shirt. Her belt, snug around her normally narrow waist, creaked as the pressure beneath it grew. Frantically, she reached down and undid it. Moments later, her expanding belly forced the button of her pants open.

An ungraceful cry of panicked discomfort escaped Penne as her stomach stretched rapidly, and her back arched as her belly pushed out further and further. She felt the air that had been trapped in her stomach begin to bubble up toward her throat, and she forced up a burp in a desperate attempt to release some of the pressure building inside her. It didn't help. She clutched her stomach, gasping with panic. It was rock hard, packed tightly with the ever-expanding nutritional mass.

As her stomach began to reach its absolute limit, Penne shut her eyes, bracing herself for the worst. By some miracle, though, the expansion slowed, and, mercifully, it finally stopped. She remained frozen for a moment, holding her breath, and then, when she was sure it was over, she let herself relax. She couldn't relax too much, though; her belly was so tightly distended she could barely move. It ached terribly. She let out a pained moan, cautiously rubbing her taut, top-heavy belly.

She was almost afraid to look down at herself, but she did. Her belly jutted out shockingly beneath her ribs. Her shirt, which had been loose and wrinkled only five minutes earlier, was now pulled smoothly over the painful bulge of her bloated stomach. With barely a pinch of spare fat to speak of on her lanky frame, her belly had absolutely no give left to it.

Carefully, she tried to stand, but her overstuffed stomach cramped sharply, and she quickly dropped back down into her chair with a pitiful moan. Her stomach, hugging the enormous mass of not-quite-food for dear life, let out a strained gurgle. She sat there, belly sticking out absurdly, hoping nobody came along and saw her. I told you so, her brain scolded. Groaning, she let her head fall back and closed her eyes, resigning herself to a long night of digestion.

[everythingunderthestarsthings]

What are your headcanons for the friendship between Odd and Yumi?

Odd & Yumi - Chaotic besties

Hmm, it has been a while since I rewatched Code Lyoko, so I'm going with these headcanons based on what I can recall from memory. I'll make note to rewatch the show for subsequent posts.

Do check out my Code Lyoko masterlist here! I'll add this post and other requests and asks to it as time goes on!

Odd and Yumi and their friendship is certainly noteworthy.

Apart from Ulrich, for whom Yumi carries romantic feelings, she sees the other Lyoko warriors as her younger siblings. This comes naturally to her, considering she is a big sister.

Odd is no different. In fact, deep down, I think Odd reminds Yumi of Hiroki. They're both mischievous and like to annoy her, but are also the kind of people who really know her.

Yumi, when asked about Odd: "Odd Della Robbia has two braincells, smelly feet, and a smelly dog."

Odd, when asked about Yumi: "Yumi Ishiyama wears black to remind herself that her life is nothing but a bleak existence."

They use these lines to taunt each other, but after a while, they stopped, because it got boring and they moved on to better ways to annoy the other person.

If anything is leaked to Kadic news about Yumi, she will hunt Odd down and show him absolutely no mercy.

And Odd has older sisters too, which is why there are various softer, feminine aspects in him. He alone remembered Yumi's birthday and intuited that Ulrich must've forgotten it, because he's Ulrich, and also, X.A.N.A. is a pain in the ass.

Yumi easily fills out the role of a friend/big-sister for Odd, and often reminds him of his allergies (if he should have any, which I think he must), and chastises him when he's stuffing himself to no end.

And yet, she saves her croissants for him to have.

She's annoyed by how his eating habits never reflect in his weight. He's always lean.

I don't remember how it was in the show, but I recall that Odd was not very averse to William in the beginning. So, when he sensed that there might be another competitor for Yumi's heart besides Ulrich, he's not negatively reacting to it. In fact, he teases Yumi about how she managed to attract two very chaotic teenagers.

But to Ulrich, he tells him, "no wonder William likes Yumi. She's cool and brave, and very attractive. You better step up your game, Ulrich.". If Yumi hears of this, he will straight-up deny being her number one advocate.

Odd is also really good at deducing who else has a crush on Yumi. He can list five of his classmates alone, let alone think of Yumi's grade.

When Odd and Yumi are paired together for Lyoko missions, he always watches her back and makes sure no one's attacking her.

He has been devirtualized several times as a result. Yumi will devirtualize the goddamn X.A.N.A. monster to avenge Odd. They do this every time.

When they get moments where they're just hanging out by themselves, I see Odd and Yumi enacting this:

Yumi, either reading a novel or going through her phone or class notes, annoyed and used to Odd: Odd, stop. Odd, with his fingers mere whispers away from Yumi's face, with an innocent smile on his face: I'm not touching you. I'm practising Tai Chi. Yumi: Then go do this to Jim! He's the one that does Tai Chi!

Odd relies on Yumi to get dog food and poop bags for Kiwi. She complains about doing this every time, but nonetheless spends a portion of her pocket money for Kiwi.

Odd and Yumi know each others' likes and dislikes. Their style preferences, color preferences, etc.

"What's Yumi's favorite color, Ulrich?" "Black." "Wrong. It's black and green, and dark blue occassionally. Try again, and I'll talk to her about letting you off the hook for forgetting your date." "I still don't get why you know so much about her! I'm her boyfriend..."

That's how he knew the perfect gift that Yumi would like, especially from Ulrich.

He did give Ulrich the wrong package in that one episode and Yumi got Kiwi's bone. I think she immediately knew that Odd had bought her gift and mixed up the packages.

Next time, Ulrich consults Aelita for birthday present ideas for Yumi.

Yumi probably chose the hoodie that Odd wears after the outfit change from the first few seasons.

However, when the two of them were bodyswapped during one of the episodes, he wore a despicable outfit combo in her body just to drive her a little crazy.

Also, remember the chopstick scene? Yumi would not have let Odd travel to her house in her body without teaching him enough japanese to make do at home, and without teaching him how to use chopsticks. Coming to the aftermath of the bodyswap episode, she attributes his failings to him having two braincells.

When things didn't work out with Sam for real, Odd goes to Yumi first, way before he actually tells the others.

"It's okay, Odd. You two were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Things will turn around."

They just love each other, but they're the chaotic big-sis--lil-bro type of friends, so they live to annoy each other most of the time.

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

Fellow, Gidel, and Kit end up hanging out pretty much every Saturday. That’s all nice until Kit, who grew used to doing everything alone, pushes herself too hard when she was feeling unwell.

Kit: *meets Fellow and Gidel but looks unwell*

Fellow: Kit, are you alright? You look sick.

Kit: *teasing* Don’t tell me my brother thinks I look bad! *being serious* I’m fine, just some sniffles.

Gidel: *tugs on her sleeve with a worried look*

Kit: I’m fine. I promise.

—

Kit: *taking a lot of breaks to sit down*

Fellow: *starting to get anxious with memories starting to come up* Kit. Are you sure you’re ok? You look like you’re getting worse.

Kit: I am fine. I can deal with feeling off from sniffles or what are probably some allergies. You’re probably just reminded of what you said happened.

Gidel: *hugs Kit*

Kit: You too. I’m fine.

Fellow: I know I probably am just anxious, but it might be best if we just rest.

Kit: I said I’m fine.

—

Kit ended up fainting with a fever, only saved by Fellow catching her. They brought her to the apartment they’re renting so they could stay near her. Fellow was sent into a mental spiral with flashbacks to when Kit went missing. There is no way he’s leaving her side again. Not when she was going down the same path as when he lost her. Plus Gidel doesn’t want to leave his big sister too.

If Crowley has anything to say about it, he will shut the bird up.

Knowing Crowley, he probably does.

[amor-immortalem]

A Change in Routine

Word Count: 5.4k +

Repost from yesterday cuz my dumbass queued it for the wrong day!

A/N: Allergies were kicking my ass last year, so I didn’t have much energy to finish this up before Mammon’s (and Mahlon’s) birthday hit. I’ve had a whole year to work on this instead, so we’ll see if it’s still any good.

“What do you mean he won’t be home for our birthday?!”

“Honey, your father has a lot of souls to judge.” Arella frowns at the look on her youngest’s face. She always hated it when any of the kids were let down. “He’s trying his best to be done with his work by the weekend but unfortunately, sometimes these things happen. I know it’s disappointing because you two always celebrate your birthdays together, but there’s always next year, right?”

The boy only looks away from his mother frowning. “Yeah, I guess…” and then he runs off to sulk.

“He’ll be fine.” the human tells herself, “Learning how to accept changes will be good for him.”

・・・〆・・・

As the week goes on, Mahlon seems to get more upset over Mammon not being home on their birthday. He doesn’t do any schoolwork- not that grade one offers that much schoolwork to begin with. Even if it did, the little one was too distracted wracking his brain over why his father was really missing their birthday. It had to be something he did.

“Maaaahloonnn, are you even listening to me?” Oliver complains as he waves his hand in front of his cousin’s face. “Helloooo, are you in there?”

The pair were waiting for their mothers after school let out that Friday as both Azalea and Cyrus had been stuck in detention, Henry had cut school to stay home and play video games all day, Melissa and Solaris were at cram school and Aurelius had a photoshoot at Majolish right after R.A.D had gotten out for the day.

“No… I wasn’t. Sorry…” the apology was half-hearted at best. “What were you saying?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” the older half-demon sighs as he takes a seat next to the freckled boy. “You’ve been like this all week- I thought you would be super excited considering your birthday is the day after tomorrow…”

“Daddy won't be home for it this year so what’s the point in being excited?”

“You’re sad about it? I thought you’d like having a party all to yourself this year…”

“I like sharing my birthday with Daddy. That’s the only good thing that makes me special from my brothers and sister… you wouldn’t get it. You’re Aunt Paisley and Uncle Belphie’s only kid so things are different for you, but I have to compete for my parents’ attention with the others…”

Oliver only shrugs as Paisley and Arella arrive.

“Hey, boys.” Paisley smiles as Oliver runs up and all but leaps into their arms. “Did you have a good day?”

“My day was good! I didn’t fall asleep at all during class!” the blue and white-haired boy smiles, “I missed you lots and lots though!”

“Awww, I missed you to, baby.”

“And what about your day, Mahlon?” Arella asks, “Did you have a fun time?”

Mahlon only shrugs, he won’t tell her about all the teasing and bullying that went on throughout the day.. “It was okay, I guess… not a whole lot happened so I guess it was kinda boring…”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Arella kneels down, “I know you’ve been kind of down in the dumps this past week so how about we go get some ice cream to make up for the day, hm?”

Oliver’s eyes lit up at the mention of sweet treat. “Can we go too, Mommy? Please, please, pleeeeease?”

“I don’t really want ice cream,” the black-haired boy says softly. “Sunday, I’m gonna have cake. That’s way too much sweets for one weekend. I just wanna go home…”

Arella and Paisley share a worried look. Mahlon loves ice cream- it’s his most preferred treat when his mood is off and to hear the boy turn down such an offer is surprising.

“He’s really taking the whole news about Mammon being away for his birthday pretty rough, isn’t he?”

“Unfortunately…” Arella sighs before turning her attention back to Mahlon. “Alright well, if you change your mind later, we can always go then.” She offers her hand to him which he takes. “We’ll see you all on Sunday. Have a good night, Paisley. Please remind Belphegor we have that meeting on Monday at 8 am and unless he is actively judging souls in Hell, he needs to be there, awake and alert.

“Alright.” They smile, “Also when is your next trip to the human world going to be? I’d like to go visit my sister and see the sun.”

“Next week, I think… I’ll let you know once I check my calendar.”

After that, the two humans part ways, their children in tow.

・・・〆・・・

Once Arella and Mahlon get home, the boy goes straight to his room. He doesn’t even greet Azalea as she sits in the middle of the living room floor attempting to beat the final boss of a new RPG Levi had lent her. Something not unnoticed by the 20-year-old.

“What’s his deal?” she asks as Arella takes a seat on the couch behind her.

“He’s upset that your father won’t be home for his birthday.” The human frowns. “You know how he likes these types of things to be the same every year and the fact that it’s different this year has been affecting him all week.”

“Oh, he’s so dramatic- it's one birthday.” Azalea rolls her eye, “The kid’s gonna have a billion more to celebrate with Dad, one year won’t hurt nothin’. ‘N besides, Cyrus isn’t doing so hot in his training which is causing all sorts of back-ups for Dad- and I’m out here putting in all this hard work behind the scenes so Cyrus can know what he’s doin’, and yet, it’s being wasted.” She feigns a disappointed sigh, “You can tell he ain’t got the spine for the job... so annoying but what can I do?”

“Well, I appreciate what you’re doing to help your brother- and I’m sure your father does as well even if he doesn’t quite realize it yet.” Arella smiles. “Changing subjects, you had an eye-doctor appointment today- how did that go?”

“Shitty.” the freckled girl replies, “Turns out I can’t see for shit out of my remaining eye. I’m gonna need glasses or a monocle or some shit like that. Hey, do ya think if I got a glass eye to replace the one I’m missin’ that that would be weird?”

“No,” Is all Arella responds with at first, “I think it would make for some interesting pranks with demons who don’t know you very well though.”

“It would, wouldn’t it?” A mischievous grin paints itself on her features, “Thanks for the idea, Mum.”

“Any time, my dear.”

・・・〆・・・

“So, there’s absolutely no way you’ll be able to make it home in time for Sunday?” the human chews on her bottom lip as she washes the dishes from dinner.

“No.” Is Mammon’s response, “I ain’t even gotten through a small fraction of the souls I had to go chase down after Cyrus summoned ‘em but couldn’t judge ‘em fast enough. There has to be a good 5000 left. Probably another 1000 still out runnin’ around the fourth layer too. Some even escaped back up to the human world- Thirteen told me she’d round them all up and haul ‘em back here for me but the whole situation is just a mess.”

He runs a hand through his hair as he sighs.

“This ain’t what I wanna be doing on mine and Mahlon’s birthday of all days. I’d like to be home with y’all, but it just isn’t meant to be this year, I guess.”

“Yeah, Mahlon’s taking it especially hard. I don’t know what it is about your guys’ birthday, but he just refuses to compromise on it. He didn’t even seem too keen on a party because it’s not something we usually do for you two.”

“It’s cuz ya spoil him too much, Babe.” The demon teases, “Every time he even looks like he’s gonna have one of his meltdowns, you cave.”

“And you don’t?” She asks worriedly, “You’ve seen what he does to himself when he gets that upset- the biting, the hitting, the head-banging, the scratching-”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it all. But I don’t let it happen either. I lock the kid down ‘n hold on until he’s done and had a chance to calm down some. It ain’t all that difficult to keep him safe and not let him have his way at the same time.”

“Easy for you to say,” Arella sighs, “I don’t have the physical strength necessary to hold him down like that and with how hard he bangs his head, he might actually break my ribs if he decides to bang his head against my chest, so my only option is to give in to his demands.”

“And that’s why ya have the hardest time setting limits with him, ‘Rella. Get one of his siblings to hold him down- ‘Relius and Cyrus both know how, and Azalea’s seen me do it enough times that she’s got the gist of it too. Anyway, I have to go before I lose these souls that I just managed to bring back. I love you, and I’ll see you... hopefully sometime next week?”

“I love you too. Come back soon.”

She doesn’t know it yet, but the demon’s been lying to her this entire time. He’d managed to catch up on this disaster his son had made earlier in the week and now didn’t have nearly as much work left as he’d told her- maybe just a single night’s worth of work left. All this lying was meant to just be a big surprise for his youngest.

As the pair hang up, Arella can hear some kind of commotion going on upstairs. She runs to go check it out. To her surprise, she sees Mahlon being held down by his sister as he just wails and struggles and screams.

“Hey, hey, it ain’t the end of the world, kid. It’s just one day. It’s not worth hurtin’ yourself over.” Her words end up breaking with each backswing of the six-year-old's head against her chest before she shifted her hands to grasp both of his wrists in one and the other’s placed against Mahlon’s forehead so he couldn’t headbang anymore. Azalea even has her legs placed over his to keep Mahlon’s legs from kicking violently. “It’s okay for things to be a little bit different.”

“NO, IT’S NOT!” The black-haired boy shrieks at the top of his lungs as he coughs in between sobs. He starts squirming to get out of his sister’s grasp, but she’s got him locked down. “I WANT DADDY!”

“Well, Daddy ain’t here and carryin’ on this way ain’t gonna make him magically appear either.” Azalea’s tone is stern as she looks over at their mother. “Look, Mum’s here. You’re scaring her by acting like this. I can let you go but we need to have a calm body first.”

“NO!” Again, the six-year-old wriggles and squirms. “I WANT DADDY! I WANT DADDY HOME WITH US FOR OUR BIRTHDAY!”

“Mahlon, honey, this is quite enough.” Arella is kneeling down in front of her youngest. “I know this is a big change for you, but we can’t help that your father won’t be here. Nothing can stay the same forever. Everything always changes even if it’s just a little bit.”

“B-but I don’t wa-nt it to!” The little half-demon's voice hiccups as he starts to calm down. He’s still heaving breaths as he sniffles.

“I know, Baby.” the human smiles sadly as she wipes the remaining tears away, “But as time goes on, that’s just what happens. There’s no reasoning to it.”

As the child finally de-escalates, Azalea let’s him go. Arella can’t help but try to cover up the wince her face takes at the sight of his little arms all scratched and bitten up. All the wounds were superficial, thankfully, but they still look painful.

“My head hurts...” is all Mahlon mumbles as he leans against his mother.

“Well, yeah, I bet.” Azalea grumbles as she rubs the spot on her chest that he’d been all but bashing his head against. “You’ll feel better in a bit once you calm down a bit more.”

“I can give you something for the pain,” Arella says as she wraps the six-year-old up in her arms. “Azalea, do you want anything for your chest? You look like you’re in pain.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine.” She’s scrolling through her fabsnap when she comes across a shipping video between her, the poster, and her twin. “Grooooossss, why’re people even inta real-person-fiction? It’s kinda depressing to be honest.”

Arella merely shrugs. “Comes with the price of coming from a family as well-known as ours. Just block them and move on.”

“Those are the types of people who didn’t get bullied enough as kids and it shows.” The 20-year-old chuckles. “Like we’d even be into sharing partners with each other anyway.”

“Azalea. Just ignore it if you’re uncomfortable with it. The longer you watch and engage with it, the more frequently that type of content will appear on your feed.”

“Fine, fine, I’m done. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a project I still need to finish before the party on Sunday.” She’s off before either Mahlon or Arella can ask what she was working on.

・・・〆・・・

It’s rather early in the morning- just before the crack of dawn- when Mammon sneaks into the house. This was supposed to be a surprise, not only for his youngest, but for his wife as well who was none the wiser about what was really going on. He finds her in the kitchen, brewing her usual morning cup of tea.

Quietly, he inches closer and closer until...

“Gotcha!” Mammon wraps his arms around her waist.

Arella reacts immediately, head flying back and hitting the demon square in the mouth. The white-haired male recoils letting out a pained groan as he stumbles back.

“Mammon!?” Arella’s surprised as she gets a better look at him in the dim kitchen light. “Oh, Love, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“Totally,” He’s still covering his mouth as he leans against the counter. “I’m fine.”

Unconvinced, the human only grabs an ice pack from the freezer. “How many times have I told you not to sneak up on me like that? Let me see your mouth.”

“Hundreds,” Mammon does as he’s asked, revealing the freshly busted lip he received from this exchange. “I thought it would go better than this...”

“Well, unfortunately that’s not the case.” She sighs as she wraps the ice pack in a towel and hands it to her husband. “You could have told me you were coming home early, you know?”

“And have you ruin the surprise for Mahlon? Nah. Speaking of, is he still in bed? I thought he woulda been up by now even with it being a rough night for y’all.”

“So, you heard about that? You can thank your daughter for stepping in to help.”

“She did? I’m surprised.”

“Yes, she did. Anyway, to answer your question, yes, he’s still sleeping- well more like he just fell asleep not too long ago. There was a lot of self-injurious behavior, so Azalea’s been sitting with him the past couple of hours. You can be the one to wake him up later.”

“Yeah sure, but for right now…” Mammon wraps his arms around her waist as he leans in for a kiss, “since we’re the only ones up ‘n all, I figured we could-”

“No.” The human chuckles softly as she dabs at his lip with a paper towel. “After I have my tea, I promised Azalea I would finish wrapping the present she made for Mahlon and after that I’m starting on the culinary prep work for today’s party and then breakfast. Buuuut if you’re a good boy today, then I promise we’ll have time for that later once the kids all go to bed.”

“Fiiiiine,” The demon purses his lips in a pout at the rejection. “Can I at least get one kiss? It is my birthday after all.”

Arella leans over and presses a kiss to his cheek. “You can’t trick me that easily, Mammon. We’ve been together long enough that I know one kiss isn’t just one kiss with you. Now, run along and go get some rest. You’ll need it if I’m going to have my fun with you tonight.” She gives her husband a pat to the cheek as she turns back to the kettle that was now whistling.

“Nah, I think I’ll stay and help.”

・・・〆・・・

At about 11:30, after a whole seven and a half hours of assisting his wife, Mammon decides it’s time to wake Mahlon for the day.

As he ascends the steps up to the second level, who should he run into but his daughter. She was just coming out of her youngest brother’s room when Mammon calls out to her.

“Thanks for helping your ma out last night, Zay.”

“Hmm? Yeah, don’t worry about it.” The half-demon yawns. “Cyrus and Aurelius seemed pretty fit to be tied with the kid last night, so I just dealt with it. Don’t expect it to be a regular occurrence though.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it- anyway, it’s just nice to know I can count on ya to step up when we need it.”

With nothing more said between the two, Azalea stalks off back to her room and Mammon continues of his mission to wake up Mahlon.

As he enters the child’s room, he knelt down beside his son’s bed.

“Mahlon, time to wake up, Buddy.”

The little half-demon grumbles as he rolls away.

“Mahlon,” the demon tries once more, “Mommy made breakfast for you. Its gonna get cold.”

“Noooo,” this time there’s an audible response as Mahlon pulls his pillow over his head. “Want Daddy.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m the one wakin’ ya up then.” Mammon’s voice is a little louder, a little clearer than the gentle tone he’d just been using.

It takes the boy a little longer to process what he’s just heard than usual, but when it clicks, Mahlon sits up frantically with wide multicolored eyes.

“Surprise!”

“Daddy!”

The seven-year-old leaps forward, nearly knocking his father to the ground as he wraps his arms around the demon’s neck in a tight hug. Mammon’s able to catch himself before he manages to topple over though.

“You said you weren’t gonna be home in time.” Mahlon’s voice comes out muffled.

“Thought I wasn’t for a minute there,” Mammon sighs as he stands up and heads downstairs, “but I worked extra hard so I could be home in time to celebrate with you.” He sets the boy down as they reach the kitchen.

“There’s the birthday boy!” Arella smiles as she sets Mahlon’s plate at the table. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Mhm. I slept really good. I’m still kinda sleep.”

“Didn’t know being an obnoxious little brat could be so exhausting,” another voice grumbles under their breath from the table.

“Aurelius, enough.” The human replies sternly. “Finish up your breakfast so you’re not late for your photoshoot.”

“Don’t got one anymore after a certain someone decided to bite me so hard his fangs broke skin,” his green eyes send an annoyed glare towards his younger brother who misses the malice behind it completely.

“Don’t have your arm near my mouth then.” Mahlon shoots back as he sticks his tongue out.

“Don’t be so out of hand that I have to restrain you!” He stands suddenly and Arella puts a barrier up between the two of them to keep anyone from getting hurt.

“No thanks, boys. We’re not doing this right now. Both of you need to finish your breakfast and then you can go your separate ways until the party.”

“And when you’re done, Aurelius,” Mammon pops his head in through the kitchen serving hatch, “come see me in Mom’s office. I wanna talk to ya about something.”

Mahlon just gives his older brother a smug look when neither of their parents are looking, thinking he’d won their little exchange, to which Aurelius just rolls his eyes and shovels what remained of his breakfast into his mouth.

・・・〆・・・

“So, you wanted to see me?” Aurelius asks as he closes the door to the office. He’s surprised to see his older siblings sitting in the chairs in front of the desk. “Well at least I know I’m not in trouble if the two of you are here as well.”

“Ya weren’t in trouble to begin with, kid.” The demon has to suppress a soft chuckle, “Pop a squat, it’ll only be a couple minutes for you. Your brother and sister however- well I got more than just a couple of minutes worth of lecture for them.”

Once Aurelius has taken a seat next to his sister, all three of them wait patiently.

“I want y’all to stop helping with your brother.” Mammon starts after a long pause. None of them can believe what they just heard.

“Come again?” Azalea is the first to speak. “Did you say ‘stop’ helping?”

“I did.” The demon nods as he looks over some files on the computer. “Mahlon’s seven now so he won’t need as much constant supervision like he did when he was really little. Not to mention, I’m leaving modeling altogether after my next photoshoot so I’ll be able to home all the time now.”

Aurelius’s eyes widen at hearing the news.

“So no more babysitting after that?” The youngest of the three asks. “And what about your throne in Hell? Are you abdicating that as well?” This was great news.

“Nah, I’m still gonna hold onto that for a while. With that whole mess that your brother and sister made for me to clean up down there, it proves to me to Cyrus definitely isn’t ready to take over just yet.”

Cyrus only looks away out of embarrassment and mumbles a small ‘sorry’.

“That’s all I really wanted to talk with you about, Aurelius. You’re free to go. Majolish will probly be calling ya by the end of this week to see if you’re interested in filling my spot so be on the look out for that.”

“Right,” the half-demon gets up and heads out, a new spring in his step as he can hear his father lay into his siblings about summoning all the souls that had escaped the throne room in hell. “Well sucks to be them I guess.”

・・・〆・・・

With the party in full swing, Mammon and Mahlon both find it difficult not to let themselves have a good time. While the adults and the older kids were all occupied by hearing embarrassing stories about Mammon’s past, much to the demon’s chagrin, Mahlon and the cousins he was closest in age to just ended up snooping around his gifts- well more like just Mahlon and Oliver. Hakan was trying to help himself to a tenth helping of chips and a taco dip that Isabella had brought.

“What’re you even trying to do, Mahlon? The ginger-haired half-demon asks as he enjoys the newly acquired dip on his plate. “Usually, when people snoop around their gifts, there’s a lot of shaking of the boxes. They don’t just stare at them.”

“I was trying to see if my powers had come in yet or if I had any magic like Mommy yet…” he sighs, “but I guess the doctor wasn’t lying when they said I’d never get either…”

“You don’t need any of that though,” Oliver smiles. “I like you just the way you are.”

Mahlon doesn’t say anything in response. As the adults announce its time to cut the cake, the black-haired half-demon takes off.

・・・〆・・・

Mahlon hides out in the backyard behind a tree as he tries to stifle his tears. How could his cousin say that? ‘I like you just the way you are,’ what a joke. They’re family. He has to like him even if it’s only just a little bit. What Mahlon really wants is for his peers to like him.

As the boy wipes at his eyes, he feels someone take a seat next to him.

“Was the party too much for ya, buddy?” Mammon’s voice is soft, worrying that any louder might push the child into an overstimulation meltdown. When the seven-year-old only shakes his head, the demon lets out a sigh of relief. “That’s good. Do ya know what’s got ya so upset?” A nod this time. “Did it have something to do with whatever Oliver said to you?”

“Kinda… he’s not in trouble, is he?”

“No,” Mammon smiles as he ruffles Mahlon’s already messy curly hair. “We were all just really confused when you took off like that. Ya wanna tell me what the deals is?”

“It’s dumb…” the freckled half-demon admits. “You’ll laugh at me.”

“I really won’t. You could tell me the dumbest thing in the world ‘n I still wouldn’t laugh at ya.”

“… it’s ‘cause I don’t have any powers or magic yet. The other kids at school tease me, call me a freak and it hurts my feelings.”

“Oh, Mahlon… I’m sorry, buddy. I know that’s gotta be really tough to go through, especially when you look at your siblings and cousins and see them with theirs…” Mammon wraps an arm around the little one and pulls him into tight side hug.

“They say th-there’s s-something wrong with me. That I-I’m-m broken and-and-”

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay. Just take a couple deep breaths, alright?” He brushes away Mahlon’s tears and holds him tight even as the green-to-blue-to-gold-eyed boy starts to thump the side of his head against Mammon’s chest. “No, we’re not doin’ any of that right now, lil’ man.”

They sit in silence for a few moments until the worst of it passes before the demon speaks again.

“It doesn’t matter what those kids say to you Mahlon, ‘cause they don’t know nothin’. I know what they said to you hurts but you ain’t broken. You’re just built different and that’s what makes you so special. When you grow up, there’re gonna be opportunities that only you will have because you don’t have any demonic powers or magic.”

“Like what?” His multicolored eyes peer up at his father.

“Well, for starter:” Mammon smiles, “you are the only one out of you and your siblings that will be able to have the choice to live in the human world if that’s what you want. No magic or powers means you won’t be so easily clocked as anything other than just a normal human.”

“Really?”

“Really, really.” He smiles. “‘N besides, why would ya ever wanna be just like everyone else when you can be one-of-a-kind? The teasing and bullyin’ll be short-lived but one day, you’re gonna meet people that will like you for you, not what you can do. Trust me on it.”

Slowly, Mahlon nods. “Okay.”

“Good,” Mammon stands, with a slight bounce, making Mahlon laugh as he grabs on tighter to his father, “now, let’s back to the party. There’s a big ol’ piece of cake with your name on it, literally.”

・・・〆・・・

The rest of the party goes off without a hitch. After it seemed all the presents were opened, their family began to take their leave. That’s when Azalea pulls her youngest brother aside for a moment.

“Here,” she produces one last gift from behind her back and handed it to Mahlon.

The box is pretty as the black-haired boy inspects it. He begins to open it slowly, pulling the lid off and peaking inside.

He looks up at her with surprise before reaching in to pull the gift from its container.

“A Blue Jay!” He smiles wide as he hugs the stuffed toy tightly and is delighted to find the toy lets off the calls of the bird it's made after. “Thank you!” He wraps his arms around her in hug. “I love him.”

“Yeah, yeah, no worries, squirt. Just make sure you take care of it. I’m not makin’ ya another one if ya lose it or it gets broken somehow.” Azalea manages to extricate herself from the hug before walking past her brother. “If y’re up for one more surprise, follow me out to the Aviary, yeah?”

And that piques Mahlon’s curiosity as he follows his sister’s lead. When the pair arrive, they’re greeted by Mammon’s crows all huddled around their master as he fiddles around with the doors of the incubator he has for eggs some of his younger crows won't care for.

“I got him, Dad.”

“Thanks, Mahlon, c’mere. I wanna show you something.” Mammon picks up something out of the incubator and kneels down to his son’s height.

The young boy can only watch in awe as a fledgling jay pokes her head out of his hands to look around at her surroundings. When the bird sees Mahlon, she chirps happily.

“Wanna hold her? She’s yours.” The demon asks as Mahlon nods furiously.

“Where did she come from?” He asks, “We don’t have blue jays down here.”

“A cat brought her down here to make a meal out of her- if you look really closely, you’ll see her wings still kinda messed up so she can’t fly all that well yet.” He explains, “in a few weeks she’ll be good as new but you’re gonna help me take care of her til that happens.”

“Okay,”

“So, what’s ‘er name?” Azalea asks, one of her own familiars swooping down and landing on her shoulder and dropping a pretty rock into her left palm.

“Doesn’t she have one already?” Mahlon asks.

“You’re her master,” Mammon explains with a chuckle, “wouldn’t be right if anyone else named her.”

“What about… what about Azul… that’s a good name, right, Daddy? Azalea don’t laugh at me!”

“It is if you say it is.” Mammon swats at Azalea to get her to stop snickering at the name her little brother had chosen for his first familiar. “Now, let’s put ‘er back to bed so she can rest her wing. We’ll see her in the morning.”

Mahlon nods as he gives the bird in his hands a gentle kiss on the head as he sets her back in the incubator.

As the three of them all head in for the night, Mahlon can’t help but think this was the best birthday he’d ever had.

・・・〆・・・

Once all the kids are out for the night, Arella takes the time to seek out her husband in the living room where he’s just finished cleaning up the mess left from the party.

He hasn’t realized she was coming up behind him, so Arella takes the chance to get a little payback for this morning.

“Maaaammmon!” The sound of her voice and the ways she wraps her arms around his neck as she jumps up onto his back makes the demon jump.

“Wha- Arella!” He’s not amused by his wife’s antics. “I coulda really hurt ya just now.”

“And it would be worth every bit of pain. Think of it as payback for this morning.” She kisses his cheek and drops back down to the floor. “Did you have a good birthday, Love?”

“Yeah, it was great actually.” He nods as he turns to face her, pulling her close. “Third best birthday ever.”

“Third? What were the first two?”

“The last one we had with Cyrus before he went missing and the year we had Mahlon.” Mammon smiles as he takes a seat in the couch, pulling his wife down with him.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed your special day. I actually have one more gift for you. Would you like it?”

“Do ya even gotta ask?” Mammon leans in for a kiss, but Arella stops him by holding up a small box to his lips. “Oh, you meant an actual gift…”

“Don’t worry, Dear.” she laughs softly at his slight disappointment, “We’ll still do what I promised this morning, but I wanted you to open this last- when it was just us.”

“What is it?” He studies the box before opening it. “A new ring? Thanks, Babe.”

“Look on the inside. It’s engraved with a message.”

“For my soulmate, I would conquer time, space, and even death itself…” he takes a moment to take in the words etched into the band. “Oh, you are so corny… but I don’t think I’d change it for the world.”

He leans in and presses a kiss to her lips, leaning his forehead against hers once he pulls away.

“Love you, ‘Rella…”

“I love you too, Mammon. Happy Birthday.”

・・・〆・・・

End

[steviexwagner]

Stevie cocked her head and gave him a reassuring smile before shaking her head. "You don't have to go and you don't have to eat quickly, okay? You're welcome here. I'm not going to hold you hostage, though. If you want to go, it's okay. I promise you you're free to join us. I'd love to get to know you." She loved having people over and her home was welcome to basically everyone. She was always inviting and interested in people, like her grandmother was, and did want to know more about this man that knew Johnny.

Zoe smiled at him and said okay before she continued feeding her baby sister. As Vicente confirmed he had no allergies, Stevie relaxed and continued makinf lunch. "Thank you. My grandma bought it in 1995 and we moved up from Georgia. I inherited it when she passed when the twins were babies." She said, forcing herself not to feel the guilt about that as she usually did. She started in the fourth sandwich and a smile came over her again as he said that Johnny talked and wrote about her a lot. "I hope all good things." She teased; knowing full well Johnny would never say anything bad. They loved each other too much to do that. "He told me about you too. At least we are now, right?" She smiled and finished the sandwich. "Zo, I'll take Naomi if you get your brother." She said and watched as her oldest left before she grabbed the baby out of the high chair to clean her up. "So, tell me about yourself. Where are you from?"

He’s got one boot off and there are children. He knew about children, the children–from the letters. But they’d always been something of an abstract kind of thing. Again, he feels like he’s intruding. The door is right there. “I…I can just go,” he says jerking his thumb over his shoulder back towards the door “I mean–you did invite me in for lunch so it would be rude but I can just…I can eat real fast.” 

His attention is back on the children, on Zoe and he opts for the headspace he dips into when he’s out amongst the public; awkwardly crossing paths through the petting zoo between tasks. It’s still a work in progress, slotting into civilian lifestyle. Some days are easier than others. “Hi,” he says to her, to the little girl “Vicente can be a bit of a mouthful for…little mouths, call me V if you’d like, little miss.” 

It’s easier. A quicker way to break down the walls and opt for familiarity. And these people, Stevie and her children who are also Johnny’s children are closer to the familiar than any other soul in this town, of that he was certain. He gets to work on his second boot before following his host “No allergies ma’am, stomach of steel–ain’t met nothing yet I can’t knock back.” 

Not to say her cooking would be in that category and he was quick to correct that “I’m sure it’ll be delicious,” he looks around some as he walks “You have a beautiful home.”

It was the kind of thing that felt right, felt painfully obvious too as he fell silent taking in the sights. Thumbs hooking through his belt loops as he stands in place not quite sure where to seat himself until the silence (as much silence as one can have with three whole children) “He talked about you a lot,” it was another kind of thing that felt needed saying “Wrote about you a lot too–kinda wild it’s taken me this long to…get to meet you.”

[shinobusupremecy]

👋 heyo 👋 I want to say your content is amazing and you are one of my favorite shinobu writer, I'd also like to participate in the 500 followers event (congratulations on that btw) and the letters I'd like to choose are : g (gentle) ; i (i love you) ; j(jealousy) and q (quiz) hope you'll enjoy writing these and no rush take your time

~k.g

Shinobu x gn!reader FLUFF alphabet (G, I, J Q)

A/N: Ahh I am so happy that you like my content! It makes me happy I’m one of your favorites! I am glad you participated in this event, you’re the first one!

Not proofread, I apologize!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Shinobu is very gentle, so so gentle. Her touch is so soothing and her voice is so comforting. Shinobu mostly got her gentleness from her sister and later further learned to be gentle when she had to take care of the butterfly girls and her sister. Shinobu loves to hold you and she always does so gently, it can feel like if Shinobu holds you too hard you will break. Whenever you need comfort Shinobu will cuddle you all while whispering comforting words to you. Shinobu thinks that by being gentle you will feel very loved and treated like a human and not some doll you can just drag around.

Emotionally she is not gentle with herself due to the constant state of anger she’s in and the self hate she feels but to you she is.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It’s most likely that she will confess first but other than that she’s not so quick to say the L-word. Mostly because she really wants to think if she’s truly fallen in love or if it’s just a small crush.

Shinobu doesn’t date just for fun, she dates to marry. She will consider if you’re really the person she wants to spend the rest of her life with, if you’re really the one.

Just thinking of all that makes the wait long. What mostly holds her back though is the fear of getting rejected by you and ruining the friendship you two already have.

So if you’re not gonna confess first then you’ll have to wait for a good while.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She gets jealous quite often but tries to ignore those feelings. To her, being jealous is immature so when she thinks she’s jealous she is in denial. But it’s clear when she’s jealous, the way she sometimes spy on you and the other person you’re talking to, when she comes forward and drags you away to help her with a task you know full well she’s capable of handling herself and how her voice becomes more passive agressive, depending on the person she’s talking to.

If you really wanna know why she’s jealous then that’s because she is insecure and can overthink alot. She might think you want someone that is stronger, have more time for you, isn’t so busy, maybe not so teasing? All those thoughts are partially the reason why she acts the way she acts.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Shinobu rememberes what she deems as important. What’s your favorite food, what do you like to do, your boundries, do you have any allergy, are you diagnozed with something? Do you take any medication? Stuff like that.

But of course Shinobu will remeber the more fun part like what’s your favorite color and animal.

[startanewdream]

Sometimes I write the most random things at night.

This is a Part 2 (3?) of that comfort Sirius Lives AU where Sirius would never shut up about Harry and Ginny getting together (or my point that Harry would be happier if anyone had lived).

Part 1 | Part 2 (no need to read them)

_______________

‘All things packed? Socks folded and all?’

Harry jumps, turning to Sirius with a fond smile; he has just closed his trunk. ‘You know, nobody ever asked me that.’

‘Remus told me to ask you. He’s adamant I should be a serious godfather.’

Harry grins. ‘He did not.’

‘He may have used the word responsible instead,’ Sirius agrees, grinning. 'People seem to avoid the word "serious" near me.'

Sirius crosses his arm, leaning against the door of Harry’s room (Harry has a room there that he decorated with Sirius’ help, with his personal belongings that no one judges him for), watching Harry with attention.

‘Excited for tomorrow?’

Harry shrugs. He loves Hogwarts but he won’t deny that for the first time he wasn’t counting the days to go back. Between Sirius’ company, the summer days at the Burrow and the first vacation he took since… since forever, he could add a few more days to that summer break.

‘You’ll enjoy the Sixth Year,’ Sirius says. ‘Lots of free time. It’s so relaxing after O.W.L.s.’ There is a smirk on Sirius’ face now. ‘Good dating opportunities too.’

Harry rolls his eyes, his face reddening.

‘What?’ Sirius asks, innocent. ‘I meant about your friends, Ron and Hermione. They were all over each other this summer, didn’t you see?’

‘They are always like that.’

‘Talking to each other all the time, finding every excuse to be together, laughing until late in the night—’

‘Fine, fine, I won’t be surprised.’

But Sirius hasn’t stopped. ‘—Teasing each other non-stop, flying together every sunset—’

‘That wasn’t them,’ Harry interrupts, frowning.

Sirius blinks. ‘No? Oh, right, I was thinking about you and Ginny, sorry.’ He doesn’t look remorseful, though.

Something warm spreads through Harry. His neck burns—maybe he’s got some allergy.

‘Come on, Ginny and I—we are nothing like Ron and Hermione.’

‘No, no, you bicker a lot less. More of a teasing banter. Well, to each couple their own foreplay—’

‘Foreplay? Couple? No, no.’

‘Yes, yes.’

‘I am not—we are not—Ron’s sister—she has a boyfriend!’

‘Well, people are allowed to make bad choices once in a while,’ Sirius notes, shrugging, evidently not considering Ginny’s relationship status a problem.

‘You… you are out of your mind, really. I don’t… I can’t fancy her!’

‘Why not?’

‘Because she… she is Ron’s sister.’

‘Well, Lily was Petunia’s sister, imagine if James considered that.’

‘Ugh, Sirius. It’s nothing to do—Ron would never accept it.’

‘Good thing it’s not Ron who you want to snog.’

‘Snog? I don’t… I can’t—’

‘Fine,’ Sirius sighs, though the smile is still on his face. It’s a victorious smile that does nothing to calm Harry. ‘Tell me you can’t see yourself snogging Ginny and I’ll drop it.’

‘I…’

He begins the phrase with the full intention of finishing it, but now that Sirius has mentioned it, his voice extremely reasonable, Harry can’t avoid the thought. It is easy, strangely easy, as if his unconsciousness has been harbouring these images for a while, almost a dream of a dream, and until then Harry didn’t realize they existed.

But now all he can see as clearly as if they happened is the scene of him and Ginny after one of their silly races, reaching the ground and dismounting the broom still laughing, still full with the adrenaline of the dive. Ginny’s hair is all windswept, escaping her ponytail, framing her red face; her freckles are highlighted after so much sun exposure and this time, in his mind, Harry doesn’t resist the urge to get closer to count them.

But when he is close, with that fragrance of her perfume—the one he is also sure he didn’t notice until now, though some part of him has always registered how good-smelling she is—, staring at Ginny’s warm brown eyes, the smile on her lips…

All he can think of is that he would like very much to kiss her, no matter that she has a boyfriend or that she is Ron’s sister.

There is only Ginny.

‘AHA!’ Sirius’ cry makes Harry jump, blinking, the image of Ginny in front of him suddenly evaporating. ‘You Potters have the same pining face. It’s so adorable!’

‘No, it’s not! What—what do I do now, Sirius?’

‘Only one thing to do! Make her realize she fancies you too!’

‘But… she has a boyfriend,’ Harry mumbles, and then his face is replaced by Dean’s in his mind, and it’s Dean who is close to Ginny. He closes his eyes. ‘I feel like… like there is a monster in my chest and—’

‘Monster in your chest? We gotta better up your metaphors, Harry. But don’t worry, we will get there.’

‘I… I shouldn’t get there, she is still Ron’s sister…’

‘Ron? Your best friend Ron? The one thing you would miss the most?’

‘Yeah—he will feel like I am betraying him—’

‘Harry, you are best friends. I would even say brothers, but that would get weird considering how you definitely don’t see Ginny as your sister… But the point is that he would be happy for you! His best friend and his sister? I would be.’

‘You don’t have a sister.’

‘Good point. I have no idea how it would be, but, hey, I supported your mother with your father, and all because I saw how amazing they were together! You would support Ron and Hermione, right?’

‘I guess… I mean, I want them to be happy. If snogging would lessen their fights...’

‘Snogging helps a lot to channelize energy into something else,’ Sirius promises him. ‘You’ll see.’

Harry doesn’t look convinced. ‘Ginny still has a boyfriend.’

‘Nonsense, I’ve seen how she looks at you. And Fred and George may have mentioned something about a crush?’

‘Oh, that was years ago. Hermione told me Ginny is… over me.’

‘Then let’s get her under you! No, wait, that came out wrong. What I mean is to show her that you belong together!’

‘How do I do that?’

‘Don’t worry, I will guide you. I am an amazing matchmaker. You should have seen me with your parents.’

‘Didn’t my father take at least two years to make my mother date him?’

‘Well, you are here, right? Or as we used to call you, the final proof that James Potter and Lily Evans had—’

‘Okay! Don’t say it!’

‘That they had a love for each other, Harry,’ Sirius finishes, shaking his head, the smirk on his face bigger than ever. ‘Gods, what did you think I would say?’

Harry is sure his face is redder than the Gryffindor banners decorating the room.

‘Fine, I will listen to you.’

‘Oh, perfect.’ Sirius walks to sit on Harry’s bed, his face shining with something that Harry suddenly associates with mischief. He looks years wounger. ‘Let me share with you a wisdom I once shared with your mother—’

‘My mother?’

‘Yeah, well, you are much more like in her situation than with your father. All things considered, you are the one who fancies someone who supposedly got over you.’

‘This happened to them?’

‘Oh, yeah, by our last year they were just friends. Lily was convinced that James had moved on, and James was convinced she couldn’t ever like him back. It was rather pathetic and they were both wrong, let me tell you.’

‘Then what?’

‘Oh, lie in, Harry, let me tell you this bedtime story: how your parents got together. Once upon a time…’

[amjustagirl]

Notes: Title stolen from Song Of The Soul XXII by Khalil Gibran.

Companion piece: In the absence of sound (she hears her heart break)

Wrote this indulgent piece angst and fluff to reset after the very angsty The Astrophile (which took a lot of my own heart). As always, comments are gladly appreciated <3

Summary: Yaku bursts into her life like a hurricane, even whilst Akaashi lingers on like the memory of a summer breeze.

Pairings: Yaku x reader, Akaashi x reader

She runs into Yaku at the New Year’s Party the Japanese embassy in Moscow throws for expatriates (a fancy term to describe birds who’ve flown the coop after finding it unbearably small). He’s in the middle of chattering with a bemused waiter in very broken Russian about the spread when he explodes into a delighted laugh, so loud that she startles and spills her drink all over his shoes.

Pandemonium ensues – the restaurant staff scatter to fetch napkins and she’s trying to pick up the pieces of her broken glass, stammering out apologies (because dear god, her boss is going to have her head for upsetting a guest – especially one so prominent as Yaku Morisuke, the only Japanese volleyball player who broke into the Russian professional league), when his laugh cuts through the noise.

‘This was my favourite pair of shoes’ he tells her when he stops laughing, and she’s about to launch into a litany of apologies when he grins at her cheekily – ‘But you can make it up to me by buying me dinner instead’.

‘Now?’ she gapes at him in shock. ‘I can’t, I’m working’.

‘Whenever’, he answers, stealing her phone from her hands. ‘Look – here’s my number. Call me when you can’.

She’s left in shock, watching him in silence as he bounces off to join another conversation.

She texts him that night (because a deal is a deal, and she always pays her debts) and they arrange to meet the next day at a dumpling place he recommends.

She’s there five minutes early, and he bursts into the restaurant five minutes late, apologizing whilst complaining about goddamned Russian traffic. He orders for the both of them in such an excruciatingly terrible Russian accent that she winces, but he must have been here before because the waiter takes their order without batting an eye. The owner, a wizened old lady with apples in her cheeks swings by to smack kisses on his cheeks noisily.

‘It’s a little strange, but it’s the closest thing I can find to home’, he tells her when the waiter presents them with their dumplings with a flourish. It is indeed strange – the dumpling skin is thicker and doughier than she’s used to with Japanese  gyozas, stuffed with varying fillings of beef and pork and cheese, but his eyes are bright when she takes her first bite and gives a hum of appreciation because it is as he says, strange but good.

There is indeed an echo of home in her heart but she clamps it down firmly.

‘It’s good right?’ he asks and she nods mutely, mouth full of dumplings. He talks her ear away, telling her about his time in the Russian league, how he’s just made the first team this week. She learns he can’t remember a time when he doesn’t know the feel of a volleyball in his hands, and how he broke his mother’s heart when he chose to train outside of Japan, six thousand, four hundred and forty-eight miles away from home.  

He asks her why she’s in Moscow. She tells him she’s studied Russian as a child – her father, a math professor, believed it necessary for her and her sister to learn Russian, and while she’s never quite had a head for numbers, she takes to languages like a fish to water – and since she was looking for a new adventure, Moscow seemed like a good fit.

(She does not tell him she’s actually on the run from her broken heart)

‘You can teach me Russian then’, his words presumptuous, but there’s mirth and warmth flickering in his eyes that makes her hesitate to tell him off.

‘Maybe’, she responds with a shrug, standing up to pay the bill. To her surprise he lets her pay without a fight - very unlike Akaashi, who had only agreed grudgingly to allow her to split the bill on their first date.

‘It’s my turn to pay when we go out next time’, he tells her when they stand outside the restaurant about to part.

‘Will there be a next time?’ she asks him archly, and he pouts at her with puppy-dog eyes. He texts her less than five minutes after he takes his leave, inviting her to an ice skating rink.

To neither of their surprise, there is indeed, a next time, and a next time after that.

Yaku has an extremely sweet tooth, unlike Akaashi who prefers the bitterness of black coffee.

She tells him to drop in on her apartment after training (only if he’s up to it of course, she’s learnt that lesson from Akaashi after all). He does so without complaint, and she’s removing the pie from the oven when he lets himself in with the key he sweet-talked out of her.

‘Tadaima’, he calls cheerily, pressing a kiss to her cheek as he drops his gloves on the kitchen table. ‘Is that for me?’ he asks, gaping bug-eyed at the steaming pie in her hands.    

‘I don’t see anyone else it could be for’, she teases, setting the pie down on the table, cutting him a slice. The fruit seller at the corner of her street had a sale on apples, and she remembers Yaku telling her that he used to buy apple pie on the way to school every week, but would always end up giving it up to Kenma as a bribe to train harder during practice and finish running his laps.

He takes a bite and moans loudly even though he burns his tongue – it’s so good, a flaky, buttery crust hiding a jammy filling of caramelized apple and browned butter. It tastes like home in the fall when the leaves turn golden and red, when his mother brings home apples on discount from the store and he and his little brothers fight over the apples pastries his grandmother makes.

‘I love you’, he declares firmly, as he reaches for a second helping, and he pretends not to notice when she shrinks back and does not respond.

Yaku revels in public displays of affection - unlike Akaashi, who used to shy away from it.

‘I like your hair. Have you always kept it short?’ He asks her one day when they’re feeding ducks in the park near his house.

She laughs at him as he quacks exaggeratedly back at a very greedy duck chasing the bread in his hand and answers without thinking - ‘no, I cut it before I left Japan because I hear it’s what break-ups make you do’. Then she freezes, because this is the first time she’s ever alluded to Keiji to him – it’s a part of her life that she’d very much like to bury in a deep, dark vault and throw the key away.

But the expression on his face is very much like a cat eyeing a rat it’d like very much to trap and she’s right, he’s relentless (she should’ve known that, could’ve seen that from just watching one of his matches). As he walks her home, she finds herself telling him about Keiji - how his lack of affection and inability to step away from his job created a silence so still she heard her heart break.

When she finishes what she self-deprecatingly terms her tale of woe, he pulls her to a stop, ignoring the indignant protests of the people walking behind them. ‘What on earth, Mori’, she squawks, but he ignores her too, choosing instead to wind his hands into the ends of her scarf and tug her face to face with him. She does not want to look at him, does not want to see pity in his eyes – but there is none of that, only a quiet tenderness that warms her to her core.

‘I love you’, he tells her softly, and it’s a wonder she can hear every inflection of his voice through the rush of blood to her ears. ‘I will continue saying it as many times as you need, as loudly as I can until your heart is no longer broken and the silence is gone’.

Then, without an ounce of shame, he kisses her right in the middle of the busy street, completely oblivious to the glares of the people who pass them by.

Yaku is quick to anger, whereas Akaashi is the calm before the storm.

She’s told him again and again not to send her flowers – she swears she’s developed an allergy to them, the memory of Keiji sending her flowers every Friday even after they broke up sends bile up her throat (pink camellias for longing, violets for devotion, forget-me-nots for obvious reasons) – but Yaku doesn’t listen and sends her a bouquet of red roses for her birthday (for love).

So she screams at him when he pops by her flat after training –  because why on earth doesn’t he just listen to her, he knows she hates flowers, what on earth would possess him to send her flowers for her birthday, and he screams back that he does, damn it - but he’s not Keiji, he’s spent their entire time together trying to prove that, why can’t she just trust him for once.

Finally, he storms out shouting that he’ll come back when she’s calmed down, when she’s finally ready to forgive him for whatever Keiji has done – even though for the last goddamned time, he’s not bloody Keiji and she sinks to the floor, wondering why she’s allowed the ghost of Keiji to continue haunting her, six thousand, four hundred and forty-eight miles away from home.  

He’s right - it isn’t fair to him for her to keep comparing him to Keiji, to keep watching and waiting for him to slip up, not when he’s poured all his love and affection into her – into them . He’s not Keiji, never has been and never will be, and she wonders if this is the point his patience and kindness and love finally runs out.

But she’s not going to let another man she loves walk out of her life without a fight.

So she throws on her coat and climbs down the stairs, determined to march to Yaku’s apartment just a couple of streets away when she slams into him head-first at the corner of her street. ‘I’m sorry’ they both chorus immediately, and despite themselves, they break into a laugh.

‘I’m sorry for not listening’, he says, but she shakes her head, determined to say her piece. ‘You're right, it's my fault for not letting Keiji go. I should have figured this out earlier, but I know you’re not Keiji, you never have been, and I trust you never will be’.

And to drive the point home, thanking her lucky stars he’s not tall, she pulls him close by his collar and presses her lips to his. ‘I love you’, she whispers, when they finally come up for air. He looks at her like she just hung the stars up in the sky.

The next day, she presents him with a literal bushel of red roses, and he laughs at that - loud and clear and bright.

(The sound makes her heart feel whole again)

‘Why don’t you move with me’, Yaku asks her matter of factly through a mouthful of rice, at the end of her tirade about her awful landlord who just tried to stiff her by doubling her rent in less than a year with a month’s notice.

She stills, hand frozen halfway to her mouth. He does not swallow for fear of choking the mix of uncertainty and hope rising in his throat - because sometimes even though he promises to wait for her as long as she needs, he wonders if she’ll ever forget that he’s not her bloody ex – until he senses her relaxing her tense shoulders, and decides to close in for the kill.

‘Come on’, he wheedles. ‘We could even adopt a kitten so you won’t be lonely when I’m away for work’, and he laughs fondly when her face lights up. There we go.

‘You drive a hard bargain, but alright’, she pretends to grouse, but she laughs along with him when he triumphantly presses his lips to her cheek, dodging her swats when she scolds him for leaving grains of rice on her face.

They adopt a black kitten from the shelter and they name him ‘Kuroo’.

Much like its namesake, their cat is a piece of shit and contrary as hell. He doubles over in laughter when he comes home one day to find her chasing Kuroo (the cat, not the middle blocker) around the house, furniture upended everywhere. He later understands through her huffs that she meant to give him a bath.

He sends endless pictures of Kuroo (again, the cat and not the middle blocker) to the Nekoma groupchat and they all fall head over heels in love. Kai sends him advice on how to grow catnip in an apartment. Fukunaga asks to video call the cat more than he texts him. Shibayama and Inouka ship a box of clothes for the cat because they’re worried it won’t survive the Russian winter. The worst offenders are Kenma who sets up social media accounts for it, and bloody international supermodel Lev who pours oil on flames by tagging the damn cat on his own posts. Yaku is alarmed to wake up one day and find that his cat is more popular than him.

Well, all of them save for its namesake, who threatens to retaliate by naming his dog ‘Yaku’.

He gets drafted onto the National Team, and he’s elated until he realizes that he’ll have to spend months away from her.

‘It’s fine’, she reassures him. ‘Kuroo will keep me company while you’re back home’. The little demon licks its ass and looks intolerably smug when he shoots a glare at it behind her back, because he knows damn well the cat is going to take advantage of his absence to take over his side of the bed.

He extracts a promise from her to call him every day (screw the time difference, seriously) and he in turn promises to send her tickets to watch him play. Then he packs his bags and flies back to Tokyo.

It’s nostalgic being back in his childhood home. The posters from his teenage years are still on his bedroom walls (gods – he was such a horny bastard back then), and his mother smothers him with his favourite foods and far too much attention. But he lays awake at night thinking of their little apartment filled with the smell of her baking and the sound of her singing and realizes he misses  Kuroo - again, the cat, not the middle blocker, who’d miss him - despite its despicable way of stalking him while he takes a shit and most of all - he misses  her.

He figures he has it bad when he starts turning down his grandmother’s apple pastries because they remind him too painfully of the apple pies she makes after either of them have had a hard day at work, and wonders when he started thinking of Moscow and the little apartment he shares with her as  home.

But he soldiers on because playing for Japan is his dream (and has been, ever since he first learnt the thrill of keeping the ball in flight with his hands), and gets by on video calls and texts and pictures of Kuroo and the promise of dumplings and apple pies when he comes home.

He makes the mistake of mentioning that he has a girlfriend in Miya Atsumu’s earshot after practice one day.

‘You have a girlfriend?’ the piss-haired setter asks in disbelief. ‘You? Mr bossy - under five foot five – libero-chan managed to land himself a girl that’s willing to tolerate him?’

‘Just because you have an issue keeping girls from running away from you doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t find girlfriends’, Sakusa interjects flatly, face firmly masked up, trusty bottle of sanitizer pointed in Atsumu’s direction.

Yaku is about to claw Atsumu’s eyes out when Hinata prances by and asks to see a picture of said girlfriend. Growling, he whips out his phone, and is mollified when the rest of the team crowds around and pronounces her to be very pretty. Everyone – except Atsumu, who sulks in a corner, sneering that he could do better (no he can’t - he really can’t get a girl to save his life), and Bokuto, who corners him later when he’s about to leave.

‘She used to date Akaashi, you know?’ Bokuto tells him solemnly, a marked departure from his usual jovial self. ‘They broke up on a pretty bad note’.

Yaku does not in fact know, because she’s never mentioned her ex-boyfriend’s last name, always opting to refer to him as ‘Keiji’, a fairly popular name for guys their age. ‘Oh?’ he replies, and tries his best to sound encouraging and not derisive or threatening or whatever it is that Atsumu has accused him of over the past few weeks of training.

‘Yeah. She’s a nice girl, I met her once or twice, but between you and me, I don’t think Akaashi is really over her’.

Too bad for him, he wants to say but doesn’t, because despite whatever Atsumu might say about him, he’s tactful, thank you very much, and knows it’s probably not the best idea to badmouth his teammate’s best friend to his face, especially a teammate he likes as much as Bokuto. Instead, he stuffs his shoes in his bag, shrugging and grunting noncommittally before heading off.

He doesn’t mention this to her during their nightly video calls. He tells himself it’s because he doesn’t want them to have to talk about him being an old acquaintance with her idiot ex over a call, their time together is too precious to be tainted by any mention of him. But there’s a part of him that wonders if it’s because he’s afraid that she’ll bump into Akaashi when she’s back in Japan and he might convince her to let him sweep her away. Akaashi is tall, dark and handsome, and most definitely smarter and more educated after all - a better match for her than him, an idiot that chases balls for a living.

But then her laughter chimes through his phone’s speakers as he pouts when she carries Kuroo to the screen to ask if he misses his daddy (the traitorous hell spawn refuses to even look at him) and it banishes the shadow of his doubts away. It’s as clear as day that she loves him, ball chasing idiot Yaku Morisuke.

He falls asleep to the sound of her humming his favourite songs.

She flies to Japan with their cat in tow a week before the Olympics and even though he’s moved into the Olympic dorms by then, he sneaks out to meet her for dinner as often as he can. Atsumu catches him once and grumbles something about  ‘hypocritical bossy know-it-alls’  - but shuts up when Yaku turns up for practice the next day and is too busy grinning ear to ear to yell at him for flubbing an easy receive as he usually does.

When he finally steps onto the court for his first match, it’s easy to get carried away, because the light bearing down on the court is brighter than any game he’s played in before, and the roar of the home crowd is so loud he swears the tremors in his feet are from the floor - but he doesn’t. Because there’s a girl in the VIP stands shouting his name, and maybe it’s childish of him, but he has something to prove - he wants to make her proud.

And he does, because they win.

The entire team is in the locker room when he hears the clatter of familiar footsteps, then a shrieked ‘Mori’ before she tackles him into a bone-crushing hug. Atsumu barks at her ‘not to break our dear libero-chan’, but neither of them pay him any mind - she doesn’t even care that he’s literally dripping in sweat and snot and tears - because they won, they won, they won  -

Then he looks up and sees Akaashi staring at them. Ah. The idiot ex-boyfriend has to ruin their moment.

Just as he’s wondering whether his fist should meet Akaashi’s eye or nose first, Bokuto swings by at the moment to distract her. She’s so excited at seeing a familiar face that she disengages herself from their hug and throws her arms around Bokuto instead. Yaku thinks that Bokuto is probably a lot smarter than most people give him credit for as Akaashi approaches him, his hand outstretched.

‘Take care of her’, Akaashi says with a bittersweet smile on his lips. ‘You’re a lucky man’.

He pauses briefly to glance at her - and gods she’s radiant even as she’s chattering away to Bokuto, her eyes sparkling, the light shining softly on her hair -  fuck, Atsumu’s right, he’s whipped - and tries to imagine a world where she slips through his hands. Suddenly, the twisted knot of spite in his chest unravels, and he can only feel the dregs of pity pooling in his belly. He's not blind, he can recognise the look of wistful regret on the taller man’s face, and he's certainly not deaf - he suspects that if he listens hard enough, he can hear Akaashi’s heart break.

I know, I’m lucky to have her - he wants to say but does not because that would mean twisting a knife in an already broken man. Instead, he steps forward to take Akaashi’s hand.

‘Always’, he promises firmly. Akaashi inclines his head in thanks.

Her heart is safe in my hands.

She returns to Russia first, and he follows a few weeks later, after a whirlwind of awards and press interviews.

He breaks into a run when he sees her standing at the arrivals gate with a bouquet of red roses and a cheeky grin on her face. ‘You’re rubbing it in at this point’, he pretends to pout, but rather spoils its effect when he swings her into his arms.

She cooks dumplings for dinner and there’s an apple pie waiting for him in the oven. His jaw drops in surprise when the dumplings taste exactly like his mother’s cooking. ‘I learnt it from your mum while you were at training, in case you already miss home’, she teases.

‘But with you, I am home’, he responds, his voice earnest and low. She flushes pink and blushes bright red when he carries her off to bed.

She is his home now, she and their cat in their little flat in Moscow bursting at its seams with apple pies and dumplings and  love .

‘I want this to be my forever’, he tells her later, laying his head in her lap. His heart skips a beat, waiting for her response.

‘So do I’, she finally replies, running her hands through his hair. Her heart hums quietly, finally in safe hands.

[velvetnviolentviolets]

If his math was right It had been almost a year to the day since that first hospital visit. Following that was two week of watching his sister sleep as she recovered. He spent his time away from her bedside talking to doctor about the next step, wilting as little by little they discovered that every tried and true method in the book for treating such an “advanced” case of Dilated Cardiomyopathy wasn’t going to work. However, there had been one more experimental procedure that had a chance of working.Then the fighting began.

Kassidan sighed to himself as he walked through the house toward the familiar voices at the front door. He continued his task of turning off most of the lights and lighting candles in their stead per request. Odd request but given the headaches Kat was prone to it wasn’t too much to bat an eye at. Not to mention he went really sure just how sensitive her friend’s light allergy was. Friend? Roommate?. . .companion? Whatever Elijah was to her, he could only hope the man had enough sway with his sister to hopefully convince her to move forward with the surgery. Regardless of what his sister was to Elijah: At least Kass could be sure the other man would like to at minimum keep a roof over his head. That would be motive enough to convince her, Right?

“Everything’s going to be fine”

He repeated his wife’s words to himself quietly before stepping into the living room, a warm smile on his own lips as he watched his sister and her company step through the front door.

“ It’s good to see you, Viv.”

Kathrine smiled as she took the other woman into a warm hug, her gaze catching her brothers just over the brunettes shoulder.

”Kass.” She called in greeting as she released the other woman just enough to step back and gesture to her guest.

“ Viv, this is my -well this is Elijah. Elijah this is my brothers sunning wife. Crazy right? I've been curious to know when she will finally realize she ended up with the wrong twin." Katherine winked t the brunette playfully earning her an eyeroll from her brother as he beckoned the group out of the living room and towards the kitchen. "Alright alright. I promised to be on my best behavior. could you at least return the favor?" In the same breath his eyes finally caught Elijah and the shorter man practically beamed. "AH! The man of the hour!" He chattered his gesturing towards the kitchen becoming more grandiose in nature. "You know all this mood lighting is JUST for you." He teased, earning a gentle punch in the shoulder from Kat as she passed by. "Best behavior, huh?" She chuckled moving into the cozy kitchen and making a beeline for the island counter. "Wine?" She asked to nobody in particular as she retrieved two bottles of red merlot from her bag and set them atop the counter. @godccmplex @pctentialbreakupsong || (X)

[ackermans-freedom-inc]

Train part 1

All My Choices “All my choices lead to you” prompt. Fluff

Hot and Cold He would compliment you one moment, and hurt you the next. Hurt/comfort

Just a Drink Someone came to hit on you at the bar. Fluff

Nothing More You and him were friends with benefits…and nothing more? Angst, hurt/comfort, 18+ only

Remember You succumb to the thoughts in your head, and he’s there to remind you. Mental health check, fluff.

Monster “Why do you have to make me into a monster?” Extreme angst

Snow You get lost in blizzard and Levi is worried sick. Hurt/comfort

By Your Side What happens when your cheesy pickup line loving self gets paired with a handsome bodyguard? Fluff, action, cheesy pickup lines

Counting the Days Levi just wants to get you alone, but his son gets in the way. 18+, fluff

Bows - “I just wanted to be pretty for you” prompt. Fluff

Carry a Tune (LawyerAU) Levi gets jealous when a mysterious stranger serenades you. Fluff

Never He broke up with you out of the blue. Angst, hurt/comfort

Alleged Allergies (LawyerAU) Levi and your cat adoption adventures

Fish You’re feeding your baby and Levi couldn’t be more supportive. Dad Levi, tooth rotting fluff

What More Could You Ask For You and Levi with your kids on a beautiful morning. Tooth rotting fluff

I Miss Her Too Your best friend was gone. How could you ever heal? Angst, hurt/comfort

Tease (LawyerAU) You have to entertain an important client for the firm and Levi is is NOT pleased

Pep Talk Hanji’s messy cat comes over to meet your cat…what could go wrong? Funny(?)

Next to You He opens his eyes, and sees you, fast asleep. Fluff

Never Expected He breaks up with you, but you loved him so much. So why? Angst, hurt/comfort

For the Night (Reincarnation AU) You met his eyes from across the club. Memories that weren’t your own swirled in your head. One night of passion ensued. Suggestive themes.

Treading Water You fall into the water after a titan attack. You can’t swim. Fluff

Poopyhead You and Levi’s darling son goes missing one day. Fluff

The Sham (Arranged Marriage AU) Angst, hurt/comfort

Your Touch Levi was so so stressed, so you do what you can to help him. Tooth rotting fluff

Uprising You loved him so much, but the moment never seemed right. Angst, hurt/comfort

Someone You Loved He watched as you fell out of love with him. Pure angst

I Wish Him and you were over months ago. What more could he have to say? Pure angst

You Weren’t There You were missing in action for weeks. No way you were still alive. Hurt/comfort

Mergers and Accusations (Lawyer AU) Levi couldn’t have leaked your confidential files…

The Mop Job Levi, Isabel, and Farlan and Levi’s broken ankle

Where You Belong You and Levi were expecting. So what happens when one of you loses their memory? Angst, hurt/comfort

A Matter of Time It was only a matter of time before one of you caught feelings. Fluff

Hold On There was nothing you wouldn’t do for your sister…who also happened to be Levi’s girlfriend. Pure angst

Dibs You sought out Levi for comfort after a breakup. Fluff

Mirrors You felt insecure in your body. Levi comforts you. Fluff

Pumpkin You tell Levi you’re pregnant against a gorgeous fall background. Fluff

His Touch You have a phobia of intimacy, and you thought you were ready to try something new. Fluff

You Never Liked Her You stood by Levi through it all. What about your own feelings? Fluff, hurt/comfort.

Stressed You were so stressed over exams, and Levi helps you out. Fluff.

Pet You were a high ranking demon. And then you met him.

Treading Water 2 Levi was so glad to have you back. Suggestive themes.

About Damn Time the other vets act as ScoutWingmen because you and Levi were taking too long to get together. Fluff

Pointe Levi finds you alone in the mess hall in the middle of the night. Dancing? Fluff

Zoom The 104th kiddos see a cat…in two zoom calls? Fluff

How Many Times? How many times does Levi have to ask you to be his? Hurt/comfort.

Diamonds (MafiaAU) Fluff/angst

Just a Trim haircut with Levi. Fluff

Whirlybird domestic life. Fluff

Moot (LawyerAU) Watching Levi demolish opposing counsel made you feel a certain way. 18+ only, fluff.

A Creaky Gate first kisses. Fluff

Horrible Taste “You have horrible taste in men” prompt. Fluff

Baby Bump “you look cute with a baby bump!” prompt. Fluff

Teaching Assistant “It’ll be, as the kids say, ‘lit!’” - “I’m begging you to stop” prompt. Fluff.

I Miss You “did you think of me when you were having sex with her?” prompt. Pure angst.

Happier Response to I Miss You

Are You? “Are you trust to turn me on? Because it’s working” prompt. 18+ only.

How? “Are you a virgin? How?” prompt. 18+ only.

How Could You? Cheating prompt. Pure angst.

The Moves Teasing Levi about his go to date night moves goes horribly wrong. Or right? Friends to lovers, fluff.

Sparrows (Soulmate AU, Wings!AU) You not only get sorted into your faction, but also find your soulmate? Fluff

A Thousand (Reincarnation AU) You promised to find him. You promised. Pure angst.

Accompany Me (Musician AU) You were down an accompanist until he steps in. Fluff, hurt/comfort.

Fealty (Royal AU) Your kingdom was in ruins before you. Fluff, hurt/comfort.

My Jolly Sailor Bold (Siren AU) You couldn’t stop thinking about this one sailor you met years ago. Fluff

How They Hurt You Erwin, Levi, and Eren and how they hurt you with “They’re not my type”. Pure angst.

How They Hurt You Part 2 continuation of how they hurt you. Pure angst.

The 2 Sides of Levi Tending to him while he’s unwell...vs being on the receiving end of his white eyed glare

Pony male entertainer Levi and Erwin meet an unexpected guest

2am the job was making you feel lower and lower a priority to Levi angsty, happy ending

Pining!Roomate!Levi

Roomate!Levi walking in on your shower

Survival Expert Levi Your New Years Resolution ended up like this…

After a Long Day Levi taking care of you

[sunnyoldbear]

Luca Headcanons Part 2

DoesLast one blew up and I was gonna wait to make another before making this one but then my Italian fish obsessed brain couldn’t stop thinking and I literally couldn’t stop myself so let’s go, part 2!

Luca:

Has nightmares of what would happen if things went differently: If he was sent to The Deep, if he and Alberto were outed as sea-monsters before the race, if Ercole, Cicco, and Guido didn’t miss Alberto when throwing the harpoons at the beach, if Alberto didn’t come with the umbrella during the race and he was outed in front of the town and hit with Ercole’s harpoon, etc. He always wakes up terrified. 

Apologizes to inanimate objects if he bumps into them or drops them.

Names everything he comes in contact with. Random animals such as birds, insects (even though he’s terrified), erasers he uses often, etc. They’re always random, silly names, but he loves them. 

Is a slow reader because of how he fantasizes himself in the books and daydreams, then is snapped back to reality.

Keeps a dream journal!

Loves making stories about the stars and constellations. He loves the original stories, but he loves to make up his own.

Honestly I just get the vibe that he’s scared of birds after the encounter with the seagull.

His favorite color is purple followed by green!

Giulia’s mom buys him his own bike and he loses his mind, loving it so much

He’s a bit awkward with making friends at school, sticking to Giulia’s side most of the time

He doesn’t really care for music

He can fall asleep anywhere, honestly. He once fell asleep leaning against the doorway and then crashed onto the floor

Alberto loves to doodle on his arms and hands and Luca doesn’t really care to wash them off so they just kinda chill there. 

He’s very easy to prank and scare

Oh you should see him around the holidays! He’s so excited! His eyes sparkle and shine, he absolutely loves the decorations!

He’s not competitive, actually. He just wanted the prize money to get the Vespa, but he doesn’t really care about winning. He just... Isn’t competitive

He is very protective over his friends. Do what you want to him, but lay a hand on someone he loves and he will tear you a new one. We see him in the movie just frown when Ercole makes fun of him, but when Ercole shoved Alberto, all bets were off.

Charts the stars

He doesn’t have one love language, he has all of them, but probably Physical Touch and Quality Time more than anything, or Acts of Service.

Drinks expresso more often than he probably should, but just to get through his schoolwork

Misses his goatfish more than he wants to admit, especially little Giuseppe

Allergies beat him up during the spring

Slowly gets used to cats with Machiavelli’s kittens, but he’s still scared of the chunky boy

A teacher at school made the mistake of introducing him to Shakespeare. He spent hours sobbing over a good chunk of the plays.

Because he liked Shakespeare, Giulia’s mom got him some poetry books. He was not a fan of Edgar Allan Poe or Agatha Christie or Mary Shelley, all the horror/murder type stuff. He loved Emily Dickinson though!

Is as terrified of losing Alberto as Alberto is terrified of losing him

While he isn’t as touchy with Giulia as he is with Alberto, he does get more touchy with her

Reads tons of books about cats, dogs, and turtles to give Machiavelli, Nerone, and Caligola the care they need

Hears about human farms and loses his mind, rapidly asking questions about how they work and if they’re similar to his own

Giulia tries to convince him that fairytales are real. He has nightmares about them for a few nights until Massimo has to tell him that fairytales are made up and her mom changes them slightly to be more... Non-scary. She starts telling them to him to bed just because she misses doing so, and then he can’t fall asleep without someone telling him a story.

Doesn’t do the handshake with anyone that isn’t Alberto or Giulia.

Giulia’s mom calls him “fishy” or “guppy” and he wants to hate it but he can’t

Hates it when people call him cute or baby him, but his family + Alberto + Marcovaldos still do it

Once heard some French Tourists and stared at Giulia and went “why is their Italian so weird sounding” and she lost her shit laughing

Doesn’t swear, refuses to swear

Tries to use Vespa stamps if they’re available

Once he learns what “Piacere, gioralamo trombetta” means, he sends a letter to Alberto which is just him freaking out and laughing while making fun of it. They don’t stop saying it. In fact, they probably say it more.

He has a map in his room with pushpins of where he’s been. Beside it are a bunch of sticky notes of where he wants to go with Alberto with reasons on why he wants to go.

Has a little bit more courage, but not too much

He’s often teased for calling others “sir” or “ma’am” and so he feels really shy about it but doesn’t stop

Refuses to call Massimo and Giulia’s mom by their names, it just feels too awkward for him

Makes friendship bracelets for the trio as well as separate ones for him and Alberto, then him and Giulia.

While he loves gelato, he doesn’t like it as much as Alberto

I feel like he’d dot the i’s in Giulia’s name with hearts but no one else’s

People at school think he has a crush on her but he doesn’t

He and Alberto still say they sleep under the anchovies. No matter how often he researches stars, he’ll always call them anchovies around him.

Sticks out his tongue when focused

Doesn’t like aquariums, he stares at those fish and he just feels trapped

Loves to dance in the rain

Does that little feet tappy dance thing when he’s excited or shakes his hands

Honestly half of his vocabulary is stern shouts of “Alberto!” “Giulia!” or “silenzio Bruno, silenzio Bruno! Silenzio Bruno!”

Speaking of, he can’t just say “Silenzio Bruno” once, it’s always him saying it more than once, especially when he’s really scared

He doesn’t have loud, aggressive sneezes, but he does have sneeze fits. Once he sneezed so many times that with every one his face got closer to his desk until it just went BAM and he has a massive bruise on his forehead for days. 

Sometimes just goes into the water and swims to relax. If he’s feeling homesick, he’ll do some daring trick and then instinctively turn to smile at Alberto only to realize he isn’t there

His dad still keeps crabs but lets Luca name them. Luca chooses to name them all after space things. Mainly moons, but sometimes planets or galaxies

Secretly feels really guilty about Alberto selling their Vespa

After almost being sent to The Deep, he is terrified of the dark and can’t sleep without a light on, no matter how dim it is

Alberto:

Matching pajamas with both Massimo and Giulia! (Refuses to match with her, Massimo yelled at them)

Tries to see what triggers his transformation. Does watermelon? Does juice? Is it any liquid? He’ll find out!

Calls Giulia “Spewlia” just to piss her off

Those two are always arguing. Yes, he often starts it

Lots of tattoos and ear piercings!

Will into Giulia’s room, stare her dead in the eyes, call her a bitch, and run out while leaving the door open. She’ll scream at him and probably throw something. 

Tends to shorten people’s names. He calls Luca “Lu,” “Lulu,” and even “Luke.” Luca does not like any of these names.

Still builds his Vespas! They’re not as fun without Luca, though

Takes Giulia with him sometimes too and purposely crashes into the sea or something just to see what she does. 

Gains quite a bit of muscle 

Is the one who takes down all the sea monster things with Massimo. He and Lorenzo carry Smuca to the fountain

Idk I feel like he has loud sneezes

I also feel like he makes that weird cough face like that one cat idk I just know I’m right

He doesn’t just sing... He scream sings

Doesn’t know how to dance but if there is music he will dance

Loves dancing in the rain too!

Sometimes he’ll just walk into Giulia’s room and gossip with her. They’ll make a blanket fort and grab some snacks and cats and just... Spend the night talking and catching up

She teaches him how to braid hair and now he just loves doing her hair

Bites his lip quite a bit. That’s canon but like, still worth mentioning

Learns how to ride a bike so he doesn’t get killed or something

Keeps a journal on things Luca and Giulia are interested in so he can learn about them. He writes down bullet points on what he remembers from conversations, but it’s honestly not much

He doesn’t have big dreams other than traveling the world with Luca. He knows Giulia wants to be a marine biologist and Luca wants to travel the world + is still figuring things out. He has short term goals other than that and changes the topic about it.

A popular headcanon is that Alberto takes care of the goatfish when Luca’s at school and I think that would happen!

He’s shockingly good with kids! When not working, he loves playing soccer with them by the fountain

He almost named Machiavelli’s mate “Frog” because he can’t name things

Half the time when Giulia and/or Luca talk about school, he goes “I don’t what that means, but I’m choosing to define it as ____” and won’t let them prove him wrong

Technically canon but he will bite. Chomp chomp.

When he meets Giulia’s mom, they love to paint together

He does make some friends in Portorosso, but none are as close to him as his sister and best friend!

This man is the most dramatic person good lord

Love language is definitely physical touch!

Still screams “Take me, gravity!” pretty often

Can’t do work alone without music. He doesn’t really like opera but he can’t stand silence, he just can’t

Sometimes he thinks of Luca’s betrayal and is really angry, but knows he’d probably do the same if the roles were reversed. It was about self preservation and the risk of living. He still gets upset about it sometimes, but completely forgives him and understands

Is always torn between giving Giulia genuine facts about sea creatures and giving her such absurd but lowkey believable lies. He wants her to succeed so badly but also wants to screw her over

If you give him anything, he will play with it. String? A toy. A pen? A toy. A literal rock you found on the side of the road? A gorgeous toy, thank you!

Never just goes into the water, he will always be dramatic and dive in or jump

Sometimes when not on duty, he just blows his lifeguard whistle because he thinks it’s cool

He loves yoyos!

Will noogie Giulia.

Sometimes gets scared that Massimo will abandon him, but it seems like Massimo always knows

Città Vuota is his favorite song!

Doodles all over everything, especially Giulia and Luca’s arms and legs. They range from little stars to tic tac toe games to fish to anything that comes to mind

Giulia:

Is very much into photography! Luca always does hearts with his hands/fingers while Alberto does stupid poses or flips her off... or both.

Hums and sings a lot! 

Also loves to dance and is the best of the trio! Loves to twirl and vibe even if there’s no music! It’s just her personality

She doesn’t just hug, she jumps into their arms and holds them close

Sometimes just to annoy Alberto she’ll hug him and press kisses to his head and cheeks. Siblings gonna be annoying.

Always has so much energy but really struggles with sitting still for homework after such long hours in school that her grades aren’t all that good except for Astronomy!

The most competitive of the trio

Bites her lip when she’s nervous

Started wearing her hat to match her dad when she was little and now she doesn’t like being without it

Has probably fallen asleep in class

Loves watermelon and gelato

While Ciccio and Guido apologize for their actions, she doesn’t forgive them and doesn’t want to. She has every right to

Gets really into singing when she’s singing along to songs

Doesn’t like makeup for herself but will hold the boys captive to do their makeup

Loves puns! Will make sea puns to piss off Alberto and Luca, but Luca loves them so it half-works

Loves copying Alberto’s lipbite

Machiavelli her beloved <3 

Loves her fam so much! She’s got pictures of them everywhere and is constantly buying them gifts

Speaking of! Her love language is giving gifts! 

She’s actually pretty good at making friends since she can read people so well. It’s just that Portorosso doesn’t have any.... Great kids to befriend and Genova just has too many that she sticks to a small group which eventually fades, as groups do

She isn’t the most emotional but she also isn’t the least emotional. She doesn’t cry often but she does get sad and shows it

I don’t know why I feel this way but I definitely think she’s scared of the doctor

She used to be scared of thunderstorms until meeting her boys and the race happened. Now she associates rain and storms with that win

Summer is her favorite season

She knows everyone in Portorosso by name and knows most of their birthdays by heart

Speaking of, she always celebrates Alberto’s birthday like her like her life depends on it

Now loves racing on her bike even more cause of the race

Calls Alberto “Berto�� and is the only one allowed to do say

A very light sleeper

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More on the way probably they’re all I think about

[fiction-is-life]

Hello can I have a male matchup for my Narnia OC?

𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘: Jasmine Louise Felizarta

𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬/𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦: Closeted Fluid

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘: 18 years old, Human (Southeast Asian), 5'6", slender, tan skin, dark brown eyes, long brunette hair that reaches to her armpits tied in multiple half dutch braids, and plump lips. She have small moles around her face and back, a birthmark underneath her right eye, dimple smile, an armband tattoo on her left forearm, huge scar from her right shoulder to her collarbone, and tiny scratches around her legs.

𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗙𝗜𝗧: Mostly warrior medieval leather outfit and a cape in the shades of green. Not really into dresses because of her textile contact dermatitis (fabric allergies) but she can wear it as long as it's materials

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬: ESFP-T, the enneagram is 5w6, Chaotic good, and a Gryffindor. Jasmine tends to detached and awkward at the first, but she's actually nervous to initiate a conversation. She's always ready for adventures (planned or not), warm-hearted, has so many things to say, independent, firmly uphold on what she believes, willing to adjust in some circumstances, generous, street-smart, and great with kids. Can be flirtatious but too nervous to make a move but very loyal once she fell in love. Hates loud chewing so much as well as misogyny, and has a fear of bees from her bad experience and leadership in large group.

Though Jasmine can be polite, she unashamedly cuss a lot and will definitely insult someone she hates, and will roast the hell out of you if you messed her up. Tends to jump into conclusion too early. Arrogant and will definitely push your to agree with her opinions. Very sarcastic when the situation is really bad or a sign of disapproval or if she's in a joking mood (will apologize if it's insulting except for her enemies). Can be really energetic and daring to accomplish something even it's risky, clumsy when gets distracted (if her mind is zoning out and not properly on track) also emotional when she's really burnt out. Jasmine is also too assuming as well which it makes her vulnerable in love life.

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦/𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗦: Gardening, pressing flowers, singing, tree climbing, hiking, astronavigation, and learning different languages

𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧: Jasmine used to be a choir member at a palace of the neighboring country of Narnia but turns into a military reservist through recruitment by accident

This is such an interesting OC, thank you for sharing with me!!! I totally ship her with Edmund (specifically during the Golden Age)! They would initally connect due to their experience on the battlefield and the many scars they have recieved on it, leading to Edmund opening up about his experience with the White Witch. I think they would be friends for years, with both pining for more but either too shy or too awkward to say anything. Everyone else would see the attraction, though, and they would be endlessly teased about it until everyone gave up hope of the two ever figuring it out.

However, all it takes is one hiking trip to the Western Wilds gone rogue on Jasmine's part for Ed to realize that he can't live without her. The Just King loves everything about Jasmine, even if her argumentative and sometimes rash behavior makes more work for him as Narnia's diplomat king. His ability to smooth any situation over with words comes in handy particularly when Jasmine (now his Queen) tells Rabadash exactly what she thinks of all his pretty words and gestures towards her sister-in-law while in Tashbaan. In short, Edmund's inherent ability to think first and act second compliments Jasmine's quick-to-act tendencies very well.

Edmund also respects her independent nature, allowing her to have time alone to explore or do whatever. This benefits him, as well, since he needs time to recharge his social battery as he is very introverted. Since she is an extrovert, Jasmine helps him in non-diplomatic social settings to fit in and be at ease making new friends with her quick wit and readiness to smile (she very easily endeared every Narnian to her with her tendency to not stay on one subject for too long, reminding them of a certain young queen that is unanimously loved).

In private settings, Ed often asks Jasmine to sing for him, and sometimes he will hum pieces of melodies whose lyrics and titles are just on the tip of his tongue before they are lost to him once more. Ed also loves that she wears green as it reminds him of his place in the Western Woods and his title of the Duke of Lantern Waste. The couple are always learning new languages together, quizzing each other. Once they became proficient in a language, they would use it in court to pass on their snarky or sarcastic comments to each other without detection. The only one who ever found them out was Susan, but she found it hilarious, so she didn't say anything.

For their fifth anniversary he has the Royal Gardiners help him reserve a space in the gardens for Jasmine's personal use, but he never got to see it while she was still alive. However, when he returns in Prince Caspian, it is overgrown, but all of the flowers he knew were her favorites were there, along with a plethora of apple trees. He is the only one who realizes the significance of that particular fruit tree being planted in her garden as it was under a very similar blossoming tree that they had shared their first kiss - not before, of course, Edmund saved her from breaking every bone in her body after she fell from a branch while racing a squirrel to the top.

[dinah-stmaur]

“Welcome. Please, take a seat, make yourself comfortable. Tea? Oh, no, don’t worry, this won’t be made public. Why? Do you have something to hide?”

“Me? Something to hide?” Dinah giggled, a little nervously, “None at all!”

PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name?

"Dinah. Oh, full name. I see.. uhm.. it’s Celandine Mabel St. Maur. But I go by Dinah. So, please call me that. And no, no, it’s not that I don’t like my name,” she smiled, a little nervously, “I wouldn’t mind going by Mabel.. it’s just that Celandine is a bit of a mouthful, yes? I think it’s for someone more graceful than I am. And, and, my brother chose my nickname.. so I like it very much.”

Where and when were you born?

“It was a dark and stormy night,” Dinah sighed with a dreamily quality to it. “On the very day when Cupid’s arrow pierces the hearts of many. Though, my family says it was actually lunchtime on a sunny day. February 14th, to be exact. And it was in St. Maur, of course.”

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

“Well, they are my mama and papah, Earl and Duchess St. Maur. I guess being an Earl and a Duchess is sort of their job. I mean, was.. for my mother... She was a strong person, you could feel her presence in the room even without seeing her. My sisters remind me of her. My father is different, a bit... softer? He’s kind and generous and, well, he’s very nice to us.. never leaving us wanting for anything.”

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

"Oh, I do! I do! One older brother and one older sister, and then a younger sister. Louisa is.. well, she so full of energy, so full of life! She’s always ready to speak up her mind, I don’t know how she does it. I admire it so very much. And Margaret! Oh, Margaret is strong-willed, too, but she’s also smart. She’s always thinking about what’s best for us, for the family, navigating society rules better than any of us. She’s also brave... I don’t know how she rides horses so fearlessly... I can’t even go near them..

Maurice is also a good rider. He always teased me about my.. let’s call it.. caution about horses, but we are close. I may say, he’s the one I’m closest to... Well... was... I was..”

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.

“I live in St. Maur Castle with my family and all the people papah employs to take care of us and the house. There are so many, how can I describe them all?!?  I’m not even sure I can make them all justice.. You see, I’m a reader, not a writer..”

What is your occupation?

“Well, I don’t have one... But if reading could be made in a profession, I would love to do that!”

Write a bit about your physical appearance. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

“Oh, let’s see.. I’ve been told that I’m tall, since I’m five foot seven (170cm) but I’m sure there are taller women than me. Uhm, I’m also not skinny nor chubby, exactly. I think the tailor once called me plump. Which I don’t mind, as long as people don’t pester me about what I’m eating.. I have brown skin, and when I’m out in the sun without a parasol I’ll get freckles on my face. My nanny used to force me to cover, but I like them so I don’t mind. What else? Oh, I have curly black hair.. they tend to escape my pins.. and I have dark brown eyes.”

To which social class do you belong?

“Upper class nobility since my father is an Earl.”

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

“Is being.. cautious of horses a weakness?”

Are you right- or left-handed?

“Right-handed. Though, I can also use the left to write.. but I don’t say that around because my nanny used to say only the devil’s children write with the left. It doesn’t sound right to me.. as my papah is hardly the devil, but I thought it best to keep my skill a secret.”

What does your voice sound like?

“Like my voice..? Uhm.. I think it’s quiet.. though sometimes I do shrill a bit, but not that I mean to do it! I just know that when they made me sing I was pleasant enough that no one grimaced at it, but not so good that they would insist for me to sing more.”

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

“Oh, well... you see... I don’t know...”

What do you have in your pockets?

“Let’s see, I have.. a book—a George St. Fore’s book, of course!—and oh, another book, this is poetry.. then I have, oh, a pen, a pencil... my—I mean this notebook I found, someone scribbled the dates of the post inside. How curious! And then.. I have a handkerchief—I embroidered it, so no.. that’s not a duck.. it’s a flower—and a bit of money, in case I want to buy a book or send a letter.. I have some other paper... a stamp.. oh, I have this letter Maurice sent me from abroad once.. and one of Valentin’s—that’s where it went—I have a few hairpins.. This pretty pebble I found at the riverbank.. and a thimble.. and that’s it! Nothing else!”

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

“Oh, well... uhm... I don’t know... But I guess, Mister Hodgson hates that I got at the Post Office every day.. does that count?”

[cherrysweather]

Hey! I’m glad you have your computer back. I have a request if you please. Franziska getting sick after Hazakura, and her SO looking after her and making sure she stays in bed/on the couch or something. I’m stuck inside with allergies, and she’s mu favorite. Please and thanks.

Hello hello! Thanks for asking ;v;

I don't have any allergies so I don't really know how you're feeling but please take care! Remember to always keep a bottle of water near you and drink a lot, I think it can help! UwU

Now! I hope you'll enjoy this while you're inside during this awful period of the year- I think this will give you comfort too? I hope so! XD

Luv u anon, here's your Franzy content >3•

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S/O looking after a Sick! Franziska von Karma;

After Godot took the case, Franziska was forced to look the trial from outside;

But she still helped Edgeworth (and Phoenix) with the investigations, continuing them even when she was trying to remove the locks in the cave;

Even with her coat, the harsh temperature of that mountain, both inside and out structures, gave her one of the worst colds she ever had;

She was a little careless, to be honest;

It's cold in Germany too, so she thought what she'd put on would be enough to cover her from the cold;

When you arrived home, she quickly went to the bathroom to check her temperature, feeling her legs weak and her face hot;

When you tried to approach her to understand what was happening, she almost hit you with her whip, telling you to stay away from her for the next weeks;

But someone had to help her when her legs gave out and she almost fell flat on the floor;

Usually, when she's sick she takes care of herself, but since this time you were with her, she will have a rest period uwu;

Prepare yourself with: patience, her whip and a lot of medicines and blankets (you'll need her whip to tie her to the bed when she wants to get up);

You need to be at her side most of the time to keep her at rest because she hates to stay in bed all day doing nothing, so if you don't stop her she'll just go to work;

She's weaker than usual, so get ready to hear her complaints whenever you bring her food and medicines;

"I don't need a babysitter, I-I'm old enough"

But her voice is so low and interrupted by coughing that you won't need to argue with her;

She'll scold you even if you stay too close to her;

"You'll become useless too if you stay here"

But hey, she can't argue that much so, you should enjoy these moments when you can not listen to her without making her angry;

If her fever is really bad, she will become the clingiest person you could ever meet;

"Please don't leave me" when you try to go to the bathroom;

"You look so beautiful" with a small caress on your cheek while you change the cloth on her forehead;

If you ever lie beside her, be sure you won’t get up again until she falls asleep;

But if she ever hugs you, goodnight to you both;

Miles will come to check on her too, saying that "Even if you're a couple, my sister can't bother you alone while she's sick";

(He's just worried but he's too shy to admit it);

So you have some help, but also more problems if Franziska sees him;

You know, she hates to depend on anyone, but especially on him, so you'll hear them arguing all the time if Franziska has enough strength;

When she starts to feel better, the first thing in her mind is to catch up on work;

So you need to keep her covered up properly and keep her on meds to allow her to heal completely, things she doesn't pay too much attention to;

Franziska is always the one who takes care of everything, so for one time it feels good to let her rest, taking care of the tiniest things too;

It's also an opportunity to spend more time together since she can't work uwu;

Enjoy the tiger while she's docile.

"You have to explain why he was here" Franziska squeezed the blankets she had covered herself with when she couldn't raise her voice as she wanted

"He wanted to see you, he's just worried" You took the bag full of meds and some hot drinks that Miles brought to the kitchen

"Do you want to eat something?"

"If I’m hungry I’ll come to get my own food, thanks" she huffed and hid herself in the blankets

"Mmh, you sure?" You were already preparing some food, since she had to take a medicine, sighing softly when she didn't answer. When you went back to the couch where she was, you pulled up the blankets that covered her a little, lowering yourself to her level and touching her forehead "Eat something, take the medicine and go to rest; next week you should feel better" You gave her the food, kept her pill and sat beside her

"...Thanks" she hid her sigh by blowing on the food to cool it

"You don't eat?" her tired eyes on her reddened cheeks made you smile a little, shaking your head to not give her a reason to scold you

"Don't worry about me, when you take the pill I'll eat something too" you moved her hair behind her ear, feeling her hairline wet with sweat. When you tried to stand up to get something to dry it, she snapped to grab your shirt

"Where are you going?" she nearly made the plate on her lap fall from her movement

"I'm just going to get a cloth, I'll be right back" you laughed a little and took the hand that was squeezing your shirt "Finish eating, before you know I'm already back here" when you loosened her grip, you went to the bathroom to soak a cloth in cool water to refresh it before going back to the couch. You sat beside Franziska again, but you noticed how her head was tilted to the side, her eyes closed and the plate on the floor. You shook her gently, but when she didn't woke up, you directly wiped the sweat from her face, caressing her cheek as an another attempt to wake her up, you refreshed her wrists and her neck, touching it slightly to tease her until she woke up "Take the pill before you sleep, and don't do it on the couch, it's uncomfortable" you laughed softly and helped her to sit up, giving her both the pill and a glass of water

"Can I have at least some coffee?" she touched her temples, hurrying to take her pill to go back to sleep

"Not coffee but cuddles" you held back your laughter and almost run to the kitchen to put the glass down to avoid her glance "Come on old woman, the bed is waiting for you" you held her on her feet while walking, earning a slap on the back for the joke you said before (useless to try to dodge it).

"Don't stay here, you have been already too close to me for my liking" she didn't even try to talk with a audible voice, rolling up in the blankets again

"I want to stay, you said that you have to go back to Germany when you feel better, so I must take advantage of your presence" you fell on top on her, hugging her and interlocking your body with hers, searching a comfortable position "Now sleep, you need to rest" you squished her cheeks, but when she didn't bite your hand, you knew she was already asleep.

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"I told you that you shouldn’t have stood by me when I was sick!" you could hear her voice like she was beside you "As soon as this case is solved, I'll catch the first plane available and come to you" she sighed and you could imagine her hand gripping her whip in a lethal grip

Yes, you got sick after Franziska went back to Germany, and yes², she is black with anger.

"There's no need, I just have a fever and, unlike someone, I can walk without tripping" you started to laugh but you nearly choked because of the coughs in your throat

"If you think that I'll go easy on you, you are so wrong. My whip stiffened from not being used, I have to fix it, don't you think?"

"I'll cry if you hurt me, know that" you faked a cough, trying to pity her

"Next time listen to me when I ask you something" she closed the call and you hid under the pillows.

Every single time you’ve taken advantage of her during her illness are going to be punished, enjoy the peace while you can.

[bayleavesfromthevine]

Maybe Megumi would ever get to miss him because I bet if he transfered Gojo would pop there all the time to annoy/visit his two favorite Kyoto people? 😂

Megumi would probably just realize that there is no way to escape and came back bc he misses everyone.

We were really robbed of interactions between Tokyo students and Utahime! I bet when they first saw her, they were like "so this is how is to have a normal teacher huh? Wild".

I feel the second years and Nobara/Megumi would love to show favoritism to her just so they could tease Gojo lol - Maybe give her a best sensei mug? (Which would be promptly stolen by Gojo on one of his visit 😂)

Gojo giving favoring Yuji since we was the only student who didn't betrayed him 🤣

Also I feel Utahime would work well with Panda - probably knew him since he was a kid. And Nobara and Maki - she has common sense which I think they would appreciate.

Todo and Gojo interaction would be so interesting! I would love to see that! Also Todo asking Gojo type and because he is smart just realizing who he is referring to and all Kyoto Student are like "oh that man is just pitiful" 🤣 (yes, I am using my shipping googled rn lol)

And yeah Megumi and Utahime would go really well together! Their personalities match each other, they both know how to handle with hyperactive person's. Maybe Utahime knows him since he is a child? (I mean, Gojo wasn't hiding him) and maybe he just calls her to ask questions or tell things about his day when he has no one to talk? (She would probably be the most stable and easy to talk adult in his life)

Hahaha fair - Gojo would probably be visiting all the time, he’d miss his son too much! (Is this how he finally gets Utahime to go out with him? Disguise it as co-parenting meetings? PROBABLY. He’d be like “Utahime!! We have to meet so I can tell you all about Megumi’s food allergies!!” and then when she meets with him, he’d be like “he gets sick when he eats undercooked chicken!! anyway! let’s get dinner!! I know a place that cooks chicken all the way through!!”) 

AND YES, the students giving Utahime #1 teacher mugs/t-shirts/appreciation gifts??? SIGN ME UP. Gojo would be so BUTTHURT about it, omg he’d turn into such a brat (well, more than he already is lol). Like, he’d probably try being reeeeeal nice to the Kyoto students to make the Tokyo students jealous?? and then, when that doesn’t work, he’d PLAY HARD TO GET WITH HIS OWN STUDENTS. Like, “oh? you want to train with me? hmm.. idk if I can fit you into my schedule, I’m soOoOo busy these days. I’ll have to let you know, sorry, ciao ciao, Megumi.” Yuuji would be the only person he teaches and then Nobara and Megumi would rat Gojo out to Principal Yaga and Gojo would get put in another headlock like the clown he is 🤡🤡🤡 damn, do NOT give me anymore ideas, anon, or else I WILL write this fic 😱

Utahime probably knew Panda and Megumi when they were young, you’re right - though I imagine how much interaction she had with them when they were growing up. I feel like Shoko was probably the one to have more of a role in their lives since Utahime lives farther away. But I can totally see Utahime trying to be a good example on Megumi once she hears about his situation (she probably feared that he’d end up being a mini Gojo, which is - and I cannot stress this enough - the worst case scenario lmao). I wonder how much the sorcerer adults knew of Megumi’s sister. Like, correct me if I’m wrong, but she can’t see curses, right? Like, I’m sure she knows about them through Megumi, but is she able to see them? If she can’t, then I wonder what her relationship was with Gojo and the other adults at the school. 

Gojo and Todo going on a mission together, or even just hanging out, would be absolutely chaotic and I NEED to see it. Like, I cannot even fathom wtf they’d even do - they are both so hated by the other characters for being annoying, so I feel like both of their personalities would be amplified x10 when mixed together? idk, but i neeeeed it.