#I’ll punt you I really will

[thefanciestborrower]

Haha lol Ice Emperor goes Brrrr part 8

[Two more to go!] A call to Boreal, and he was sweeping through the halls again, Lloyd safely tucked into the folds of his collar. The Emperor’s original thought was to simply swallow him back down, but the boy had squeaked, and whined, and argued until Julien simply dropped the topic in favor of recalling his guards from their Lloyd-search just to send them off on a multicolor-gi-search.

The Emperor’s little… tantrum had made a mess of his halls. In his wake, the ice had grown in ever-spiraling walls, sealing off every entrance less than that of the foyer of the main entry hall. A wave of his hand was more than enough to dismiss them, but some of his soldiers were caught in the crystals. A few had become immobile, and they scurried away from him like ants when freed.

Ants?

How long had it been since he’d seen an ant? They didn’t live well in the cold. Was it ever not cold?

Had he ever seen an ant?

All thoughts that promptly vaporized as he handed Lloyd off to a servant with a few choice warnings, his ice armor forming larger, sharper plating as he stalked the hallways. Lloyd may be alright in the insulated interior of the palace, but as The Emperor stepped out onto the frozen, packed snow with the blizzard howling into his faceplate, he decided quite immediately that if the boy were to go out in this weather, he’d freeze to death immediately.

Whether or not that was true, The Emperor decided he never wanted to know.

Boreal landed at the stables of the palace with a rumbling growl. Like a storm, it rattled The Emperor’s chestplate, even as the dragon dipped his head to huff shards of ice atop his head. An affectionate sort of sound seeped out of his familiar’s throat. Like the sound of harsh rain.

A hand landed atop Boreal’s head, metal but soft as it smoothed the raised frost along his crown. “Find them,” The Emperor murmured. “Find our soldiers and bring them a message.” The engraved black ice was thick in his hand as he offered it to Boreal. “Tell them to find the ninja in colorful gis and bring them home.”

Home.

A word Lloyd used sometimes. With an aching fondness in his voice, and a softness about his eyes. It rolled off Julien’s tongue like the lightest thing he’d ever said. Like a single snowflake dancing over mountaintops. Like running through snowy forests with minute lines of black lacing each tree he passed. Like the knowledge that there was someone waiting for him when his eyes caught on the blue-white shape of a bird through the branch-woven canopy.

Boreal thrummed at him, his wings spreading in a wide arch as he reared back.

“Go.”

And in a flash of powdered white, he did, icy wings ripping through the air with a sound like thunder. Like cracking glaciers. Like…

“Shard.” The word was blood on his tongue, even as he retreated back inside the palace. It was familiar, echoing burning wood. Laughing as sharp wind whipped at his face. “Shard.” He’d heard it before. A long time ago. Sitting with his back against others’ as the moon rose high over the horizon. There, his breath had clouded warm in the night air. His voice came easy.

Frost laced his mouth guard, as he walked, and he was so consumed with the single word that he almost didn’t catch the call from his advisor.

“M’lord?”

The concept of whatever had been on his mind vanished like mist. “Vex.” Surprise colored his voice and the cant of his head. Something felt important, but the smile his advisor offered him—cheeky for all of the toothiness of it—made his mind go hollow for all save for the cry of a bird he recognized.

“Is everything alright, my lord? I saw the state of the halls.” A hand on his arm, tracing the blued lines of his armor. “I thought you were over your little… moods.”

The Emperor thought he hadn’t seen a falcon in a long time. “Vex,” the name was a whisper. Delicate as a frosted bubble. “Did I have a bird… before Boreal? Before the formlings took my memory?” Grief. The bile that rose in his throat, and the frost that coated his hands spoke of grief. What was there to grieve?

“Yes, sir.” A pause in Vex’s examination of his armor. “An ice owl, I believe. He was a grand creature.”

It was off.

Just slightly. By just enough that Julien’s mind stuttered on the information, replaying the call for him to hear as if it were permanently embedded in his brain. “An ice owl?”

Vex couldn’t have been remembering right. It was a falcon, was it not? Blue across its back in the richest of shades. No ice owl had that cry.

“Yes, sir. The largest of the clutch. He used to carry men off their mounts.”

Pressure on his arm. Just a little. Of small, hooked claws that knew just how much they could press before it had to let off. The tiniest little bird of prey he thought he’d ever seen. Metallic in the way its feathers shone.

Ice owls were too big, weren’t they?

His brows furrowed, and for a reason he could not place, the thought that came to mind was that no good falconer would take the largest hatchling.

[ryebread0605]

May I request a fic for Leona, please?

Reader (assumably Yuu) has a lot of cat-like behaviors that are really pretty unconscious. Things like scruffing Grim with their lips when he's being rowdy during class, grumbles that sound a lot like growling, other vocalizations, headbutting (nuzzling) & nibbling at people they're really close to, etc.

Some Beastmen find it kinda odd for a human to do?? But Leona kind of finds it endearing, especially when Reader gets closer to him & exhibits familiar behaviors from home without realizing they're lowkey courting him (and he's accepting the sweet behavior).

For the spice aspect?

Leona wants to see just how much like a cat they really are— including how they scratch at his back & growl in frustration while being edged. They may be a big cat, but he's the King of Savannaclaw. And while they're not a Beast, something tells him they'd make a good spouse who'd adjust quickly if he were to return to the Sunset Savanna.

- 🐈‍⬛ anon

I’ll do my best cat anon!! 

If you couldn’t tell, I absolutely ADORE Leona so this was a fun write!!!  (I made sure to add a cut where the smut begins!)

When he first met you, he didn’t think anything of you. Afterall, you were just another one of his classmates that he only saw the rare times he went to class. However, all that changed when he saw you interact with Grim in the greenhouse one day. 

The cat direbeast had been extra annoying that day, and although you loved him to bits, Sevens you were close to punting him. And so, to get him to stop running off and destroying stuff, you simply picked him up by his scruff with your mouth. To your surprise, and Leona’s, Grim immediately stopped misbehaving and just pouted in your grasp. 

From that day, you had gained Leona’s interest, and he noticed more little things about you that reminded him of cat beastmen like himself and Chen’ya. From bumping your head against people to show affection, gifting bones to people as a sign of friendship, and simply letting out a low warning growl at Grim whenever he misbehaved, he became convinced you were at least *part* beastman.

But no, no matter how many times he tried to find any other conclusion, you weren’t a beastman at all. However, him being interested in your behavior inadvertently got your attention on him as well. You felt yourself entranced by the way his ears would flick in irritation when chastised by Vil or how he still worked hard to maintain his unruly hair despite claiming he didn’t care how he looked.

Soon enough, he found random gifts being left at the door of his dorm room. It started small with some sticks, which he threw away thinking nothing of it. Then it progressed to small animal teeth before growing to full animal skeletons. After months, he finally caught you in the act as you left a fresh, high quality steak at his doorstep. He stared at you, arms crossed and eyebrow raised as his tail swayed in slight curiosity.

“Herbivore, what’re you doing here?” His voice was gruff, having clearly just woken from a nap judging by his mess of a mane. And yet, when things clicked in his mind, it was only a split second longer until you were tugged into his room with the door shutting behind you. 

Digging your nails into the sheets, you growled out moans as the lion prince rutted into you continuously. Your neck was covered in bite marks, showing everyone who had claimed you. Your back had cum on it from him, and yet despite him cumming twice he had refused to let you cum at all. Letting out another threatening growl as he pulled out just before you climaxed, he quickly gripped the back of your neck between his teeth just as you had done to Grim all those months ago to gain his attention. Afterall, you may act like a cute kitty but he had to remind you who truly was the one in charge here

[deadsetobsessions]

Spider in Gotham AU- Pt.2

[Pt.1]

Peter’s no stranger to memories that comes as nightmares. There’s something different to them, the taste of terror that’s tinged with a feeling of “that’s happened.”

Flashes of Aunt May, dying as he stood next to her while choosing the city over her? Old hat. Inky darkness surrounding MJ falling as Peter reached for her, over and over again? Been there, seen that, didn’t even get a sick scar out of it. Racing against the clock to defeat some bad guy or an unknown threat? That’s his Thursday.

But this?

This isn’t his. It’s real, Peter could tell that much. Sure, it’s wrapped up in silk hisses and heart crushing terror, but Peter could always tell whether a nightmare was a nightmare or whether it was a memory.

This was a memory. Not his. His. It’s complicated.

“Your father, papito, he-,”

Then, it’d be the ruffle of his hair, brown eyes. It reminded him of his mom. But the crease of these eyes were different. Hardened, mean. Even towards him.

“Well, he said no, but I knew what he really wanted.”

The base of Peter’s neck always crawled when he remembered that line. His spider-sense warned him that whatever he’s remembering, he would not like.

“Ey, Peter.”

“Huh?” Peter blinked, looking up from where his arms were elbow deep in wires.

“Don’cha need gloves with that?” Frank asked, munching on some jerky. They were sitting in the living room, repairing a TV and a washer Frank had somehow managed to lug back to the apartment. It’s a toss up between Frank’s network of orphans (Peter included), street rats (these things are not mutually inclusive), or his own slightly higher than average strength. Not that they needed to thrift broken things, considering Peter’s funneling money from offshore bank accounts belonging to this America’s 1%. They just made it so easy! He and Ned had been hacking into government bases in middle school back on his world. This world? Not even a challenge. Regardless, this was kind of like… Frank’s version of those fancy sensory boxes for Peter.

“Oh, no. It’s not plugged in, see?”

“How’re ya gunna know it works then?”

“Plug it in after I’m done. Turn it off and on, you know?”

Frank stared at him, then rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.

“If you burn down that portion of the house, at least we’ll be warm for a bit.”

“Thanks. Your confidence in me is astounding.”

“You talk like an old man.”

“I do not! Excuse you! If I’m old, you’re the expired knock off cup ramen in the back of a convenience store!”

“Yo, shrimpy, that’s rude, ya hear?” Frank snickered, impressed at the quip. The Alley kid turned brother stood up to plop next to Peter.

“So… you gonna go…?” Frank made a whooshing sound and held his hand in a web shooter position.

“Tonight? Prolly. Anything I should look out for?”

“You’re gunna get yourself killed, but yeah, heard the gang’s back up north.”

Peter flashed a smile, dimples coming out. “I’ll try not to. Thanks, Frank.”

“Anytime, Spidey.”

Frank, though little (to Peter), was a good friend. Then again, considering Peter saved his ass both in mask and out of it, it’s to be expected. One would think that after eight years of hiding his identity, Peter would be better at it. Then, he got punted into a different world and got made by a child.

To be fair, the circumstances all but screamed Parker Luck, so Peter’s not counting this instance.

See, the first few days of this sudden cohabitation, Peter had asked Frank to find them furniture. Both because he was getting real sick of eating on the floor and because Peter needed to fix his suit to match his much younger body. Then, once he readjusted the shrinking nanotech and the spider legs to fit him in a way that wouldn’t break him, Peter had promptly swung out of the building and went patrolling. He stuck with the wandering Frank, taking out muggers and robbers and everything in between and past that around the area where Frank is.

Looking back, Peter realized how lucky he was when he decided to go on the “helping joyride” at the beginning of the evening. His spider-sense activated way later in the night, the moment where he began seeing and sensing the cameras that kept pointing towards him. He ducked and dodged out of the way, and eventually, the feeling left. Somebody was watching. And he doesn’t know where they stood on the moral side of things.

Anyways, it happened after three weeks and a half of going out and just… settling into life in Gotham. He had already been struggling to find a way home, scouring the libraries around Gotham on any subject that would aid in his multiversal travel. Peter would like to know which emo kid named this city.

Eventually, Parker Luck decided to strike once more.

“Get back, freak!” The lady brandished a wicked knife.

Talk about deja vu.

“Oh no! Knives! My greatest weakness!” Spider-Man yelled, sticking to the shadowed windows as he let his voice echo in the alley. Gotham had a lot of nice hiding places. Spider-man dropped down on her head like a bat out of hell and webbed the knife out of her hands. He webbed the mugger up onto the alleyway above normal reach, and told the man to call the police.

Frank screamed, just as Spider-man wrapped it up, loud enough to reach his enhanced hearing.

“Wait-!” The man tried to stop him, but Peter, small, trained, and having readjusted his reach, slipped away.

“What’s your name?!” The guy he saved yelled at his back.

Spider-man, distracted, yelled back, “SPIDEY!”

He shot webs upwards and used them to slingshot his way towards where Frank was. And… car! Peter used his webs to swing up, up, and let himself fall to gain momentum. At the last moment, Peter shot a web to the top of the car and pulled himself to it.

Shit, shit, shit. He’s stupidly attached to the kid, and he was stupid enough to let Frank go out into Gotham looking both well-fed and well clothed.

The world slowed as he locked eyes with a terrified Frank, who was getting dragged into a car.

The world narrowed to speed and Spider-Man landed on top of the car roof, sweeping his leg out and thankfully remembering his much shorter reach. His foot collided with the kidnapper’s face with the equivalent force of a grown up, slightly annoyed Peter Parker who’s letting his strength go a bit unchecked. Basically, they went flying, blood spewing out of the undoubtedly broken nose Spider-Man had just given them.

Standing on business, the shorter webster promptly flipped down wards as he all but glued the would-be kidnapper to the curb.

“You alright?”

“You’re- You’re that new mask.” Frank whispered, scuttling away from the car where he’d been dropped.

“Yeah, man. You okay?” His voice modulator came in clutch.

“Fuck. Fuck, I gotta-” Frank stumbled. The kid looked like he was one bad break away from snapping. Peter hated it when kids got that terrified look on their faces, it reminded him of himself, helpless as Ben bled out because they should never have to fear something that much.

Something’s wrong, though. As much as Peter wished otherwise, Frank was a Gotham bred and true alley kid, through and through. These kids don’t spook easily. Peter already stopped a couple of kidnappings and at least two of the kids had yelled at him to stay out of the way before unloading a rain of nut kicks on their kidnappers that left Peter wincing for days in sympathy. Frank being this spooked? Something’s going on.

“Woah, easy there, I’m not gonna hurt you,”

Frank shot him a half hysterical, half condescending look. Yeah, that’s more like it.

“Ob-obviously. I have to go before more of them comes,” Frank muttered.

“More of them? You know what they want?”

Frank stared at him, looking up and down at his blue, red, and gold ensemble.

“I can help,” Peter promised.

“What’re your thoughts on metas?”

Suspicious.

“Uh, they’re fine? Depends on the person, why?”

Frank sighed. The skinny teenager, barely 14, tugged at his hair. “They’re traffickers. Meta kids, mostly, so the Bats don’t do nothing. I- uh, I got caught.” He held up a thin wrist, showing Peter his new accessorie, a think metal bracelet that was beeping red.

Peter cursed in his head. Fuck, of course he’d stumble into a-

“Caught? You’re a meta?”

Frank nodded. “Strength. This is an inhibitor, illegal kind, you know?”

Well, that explained how he got all of those furniture without struggle.

“Right. Hey, don’t stress, kid, I’m a meta too.”

Frank blinked.

“What?”

Peter walked up the side of the car and did jazz hands.

“You’re a meta?! But- but you’re a mask operating in Gotham!”

“Yeah…? Is that weird?”

Before Frank could reply, Peter’s sense screamed and Spider-Man shoved Frank away from the spray of bullets.

“Move, Frank!”

Peter flipped away, vaguely aware of Frank’s gaping realization. He took down the shooters in quick succession, stopping the speeding car with his bare hands and some webs.

“Shooters, no shooting!” He yelled, liberally applying force he tended to keep under wraps. Frank was like a brother to him, and there is no universe where Peter Parker would hold back when his family was in danger.

When he got back to Frank, who had oddly stayed instead of running, Peter found out why the kid stayed.

“Peter?!” Frank hissed lowly, looking more pissed off than terrified. “Are you fucking insane?! Why are you running ‘round as a mask?!”

“Shhh!” Shit, he got made. “Come on, get back to the apartment and we can talk there. I’ll get rid of this-”

Peter casually snapped the bracelet in half, tearing the tracker out, and tucked it away to study later.

“Fuckin’- shit, fine, but you’re explaining everything, motherfucker!”

They split, Peter guessing correctly that he was in another lecture of a lifetime.

——

“Your vigilante name is Spiderman?”

“Hey, I can hear you say it without the hyphen! There’s a hyphen in there!”

“You’re not a man! You’re a twerp!”

“I’ll show you twerp, you-”

Five minutes of tussling later, in which Peter did not try to bite Frank’s arm off, thank you very much, Frank leaned back on the couch.

“Besides. People in the streets are calling you Spidey, anyways.”

“Spidey?”

“Some dude you saved from a mugging said you told him.”

Peter slammed his head on the floor where he was laying face down.

“Ughhhh.”

——

“He could have been great. I saw his potential.”

Anger. But he shouldn’t be afraid. The woman loved him.

“Hey, Peter. You’re up here again.”

“Hi.” Peter stayed curled up. His mind had refused him sleep for the last three nights, causing dark circles to appear underneath his eyes. The memories of what he assumed to be this world’s Peter was merging with his. What he’d seen so far did not fill him with confidence of a happy childhood. Flashes of wielding weapons, the sterile smell of a metal dissection table, and hundreds and hundreds of spiders crawling over him, getting startled into biting down. Plus, the stress of tracking down the meta trafficking circles in Gotham was no joke. He doesn’t know Gotham nearly as well as he knew New York, and he had to be extra careful running around and trying to catch every bit of the circle before making any moves. Frank was helping with his network of homeless Meta kids, but the traffickers were everywhere except for Crime Alley.

He should be dead. They sold his body to an organ harvester who dumped his venom filled corpse on the side of Gotham. At least he didn’t have to worry about killing his alternate version.

“Everything all right?” Red Robin clambered down to sit next to him, cowl hiding the concerned scrunch of his brow. He’s never seen Peter like this.

Peter grumbled, staring down at another alleyway. He knows his alternate died. His shit excuse for another sold his body to an organ harvester, when he seized on the operating table, who dumped his venom filled corpse on the side of Gotham. At least he didn’t have to worry about killing his alternate version. He does, however, have to worry about missing vital organs.

“I… remembered something.” Peter remembered a lot of things. And pretty much none of them were good. This Peter suffered a lot in his short life.

Red Robin nodded. The issue of Peter’s spotty memories had come up in their discussions over the past month.

“Ah. Something unpleasant?”

Peter thought back to the voice who, despite all of the other, highly traumatic memories, haunted his brain like nothing else.

“He didn’t live up to it. He refused to kill. So I made the decision for him.”

“Yeah. Not for me, but unpleasant that I know about it.”

“Yeah, I get that. You wanna talk about it?” Peter hid a small smile. Even though Red Robin kept his tone light, the concern still bled through. Warm. It made Peter feel warm. Even if it appeared that the Bats don’t really care about the trafficked meta kids… maybe Red Robin would come save normal kid Peter if he got kidnapped. A backup plan to consider. For now…

“Sure,” he said. Red Robin waited patiently.

“I think, I remember someone. Maybe, maybe my…” Peter grimaced. “My mom? She… told me something. And uh, I think I’maproductofrape.”

“Oh,” Red Robin said, so awkwardly that Peter had to crack a small smile despite the gravity of the topic. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. Me too. Not myself, but for…” Peter waved a hand. “You know.”

“Yeah.”

“She wasn’t a good person,” Peter whispered and hated how he missed the browns of her eyes- her middle name was Marie, and god, Peter wished he hadn’t known that because he gets why her eyes reminded him so much of his own mother- and she besmirched everything Mary Parker stood for.

“You have our combined potential, Peter. Make sure not to be like him too much and live up to it, papito.”

“It’s okay, to love her even if she hurt other people,” Red Robin said, gently ruffling his greasy hair. Peter’s spidey-sense tingled and he ducked away. Red Robin withdrew his hand. “Because you can’t really help that. Trust me, I’ve tried. You just have to make sure they don’t get the chance to do what they did again.”

Cold, cold voices and his voice gave out from screaming. “You really are your father’s son. Never being able to do what’s necessary.”

And Peter wondered what happened to Red Robin and who hurt him. Peter would just like to talk. Red Robin reminded him of himself, way back when being Spider-Man meant finding out Harry became Green Goblin. Pained. Tired.

“Yeah,” Peter agreed. But that’s not really a problem, considering the last thing the organ harvester said before dumping him in an alley. “She’s dead in a ditch in Siberia or something. I’m not really worried she’ll do it again.”

“Uh.”

“It’s cool,”

“Right. Have you… remembered your dad?”

“Yeah. He’s in Gotham,” Peter unfurled a little.

“You want help tracking him down? I’m good at that kind of thing.”

Peter glanced at Red Robin. “I think you just admitted to being a stalker.”

“Vigilante,” Red Robin shrugged, like it explained everything. And yeah, it kind of did. Peter snorted.

“Nah, it’s okay. I don’t want to meet him anyways.”

“Why not?”

“He doesn’t know about me,” Peter ticked off his fingers. “I’m a literal walking, talking, breathing reminder of his trauma. And I don’t need a dad.”

Red Robin looked at him silently. Peter doesn’t think about it.

He never wanted to see his parents suffer. An alternate version of his dad, hurt so irrevocably by an alternate version of his mom?

Peter hated that this Catalina dirtied his mother’s name, and went against the most fundamental parts of what the spider symbol was meant for. And considering he’s been doing this longer than her, he had first dibs on defining it. He’ll look after his dad, as long as he’s stuck in Gotham. It’s only right.

“His name? Oh, my son, it’s Richard Grayson.”

——

Peter, who Trusts his instincts: no head rubs?? awwwww

Tim, who’s been trying to get a dna sample for the last month: how does he keep evading me?? He must be a genius or a spy or- *spirals down the conspiracy board*

——

Tim: I’ve connected the dots!

Peter: you’ve connected jack shit

——

Listen, the moment I learned Catalina Flores’ middle name, the pieces clicked, okay? Like legos. It’s like, former FBI agent in this one and former CIA agent in Peter’s home universe? Wow. Middle name Marie? Mary Parker? Incredible. Spider themes run in the blood apparently?? They both have brown eyes!! Trying to do good with no qualms about murder!! (I’m assuming since Mary Parker was SHIELD and I don’t think SHIELD cared much for the sanctity of human life if it threatened the country or something)

[hotshot624]

✨Wolverine Tickle Headcanons✨

My pookie🥺 here are some headcanons for my favorite baby gurl currently. None of these pics are mine. I found them off of Pinterest. P.S. this was not proof read.

Lee headcanons

So let’s get one thing clear, this man is not going down without a fight

He’ll be a lot nicer if it’s someone he’s real close to trying to tickle him but like he doesn’t know you very well expect to be punted into a wall

If it’s someone he is super close to, he’ll still put up somewhat of a fight by pushing a shoving at the person but he doesn’t honestly want to hurt them so he’s going easy

He’s super ticklish on his stomach. When Jean was looking at him wounds in the first movie, she ran her hands over his stomach. He pushes her off saying it tickles so guys it’s literally canon fight me

Sometimes if you tickle his stomach long enough, he’ll kick out his leg like a dog would do. It’s super cute to see so I def recommend trying it

He’s got ticklish armpits too but nothing is as bad as his stomach

A contender for most ticklish spot has to be his around his neck, specifically under his chin

It’s hard to get under there because he’ll squish your fingers with his chin and head but if you do manage to do it, he lets out the cutest giggles. Just don’t bring it up that he giggles or he’ll get very upset and most likely will punch you

And just like Hugh, he snorts a lot when he laughs. Wheezes too but that part really depends on where and how long you’ve been tickling him

He reacts more to softer tickles. My man has known nothing but pain and suffering his entire life and he expects that even with tickling. Softly skittering your fingers across his stomach throws him for a loop and he starts to giggle and squirm. The sensation is just so foreign to him that he can’t really build up a tolerance to it. He can’t hold out for very long with the softer tickles and taps out pretty fast

And I’m not saying that rougher don’t get him cause they definitely do. He’s just used to people being rough with him so he can stand those a lot more than the gentle kind. Rougher tickles get him really laughing especially when you dig or massage into a certain place.

Raspberries and nibbles will literally kill this guy so don’t even try. (Please try it I’m begging you). Will usually writhe and buck as hard as he can’t to get the offender off of him but after like three he goes completely limp and just takes it

Surprisingly he does get into moods where he wants to be tickled. He does really like physical touch with those he cares about that doesn’t involve them hurting him. Will never admit to wanting to be tickled though. His go to for getting tickles is playfully annoying you into dishing them out.

He’ll shove at you, mock you, knock you things over, sass you, anything to get you to retaliate. He is so good at it too though. Like you can know what he’s trying to do and try to make him ask for tickles but holy shit can this man get under your skin. Scott knows best I’ll tell you that much.

When he wants so light hearted gentle tickles he’ll go to Jean for them. Her touch is soft and light and makes him giggle as he lays on the exam table. She’s the only one who he allows to see him giggling like that and doesn’t try to hide it from her. She’s super great full he trusts her enough for that and never takes advantage of it.

However when Logan wants some rough, tear jerking tickles he can pretty much go to anyone else in the mansion and piss them off. They get him good and leave him satisfied but his favorite is Scott. Even when being tickled to tears this man is still taunting poor Scott. My man cannot catch a break I’ll tell you that much

Teasing that gets him the most is when you poke fun at what he’s doing. Whether it’s how he’s barely fighting back or the noise he just made or how he’s all squirmy. That never fails to get him to blush. But make sure not to do it too often otherwise he’ll get genuinely insecure about it and make you stop.

As for the Worst Logan, he’s way more stand offish about being tickled. He hadn’t felt anyone tickle him sense his friends had passed and he really missed it but in his mind didn’t deserve to be happy for letting them all down

When he moves in with Wade though, Mr. Deadpool here makes sure he gets his fill of tickles even if it cost him so blood and lots and lots of broken bones.

Still won’t go down without a fight but Worst Logan fights even harder. The claws come out and he starts slashing. Has no remorse for Wade and will cut that guys head off if he can. He’s way more gentle with Laura but he still fights back.

Laura loved to tickle him to get him to relax a little. Her Logan was always so angry and grumpy and with good reason too, but she always wanted to be able to put a smile on his face and now she can! She may not be exactly as strong as him but she’s still pretty damn strong. She’s usually the one to hold his arms above his head while Wade is sitting on his waist to go to town

When he’s been all tickled out, he curls up into a ball to catch his breath. He’ll act like he hated it and call you names but at the end of the day he looks way more relaxed than before. Isn’t a huge fan of being cuddled afterwards and would rather have time by himself to recover. When he does, he’ll pretend like nothing happened and go about the rest of his day.

All and all very cute, very demure little honey badger🥰 10/10

Ler Headcanons

(This picture is absolutely terrifying. He looks like he’s about to come and bite me😭)

Boy you better watch out

This man may have looked all cute and cuddly while being tickled to pieces but when he’s on the hunt for a victim he is scary as hell

You are not getting away from him either. With his heightened senses he’ll pick up your scent in no time. He’s also way faster than the average human being so you’re not out running him either. Best course of action is to just stand that and except your fate🙏

Nothing is more terrifying than being in your hiding place and hearing this beast start sniffing. At this point he already knows where you are and is just messing with you. He’ll pretend to look around and get super close to your hiding spot before backing off and going somewhere else. He’ll repeat this process until either he decides the Lee might explode from anticipation or when he gets bored.

This man will also like let out a growl which is absolutely terrifying. Imagine you’re hiding in a closet and all of a sudden you hear this eerie rumbling noise coming closer and closer. Personally I’d shit my pants but that’s just me 🤷‍♀️

Will tackle you to the ground if he has to. You’re also not pushing that man off. He’s entire skeleton has metal in it his big ass is like 300 pounds. If he wants you to stay there on the floor you can bet your ass you’re gonna on that floor and you’re not leaving until he’s had enough. And depending on the reason why he was after you in the first place, you may be there for a loooooong time

Uses rough tickles on pretty much everyone. He’ll go a little softer on the kids in the mansion or Jean but he’s still digging in. He likes to latch on to a weak spot and vibrate his hands into it. That or drilling just his thumbs into your spot. It tickles way more than you think it does. And if he feels like it or thinks the Lee really needs it, sometimes he use gentle tickles but it’s very rare. Maybe if he sees you were have a hard day, he’ll sit next to you and pull you into his lap and lightly tickle your across your body. Just don’t get sassy with him or he’ll dig in with no remorse

Oh my god don’t get me started on them raspberries!!! I swear he could kill a man with them. He could blow like 100 and not break a sweat. You on the other hand…. Let’s just say it was nice knowing you😊

What makes his raspberries even worse is them god damn mutton chops. They’re actually pretty soft which makes it worse for his Lee cause it tickles way more than it should. And unfortunately for his victim, he knows this and uses it to his full advantage. He’ll nuzzle into your stomach or neck as he’s blowing raspberry after raspberry. He isn’t stopping until he see tears

He can tell when someone is in the mood for tickles and depending on how he’s feeling in the moment depends on how screwed you are.

If he’s feeling kinda annoyed at the moment prepare to suffer. He will not be going easy on you not matter what you even did to get you into this situation. He actually enjoys making his victims scream and thrash a lot. He thinks it’s hilarious

If he’s feeling playful, he’ll make it seem like you’re gonna get away but he always catches you in the end. He’ll even let your try and key word is try, to fight back but he’s still the one in control. He’s just doing it to make you feel like you have a chance

If finally if he’s feeling kinda mushy, he’ll kinda pull you into a bear hug or into his lap and wreck you like that. It feels nice to be in his warm embrace but like you’re still being tickled to tears soooo

With the Worst Logan, he’s way meaner and more aggressive specially when it comes to Wade. Since he can’t actually kill him, he goes all out until Wade is completely Blue in the face. Sometimes he literally has to be pulled off of Wade to get him to stop and then he’ll just go for you next so idk if it’s worth it bestie

He’s a little awkward around Laura still and is kinda afraid of making her uncomfortable. She tries to make him understand that she’s okay with it but no matter what he can’t push the feeling away that she might end up hating his if he goes too far. Finally after a while he started to just poke her repeatedly. No where near as bad as what he does to Wade but it gets her giggling and that makes him feel satisfied enough

At the end of the day he is an absolute terrifying ler and I love him so much.

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I hope y’all liked it! I really wanted to write for him for so long but never had the motivation to. Finally it came to me in a dream and then I wrote like half of this at 1:00 in the morning but it’s finished so that’s all I care about

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Can I have Yandere Malleus, Jamil, Floyd and Leona with a fem reader whose kid brother transported along with them to twisted wonderland? MC’s little brother is a bratty bully that she’s protective of because she had to act like a mother to him since they don’t have any parents. Her little brother can be very protective of his big sister and constantly antagonises the yanderes any chance he gets and when the time comes for them to kidnap MC, her little brother would do anything to stop them.

Kid Brother | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Similar to Spirit your brother is the deterrent for your obsessive suitors. But rather than protecting you through strength and perception, your baby brother’s aim is in his pull over his beloved older sibling. As the eldest sibling its natural you be as attentive as possible; its a given those interested will be less than stellar about it:

Malleus Draconia 

“Aw sorry Malleus, his stomach is hurting. No doubt he’s probably just got to go to the bathroom but just in case.”

“Perhaps Lilia can care for him? He has plenty of experience with children.”

“Noooo I want (YYYYYY/nnnn)!”

He doesn’t suspect much 

Not until a blatant attempt to propose to you is flubbed by your brother’s interjection

Than he’s alerted 

And he’s mad

He’ll need Lilia and Silver to bring him down from striking a child with magical lightning

In the end he’ll cope with it like its your child his child

“I see. The young one needs correcting and in honor of my love for (Y/n), I’ll be sure to…reprimand him properly.”

Jamil Viper  

“(Y/n)!!! He’s scary! Let’s go home!”

“...Fat chance. ~Tell the truth.~”

“I just want (Y/n) to take me away from you because you threatened to cook me.”

“...”

“...It…was a badly timed joke.”

Hypnotising children is usually easy

But your brother is such a snot nose it might backfire

But Jamil is slick and he doesn’t have morals 

So if given the chance to punt the little thorn in his side 

He will take it

‘Jokes’ aside he’s going to most likely shove him off towards the one person that can keep up with him 

“How about you and Kalim go on a magic carpet ride? Yeah that’ll keep you busy, right?”

Floyd Leech 

“Stay away from (Y/n) or ’ll beat you up!”

“Oh yeah?”

“...Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

Floyd is usually good with kids

Usually he’s able to get on their wavelength and have a good time 

But when he’s not doing that he’s used to making adults wet their pants

And he’s most likely going to do that

He can worry about being friendly with your kid after he’s shown them who’s really protecting you

“Oi oi why don’t we…work together. Shrimpy’ll like that, right?”

Leona Kingscholar

“Grrr. Back off kit we’re talking.”

“LAlalala (Y/n)! (Y/n)! (Y/n)! (Y/n)! I’m hungry.”

“I’ve got a knuckle sandwich for ya then.”

“Leona!” 

He should probably remind you what male lions do when they establish their rule over a pride

He doesn’t bother arguing with the rat because he’s too stupid to get it

But you’re not 

And unless you don’t want to be a single sibling 

You’ll tell him to shape up

“Ah (Y/n) does the rat really want to bother us now?”

[rosenbergamot]

“The snails like you?” Gem’s bewildered voice knocks him out of his building trance. He turns to her, then looks down at the snail that’s standing at his feet. It’s beady little eyes stare up at him. One could say they’re filled with love and admiration, but Grian is not that person. 

“I… guess?” He reaches down and pats it on its shell. His hand comes back thick with slime. His nostrils flare. “I dunno, they just keep coming back to me? I haven’t really given them anything.”

Gem puts her hands on her hips, stares down at the snail. She looks just about ready to punt it across the bay. It’s just a snail, though! “These stupid things have been eating my builds ever since I got here, and look at you! They love you! What are you doing that I’m not?”

“Fishing an exorbitant amount?” He tries. 

She throws her hands in the air. The snail begins to slowly turn to her. “No, I do that too! I’ve been doing that since I got here! I swear, you’ve just got a snail spirit or something, because I haven’t known anyone else whose builds they don’t eat.” 

The snail has reached her and begins to chew on her boots. He watches as its slime dissolves the leather at her toe. He looks down at his hand and notes that his skin isn’t dissolving. 

Huh. That’s weird. 

She shakes it off and huffs, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “Tell me what you did!” 

“Gem, I seriously have no idea. I-I’ve just been fishing!” The snail slides towards him and starts to crawl up his leg. There’s a slight tingle where it touches. He reaches down and pats it again. “I think maybe they just like what I’ve got going on here. Isn’t that right, snail?”

No response, just beady lifeless eyes. 

“Ugh.” Realistically, he agrees with everything she’s saying and has no qualms with her getting this angry. Because of this, he doesn’t know what to say. There really is no reason these silly things like him so much. It’s just as confusing for him as it is for her. 

The snail is now climbing up his back and staining his sweater with slime. “Next thing I know, you’re going to turn into a snail and start eating my stuff!”

He giggles. The snail sits on the top of his head like a hat. It’s ridiculously cold. “Come now, Gem, you know I wouldn’t go for your base. I’d go over there and eat Scar’s stuff.”

The tension drops from her shoulders. She rolls her eyes, smiling a bit now. “Yeah, that’s only natural. Well, don’t let me keep you from your snail shenanigans! But I swear I’ll get to the bottom of this!” She waggles her finger at him playfully. 

The snail falls off of his head as he nods. “I’ll hold you to that!”

He watches her hop across the water back to her lighthouse. His back is tingling from where the slime met his skin. It feels like he’s been dunked in mucous. Ugh. He needs to go have a shower. 

Later that night while he’s cleaning up, Grian stares into his bathroom mirror. Something has been feeling off. His back has started to itch. It feels like something is crawling underneath his skin. He wants to check his back to make sure nothing is wrong, but there’s a heavy feeling of dread that overtakes him whenever he thinks about it.

Indisputably, that must mean something is wrong. 

Still, he manages to steel his nerves and turn so he can see it in the foggy mirror. 

The first thing he notices is how red his skin has gotten. It looks like it’s raised a bit, as if a foreign object has been shoved underneath the surface and is trying to escape. He turns more fully, allowing himself to see all of his back.

The raised skin is in the shape of a spiral, bigger towards the outside. It spans the entirety of his back, sucks up his shoulder blades, dwarfs his waist. 

He flexes, noting the dull ache that comes with the movement. Curious. It looks a little bit like a snail shell. 

Huh. 

[aikuse]

CRAWL HOME TO HER | 2,724 words (~21 minutes reading time). gn!reader, major character death, descriptions of universe-accurate deaths, accidental necromancy.

author’s notes: did not think i’d run into a kinktober piece given how i’m still getting my groove back, but there was one tumblr post i saw that just punted me into next week. so…here we are! enjoy. i haven’t written for this guy in a little while…i missed him <3 i'm taking a bit of a different vibe here with doing parts of a topic instead of one-shots! therefore, this will have a second part i'll release at some point this month. enjoy! -> taglist: @qichun @fuyuswifey @suyacho @stunies -> join the taglist!

it’s quiet. too quiet.

the fog that drifts over the city is thick, light rain speckling against the gravestones as you meander through the rows. some of the stones are barely readable, long forgotten from families who have since moved on. some are fresher, emblazoned with golden lettering, untouched by the weather. despite the rain, incense smoke hangs in the air, pungent scents of patchouli and dragon’s blood sharp in the lazy breeze.

your destination looms in front of you, the stench of freshly moved soil clinging to your nose as you settle down, your backpack landing lightly on the floor next to you. you pull out a packaged bento box, leaving it in your lap before lighting your own incense sticks. one is placed in front of an older gravestone, the next on the much newer stone beside it. the ground beneath the second stone is churned; there’s an incredibly faint stench of death from it, but you chalk it up to the bleary weather.

there are no words to share between you and the dead, but you begin to talk anyway.

“there was no funeral, you know.”

you stare at the name that’s emblazoned on the newer stone. the name HANMA SHUJI glares back at you. you continue.

“i knew you were involved in some shady shit, shuji, but…my god,” you say, sounding like a chiding mother as you shake your head, “i didn’t realize you were that stupid. getting yourself wrapped up with a crime syndicate? really?”

the words that leave your mouth are forcing a reaction from your chest. it’s tightening up, and angry tears prick at your eyes as you’re shot back into the past, only for a moment. you can feel the spring breeze drifting through your hair, a whisper of the sunshine tickling your face. you turn towards the main path, chopsticks frozen in your hand, as you watch two ghosts sprint through the yard.

one is tall, far too tall and gangly to be anyone else but shuji. he holds onto a much younger version of you’s hand, sly smile plastered across his face as he stumbles after you. your hand is tight around his own, fingers interlocking as you match his smile. your voice echoes across time; if you hadn’t been paying attention, you’d have missed it.

come on! we’re already late, and you know i hate taking this shortcut. it’s creepy!

shuji’s laugh sounds like a wind chime.

c’mon, doll, it ain’t that bad. you got me here, anyway. i’ll protect ya from the scary ghosts.

the spirits dissipate into the fog, gone as quickly as they came. like a dream.

you turn back to the stones. KISAKI TETTA stares back at you from the older stone, and you sigh, swallowing heavily. “and you,” you say, your voice shaking as you point your chopsticks at the offending name, “you knew better. you should have known better than all of us. you were smarter than all of us, and you went and got yourself flattened by a fucking supply truck. ridiculous.”

there’s wetness on your cheeks now, rage making the bento box in your lap unappetizing. you place it on the ground, crossing your arms over your chest. your jaw sets as you return your gaze to Shuji. your voice is so small for the anger that’s tearing through your muscles.

“you promised me you’d protect me. you promised.”

that’s the straw that breaks you. that stupid little comment he’d made so long ago, so long before you’d all gotten wrapped up in the horrors of what Kisaki’s plans had brought you all. you’d gotten out of it somehow, escaping his slimy clutches, but Shuji was not so lucky. he was too entranced, too addicted to the chase. it would’ve ended badly no matter what, for him.

the tears falling from your face drip into the soil as you bend over, your stomach twisting inside of your body. they mix in with the drizzle, soaking down into the dirt. you think nothing of it; why would you?

it’s just rain. it’s just tears. tears that have built up over years of frustration, of a reaction to a phone call you’d never have imagined you’d receive.

you can’t stay here. if you do you’re going to end up ripping both of their stones out and throwing them into the street. the bento box, uneaten, disappears into your bag, along with everything else. all that’s left behind of an indication that you visited is the incense burning in front of both stones.

as you go to open the gate, you could’ve sworn you heard something move. it sounded like digging, a scrabbling noise similar to a sound a rat makes as it crawls up a pipe. you turn around; but nothing is out of the ordinary behind you. all the stones are still where they should be, the dirt untouched.

“fucking ghosts.”

still…you can’t get rid of the feeling that someone is watching you as you walk home. your neck hairs feel like they’re standing up completely straight, no matter how many times you scratch that stretch of skin.

the relief you feel after getting inside your house is immeasurable.

the feeling stops.

the rain only gets worse as the day progresses.

you stay inside; you have off work today, so you make yourself a nice tea and settle into the couch with a good book you’ve been pushing off on finishing. you deserve a nice day to yourself; and a rainy day is a fantastic excuse to do so.

the night comes before you realize it, the street lamps turning on amongst the torrential downpour. it’s a mess out there, car engines muffled by the rain hammering on your roof. you trudge into the kitchen, an instant ramen packet making its way into a bowl and into the microwave. tonight was not the night to be making dinner; low effort food was better than no food, and you did still have the bento box.

the movie you put on drifts you to sleep, warm ramen and bento in your belly as your eyes slide shut. despite your mini-breakdown in the graveyard, you feel good that you went. you know shuji would have appreciated it, in his own little way. you can practically see his crooked smile behind your eyelids. a visit? for me? you shouldn’t have, doll. feelin’ pretty taken care of.

“fuck you,” you whisper as sleep finally claims you.

it doesn’t last for long.

a loud bang on the door forces you awake. your watch that you hold up to your face reads 03:00 AM in bright numbers, and you groggily wipe at your eyes. “the fuck?” you say to yourself, wondering how badly this person needs you to answer the door. you pause before getting up, waiting for another knock. maybe if you don’t make yourself known to be home, they’ll go away — none of your indoor lights are on to indicate you’re even home, barring the normal porch light. you can see a shadow against the wall, but nothing more.

the banging starts again, even louder this time, and you jump to your feet. adrenaline spikes through your veins, fear clutching at you as you pad towards the door. “my god, okay, okay!” you holler towards the door as your hand lands on the doorknob.

you don’t turn it, though. you’re frozen all of a sudden.

the doorknob’s golden cover is ice cold. like someone is chilling it from the outside.

something primal arises in you. it’s a flight response, you’ve felt it before so many times when you’d hang around kisaki and shuji. you know it so well, even after all these years. why now? your brain panics, neurons firing, colliding information around in your head as if your very self is going scorched earth. every alarm in your mind is going off, telling you to not open this fucking door.

what the fuck what the fuck what the f—

you yank it open anyway. it takes effort, more effort than you’re used to, but you do it anyway.

a beat passes as your eyes take in what’s been lurking and banging behind the wooden door, and then you’re screaming. a bloodcurdling scream, one that sounded as if its coming from a prey animal having been caught by a predator, calling for help. it sounds far away — you can feel your vocal chords moving, but the sound doesn’t sound like it’s coming from you.

a humanoid hand slams over your mouth, pushing you back inside. the door closes behind the intruder, and you just stand there, shaking, letting its hand pressure your mouth as if wanting it to shut you up. heaven knows you wouldn’t have been able to stop at the horror you see before you.

it’s shuji. and he is covered in dirt.

it sticks to his pale skin, bits falling onto your carpet. he stinks of death, brown soil and grass dirtying the remaining fabric of his three-piece striped suit. dried blood is caked all over him, only adding to the horrible smell that’s coming off of him.

your eyes move upwards.

his lips seem normal; not the undead purple that you’re used to seeing in your shitty zombie Halloween movies. in fact, he seems relatively intact despite being dead as the dirt that clings to his body from hours ago.

he’s even wearing circular glasses as you look up to meet his eyes, against every screeching nerve of your judgement.

his eyes are…normal.

well, they’re glowing, which is different.

but they’re the same gold and purple that you remember. one of his lenses is broken, cracks spiderwebbed across its surface. beyond that, the structure of the frames seems as though its kept up. the crack looks newer. one of his hands comes up to his face to push the glasses further up his nose — you don’t miss the dirt caked under his broken fingernails. they’re cracked in odd places, as if…

as if he clawed his way out of the grave you were just at.

your entire body is frozen. you can’t scream anymore even if you wanted to, and he seems to recognize that as he removes his large hand. his hands are clammy, but he says nothing. he looks almost as surprised as you are, but in a different way. there’s no fear in his eyes, not a single hint of it. you would know; you’ve seen him afraid a handful of times, but for some reason there’s nothing like that there.

there’s only a strong, intense look. the word that appears in your brain is devotion.

something finally clicks in your brain, and you can move again.

you take a step back.

he takes a step forward.

you take another step back.

he takes another step forward.

your hand, shaking so hard you can barely point at him, raises. your finger quivers.

“y-y-y-y-you’re s-supposed to be—”

for the first time since rising again, shuji speaks.

“dead?”

his voice is gravelly. harsh. like he hasn’t used it in a while — which you instantly scoff at, because yeah, of course he wouldn’t have used it in a while. he’s been dead for weeks!

“yes!” it comes out as a squeak, your pointer finger still jabbing at him. “what the fuck! what is this? is this a sick joke? who are you? why are you dressed up as my friend? why—”

he lurches forward, hand gripping onto your shoulder. his grip is more intense than it used to be, as if he’s trying to dig underneath your skin. dig, dig, dig. as if to root himself inside of you.

you should run, you know that. you should run to your room and lock the door and pray to every god that he goes away. you should run the few steps through the kitchen to grab one of your knives, even if killing him again won’t kill him forever since he clearly can’t just stay dead. there’s a glimmer of hope that he disappears with the night, like a bad dream. this is just a bad dream, a nightmare. just a nightmare, of course, why didn’t you—

“not a dream, doll. it’s me.”

did i say that out loud?

the pet name flips a switch, and where there was cold fear, warm rage floods through your veins. you push off his hand with more force than you think you have, and your palms plant on his chest, ready to shove him away.

your hands freeze against him, like you can’t move him. like he locks your hands in place simply by touching him. the tile beneath your bare feet actively battles against you.

“fuck you,” you spit at him, pressing against him, trying to move your hands as his eyes widen behind his glasses, “fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. i cannot believe you— what the fuck is this? what the fuck are you doing here? how dare you—”

a litany of curses falls from your mouth in a rainstorm, almost as terrifying as the storm echoing outside. thunder rumbles and cracks as your voice raises in tone, lightning flashing through the window. it lights up shuji’s face, and his expression has your hands curling into fists, beating his chest, slamming against the clammy skin.

“why?” you finally shriek. “why now? why would you torment me like this? do you know how long it took me to gather the courage to even bother visiting you and Tetta? do you understand how this fucked me up? how my first fucking boyfriend died in some dumb ass stand-off in a gang that you didn’t belong in when you should have just—fucking stayed with me? DO YOU?”

a final thunderclap shakes your apartment’s walls, as if the very gods are rioting against what’s happening in your kitchen. as if they disagree with the unspoken ritual that’s happened to bring shuji back. as if they are as angry as you are for seeing the man you loved since you were a child standing in your kitchen, dripping blood, dirt and viscera all over your white tile.

your voice dies in your throat, the last words you’d spoken echoing around the apartment. tears flood your cheeks, dripping onto the floor. shuji says nothing, eyes wide in surprise. he studies you, more than he used to; he was always so flippant, but now…it looks like he’s actually listening. like he can actually hear you for once.

he looks hurt.

“no.”

his answer is short. you feel like an egg cracked open now, arms falling uselessly by your sides as you stand there and cry in front of him, sobs tearing at your throat. “how could you?” you manage to get out, watching him through bleary eyes, more sobs falling from your lips. you let him move to you—

and his arms wrap around you.

his lips press against the shell of your ear as your sobs quiet into sniffles and hiccups.

“i’m so sorry. i’m so, so, so sorry, doll. so sorry.”

“you think an apology is gonna fix this?” you whisper wetly.

“no.”

“then why would you—”

“because even if you take or not, you still deserve one.”

you’ve been through so many emotions in the past minutes. it’s felt like a whirlwind. “i know, moron,” you hiccup, “but you haven’t answered me. why are you here?”

shuji moves away from you then. there’s color coming back into his cheeks, as if he’s warming up again just by standing in the heat of your home. the dirt has liquefied, rivulets dripping off of him and onto your floor, but you don’t care. you’re suddenly so tired, your legs shaking, but you need an answer. you need him to answer you—

“because of you. because you need me. because i love you.”

you blink. “y-you what?” you gasp out.

he repeats himself, like he’s reading out the ingredients on the back of a soup can. it feels so far away as your legs finally give out, the floor quickly speeding towards your vision. you don’t miss the feeling of him catching you, large (warmed) hands wrapped around your figure as you pass out. his declaration lingers, though, like a whisper as you let yourself slip into unconsciousness.

“i love you.”

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[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - THIRTY EIGHT

Loona had waited outside Blitzø’s room, trying to give Stolas some privacy. She really didn’t know how to handle a dad crying. She didn’t know how to handle anyone crying.

Now he was gone. Some skeevy shark lawyer had interrupted and ushered Stolas off to hospital parts unknown.

With everyone else eating or home showering or getting a change of clothes, this was her first real chance to be alone with Blitzø.

Now she paced the room. She felt like her skin was on fire and she was ready to climb the walls; crazy.

She hated being here. Hospitals. Needles. Everything. It felt like death was lurking around every corner and she was on constant alert. She couldn’t relax. She had to protect him.

She wanted to do something. Needed to do something; needed to fix this. But there was nothing she COULD do. She felt useless. Trapped. Caged…

She’d tried to keep her temper in check with everyone. She knew it wasn’t anyone’s fault. She knew an attitude would only make things more stressful for everyone. But this was who she was. This was how she protected herself. This was how she survived all those years before…

Before Blitzø.

Before, Dad…

She looked over at him in bed. She wanted to smash something. Scream. Punt a fucking baby. Anything. Anything but see Blitzø like this.

Loona crossed the room and stood at his bedside looking down at him.

“I’m a f*cking garbage daughter. Aren’t I?”

Tears stung her eyes.

“All you f*cking wanted was a kid who would be cool with your weird-a** displays of affection.”

She crouched and lay her head on her crossed arms at the edge of the bed. She looked at Blitzø.

“A kid who needed you and wanted you around and would call you dad and tell you they loved you…”

Loona reached out and touched Blitzø’s hand. Tears began to fall.

“Instead… You got ME.”

Loona looked at Blitzø through teary eyes. She sniffled and sighed, letting herself wallow for a few moments before wiping away her tears and standing.

Loona took a deep breath to calm herself.

“Except… I DO need you.” Loona’s voice shook. “I DO want you around.”

Loona truly started to cry.

“You saved my life the day you adopted me,” Loona climbed onto the bed beside Blitzø. “I’m awful at showing it, but I appreciate you and all that you do… Even your over-eager displays of affection.”

Loona curled up beside Blitzø. She felt like an abandoned puppy. Alone. Afraid.

“Dad?” She looked at him through tear covered lashes. “I love you… Please wake up… I promise I’ll be a better daughter.”

***

“Oh my sweet, precious, baby girl! I’ve got to go to her, mom. How do I make this portal thing work?”

Blitzø hopped up and down on the view of his hospital room, but the image just rippled in the liquid at his feet.

He fell to his knees, growling and started to scratch at the image frantically.

“Sweetheart,” Blitzø’s mother stopped his hands. “It doesn’t work that way. You’ll only go back when your body is ready.”

Tears streamed down Blitzø’s face.

“But Loona needs me NOW!” His eyes grew two sizes and rippled with tears.

“Don’t make those puppy-dog eyes at me!” His mother smiled apologetically, and laughed lightly. “Loona is a strong, intelligent woman. She’ll manage without you for a little while longer.”

Blitzø pouted, looking up at her, tears streaming, snot bubbles popping… It was quite a sight to behold.

His mother snort-laughed, shook her head and splashed him playfully before standing to leave him to his pout.

“You’re an amazing father, Blitzo,” she said as she stood. “You’ve raised her well. Just let her grow a little on her own. The girl needs space to grow.”

*****

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Sooooo-How was it???

it was super fun!! well, i say that, but we all saw that game lol, it was definitely an agonizing 2nd and 3rd quarter. if my brother in law hadn’t taken it upon himself to get me constant refills of vodka sodas i don’t know what i’d have done lmao. 

anyway, i just got home and here’s some rambling about everything below the cut if anyone is interested! 

football thoughts

we got the win, so thank god. i know it was an ugly one, but jesus christ did we need it. the season isn’t saved at 2-4 by any means, but at least it’s not COMPLETELY ruined yet.  defense stepping up was great to see! bj, trey, and dj in particular seemed like they were everywhere they needed to be when they needed to be there, which was awesome. and yeah, i know it was daniel jones and the giants, but they just beat a pretty decent seahawks team and were actually a playoff team two years ago, so i’ll take it for now! like as bad as our defense has been, it certainly hasn’t helped that we’ve been going against some of the top offenses in the league like the ravens and commanders. so it’s good to see them hold an opponent off that we should have been able to hold off, you know? 

special teams also was awsome! ryan rehkow’s punts are really cool to see in person! (they go so high!!) 

offense….well. um. we could use some work there! what was it, 5 punts in a row and then a fumble?? yikes yikes yikes. play calling…. execution…. all of it was a problem. but i guess they just couldn’t find a rhythm with that d-line, which is definitely one of the toughest in the league, so i get it. but we better start figuring it out by next week with myles garrett…

off the field, sideline thoughts

joe’s 47 yard TD was insane though!!! seeing that in person was wild because of how excited all the bengals fans were and how horrified the giants fans were lmao. and the way he dove right through the pylon at the end had me so scared he didn’t actually make it, it’s so stressful when no one is commentating and telling you exactly what’s going lol. but joe doing his flex!!! and ja’marr and tee and the rest of the guys running up to him! we got a pinky shake!!! ja’marr flexing back?!?! come on. that was adorable! 

speaking of adorable celebrations, after bj tipped that ball that led to germaine’s interception, they had a cute moment on the sideline that i wish i’d captured. they did a little hand shake/celebration thing, and then kind of just like, held onto each other’s arms for way longer than i thought they would lmao. i love those two, their dynamic needs to be talked about more! (and they were roommates etc etc) 

but other than that, it wasn’t really a game for a lot of cute moments 😔 mostly everyone was just frustrated on the sidelines! ja’marr couldn’t sit still and kept getting up to pace around (which feels very On Brand, so that was nice confirmation.) joe would stare intensely at his ipad and sometimes wander off to stand on his own for awhile and watch the game lol. i found it interesting that no one tried to interact with him in those moments, that must be something that he just does sometimes and everyone is used to it! 

OH at one point joe was super pissed after a play, i think it must have been one of his sacks, and you could tell he wanted to, if not slam, at least forcefully place his helmet back on the stand. but as he was about to do it, he noticed that jake’s helmet was in his spot lol. so he had to pause in his angry ritual and move jake’s helmet, and then just kind of sadly set the helmet down instead, poor guy, even that couldn’t go right :( 

and then the very scary part was when joe took that BIG hit and they made him go in the blue tent!!! god i was so drunk and confused and scared at that point, i had to hold my sister’s hand the whole time he was in there. but, thankfully he wasn’t in there long, and he came out looking even more pissed that they made him go in in the first place lmao. 

that’s about all i got! it was a really fun experience and i’m glad i got to see a W! wasn’t quite the week though for a lot of cute moments for sure. but oh well! i’ll see if i have any pictures or videos worth posting…. 

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Long Time Coming I Chapter Ten I Here We Go Again

Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge of it itself. Being a football protigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warning: None?? That I can think of?

A/N: Enjoy

Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine

Have you ever smelt miles and miles of poop surrounding you? I hadn’t either until Ted’s big plan to get the guys spirits up. But now that smell was stuck in my nose. Even if it was just poopeh.

I stood on the pitch, one foot on the ball. It was the beginning of a new season. A new start. Which I was thankful for. The past few months since the end of the last season, and the excitement of the promotion, had been an emotional whirlwind and I was excited to finally have something to focus on. AFC Richmond had a chip on its shoulder the size of a boulder going into the season and all eyes were on us. Unfortunately, most of the odds were stacked against you even Paddington Bear had the odds against you.

But things were different this time around. Richmond was stronger, more put together than ever. This team was on the brink of being the greatest, all they needed was the right push. What that push was going to be, I couldn’t say.

I took a step back and punted the ball down the field watching it as it fell, down, down before bouncing once then into the goal.

By the time I made it back into the building, the halls were bustling with life. Various greyhounds coming into the locker room, various staff walking in and out of rooms, all the signs of an active football club. I made my way up to Rebecca’s office to meet Keely. Since she was becoming a big CEO and all, she wouldn’t be at the club as much.

She left Rebecca’s office with Ted and Higgins following closely behind.

            “(Y/N) (L/N)!” Ted greeted. “What are you doing here?”

            “She’s here to see me, of course!” Keely told him, coming over to loop her arm with mine.

Ted put his hand over his heart in feigned offense. “And here I was thinking she was here for me.”

            “Sorry, Ted,” I said, leaning against Keely. “I’ll be sure to set up our morning chat later.”

As Keely and I headed down the stairs, we chatted about the off season and Keely’s exciting new job. We reached the bottom of the stairs where we were met by Isaac leaving the locker room. He asked her for a shoe deal. Not a brand deal. Just shoes. I glanced over and saw Jamie walking down the hallway with Bumbercatch and Colin. We made eye contact for a moment before I tore my eyes away from him to look over at Colin.

            “Hey, Colin.” I approached him instead. “How’s it going?”

            “Hey, (Y/N).” He smiled at me. “Bumber and me were just talking about going to see some music this weekend, do you want to come?”

I glanced over at Jamie again who was now talking to Keely. “Oh, I wish. I actually have plans.”

            “Oh, too bad. But next time year?”

            “Definitely!”

Finally, Keely and I were done dealing with the hordes of footballers and we could finally chat. That was until Roy approached us. I knew enough about their situation to back off for a moment, give them a second to chat. I felt Jamie’s eyes burning a hole in the back of my head, but I refused to look. I couldn’t look. I didn’t trust myself to look. So, I just waited, staring at literally nothing.

Finally, Keely was done and walking down the hallway. I rushed after her, not acknowledging the boys behind me.

            “Keely! Wait!” I called rushing after her. “What was that? With Roy?”

            “Oh, that? We… we uh… broke up!” She said it like it was nothing. Like she hadn’t just dropped the biggest bombshell of my life.

I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me. “What?”

            “We haven’t really told people, but yeah…” She shrugged then looked at her watch. “Look at that! I have to go.”

            “Keely! You can’t just-“

            “Gotta go, Barb’s waiting for me.”

            “Keely we’re gonna talk about this!”

            “Later!”

And she was off, leaving the club. I shook my head in disbelief. I turned around just intime to see Jamie leaving the boot room with Roy. We made eye contact. I started backing away slowly, and Jamie started walking towards me. Step by step I backed up until I hit a wall and Jamie was standing right in front of me.

            “(Y/N).”

            “Jamie.”

Then he was kissing me. I gasped in surprise but kissed him back for a moment before pushing him off of me.

            “Jamie, not here.”

He pouted at me as I pushed past him. “No one’s around, I checked.”

            “You did not check, you said my name then you were kissing me,” I pointed out peaking around the corner before turning back to face him.

            “I know, I know, just…” He leaned against the wall next to me. “How long do we have to keep it a secret?”

Deciding to stay private for a while was my idea. If it were up to him, he’d be on me all hours of the day and while that idea sounded really nice, I needed time to have him to myself. Just us.

            “Just until… the season gets started,” I decided on saying. “People aren’t nice to me in the press and I don’t want to give them another reason to hate me.” Jamie pouted, grumbling something about not caring what people say. I turned to face him, bringing my hands up to rub up over his shoulders. “Look, for now we’re theirs but when we get home, we’re ours. It’s better this way.”

Though I didn’t sound too convinced myself. It broke my heart to keep Jamie a secret, and I know it was hurting him as well. But my worst fear was going public and hearing all the reasons we shouldn’t be together. He deserved better than me, or I was the reasons we weren’t playing well. Whatever they could find to tear us apart.

            “Ours, I like the sound of that, love,” He crooned, smirking at me.

            “Yeah… ours,” I echoed him, matching his smile. I saw him start to lean down to kiss me but panic shot through me so instead, I stepped back and started down the hallway to the locker room. I heard him stumble behind me and let out a curse, but I continued forward.

The locker room was a mess. The boys were up in arms about the Roy and Keely break up, something to do with signing Zava, and Trent Crimm for some reason? Jamie wasn’t far behind me but I tried not to notice him as he came in and stood to the side.

            “Why would Zava write a book about Trent Crimm?” Zoreaux shouted in confusion. I walked into the room looking around at the chaos.

            “Hold on a second!” Ted silenced the room. “If y’all didn’t know about Zava, which may or may not happen…”

            “We’re getting Zava?” I muttered to Beard.

            “Possibly,” He replied.

            “And y’all didn’t know about Trent Crimm, which is happening…” Ted continued.

            “Trent Crimm is writing a book about us?” I asked again.

            “Definitely,” Beard confirmed.

            “Then what were you so worked up about?” Ted finally finished.

The boys looked at each other, none of them wanting to admit what the issue was. Finally, Sam stepped up.

            “Roy and Keely broke up.”

Beard yelped, making me jump. Then Ted fainted.

It seemed the whole league was up in arms trying to get Zava to join them. It was all the boys could talk about as well. Especially Dani. Dani had a weird thing going to be honest. Zava certainly was an amazing player. I’d seen him on the field. He reminded me of Jamie a few years ago. Except he was about 10 years older with a wife and children.

The other weird thing was Roy’s vendetta against Trent Crimm. He’d outright banned all the lads from talking to him about anything. It was weird and personal in a way I’d never seen Roy act before.

            “(Y/N) (L/N), first female coach in the league…” Trent started, coming up to me.

            “Nope.” I shut him down. Even if I wanted to talk to him, starting the conversation about my place as a woman in a male dominated field was not going to be the way to do it. I walked straight past him into the coaches office.

Roy was smiling at me as I did. “Nicely done, (L/N).”

            “I didn’t do it for you, dickhead,” I grumbled, though I was smiling while I said it. I was smiling more than I used to now. Things were going well! The club was promoted, I was with Jamie, and things were finally looking up. So, why on earth did I feel off.

            “Jamie! I’m home!” I called into the house as I walked in, juggling a bag of groceries on my hip.  There was silence in the house, though. Maybe, he wasn’t here. We hadn’t officially moved in yet, so it wasn’t like we were always together. But usually, after a long day of pretending we weren’t together, he liked to be with me. Then I heard the sound of the TV on. “Jamie?”

I walked into the house and placed my bag of groceries down on the counter. From the kitchen I could see into the living room where Jamie was watching a football game. He was leaning forward, completely engrossed in the events of the game. It was cute to watch him to enamored with the game he loved so much. I came around the back of the couch and placed my hands on Jamie’s shoulders, prompting him to lean back.

            “Hey, babe,” I greeted, kissing the top of his head. He hummed in response, his eyes still not leaving the screen.  “What game are you watching?” It took me a second to realize he was watching me. That it was my kit on the screen. An old imperial game where I was commanding the field. I stood back, letting my hands fall to my sides. “Jamie… what is this?’”

            “It’s you, ain’t it?” He pointed at the screen. “I love this part, watch” I watched as I did a backwards kick to a teammate, sending the ball back to the middle of the field before it was sent back to me on the outside. From there I sent the back flying in a beautiful arch into the goal. “Fuckin’ brilliant it is.”

I watched myself celebrate on the screen, my teammates swarming me and cheering my name. It made my smile remembering those times. But I tore myself away from it before I could get too sucked into the nostalgia of actually playing football.

            “I’m gonna make dinner,” I said, turning back into the kitchen.

Jamie hopped up off the couch and followed me. “Why’d you stop?”

            “Hm?”

            “Why’d you stop playing football?”

I started to unpack the groceries I got thinking on the question. Why had I stopped? I stopped because the second I was out of uni, no one cared about me anymore. I stopped because my mum told me that it was time to get serious, that football wasn’t a career for women. I stopped because everything in the world was against me when I graduated.

            “Uh, it just didn’t work out for me, I guess,” I replied, absentmindedly.

            “I find that hard to believe,” Jamie returned, coming over to help me put stuff into the refrigerator. “You were top of the league when you graduated. Surely you had offers.”

            “It just didn’t work out, alright, Jamie?” I said, shortly, ending the conversation. “Now can you grab me the butter out of the fridge.” Jamie pursed his lips at me, clearly knowing there was more to the story than what I was letting on. But he grabbed a stick of butter and tossed it over to me. “Besides, I like coaching now. I’m good at it.”

That made Jamie smile. “Right on that one, babe.”

I sighed, happy that I was able to get Jamie off the subject of my departure from the game. Of course, I wanted to play football when I got out of college. But there were some words that cut too deep to ignore.

Luckily, we had the upcoming Chelsea game to discuss. Richmond was the talk of the town. Well, right next to Zava, we were. Everyone was watching as we either sunk or swam in the Premiere league on our first attempt back.

The stadium was buzzing as Roy, and I entered the field. At first, the buzzing was geared towards Roy. The chant of ‘he’s here, he’s there, he’s every-fucking-where, Roy Kent” filled the air. I could tell he was trying not to let it get to him, but he was touched for sure. But that chant was soon overtaken with cants of ‘Zava’! I turned and saw the prick in the stands. It made sense, Zava was all but signed to Chelsea according to Higgins’s various rumors.

But then the game was off. I watched as the boys tried to get something going but after several failed attempts, including one off Dani’s face, we ended the first half 1-nil with Chelsea on the board. Chelsea was playing offensively. Waiting for our guys to pass so they could intercept and take back possession. All they needed to do was hold onto the ball as long as possible.

            “Hey, fellas. Listen up,” Ted began, starting our half time meeting. “We get one goal we’re right back in this thing, yeah? But right now, we are being so unoffensive, we might as well be a Hallmark Christmas movie, you know what I’m saying.”

No, no we did not. But he continued nonetheless.

            “I mean, Coach, how many shots on goal we have that half?”

            “Just one,” I answered.

            “And that one was pretty much a mistake. Am I correct, Dani?”

            “Yes, it bounced off my face. But my face almost scored!” He returned enthusiastically.

The boys chattered amongst themselves, trying to figure out exactly what they were doing wrong. I dared a glance over at Jamie. We’d mastered the art of eye conversations. We usually were able to communicate our thoughts without saying anything. Sneaking around will do that for you. He had a thought, I could tell. If he was on the same page as me, I wanted him to share. He nodded at me.

            “Just an idea,” Jamie offered starting to stand.

            “What you got?” Ted called on him.

            “Right, so every time they’re going past the halfway line, they’re just...”

Then Trent entered the room, and everyone fell silent. I wanted to rip my hair out of my skull. They were giving up valuable strategy time all because of some stupid grudge Roy had on Trent. I looked at Ted, begging him to do something. Luckily, he seemed to understand my plea.

First Ted went with Roy just a few feet away into the showers. Then Ted emerged and Roy barked for Trent. Whatever happened in that room I don’t want to know but when they came out again, Roy allowed us to discuss around Trent. Unfortunately, we didn’t have much time, so I urged Jamie to finish his thought.

            “Listen!” Jamie shouted out over the noise. “What I’m saying is, every time we go past halfway, they’re just blocking up the passing lanes, you get that? So just kept dribbling until they stop you.”

That’s my boy. He saw exactly what I had seen. The boys seemed to have more energy going into the second half and it showed when Sam scored a goal off Dani’s face. And that was it, we finished the game in a tie against Chelsea.

As unorthodox as it was, I was excited. Excited because I could feel the electricity of things working on the field. Of the boys understanding each other and communicating. This was the game I loved. For a moment, just a single moment, I wished it was me on the field.

As we exited the field, I caught Trent standing to the side as we filed into the locker room.

            “Trent,” I called over, to him.

            “Coach (L/N),” He noted, standing up straight as I walked over to him. “To what do I owe the honor.”

I snorted, shaking my head. “Look, if there’s one thing, I want you to understand about me is that I am not some female superstar here to save my gender in the league.” He cocked his head at me, removing his glasses to better look at me. “I’m here because I love football. Just like everyone else on this team.”

He nodded at me, understanding. “I hear you. I understand you were quite the player in university. What made you stop playing.”

Oh, so now everyone was wondering about my past huh. Well, this wasn’t about to become some melodrama about why I didn’t play football anymore. I was here to do one thing and one thing only, coach football.

            “Nope!” I popped the ‘p’ at the end and sent him a wink. And with that I turned around and headed back into the locker room.

            “Goodnight, Coach (L/N)!” I heard Trent countered as I walked away. This season was certainly turning out to be an interesting one. But then again, when wasn’t it always.

I was looking forward to the celebration that was in store in the locker room but what I was met with was the awe shocked group watching a video on their phones. A video of Zava deciding to come to Richmond.

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“Something big is coming, dudes. If I were you, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“You know that’s too cryptic to air, right?”

“Then you do the teaser, Mr. Know-it-All!”

“Fine by me.

“Last season, on Total Drama Island…

“Sixteen teens battled for another shot at a million dollars, after Priya took home the season one prize. After a few torturous weeks, it was Wayne, Julia and Caleb against one another in a gruesome finale. Wayne got punted into the sun and was gone for good, until, in a shocking twist of events, he smashed the finish target - literally. Wayne thus became the second winner of Total Drama Revived.

“Now, with new grudges to hold and more hatred to come, twelve of these sixteen teenagers will be back for another few summer weeks at our camp… And they won’t be alone—”

“Because we’re bringing back twelve contestants of the first ever Total Drama Island generation! That’s right, big news here for the fans of TDI! Your favourites have a chance of returning to compete for not a hundred thousand, not even a million, but this time, two whole million dollars, in the biggest and most excruciating Total Drama Island season yet!

“Our challenges will vary from totally new to totally old – I’ll introduce new challenges, as per any season, but bring back some from the first generation and the fourth one. The adults may get kicked out because of the latter, and the kiddos may not be as strong when it comes to the original challenges.

“Besides, to ensure they have even worse chances, there will be three teams, shuffled in a way that almost nobody has an advantage… Almost. Because where’s the fun in making everyone equally powerless?

“Sounds fun? Exciting? Incredible?! You’re going to want to tune in right here for the tenth season of Total Drama Island sometime soon!”

“Wait, we don’t have a set date?”

“Dude, we don’t even know if all the adults we asked to come are gonna show up. Of course we don’t!”

“You really oughta start planning these things better, man…”

“Forget it, okay? Anyway… I’m your host, Chris McLane…”

“And I’m your co-host, Chef Hatchet…”

“And this is...”

Total Drama: The Bridge Between Generations!

coming soon to an AO3 near you.

questions, concerns, suggestions to be deposited in the ask box.

TD: TBBG is written by @canonically47. the blog is entirely run by the writer.

[thisnameisnotspokenfor]

This is for the ask game: B, E, K, and X please!

Hehe! Thank you! *cracks knuckles*

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

This is a tough question. But I think I’d have to say no. Personally I’ve never thankfully pulled a star out of the sky, nor do I serve/work for someone like magnifico.

But I mean as someone currently getting destroyed academically I’m feeling Asha’s frustration on a whole new level 😭😭😭

E: E: If you wrote a sequel to [kingdom of the stars], what would it be about?

I’ve punted this idea around a few times, I really have because I do think I have enough lore/material for a sequel and maybe a hazy ending in mind, but it would all depend on how well I think it could come together. KOTS sorta fell into place the more I thought about it, even though one huge thing did change in between planning and writing that I’ll tell you guys at the end of the story.

But for now I’ve always liked the one idea that the ideal sequel to KOTS would be like a treasure planet/the Odyssey esque crossover with Asha in space teaming up with Jim to retrieve an ancient star artifact while coming across all sorts of enemies. I honestly don’t even if Cepheus would be there- I know he should but uuuhhh (it’s hard to explain without spoiling stuff) this honestly feels more like a spin off than a sequel

Another sequels idea is honestly too spoiler heavy but just know that it involves Asha meeting Ceph’s family who are just as curious about her as she is about them. (That’s all I’m gonna say for now! The drama would be insane and there would definitely be a quest.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Blame @yurikalonesome for this but the story would end with Ceph being stuck in the sky always there for Asha to see but never to speak too as she eventually grows old and passes away. That’s only one idea I’ve had- I’ve played with Rosas being destroyed, some curses being permanent, a bunch of stuff. the other ones are more spoiler heavy, but I honestly think I’ve got a weird definition of angst lol.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

Honestly? All of them😂😂😂 like my pain is rated E for EVERYONE IN MY CHARACTER CAST. They’ve all had pain trust me. But it honestly depends on the mood- it usually alternates between Ceph and Asha but it’s ok. I’ll make it up to them- I promise…. 😉😈

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Birthday Cake (Deuce Spade)

There's actually a tradition about birthday cakes back where the Prefect comes from.

Original idea by @strawberry-pie-thoughts

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

“You think you’re so slick, don’t you, Spade?”

“Ace, as the birthday boy, I can and will punch you if you don’t wipe that smirk off your face.”

Ace can only laugh at the blush covering his friend’s face. The moment the Prefect told them that little birthday tradition of giving the first slice to the birthday person’s most loved, he knew Deuce would fixate on it like Riddle fixates on rules. He could practically hear the gears going inside his head in the days leading to his birthday.

He also heard Trey and Cater gossip about it like the old ladies trapped in teenager bodies they are. Deuce should know by now that there’s no secrecy when it comes to those two, and judging by the knowing look on Riddle's face as he “innocently” sips his tea, even the usually oblivious Housewarden was aware of what is happening.

“C’mon, everyone knows already! I’m sure the Prefect also caught on.”

Deuce is so obvious about it, anyway. Not only did he give her the first slice of his cake, he gave her pretty much the first piece of anything he decided to eat all evening. Got a cupcake? She got the first bite. Got a plate of cookies? The first cookie finds its way into the girl’s hand faster than hedgehogs can run. Got a drink? They have shared so many indirect kisses the last hour, Ace feels like just pushing their faces together and getting them to actually kiss before he explodes in frustration.

“He does have a point, y’know?”

“Not you too, Cater.”

Ace feels Cater’s arrival more than he sees him, leaning forwards a bit to accommodate the weight of the upperclassman on his back.

“Our dear (Y/N) is wondering if her crush is actually aware of what he is doing right now~”

“She’s panicking to Trey, isn’t she?” Ace snorts, giving Deuce a look. Really, who spends the whole evening practically doing a courting ritual and then disappears? From his own birthday party, no less! “Man, you’re being a coward. Just go and tell her, or I’ll do it!”

“Don’t you dare!” that gets Deuce to react as usual, the boy getting up with his fists ready for a fight. “I’ll punt you, Trappola!”

“Who the fuck says ‘punt’, stop trying to sound posh!”

“Boys, boys, not the time,” Cater warns, eyes on his phone. “I just texted her, she’ll be here in a mo, so you, Deucey, better get your shit together, and you, Acey-wacey, are on Grim duty.”

“What?! Why am I on Grim duty?!”

“Because you’re the best friend of the couple~”

“So what?!”

“Who do you think will babysit their kids in the future?”

“I refuse!”

[throughthetwistedmirror]

There's a Big Surprise! ~ *Jamil Viper*

Summary: Kalim is throwing yet another party when Jamil was hoping for an actual day off. Now he has to be there because you’ve been roped into being the headlining act. He has to protect you, you know!

Pairing: Jamil Viper X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 2187

Warning: Jamil is going through it

Masterlist

Taglist: @soulangel

Now, Jamil knew he was supposed to be relaxing. He was home for the holidays and his parents gave him the day off to take time himself. And he really did try. He went shopping with his sister for a couple hours and walked around the palace gardens. But he couldn’t relax. Something was bothering him, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

He then knew something was up when you came rushing to him with the biggest smile on your face. “There you are! Kalim and I have been looking all over for you!”

“Why? What’s wrong? Has something happened?” He asked, frantically. Of course something happened. Kalim could never stay out of trouble. But getting you involved in it? That was one line too far. He needed to fix this right now!

Instead of answering him, you handed him a piece of paper. Upon further inspection, he realized it was an invitation. Kalim was throwing another party. And you had him all worried for nothing!

“A party?” He asked, his earlier worry gone from his voice. He rolled his eyes as he handed the invitation back to you with a huff.  “Wow, there’s a big surprise! I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.”

You frowned. “But didn’t you see the bottom? The special guest part?”

His gaze flicked to the part of the invitation you were pointing at. There at the bottom, it announced that a special guest was invited to sing. His eyes widened at the name.

“You?! You’re singing at his party?”

Nodding, you hugged the invitation to your chest. “Yes! Isn’t it exciting? He asked and I couldn’t say no. I can’t wait for tonight! You are coming, right?”

Initially, Jamil intended to decline. He still had the day off. He could hide in his room and pretend he never saw that irresistible sparkle in your eyes. But the way your excitement lit you up like a firework, well, what could he say?

“I have to. Kalim will get into trouble if I don’t.”

That wasn’t what he wanted to say. Especially seeing you deflate at his words. He wanted to take it back, but you put a brave smile back on your face.

“Oh, well, yeah, I suppose. But I’ll still see you tonight, right?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Good. I’ll see you tonight.” And with a shy wave, you raced back to the palace, probably to get ready for tonight.

Letting a long breath, he shook his head. This was going to be a long night for him, he just knew it. He might as well get it over with.

If Jamil thought he was restless before, he was way worse now. All he could think about was you singing at the party. How did Kalim rope you into it? What were the stipulations with this agreement? Why didn’t you run this by him first, so he could tell you this was a bad idea?

That last question gave him pause. Why did you need to tell him about what you were doing? You had your own life. He didn’t have to interfere with it. But why did not being told that you agreed to sing at Kalim’s party bother him so much? He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it was frustrating. So he tried not to think of it, even though the question kept swirling in his mind.

As the hour for the party’s start drew nearer, Najma was laughing at him.

“You look like a wreck.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, a frenzied edge to his voice.

She shook her head with a chuckle before sitting him down at his desk and grabbing a brush. While she brushed through his tangled hair, she explained. “You look like you’re about to punt Kalim to the sun and like you’re about to throw up at the same time. I’ve never seen you this crazed about one of his many parties, like ever. So what’s the deal, huh?”

He shook his head, causing her to whine in annoyance as he continued to mess up his hair. “It’s nothing. Just drop it, Namja.”

“I can’t! I want to know what’s going on in that big brain of yours.”

With a huff, he muttered, “It’s just, Y/n is going to be singing tonight. And I don’t like it.”

She paused for a brief second. “You don’t? I thought you’d be overjoyed to hear them sing. I’ve heard them once and they’re amazing!”

“I mean, yeah, I’m curious. But I don’t like how they didn’t tell me they were going to be singing at the party.” He shoved his face in his hands. “And then I feel guilty for thinking that because they don’t have to tell me shit. They can do whatever they want! But I still don’t like this.”

“Oh… I get it now.” Namja snickered as she tied his hair back in a low ponytail.

He opened one of his eyes. “What?”

“You’re jealous.”

This caused Jamil to explode out of his desk chair, almost knocking his sister to the ground. “I AM NOT! WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?!”

She burst in hysterical laughter and pointed at him. “YOU SO ARE OH MY GOD! THIS IS AMAZING! I never thought my big brother would be jealous over a person, least of all jealous over Kalim!”

“NAMJA!”

Shaking her head, she wiped a tear from her eye. “You’re right, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But it’s true. I never thought you’d be jealous. And you’re so cute when you are.”

As she pinched his cheek, he groaned. “If you’re not going to help, just leave.”

“Fine.” She sighed. Before she did, she added, “I’ll go help Y/n get dressed. They’re going to look so cute so you have to be there tonight, alright? I don’t want any of our hard work to go to waste.”

Once his sister left, Jamil flopped into his bed, messing up his hair that she just fixed. Now he had to deal with the fact that maybe, just maybe, he was jealous. And that thought scared him half to death.

It didn’t take long for him to be back on his feet and right in the middle of the receiving room of the palace. At least he got to see some of his friends from school. Kalim sent invitations to everyone at NRC to celebrate the beginning of the holidays with him and his friends in the Scalding Sands. So he said hello and exchanged pleasant small talk.

However, anxiety tickled the back of his mind. Where were you? Were you still getting ready? Were you hiding away, practicing for your little performance? Or were you hiding from everyone, scared out of your mind, and trying to talk Kalim out of it?

Wherever you’re at, he needed to be there.

Again, the thought surprised him. He didn’t need to be where you were. No, he needed to be where Kalim was, to keep him safe. But he had no idea where he was. So he stayed in the receiving room, keeping his eye out for Kalim or you.

“ATTENTION EVERYONE! MAY I PLEASE HAVE YOUR ATTENTION?”

Jamil glanced over to the back of the room. While he was keeping some rowdy party guests from causing too much trouble, he missed Kalim entering the room. Curious and anxious about what he had to say, he turned his full attention to him, arms folded over his chest.

“HELLO EVERYONE! FIRST, I WOULD LIKE TO THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING TO MY LITTLE PARTY! IT’S ALWAYS SO NICE CELEBRATING WITH GOOD FOOD, GOOD MUSIC, AND GOOD FRIENDS. AND SPEAKING OF GOOD MUSIC, I WOULD LIKE TO ANNOUNCE WE HAVE A SPECIAL LIVE MUSIC EVENT! IF YOU WOULD ALL PLEASE FOLLOW ME INTO THE MAIN BALLROOM…”

And with that, there was a mass exodus to the ballroom, with Kalim in the lead. Jamil tried to catch up with him, but there were too many people in the way. So much for a little party.

The ballroom was dark and covered in dark, thick drapes. The back section of it had a curtain over a makeshift stage. That must be where you were going to perform. Goosebumps prickled his skin and a chill washed over him. It was too late to stop him or you. All he could do now was watch.

Kalim hopped up onto the stage and spoke into a microphone. “EVERYONE! PLEASE PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER AS I AM PROUD TO ANNOUNCE Y/N L/N!”

The curtain rose. There you were, in a stunning outfit, smiling brighter than the stage lights. You looked absolutely astounding. He couldn’t help but stare, not realizing his jaw had dropped slightly. Carefully, you walked up to the mic, introduced yourself again and introduced the song you began to sing.

It was perfect, as if it was made for your voice. He thought he never wanted to hear another song again, unless it was sung by you. You were practically made to perform.

“Enjoying the show?” Kalim popped up beside his shoulder, scaring him half to death. He chuckled as he shut Jamil’s mouth, which made him even more flustered.

“How did you rope them into this?” He asked instead.

“They asked. Besides, who am I to turn down such a beautiful voice? They’re like a siren, you know?”

He didn’t answer.

Kalim just shrugged. “Well, they’re not my siren. Their heart belongs to someone else.”

Jamil glared at him, which only caused him to laugh.

“You are so easy to read, my friend! Tell them how you feel after the show! They’ll appreciate it, I promise.” He patted him on the back before making his rounds with his guests.

Instead of following him, to make sure he didn’t get into any trouble, Jamil turned his focus back to you. He didn’t know what it was, but you had some kind of pull, some kind of attraction that just made you so mesmerizing. It was like your voice sailed through the crowd of people just to pierce his heart.

He was hooked onto every word until the curtain closed after you took your bows. As soon as the curtain dropped and the lights raised, he was snapped out of the spell you cast. He realized he hadn’t seen Kalim or heard him in awhile, so he decided to go looking for him. Hopefully he didn’t get into too much trouble. As he went looking, he still couldn’t shake the last remnants of your performance. It was like a residual effect from your siren song, and it had him in a vice grip.

“You were amazing! Absolutely amazing!” Jamil heard Kalim’s voice practically squeal from a back room. Without thinking, he entered to see Kalim and Namja crowding around you.

“Why thank you, Kalim.” You caught Jamil’s eye and you smiled brightly at you. “And what did you think, Jamil? Did I do good?”

His first thought was you were still glowing from being on stage, looking even more radiant than you usually did. His second thought was if he kept you hanging on for an answer for too long, you’d think he didn’t like it. So he quickly cleared his throat to answer.

“You were wonderful.”

Your smile only got brighter at his words and you pushed through your friends to get to him. “Thank you so much, Jamil! That actually means a lot, coming from you.”

“O-oh?” He didn’t mean to sound as flustered as he did and he hoped you didn’t notice.

Unfortunately, Namja did. Beckoning for Kalim, she said, “Alright, we’ll give you two some privacy. Come on, Kalim. I’m dying to try some of those hors d'oeuvres you picked out.”

“Oh? Oh, OH! Yes! We’ll be back!” And with that, they practically raced out of the room, slamming the door behind them.

You laughed as Jamil cursed the both of them in his head. However, he short-circuited as you took his hand. “I’m really glad you came to see me tonight, Jamil. I was really nervous about singing in front of all those people, but upon seeing you in the crowd, I wasn’t scared anymore. So thank you, so much.”

He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t even know what to think. What should he be thinking? What should he do? His mind was completely blank and it was making him panic.

“And, since I’m still high off of adrenaline from performing, I have enough courage to do this.”

And then you kissed him on the cheek.

If he was brain fried before, he was completely out of brain cells now. When you pulled back, he stared at you dumbly with wide eyes.

“What?”

“Too much?” You asked, a little embarrassed and disappointed.

He shook his head quickly, pulling you closer. To hell with being careful and trying to figure out his feelings for you. He wanted you closer.

“Not at all.” And with that, he kissed you on the lips. And he smiled as you kissed him back.

[hexalianrebel-blackfeathers]

The Maize (Ch. 1)

Panda’s Notes: I don't really do Tickletober(s) like I should, but I hope this is serviceable enough. Happy Spooky Month. >w<

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“Your mom sounded really mad…”

Yakov blinked back to reality as a kicked can crossed into his path. He kicked it back toward the source of the comment. “Yeah, well…” He shrugged, brushing deep black hair out of his face. “Is nothing new. Were you noticed leaving?”

Turlough nearly snorted, shaking his head. “Bud, I could have left my room on fire this morning, and they probably wouldn't have noticed, if they were even home. What about you, Bel?”

Bel—well, ‘Belphegor’ as he’d preferred—had been tearing his uniform skirt into wide strips when Turlough called, and he tied one of the wider ones around his head as he smirked, tucking long red curls back with the fabric. “Left half my closet in mom’s kitchen, soaked in oil, all ablaze.” He said, firm and confident.

Neither of his friends seemed impressed; mostly because he wouldn’t look at them as he said it, and he pouted as he kicked the can down the asphalt. “Left my clothes in the kitchen, at least.”

Yakov hummed, tapping his chin. “I still think ‘Belphegor’ is bit much. Too edgy for little puppy boy.”

“If you ‘little puppy boy’ me in front of my dad, I’ll kill you.” The taller boys laughed at his attempt on Yakov’s accent.

“Wait, for free?” Yakov asked in a playful sort of tone, and the others laughed a bit harder as Bel shook his head and leaned to shove his backpack softly.

Yakov rolled his eyes a little, chuckling. “Do not promise paradise you are not willing to provide, friend.”

The can’s clatter seemed to echo as Bel and Turlough stopped. Yakov flinched as they both looked over at him.

“Dude, are you okay? Like, actually?” Turlough asked gently, which was never a good sign.

Yakov shrunk back slightly, trying to laugh. “I am just making jokes. It’s funny.”

Turlough crossed his arms. “I will turn this car around.”

Yeah right, they’d been walking for almost five hours. But…Yakov fidgeted with one of the straps on his bag.

“Okay…I will be. Okay, I mean. W-When we get there, I think.”

“I bet you’re right.” Bel leaned on his arm for a moment. “My dad will love you guys.”

Turlough framed them between his hands. “Aw, this is nice. Actually, it reminds me! Guess what I snatched from my brothers’ room~!” He suddenly squirmed out of the straps on his bag, setting it down just long enough to rummage through the top pocket. Within a minute, his hands returned with a cell phone in a special case, apparently meant to be held a certain way.

“Whoa, seriously? You stole one of their cell phones?!” Bel asked while Turlough was putting his bag back on. “Maybe you are hardcore.”

“Make sure tracking is off…” Yakov murmured warily.

Turlough laughed triumphantly for a moment. “Well, yes and no. He only bought this one for its camera. I don’t even think this thing was on our phone service.” He glanced up as Yakov seemed to prickle. “But, yes, I did still make sure all the tracking bits were turned off. We’re fine.”

He grinned toothily, holding up the phone and leaning back between his friends to snap a quick picture before starting to walk again. “Downside, though, we’ll have to wait for internet before we can actually save these.”

“We’re that far out already?” Bel spotted the can again and jogged to punt it forward, knocking it into the grass. “We’re making great time!”

Yakov shook his head. “Is just dead zone.” He went to fetch the can out of the grass as he pointed to carved up trees that they were plenty familiar with. “Means we’re near… This way.” He waved to his friends as he ran deeper into the trees.

“I just said we were making good time!” Bel griped with half a laugh, starting to run through the grass with Turlough close behind.

“Wait up!” Turlough called out. He and Bel trudged slightly as the narrow grass path angled into a steep hill, the trees giving way to nothing but grass and wildflowers as they climbed higher. Yakov had stopped beneath a large tree that grew at a precarious angle near the top of the hill, its thick roots spidering out in all directions to keep it anchored. As Turlough and Bel entered its shadow, they welcomed its familiar, if unnatural, warmth.

“Oh, yeah… The Hearth Tree…” Turlough murmured a bit sadly, taking a second to photograph the tree and his friend underneath it.

Yakov had shed his bag, resting the palms of his hands and the side of his face against the tree bark. He nearly flinched at the rumble he felt in his chest; he’d almost forgotten the feeling of his own purr, especially in this form.

“We won’t be seeing it again for a while, probably.” Bel sighed, dropping his bag with Yakov’s and stretching his shoulders.

“I hope it stays warm for the while. I will miss it, like friend.” Yakov sank slowly into the warm grass, stretching out and rolling over to see the sun between the leaves.

“We shouldn’t rest for too long.” Turlough sighed while he and Bel sat down beside Yakov, shaking a spray bottle in one hand before spritzing its contents under the collar of his sweater. “But I’ll miss it too.”

They passed a tall water bottle between each other as they started to get up, and Turlough pulled out the camera again. Photos caught the three of them under the tree together and the midday sunlight dancing through the leaves; and, finally, a photo of three sets of claw marks, side by side in the bark, with each of them placing the hand they’d used to make them the year prior underneath.

Bel huffed a bit after the picture was taken. “I wish we could have one with my claws again.”

Yakov nudged his shoulder. “We will come back. Will be a better time.” He smirked a bit before shedding his sneakers. He flexed his toes as he pressed his foot to the tree, hooking his claws into the bark and scaling the tree in barely two long strides. He leaned over as he reached an intersection of branches, grabbing the edge of a small hidden satchel with his teeth. He turned his head, letting the bag fall into Bel’s waiting hands while he grabbed a long ribbon that had been caught in the bark.

“I’ll never get tired of watching you do that.” Turlough smiled when Yakov finally jumped down, and the taller boy sat to put his shoes back on with the ribbon still in his teeth.

“I completely forgot we left these here!” Bel had opened the bag, pulling out three small stuffed animals on keychains wearing matching orange shirts. “I was looking all over for this for weeks.”

Turlough plucked the penguin out of the group, finding a zipper on his bag to clip it. “Good call, Yakov. No one left behind.” He laughed softly.

Yakov chuckled, taking the ribbon in one hand while Bel passed him the small black cat in the other. “Could never leave Chak-Chak. I only wanted to keep him safe from Mother.” He stared into the cat’s shiny eyes as he clipped it onto his bag, turning his attention to the ribbon in his hand. Half of it was embroidered with a certain rune in the center; a signature that Yakov was more than ready to never see again. He took hold of the ribbon, claws hooking through the material, and ripped the rune right down the middle.

Yakov felt the tiniest snap somewhere within himself; tears welled up in his eyes. The wind suddenly picked up, shifting wildly in a different direction; it felt like a sign. One end of the ribbon was snatched from his weakened hand, and he almost laughed as he watched the wind carry it Gods-know-where. He barely heard his friends calling him in slight panic until he was grabbed by his jacket just at the edge of the cliff.

“Freedom…” He murmured as the ribbon seemed to disappear, and the others sighed with relief.

“Yeah, you’re free, bud…” Turlough smiled, patting his arm. He blinked as he finally looked out over the cliff. “Whoa…”

Bel and Turlough stood in awe for a moment, and when Yakov refocused, he saw what they were staring at: a massive field of cornstalks filled up the farmland below, with the stalks closest to the road—and likely the entire perimeter—linked together by woven husks and rope to make a sort of fence that led to a tall archway made in a similar craft.

--

After grabbing their packs and struggling to slide carefully down the dirt slope just under the cliff, they quickly crossed the silent road and walked curiously beside the cornfield.

“It hasn’t been that long since we came to the Hearth Tree, has it?” Bel asked, tucking his wolf keychain into his jacket pocket. “Like, a few weeks? This field was completely empty. No one could have grown this that fast.”

Yakov let one hand drag along the leaves on the cornstalks. “Mm… Could do. Plants, easy magic.”

“This much though? That’d still take forever! Or, like, a whole class-worth of mages.”

“Could be illusion. Dead leaves and paper with glamour magics.”

There was a sharp rustle in front of them as Turlough pulled a stalk down to wrench the ear of corn free, and he hardly bothered with the husk before sinking his teeth straight through the cob and snapping a chunk off.

“Tastes pretty good for an illusion.” He snickered, smirking back at them as he chewed.

“…You did not just do that.” Bel asked in shock, staring as he did it again. “That doesn’t hurt?”

“I eat bones, Belphie.” Turlough blinked as both of them balked. “I keep telling you guys: Shark Teeth. You guys could do it too, I bet.”

“Ah…” Yakov poked at his sharpened canines with one finger before tapping his chin. “Nyet. Not so easy.”

“You know I can’t…” Bel pouted, and Turlough just shrugged.

“Full moon’s next week, yeah? We can take some with us; have you try it then.” He waved them closer as they started to pass the arch they had seen. There was a wide gap in the cornstalks, along with some things covered by big tarps.

“Oh, it’s supposed to be a maze!” Bel seemed to light up excitedly.

“Puppy boy…” Yakov teased, earning a light shove.

“‘Hearthlight Festival Maze’…” Turlough read out, having lifted the closest tarp to the entrance. Underneath was a tall wooden sandwich board sign with smaller plaques screwed on to shows the names of sponsors, entertainment, and food trucks.

“The Herschel Walker Foundation?” Bel noted the first mentioned sponsor. “Why does that sound familiar?”

“They're the ones who just finished that new part of the community center.” Turlough said as he let the tarp fall back into place. “I heard my dad talking about getting a job there. I think they just do a lot of helping and charity stuff.”

“And your dad wants to do that?” Bel snorted, and Turlough scoffed too. “This is so unfair though… The Hearthlight Festival never had a corn maze before.”

Yakov tipped his head while Turlough took a few more pictures. “We are here now, yes? Is likely simple puzzle.”

“Hell yeah!” Turlough called. “You said Ertonfield is a big city, right? We probably won’t get to see a farm again for a while, let alone one with a maze set up.”

“W-Well…” Bel stammered as if he wasn’t the one who wanted to go in. “Yeah, okay, but only for, like, an hour. Maybe. We really should get back to walking s--”

He was cut off by Yakov pulling his wrist. “Belphegor does not give orders with wagging tail.”

Turlough pushed against his backpack, peering over his shoulder. “Yeah, you want to be all tough; get tough!”

The trio walked together into the maze, and they were lost before they made the first turn.

[abitohoney]

So after a recent Big Move™️, I’ve finally gotten my household goods delivered to my new home. WOOT WOOT.

And as I pulled out some baking/muffin pans, I thought

Damn. I’d like to think I’d be rough and tough and a “don’t look at me wrong or I’ll punt your ass over a high-rise” sort of girl boss in the Arcane world.

But realistically all I want is to bake some treats for Sev and Ran. Make sure they’re eating good. Dust off and adjust their collar before they head out on a mission/task or to a meeting or whatever. Pack them little snacks or lunchboxes. Pretend to not be fussy over them since I also have my own work but actually unintentionally show ✨affection✨. Give them a goodbye kith. Be a lil Susie-homemaker in denial.

Also this moonshine is kind of hitting hard send help

OMG congrats on the big move! I still remember my first big move! Exciting (and exhausting)! Hopefully you're past the exhausting part and slipping into chill mode.

Hard same on thinking I'd be a kick ass girl boss in Arcane but really just wanna be Sev and Ran's little Honey homemaker. 🤓

Some silly, cute, fluffy thoughts inspired by this below the cut. SFW believe it or not.

Fussing over them and packing them lil snacks and lunches sounds like a dream! 🤩 Gosh, just imagine packing them both a little paper sack lunch for the first time. They just give you a look like "Seriously? What am I, 8?" Meanwhile you're just smiling at them adoringly.

Maybe they both sit with the rest of Silco's cronies come lunch time. They're already feeling ridiculous carrying they're matching paper sack lunches, but they're just assuming it's gonna be some lame old bologna sandwiches and stale leftover chips from the last Jericho's dinner.

They simultaneously open their bags to pull out not just any old sandwich, rather it's the freshest looking bread they've ever seen, holding equally fresh greens, meats, and cheeses. And best worst of all, you'd used cookie cutters to cut them into heart shapes. Sevika and Ran exchange glances, brows raised. They both set the sandwiches down, behind their bags, hoping to hide them from the rest of the gang, only to pull out more incriminating lunchables. Several slices of pineapple, cut into disgustingly cute little stars. Then comes the veggies, cause of course you made sure their lunches were a complete balance of nutrition. Chubby little baby carrots arranged on a thick homemade hummus in a flower design. One little cherry tomato decorates the center.

The coup de grâce to their humiliation? Custom, tiny cupcakes decorated in bright pink, red, and purple icing and bedazzled with heart shaped sprinkles of the same colors.

Another exchange of glances, cheeks flushed, then eyes averted downward. Neither dare make eye contact with anyone else at the table. Not that any of them would dare to even so much as snicker at Silco's second in command or top assassin. Not if they valued their life.

So Sevika and Ran consume their entirely too cute lunch in silence. It's an uncomfortable one, but deep down, beneath those hard exteriors, their hearts swell with pride and joy. They have someone like you- who cares so much- to so lovingly select, create, and craft the sweetest of lunches. And just for them. ♥️

Sending help ASAP! (It's just me in a box with holes so I can 'help' you finish off that moonshine)

Also, every time you send me something ISTG I get such a strong itch to write my poly Sev x Reader x Ran fic. I will some day. (Still anxiously patiently waiting for your writing too! <3)