#I'm preparing a big au drawing again so while I'm working on it please have these silly sketches i made

[morangoowada]

Au posting again yay who cheered

[paintedgrilledcheese]

The DOA/RITHOTD preschool au!

(I'm going to need a title name for this au. Please leave suggestions below if you have a good series name for this au)

Please let this be a normal rainy day

It was rather a rainy and gloomy afternoon. The clouds took over the sky, causing a downpour of heavy rain and powerful winds. To much of the children's disappointment, recess was unfortunately canceled since none of the kid's brought their raincoats, and Ivan was afraid the winds would sweep away his students. Situations like this Ivan would have a craft or activity planned to entertain the children. Perhaps coloring will do for today.

Ivan started to set out the papers and markers until Nikolai came over holding a deck of cards. "Mr. G!" Nikolai said to get his attention. The kids call Ivan, Mr. G because they have trouble pronouncing Goncharov. Expect for Fyodor. Ivan crouched down to Nikolai's height.

"What is it, Nikolai? Do you need anything?" Ivan asked softly, tilting his head curiously as his eyes gazed upon the deck of cards.

Nikolai smiled proudly and held the cards to Ivan's face. "Pick a card!" He demanded excitedly. Nikolai's was practicing his magic tricks again. He was a terrible magician for a 5 year old, always breaking glass when doing the tablecloth trick, but he was trying his best.

Ivan took a card from the deck, giving a good look at it to remember. 3 black spades. Ivan gave the card back, and Nikolai shuffled the deck.

"I been practicing this one. Prepared to be impressed!" Nikolai confidently exclaimed before he pulled out a card from the deck. "Is this your card?" He asked with a confident smug. 6 black spades.

Ivan tried to smile, trying to be polite without hurting Nikolai's feelings. "Um, no. But you were very close." Nikolai puffed his cheeks and stomped one foot.

"I'll get it right one day, and surely you'll be impressed." He fussed. Ivan then just finished setting up the craft supplies.

"That's alright, I'm sure you'll impress everyone with your magic tricks one day." Ivan said in a comforting tone, trying to calm down Nikolai. Nikolai wasn't the only one who's been a little agitated and fussy due to the rainstorm.

Poor Nathaniel and Mushitaro were sulking in the reading corner because they couldn't see Margaret and Yokomizo during recess cause recess was canceled. Then there was Sigma was scared of the loud thunder. The only ones who were perfectly fine were Fyodor, Pushkin, and Bram. The tapping of the raindrops against the windows put Bram and Pushkin to sleep, while Fyodor had the perfect white noise to have while reading.

It was rather quiet today due to the weather. Ivan was hoping to lift the mood a little by giving the children something to do to ease their minds. The children huddled around the table, Bram and Pushkin didn't join since they were knocked out. Nikolai sat in the middle between Fyodor and Sigma, and Nathaniel and Mushitaro sat next together on Sigma's left. They grabbed their favorite markers and got to drawing. Ivan walked around the room and smiled to see the kids engaging in the activity.

They weren't the greatest of artists, but some of their drawings were looking decent so far. Fyodor was drawing a funny rat face with purple marker, Sigma drew a building in the sky, Mushitaro worked on scribbling a war zone, Nathaniel tried to draw a portrait of Margaret with hearts all around it, and lastly Nikolai drew a big ol bird. They were creative, to say the least.

"I want to live in a flying house one day." Sigma said happily as he colored in his drawing.

"Why is that?" Mushitaro asked from across the table.

"Because it would be high above the clouds, meaning there's no rain or thunder. I also want it big so I can play games in every room and have playdates as well." Sigma answered.

"But how would your get up there?" Nathaniel questioned as he snatched the red marker out of Mushitaro hand to add red lips to his Margaret drawing.

Sigma went silent as he thought about it. A airplane, helicopter, flying cars, a rocket, all thought answers to choose from. But he didn't get to answer when Nikolai burst out his idea. "OH I know! He can transformed into a bird and fly up there!" Nikolai said excitedly as he rocked back and forth in his chair.

"That's stupid. He's not a bird." Mushitaro said.

"Nuh uh, not with magic!" Nikolai defended. "Anything can turn into a bird!" He said with excitement, hoping out of his seat and holding up his bird drawing.

Fyodor shook his head. "That's clearly a drawing." He pointed out the obvious, and Nikolai puffed his cheeks again.

"That's because you haven't seen my magic trick yet." Nikolai then grabs his little backpack from his cubby. "When I put this paper in my bag, out will come a bird!" Fyodor and Mushroom crossed their arms, given Nikolai, "then prove it" attitude, while Sigma sits in excitement to see a magic trick.

Nikolai then opened up his bag and shoved his paper into his bag. Suddenly, a bird comes flying out of his bag. All because Nikolai caught a bird and shoved it into his bag in the morning while on his way to school. Poor bird. Sigma was in awe, but Fyodor screamed as the bird was flying in circles around the table.

Nathaniel tried to shoo it away, and Fyodor jumped back. Ivan saw all the commotion and left the room to grab a box to contain it. A second later he came back with a box to catch it. All the kids stood away from the table as the bird landed there, landing on Fyodor's drawing. Fyodor panicked.

"Nikolai, if your bird poo on my drawing, I'm banning you from play dates at my house." Fyodor threatened. The most horrifying threat for a 5 year old to make. Nikolai started to cry because of this. Nikolai's sobs became even more louder as the bird did ruin Fyodor's drawing because the poor bird was scared to crap as Ivan jumped on the table to catch it.

Good news the bird was caught and set free to the rain outside. Bad news, Fyodor's drawing was ruined, and now Fyodor doesn't qualify Nikolai as his friend anymore, which only makes Nikolai cry harder. It was such a chaotic mess, and to make it all worse, the parents arrived early to pick up their kids due to the storm getting worse.

Poor Ivan couldn't even begin how to explain to the parents why there's such a chaotic mess.

[asavt]

Another cookie squad Headcanons

Featuring Sparkling, Vampire, cellphones and the Espresso and Madeleine Story of how they came together. Consider it an AU now baby!

-As a note, when I say the squad I'm mostly referring to the adults, so no worries about Walnut or Creampuff useless I mention them too

-Each one of the squad has been in Sparkling's bar at last once. There's no need to say who has been there the most. Sparkling has a time every time someone besides Roguefort comes, because to him it's mostly like "Oh I'll finally know the continuation to the burnt toast accident or maybe the cat catastrophe? Maybe a new POV of the--"

He practically knows a lot of what happens in between the squad.

-As another note, Sparkling's bar is called Milabo (You know, like the song from Zutomayo of the same name, which, btw, I relate a lot to Latte)

-*A great part of this “AU” is kind of inspired by the song. Part of its lyrics and vibe.

-Vampire is there most of the time when the squad visits the bar (it's almost as if he never leaves the bar and this is definitely not me low-key putting sparkvamp in this oh no--) Sometimes the fakes his sleep to listen to the things others say (Which is how he knows most of Rogue's pan-ic).

-Walnut has been in Sparkling's bar too, but at day and for case-solving purposes only. Sparkling will give her some alcohol-free drink for free sometimes (mostly because he gets along pretty well with the nut family and because Almond usually pays him whatever he serves her).

-If the squad had cellphones (and probably an app like discord because.), their group chat would initially be called "Coffee mage appreciation group" and then be changed to "Coffee bean appreciation group"

Coffee Bean: Can we please change the group name and mine?

Guided by the Devine: No <3

Coffee Bean: Fuck you.

-*And they all would dedicate half their time to make fun of Almond but with love.

-Espresso has been mistaken for a dark mage before by Almond. It was how they meet actually. Almond had pulled him to interrogate him and got a long lecture on the differences between black magic and coffee magic.

-Madeleine gets along rather well with Roguefort. Rogue seems impressed by Maddie’s acting skills.

-Madeleine is currently living with Espresso. Out of his armor most of the time. He usually takes care of keeping the house clean and preparing meals (He never really had to cook before but the first dish he made wasn’t bad at all). Sometimes he will tag along Almond in the detective’s work, or Almond will ask for his help.

-I’m still unsure if I want the Almond/Roguefort/Latte to be romantic or platonic. But honestly? Both are good. Latte is pretty close to Almond and Roguefort but not in the way she is with Espresso (that makes them look like siblings jkashduawhu). Perhaps I’ll keep it platonic.

-The Espresseleine/Madespresso story of how they came together, because I seem to not be able to write it down JSHALDHUIWADWA-

--It happens after the Puppet Show mini quest. Madeleine starts to ask for Espresso's "assistance" in different mission that are given to him. Angel is there too, of course.

--During these missions is that Essy clarifies that no, they are not friends, no, he does not like Madeleine. Bringing up the knight begin too prideful and self-centered if not all then most of the time.

--Is not until one of their missions goes wrong, were Angel is knocked out and Espresso (seeing and knowing that if Madeleine is knocked down too they might not be able to go back to the kingdom ever) pretty much receives a rather big attack for Madeleine is that he kind realizes the facts given by espresso true. All while he is carrying Essy and Angel back to the kingdom, running and exhausted too.

--Clover begin kind of a mediator between the two (I want to see more of my son--)

--"Devine, protect us" Should happen too after this. An scenario like, Madeleine coming to think something like "I'm the shield, the one who goes on the front line and receives the blows for those who can't, always looking straight ahead... but if I am doing that then who watches my back? Who do I rely on and trust to take care of most enemies so the damage received is not overwhelming...?"

Power of team work baby!!!

--As a note to this, Maddie getting his cape damaged as well as his hair. So, you get short hair Maddie~

(I've been drawing him with short hair in secret now I have an excuse to show)

-- "You...cut your hair..." *Madeleine touches the points of it with one of his hands, pensive* "...pft it'll grow back!"

--There's also this "Search for your own light" thing between Angel and Maddie. Angel encouraging Madeleine to do so. Maybe Madeleine giving his best wishes to them for their wish to fly before they decide to part ways.

--Madeleine trying other ways to befriend Essy. Which at first Espresso mistaken as the knight usual attempts to befriend anyone he sees out of habit and attention seeking, but once they realize the feeling is completely genuine, Espresso is rather perplexed.

--"You can't just befriend people by buying them gifts (although I do appreciate them)" "Then what?" "hmm..."

--Said gifts used to be rather expensive things, simple though. Eventually Madeleine settles to just pass by Espresso's place, give him any food he had bought that day (which usually is glazed donuts), ask if he needs any help with something (getting a vase, materials, moving things), and if not then he just says his good byes, best wishes and silently leaves. (A note on the "silently leaves": Madeleine is pretty much used to speak loudly and enter loudly anywhere, he still does this at this point, but when it's about Espresso he is a bit more quiet, a bit showy over his entrances still, but less loud, and he actually knocks the door)

--Madeleine eventually manages to go out with Espresso to other places that aren't some place in the forest full of enemies. Probably after some more visits to his place and more calm talks between the two, Madeleine brings up that Espresso tends to act a bit cold or distant towards a lot of people, and that, although he understands his discomfort at begin in public spaces or too long out of his work, he should try and open up a bit. This reminds Essy of a certain friend he hasn't seen in some time, and from whom he keeps getting letters.

--Shenanigans.

--There's still some bickering between the two, always with a playful undertone though.

--Espresso explains Madeleine, one time the knight has gotten Espresso wrapped in a blanket burrito again and got him to bed, that sometimes, no matter how tired he might feel, he is simply unable to sleep. Part of a headcanon of mine that coffee magic has this side effect on it's users, prolonged usage of this kind of magic will induce a high caffeine kind of state, which on the long run can fuck up the user's sleep schedule. Madeleine understands this, but remains stubborn about keeping Espresso in the bed so at last he can get some rest from his work and clear his mind a little, the idiot falls asleep in the process and Espresso doesn't try to wake him up.

--This happens several times after, neither of them thinking of the implications of not begin bothered by the sudden closeness they share until it's too late.

--Espresso realizes first that he has slowly, yet nicely, fallen for Madeleine. I think I talked about this before but I'll do it again: Is in one of the times Madeleine has gotten Espresso to bed to get some rest, Espresso not begin able to fall asleep and Madeleine doing again. Is while he thinks of how he has gotten to know Madeleine for real, not the Knight Commander from a noble family or the Chosen by the Devine, but as he is, that he comes to think that "Ah.... I love him" and he remains calm about it.

--Espresso doesn't overthink it, just thinks that, if Madeleine ever got an interest in him, he would surely show it. So he waits. Even if in the end his feelings aren't mutual he knows he'll do just fine remaining friends.

--Madeleine realizes not many days after. And the realization hits him like a truck. Alone in his place and probably in bed looking at the ceiling thinking about Espresso. Once he realizes and thinks about it a bit more his face gets all red and chooses to scream in the pillow.

--He would think about telling Espresso as soon as he can, after all, he doesn't want his feelings to make their friendship weird. He values it, a lot. Maybe because his friendship with Espresso it's the first one where he genuinely wanted to become friends with someone.

--Espresso takes the confession calmly, gets all flustered after they kiss for the first time.

--As a few extras of this: Madeleine goes back to the Republic, asked to be seen by his family and Espresso goes to Parfedia, where a few students have applied to his class to his surprise. When they see each other again is at Parfedia (Madeleine sending a message to Espresso beforehand about his arrival) -there was this one drawing I did once of Maddie running to hug Espresso, something like that happens-. Madeleine gets very clingy for some reason, which they speak later and comes out as “Home doesn’t quite feel like home…” “Why is that?” “I don’t know… maybe I’ve become used to be around you”

--Espresso lets ends up letting Madeleine stay with him until he either feels like returning to the Republic or is called back, whatever happens first (though none will happen for maybe a year or a little more).

--Ends with Madeleine meeting Latte and Almond.

[hawksugarbaby]

Todoroki x male reader- Caramel and Honey

Fluff + Au where todoroki rebelled and never became a hero 

Todoroki hummed to himself laying out the ingredients in front of him with his mixing bowl in the centre of the counter top, the mix of ingredients in organised lines from first to last except he was missing one ingredient.

It was soon to be your birthday, and todoroki being the gentleman as always was desperate to make you a cake as his local supplier. You deserved it for the kind smile you wore dropping of his orders at the back of the shop and hovering around for a few minutes to talk before disappearing into the wind again driving away in your van with (y/ln) Produce, stamped on the side of the van in big, black cursive.

He took over the shop from his mothers side of the family before she fell ill and had to go to hospital. not wanting anything to do with his disgusting father he chose to stay and manage the store of light pinks and pure whites. He heard your tires pulling up outside on the gravelly path and he opened the door for you to drop off your produce inside on the counters by the door.

"Hey Roki! How's it hanging, making anything special today?" you asked hauling a crate of freshly picked fruit for the season in and dropping it onto the steel top, wiggling under the weight and scooting forward a millimeter. "What do you consider special?" he asked bluntly helping you carry the boxes into the kitchen and put the items in their respective places.

Finally you brought in the cardboard box layered in bubble wrap filled with decorative jars of golden honey pockets of air suspended in the viscous liquid and Todoroki nodded happily in receiving everything he asked for. Sometimes you'd forget the blueberries, or the tea leaves or the bananas grown specially by your quirk. You grabbed a glass of honey flicking the lid open and dipped your finger into the glossy amber tasting it yourself.

"Something special? I would love a rustic honey cake. Just the way mum used to make it with our honey. Not the dumb store bought stuff, the stuff we make ourselves. With the bee's we lovingly care for, for a reason!" you shout but it was muffled by you sucking the honey off of your finger.

Todoroki wiped his chin and cleared his throat "you've got some... there's uh... like a little" you looked up at him and touched your chin the sticky threads of honey clinging to your hand. "Shit" you tutted and wiped it away with the heel of your hand getting that just as sticky as the rest of you. "Well this is embarrassing" you sighed and todoroki exhaled quickly, which was close enough to a laugh to make you smile. "Here" he ran a tea towel under the warm tap and wiped it over your chin and pressed it into your hand for you to clean your hands yourself.

He felt his own face light up red and grabbed a cup of blueberries in preparation for the blueberry muffins he would bake today and you blinked a few time's rebooting your brain after the short interaction making you flustered.

You wiped your hands down and neatly folded the towel over the side of the sink and shook your head clearing the busy, buzzing thoughts from your head and drew your eye's away from him focusing on the calendar hanging next to the wall. Delivery, nothing, delivery, nothing, delivery + (y/n) Birthday. You grinned and pointed to the red circle around the familiar number on the calendar and twisted your neck to watch him stir ingredients together into a pale yellow batter.

"You remember my birthday?" you quizzed and he nodded furiously beating the whisked eggs into the mixture and poured in the cup of indigo berries fresh from the bush. "Hey are you busy right now?" Todoroki asked moving on from the topic of your birthday and lifted his eyes from your strong arms he'd seen carry so many boxes of fruit, to your joy filled (e/c) orbs sparkling happily at the prospect of him. HIM. remembering your birthday.

"I can be not busy?" you raise your palms to the popcorn roof and flick out your phone calling a coworker. "Hey Bro, could you perchance come get the van from the Todoroki Bakery and deliver the rest of the products?" you ask and pushed the phone to your ear with your shoulder and mouthed 'frozen fruit' to todoroki and you quirked an eyebrow. He nodded to the bottom drawer.

"No I dropped a crate on my foot carrying the peaches into the shop and It hurts to walk on it I dunno how driving would go" you chuckle nervously and wink to todoroki who just looked back down at his muffins filling the white, paper cases not quite understanding. "No, I know it's so unlike me! But it's okay, Todoroki said he'd give me a lift home but can you just do the rest of the rounds?"

Your brother agreed and you said your bye's on the phone. "I now have the entire day off" you said proudly and leaned your elbows on the counter admiring todoroki's fluffy hair straying further from the style it was originally in while he pushed the baking tray into the oven. "Wait but I should check your foot if you hurt it" he said crouching down and pressing his cold hands against your ankle making you flinch "no I didn't really hurt my foot I just needed to get out of work" you chuckle.

"Oh okay. Will your dad believe that, aren't you supposed to be the big strong son?" Todoroki craned his neck up to look at you still resting with one knee on the floor and the other pulled up like he was going to propose. You lost yourself in your thoughts again imagining that instead of his hand on your foot he was holding out a small grey box with a gleaming band tucked into the cushion.

"Hey what the fuck is this?" your brother laughed at the scene in the kitchen and you whipped your head up to see him leaning against the door frame uncaringly. "Uhh todoroki was checking if my foot was swollen or anything. No evidence of broken bones yet! So you should just get going with the van here are my keys!!" you said hopping over like a professional actor and shoved the keys into his hand. "Mhm i'm sure that's what it was. OUTSIDE!" he shouted at you pulling you round the corner clipping your arm on the wooden pallets leaning against the wall out back scraping up inside your elbow.

"Hey what the hell, that hurt!" you shouted lightly tapping the bleeding scratched that didn't seem to want to stop bleeding. "Look I know you like that todoroki kid but you can't just skip work to spend the day with him!" your brother turned around and looked at your face, mouth agape and eye's furrowed into annoyance and he shrugged "what i'm just being hon-" "ARE YOU BLIND OR STUPID!?" you shouted back thrusting your profusely bleeding forearm in his face.

"Oh shit what! are you feeling okay?" he panicked suddenly drawing Todoroki's attention and he poked his head out the back door. Being the observant boy he was, his eyes went wide and he jogged over to where you were standing and wiped the blood away with the already honey covered tea towel but the crimson immediately started pouring out again. "He needs an ambulance" the dual haired baker tightly wrapped the tea towel around your arm which was quickly soaked in red.

You moaned in pain and annoyance feeling your head spin. "What could he have cut his arm on?" your brother asked and you held your hand out in front of his face snapping your fingers closed against your thumb shutting him up. "There's a huge fucking rusty nail... on the pallet you dragged me past you dickhead" you huffed. The ground span and swayed around you and the brightness in your vision was turned down so you could barely see the outlines of the boys surrounding you.

And then you were on the floor.

And then you were in the hospital. Staring at the white plaster ceiling at midnight with no one by your side. "Huh" you hummed and checked your phone hissing at the brightness lashing the dark hospital room.

todoroki was in the shop with a bowl and cake pan next to him. The jar of honey you scooped from open and his phone laying open waiting for your answer to his text.

You replied to the questions he asked and Todoroki's phone buzzed on the steel countertop and he perked up immediately reaching for the electronic, slowly running out of battery.

Roki 💖🍰

Hey are you okay?

Fri 12:18

Do you like pistachios?

Oh also raisins, do you like raisins?

Probably not, no one likes raisins

I like raisins...

Anyway. Text me when you see this

Fri 18:35

Roki 💖🍰

I hope you wake up.

I wasn't supposed to get a delivery from you today

But I wish I was cause I like seeing you

You make my heart feel... weird.

Good weird

Sat 8:44

Still don't know if you like raisins and pistachios

Sat 12:27

Roki 💖🍰

It's your birthday tomorrow you know.

Sorry I didn't text yesterday but you were sleeping anyway

How can you catch tetanus so quickly

It's supposed to take 4 days dumbass.

You got it in like 1. You fainted because of the blood btw

Mon 13:21

Please just wake up for your birthday.

I have something special for you

But I need to know if you like pistachios and raisins

Mon 14:56

Roki 💖🍰

Happy Birthday (y/n)

Tue 00:00

You chuckled to yourself at the sweet messages todoroki sent you over the course of the days and glanced at the clock. "I wonder if he's still awake" you croaked and wiped your eyes from sleep then yawned filling your waterline with unnecessary tears.

Bumblebee 🍯

Hey Roki. I'm up

I like/don't like pistachios

And I like/don't like raisins

Sorry for worrying you. Promise I won't get anymore tetanus

I'm going back to sleep

Come visit tomorrow

today*

Sent

Tue 4:13

"You better not be awake dumbass" you mumbled and turned over on your pillow burying your face into the uncomfortable pancake for your head.

Seen

Tue 4:15

The baker smiled and finally started working on his surprise for you chopping his toppings and thinly slicing/ throwing away his toasted pistachios and crunching on a few raisins while working.

At 2pm he walked in and went to visit you with his surprise balancing carefully in your hand. He carefully tiptoed to your bedside and pushed your side slightly. You snorted and rolled over, opening your eye's to an amused todoroki settling himself into the chair next to your bed. "Something smells great" you muttered pushing your face back into the pillow and smiling. "Thank you for visiting" you muffled and todoroki chuckled nodding.

"Happy birthday" he smiled pulling the foil off of the top of your surprise. You peaked your eyes open and sat up smiling brightly. "I didn't know how your mum made it but I made my own recipe" he scratched the back of his head and moved to sit next to you on the mattress. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed your cheek lightly before you could take off the handheld slice you were slowly lifting to your mouth.

"My heart feels weird around you" he sighed and thumped his forehead against your shoulder and you snickered, taking a soft bite of the sticky, nostalgic cake in your grasp. "I know. Thank you for the little updates by the way, very sweet of you" you emphasised the sweet as a pun on the honey cake but of course, it flew over todoroki's head. "But yeah. Thank you for the cake it's delicious" you complimented and leaned your head on his. "Can I go back to sleep now?" you joked and he smiled and pressed you down by your hard chest and lay on top of you. "Just don't sleep for 4 days again" he mumbled nestling into your t'shirt.

You stared down at the parting in his hair with huge, round eye's and put your hands on his back, grasping them together in a hug-ish type thing. "Okay"

[firebrands]

Hi! Congrats on the follower milestone! :) I'm terrible at prompts so pls feel free to ignore this, but maybe a steve/tony bookstore au of some kind? TY 💖💕

peach, omg, this has been sitting in my inbox FOREVER anyway i hope you like this!!!!! (it… ended up much longer than i expected.) | on ao3

***

“if you don’t like people reading, then maybe you shouldn’t have opened a bookshop,” steve said evenly from where he’s seated, reading the newspaper. there was a cup of coffee steaming beside him that he’d prepared for tony, but before tony could even raise the mug to his lips he was distracted by a young man flipping through one of the books. he had cracked it open so widely that it had creased the spine, which steve knew tony hated.

“i didn’t say anything,” tony said, still wearing the scowl that had formed on his face when he’d see the boy open the book up.

“you didn’t have to,” steve smiled, putting the paper down and pushing the mug towards tony.

tony drank the coffee quietly.

they’d opened the store together a few months back, after finally finding the right spot in the middle of a university village. the place ensured that they’d get the foot traffic they needed to keep running. 

their friendship had spanned longer than that, meeting through common friends and finding a shared love for literature. through the years and books they’d lent each other, they’d formed a fast friendship, and steve fell in love with the way tony preened over new books, the way he had a manic air about him as he set about organizing. 

still, he kept his distance; it was a bad enough idea to start a business with a friend (even if the business was going well), but it just seemed too late to try for anything more. they’d known each other for almost a decade, now, and steve didn’t set out to fall in love, but that’s just the way it is.

“we’re getting a new shipment today,” tony said as he scrolled through his phone. “poetry. lots of college kids asking for it.”

“probably being discussed in english, then,” steve said, picking up the newspaper to stop himself from staring at the stubble that had grown on tony’s cheeks, meaning he hadn’t shaved this morning. it troubled him a little, still, that he’d notice these things. 

tony hummed in response, then moved to his desk to go through the inventory.

*

“you didn’t tell me the orders were for derek walcott,” steve said, standing over two boxes full of ‘Collected Poems: 1948-1984′ 

“i didn’t know you liked him,” tony said from where he was leaning on the doorframe and watching steve. 

without thinking, steve recited a few lines from memory: “the fist clenched round my heart loosens a little, and I gasp brightness; but it tightens again.”

behind him, tony sucked in a breath, surprised. “when have I ever not loved the pain of love? but this has moved past love to mania!” he quoted the next lines to steve excitedly. “i love that poem.”

steve bit his lip before plastering a smile on his face as he turned to look at tony. “never would’ve guessed,” he said, his heart hammering so hard against his chest it felt like it was cracking under the strain.

*

steve got in early, like he always did, and he flipped the sign on the door to from ‘closed’ to ‘open’ before he began brewing a pot of coffee. after a few minutes, he peered up at the sky as the first droplets of rain tapped against the window.

the cup of coffee was ready when tony came running in, shaking rain out of his hair as he shucked off his coat. “rain’s pretty bad,” tony said.

“i can tell,” steve answered, pushing the cup forward.

tony took a long drink before smiling at steve. “thanks,” he said, reaching over to squeeze steve’s forearm. “really.”

steve nodded at tony, smile tight. “any time.”

“no, really, steve. every morning, i always find myself looking forward to your coffee.”

steve continued to nod, not really knowing what to do with himself, hyper-aware of tony’s hand still on his, bare skin on bare skin, and they’d done this so many times, touched each other because it meant nothing but friendship to touch each other, except this felt different, somehow. all that’s going through steve’s head is tony’s voice, saying over and over again: “but this has moved past love to mania.”

steve gently pried his arm away from tony’s grip, thoughts flying unbidden to the end of the poem. hold hard then, heart. this way at least you live.

“i suppose we shouldn’t be expecting many customers today,” steve said, turning away from tony. “i’ll be at the back.”

and he was right; no one came in for an hour, and then another hour, and then it was lunch time and tony was standing by the door in his coat. he held steve’s jacket up to him expectantly. “how do you feel about getting some soup?” he asked, and he looked strangely chastened as he said so.

“soup sounds good,” steve answered, because he was a weak man when faced with tony’s sadness, no matter how nebulous.

“great,” tony said, brightening. “i have an umbrella that fits two and the perfect place in mind.”

the restaurant was only a block away, but it was raining hard enough that when they arrived, steve’s right arm was drenched, and tony’s left sleeve dripping water onto the carpet.

“he said it was big enough for two,” steve said apologetically to the waitress. beside him, tony huffed and stuffed the umbrella into the stand. 

the waitress smiled at them and led them to a table. “just give us a sec, we know what we’re getting,” tony said, because this waitress was new, and they were here at least once a month. 

steve leaned back on the chair and checked to see if his phone was safe as tony ordered a tomato soup for him, and pumpkin soup for steve. while waiting they talked about everything and nothing; updates on the book tony was reading, a story about a conversation steve had with sam after work.

“you’d think we’d run out of things to talk about,” tony says, laughing a little as their food arrived.

“yeah,” steve said, keeping the wistfulness from his tone. “that’s friendship for you.”

tony smiled back at steve, and began eating his soup. 

steve tucked in as well, trying to keep the food down despite the sudden queasiness. he felt very young again, all of the sudden, having these feeling stirring in him. he’d had a lid on them long enough, but it was almost cliche that a poem would send them surging back. but he knew, too, that there was nothing for it; he’d ride the crest of his wave like all the times the feelings roiled inside him. then it would be normal again.

tony looked up from his food to say something, then stopped and reached over to wipe a bit of soup from the side of steve’s lip.

steve startled so badly he dropped his spoon, splattering pumpkin soup all over himself. he noticed the shocked look on tony’s face before he stood up abruptly, and he meant to go to the bathroom, but his legs thought otherwise, and next thing he knew he was standing in the middle of the park, three blocks away from the restaurant, soaked through.

he felt, vaguely, like the heroine of a romcom.

except, the thought dully, this is where the story ended. tony wasn’t going to run up and sweep him off his feet.

steve stood for a few more minutes, calmed by the steady beat of raindrops on the crown of his head, and then walked home.

miraculously, his phone was working, and he sent tony a text saying he just headed home for a change of clothes. 

tony replied with a curt ‘ok.’ and steve was back in the shop in less than an hour (an hour he spent mostly thinking of an excuse for his behavior).

tony was standing behind the cashier when steve entered, and he raised an eyebrow at steve in greeting.

steve smiled, a little embarrassed, and then headed to the back room to pick up books that needed shelving.

tony, surprisingly, remained silent as steve set the box of books down and began filling up the shelves. steve let himself fall into the relaxed attentiveness of menial, repetitive work, and was jolted out of his reverie when he noticed a shadow over the now half-empty box of books.

tony looked at steve searchingly.

“you good?” he asked.

“yes,” steve said, standing up straight, confident because of the space between them. 

as if noticing this, tony stepped over the box, making him almost chest to chest with steve.

“because–” tony started, reaching out for steve’s hand, which was still on one of the books. steve didn’t mean to draw his hand away, but he did.

tony breathed out through his nose. “because that’s a thing that’s happening,” he said, sounding displeased.

“nothing,” steve said haltingly, “nothing’s happening.”

“tell me what’s wrong,” tony ordered.

“nothing!” steve said, and tried to move past tony to the front of the shop, where he wasn’t trapped in between bookshelves and the love of his life.

tony sidestepped and blocked steve’s way. “oh, there’s definitely something,” he said, placing a hand on steve’s shoulder, as if to ensure that steve couldn’t escape.

“there’s really nothing to talk about, tony,” steve said as he took a step back and shrugged off tony’s hand.

“you keep doing that!” tony snapped.

“and you keep doing that!” 

“so what?” tony yelled, hands thrown up in the air in exasperation.

“so what?” steve said shrilly, anger finally getting the best of him. “so stop touching me because it hurts because i love you!” he shouted, and then felt his breath catch.

tony took a step forward. steve took a step back.

they kept moving until steve was backed up against a bookshelf, neither of them saying a word as tony closed in on him, both of them just breathing, silent as if they were letting steve’s words settle in between them.

tony looked at steve defiantly. “say that again,” he said.

“no.”

“please,” tony whispered, but he didn’t have to; there was barely any space between them now, and the shop was quiet save for the rain tapping against the windows.

“tony–” steve felt trapped, and horrified, and embarrassed.

tony reached out to touch him, slowly, as if afraid to startle steve, and steve swallowed as he felt tony’s hand rest against his cheek. 

steve’s breath was coming in short bursts, and he swallowed again as he looked at tony, one of his best friends, who he’d basically seen grow up since they’d met in college, tony, his business partner who made sure that they’d be sustainable and that their friendship didn’t crumble under the weight of shared responsibility, tony, who liked his coffee with two spoonfuls of brown sugar, tony, whose eyes were warm and lovely, whose cheeks were dusted pink–

“steve,” tony said, calling his attention, right before sealing the space between them with a kiss.

*

another semester passed, and they received another order of poetry books. 

“it’s neruda, this semester,” tony had said from the back, where he was tearing tape off the edges of the boxes.

steve nodded distractedly as he filled up another order slip, only stopping his scribbling when he felt tony’s warm weight pressed against his side.

tony leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to steve’s cheek as he held up one of the books. he cleared his throat before he began to read: “te amo sin saber como, ni cuándo, ni de donde, te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo.” tony paused and looked at steve. “do you recognize this one?” he asked. 

“no,” steve said, smiling at tony. “will you translate it for me?”

[elejahfanfic]

Fanfiction

Part 1

BtVS x The Originals AU story

Author: elejah-wonderland (that's basically me. Or if you like ElejahFanfic. Lol. As this is my side blog 😁😊

Buffy Summers x Elijah Mikaelson

ft. Willow, Xander, Cordelia, Giles, Spike... and others

A story in which Buffy and the gang fight demons on a regular basis, as well as an ancient evil.

>Elijah is an Original vampire, who actually works as a surgeon. Some of his memories were erased. He doesn't know that he was sent to a parallel world by the LaRue Coven from New Orleans.

Oh, and they live in Sunnyvale

a/n: I hope you like it. I just feel lije writing a Buffy x Elijah fanfic. 😁😊💕

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@elejahforever

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Elijah sat down at his desk in his office. Strangely his mind travelled back to the day he got off the bus a year back. Was it strange - in many respects it was not. It was nit the first time he went back to that day. Once in a while he felt his mind seemed to play with him. There were names that constantly came up. And today, the name of a woman, a patient, called Rebecca, as well as the face brought a memory back. Or was it yet again a figment of his imagination?

"Hey -" Dr Jenny Calender said knocking at the door, "Penny for your thoughts"

"What?" Elijah turned his head snapping out if his thoughts.

"It's been a crazy day - I'm checking out of here? How about a drink?"

"Drink?"

"Yeah - you know that thing people do after a bad day of work to forget about the real world for an hours, socialize and talk about absolute nonsense?!"

"Yes. I could use a drink. And a bit of nonsense." Elijah said, pucking up his jacket, he walked out with his friend and colleague.

***

Elsewhere

"What do you want me to tell you, Buffy? Giles looked at the doppelganger, swallowing a silent sigh.

"I want you to tell me that today was not for NOTHING! Five people are dead! And Kendra-" the slayer shouted tearfully.

There was nothing Giles could say. They both knew that the demons and darkness was always a step ahead. Shaking her head, Buffy walked out of the Watcher's Bookstore, slamming the door behind her.

"Who is going after her?" Xander looked at Willow and then at Giles.

"I think she needs to be on her own for a while" Giles said taking his glasses off as he sat down.

"We need to find out how to kill IT." Willow said taking a book. "We beat the Mayor, the Master, The First. We can beat this - ancient Evil wherever it can from."

"Maybe it escaprd from that Hell dimension, Buffy sent Angel to when she killed him?!" Xander now said.

Putting his glasses on, Giles lookrd at the young man in a serious fashion, "You might be right."

***

Days after

'The Madhatter' , Gile's Bookstore

"I apologise for speaking to you the way I did." Buffy said to her menthor.

"Please - let's forget it. There are pressing things. The Council have already sent a new partner. Someone completely different."

"Oh, man. Something tells me I'm not going to like it, right?! But I really don't care."

"Hey there" A man in his early thirties, with blonde peroxide hair, dressed as a military punk rocker walked in from the side door. "I'm William Stevens. Best known as Spike"

Rolling her eyes a bit, the 22 year-old said, "A vampire, seriously?"

"I'm not just any vampire."

"Yeah. Been there. Ok - if you do as I say, you will survive." She then turned to her faithful Watcher. "I'm going patrolling."

"Be careful" Giles said.

"I always am." Taking a cupcake from the table, Buffy shot a look at the vampire, "are you waiting for a special invitation"

"Who twisted your pants?!?" Spike shot back at the Slayer.

Not acknowledging his comment, she got into the passanger seat.

"That means I drive" Spike said and got into the car.

"Sunnyvale Cemetery. I hope you know where it is"

"I do. I know more than you know"

"Sure you do" Buffy muttered and put the music on pretty loud, flashing back to a few hours before.

The Sunnyvale General Hospital

Xander, Willow and Buffy waited for the Chief Surgeon.

Buffy was unusually quiet, looking out of the window absent-minded.

"Hello" Elijah greeted them, making a small nod.

"Hi. How is Faith?" Buffy said.

"No big change" Elijah replied.

"So, why did you call us then?" Buffy said.

"We are transferring her to another hospital. To L. A." Elijah replied.

"L. A.?" Willow said surprised.

"This hospital doesn't have facilities for a patient that is deep coma."

"Right. Can we see her?" Buffy asked.

"Yes."

"Ok." Buffy looked at her besties, who unanimously agreed that she should go see the other Slayer on her own.

*

"We got some of the Turok-Hans - and I got a new help, now that Kendra is - huh- yeah - damn - it's like - I can't even find time to grieve. It's all business. One slayer in hospital, another one dead. Here is a new pair of hands. That's Giles. Quote. I don't know anymore what it's like to do normal stuff - and sleep. But hey - I guess sleeping is not much, right?! I bet you'd rather be kicking butt - yeah"

Buffy swallowed hard as she looked at the former Slayer laying there with the myriad of tubes stuck in her.

Taking her hand, she now whispered, "I'm gonna miss you."

"Hey" a voice behind her now made the Slayer flinch a little.

"Hey" Buffy said to the vampire. "I was about to leave. They said that they are about to prepare her for the - road"

"Yes." Elijah slipped. "Uhm - do you have time for a cup of coffee?"

"Coffee? - I don't know - I'm - not very - civil lately - you know - haven't done coffee or any ocial thing for ages" Buffy breathed in a sigh of churning nervousness that sank in her stomach.

"One coffee - the world will not end and I don't bite" Elijah said cutely.

"Very funny. Ok. One coffee. I hope it's not the hospital canteen"

"The Sunrise Diner?" Elijah suggested. "I'm out of the graveyard shift, too. Dying for scrambled eggs on toast."

"I still can't get that thing that you can eat food."

"Yeah, I know. Ok. Let's go."

Shooting one more look at Faith, bidding her a silent goodbye, Buffy followed Elijah out of the ICU room.

And then, if life was not complicated enough, she let herself go again. It was meant to just be a little see you later thing. But -

And before she knew what was happening his lips landed on hers, gently cupping her face, drawing her to him. Her eyes fluttered closed, breathing in his scent.

Heat pulsed as his kiss deepened, making her shiver slightly. Blood scalded her cheeks. She moaned against his mouth, when his tongue swept in, now entangling with hers. Her palms trembled against his chest, agony bleeding from both her soul and her heart. Waves of warmth shuddered through her at the taste of him, but then she pulled away, turning around, walking out of the Original's house breathing heavy, trying to steady the dizzy feeling in her head.

-to be continued-

[revolutionnaire-farouche]

A Movie Script Ending (Enjolras x Reader)

I don't own the gif!

Summary: Modern!AU Just another day at work in the café, but with a different ending

Warnings: None!

Notes: Sorry for my inactivity lately! Here's a new fic, and thanks to the lovely @writingsoftheloser as usual for proof reading this, and being awesome ♥️ Enjoy!

The sun was already setting on the city, and that marked the start of your shift. Most of the people you served were regular customers, new customers are only for the morning and evening shifts. You really liked working in that cafe, it was a nice environment and it allowed you to meet new people - besides the money was really helpful.

You heard the door opening and you quickly recognized the group that was entering; you knew they called themselves Les Amis de l'ABC, they were nice and they usually gather there to design pamphlets or just to make plans for the upcoming protests. They were regulars too, so you knew their names. And you had to admit you really liked them, they were a relief between all the elderly people that attended at that hour and they had some pretty faces to see too. Especially Enjolras, the blond one. You only shared some small talks with him because he used to came alone sometimes, but there was something about him that was charming to you. But you didn't want to look creepy, so you never pushed it any further.

They chose a table and once they were all settled down, you grabbed your notepad and approached them.

"Mademoiselle Y/N! It's always a pleasure to see you" Bahorel quickly greeted you, as he saw you coming.

"It's a pleasure to see you all as well. I was wondering where were you." You smiled at them, before grabbing the pen you kept in your pocket, "So, what can I get you?"

"A café noir, please" Grantaire said.

"Yeah, make it two" Éponine added after a little hesitation.

"Bossuet and I are going to take two iced coffees" Musichetta said after talking with Bossuet.

"I think I'm going with a decaf, please. I want to sleep tonight" Courfeyrac said after hearing all his friends asking for coffee.

"I think I'm going to have a green tea" Combeferre said. He was the only one to actually check the menu.

"I'd like a tea too" Marius added.

"Three teas then, please" Joly said.

"Uhm...I like the idea of the tea too, but do you have something like an earl grey?” Jehan asked, to which you nodded yes. "I'd go for that one then"

"Just a café filtre, please" Feuilly said.

"A caramel latte" Cosette added, almost in a giggle.

"Alright. Then two noir coffees, two iced ones, one decaf, three green teas, one earl grey, one coffee filtre, and one caramel latte..." You said while writing everything down and repeating to yourself all the orders in a whisper, noticing one of them was missing "Oh! Enjolras, you want the usual? Café crème?"

"Uh, yes. One of those, please" He looked like his head wasn't really there, so it took him a few seconds to answer and he just quickly looked away.

"Great. I'll be back in a few minutes" You said before leaving, to which all of them thank you in return.

In the minutes you were on the table, if you had payed attention, you would have seen Enjolras smitten while looking at you. Maybe you left that one pass, but his friends surely didn't.

"So...is this the time you're going to ask her out?" Grantaire asked, smirking to Enjolras.

"What are you talking about now?" Enjolras answered, while returning to his usual stoic face.

"You've been looking at her like that since you met her, maybe you can talk to her about something more than coffee" Grantaire winked at Enjolras, to which he glared at him and although he didn't want to be obvious, his body betrayed him with a slight blush on his cheeks and nose.

"Aw, you actually like her!" Cosette said while watching the situation totally delighted, softly pushing Marius to make him pay attention.

"I don't. Can we talk about the thing that got us here in the first place?" Enjolras said while massaging his forehead.

"I think the thing that really got us here in the first place was your love for her, and the stuff that we have to discuss is just an excuse" Éponine added, trying to throw even more fuel to the fire.

"I totally agree with 'Ponine" Grantaire said while pointing at her.

"I'd really wish you both put the same emotion about my feelings to the actual cause" The blond added, making the pair laugh.

"She's pretty, I don't blame you" Bahorel added while shrugging.

"Ok. That's it. End of the subject." Enjolras' patience was reaching its limit, as he took a notebook out of his backpack. He also took out a few notes where he had written down the ideas for the new pamphlets and what to take to the next protest.

They discussed what subjects to talk about, and they even had a map to mark strategic zones where to be. Behind the counter, you were preparing all the orders the fastest you could, while another co-worker was attending the other two people in the café that night. After a few minutes you had all the orders ready, but you realised that you had to make two travels to the table to get them all there. You took the firsts 6 cups and headed towards the group.

"I'm back with a caramel latte, two iced coffees, and three green teas" You serve each one their cup, receiving thanks and leaving your tray empty. You winked at them after saying: "I'll be back in a sec with the rest"

"Ask for her number" Courfeyrac quickly said after you had left the table.

"What!? No! Just shut up about it" Enjolras was bright red, he was afraid that you were listening to all those things and they made you feel awkward. Besides, even if he normally looked confident, when he was close to you, he felt all that confidence fading away, which scared him a bit.

"Here's the rest" you said while walking to the table with a smile on your face. Once you were there, you saw all of them smiling and Enjolras trying to hide his face in his hand, which you find kind of odd but you just served the drinks without asking much. "Do you need anything else?"

"Well, now that you ask. My frie---ouch" Grantaire was interrupted by a kick under the table that surprisingly didn't came from Enjolras.

"Don't listen to him, he's just messing around. We're fine, thank you very much, Y/N" Cosette quickly said, before taking a sip of her coffee.

"Uhm. Right...If you need anything I'll be right there, behind the counter" you said while leaving the table, thinking about what had just happened.

"Enjolras is right. We should leave him alone, and we have another issues to discuss" Cosette said with a serious tone, grabbing the notes that Enjolras left over the table.

"Finally. Thank you" He answered with relief, while the rest of them was looking at Cosette with surprise.

After that, they all just kept planning. One hour passed before they were starting to leave; it was already really late. You said goodbye to the ones that were leaving when they approached to pay you. In the end, only Enjolras, Cosette and Marius where left, but the couple was already grabbing his things to return home. Before leaving the table, Cosette wrote something down. When they came close to you to pay for their drinks, Cosette gave you that same note, winking at you. When you read it, you couldn't hide the big smile that was forming in your face, kind of wishing that it wasn't just a joke.

A few minutes passed by, before you reach the table one more time to pick up all the empty cups. Only Enjolras was left at the table and now he was going through the new ideas he had written down. When he saw you getting close, he felt his heart starting to beat faster and because of that, he tried to keep his eyes on his papers. Unfortunately, it was more difficult than he had imagined. You were already there, carefully picking up the cups that were on the table, looking at the man there at times. After struggling with your nerves, you decided you would talk to him.

"Your friends left you alone?" You said while grabbing the lasts things of the table. He quickly looked at you, making you think how lame that was, but those thoughts vanished when he smiled.

"Yeah, they have other things to do. I've work for a few minutes more" He answered, looking at the papers on the table. "You finished your shift?"

"I see..." The table was all covered in notes, maps and drawings; it was hard not to notice them. Then you shook your head, smiling. Your tray was already full with the empty cups. "No, not yet. I have a few minutes more here, too. Until the shift changes again...and I actually don't have more things to do."

"Would you like to join me? I mean, if you want to and you don't have a lot of things to do I could make you company until you're finished..." He stopped himself before starting o talk gibberish, but he felt like he already screwed it.

"I'd love to.” You bit your lip, trying to hide a smile. All the fears that he had felt vanished when he heard your answer. "I'm just going to leave the tray and I'll be back in a second"

While you were leaving the tray on the counter, both of you started thinking about what you were going to talk about, which mixed with the nerves of the situation. When you finished on the counter, you returned and sat in front of him, biting your lip. He, on the other hand, brushed back his curls with his hand, leaving his papers on one side. After a few minutes of silence, you decided to talk again.

"So...what were you working on?" You pointed at the papers with your head.

"Oh, just a few things for the next protest, you know. Where to go, at what time..." He said while looking at them.

"That's great. It's always good to plan things before going to a protest, it's never good going in blind to those things. You always have to know your rights, have a plan B... and it's actually good that you go with your friends, it's always better going with a group!" You felt like you couldn't deliver your ideas properly and that the words were leaving your mouth nonstop.

"That's...exact. Seems like you already know this." He felt like he had been right: there was something about you.

"Yeah, I used to be in a protests group. It was called the Cougourde, I don't know if you know them." The talk was going better than you expected.

"Yes, I know them. Sometimes we work with some of them, they're good!” He was trying to hold his excitement. "You aren't with them anymore?"

"No, unfortunately. I don't have a lot of time between work and studying. But it's nice to talk to someone else that still fight for the cause." A smile appeared on his face after listening to that.

The conversation went smoother than you had thought. After a topic, came another, and another. Time flies when you're having a good time. Before you could notice, your shift was over, and there was already someone to replace you. When you noticed that, you left to pick up your purse and your things. Enjolras waited for you and offered to walk with you for a few streets, since you were heading to the same side, which you gladly accepted. The night was cold, but you were enjoying that time so much you didn't feel it. But the good doesn't last forever and before you knew it, you were on your street, while Enjolras had to still walk.

"Well, here's my stop" you said slowing to a stop and looking at the man in front of you. He looked even better under the street lights.

"It was really nice talking with you." If it weren't that dark, you could have seen the red on his face, but for sure you felt the warmth of your own face.

"Same thing goes for you. But you really have to thank your friend, she encourage me to do it" you said laughing; he smiled too, but he looked confused.

"My friend?" He arched one of his eyebrows, while you took a note out of your pocket.

"Yes, Cosette. She gave me this." You handed him the note. Once he opened it, it said: 'My friend Enjolras thinks you're cute and he wants to talk with you, but he's shy', he laughed while nodding. "You didn't know it?"

"No, but I should've seen it coming!" He handed you the note again, while taking a deep breath. Then he lifted his gaze to look at you in the eyes, "So...would you like to go out with me sometime?"

"I'd love to. Just let me give you my number!" Your eyes brightened up, just like his.

You grabbed your notepad and the pen from your purse, writing your number down and handing him the paper afterwards.

"Great! Then I'd talk to you later." He looked at the paper, kind of surprised that all that just happened.

"I'll be waiting." You weren't so far from him about your thoughts of the moment. Without stopping looking at him, you slowly started to walk towards your door. "See you, Enj"

"See you later, Y/N!” He said with a huge smile, watching you walk away.

Once you were inside, he started walking home. He was thinking about talking to Cosette to thank her for that one.