#In fact if it's making cookies or cakes he might be better at it……

[vita940124]

First time cooking

[shiroisotto64]

Fionna & Cake hcs

Fionna

She’s and adrenaline junkie. No questions asked. She loves to bring you with her on adventures! Fighting is already fun, but it’s so much better with company. (Especially if you’re dating)

You’d have to help her keep the apartment in check. It’s a mess when she’s not reminded to tidy it up. Put on some music and she’ll be more willing to get up and clean.

KEEP HER OUT OF THE KITCHEN. This woman CANNOT cook to save her life. That’s why Fionna and cake each sandwiches and take out. She’s tried but Fionna has a track record for burning water so…

Really affectionate and doesn’t mind PDA. She gets flustered but will return you’re affections without question. She’s also always hyping you up. New outfit? She’s the first to comment. Killed a bad guy really quickly? She’s quick to pull you into a strong hug afterwards.

Date nights are anything under the sun honestly. Cuddling in bed? Yeah. Going to a concert? Absolutely!

You could go skating, swimming, anything really but it’s best to do something that can keep her occupied. If she gets bored she’ll kinda space out. She doesn’t mean to though and will apologize later.

Simon

He likes to read to you. In fact he’ll lend you his books to read so you can both talk about it afterwards. He gets really excited to do this and tends to ramble. So you’ll have to excuse him.

Once you say something he’s more conscious and tries not to do it anyone unless your encourage him. He still has his dark days but it’s way easier with you. However Simon hates feeling like a burden.

So he’s not the best with communicating his problems. He tends to lock them away until he snaps. He always feels horrible and leaves for a bit to calm down and clear his head.

He’s an introvert. But if you want him to go with you he’ll try at least. But he will be vocal about it if he feels uncomfortable and wants to go back home. Date nights are pretty chill honestly.

Baking, watching movies / documentaries. Reading or talking about books together. He likes when you talk about you’re interests! He’ll listen and ask questions so he gets it to. He gets real flustered with PDA so keep that in mind to.

Marshall Lee

Real laid back and chill. He plays his guitar while y’all hang out. He has and still will write songs about and or inspired by you and his friends.

He’s really supportive. He encourages you to go after you’re dreams and do whatever makes you happy. Marshall finds it real cute when you wear his shirts or button ups.

Hell he encourages it even. He vents to you about his mom sometimes. He really appreciates you listening and is even more appreciative if you give him advice on how to properly talk to / get through to her.

Has a sweet tooth. You can easily bride him with sweets of any kind. Want him to wash the dishes for you? Whip out a box of his fav cookies from the store. He’s never washed dishes faster in his life.

You’d end up paying for a lot of stuff, sorry. He tries his best to get money singing on the corners and streets of the town yet it only pays so much. He really appreciates it if you’re patient with him.

He’s ok with Pda and will reciprocate you’re affections but doesn’t expect to not be teased in the process.

Gary

He’s like a mother hen. He gets worried if you don’t answer his texts within 10 minutes honestly. It might get annoying and if it does? Gently tell him how you feel and he’ll do his best to be more patient.

He likes cooking and baking for you. And it makes his whole week if you praise his skills and tell him how much you love it. Bonus point if you can bake or if you give him constructive criticism!

He likes it when you play in his hair. He loves it when you pull his head into you’re lap and run you’re fingers through his pink hair. He’ll be out in minutes honestly.

Gary swoons whenever you put on his sweaters. He has bought the both of you matchin ones. And he is also the type to wanna get matching couples outfits. Just putting that out there.

He likes it when you to clean together. He cleans the dishes and you rinse them off. You both finish that much faster and after he goes up behind you to embrace you. He’ll stay like that for as long as you let him.

Gets flustered by PDA but welcomes it anyways. And Gary is super affectionate at night. He doesn’t care if he’s big or little spoon just hold him.

Finn

He’s affectionate and tries to be as honest with you as he can. But Finn isn’t the best with negative feelings. We all saw how he struggled to help Simon and was a bit awkward while doing it.

Another adrenaline junkie. He likes to go camping and adventuring with you. Anything fun and active and he’s in. Finn Is also very considerate of the things you like and will get you something that reminds him of you while he’s out. Or something he knows you’ll like.

Really playfully. He’ll sometimes just pick you up and throw you over his shoulder before walking off to go knows where. He has complete faith in you and is real happy if you feel the same!

Doesn’t get jealous, like at all. Like I said complete trust in you. He doesn’t question you’re actions and just goes with the flow. He’s very comfortable with you’re bond.

He’s chill with Pda. If you hug him he’ll hug back. You want a kiss? You got it. No questions asked. He is protective of you though. Yet is also confident in you’re abilities but if you need help he’s there in the blink of an eye.

Winter King

Loves to sing to you! He’ll declare his love to you in and out of town. He loves to spoil you. Anything you want is yours. He always smiles at you whenever he catches you looking at him.

Will pull you in to dance with him. You both go ice skating all the time and if you don’t know how he’ll teach you. He’s real patient with you, so don’t worry. He tries to impress you. He’s very subtle about it but if you pay attention you can see it.

He’d melt if you sat on his lap while he sat on his throne. He has introduced you to ice Marcy. I think you’d all get along pretty well. Kinda like a little family. Also his two guards love hanging out with you.

Training and skating you name it they’re in. Simon chuckles while he watches them drag you around. He’s really affectionate to. You both are attached at the hip! He has to have a hand on you at all times or he’ll explode.

Winter king can’t help but to flush if you pull him down to press kisses to his face. He also loves when you run you’re fingers through his silky hair. He lets you go in his lab. He answers you’re questions if you have any.

Candy Queen

(I couldn’t find any gifs I’m sorry)

She’s the clingiest. You’re not allowed to go anywhere without her. You can barely get alone time in the bathroom. She’s always writing new songs to sing to you.

She’ll put on a show to win you’re praises and affection. Like i said she really affectionate. She’ll take naps on you throughout the day. She does drool a little but you’ll be ok.

Not much to say I feel like shes really straight forward. She’s not ashamed of the pictures she has of you in her room and openly flirts with you. Dose not mind PDA she heavily encourages it even.

Gets all giddy if you annotate affection. She’d be chill to watch cartoons with you while you both laze around doing nothin in particular.

[pantherxrogers]

Dating Luca (The Bear Headcanon)

Content warnings: kinda smutty 18+ only, explicit language, there's fluff too :)

A/N: Idc how much screen time Luca got, he has a whole personality in my head LMAO 😩 I hope you guys enjoy more Luca content! This is super short, but I had so much fun writing it 😄 My requests are wide open, so let me know what you'd like to see next! <3 If you liked this, please like/reblog! It means a lot! 😘

Summary: A short headcanon of what I imagine it'd be like to date our fav pastry chef 🥰

Let’s start with the fluffffff 😊

I feel like most of the reason we all love Luca (aside from the fact that Will Poulter plays him) is that he’s so gentle (but have you guys heard the term Stern Brunch Daddy?)

Let’s say you’re not very good at baking, doesn’t matter because he’s fully committed to teaching you. He will literally start with something as basic as baking a cookie from scratch and later making more complex desserts. It doesn’t even matter how long it takes because he just enjoys being around you :’)

Speaking of spending time together, Luca’s love language is defffff quality time.

When he spoke about learning from the chef who was much better than him (Carmy??) it made me think about how much he would enjoy just being around the person he loves. Whether you’re baking, watching a movie, or even napping together, the pair of you are like magnets.

He shares his love of food with you every chance he gets (he wants to combine two of his greatest loves 😭)

Going out to dinner with a chef is always a unique experience, but no matter what he’s letting you choose the restaurant (if he has to choose he'll just wind up cooking something for you at home since he can make it better anyways)

Thinking about how he’d definitely bake a birthday cake for you, spending hours on it because it needs to be perfect 😪 (he could bake a cake in his sleep but this isn’t just ANY cake)

He asks you to sample everything whenever he's coming up with a new menu item, he trusts your judgement and knows you'll be honest with him

When he’s working late, he tells you not to wait up for him (much to your displeasure) but every morning, you wake up to a new dessert in the fridge 🥺

He’s been doing it since you moved in together just because he knows it makes you smile (he’ll even leave little notes behind, sometimes silly, sometimes super sappy) you eat it up regardless

Now for the smutty stuff 😈

In the beginning of your relationship, Luca is SUUUPER shy. Like to the point that you have to literally spell it out that you want him to make a move. 

Like Carmy, he doesn’t really have much time for socializing, so he might miss the cues that you throw at him. 

The first time Luca spends the night at your apartment, he’s sure he’s going to pass out on like three different occasions 

1. When you open the door, you’re wearing a satin robe that leaves very little to the imagination (He’s hard before he even sits down)

2. You’re baking together in the kitchen, taking every opportunity to bend over and "grab a mixing bowl", flashing your lacy thong in the process. 

3. When you move into your bedroom because you’re getting “tired”, you ask him to unhook your bra for you, making a show of sliding the robe down your shoulders. And whoops! It just so happens to fall to the floor. 🤗

By that point, you’re done with the subliminals, pushing your ass back, feeling him straining against his jeans. For a moment, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands (it’d be adorable if you weren’t painfully horny rn)

“Luca, you can touch my boobs if you want to, I swear I won’t mind,” you playfully tease him, shifting into a sigh when his hands immediately connect with your sensitive nipples. 

That’s actually how the both of you found out that manhandling is one of the quickest ways to turn you on

Later in your relationship, he makes a show of tapping your ass (when it’s appropriate of course)

He casually shows his strength a lot because he knows it gets you going (thinking of him picking up those packs of flour 😓)

Both of you love the soft moments too. He’s a passionate lover, so slow, gentle sex is always amazing

Back to our regularly scheduled, fluffy programming 😋

Overall, I see Luca as a sweet, loyal boyfriend. The way he spoke about the chef he shadowed (again, do we think it was Carmy??) it seems like he really values the close relationships in his life

Of course, he values his relationship with you the most, always wanting to be the best version of himself for you (and vice versa) 🥰

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[brittle-doughie]

Hi! It’s me again. I have a few things I want to say that are all related to my long fic ask. I apologize if I sound bossy but I have to get it off my chest.

1.I might copy-paste my ask and send it to other people to see what their take on it will be like. Is that ok?

2. I have more info about my Y/N fic ask that I just came up with that I want to share with you in case you ever think about making a sequel, and it’s related to shipping and the Cookies of Darkness this time, so here goes.

Y/N Cookie (AKA Tomato Juice Cookie) is part of the CoD. Y/N doesn’t kill and eat any of them because they all consider them “interesting”. All of the rest of the members are scared (Licorice avoids them like the plague, and Red Velvet never lets them near any of the cake hounds.), or at least somewhat intimidated (Poison Mushroom and Pomegranate are always a bit cautious around them), by them, Including Dark Enchantress Cookie (who considers them to be her equal in power and greatly respects them).

All except one.

Affogato Cookie

Why? Because Affogato and Y/N are in a loving, romantic relationship with each other. In fact, they are actually happy married!

Affogato was not brainwashed, their love for each other was completely mutual. Affogato Is also murderess and cannibalistic like Y/N (so it’s technically an AU) and he often joins Y/N in “gathering food”. Their relationship is completely healthy (at least, as healthy as murderess power couple can be with each other) and Y/N has no plans on killing and him anytime soon (they would never hurt the love of their life. A happy, psychopathic couple.

That’s all I have for now, I hope Tumblr doesn’t mess up again and fail to send this to you.

Warning: Cookie Cannibalism

Affogato Cookie must have one heck of a type if his preference was a cookie eating vampire that likes to make paintings with strawberry jam.

And he must be REALLY dedicated if he’s partaking in Y/N’s…”diet”. CoD round table banquets have quite the accommodating dishes for these two alone, Poison Mushroom better be out of the room when these two dine.

These two lovingly looking at each other as they’re munching on a cooked cookie arm and sipping their glasses of strawberry jam, that’s surely not to going to traumatize the other CoD members.

[hxjikonn]

A/N: To the anon who requested a Vil, Leona, Trey and Jamil x Fem!Reader who opens a dessert shop and gives them free stuff. Idk what happened tumblr crashed and I lost ur req while writing but here it is!! I hope you see this ><

Sweet Tooth

☆Staring☆: Vil Schoenheit, Leona kingscholar, Trey clover, And Jamil viper

Synopsis: You open a dessert store and it’s pretty obvious there’s favoritism at play

Warnings: lil harmless Cuss words, some JP terms

Vil Schoenheit

You better believe he’d be the first person to promote it on social media the moment you open it

He’d be posting the desserts, the store’s comfy aesthetic, YOU working cuz he’s so proud of you he could cry

He made your work uniform and makes you look pretty every single day before you open. Periodt.

Would bring the whole population of Pomefoire there and tell them to leave the best reviews or else they might just have poison in there tea

Usually limits his intake on sweets but when you feed it to him he just physically cannot say no.

He insisted on paying multiple times but when you smile at him and say no he just shuts down and agrees

Ace and deuce would notice it though and is hella salty about it

Deuce: Y/n why does Schoenheit-senpai not pay??

Ace: It’s called pretty privileges Deuce *gives you and Vil the stink eye*

You: Correction! It’s “pretty boyfriend privileges” :)

Vil: *smirks* Stay mad~

He doesn’t insist on paying anymore but he does pay you back when you two go and dates. It’s his turn to spoil you then.

Leona Kingscholar

Three words: Smug. As. Fuck.

He would just walk behind the counter and point at the dessert he wants and you give it to him.

Doesn’t forget to say thank you and kiss your cheek though. That’s a must.

He enjoys the feeling of the first years glaring on him cuz he has boyfriend privileges😭

Would literally stand behind the counter with you while eating a cookie or a cupcake and grins at Ace and Deuce when they pay💀

Your shop is his new favorite spot to nap in, he’s always there, in fact he even “claimed” a spot for himself that only he gets to sit, sleep and stay on

Would always bring Cheka there when he visits, cuz one: he knows he’d be distracted with the desserts, and two: he can charge his brother for all the things Cheka ate

Is proud of you for being so hardworking but often pulls you away from the counter and FORCES you to nap with him.

He doesn’t like it when you over work. Usually he tells Ruggie or Jack to take over for you while you rest

Orders the entirety of Savannaclaw to go there at least three times a week and buy something or else they’ll be sleeping outside the dormitory

Would be clinging on to you when you’re baking cuz he likes it when you feed him the desserts you make and ask if he likes it.

He did want to pay but when you told him he could pay with cuddles instead he couldn’t pass off the offer.

Trey Clover

He’d be the proudest boyfriend ever. Literally the loudest person cheering in the back when it was the grand opening

Brings his family there so they can meet you taste the sweets you make. This man would brag about you for HOURS.

Bring Riddle, Chenya and Cater there too.

Helps out with baking, serving and cleaning but asks you not to pay him. Instead your smart ass came up with an alternative

He washed dishes? Boom free cake. Takes order? You make him matcha latte. Helps you out in the kitchen? You feed him ice cream.

He noticed this of course, but when you defended yourself and told him you only want him to taste the desserts you made he couldn’t debate you any further.

Would notice that Ace and Deuce were glaring at him when you gave him free stuff so the humble part of him tells them that it’s because he works along side you, but the smug side of him ALSO tells them that it’s “boyfriend privileges”

Literally loves it when you’re in work clothes and you have icing or flour in your cheek🥹 he can’t help but take pictures and set them as his wallpaper

Would always complement you. It’s either he complements your skills, or your hard work, or just tells you you look pretty from time to time.

Just feels so proud of you and so happy you’re his girlfriend.

Jamil Viper

This man would make sure you have anything and everything you need a month before you even open your store

He’d also tell Kalim cuz he know Kalim would probably buy everything and empty the store in a matter of minutes

Would take his sister there when he has time. He’d mostly brag about how great his girlfriend is to her (sibling things)

I believe this man would quite literally fight you so he can pay. Much to his demise though you keep on denying him.

Jamil: How much?

You: How much is what?

Jamil: my bill?

You: oh yeah about that…umm no.

Jamil: huh?? Wdym no?

You: I mean no you cant pay…this store has a “boyfriend doesn’t get to pay” policy.

Jamil: *puts money on the counter* take it.

You: *pushes it away* I don’t wanna break store policy baby.

Jamil: Love…

You: Yes?

Jamil: Let. Me. Pay.

You: Not. A. Chance.♥︎

Deuce: Me and Ace will take the offer-

You/Jamil: No.

Would use his signature spell on you, but you got mad at him for doing that and gave him the silent treatment for week.

You said you’d forgive him if he lets you give him free stuff. Defeated, he agrees and you happily indulge him with sweets.

You’re a smart ass but he is too. So instead of money he paid you with affection

He’d bring you water, give you a seat when you’ve been standing too long, massages your shoulders when you’re tired, kisses, would fix your hair and make it look pretty so it doesn’t bother you, and a lot more

He also takes over when you nap in the break room.

Is literally the proudest boyfriend, so if there’s anything he can do to make your job easier he’ll do it, cuz he loves you so much.

A/N: DID NOT PROOFREAD THIS!!! plus this is my second time rewriting this since first attempt was failed cuz tumblr crashed on me😭 anyways I hope the anon who req this sees it!

[i-did-not-mean-to]

FOTFICtember - Chapter 5

Kyra goes camping. Bilbo has a hot shower. Everyone eats entirely too much sugar :D

Prompts: cuddling, soft, cinnamon, cold hands, rainstorms, sweet treats

Pairing: Ori x OC, Kíli x Tauriel, Bilbo x Thorin

Words: 1495

Warnings: sexual innuendo

As soon as he was gone, Tauriel stopped at the edge of the bonfire.

The dancing flames filled her rich, red hair with reflections of dying embers, and Kyra was mesmerised enough by the sight not to question the sudden interruption of their plans.

“So, what did we miss?” the elfin beauty then asked, turning back to face Kyra, her bright eyes piercing and her soft mouth curled into a knowing smile. “Did you kiss Ori in the maze?”

“As a matter of fact, I did,” Kyra admitted. “I was made to understand that it was some kind of tradition. Maybe, I’ll have good luck from now on.”

“If you want that, yeah,” Tauriel sighed, playing with a strand of her hair absent-mindedly. “Listen, we don’t know each other as well as you might know my boyfriend and his brother, but I’d like to think that we’ve become friends since you arrived here this year, no?”

“Sure,” Kyra agreed. She couldn’t fathom what the other woman was getting at, and it started to make her nervous. “What’s up?”

“Ori…If I’ve understood the whole matter correctly, he’s had a major crush on you for years, so we decided to give him a little helpful nudge. Nevertheless, we don’t want to pressure you into something you wouldn’t be comfortable with.”

She now looked exceedingly uncomfortable and guilty.

“Do you deem him dangerous? If I were to reject him?” Kyra asked candidly for she trusted Tauriel’s assessment. Since her return to these parts, she’d come to respect and cherish Kíli’s girlfriend as a level-headed, fierce young woman.

Moreover, Kyra was not in a position to callously refuse the offer of an earnest friendship when it came her way.

“Ori? Never,” the other guffawed. “But, spending the night perched up in a tiny tent is another matter entirely than kissing in a maze, and I wanted you to be advised.”

“He’s a darling, isn’t he?” Kyra sighed and dashed forward when she saw that the corner where the cakes and buns were kept was deserted for the moment.

“Oh yes, he absolutely is,” Tauriel agreed as they shovelled as many treats as they could onto chipped plates and melted into the deep, dark shadows of the nearby treeline. “He’s the best, and we all adore him. He’d never hurt you…”

With a wicked smile, she picked a glazed cookie out of the heap and took a nibble. “I also tell you this for another reason. If, and it’s a big ‘if’, you were even the slightest bit interested in dear Ori, you’ll have to go for it. He’s too honourable by far to risk discomfiting you when you’re stuck in the middle of the forest with him.”

“Makes sense,” Kyra mused. Inspired by her friend’s brazen theft, she chose a soft, plump cupcake and took a hearty bite from it. There was more than enough to share, she thought, and the others wouldn’t miss what they’d never seen.

Admiring Tauriel’s fluid, unerring movements, Kyra let herself be led far beyond the warming light of the bonfire into the heart of the woods.

Ahead, a dimmer, more unsteady gleam beckoned to them, and soon they’d reached the makeshift camp of three tents nestled between the massive roots of the surrounding trees.

“Ah, there you are, my love,” Kíli exclaimed and promptly pinched a juicy slice of berry-cake from the plate Tauriel was carrying. “We were about to send out a search and rescue team!”

Rolling her eyes, the tall redhead sank onto the nest of blankets they’d scattered on the floor and sighed contentedly.

For a while, they simply sat in silence, eating cake and enjoying the charming song of the nocturnal forest, but then, the weather turned again, and a slight drizzle started to fall.

“Could turn into a proper rainstorm,” Fíli declared resolutely and went to check every single tent twice. “We better retire for the night. Sleep well!”

Kyra had not even finished her apple cider when she was ushered into the tent along with the almost empty plate and…Ori.

“Do you need anything? Now is the time,” he informed her, squinting at the dark sky suspiciously.

“No, I’m fine. My hands are a bit sticky,” she replied sheepishly and twitched when he took them in his own as if to check.

“Your hands are cold! Let me get you a wet wipe,” he exclaimed and turned around slowly in the cramped space to rummage through his bag until he pulled out his hygiene kit with a sound of triumph. “We didn’t account for such weather, I’m afraid, so there’s no space heater,” he said apologetically.

The whole floor of the tent was littered with soft, fluffy blankets, and Kyra burrowed herself into them eagerly as the staccato of furious rain started to batter the paper-thin walls in earnest.

Meanwhile, Ori’s gaze flitted nervously through their tiny sanctuary as if searching for a corner into which he could simply disappear.

“Come here,” Kyra invited, desperate to feel his warmth again. “I know a trick for dispelling the cold.”

As soon as he’d joined her, laying down on his side to face her, she pulled one of the blankets over them, tucking it in around their bodies to create a bubble of shared body heat.

Tauriel’s words came back to her, and she lifted her gaze to his comely face in hopes of seeing any indication of that secret affection that had been insinuated.

“Do you…Are you warm enough?” Ori asked, worry tingeing his voice.

“In a moment,” she replied, willing her teeth not to chatter too loudly as she inched closer to him little by little.

“I could…” he mumbled, snaking his arm around her and rubbing her back in slow, firm circles. “How’s that?”

“Wonderful,” Kyra admitted truthfully and scooted closer still until she was pressed against his chest, breathing in his clean, wholesome smell greedily.

Nestled in his warmth, she smiled as she felt his lips brush against the crown of her head silently—this was all the encouragement she needed.

Thus, she tilted up her face to catch that furtive, tender kiss and deepen it.

“You taste like cinnamon,” she slurred against his mouth. “I somehow knew you would.”

“’s because I’m a ginger, huh?” he replied in the same muffled voice, unwilling to pull back and end the kiss.

“Brown sugar and cinnamon,” she purred. “Sweet and a bit spicy, yeah, that’s how I imagined you.”

Outside, the world was seemingly ending, but Kyra cared nought.

Her cold legs were intertwined with Ori’s strong thighs and sturdy calves, and she had buried her cold fingers in the fleece of another sweatshirt—he apparently had an endless supply of soft, warm fabrics at his disposal—and she started to wonder what it would feel like to peel these protective layers off him one by one.

She decided to find out anon.

Across the forest, Bilbo was dripping wet and laughing breathlessly as he raced towards his car, Thorin hard on his heels.

“A rainstorm!” Bilbo cried. “And I thought it was all going so well until now!”

“It was a success, don’t fret,” the other reassured him. “And I’m sure that Kyra is doing just fine wherever she is. Probably snuggled up in a warm tent, giggling into Ori’s foolish face!”

“Ah, you’d know about silly visages, wouldn’t you?” Bilbo grinned as he sped down the muddy forest path towards his quaint little cottage. “I’m too cold and wet to stay a moment longer than I must in this car,” he declared and turned up the heat to the maximum.

“So you’ll send me home on foot in this deluge?” Thorin exclaimed, feigning vexation.

“I didn’t say that, you oaf!” Bilbo laughed. “As the kids are all busy doing Yavanna knows what, I invite you to join me for a hot, restorative shower.”

This idea did much to brighten Thorin’s mood, and he even hummed a little tune as they pulled into Bilbo’s driveway.

“Just the shower?” he then asked when they kicked off their sopping wet shoes and shrugged out of their drenched clothes that clung disgustingly to their clammy skin. “Or…”

“I might have squirrelled away a few extra cakes and sweet treats in the pantry,” Bilbo informed him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “For the day after feast, but…”

“They’ve had quite enough sugar, I dare say!” Thorin declared haughtily, catching the other by the hips and pulling him into a passionate kiss that should have made any remaining moisture turn into steam within a single moment.

“Right you are,” Bilbo moaned. “We can eat them in bed, later. Now, we really need a hot shower. I can’t wait any longer to see you undressed. Come! After all, it’s a night for falling stars and magic.”

“Your wish is my command, dear colleague,” Thorin grinned. “As you know, I’d do anything for the success of the autumn fair.”

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@fellowshipofthefics here's the last chapter of my fic for September! Thank you for celebrating autumn with me!

Lots of love from me! <3

[cold-heart-warm-writings]

OHSHC and the kind of cafe/restaurant the members would run 

Mori: An animal cafe - “what kind of animal?” “Yes” (seriously, what else could he possible want?) He would go all out on having each drink and special pastry treat in the shape of an animal with a cute little name. You’re telling me there’s NOT going to be a lemon cookie called “Lizzy’s Lemon” that’s name after a lizard? (Fun fact: Mori had a pen in hand, about to sign a contract, when he realized that Rainforest Cafe doesn’t actually have live animals. :( He tore up the contract and used it as bedding for his chickens.)

Hikaru:  One of those Karen cafes where the wait staff yells at the customers. He gets adored to be a menace in the host club, so obviously he’s going to love being paid to be a menace at a restaurant. And the worst they are, the better the ratings? Hell yeah.

Tamaki: ... okay, a French bakery, no duh, but if everyone pushed back and wanted him to think outside the box... what would he do? What matters most to him? What was something he always craved and had to fight to achieve for? A family. And when is a popular time where an entire family can get together, talk about their day, share stories, and bond? Meal times. Tamaki would want a restaurant, with a new type of cuisine every three months. It’s French food, then Japanese, Italian, Mexican, etc. There are no TV’s in this restaurant, because Tamaki wants families to sit together and enjoy the company of those around them. It is a popular location for little kid birthday parties, old grandparent birthday parties, and a nostalgic get together location for friends who haven’t seen each other in many years. He takes “when you eat with us, you’re family” to a whole other level.

Honey: Am I going to take the obvious way out again and say a sweets shop? Absolutely. But his sweets shop is of the “build your own” variety. You choose the type of cake, an option of frosting colors and flavors, and then you get little bowls of all sorts of candies and treats and ways to decorate your cake. There’s also boba, and boba plus all the cake? You’re more likely to fall asleep at the mattress store next door than actually make it home.

Haruhi: When/if you were a student, was there ever a restaurant/cafe you loved to study at? Haruhi is very pro “a quiet place to study” and food that tastes like a loved one made it. The food Haruhi’s restaurant sells might not be the fanciest food in the world, but it is good food, it’s the kind of food that warms your entire body and leaves you content and at peace. It’s affordable, large portions, and the tables are the perfect size for textbooks and laptops. You do need to take a study break when eating, because breaks are important, but due to the “library rules: shhhhhhhhh” sign on the front door, this is the perfect place to get some major work done and still be well fed. 

Kaoru: Ngl, I’m struggling here. I could see him running a fine dining, ball gowns, champagne, fancy tea, aristocracy inspired restaurant... and then I could also see him running a food truck with a friend, and serving whatever kind of food he is interested at the time. He travels all across Japan, meeting new people, experiencing life on his own, growing independently of his brother and family, getting into trouble, figuring out how to get back out, swimming in waterfalls, hiking through mountains, serving cold noodles and warm alcohol, breathing fresh air, and realizing that even though he’s traveled all around the world, there is always more to explore.

Kyoya: Kyoya isn’t interested in running a restaurant. He doesn’t want to deal with Donald’s fries being crispy when he asked for extra crispy. He is interested though in owning restaurants. You could make a drinking game and be plastered in minutes walking downtown if you took a shot, or even just a goddamn sip for every restaurant you passed by that he owns. From the fastest of foods to the most obnoxiously bougie of restaurants, he owns, or at least partially owns, a vast majority of them.

Bonus:

Renge: A Maid/Butler cafe. She almost went with a strict anime cafe, but then she couldn’t decide on which anime. But then a lightbulb - “why not both?” If she does a maid cafe, she can do all the themes, thus Renge’s Rainbow Girls Maid Cafe was born.

[petitelepus]

So I loved my match up so much, I wanted to ask again, this time for the demons!

SFW and NSFW fine with me

Zodiac: Pisces

Pronouns: She/Her and They/Them

Sexuality: Bisexual Bigender Demiaromantic

Hobbies: Singing, Reading, Playing video games, making Loom band chains, baking cookies, bread, and cakes.

Appearance: I’m a bit more on the chubbier side, 5’4 and have long curly black hair. I usually wear glasses for being near sighted but forget to wear them all the time. I have dark brown eyes and I’m curvy. Have scars around my chest from two reduction surgeries

Personality Traits: Extremely Empathetic, Loyal, Hard headed, Sensitive

Facts about myself: I tend to put others way before myself, to the point I don’t care for myself as much. I have ADHD and Social Anxiety Disorder, with recently diagnosed autism, and I come from a family of Brazilians and Porto Rican’s. I tend to have a soft spot for children and end up being an unintentional babysitter/older sister type. Rhythm games are a big part of my life and Greek mythology is a big thing for me. Turned stress eating to stress baking to try and help with weight loss. Sudden loud noises set me off and I tend to carry headphones with me now for music to make me feel better

I match you with Akaza!

Akaza thinks you are too kind and that you are foolish to always put others before yourself. He thinks that you should think about yourself more often and not always worry about others because they aren't your responsibility.

Yet he can't help but smile when he sees you acting so kindly and sweetly to little kids. Akaza would never harm someone so young and innocent, you included, he has sworn to protect you from everything evil in the world.

The Demon takes notice that you act a little different from other humans and will ask about it so he knows how to act around you. He is understanding and tries to protect and shield you from things that may trigger your anxiety. Loud noises for example.

Akaza has complicated feelings about scars. Some say they are proof that you had gone through something hard and some say that they are signs of weakness and shame. But he understands the story behind your scars and approves them.

Akaza is good at video games and loves playing with you, and he is absolutely amazing at rhythm games. His reflexes are beyond normal human's and he is also fast as lighting.

He is curious and likes to listen to you tell him about Greek mythology or anything you are really interested in. He likes the stories of Hercules the most probably.

While he is a Demon, he can enjoy some things like your sweets. Compliments you and makes sure to let you know when you make an especially delicious batch of cookies.

He often tells you to remember to wear your glasses because he doesn't want you to accidentally hurt yourself or anything like that. When you put them on, he can't help but smile and teasingly call you "four-eyes". Don't worry, he says it all with love.

Oftentimes, he catches you singing secretly and he will compliment your singing voice, telling you that you should sing for him, just him, but you may or may not be bashful about it.

Your loyalty is maybe one of the sweetest things in you that he loves and he promises to be loyal to you also.

Behind closed doors, he enjoys tracing his fingers over your body and every mark you may have and he never fails to tell you how cute you are. He also encourages you to trace his markings and where they might lead.

[anonymous-astronaut]

How about a seasonal ask: The Mercs all put their names into a bucket (Spy checks carefully this time), and every one of them draws a name, only putting it back if it's their own name. The reason? The Administrator has ordered them to participate in a mandatory Secret Santa Exchange. Who winds up getting gifts for who, and what do they give each other?

Omg i love this idea! I’m gonna assign them to each other at random, let’s see how it goes!

Scout: He got Medic! This is a little frightening to him, Scout is low key scared of the doc and is a little worried the he might get his organs stolen if he doesn’t get the right gift. But on the bright side, at least he didn’t get Spy! Another plus is that Scout thinks Medic is super easy to think of gifts for, I mean the guy just likes doctor stuff a birds right?? Scout gives him a mug that says “#1 Boss” with the “Boss” scratched out in sharpie and replaced with “Doc”, and a caricature of Medic and his birds that Scout drew by hand. Medic finds these gifts hilarious, he pins the drawing up in his lab and uses the mug regularly.

Soldier: His Secret Santa is Scout! Soldier does not think for a single second about what Scout might actually want, he only thinks about what (in his own unique opinion) Scout needs. He thinks Scout is far too scrawny, so Soldier gets him a huge tub of protein powder or straight up leaves a whole ham shank in front Scout’s bedroom door. He also hade makes an America-themed baseball hat, which is the most thoughtful he can manage to be since Scout actually does wear that kind of hat. Scout tries his best to pretend he likes the gifts, but he’s a little unimpressed. You couldn’t catch him dead wearing the hat, except maybe on the 4th of July, but he will eat the ham shank (or hit something with it.)

Pyro: They got Engie! They are very excited about this, but also a little worried because they aren’t sure if their gift will be good enough. It’s not like they can get him engineering tools or something like that, because Engie either already has it or needs something so specific no one would know to get it for him. Instead, Pyro decides to hand-decorate some cookies for him. The cookies range from snowflakes to unicorns to flames, even a little mini sentry. Engie loves it, he thoroughly enjoys savoring the cookies when he winds down each afternoon, and he thinks the decorations are right cute.

Demo: Demo drew Spy’s name, and he thinks of it as a sort of fun holiday challenge for himself. He knows he could just get a bottle of wine for the guy and call it a day, but he wants Spy to be surprised and impressed with his gift and knows that cheap wine won’t cut it. Demo does his research, he figures out which brands Spy prefers and gets him a new pair of gloves, a fancy lighter, and imported French Cognac. It’s pricey, but it’s worth it to see Spy genuinely shocked that the gifts are up to his standards.

Heavy: Heavy got Pyro and honestly, he is stumped on what to do. The only thing he really knows about Pyro is that they love fire, but he can’t think of a reasonable or responsible way to turn that into a gift. He’s pretty sure they like unicorns and stuff like that, and he does know how to sew, so he decides to make them a stuffed animal out of fire resistant fabric. It’s hard to sew and is very stiff for a plushy, but Pyro absolutely loves it so Heavy considers it a success.

Engie: Engie drew Soldiers name. At first he thinks it’ll be a piece of cake, Soldier isn’t exactly quiet about his likes and dislikes. But the more Engie thinks about it, the more he realizes how hard it is to think of a good gift. Ends up getting him something super practical, like a new razor or supplies for cleaning out his rocket launcher. Despite the fact that it’s wrapped, Soldier doesn’t realize it’s a gift and thinks it’s just a weird supply drop.

Medic: The doc got Sniper. He honestly doesn’t put a lot of thought into it, in Medic’s mind he has better things to do than worry about what present to get. Plus, he knows Sniper is pretty reasonable and won’t have a fit about it if he doesn’t love the gift. Sniper gets a six pack of hard cider and some store-bought Stollen with a bow slapped on it left outside he’s camper door. Sniper thinks that’s a pretty sweet deal, you won’t catch him complaining.

Sniper: He got Heavy. He wishes he knew more about the guy, but figures he can come up with something good anyway. He gets him some quality chocolate and a warm hat cause he figures Heavy’s bald-ass head gets cold in the snow. If he finds the time, he whittles a little ornament of Sasha out of wood. Heavy appreciates it, he especially enjoys the chocolate and is very impressed with the ornament.

Spy: He got Demo (it was completely a coincidence that they got each other lol.) Spy has absolutely no idea what to get him. Giving him alcohol seems like the obvious answer, but he has no idea what Demo drinks and doubts he could stomach purchasing such low quality liquor anyway. After a little consideration he ends up getting him a fancy and stylish Sporran. Demo definitely wasn’t expecting that, but he thinks it’s great fun and immediately gets out his kilt to try it on.

[crisalidaseason]

Family chaos on christmas and a birthday

Notes: I thought I had posted this here, apparently I did not. Dumb cris!!! This is a christmas special I posted on AO3

So, this was sort of a request from @spookyspicedchai here on AO3, and I loved the idea so much that I went full author mode. Also, It's finallt december 25th here in my region soooo MERRY CHRISTMAS or HAPPY HOLIDAYS for the ones who do not celebrate Christmas specifically. I based this story on a few movies, but also my experiences with this holiday so if you find something different it's probably my latine agenda going on. Anyway! I hope you enjoy it!

Kenny groaned loudly at the traffic jam.

“Fucking holiday season” he muttered under his breath, pulling his phone out of his pocket and calling his husband.

“Love?”

“I’m close to your office, but stuck in the traffic. Might take a bit longer than usual to pick you up”

“Hmmm, I told you to leave earlier. There’s a mall and supermarket in the area, people are probably panic buying gifts and groceries for Christmas”

“Yeah, I know, just didn’t think it would fuck up the traffic this bad”

Uri chuckled on the other line, like the annoying man that he is. Kenny didn’t need a ‘told you so’ moment, even if Uri insistently warned him about the potential traffic issues on December 23rd.

“I’ll wait patiently for you, like I always do. I can grab you a coffee if you want to”

“I could use the caffeine”

“Alright, ring me up when you get here, handsome”

“Tsk, bye Uri”

Kenny heard the blond man laughing before he hung up. Kenny ignored his flushing face in the rear view mirror, how the fuck that man still makes him blush in almost 7 years together. He blamed it on the fact they recently married, about three weeks ago. Kenny fondly recalled their ‘wedding’. There wasn’t a ceremony at all, they just signed documents and had dinner in a fancy restaurant while Frieda and Historia were babysitting Levi for the evening. Despite their long relationship, a small document stating their marriage left them in a stupid bliss as if they were two teenagers.

“Finally!” the traffic started to flow again, distracting Kenny from his thoughts.

Arriving at the office building Uri worked at, he called him again. This time Uri didn’t answer, but before the Ackerman could call again he saw his husband leave the building and approach the car.

“Good evening, sir” he said, entering the car.

Uri leaned over and gave Kenny a quick kiss on the lips. Adjusting himself on the seat, he handed the taller man a styrofoam cup with the hot coffee, which Kenny immediately accepted and took a sip.

“What kind of coffee does your office buy? It tastes like shit” Kenny commented, taking another sip.

“I have no idea, but does it really matter if you drink it almost everyday you pick me up?”

“Caffeine is caffeine, taste is an afterthought” Kenny said “so, is everything okay for all the events of the 25th? Do we need anything?”

“Not really, everything is set. We just need to pick up the cake tomorrow afternoon”

“Alright, let’s go home and free the babysitter from the little brat. Besides, we better have a head start on things for tomorrow’s dinner” Kenny said, finishing the coffee and starting the car.

Celebrating Christmas at home was a recent event in Kenny’s life. Him and Kuchel used to celebrate by going to the local church's dinner in alliance with the orphanage, but they never had strong emotional ties to this particular holiday season. It brought them sadness because it was supposed to be a time spent with family, which the siblings lacked. But then Kuchel gave birth to Levi, on a stormy December 25th, and while the woman was still high on painkillers, she said to an also tired Kenny beside her:

We’re gonna give him the Christmas we never had, right Kenny?

And they did. The Ackerman siblings would decorate the christmas tree, make dinner (Kenny can be a very good cook), bake cookies, exchange gifts and dress baby Levi with outrageous Christmas outfits, which Kenny snapped pictures to use as future embarrassing material. At the same time, they also celebrated Levi’s birthday, with cakes and balloons and more gifts. When Uri joined Kenny’s life, he also indulged in these celebrations, and when Kuch sadly passed away, they decided to keep the tradition alive in respect of her efforts.

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"You two are late, that's gonna cost extra time for Historia"

Uri and Kenny watched as Levi was sitting on the couch, teddy bear print pajamas on and recently showered. Historia was beside him, combing his hair. She smiled, already used to the boy's bickering with his uncles.

"We were stuck in traffic, sorry" Uri said "and don't worry boy, your babysitter will have an extra"

Both adults paid the girl, with an extra for her Uber and the hour of overtime. After saying her goodbyes to Levi and wishing everyone happy holidays, she left the house.

"Come here brat, kitchen duty" Kenny announced, after changing to more comfortable clothes.

The child quickly perked up and ran to the kitchen. Last Christmas, when Levi learned how to read, he became a part of a tradition Kenny and Kuchel established years ago: checking all the ingredients. Kenny would read the list they made weeks in advance and Kuchel would locate the item in their pantry. Not something they needed to do, but a habit they built as a starter for their holiday celebration. With Kuchel passing, Levi did the reading and Kenny checked the cabinets.

"We have everything" Levi commented.

"Yes, thanks to Uri's memory"

"Like an elephant" the child said.

"What?" Kenny said, confused.

"Elephants have good memory" Levi explained, as if Kenny was a toddler.

"Huh" the man said "makes sense, with their big heads and all"

"You have a big head and uncle Uri is smarter"

Kenny didn’t have a quick response to that. That evil little spawn got him there. Before he could say something, Uri appeared in the kitchen, oblivious to the insult Levi just threw.

“Do we have everything, Ackerman boys?”

“Yes” Levi replied, smiling like the angel he wasn’t.

“Perfect, what are we doing first?” the blond man asked Kenny.

“Baking the cookies, they are a pain in my-”

“Do not finish that sentence, love” Uri's serious tone sent a chill down Kenny's spine.

Of course, the little rascal will melt at the sound of a swear.

The evening was spent making the sugar cookie dough and cutting it into funny shapes. Levi absolutely hated the sensation of making the dough, only accepting to cut the shapes and decorating with the icing. The child was very enthusiastic about putting everything in the dishwashing machine in an organized mess. Kenny and Uri recently noticed he had a strange fascination for cleaning supplies, he even had a mini broom in his room. He loved to see the dishwasher working, usually spending a while looking at the machine (he also did that with the washing machine). Kenny would not admit that, but he used to do the same thing as a kid.

“Cookies done” Uri said, while putting the last ones in a container “Levi, prepare for bed. Tomorrow we have more work to do early in the morning”

The boy went to the bathroom. Kenny sat on one of the kitchen chairs while Uri put the last of the dishes away. When he was done, Uri sat next to his husband and rested his head on the man’s shoulders.

“Tired?” Kenny whispered.

“A little, but nothing a good night of sleep with my handsome husband won’t fix”

Kenny shook his head and gave him a kiss on the forehead before standing up and taking Uri’s hand.

“Let’s put the brat to sleep and I’ll tuck you in”

Levi was already in bed, putting fuzzy socks on. He looked at the two adults on his bedroom door.

“Ready?” Uri said.

“Hmhm, I’m tired” the child nodded.

Kenny turned off the lights, only the small table lamp on to bathe the room in a bluish dim light. Uri covered the boy in a warm blanket and wished him a good night, alongside Kenny. Both men went to their own room, finally resting from the full day of work.

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December 24th was also a full day, like every year. The married couple spent the early morning on the balcony, drinking their tea and coffee. Kenny had bought some fresh bread from the bakery across the street, sweet and salty pastries for Levi to try when he woke up.

“We have the cake to pick up today” Uri said “do you think he’ll like it?”

“Considering he speaks non-stop about the animal kingdom, he’s gonna love it”

They both laughed. It was sweet but tiring to keep up with Levi’s hyperfixation. He would enjoy things almost obsessively, but also briefly. Uri hoped a zoo themed cake was still a hype, just like the zoo visit they took Levi a few weeks ago.

“Let’s start a few things in the kitchen, we can leave the turkey for later” Kenny said.

Both men started to steam the vegetables for the Christmas chicken salad, while also chopping some garlic and onions to put on the rice. Kenny was always the one with onion duties since he never cried. Levi soon woke up with the delicious smell of food, already peeking his head inside the kitchen. December 24th was always spent at home, cooking and eating bits of food here and there. Levi would perform taste tests as an excuse to eat more of the well seasoned chicken Kenny was so good at. Uri went out after lunch to pick up the cake, and trying to hide it in the fridge without Levi noticing was a hard task. That boy is suspicious of everything, but eventually it worked and they managed to hide the cake at the very top of the fridge.

Soon enough, it was time for them to take a shower and put on fancy clothes to just stay home on their couch, having dinner and watching animations with Levi. This year, they put fancy pajamas on, the ones made of silk. Uri had them custom made by Frieda, who was an exquisite seamstress and stylist despite being so young. Kenny still remembers when she said that making a pajama set for him would cost more than Uri and Levi’s set because of his height. He couldn’t really complain, it was indeed a lot of fabric just for his legs, but in the end the set was very nice and cozy. Kenny had to congratulate Uri’s niece with a gift.

“Tomorrow is the big day” Uri whispered while watching a random Christmas episode on television. It was already past midnight and Levi was fast asleep on the couch, with many pillows and fluffy blankets around him.

“He’s been trying to open the fridge alone, I think he suspects there’s something there” Kenny whispered “We better celebrate this brat’s birthday quick before he tips that thing over”

Uri laughed, he had caught Levi once or twice trying to do that.

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December 25th arrived. Kenny woke up on the couch, with Levi’s head on his stomach and Uri already in the kitchen, most likely brewing their morning beverages. The man looked at the small boy sound asleep. They must have forgotten to get to bed, Kenny's back was going to kill him later on, but instead of moving he just stayed there, looking at the boy and thinking about how time flies. It’s been two years and a half caring for him. The second Christmas and birthday without Kuchel. Levi was turning seven today, still so young but with an already complicated story. The ackerman sighed, running his fingers softly on Levi’s black strands.

“Don’t move” he heard Uri whisper.

Of course he moved, but just enough to see his husband snap a picture of him caressing Levi’s head. Kenny smiled, this picture was going to haunt him and Levi in the future, he can already see Uri pulling it up everytime the two ackermans start to bicker.

“Can you bring my coffee? We don’t want the brat waking up early do we?”

“Oh lord, no. I’ll be right back”

Kenny tried to place Levi’s head on the pillow, a slow and very quiet process, and the child almost woke up once but soon snuggled into the pillow.

“Here” Uri handed him a steamy mug of coffee.

The morning was quiet, with Levi sleeping while the couple decorated their dinner table with paper decorations, a few plastic animal toys, and the beautifully decorated cake. Uri placed the number seven candle right on top, the ones that sparkle and die on their own since Levi wasn’t a fan of blowing candles (Kenny joked ONCE about how you spread germs all over the cake and the boy was terrified for life).

“Wow” said the boy when he woke up.

“Did you like it?” Kenny asked “there’s a bunch of animals”

Levi nodded, climbing on the chair to see the cake better. His face was still swollen from sleep and his hair was all over the place.

“I knew it was the cake in the fridge” the child said “can we eat?”

“Yes, but brush your teeth first and wash your face” Uri said.

Levi did as he was asked quicker than any other day, almost jumping from excitement when he climbed and stood on the chair again, right behind the cake.

“Do you want to sing happy birthday, Levi?” Uri asked.

The boy hesitated. Last year he didn’t want to, which was understandable since his mother was always the one to sing and light the candle for him. But surprising both adults, he nodded and Uri was about to light the candle when Levi stopped him.

“Can we…” he began, sitting on the chair “Uncle, can we bring mom?”

Kenny looked at Uri and then at Levi. It took a while for the child to understand that the small urn inside the couple’s room was his mother entirely, but lately he had been going there a lot to stare at it. Sometimes, he even spoke with her.

“Of course, Levi. Come on, let’s pick her up together”

Kenny placed Levi on his forearm and went into the room, taking the gray and small urn with the other hand carefully and placing her on the table, right next to Levi.

“Ready?” Kenny asked.

Levi nodded and Uri finally lit the candle. The familiar tune of ‘happy birthday to you’ echoed in their living room, Levi smiled while cutting the cake with Uri’s help and they served a small slice in memory of Kuchel.

Happy birthday, Little Spawn. Merry Christmas, Kuchel.

[wickedsrest-rp]

Name: Jonas Ballard Species: Medium Occupation: Baker at the Bread Cemetery / Medium Age: 27 Years Old Played By: Donnie Face Claim: Lee Do-Hyun

"I hear the dead and they hear me, the living though? Maybe I’m just not meant for them."

TW: Emotional abuse, domestic abuse

Jonas Ballard was born on a cold December night in the hospital not far from his father’s home in Wicked’s Rest. They noticed something strange about him almost right away. Unlike his twin, Lil, Jonas never did react to loud noises made near him, in fact he didn’t seem to hear anything at all. Being deaf didn’t exactly make for a good exorcist in his fathers opinion. It wasn’t till he was older and able to sign did they learn that he could hear, it was just the living wasn’t what he was picking up. From then on his father made him train as a medium but wasn’t happy with him in that regard either given how Jonas seemed unwilling to make pacts with ghosts in order to control them. He much preferred doing seances to send them on rather than tying them to him.

While his older siblings seemed to get praise easily, Jonas only ever heard words of discouragement and disappointment from his father, he never could match up to the image of what a Ballard should be. This did end up taking a toll on his self esteem but Lil made it better. She and his mother always seemed to have his back even if the rest of the family didn’t. Jonas was never very far from Lil since he was little. It was nice always having someone he could sign with and didn’t have to talk to to communicate. Lil also acted as a buffer between him and the people who might treat him poorly due to his disability. Oftentimes she was the barrier between him and his father’s tirades when his mother was out of the house and they weren’t at the bakery with her. Lil always had the courage Jonas desired.

Despite being able to face ghosts fearlessly, he never could stand up to his dad but that just meant he had even more of a reason to join his mother in the bakery. June’s bakery was his little safe haven. It was ghost proof and far from his father most days. While his other siblings were off training how to deal with ghosts, Jonas spent most of his time with his mom learning how to bake bread, cakes and cookies among other things. June used it as an opportunity to practice signing and lip reading with Jonas, encouraging him to talk even if he was worried it would come out weird. She never judged and did her best to make sure he would always be able to communicate with the world around him. When Lil came to him the night of their graduation ceremony asking him to leave, Jonas made sure to tell his mother they were leaving. He couldn’t bear the thought of her worrying.

At the age of seventeen, Lil and Jonas left Wicked’s Rest to roam the country. Jonas was never sure of the reason why, but he never hesitated when Lil asked him to go with her. There wasn’t much keeping him in the town. His boyfriend had broken up with him and his father was getting worse with his words so while he would miss his mom and his friends the benefits of getting away outweighed any sort of benefit staying offered. For ten years the twins traveled outside the city, Jonas made sure to paint little postcards and send them back to his mother each time they went somewhere new so she would be able to track them. It was nice, Jonas grew in power now that he was away from the constant negative feedback on his techniques. A week before their return the twins ran into a barghest. Jonas made a pact with her once it seemed like she was staying, naming her Blue after the color her eyes changed to due to the pact. Still the misfortune hit when Lil received the call that their parents had disappeared. They returned to Wicked’s Rest only to find that their siblings had also vanished. Now Jonas runs the bakery with Lil while trying to find out what took their family and if it's coming for them next.

Character Facts:

Personality: Absentminded, cautious, easily discouraged, kind of a doormat, good-natured

Jonas often uses baking as a way to express himself, from making apology baskets to baking little heart cookies for his crush in high school, when words fail him his baking never does.

Loves painting and does it as a hobby, mostly paints landscapes but also does people he’s fond of. He only ever did one painting of his father which has now since been marred with a red line going across the painting that Jonas did when he was frustrated with his father at a young age. He regrets it.

Talks out loud to people who don’t know how to sign but his words always sound a bit off. It’s taken years of practice for him to talk in a way that isn’t completely slurred and he still tries to practice a bit each day to keep how he sounds as clear as possible.

When it’s daylight out Blue hides in his shadow always giving him a shadow even in dark places. She is fiercely protective of her young master and will use her height and strength to deter anyone from harming him.

Sometimes the voices get too much, when this happens he tends to cling to Lil and the store where it’s quiet or quieter. If he becomes completely overwhelmed he tends to shut down and just sleep until the activity fades.

[hungry-tum-stuff]

Thank you for responding! I suppose you wouldn't mind indulging in a few more questions regarding your characters, I love them and find them interesting, both from a kinky and design standpoint! 1) What are their favourite foods? How much do they allow themselves to indulge? 2) Has there been any moments where characters are flustered by the other's belly or tummies in general? After knowing each other for a while, have they grown to being more comfortable with more personal stuff? 3) How do they deal with a particularly prolonged session of being starved or stuffed, either alone or with somebody else? 4) Let us know, do you have any specific fantasies that you like to imagine with your characters, OC or otherwise? 5) If you had to pick one, and there are no repercussions, which character do you want to see in real life? What might you wanna do with them? 6) Can I give belly rubs to your characters? :3

Haven’t checked my asks in awhile, but I’m gonna tackle this one!

1. What are their favorite foods? And how much do they allow themselves to indulge?

🦊 - Azeban likes things with a lot of different and interesting textures, and for a long time that was just meat. But once he’s introduced to regular food it’s all over. He’s found he likes stew the best, it does a great job of filling his belly and it can be prepared with so many different ingredients! He will take any chance he can get to stuff himself to the gills if he’s presented with a pot of stew.

🖋️ - Cecil has pretty high standards when it comes to food. He’s partial to any kind of shellfish though: Scallops, clams, shrimp, he loves seafood! He hardly ever gets to indulge in such a luxury anymore, but even if he got the chance he probably wouldn’t stuff himself the same way Azeban would. He’d eat until he’s content, even if he really wants to eat more.

🧶 - Lumen’s favorite food is tricky. Obviously there’s only one thing they can really indulge in until they’re full, but they’ve found that they adore Jonah’s baking. Cookies, muffins, cakes, they’re just such a welcome change of pace from meat. They indulge in Jonah’s cooking every chance they get <3

🥧 - Jonah loves starchy, carb-rich foods. He can’t resist anything with bread or potatoes. And he certainly isn’t one to hold back when it comes to sitting down and enjoying a meal: if he’s sitting down to eat he’s going to eat.

2. There’s less getting flustered by someone else’s belly but instead getting flustered by their own tummies. Cecil gets incredibly embarrassed whenever his stomach speaks up, he thinks the noises are impolite and that’s not helped by the fact that Azeban has very sensitive ears. Thankfully Azeban doesn’t care much about politeness. Lumen is also quite embarrassed by the noises their tummy makes, only because they’re so loud. Azeban and Jonah could care less about the noises their bellies make, they just continually worry about their friends getting enough to eat.

3. How do they deal with a particularly long session of being starved or stuffed, either alone or with someone else?

🦊 - Azeban does not handle being hungry very well. Despite having to hunt and forage for every meal, his appetite is big enough that going hungry for more than a day really saps his energy. It heightens his senses and makes him hunt better of course, but that doesn’t make the ache in his gut feel any better until he actually catches something. He is perfectly content being stuffed however, it is not often that he gets to experience a truly full tummy and he relishes every moment when he gets the chance.

🖋️ - Similarly to Azeban, Cecil is awful at dealing with hunger. He’s not used to going hungry for any prolonged periods of time, and he finds that he mentally and physically shuts down when he’s starved. He also gets pretty whiny. He’s not any better when it comes to being stuffed though, he hates the sensation of being too full that it makes him nauseous, so if he’s full for a prolonged period of time, he will also not be enjoying it :(

🧶 - Lumen, of course, is used to prolonged stretches of starvation. That’s just everyday life for them. That doesn’t mean they like it though, and they absolutely hate the exhaustion that comes with the starvation. But unfortunately, being full doesn’t bring much respite either, because when they give in and ‘eat their fill,’ they only feel guilty.

🥧 - Jonah used to be able to handle going hungry. He didn’t grow up with much, and starvation isn’t a new feeling to him. Now that he’s older and more spoiled however, he finds that it’s much harder to miss a meal and not get grumpy. As a result, he also really enjoys the feeling of being full. Being overstuffed is no big deal to him, because he knows he can just sleep it off until work in the morning <3

4. See my writing masterpost :3 That’s pretty much in line with my fantasies for these guys

5. Azeban, just so I can give him a big ‘ol hug and tell him I’m sorry for all the tragedy I’ve inflicted upon him 🥺

6. Absolutely! They definitely need it <3

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The King And His Red Knight    

Part 14

Parts 1-7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Warning: Jason’s damn MOUTH

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"So." Dick stared at the wall of his clean apartment from the couch they had migrated to. 

Danny had been rather serious about his 'The Undead 101' class and Jason wondered if Sam had forced him to make it after his, quite frankly, fucking abysmal attempts at winging it with Jason.

Sam had most certainly made the slide show presentation. Danny would have used far more color, and questionable fonts, had he been given artistic liberty. 

"Ghosts. Are real." Dick said slowly, eyes almost glazed as he stared at the wall. 

He was taking it better than Jason thought he would. He was also probably waiting to be alone until he had a full on meltdown. Bruce had taught them that. Never show anyone your emotions, that's the Bat way.

"Yes. We covered that on the first slide." Danny nodded and pressed a button on the remote, the image on the TV changing to the first slide.

'So You Or A Loved One Has Died And Either You Or They Didn’t Have The Grace To Stay Down, And Now It's Everyone's Problem.' Was the title. Under it was a smaller title saying, 'By Now You've Probably Figured Out Ghosts Are Real. If You Haven't Please See A Doctor Because You May Have Brain Damage That Is Affecting Your Critical Thinking.' When Jason first saw it he'd had to bite his fist to stop from laughing. 

Leave it to Sam to make a slide show that was both informative and insulting. He was definitely taking notes. 

"And there is a whole parallel universe connected to ours called the Infinite Realms, where every known and unknown afterlife resides plus a whole bunch of other things. And if our world or that one is destroyed everything basically implodes?" Dick continued despite his obvious shock, the deeply ingrained training to get all the facts, and triple check them, showing through. 

"Yes, correct." Danny flipped the slide show to a collage of pictures taken in the Infinite Realms. 

There were pictures of a younger Danny, all scrawny, gangly limbs, a blindingly bright smile and eyes full of hope and happiness. There were even more pictures taken in the past two an a half years. Some of just Jason, but majority pictures of Jason and Danny, with a healthy amount of the entire gang.

Jason could see a picture of him and Danny laughing on top of Frostbites shoulders in the Far Frozen. Jason and Dani riding Fright Knight's steed through Hell while a pack of demons chased them. Sam, Tucker, Danny and Jason on a picnic in the Summer Lands. Jazz smacking Danny when he tried to drink mead in Valhalla while Jason was in the background comparing swords with the valkyries. Sam chatting with Persephone and Pandora while Hades played a board game with Danny, Jason and Tucker while Cujo and Cerberus played tug of war.

It showed off a lot of the different parts of the Infinite Realms, but mostly it showed their spook over the years. Growing closer, growing up. Jason had an inkling that Sam might have made this slide show specifically for the people from Jason's old life. 

Whether it was to rub the fact that Jason had been happy, really truly happy, away from them in their faces. Or to reassure them, Jason wasn't sure. He supposed Sam left it up to the person to decide how they'd take it. 

"Jason," Dick murmured the word softly as he looked at the pictures, pain and regret so clear in his eyes Jason didn't even need to feel the emotions he was radiating to see it. 

Jason shifted uncomfortably in his seat and Danny pressed into his side, comforting cold radiating from him. Jason had the urge to cook something. Bake a cake, or cookies. Anything other than deal with the pain he felt from Dick, knowing he was the cause of it.

Jason didn't regret staying away. Didn't regret a single day of the past two and half years. He knew if he hadn't taken the time, if he had come back sooner, it would've ended in disaster. Death, blood, screams and so so much regret.

But he did regret the pain Dick went through, was still going through now. Sometimes, even the best choice had consequences. You just had to make the best one you could, and hope you survived the aftermath.

Dick hadn't been the best brother. Fuck he hadn't been a brother at all at first. But that didn't mean he deserved to be hurt. Jason understood now what it felt like to be replaced by Bruce as soon as you were gone. How easy it was to resent the new kid, rather than the real culprit. 

He got why Dick hadn't been present or really accepted him at first. But Dick had tried, and was still trying. And that meant something. It meant a lot.

"You look so... happy Jay," Dick finally said, still not looking at Jason but at the pictures. Eyes greedily taking in every one of them, as if he could imprint them in his mind. As if by burning them into his memories he could make up for the years he'd lost.

"I was, I am." Jason forced the words out past the lump in his throat. 

He didn't tell Dick that the past two and half years were some of the best of his entire life. That the only memories that trumped them was his first day as Robin, and the first time he saved someone. 

But every other favorite memory? It was in the Infinite Realms, surrounded by a family of chaotic odds and ends that were more than a little bizarre, and almost entirely dead, but so loving. So accepting and open and honest about how they felt that Jason had struggled to even accept they were all real. 

"I... I wish I'd gotten to see you grow up." Dick finally tore his eyes off the pictures to look at Jason. It wasn't the pain, or the regret that robbed him of air, it was the clear and all consuming love he could see in Dick's eyes. 

That had been something Jason had hoped for when he first met Dick. Something he'd craved when Dick had disregarded him. Something he'd only just gotten to experience before the Joker and his crowbar ripped it away from him. And seeing it now made Jason feel like he was 15 years old again, finally getting his older brother, finally being acknowledged, seen and loved by his idol. 

"We have more pictures! And videos too!" Danny chimed in, breaking the moment as he whipped out a phone. Jason felt a sense of foreboding he'd only ever gotten when Alfred pulled out his photo albums to show off. 

"I took a lot and of course Jazz wanted to document every moment she could, so she has even more. And Tucker likes to sneak in cameras for blackmail material." Danny chattered happily as he scrolled through his phone, giving Dick a chance to wipe the tears off of face and for Jason to clear his throat. 

"Jazz is your older sister, right?" Dick asked Danny, who paused and pulled up a picture of a grinning Danny and Jazz.

"Yup! She's two years older than me." Danny explained as Dick took in the picture and looked at the still displayed collage of images on the TV, placing her. 

Jason might not have seen Dick for three years but he knew that small glimmer of interest in his eyes. Knowing Dick's relationship history he shouldn't have been surprised that seeing a tall, strong, red headed woman caught Dick's attention. 

Jason had the very unique experience of suddenly wanting to tease his older brother. And simultaneously point a gun at him and threaten great bodily harm if Dick so much as looked in Jazz's direction. 

In his preferred manner of handling any instance of confused emotions. Jason chose to ignore it entirely and shoved it in a box he kicked into a closet in his mind. 

Shut up Jazz. He wasn't bottling his emotions up instead of processing them. He was prioritizing. There was a fucking difference. 

"Ah hah!" Danny proudly proclaimed as he turned his phone to the side and presented Dick with a black screen, a play button on it letting them know it was a video. 

"Danny I swear to Fright Knight if that's a video of me from the first few months we're going to find out how many bullet holes you can heal before you die again," Jason growled. 

Danny blinked large wintery blue eyes at him for a moment before a Cheshire grin spread across his lips. 

"Gotta hit me first birdy," Danny taunted, utterly unafraid of the green tinted glare Jason was leveling on him. 

Dick, well used to handling bickering teens and young adults thanks to his time with the Titans, ignored the banter and pressed the screen of the phone curiously. Almost immediately Jason could hear the muffled giggles of Danny as the phone camera panned around, showing off random shots of the castle interior.

"You live in a castle?" Dick asked, voice both pouty and amazed.

"Currently no, we live i-" Danny started but trailed off when Jason shook his head. He didn't want Dick to know where they lived just yet, didn't want him leading Bruce right to them. Purposefully or accidentally. 

"Somewhere. But yeah, that's uh my castle in the Zone. Its. A ghost thing?" Danny finished weakly, Dick tore his eyes from the screen long enough to pierce both boys with a suspicious look but didn't press. Jason would be checking them over for trackers after they left, however. 

"Oh, look at this!" Danny's voice came over the phone, a hissed whisper as he phased himself and the phone through a wall into what had been Jason's.... fifth? Room? Maybe sixth, he wasn't sure. He went through so many in the early days. 

The camera got a good shot of Jason cursing, one leg firmly stuck in his bed, his other foot half in the floor. Jason groaned and hid his face in his hands, not able to escape the sounds of rising shouts on the phone, nor the sound of wood breaking and fabric ripping. He'd been so frustrated, and overwhelmed at the more intense emotions, that he'd destroyed the bed until only splinters remained. He could hear both video Danny and real Danny laughing at it.

"Ah, that was what. Your tenth bed that month, Jason?" Danny asked as on the video Jason discovered be was being recorded and turned all his frustrated rage on a cackling Danny. 

"Twelfth. The tenth got destroyed after a nightmare. It was before Nocturn more or less moved in because Clockwork got so sick of us asking for Time Outs to nap and strong-armed him into babysitting duty." Jason responded through his fingers. 

"Mmm right. Nocturn almost hung us both up by our ankles when we kept refusing to sleep and hid in the dungeons for a week to avoid him." Danny snapped his fingers as he remembered. 

"Wait. What happened to number eleven?" Danny asked, Dick was still quiet. Suspiciously so.

"Head got stuck. I panicked. You came in when you heard me screaming and also fucking panicked because you weren't sure I'd be able to breathe and tore the bed in half." Jason explained with a sigh as he finally removed his head from his hands. 

"....What happened to beds one to nine?" Dick asked softly. 

When Jason looked at his brother his tan skin had taken a lighter hue, understanding now in his eyes. Danny had obviously meant the video to be  a fun showcase of Jason fumbling through his new powers. 

It wasn't anything concerning to them. Or even an outstanding display of powers. Intangibility and superhuman strength were so normal for ghosts it was pedestrian. But for Dick, who had only ever known Jason as human. Breakable, killable, weak human, it was startling to see exactly how much he had changed. 

To see in a simple video that Jason and Danny saw as funny, or embarrassing, and see it put so obviously how under prepared and equipped he, or anyone of Jason's human family, would've been to handle it. 

The only ones in Dick's life who might have been able to help Jason out, safely, without risking serious harm to themselves, would've been one of the supes. Maybe Wonder Woman or Martian Manhunter could've helped. But it wouldn't have changed the fact that once he came back from the dead, Jason wouldn’t have been able to come home.

"Mmmm, various different things. Intangibility is an ability all ghosts have. Same with empathy, pathokinesis, and flight. But it's by far one of the hardest to get under control for a new ghost or halfa. So Jason got stuck in furniture a lot, and because ghosts feel emotions far more strongly than humans, he tended to get frustrated and destroy whatever he was trapped in." Danny shrugged, scrolling through countless videos and pictures of the early days. 

Most of them showing Jason stuck in a variety of different ways, some simple, some so embarrassing Jason was tempted to take the thrice damned phone and crush it in his fucking hands. For what little good it would do. He knew Danny had backups on backups. He was a younger sibling, and knew the worth of good blackmail.

It would make him feel better at least, and Jazz was always saying he should embrace self care. Well self care currently felt a lot like taking Danny's fucking phone and stomping it into smithereens and lighting the remains on fire. 

"You break this phone Jaybird and you have to buy me a new one, and get me a milkshake." Danny didn't even look up from his phone to issue the warning, feeling it in the emotions Jason was letting out.

"Then delete those damn pictures, asswipe." Jason growled but his hand stopped inching towards Danny's phone. 

He did not want to walk into any shop that sold milkshakes and give them the abomination that was Danny's order. He'd need to change his name, find a good plastic surgeon and make a new life somewhere far away. Like Mars. 

"You delete the pictures and videos you have of me then, Jay." Danny gave him a devious smirk, his fangs just peeking out to press into his bottom lip. 

Jason's hand almost unconsciously went to protect his phone, and the thousands of blackmail pictures and videos he had saved on it. 

And if some pictures and videos were in there not for blackmail, but because he caught Danny sleeping in random places, curled up like a cat and the very sight of it always set Jason's core to purring, waves of warmth flooding him? Or videos of Danny when he was in his 'King Phantom' role, and it never failed to fill Jason's veins with fire and electricity? 

Well. No one had to know. And if they got ahold of his phone, then they'd lose fingers and hands before he let them see it. 

"Over my undead ass," Jason huffed, Danny chuckling and shaking his phone almost tauntingly at Jason.

"Then no deal, oh dear bird of mine." Danny cooed and Jason purposefully ignored the small thrill the words sent through his core and currently beating heart. Not beating for much longer if Danny insisted on sneaking careless endearments into his sentences.

Dick's head was swinging around, eyes wide and filled with simmering mischief as he watched them banter like a spectator at a tennis match. 

"I know where you sleep douchecanoe." Jason threatened.

"Giving me more incentive to not sleep? Jazz is going to be very upset with you, Jaydove." Danny taunted, lips stretching further to reveal more of his razor sharp fangs, eyes sparkling with mirth. 

There was a heating tension in the air that always preceded him and Danny getting into a fight thinly disguised as 'training' but was little more than them working off whatever friction and chained emotions they were dealing with. It was easier to fight than to admit to whatever it was that had been growing between them.

"Snitches get stitches, Casper. If Jazz is going to be mad, might as well make it a damn good reason." Jason's right hand dropped to his gun, Elizabeth, suggestively. 

Dick, channeling whatever self preservation instincts he had left, which as a vigilante were predictably few, slid from his position on the couch between the two halfas with all the graceful fluidity of an acrobat and took a seat on his now cleared chair. It had been the origin point of Mt. Doom, finally given freedom and the chance to see sunlight again in who knew how many years now that all the clothes weighing it down were placed in sensible locations. Like Dick's motherfucking closet.

"Uh. If you two are going to fight, please don't do it in my apartment. It's finally clean." Dick entreated, but he was smiling, a real, almost happy smile, and his eyes had light in them. Jason would destroy and clean a thousand apartments if he could keep that look on his brother's face.

"Yeah we know dumbass, we cleaned it." Jason rolled his eyes, shoulder relaxing slightly and legs unbending from where they'd been prepared to spring. 

He kept his hand on his gun though. Danny fought dirty. Really dirty, in a way that made Jason almost believe he'd been raised in Crime Alley where kids learned fast the only thing that mattered was getting out alive. Danny would, and had, spring a surprise attack on Jason the second his guard lowered.

"Wait. You two...?" Dick trailed off, looking around with wide eyes as he finally realized why his apartment was clean. 

In the whole emotional affair of realizing Jason was alive, sort of, and not a grief created hallucination, and then the slide show, it had never come up that Jason and Danny had deep cleaned Dick's apartment with the efficiency and skill of a professional team of criminal cleaners. 

"Yeah we did. Dude, Nightwing, Dick, my man, my friend, my once upon a time idol, my brother in spandex," Danny turned his attention to Dick, leaning forward with an earnestness on his face that Dick wasn't experienced enough in Danny's brand of dramatics to be wary of yet, "are you secretly a supervillain attempting to conquer the world with sentient mold?" Danny asked with all the blunt honesty of a small child approaching a stranger in a grocery store to ask them why their cart was filled with only ice cream. 

"I-what?!" Dick choked out, thrown off by both the question and the manner in which Danny asked it. Jason coughed to disguise a laugh, feeling the amusement rolling off Danny in waves. 

"It's okay if you are, we'll accept you no matter what you choose to be. But we really might want to workshop your methods. Mold just isn't a good look, y'know? I've come to realize after several harrowing and near death experiences in the past few hours that it might be horrifyingly effective, but do you really want to be known as Mold Man?" Danny kept his sincere expression and tone, somehow shifting subtly towards the realm of concerned close friend staging an intervention. 

"What is happening?!" Dick muttered, looking at Jason with a face that screamed 'help me'. 

"The ghost of uncleaned apartments past is coming back to haunt you." Jason said matter of factly, losing the battle to keep his laughter inside when Dick's face transformed into one of the deepest betrayal. 

Danny was holding onto his act with his fingernails, but Jason could feel the thick amusement clouding the air, feeding his own raucous laughter as he struggled to get in a breath, eventually failing at that and delving into silent laughter. 

"But if you're really set on using mold as your method of world domination, I suppose we can help you. We can work something out in the lab instead of you using your living room as a makeshift illegal lab. It just isn't safe for you to keep your experiments so close to your food. Trust me, you do not want animated food attacking you first thing in the morning." Danny continued speaking, voice rising to be heard over Jason, who had collapsed half off the couch, head buried in the cushions to try to contain himself. 

"Am I still dreaming? This has to be a dream, right?" Dick was asking the air now, and Jason tried to raise his head, only to catch Danny's eyes and fall back into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. 

"All you need is one feral hotdog biting you when you're reaching for milk and you'll begin to rethink your entire life, Dick. It's just not a good idea to experiment where you sleep or eat. So if Mold Man is just who you have to be, let's make sure you're the most successful mold based supervillain around and don't end up suffocated in the night by vengeful experiments. I wou-" Danny's words cut off suddenly at the same time as Jason shot to his feet, all traces of mirth gone. 

Twin exhales were heard, the air in front of them fogging as cold slipped from their cores out of their mouths.

"Motherfucking Gotham, and its Ancient's damned tissue paper thin veil between the fucking worlds. Not even one day. One day!" Danny started ranting as he shoved himself off the couch.

Annoyance poured off of him like freezing rain as he marched towards the windows, eyes scanning the skyline for whatever ghost had made the grave mistake of leaving the Zone to invade Gotham or Blüdhaven. 

"I swear if it's fucking Skulker chasing after us because he can't go three days without seeing you Jason, I'm going to throw his suit into a fucking wood chipper!" Danny grumbled as he threw his hands into the air. 

Jason ignored the warm thrill of hearing Danny get worked up. It was never more clear than when Danny was upset how much of an impact Jason had on him. When he was mad Danny would put even Jason to shame with his cursing, a habit he'd very specifically picked up only after he had met Jason. 

Jazz had been less than impressed.

"You think it's one of your rogues?" Jason asked, ignoring Dick who had reacted as any hero would to seeing them suddenly shift gears. He was alert and watching, waiting for more information and pulling a spare escrima stick from inside the chair he was on. 

"It better fucking be. If it's a ghost I don't know they're going to have a bad fucking afterlife coming into territory I've already claimed." Danny growled, eyes a burning, toxic green. 

Jason could feel the annoyance turning into possessive anger. He'd had it explained to him before, what a haunt was, what it meant to a ghost. Intruding on another ghost's haunt was not only disrespectful, it was dangerous. A ghost would react viciously to trespassers, preferring to shoot first, and never ask questions later. You stepped into another ghost's haunt, you were quite clearly asking for a fight. 

"Need me to-?" Jason started, feeling his own eyes bleed to bright green. 

He could feel his own anger at the thought of another ghost he didn't know daring to tread in his Gotham. It was slowly seeping through his blood, his fire core turning the anger to flames that raged in his chest. 

"No. I'll handle it. If it's someone I know I'll send em back to the Mausoleum to chill for a bit. If it's an Observant I'll handle whatever new bullshit they want to demand I deal with right this very second," Dannt shook his head, lips twisting into a feral smile that was all teeth, "and if I don't know them, then they're going to fucking wish they never met me, and be grateful for the reprieve soup time gives them." Danny finished, pulling a thermos, he never had managed to get a better design, out of thin air. 

"Are you sure?" Jason asked, hand snaking out to grab onto Danny's wrist, almost entirely circling it. 

There was a not insignificant part of him that rebelled and thrashed at the very thought of Danny going out to fight an unknown potential enemy alone. 

Jason wasn't sure if it was just him, being worried for Danny, his friend. Or if it was the Red Knight worrying for his King.

Jason wasn't sure it mattered. 

He just knew he didn't feel comfortable with Danny fighting alone. No matter how many times he'd seen Danny in a fight, or how many times Danny had flipped him onto his ass or decisively ended one of their fights. 

Danny was strong, Jason knew that. But it didn't mean he was invulnerable. 

"It's fine, Jaybird. Stay with your brother, talk. I'll handle this and be back before you even notice. Promise." Danny tamped down on his anger, his smile shifting from something sharp to something soft and warm as he pushed a wave of comforting emotions at Jason.

Safe/Strong/Capable/ICanHandleThis/I'llBeFine/Protect/Safe 

Jason still wasn't comfortable with the thought of letting Danny go alone but he let out a long breath as Danny pressed closer to him, Jason's hand slipping down slightly to tangle their fingers together for a moment as Danny squeezed his hand tight. 

"You've got thirty minutes before I come after your ass. If I have to find you I'm not going to discriminate with who I shoot at." Jason warned, finally smiling when Danny huffed out a light laugh. 

"Oh no, the big scary Red Hood is going to shoot me if I'm late. I'm quaking in my converse." Danny muttered, soft enough for Dick to not hear unless he had suddenly acquired superhuman senses. 

Based on the way he'd slept through them cleaning his entire apartment, Jason highly doubted that. 

"Damn right your should be afraid. Now go before whoever it is terrorizes the not so innocent citizens of Gotham," Jason pulled his hand away, ignoring how his skin somehow felt colder without Danny's icy touch. 

"Aye aye captain," Danny saluted, stepping back until his back was flush with the window, looking at Dick.

"I'll be back in a bit, got a ghost problem to handle. Don't die. Dont kill each other. Tootles." Danny gave a half feral smile at a confused Dick before he fell backward, through the window and wall, and vanished. 

"Wha-How did he? Where did he? What the fuck?!" Dick scrambled up from his chair, rushing to the window as Jason smoothly stepped aside. 

Dick pressed his hands and face against the glass, trying to find Danny, who had long since departed. Jason had seen the flash of white light even if Danny had gone invisible, and knew the speeds Danny could hit. 

"Ghost shit." Jason shrugged, walking back to the couch, rubbing his hand where he could feel the phantom sensation of calloused, cold fingers against his own. 

His core was a relentless pulse in his chest that ached like a sore muscle the longer Danny was gone, was potentially in danger. 

"Did he take a thermos with him? I saw a thermos before he Leroy Jenkins himself out of my window," Dick demanded, opening said window to poke his head out and look around.  

"That was a thermos, yes." Jason nodded as Dick, with a slight pout, closed the window, giving it one last suspicious glare, as if the window itself was the reason behind Danny's sudden supernatural departure, and turned back towards Jason.

There was a moment where Dick was clearly debating with himself about where to sit. Next to Jason, now that the threat of being in the middle of a brawl was gone, or in the chair? Get close to his brother, or give him space? 

Ultimately, and unsurprisingly to Jason who knew exactly how clingy Dick could be once he opened his heart to someone, Dick chose the couch. Jason was glad he did, even if he'd never openly admit it to his brother.

He'd missed Dick, the way he'd miss a limb. And feeling his brother next to him, a warm, strong presence that reminded him of late nights spent on roof tops, gorging themselves on fast food Alfred would have a conniption over. Of dark alleys filled with criminals and a brother at his back ready to cover his blind spots. Of a strong arm wrapping around too small shoulders and pulling him in close when they'd seen things no child should ever have to see, but a Robin had to see. Had to stop. 

"So." Dick fiddled with his escrima stick, flipping and spinning it in a display of nervousness Jason knew he was only comfortable showing because they were alone.

"You and Danny, how long have you two been together?" Dick asked, tilting his head slightly so Jason could see the smirk on his face and the teasing light in his eyes. 

"Well. Two and a half years, since he's the one that dragged me from my coffin." Jason was purposefully misunderstanding the question, and responding with faked innocence that would never fool Dick 'I Invented The Innocent Act' Grayson. 

"Little Wing, I might not have been the best brother when you were around. And it might have been three years since we've seen each other, but a blind, deaf and comatose man would notice the romantic tension between you two." Dick grabbed his escrima stick from the air to point it threateningly at Jason, inches from his nose. 

"Try not to turn that on around Danny." Jason, in his humble opinion, smoothly transitioned away from the topic of his and Danny's relationship status. Or lack thereof. 

"Why?" Dick asked, distracted by the blunt command.

"He has two reactions to open electricity. He's either hypnotized like a cat with a laser pointer or terrified and there's never a guarantee which it will be." Jason batted the escrima stick away from his face and held up a hand, a small flame appearing on his pointer finger. 

Dick sucked in a harsh breath as his eyes widened. This was the first open display of supernatural ability Jason had shown around Dick. 

"For me, I'm closer to being a pyromaniac. I have a fire core, it comes with the territory. But things like," Jason grimaced, feeling his eyes shift to green, "clowns and crowbars will set me off. Electricity does the same for Danny." Jason shrugged as the fire danced across his finger tips for a moment before vanishing.

Dick looked from his hand to his face, eyes narrowing slightly as that detective brain worked to put together the clues Jason had given him. Finally his eyes widened, mouth falling slightly open and sapphire eyes filled with a deep sadness as he understood what Jason had not said. 

Danny died by electricity. 

Jason could see other details coming together in Dick's head. The lichtenberg scars on Danny's hand, wrist and neck. The scars that Dick didn't know traveled up Danny's arm, curled over his shoulder, back and chest before stopping at his heart. But Jason knew, had seen them so many times now he hardly noticed them. But Dick was putting together the cause, adding it undoubtedly to the file in his head he was compiling for Danny.

"Anything else?" Dick asked as he looked down at his escrima stick. 

His face was set in sadness, regarding a weapon he used to protect people and seeing something capable of causing harm to someone who didn't deserve it. Of causing fear, which perhaps hurt worse. Nightwing was a symbol of hope, not fear. 

"No. Nothing you'll come across organically, anyway. Just don't ask about his parents." Jason sighed, not able to keep the anger entirely out of his voice at the mere thought of the Fentons. 

If he saw them even his King's decree wouldn't stop him from putting so many bullets in them even God wouldn't recognize them. Any God. 

"Obviously. No one becomes a hero because they have good parents. Hero teams are essentially clubs for overpowered traumatized kids." Dick joked, trying to inject levity into a suddenly too somber atmosphere. 

"Like group therapy, but with weapons." Jason indulged him, gratified to see Dick's smile become more stable. 

"Speaking of parents," Jason started, eyes glued to Dick's face, which had gone unreadable in a moment. 

"Don't tell Bruce I'm back." Jason didn't phrase it as a request, it was an order. 

Dick stared at him for a long moment, searching his face. 

"Do you know how I found out you died, Jason?" Dick asked, voice serious. 

Jason took in a deep, steadying breath. This was the part he'd never spent much time thinking about. The direct aftermath of his death, the effect it had had.

"I was halfway across the universe at the time. When I came back you were, you were gone." Dick's voice was choking up but he pushed on, "You were buried by the time I was back. I didn't even know. Bruce never called. He didn't know I was on a mission, but he never called, or left a message. Hell he didn't even send me an email. He's better at telling his board members there's been a drop in stock prices than he was at telling me my own brother died." Dick's head dropped, hands finding their way into his hair again as his escrima stick fell to the ground, rolling under the couch as if hiding from the pure agony and anger in Dick's voice.

"I found out from a kid in the Titans, Danny. Ironic, huh?" Dick barked out a bitter laugh void of any real humor, the sound a knife to Jason's core.

He hadn't known. Hadn't even considered the idea that Bruce wouldn't even tell Dick he'd died. How could he? How could he even imagine that? He knew Bruce was... not the best father. But to go so far as to not even tell Dick that he had died? What could excuse that? What reason could there have ever been that would even begin to justify that?

"So Jay, I'm the last person you need to ask that. Fuck, you don't even need to ask. I never planned to tell Bruce you're back. Hell, keep him in the dark for weeks, months, years. I won't blame you, and I'll keep your secret." Dick raised his head just enough for Jason to see his eyes, the tears and pain in them. The anger, directed not at him but at Bruce. The man they had both seen as a father, who had done his best to make himself unworthy of the title.

Funny thing, that. Even in the depths of Dick's eyes, beneath the hurt and the anger, Jason could still see the stubborn love that sat entrenched in Dick. The same stubborn love Jason knew he harbored in his own heart. Love for Bruce, despite all he'd done. 

They both still loved Bruce, for all his failings. But it didn't mean they had to be nice to him. Didn't mean he didn't deserve a taste of his own medicine. 

Jason stared at Dick for a beat before he sighed as he opened his arms. It was a truly great inconvenience for him but he could handle being turned once more into the ghostly equivalent of an emotional support teddy bear. Dick didn't hesitate to fling himself at Jason, his hands finally leaving his hair to grip onto the leather jacket Jason wore.

"You got so big," Dick muttered, almost petulantly, into Jason's shoulder. 

"I drank a lot of milk." Jason deadpanned, earning a watery snort from Dick.

"How does any of this even work? How did dying give you the biggest growth spurt on this planet?" Dick asked, voice warbling slightly. 

Jason blindly fumbled for the remote until his hands finally smacked into the plastic. Pressing a few buttons he got the slideshow still on the TV to the screen that said 'Ectoplasm, Tasty Treat Or Radioactive Sludge? (It's vegan!)'.

"Ghost goo." Jason grunted out, bouncing Dick's head with his shoulder until his older brother reluctantly turned his face so he could see the TV again. Jason tried to not focus on Dick's red, swollen eyes. He couldn't take much more guilt.

"That can't be healthy." Dick scrunched his nose in distaste at the informative slide, listing all the health benefits of ectoplasm for ghosts. And why it was necessary for any ghost, or growing halfa, to consume it. 

It also had warnings littered all over it of the dangers of a normal, non-liminal, human coming into contact or prolonged exposure with it. The next slide had recipes for using it in food, and how to prevent said food from becoming sentient. Jason had wondered why Sam wanted copies of his cookbook he was writing. 

If Dick spent enough time around Jason and Danny, eventually he'd become liminal too. Jason didn't radiate as much ectoplasm as Danny did, but it was still enough to gradually contaminate any living being around him over the years. If Dick was around him and Danny. And if Danny got his ghost portal up and running soon, Dick would start seeing the effects in months. 

There was a warning about that on the slide too. 'Warning: Staying in close contact with ghosts or halfas (yes, you Danny, you radioactive asshole) will gradually give you ghost cooties, also known as ecto-contamination. See slide 23, subsection C for details of the effects of ecto-contamimation and becoming liminal.' Dick didn't seem to care, though Jason knew he had read the line. 

Jason...couldn't find it in himself to be upset by that. There were no known bad side effects to being liminal. Besides perhaps becoming more Obsessive over certain things, and the United States government declaring you a non-sentient entity. But liminals were stronger, faster, healed faster, aged slower, had better senses. Being liminal, to whatever degree, would mean Dick would be safer. 

And guaranteed to come back as a ghost when he died.

"Tastes good, if a bit spicy and citrusy." Jason hummed as he pulled put his own, normal thermos, and opened it to display the glowing green sludge inside of it. 

Dick finally pulled away from Jason in order to distance himself from the pure ectoplasm.

"Gross. That really can't be safe-Jason! Don't drink it!" Dick squawked as Jason put the thermos to his lips and took a swig. A small rush of energy filled him as the pure ectoplasm rushed through his body. 

"It's fine, Dickhead. It's like coffee, but healthy." Jason batted away Dick's scrambling hands as he capped the thermos. 

"I'm going to be sick. That is just nasty." Dick clamped a hand over his mouth, cheeks puffed out dramatically. Jason stared at him for a long moment before looking pointedly around his apartment.

"So ghost slime is too much, but an army of sentient mold on top of rotting food you can handle?" Jason finally asked. Dick removed his hand and blew the air out of his cheeks in a raspberry, glaring playfully at Jason.

"I didn't try to eat the obviously poisonous stuff found in my apartment. You just slurped down that radioactive goo like it was a smoothie!" Dick defended himself.

"I could take it like a shot if that makes you feel any better."

'It most definitely would not make me feel better."

"Then I can't fucking help you."

"Aren't you too young to drink anyway?"

"Rich coming from you, I remember the parties in Titans Tower," Jason was grinning as he and Dick fell into a familiar banter. 

It was similar to how it was with Danny, but different. There was far less supercharged air between him and Dick. Instead of unsaid words and confessions there was a tentative, hopeful bond being rebuilt word by word, second by second. They had barely been brothers before, but now they had a chance to really be that. They knew what it was like to lose each other, and could appreciate the depth of the feelings they'd ignored before. 

Jason had hardly dared hope Dick would even care that he was back. But he was finally accepting that Dick hadn't only missed him, he still wanted him in his life. Even if Robin had been replaced, maybe Jason hadn't been.

Speaking of.

"So. We gonna talk about the traffic light colored elephant in the room?" Jason leaned back into the couch, arms spreading over the top. 

He still wasn't sure how he felt about his little replacement. He'd hated him. At first. But it was after he'd torn a several mile wide trench through a realm that he realized his anger wasn't at the young kid dressed in spandex and a neon yellow cape that was no better than a target for criminals to point their guns at. He was, and always had been, mad at Bruce.

He should've been the last child soldier picked up from the depths of Gotham and shoved into pixie boots. Should've been the last kid asked to risk his life for the Mission. The last casualty of Bruce's never ending war against the darkness that threaded through Gotham like a poisonous spider web. 

Now the only thing he felt for the latest Robin model was a deep, almost all consuming need to protect. To whisk the kid away from a life of broken bones, bullet wounds and an early grave. To give him a life, a family, where he was loved, and protected and safe. Because Dick was right, no kid from a normal home would willingly get into crime fighting. 

Dick didn't know that, even if he had copped the fact Jason was not so subtly pumping him for info. Tucker had done a damned good job of keeping track of the youngest Robin, but none of them knew his identity. 

Bruce had no recent child acquisitions, so the kid still had a living family. Not a good one, if he was able to get out every night to risk his life playing Russian Roulette with Rogues and the worst humanity had to offer. Or vanish for weeks or months with the Titans.

And what did that say about Bruce? That it was clear to Jason, who didn't even know this kid, that something was obviously wrong with his home life. That Bruce was just... letting it happen. Ignoring it as best Jason could tell. 

"We-I didn't mean t-" Dick started, guessing that Jason was upset. 

Not incorrect, but drawing the wrong conclusion as a result of not having enough information. Had this been right after the discovery, Dick would've been right.

"I'm not mad at him, Dickiebird. Put down your big brother claws, I ain't gonna hurt the little bird." Jason waved off Dick's obvious concern and he watched his older brother deflate visibly, relief thick in the air. 

"I wanna know what my little brother is like." Jason tilted his head slightly and Dick brightened before grimacing. There was something there for sure. 

"Well, Bruce hasn't adopted him-" Dick started and Jason snorted.

"Like that matters. Any kid in those fucking colors is our brother, end of story." Jason said it decisively, brooking no argument. Guilt flashed across Dick eyes for a moment as he looked away.

"Yeah. Yeah you're right. He's one of us," Dick sighed, leaning forward, "he's with the Titans right now. They love him, especially Conner and Cassie." Dick tilted his head, messy hair swinging wildly as he smiled softly.

"He's smart. Smarter than either of us ever were. Probably as smart as Bruce, cuter, though. You know he found out our secret identities when he was nine? He was the little kid with the camera we'd see around." Dick settled into talking about the newest Robin with ease, pride shining through in his words and eyes. 

Jason narrowed his eyes, brows furrowing as he tried to place the kid. Dick had told him about a little boy with a camera he'd see on patrol now and again. They could never prove he was there most nights, but they always suspected. Whenever they'd try to confront him, he'd vanish, so they just tried to make the shots he got good ones, if they couldn't keep him away.

"He's a good kid. Gets lost in his head a lot. And definitely drinks more caffeine than is healthy for any normal human." Dick grimaced and rolled his eyes with a long suffering sigh.

"He...adored you, Jason," Dick said softly, eyes dropping to his hands, "still does. He swings between being convinced he's the best Robin there ever was, and being worried he won't live up to you." Dick finished with another sigh, this one far heavier. 

Jason sucked in a sharp breath, a bittersweet warmth filling him. He was no stranger to hero worship, not with how he'd idolized Dick and Bruce for a long time. But he'd never thought he'd be on the other end of it. Never thought someone would look at him and think 'That's a hero I want to be like'. 

"So if you meet him. Let him know he didn't let you down? He needs to hear it. I don't... Bruce didn't pick him, he more or less made it a non-negotiable thing. It's obvious he doesn't think he belongs. Hearing from his hero that he does, it might help." Dick was bordering the edges of begging as he looked at Jason, as he advocated for a boy he so obviously saw as a little brother.

What Dick was saying was changing some preconceived notions Jason had. He'd assumed Bruce had plucked up another child and shoved him into a uniform. 

The fact that it was being hinted at that Robin 3.0 had shoehorned himself into his position... it surprisingly didn't change anything. Bruce was the adult in the situation, there were always other options, other choices than putting a child on the front lines of a war.

If little baby bird just had to be included, there were other positions he could've taken. Support positions that wouldn't put him in danger. 

"Yeah... yeah, okay. I can do that." Jason nodded, contemplative. He could also try to talk baby Robin out of throwing himself in harms way. 

The life of a hero only ever ended one way, and Jason didn't know if he could take losing a brother he hadn't even gotten to meet.

"So what's the little tykes name?" Jason asked. Dick blinked at him for a moment before an evil grin spread across his face.

"Oh ho, so the great Jason Todd hasn't figured out the newest Robin's identity?" Dick teased and Jason groaned, rolling his eyes. 

"Yeah our resident hacker hasn't even been able to get anything. Little shit is good at covering his tracks," Jason grumbled, but his lips were tugging up in a proud smile. 

"Well, since he figured out our identities all on his own I think it's only fair that you have to figure it out on your own too." Dick crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back on the couch with a smug smile. 

"Really, Dick?" Jason asked, more frustrated with the fact he'd ruined his own chances of learning the smallest bird's identity by directly asking instead of waiting for Dick to slip his name into conversation.

Lesson number one of being a younger sibling. Never let your brother know they had something you wanted. How could he forget?

"What kind of big brother would I be if I just solved all your problems for you? It'll be good for you, build character and all that nice stuff." Dick was quite obviously loving knowing something Jason did not. 

Perhaps a first of the day, since Jason and Danny had spent the entire time since Dick had woken up steadily destroying his world view. 

"I hate you, Dickface," Jason grumbled.

"Nah, you love me," Dick grinned, there was a touch of insecurity edging his smile but when Jason smirked and shook his head Dick's smile gained strength. 

"Who loves who?" Danny's voice proceeded him as he regained visibility, phasing through the ceiling. Dick cursed, jumping slightly on the couch. 

"No one loves anyone." Jason snorted as Danny finished emerging from the ceiling. 

His clothes were fine, but Jason could see healing scratches on his skin from whatever fight he'd been in. Jason pushed down the over protective rage that wanted to rear its ugly head. 

Worried/Gone/Danger/Safe?/Safe?/Worried/Annoyed 

Safe/Fine/Fun/Familiar/Friend/Game/Greeting/Safe/Safe

Jason sighed in relief as he stood and grabbed onto Danny's hand, yanking the floating Ghost King closer to him and manhandling him onto the couch. From his pockets he pulled out first aid supplies and started methodically cleaning the healing wounds he could see.

Claw marks, so no Skulker. He used guns, and Jason didn't see a lot of burn marks from those. Or bullet holes either. There were some energy burns, light, but those were likely from ectoblasts, and it would be difficult to know who produced them. 

Danny wasn't shaking and had come back quickly, so no one with an electricity core. Technus and Vlad were out. No singed hair, so no fire cores either. So not Ember, even if she had been healed enough already to leave the Zone, it was unlikely she'd want to see the human realm for a long time. That nixed Fright Knight too. 

Not Clockwork, he wouldn't have made Danny chase him. He'd have just shown up. Possibly Wulf, he enjoyed popping in for a fun fight. But he would've gone looking for Jason immediately after. Frostbite wouldn't have fought Danny, and if he did there would've been broken bones from blunt force trauma. No plant matter, so not Undergrowth. 

"Jayyy I'm fine," Danny whined as Jason titled his hands back and forth, dabbing disinfectant on cuts and scrapes, earning hisses from Danny. He didn't pull away, though they both knew he could easily free himself. 

"Ouch. Jaybird, I'll heal just fine," Danny pouted as Jason started applying ointment and bandages, ignoring Danny's words entirely as he rolled up Danny's sleeves and started working on the injuries hidden by clothing. 

"You're not entirely immune to infection, no matter how almost dead you might be fucknugget," Jason chided as he continued his ministrations. 

"See what I have to live with? His hero name should've been Chicken with the way he mother hens," Danny turned his head to look at Dick, who was watching with ill hidden delight. 

Jason shot his brother a warning glare to keep his opinions on Jason's feelings for Danny to his damn self. 

If Jason had romantic feelings for Danny, he sure as shit wasn't going to confess via estranged brother in the apartment he and Danny had spent the entire morning cleaning. He'd do it somewhere fucking romantic. Like a picnic on the moon, so Danny could see the stars. With food handmade by Jason, all of Danny's favorites.

No. Jason had not planned such a thing. That would imply he intended to do it. Which also implied he did in fact have feelings, which he did not. Shut up Dick.

Jason moved on to dealing with the injuries to Danny's face, grabbing him by the chin in a firm but gentle hold as he started cleaning a cut on Danny's cheek that would've necessitated stitches on a human. 

No food stuck on Danny, so not the Lunch Lady. And Danny was too chipper for it to have been Boxy. Johnny and Kitty would've followed him to find Jason, so they were out. Though the scratches would've been in line with Kitty's fighting style. 

Danny was also too happy and full of energy, so not Spectra. Pandora wouldn't have fought him, just grabbed his ear and dragged him off. Dora would've looked for Sam first and Jason hadn't heard nearly enough screaming that would accompany the appearance of a dragon. 

"Nocturn?" Jason asked finally. It made sense. 

If Fright Knight could be considered an almost fatherly mentor figure to Jason, then Nocturn would be Danny's equivalent. 

It had happened after Clockwork made him more or less babysit Jason and Danny to ensure they got some rest. At first Nocturn had been... distant if not rude to Danny. Most of their previous interactions being fights and then council meetings which left them in an odd state of not enemies but not exactly friends either. 

But all it had taken was Danny exclaiming over a constellation on Nocturn's form for the two to begin to develop a bond forged through a similar love of the cosmos. 

After that Nocturn had officially taken up a permanent residence in the Ghost King's castle. Allegedly to ensure the king got enough rest. Which he did do. But in reality it was so he could talk stars with Danny for days on end. 

He was also not a bad hand at state craft, from his time on the council and as an Ancient. His support and tutelage, woven through talks of galaxies and stars light-years away, had done more to teach Danny how to rule than years of lessons with Dora. 

He was also perhaps an even worse mother hen than Jazz. Constantly fussing over any wounds on Danny, and keeping a strict eye on Danny's sleeping habits. 

Jason got some of it but it was clear Danny was always Nocturn's first priority. Jason was fine with that, he had ample older ghosts watching over him. Danny on the other hand had far fewer. 

Sure, he had plenty he readily called friends, but many ghosts never forgot Danny was their king. And as such would hesitate or even refrain from speaking up or against him. Ancients forbid they chastised him. 

Nocturn was the only older ghost who was around Danny often in the last two years. And able and willing to tell his king when it was time to go to sleep, or when a decision was unbelievably stupid. The others who could or would do that had their own Realms or duties to deal with. 

He was also perhaps the only one who could convince, read: annoy, Clockwork into opening a portal to Gotham. And would do it just to find Danny.

"Yeah, he was worried about me so he said he wanted to come by. I sent him to the Mausoleum to chill. Lucky thing we have so many extra bedrooms, cause I don't think he'll be leaving soon," Danny sighed dramatically as Jason finally released his face.

"He was supposed to stay back and," Danny's eyes slid to Dick for a moment, "manage things for me. He told me Clockwork stepped up to handle it until the portal's done." Danny shrugged and Jason just gave him an unimpressed stare. 

He had no idea what made Danny think Nocturn wouldn't come running after Danny when he hadn't seen him in over forty eight hours. It was no small miracle he hadn't come sooner. It'd probably taken him that long to wear down Clockwork.

"Do you two live in a Mausoleum? Is that a ghost thing?" Dick muttered, voice somewhere between horrified and awed. 

Danny and Jason locked eyes, amusement billowing out of them until they couldn't hold it anymore and they burst into laughter.

"Okay. Okay, Sam was right. That name is killer." Danny cackled. 

"Wait, wait, wait. Was that a pun?" Dick asked, perking up as his eyes shone with the unholy glee of one punny individual finding another.

And Jason knew he'd never know peace again in his afterlife.

"Dead on furry boy," Danny winked, using finger guns while Jason was stuck somewhere between laughing his ass off and wanting to melt through the floor from second-hand embarrassment. 

"Well, I'm not sure if Jason told you this but I'm a bit of a comedi-hen myself," Dick puffed himself up, a grin on his face and Jason was leaning ever closer to melting through the floor. 

His personal hell was most definitely being caught in the middle of a pun battle between his brother and Danny.

"He may have mentioned that you have a spectre-cular sense of humor," Danny grinned back.

"I said his jokes could kill the dead," Jason piped up.

"That was just fowl, Jason," Dick gasped, clutching at his throat as if he had pearls to grab.

"Un-boo-lievably mean," Danny agreed as Jason groaned loudly.

"Please, someone shoot me so I don't have to deal with you shits." Jason begged almost hoping Desiree was around to hear his wish. 

"Oh no, looks like someone's being a boore," Dick cooed at Jason, who grabbed his gun with every intention of shooting Dick to make the fucking puns stop.

He hadn't even killed anyone. What the fuck had he done to deserve this torment?

"He just has a clucking terrible sense of humor," Danny cackled as he effortlessly removed the gun from Jason's grip and set it to the side. 

"I will leave. I swear to fuck." Jason threatened, rising from the couch. 

"Don't be such a booser," Dick taunted, Jason turned and reached for Dick's throat. 

"Don't be mad. I just spook the truth!" Dick laughed as he jumped up and used the couch as a springboard to flip away, out of range of Jason's hands. 

"Dick, I think this is going to be the beginning of a bootiful friendship," Danny egged on his partner in crime, cackling when Jason turned to him, phasing through the couch to escape. 

"Why are you two like this? Why can't you just be normal?" Jason demanded, only realizing after the words were out of his mouth what he'd done. 

Fuck.

Danny's lips spread in a devious smirk before he opened his mouth and let out a shriek.

"I hate you. I hate you so fucking much you assmonkey," Jason growled, throwing his hands up in the air in anger. 

Danny switched his expression on a dime, icy blue eyes widening, tears filling them as his lip trembled.

"You hate me?" Danny warbled and Jason, despite being perfectly aware that this was a bit, couldn't help himself from trying to comfort Danny. 

"Jason! I can't believe you're being so mean to my ghost," Dick, never one to miss a chance for a good dramatic bit, grabbed Danny and pulled him into a hug. Danny played it up, letting off small sniffles and cries, interspersed with forlorn chirps.

"Shit. Danny, I-" Jason fumbled his words, stepping closer.

Conern/Worry/Sorry/Sorry/Care/Concern/Fix/IFix?/Fix/Concern/Help

Jason pushed the emotions, not noticing when soft, worried chirps fell from his lips. Why would he? It was simply a facet of ghost language to use chirps and trills suffused with emotions to talk.

"Wait. Little Wing. Did you just chirp? Like a bird?" Dick demanded, delight and something usually only seen directed at baby animals coloring his voice. Jason froze in place, one hand outstretched, reaching for Danny.

Fuck.

He'd need to change his name. He wasn't sure there was a plastic surgeon good enough, but he'd find one. Maybe he could ask Constantine, surely the drunkard would have magic that could entirely change Jason's appearance. He'd need to leave the country. No. The planet. Probably the entire solar system. 

He could totally be a space pirate. Or maybe get into one of the Lantern Corps. Yeah. He could do that. Maybe the Green ones would take him. He had a lot of willpower. Or the Red ones? He had rage to spare. Maybe even Black? He was already dead. He'd figure it out on the way.

Danny raised his head slightly and let off another set of chirps, mixed with little trills and. Ancients damn it. Jason responded in kind on instinct. 

Amusement/Glee/Hilarious/Tricked/Victory/Happy/Happy/Smug

Danny finally dropped his act, the biggest shit eating grin Jason had ever seen spreading across his face. 

Jason was going to shoot it off of him. Right. Fucking. Now.

"Three seconds to run asswipe." Jason growled as he pulled a gun out, Jane, and clicked the safety off. Danny's lips fell into an O before he phased out of Dick's arms.

"One."

"So nice to meet you Dick! Seance you later. Don't want to undead all our hard work. After all when it comes to Jay, anything ghosts. We'll keep you ghosted. Looks like I'm about to get some exorcise." Danny rapid fired puns like he'd been saving them up for this moment as he flew towards a window.

"Two."

"Looks like I'll be facing some grave consequences. Be sure to phone a fiend if you're ever in need. We'll be testing my fight or fright response." Danny grinned devilishly as he started phasing through the wall.

"Wait! You're leaving? How can I contact you?" Dick demanded, an edge of panic to his voice as Jason strode through the living room, picking up the gun Danny had set aside, blazing green eyes locked on his king, as unwavering as the gun he was pointing.

"Check your phone! Our numbers are already there! Don't ghost us, we should chill sometime!" Danny called out, only his head left in the apartment. 

"Three."

"Oh sheet!" Danny vanished, and Jason only took a moment to nod at his brother before he barreled at the wall, phasing through it and turning invisible in the same moment as a flash of white light covered him. 

He could hear Danny's delighted laughter in the air as he took off.

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The King and his Red Knight

DPxDC crossover fic

Part 1

Really sorry to everyone who suffered through the fact that I didn't know about the existence of readmore. I can't fix the thread now but the individual posts are better? Sorry I have like a very rough idea of how this site works 😭

Check the: The King and his Red Knight tag to find all the parts

"Go here, Danny. Go then, Danny. Go to a random cemetery in the middle of the night for no reason, Danny." A voice grumbled, accompanied by the sound of sneakers rhythmically tapping stone.

Danny Fenton, currently Phantom, sat on a gravestone, his white hair a beacon in the dark night. There were no stars in the sky for him to gaze upon, their light hidden behind swaths of smog and neon lights playing off the gray clouds.

Clockwork had dumped him here, with no explanation for why. Not that he ever really explained much when he sent Danny off on his tasks. He supposed he should be grateful, at least he was in the same when rather than being transported a thousand years into the past.

"Wait here King Phantom. You will understand in time." Danny mimicked his mentor's voice as he let himself float off the grave he'd been dumped on after Clockwork shoved him out of a portal. His body floated higher until he could flip around, his legs crossing. He sat upside down, his chin in his palm as he glared petulantly at the assembled gravestones surrounding him, his toxic green eyes glowing.

"So far all I've seen is a concerning amount of ecotplasm for a city without a ghost portal and some blob ghosts! How long am I supposed to wait here?" Danny asked the air, and the aforementioned blob ghosts who were hanging off his body, soaking in the ambient ecotoplasm he radiated at all times now.

Neither provided him with an answer to his question and Danny let out a frustrated groan as he lowered his still flipped body to look once more on the gravestone he'd been tasked with waiting on.

Jason Todd, the name read. The dates, too close together, made something in Danny squeeze painfully. He'd been young, barely older than Danny when he stepped into the portal. Only for this teenager there had been no ectoplasm to bind to his dying body and repair the damage of death and force him back into a semblance of life.

"Who were you and why did Clockwork send me to you?" Danny asked the gravestone, one clawed finger tracing the words before he pulled back with a sigh when the gravestone gave him no explanation. The dead didn't always speak, not even to their king.

Turning his body Danny looked over the rest of the cemetery. It was empty, as most usually were this time of night, of the living. There were a few shades wandering around, circling closer to him, drawn by his presence. No full ghosts though, but oddly enough there rarely were in cemeteries. This was where the dead came to rest. To remember, if they wanted to. Cemeteries were sacred spaces to the dead, much as a temple or a church would be for the living who were religious. Ghosts who still clung to life, to their obsessions, did not frequent cemeteries, did not dare trespass and disturb those who had already found their peace.

Danny himself was an oddity. He had never shied from cemeteries, enjoying the peace he found in them, the guarantee of safety offered. And perhaps, he mourned that he himself would never have a gravestone for the living to place their flowers and their tears at. Who would make a grave for someone who was both alive and dead? There would never be a body to bury for him. His human half would continue to live on so long as his ghost core remained and could fuel it.

Maybe that was why he found peace in cemeteries, for all his whining that Clockwork had dumped him here. Cemeteries were for the living and the dead, one of the only places both existed in harmony naturally. For someone who was as much dead as he was alive such a place held a certain degree of belonging for him.

Danny straightened out in the air, letting his body lie above the grave as he folded his arms behind his head and looked up at the covered sky. He complained and whined about this task, but he was secretly glad that Clockwork had given him something to do. Even if it was just 'hang out in a random cemetary'.

Ever since he'd graduated high-school, revealed himself to his parents and discovered how deep prejudice and hate could run, and he'd run away to the Infinite Realms for sanctuary while his friends moved forward with their lives, he'd felt unmoored. A ghost with no haunt. Bored was too light a word for the gaping emptiness he felt in his chest, for the loneliness clawing at him. Clockwork, Wulf, Pandora they could help chip at the ache inside of him but not banish it. Not now that his family, his friends, were spread so far apart and so distant from him.

Not that he resented their choices, their distance, in fact he'd fought for them to do just that, to get out of Amity Park, to go to college, to become more than overworked teen superheroes. Still he missed them, even if he could visit them whenever he wanted. It was becoming clear as time moved forward that the world they belonged to and the one he did were two different things.

Danny Fenton couldn't go to college when his parents had declared him dead. Danny Fenton didn't exist as far as the government was concerned. Danny Phantom couldn't return to Amity when those same parents were waiting to capture him and tear him apart 'molecule by molecule'. Danny Phantom couldn't go back when the GIW were crawling over the town like ants.

So neither Danny Fenton or Danny Phantom returned to Amity after that day. And he made sure they couldnt follow him when he ensured the portal that took his life to function never opened again. He didn't need the portal any longer to get in and out of the Infinite Realms, and it was safer for the ghosts, his subjects, if the temptation of the Fenton portal was gone.

The world of the living was not yet ready to accept that the dead didn't always stay dead. And Danny would keep his people safe until they were.

Danny jolted from his lazing state of reverie when a pulse of emotion rocked through him, the strength of it stealing his breath if he had any to take.

Fear/Trapped/Dark/Fear/Help/HELP pounded into him and Danny frantically flipped around, head swiveling, poisonous green eyes wide as he triedf to locate the source. The emotions, the plea for help, burned his core, his Obsession screamed at him.

Help/SomeonePlease/Dark/Trapped/CANTBREATHE/HELP another wave of messages, of emotions pushed themselves at Danny and this time underneath the onslaught he could hear a rhythmic thudding. Danny looked down, horror filling him when he realized the thudding was coming from under the ground. From the grave he'd been hovering over for an hour now.

Danny flew down, sending back a wave of I'mHere/HelpIsComing/I'mComing to the boy trapped in his own coffin, feeling the intense wave of relief and hope sent back before he dived into the earth as if it wasn't there. Danny paused for a moment when he passed the thick wooden coffin, seeing a boy in the dark with wide, panicked blue eyes and fingers tipped with shredded nails and fresh blood.

"Hey, I'm going to get you out of here, okay?" Danny told the boy, keeping his voice gentle, soft. The boy jolted, fixating on the only source of light, Danny's growing green eyes. Danny hoped his smile came off as calming instead of 'freaky AF' as Tucker liked to call it. He grabbed the boy, Jason, as carefully as he could and then let his intangibility wash over the terrified teen as he lifted them both out of the coffin.

When they emerged from the coffin and the ground Danny set the teen down, leaning him against the gravestone, his own gravestone, and pulled back a bit. The boy was gasping in air as if the fetid, polluted air was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.

Danny tilted his head as he watched the boy ground himself. Now that the emotions were leveling out and his Obsession was purring in contentment rather than growling in a frenzy, Danny could feel something off about the boy.

Disregarding the fact that he'd just come back from the dead, of course. But that wasn't the oddest thing Danny had seen in his afterlife. No the boy felt... not like a normal, living human. Not even like an Amity Park resident, who all felt more than slightly liminal. No this boy, this Jason Todd, felt closer to liminal than even Jazz, Tucker or Sam, who were three of the most liminal humans Danny had ever been around.

Jason felt almost...like a ghost. But not. Danny could feel the tickle in his throat that proceeded his ghost sense but the tell-tale mist never emerged. It was as if Jason was...like him. But Danny couldn't sense a core either. Even halfas had cores.

"Who are you?" Jason spoke, breaking Danny from his thoughts and examination. Jason was looking at him with a mix of gratitude and suspicion. Which, fair. Danny had just pulled him from his own coffin and there were so many questions that could stem from all of this, disregarding all the weirdness that was just Danny himself.

"I'm Danny, Danny Phantom. Or just Phantom. I go by either. And you're Jason, right?" Danny asked, smiling at the teen and oops, yeah that was definitely his scary smile based on the slight flinch there. It wasn't his fault his teeth were too sharp now and his lips split a bit too wide.

"How did you know that?" Jason asked, blue eyes narrowing. Danny nodded at the gravestone the boy was leaning against with a raised brow. Jason turned and almost toppled over from the movement. Danny frowned as the boy caught himself on his gravestone. His skin was still pale, too pale, and as Danny watched Jason swayed again.

"Shit. You're fading. You didn't form a core and your body isn't stabilizing." Danny cursed, moving towards the boy who scrambled back, only to be stopped by his grave.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jason asked, hands fisting as he tried to rise only to fall back to the ground when his legs refused to hold his weight.

"Saving your life. The dead aren't supposed to come back. There's always a price to pay, a balance that is struck. Currently, as you are, if I don't get enough ectoplasm in you to form your core, you'll fade and turn into a brain-dead husk." Danny told Jason, tone stern and no nonsense as he grabbed him. Jason made an effort to break free, but it was weak, and even at full strength, he wouldn’t have been able to break Danny's hold. Few in this realm could.

If they had the time, Danny would've approached this situation in a far different manner, but this close he could hear Jason's heartbeat, a weak flutter in his chest, skipping beats as it tried to fuel a body that was past saving. Jason didn't have the time for Danny to approach this gently and kindly, to coax trust out of the teen like he would a feral cat.

Jason had minutes left before his ectoplasm starved body consumed itself trying to make a core and failed because while wherever they were had more ambient ectoplasm than most places, it was far from enough to sustain the birth of a halfa. Maybe if Jason had stayed dead for another year, he'd have naturally formed a core and risen as a proper ghost. But that wasn't what happened, somehow he'd gathered enough to fix his body of whatever wounds or illness had put him in that coffin to begin with and come back to 'life' but without a core to sustain his body he'd be dead, again, in minutes. And Danny was not about to watch while a teenager, another teenager, died.

"How do I know I can trust you?" Jason hissed as Danny pushed his arms down and laid his clawed hands on Jason's chest.

"You don't. But you don't have another choice." Danny said with a shrug. "Now are you going to let me save your life or not?" Danny asked, not moving his hands. He'd save Jason either way but this would be easier if Jason worked with him.

"Fine." Jason spat and Danny smirked as his hands began to glow a toxic green that matched his eyes.

Ectoplasm pooled out of his hands and rushed into Jason, filling him until the boy glowed bright enough to rival the neon lights of the city around them. The green light flared around him like an aura, slowly shrinking but getting impossibly brighter as the glow centralized around his chest until a small glowing ball of green, like a trapped star, blazed from his chest.

Jason gasped, back arching as Danny pulled his hands away and the light vanished under Jason's skin. For a moment Jason's blue eyes burned green and his hair flashed snow white before returning to black, with one single lock of unearthly white left above his forehead. Jason collapsed back against his grave, chest heaving. Danny watched, eyes full of a sad understanding.

"What the fuck was that?" Jason panted out.

"Welcome to the world of the half alive, half dead." Danny said with a smile. "Want to get a burger and talk about it?" He asked, standing up and dusting off his hands.

"Make it a chili dog and you've got a deal."

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Fixed some typos added some lines

Maybe I'll continue this AU. Maybe not. This scene was in my head for days and I wanted to share

[drfeelgreed]

" what's better than serving up smiles? " | for christopher <3

"That depends on the person. It's strange, but you know not everyone likes being served up smiles that straightforwardly. Actually, if I did it, people would probably scream and run away!" That fact probably has more to do with his appearance than the personal preferences of those people, but he doesn't acknowledge the possibility that he might have been at fault out loud. "Maybe try serving them up a nice piping hot tray of biscuits, if they like biscuits."

Speaking from the perspective of someone who's clearly been baking recently, Christopher grins jovially and carries on. "There's plenty of other things, too! Cookies, cake, good old-fashioned bread of any and all kinds, maybe some crackers on a platter with cheese---but you won't be able to make cheese nearly as easily. Crackers... Well, those aren't easy either. If they're a sadistic sort of person who loves blood and violence, try flowers! There's nothing more brutal and emblematic of the destructive tendencies found in animals than a bouquet of flowers! Beauty in destruction is still beauty to some people. And smiles are just smiles. Anyone can smile and pretend it means something. See, look; I'll smile for you right now!"

Impossibly, his already-huge grin widens further.

spongebob. / accepting.

[chuurotonin]

pulling up one from the archives for the first time and just because the tag #diary is somehow useful because it's one of the tags in my pinned post above this :D this gets lengthy and at some cases, personal so i will be editing some of details on this entry so here it is the first ever #diary post on chuurotonin <3 enjoy reading! i love u!!!

June 23, 2023

i dreamed about [], a boy i went to school with on [] and i want to make out with him. he is cute and what,'s weird about liking him is when we we're once schoolmates, one day, he called me "bakla" which became a derogatory term for me knowing i really liked him back then, it traumatized me because of how i didn't like the sound of the word growing up, it felt violent and unwelcoming. it's way too odd because for months, waiting for graduation to come and sweep us all away into first year high school, that tragic happening made me ignore him for the rest of waiting for the school year to end, a slow hammer pound to the nails punctured in my heart, i acted like he didn't exist. it was awkward as fuck because we had drum and lyre practice together and our line formations are always close to each other. (side note: I hated [] practices and i hated playing []. if there were anything i would take back from the past, it would be 1) That i couldn't eat too much because I was too []. and 2) That i shouldn't have agreed to playing the fuck ass [] in that tired []. I was even surprised we'd win that title on my last school year at that school.

it hurt trying to pretend someone close to your heart doesn't exist not because you want to do that, it's because you are a young boy like him, in the closet, not ready to face the world of queerness, trying to cover up the fact that you like him, by a measure of "too much." i didn't let it consume me, i can't have that, and even if i would, i couldn't admit to him that i liked him :( it's a depressing thought but the past is gone and here is now, who knows i might end up bumping into him someday, fun fact: i've seen him on [] a couple of times when i was a senior year student studying [] and it was mindblowingly surreal seeing him after all the years that has passed. for me, [] is like an otter that needs to be held 24/7, I've never given this much thought or I've never rlly put it into words but I do like him, a lot, and if i was chicken shit to tell the world how i felt back then, i'd have nothing to lose if i was to tell him anyway. He's adorable and i wish we we're still friends. I just wished he didn't call me that word because to be frank, I'd be offended if he'd do it again. but I'll say it to him, i'll ask him first if he remembers me ignoring him and tell him why i did it in the first place. I wonder if he remembers all of that. I remember when he used to wear these blue or brown (?) velcro sandals, i'd stare at them at drum and lyre practice. I hated his sandals, I've always thought flip flops were better than sandals. Infinitely better if it was worn by a boy I liked.

[] never left my mind, but he was in the corner or a speck of thought somewhere here. what shocked me the most dreaming about him is i just "thought" of a different [], the [], cousin of []'s and []'s [], who i think is cute too but my mind just says, shouts and prefers this [] ([].) minutes after of this dream (which i couldn't remember, and i hate the fact that i couldn't...now i'm regretting i didn't write the details of it the moment i woke up.) i thought of looking him up on facebook. apparently, he bakes cookies and cakes and all that pastry and dessert shit. his Matcha cookies looks good, so, i really don't know if i'll add him and i *might* have to order some from him. the last post from his [] business is from 2021 though so i don't see a reason for me to order. but i can see a reason for me to shoot him a friend request, hit him up and confess my feelings to him after months of hanging out or whatever. i guess we'll have to find out the next time I will pull up the Notes app and start typing again like a mad bitch whose supposed to be sleeping now because I'm tired from nothing but I'm doing good mentally far from when I was employed at fucking [] house of fake ass fucking FUCK YOU [] A.K.A []rat-looking-motherfucker [] who verbally and psychologically abused me repeatedly.

anyways, this felt like an essay-diary hybrid. so good luck, good life, good love.

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i feel likethe next diary post won't be like this by the way ! if you made it this far, thank you and ilu!!

[petitelepus]

Hello! I saw you’re doing Demon Slayer Match ups and wanted to request one! I’m fine with both the humans and the demons, with NSFW and SFW are also welcome! I would like the normal matches, I’m 21 years old, hope all this information helps

Zodiac: Pisces

Pronouns: She/Her and They/Them

Sexuality: Bisexual Bigender Demiaromantic

Hobbies: Singing, Reading, Playing video games, making Loom band chains, baking cookies, bread, and cakes.

Appearance: I’m a bit more on the chubbier side, 5’4 and have long curly black hair. I usually wear glasses for being near sighted but forget to wear them all the time. I have dark brown eyes and I’m curvy. Have scars around my chest from two reduction surgeries

Personality Traits: Extremely Empathetic, Loyal, Hard headed, Sensitive

Facts about myself: I tend to put others way before myself, to the point I don’t care for myself as much. I have ADHD and Social Anxiety Disorder, with recently diagnosed autism, and I come from a family of Brazilians and Porto Rican’s. I tend to have a soft spot for children and end up being an unintentional babysitter/older sister type. Rhythm games are a big part of my life and Greek mythology is a big thing for me. Turned stress eating to stress baking to try and help with weight loss. I mainly specialize in baking different cookies, but I also make a mean chocolate cake. Sudden loud noises set me off and I tend to carry headphones with me now for music to make me feel better

I match you with Kyojuro Rengoku!

Kyojuro fell for your kindness and how you care for others. You're always thinking of others before yourself, especially young children. This trait of yours is admirable and he doesn't let you think any less of yourself.

Like you said, you are extremely empathic and you value emotional connection above everything else. The Flame Hashira is the same, he wants that deeper level of understanding with his partners.

Kyojuro is an extremely thoughtful person and will take notice of all your disorders, pronounces, and sexualities. If there is something he doesn't know about, he will ask because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. Your happiness and comfort are his main priorities.

Speaking of your comforts, he knows that he can be loud and he tries to control it. When he shouts and sees you flinch, he immediately feels horrible and lowers his voice to whisper how sorry he is, he didn't realize he was that loud.

Kyojuro doesn't mind your scars one bit. Nope, he understands that they are something you couldn't help and he always tells you how your scars tell what you have gone through and how strong you really are. You're truly beautiful to him, no matter what.

He will occasionally remind you to wear your glasses with a small chuckle about how cute you are.

The Hashira is also impressed by your knowledge of Greek mythology and will occasionally ask you to tell him a story about something that you especially like.

The man loves to hear you sing when you think no one is around and your peaceful face is so cute when you are reading something you like.

Kyojuro doesn't really understand rhythm games, but he is a quick learner and with your assistance, he can become a fierce rival to you.

This man lives with your cooking. While you're not necessarily a cook, your baking skills are off the roof!

Whenever he smells something sweet, he knows you are behind it. He will come to see what you are making, but beware because when you turn to get the icing, he will snatch a couple of cookies that were cooling off.

Hide the cake if you know what's best for it!

When in the bedroom, Kyojuro makes sure to kiss every scar and every mark there is and tells you how gorgeous you are. He never, not even once have thought negatively about you and he wants you to see and realize just how beautiful you are to him.

Maybe with time and some luck, you might at one point or another have a child of your own who will be spoiled rotten by mommy and daddy.