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[amazinglyashy]

Sylus is for the ones who want security

Sylus is for the ones whose feet always seem to find the cracks in the pavement, who always seem to stumble over themselves as they try desperately to make something- a name for themselves, a conversation, a new relationship, a stronger existing one, anything- only to fail again and again.

Sylus is for the ones who find themselves holding up their hands as they watch them shake. Why you? Why was everything always on you? Why did you always have to make the effort, the connection, the fake-happy face to appease someone, just so that they might love you?

Sylus is for the ones who truly try, but have longed since reached the breaking point. Don't worry darling. Hide the cracks. If they're hidden, you surely can handle a little bit more disappointment. A little bit more 'being alone' no matter how hard you try. A little bit more on focusing on everyone else's needs while neglecting your own. Why are you breaking? Why are your pieces on the floor? Chin up, darling. It's only for a while longer. How much longer? Well, how much more do you have left to give?

Sylus is for the ones who sit wondering why. Why is there suddenly the foreign feeling of care, of love, of endearment? When everything has been 'nothing' for so long, how are you supposed to cope with 'anything' at all? Much less 'everything'? The stack of bills are paid, the cupboards no longer have ramen, rice, and beans. The texts come frequently, and your phone rings randomly whenever you cross someone's mind. When have you ever crossed someone's mind? And the clothes bought for you fit like a glove.

Sylus is for the ones who have given everything all of their life, who have found themselves desperate for connections that no one wants to make with them, who give their everything in exchange for more anxiety and demands at their expense.

Sylus is for the ones who want security.

[faglegsanji]

ONE PIECE MEN 🥜 HEADCANONS

ft. sanji, zoro, law, usopp

SANJI

sanjis cum is somewhat thin and translucent (due to him jacking off so much)

it comes out in stuttered, 5-8 short quick shots one after another, spraying up to 20cm far

his dick bounces when he cums

ZORO

zoros cum is thick, white and sticky (he only jacks off when he really is worked up)

it comes out in 2-3 loads, too heavy to shoot, just oozing down the base of his dixk

his balls clench and tighten visibly when he cums

LAW

laws cum is translucent but very sticky (jacks off when stressed and in the rare cases he has time)

starts off with strong shots that end in pathetic driplets

his dick gets prominent veins that throb when he cums

USOPP

usopps cum starts out thick and gets thinned out toward the end (he can cum multiple times in a short time)

sprays far, tries to aim for your face/chest/tissue but always misses by a lot (the only time he cannot aim)

this is my first time sharing something like this online please be gentle 🙇

[whatbigotspost]

🏳️‍🌈Question I couldn’t find a good response to when searching…do people still use “family” to refer to their fellow queers? Is this an old thing? Was it ever a widespread thing or was this specific to who I was around? Is it still a widespread thing now, and I just don’t hear it anymore in my circles?

1999-2005, back when I was first becoming exposed to true queer community (as opposed to knowing individual lesbian or gay folks, the only variety of LGBTQAI+ people I had met to that point) everyone would be like, “so-and-so is family.” Stuff like, “hit up that business, the owner is family.” Or “yeah you’d be fine w/ PDA at that bar. It’s not a gay bar but most of the staff is family.” Or we’d like run into a professional acquaintance and their crew at Indy Pride, get all excited and say to our crew later, “that’s Blah Blah from work! I didn’t know they’re family.”

This was all when I lived in Indianapolis. My queer elders back then were a few lesbians (very close friend’s mom and her roommates and friends) who I’ve since lost touch w/ (outside FB) who are like 55-65 now and they said this all. the. time. So it became how me and my young queer friends back then talked, too. But I never hear it now.

I haven’t thought about this in years and it was so endearing and lovely….maybe I’ll bring it back 😂 I had some major life changes since then (moved to Austin in ‘09 and built a new network where I’m now on the older side of the queers I generally hang with) so I don’t know if this is location or generationally influenced (it’s generally safer to talk plainly now vs. then, etc.)

I’m just curious to know if other folks say this or used to say it.

[xochimillilili]

I want a desk pet like nowww, jfc need a cute pet under my desk so sooo badly, just sucking me off, squishing and pawing at my thighs, all while I pet their head and mindlessly praise them as they kneel on their fluffy pet bed. We can take work breaks together, get all my pent up frustration out, and my my cum in their holes

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 75

After being yelled at on the mountain, Jaskier stumbles and tumbles his way down the perilous path down, all the while being half-blinded by his own tears. He makes it to town and decides to wait. Geralt will realize it was all a mistake and come to find him and apologize. It'll take a few days, but Jaskier can wait. He'll play for some coin, and buy himself something nice to distract himself from the heartbreak. It's been four days. Jaskier has a room at an inn, two beds, in case Geralt doesn't want to sleep in the same bed with him like they used to. Jaskier plays every night. Everyone keeps requesting his songs about Geralt, but he redirects them easily enough. The only problem is he ran out of non-Geralt songs after the second day. Even ones that don't mention him, Jaskier can't bring himself to play, because he knows that he wrote them about Geralt. It's been a week. Jaskier has his room at the same inn. He still plays for coin, but he's been forced to play his songs about Geralt, as nobody wants to hear the same songs for a week straight, so he had to diversify. Jaskier is worried Geralt might've gotten hurt. Hopefully with his witcher healing, he'll be here in no time. It's been two weeks. Jaskier has his room at the inn. He's decided to take a break from playing for a bit, lest he get boring for the crowds. He's begun really exploring the town, and he's even met one of his frequent listeners out in town, got his name - Pietr - And was introduced to his wife as "The song guy". It was nice hearing compliments about his work from them both, even if it did remind him of the nights Geralt would talk in-depth about Jaskier's songcycles with him. He misses those nights. He hopes Geralt heals up from whatever injury he must've gotten and gets here soon so they can continue having those. It's been two months. Jaskier has changed to a one-bed room. Geralt is taking forever, he can deal with sharing a bed with Jaskier when he gets here. Jaskier plays every few nights, he has regular listeners now. He's tried writing new songs, but every time he puts quill to parchment, he starts crying. Really wish he'd stop doing that. It's been four months. Jaskier has changed his room again, now in a room with a single small bed, just for one person. It'd be physically impossible to even attempt sharing it with Geralt, unless they laid on top of each other, and even then, Geralt's feet would poke out. Jaskier can only assume Geralt went after Yennefer before him. As always. Jaskier isn't sure why it came as a surprise when he first figured it out. Or why it still hurt enough to make him bawl into a glass of alcohol. He should've known from the beginning. At least he'll be next, he thinks moments before passing out drunk. It's been six months. Jaskier is beginning to worry Geralt may have died. Surely he would've come by now. Jaskier's head still whips around to look at the door every time it opens. He still peeks into every stable and prays he'll see Roach. He still asks the blacksmith if he's done any work with swords recently. One especially mortifying moment was the time he asked a brothel if they had seen Geralt's description, only for the women to all tut sadly and tell him that if he had to look at brothels to try and find his missing husband, he must've not been good enough for Jaskier to begin with. Jaskier leaves without even clearing up the misconception, because it was still a no. Geralt was still not here.

It's been eight months. Jaskier has the same room, but has begun to dwindle in popularity. At least in the "giving money to" department. He thought he could at least expect Pietr, but he ran into him in the market the other day and Pietr had no idea who he was. Jaskier must really be that forgettable, despite all his attempts his whole life to not be. Jaskier must've just overexaggerated what he meant to someone again. Jaskier has scaled the mountain again, all by himself. Either he finds signs of Geralt, dead or alive, or he dies in some rockslide accident and nobody misses him. He finds no signs of Geralt, however. Not a thing. Geralt left the mountain, that was for sure. Jaskier sat on the very same rock, and cried thinking of the very same coast, but this time he was alone. It's been ten months. Jaskier spends his days and nights either drinking or crying. He's only written one new song, one about someone's love dying before they ever get to tell them how they feel. He's never sung it, though. For a performance or in private. He's stopped playing altogether. He has no idea what to do with the rest of his life. As sad and pitiful and pathetic as he thinks himself when he says it, his life was Geralt. Following him for twenty years, writing songs about him, spreading word about him, making a name for himself as "The White Wolf's bard." It's been a year. Jaskier bought himself a small hovel in the village. He'd been there far too long to keep using the inn. He has a small flower garden. He spends most of his time tending it. Jaskier heard a villager say their penpal's village was recently saved by the White Wolf himself, and Jaskier freezes, standing still and gaping at the two women chatting. They begin to realize Jaskier's eavesdropping and move to talk inside their home. Oh. So Geralt lived. He just truly didn't come for Jaskier. Jaskier throws the last song he wrote for Geralt into the fire. Geralt isn't dead. But Geralt probably wishes Jaskier was. Jaskier stays inside his home long enough for his garden to get overrun with weeds and pests. He only leaves his home when one day, there's incessant knocking on his door. He opens it to find Yennefer. Great. She grabs his arm, summons a portal behind her, and shOVES him in. She sits him down in a chair in a kitchen, comments on how terrible he looks, and then leaves upstairs. After a few moments, Yennefer drags Geralt in, even though Geralt is clearly trying his best not to enter the room. Lovely. As if Jaskier didn't already feel like the bane of Geralt's existence. Yennefer finally sits Geralt down, and explains to them that it was just as she thought. They were bespelled. Geralt has been having lapses of memory and odd sudden urges for about a year now. He'd forget people he spoke to, towns he'd go in, and suddenly go off his routes or paths with intense need to go on a detour he could never talk himself out of. Geralt can hardly listen to her, he's just stuck staring at Jaskier with awe. Jaskier's alive. Jaskier's alive. Ever since the mountain, Geralt has been visiting the towns around the mountain, praying to find his bard again, only for everybody in the towns to not have seen anyone meeting his description. It was only two months in that he combed the entire mountain, both hoping and dreading to find Jaskier's body. He found nothing. No signs of his bard. And with nobody ever seeing him enter the village, it's almost as if he just... disappeared. Yennefer explains that anytime Geralt asked someone of Jaskier, the person would forget everything they knew about him. Any time Geralt almost made contact with Jaskier, his mind would suddenly tug him into a new direction. it seems to have been born into existence the day they had their fight on the mountain. Specifically when Geralt asked for life to take Jaskier off his hands.

[nights-flying-fox]

"Come on! It's gonna be fun, trust me. It's been so long since my portals had any issues." He reassured the two older Leos. Despite the looks Null and Captain gave him, Hop kept his confidence. "We'll just go and visit a nice timeline, spend some time enjoying the calm, and then return back to the rest of the fam."

Finally, Captain sighed. "Fine, little star. We'll do it with your portal, but if anything goes wrong, Null's opening the next one."

Null gave him a look, but Hop beamed. "Deal!"

So he opened the portal and gestured for them to walk in. Soon, he followed after them. He had planned to walk into a roof, not to fall-

He quickly looked around. Something was wrong. This place was loud and crowded, and definitely not New York City. Then he saw the banner:

The AU Competition!! He knew this! He had been part of this multidimensional tournament that happened in a pocket dimension. Huh, then at least this time, it wasn't his portal being weird. Good to know. Soon, he noticed how he no longer wore his scarf nor held his katana. Instead, he was wearing a nice starry cape- he could get used to that. But he wasn't sure about the violin bow. Could he even play violin? Eh, he'll figure it out. But now... Where were Null and Captain!?

✒️Hop has entered the @tmntaucompetition !! Can you help him find his pals Null and Captain?

⚔️Null belongs to @noxvee6

👑Captain belongs to @veearrifarrariboom

🎻Hop masterpost here

[torchflies]

Hm… I have a desire to write something sad. I shall return with the sad. 😄

[saetiate]

always thinking about sae who people proclaim to be a genius and how he sees the jarring reality of being in the limelight. how it can give you money and sex and fame and how he feels none of it really means anything, especially when put up against his own goals and ambitions. how deep his ambition truly is, how long he’s held it for

[the-cooler-dirk-strider]

had already decided that in a different au, alpha dave would be a wildlife documentarian on the crew

and in that role, i think Dave actually woulda spotted Dirk first !!

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[amazinglyashy]

Hi hi I just found your blog like an hour ago and I’ve been scrolling and am obsessed with the way you write for the l&ds!! ❤️❤️ if you don’t mind I love a little angst and was wondering if you could write the boys reacting to MC showing up at their doorstep heavily injured from like a fight with a wanderer.

Oh my gosh thank you!!! And I don't mind at all, my friends make fun of me for how much I enjoy hurt/comfort and angst :'D Thank you for the request!

LaDS men react to you appearing on their doorstep, injured and bleeding

Xavier -

If you end up at his door, it's more than likely because your unconscious decided to hit the button for his floor rather than your own. You just wanted to get home, not bother anyone, but he's stood right there. Having just come home from grabbing a late night snack from a nearby convenience store, you stumbled out of the elevator right as he's unlocking his front door.

He drops his keys and his bag.

It's a good thing too, because your legs gave out right then, so it's much better for him to catch you if his arms are free.

He's calling your name, and while you're still conscious, you're not really processing anything anymore. You're in too much shock, and you've lost too much blood by now.

He'll get the door unlocked and rush you inside his apartment, setting you down on his couch as he runs for a first aid kit, calling the association for emergency services while he does so.

"You're going to be okay. I promise. Just continue to breathe, alright?"

Xavier doesn't know if he's saying that to comfort you or himself, but he also isn't stopping to think about it, as he rapidly administers first aid to your wounds to at least slow the bleeding until help can arrive.

It's three in the morning but he's wide awake sitting next to your bed at the hospital, something unnatural for someone so sleep deprived usually.

He can't bring himself to shut his eyes though.

It's not work the risk.

Not until you wake up first.

Zayne -

It's like his brain splits into two the moment that he sees you standing there.

One side is his medical knowledge rushing forward as he moves to catch you as your feet stumble beneath you, trying to impossibly assess the extent of the damage before even getting to see it all. It's the half that's taking you to his kitchen table, because it's the easiest workspace for him right now. The one that's pulling out his doctor's bag from the closet in the hall, and the first aid kit from the cupboard in the kitchen as he cuts your shirt open.

The other side?

Oh honey, his heart is breaking.

If you think there's a day at work where he doesn't pray to any existent or nonexistent god that he doesn't see you today, spread out on a gurney or operating table without warning due to your unconscious state, then you'd be painfully wrong.

It's amazing how well he works while panicking on the inside, his skilled hands patching your wounds after meticulous sterilization, any sutures needed placed perfectly even through your pained groans tugging at his heart.

He knows he needs to get you to the hospital, even though he's taken good care of you in his own home. But he needs to sink to the floor for a minute, his back dragging against the wall as he heaves a deep sigh. It's a heavy toll feeling the stick of the dried blood on his hands- your blood on his hands.

With all his knowledge, he knows you'll be okay. He knows he himself will be okay. But right now-

He's not.

Sylus -

The N109 zone is beyond dangerous, mostly due to the criminals and leeches lurking in the dark shadows, but there's also no shortage of Wanderers, including ones that have been genetically altered to be even worse than they normally were.

So when Sylus sees you stumbling at his doorstep, bloodied hand reaching for the knob as he glances at the camera feed, he's not sure he could say he's ever moved so fast in his life otherwise. "Sweetie-" He breathes, as he catches you, scooping you up and rushing you inside as quickly as he possibly can without aggravating your already extensive injuries.

Luke is already running for first aid, and Kieran is already contacting the doctor. Mephisto is shrieking in the hall as he follows Sylus to his bedroom, protesting the fact that Sylus had needed him for surveillance of a target today instead of watching you.

Sylus knows.

He knows this is his fault.

If he had had someone keeping an eye on you, this wouldn't have happened.

His eyes are glued to your barely conscious form in his arms, the guilt in the recesses of his heart digging deeper with every slather of red that painted your skin.

Sorry to say, you're going to have your work cut out for you when you wake up. It's going to take a lot of heavy lifting on your part to convince him that he's not at fault for what happened to you.

And you will be waking up.

Sylus will make sure of that.

Rafayel -

Don't make his nightmares a reality.

Not again.

He's catching you before you can even begin to sway, and he'll be lucky if he remembers to shut the door behind him, his body melding against yours as he picks you up and runs down to his car.

"No, no no no. You stay awake, cutie."

He's definitely breaking at least a dozen laws just trying to get you to Akso hospital as quickly as he can. His mind is racing as fast as his car is moving down the streets, wondering what could have happened to you, what he should be doing right now, if he should have administered first aid to you before taking off-

But he's there so fast, it would have been nearly identical on the clock regardless of him still choosing to rush you to the hospital, or run to get and administer first aid for you from within his home.

He's there until you wake up- wide awake no matter how long it takes. It could be minutes, hours, days- he can't sleep. The image of you dying before him- the image of you standing on his doorstep as well- etched on the back of his eyelids every time he tried to close his eyes.

He talks to you even when you're not awake, stroking your hand, your cheek, the side of your neck- trying to make sure you're as comfortable as he can make you.

When you wake up again, he has to hold himself back with everything in him from squeezing you too tightly. He doesn't want to burst your stitches or harm you, but his body and arms are all-encompassing on you as he hugs you firmly, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

He really doesn't need you to see him cry.

[faglegsanji]

little amab/afab friendly sanji drabble

chubby reader in mind but for anyone! :)

~

sanji whimpering, begging you to get on top of him and sit on his face despite your worry of crushing him with your weight

his trembling fingers digging into your plush thighs as you position yourself over him, eyes full of adoration and lust fixed on you as he murmurs encouraging words

his tongue driving into you hungrily, lapping at anything you are willing to give him. moaning into your heat as he desperately, unknowingly, starts humping the air

sanji moving his hands to grab at your butt to encourage you to move on your own and ride him, fucking yourself on his tongue

his tongue eagerly massaging your insides as the room gets filled with the sound of breathless moans and the creaking of your bed

sanji coming completely untouched in his trousers as your orgasm has you clenching around him, sending him over the edge with the taste of your release and your weight collapsing fully onto his face, suffocating him in pure bliss

[xochimillilili]

*sighs wistfully* sometimes i think about that post thats like 'knotting puppies is great because they were made to take a knot. knotting bunnies is great because they werent' and it drives me up the WALLL likee . i feel unwell. a poor little thing squirming about, desperate to take it all, because theyre such a good little bunny <3 <3 <3 the only problem with this is i dont know who id rather be in this...

- 🦎

Oh to be both the bunny who feels like a living fleshlight being broken in and made stupid on a huge knot and the feral creature hissing and growling and yipping as it grabs and gropes as it shoves its knot down into whatever sweet prey it could get its claws on <333

Maybe bunnies aren't made for taking knots, but that doesn't exactly mean they can't actually take them

[fbfh]

curiosity is a wonderful thing - ch 5

wc: 2.3k

genre: political thriller (ish), slow burn, best friends to lovers

pairing: audrey x ben, eventual ben x reader

warnings: reader has a high startle response, audrey is the fucking worst, (mostly one sided) tension between audrey and reader

summary: after introducing the isle kids to the school and its history, audrey finds herself losing the fight for ben's attention to you yet again and she's starting to get sick of it.

song recs: rabbit heart - florance and the machine, pacify her - melanie martinez

a/n: fangz to cici (luv u gurl mcr rox) also fangz to the writing gods for letting me complete this in literally one sitting. no idea how i pulled this one out of my ass but I think it turned out good lol. also same optional fit

tags @yesv01 @magcon7280 @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl  @sunshineangel-reads @strawberry-cake1 @dustyinkpages @kiara7777

Ben moves quickly, gesturing behind him at the school. He needs to get things back on track, and move past Audrey’s tactless backhanded insults as quickly as possible. He walks down the path as you, Audrey, and the Isle kids follow him. As usual, you’re a step behind him the whole way. Someone nudges you, and you turn around to see Carlos, extending your now chocolate covered handkerchief toward you. 

“Thanks.” You say quietly, accepting it and looking down to tuck it back into your bag. You fuss with the zipper for a moment as you approach the uniformly shaped hedges in front of the school. In your attempts to get your bag closed back up, you don’t notice yourself veering off the path in the wrong direction until you feel Ben’s hand on your back. You look up at him as he guides you to the right with the rest of the group. 

“This way, bunny.” He says quietly, and you smile, slightly embarrassed at having started to go the wrong way again. You’re both so used to Ben course correcting you like this that you don’t notice it anymore. But Audrey notices. She always does. Before she can grab onto his arm again, he uses it to draw the Isle kids’ attention to the school, leaving her unable to hold onto him. 

“Auradon Prep; originally built over 300 years ago and converted into a high school by my father, when he became king.” 

As Ben talks, it reminds you of your own class’s orientation day at the school a few years ago, led by Ben’s dad. You were so nervous that you must have stayed within two feet of Ben the entire time. He’s come such a long way since then, you both have. You could listen to him speak about the school, about this country, about the dynasties of royal families and the positive changes they’ve made for their people for hours. He sounds so much like his dad, and it fills you with a tender sense of pride. 

He pauses in front of the statue of his dad and you smile, knowing exactly what’s coming. He looks up at the granite likeness of his dad’s familiar face, his powerful stance, and claps twice. In an instant, the stone shifts and morphs, depicting him now in his beast form. A shrill scream pierces the air behind you and you jump at the noise, clutching your pearls as you startle. You both look back as Ben instinctively places his hands on your shoulders. It feels stable and reassuring, and you feel your heartbeat begin to calm down at the contact. Audrey waits to see if Ben plans on comforting her too, but he just looks down at you, making sure you’re alright.

“You okay?” He asks quietly. You nod, and he lets out a soft breath.

“Yeah.” You breathe so quietly anyone else would have missed it. 

Audrey lets out an irritated huff, crossing her arms. After that brief moment of reassurance, you look over at Carlos, who seems to have jumped into Jay’s arms. It’s quiet for a moment as Jay unceremoniously drops Carlos back onto the ground, and Carlos attempts to salvage what’s left of his dignity. Ben chuckles lightly, but not maliciously. Carlos notices this and seems confused that someone is actually laughing with him and not at him. 

“Carlos, it’s okay.” Ben says, “My father wanted his statue to morph from beast to man. To remind us that anything is possible.”

Ben hears you finish the last part of the sentence under your breath with him. You’ve both heard his father say those same words thousands of times, and it brings a sudden smile to his face that takes him a moment to get back under control. Part of you wishes that Belle and Adam were here to see him now, see how well he’s doing, how much he seems like both of them in this moment. You know in your bones that if his parents could see him like this, see how naturally and gracefully he talks about the school and the history of his country, they would be proud beyond words. But you’re here to see it, and that feels like enough. 

Mal looks at the statue, seeming unimpressed.

“Does he shed much?” She asks with a note of snarkiness to her voice.

“Yeah,” Ben deadpans, “Mom won’t let him on the couch.”

His quick response wins a look of approval from Mal, a chuckle from the other Isle kids, and a loud laugh from you - the kind that takes a moment to trail off. Once you’ve caught your breath, you turn to him to keep walking, this time in the correct direction.

“There’s lint rollers hidden all over the palace.” You add through a giggle, making Ben laugh audibly. Audrey seems less impressed by the ice breaking banter, keeping a tight smile plastered on her face and fighting the urge to roll her eyes. 

By the time Ben has brought you all into the foyer of the dorms and explained a little more about the history of the school, Mal is already asking about magic. She seems very curious, but like she doesn’t want to seem like she cares all that much - a defense mechanism, you assume. What people don’t know you care about, they can’t ruin. 

“Like, wands? And things like that?” Mal asks casually. 

“Yeah, it exists of course.” Ben begins, “But it’s pretty much retired. Except for some forms.” He finishes, gesturing to you, knowing you’re much more qualified to answer magic related questions. 

“Right.” You agree, “You see, Wonderland magic is based in nonsense, but here in overland where everything is sense, nonsense doesn’t make nearly as much sense, so it really doesn’t work quite as well - or quite the same way - as it would in a place where things don’t make much of any sense at all…” 

You begin to explain, only catching yourself mid ramble towards the end of your train of thought. You trail off, clearing your throat a little. 

“But that’s really a story for another time.” You finish. You don’t want to overwhelm them with information on their first day, and Wonderland rules (or lack thereof), are confusing to most people on a good day. Besides, none of them are from timeless domains, so anything they would learn about Wonderland could only be theoretical. Realization crosses Mal’s face, and she points to you. 

“So you’d be…”

“Alice’s daughter. Of Wonderland.” You clarify. Ben smiles a little, the way he always does when you introduce yourself like that. He thinks it’s so endearing how you think any Alice other your mom would spring to someone’s mind upon meeting you. 

“That explains the teapot bag…” Evie mutters. Someone chuckles, you’re not sure who, but you find yourself hoping this wraps up somewhat soon. You’re trying so hard to be patient, but you were dragged away from Wonderland so suddenly, and it’s always disorienting for you  like that. Besides, you’ve heard whispers of a nest egg that’s sure to hatch soon, and you’re dying to go back to Wonderland so you can get a look at it, maybe get some pictures. 

“Exactly,” Ben says, turning to you. You’re so grateful that he’s always here to help you navigate awkward moments, like when you don’t notice you’ve been rambling, or make a joke that doesn’t make sense to anyone except him. 

“She knows the most about magic out of anyone at Auradon Prep.” Ben continues, turning to you, “It’s just like you said, bunny. Most of us here are just ordinary mortals.”

Mal scoffs at that for two reasons. Not only did a literal prince just call himself a regular average Joe, but you’re supposed to be the one who knows the most about magic? She doesn’t think so. Not when she’s the one with her mother’s spell book hidden in her bag right now. She doubts you’ll still be the one who knows the most about magic starting pretty damn soon. There’s a new queen in town. 

“Ordinary mortals, who… just happen to be kings and queens.” She says. At the discussion of royal status, Audrey suddenly finds herself interested in joining the conversation again. She’s always been a little too eager to talk about royal status and bloodlines for your liking. 

“That’s true!” She says with that glimmer in her eye that only appears when she’s bragging. She reaches for Ben’s arm again, finally managing to grab it. “Our royal blood goes back hundreds of years…”

She pulls Ben’s arm around her shoulder, and he chuckles awkwardly. He catches your eye for a brief moment, silently praying for a graceful way out of yet another moment made uncomfortable by Audrey’s superior attitude and love of public displays of affection. You know exactly what he’s silently telling you from one look at his face, and you nod your head subtly toward the stairs, drawing his attention there. He looks over, spotting Doug on his way down to the great hall. 

“Doug!” He calls, lifting his arm off Audrey to wave Doug over. “Doug, come down.” 

Doug nods, and jogs down the last few stairs. He walks over to meet Ben and you, standing in front of the Isle kids.

“This is Doug.” Ben introduces him to their new students. “He’s going to help you with your classes, and schedules, and show you around the rest of the dorms.” They’re silent, and he can sense their apprehension about being handed off to someone, no matter how well they mask it. 

“I’ll see you later, okay?” He says, with a small smile. There’s a reassuring quality to his tone of voice that puts everyone in the room at ease. The Isle kids seem to relax a little, and Ben continues, “And if there is anything else you need, please, feel free to-” “Ask Doug.” 

Audrey jumps in yet again with that tense smile, cutting off Ben for the… you’ve lost count of how many times, at this point. There’s some more forced laughter between Audrey and Mal, then before you know it, Audrey is dragging Ben away. You start to leave as well, reaching into your bag for your journal to check where you’re supposed to be right now. 

“Bunny!” Ben calls, and you turn your head. “This way.” 

You turn and scurry a few steps to catch up with him and Audrey. As Doug leads them to their dorms, Evie looks back, her gaze lingering on Ben’s hand resting on your back. Something he’s done very casually a few times in the short while they’ve been here in Auradon, but never once to his actual girlfriend. Evie might be a pretty face, but she’s definitely not stupid when it comes to love. She sighs, and crosses Ben off her mental list of potential princes. One girl she can easily compete with, but two other girls fighting for his attention means he’s just not worth her time. Besides, if Audrey doesn’t stand a chance against you - which she sure doesn’t seem to in Evie’s opinion - she’s sure it won’t be easy for anyone else, even someone as gorgeous as her. 

Across the great hall, Audrey stares straight ahead. She refuses to look at you, rolling her eyes and forcing a smile before turning specifically to look at Ben. 

“But Bennyboo,” She says patiently, “We’re supposed to have dinner tonight, remember?”

Ben’s brow furrows for a moment before he remembers the plans they had made.

“Oh, right.” He wonders how he could have forgotten that, but chalks it up to the very busy, very important day. 

“So we should probably get going,” she says to you, insincerely sweet. “Let’s catch up later, ‘kay?”

She begins to drag Ben away from you, but he hesitates for a moment. Suddenly he remembers why he hadn’t been thinking about dinner with her yet. 

“Actually, Audrey, we’re uh,” he looks at you before turning back to her. “We’re having dinner later. After the council stuff this evening.”

Finally, her mood drops in a way that no amount of chipper facades and tropical punch energy drinks can disguise. 

“...Right.” She says slowly, watching Ben take another step closer to you. 

“We actually need to…” He says, trailing off as you hold out your pocket watch for him to look at. The hands are a little too close to the word Late! for his comfort. 

“Oh god.” He mutters quietly. Audrey huffs and he turns back to her, really needing to wrap this up. 

“You’re welcome to join us, if you want.” He offers, kindly telling her that either way, you two need to leave right now. Her forced smile grows stale at the idea of having to sit through even more boring meetings, especially unnecessary ones. 

“I have a thing.” She says quickly, “I really need to go over the cheer routines we’re doing for the next tourney match. I cannot let Jane be an embarrassment to the squad again.” 

“Okay, so dinner later.” Ben confirms. He walks over to give her a chaste peck on the cheek before dragging you away to the next meeting you’re almost late for. She watches the way his hand stays on your back, even when you must clearly know where you’re going. She watches the way you talk to each other as you leave, animatedly and closely in a way that feels too intimate for her liking. 

You and Ben are always on the same page, you always have been. She knew what she was getting into when she started dating Ben, she knew about the busy schedule and all the meetings and how close you two are, but she just figured… She hoped that he would have started to like her more than you by now. There’s still time, she reminds herself. She can wrap her Bennyboo so tight around her finger that he forgets all about his little best friend. 

[nights-flying-fox]

Late Night Shopping

Leo can not sleep, so he decides to go gift shopping from several places that luckily don't close early.

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Leo was staring at the ceiling. It's not a new thing. He's been doing that a lot since he was younger, unable to sleep. Insomnia, Donnie had informed him on a normal day, long before they had first left the lair. Tonight, it isn't just insomnia. There is more. His head is full of thoughts, fixed on what happened a long time ago.

Normally, way too often to his liking, Leo would be occupied by the memories of the pink aliens, his hurt family, and the cold– endless– prison. Tonight, it is different.

Tonight, he is thinking about the armor, the loss of GramGram, the day how he almost lost his dad. About how Raph so easily jumped off a tree, trusting them fully. How he knew they'd catch him.

Tonight, Leo is thinking about how he failed his family. How he failed to trust them like Raph did and brought the apocalypse. How he failed to protect them. How he failed to protect GramGram.

Just like how the Shredder destroyed everything they had in mere minutes, his ghost of a memory destroys what little sleep Leo has left. So Leo sighs and rolls in his bed, grabbing his phone to look at the hour. He is greeted by the dim light and the screen showing 2 am. Usually, he'd be able to sleep by now, but considering how his mind decided to be evil, he might as well change his plan.

As much as he enjoys the coziness of his blanket, right now, he prefers to do something that can clear his mind. This means a nice portal, and taking care of some tasks can be the answer he seeks. He picks up his gear and katana and wears one of his hoodies and sweatpants, thinking of what he should do in the process. He decides that he can get some of the gifts he has been planning to for a long while. The holidays were soon to happen, therefore this is the perfect time for buying them. (He ignored how the thoughts of almost spending the holidays alone or how he could've celebrated it with GramGram if only he had done a better job keeping her safe. He didn't want to spiral again.)

He opened the portal, smiling as the comforting sparks of his ninpō came to life. Right on the tip of his hand, he could feel it. Like a spark, a beating heart. Like a hug from his family. Alive and free, wanting to break free and yet stay close to the connection surrounding Leo all the time. Every single emotion and comfort radiating from his ninpō brings calmness along the excitement for his new destination. Leo walks through it.

Before him is a bookstore. Books might not interest Leo, but the decoration and the hot chocolate the cafe part of the store served definitely did. The Christmas decorations were all around the entrance, bright lights greeting the customers. A Santa plushie on the counter placed as if he is reading a book, and there are many snowman decorations that held some recommendations for various genres of books. A "bookish secret Santa" event caught Leo's attention briefly, but he kept walking towards an aisle of books. Science fiction. He knows Donnie's wish-list of books. But he knows his twin better than his twin himself. Which is why he picks the book that Donnie will love (if anyone asked how Leo did know, and then suspected if he spent time researching new books and if he read way too many summaries to find the perfect book, he'll confidently deny all of it). Then he grabs two other books from Donnie's wish-list (a fantasy book and one about a specific family of plants).

Walking around, he wonders… Donnie always gave his all when he did his gifts. Some may not work well, like his gifts that were supposed to help them during fights against the bad guy of the week. The shock collar is definitely not on Leo's top 10 gifts from Donnie list. But if he didn't mention the other masterpieces his twin did, crafted with skill and love, he'd do injustice him. He still adores the perfect miniature replica of Jupiter Jim's spaceship from Jupiter Jim Sails the Seven Galaxies. But there is no way Leo is going to get uranium for Donnie. So he thinks. He sits on a stool and holds his chin with a hand while the other keeps the books on his lap.

While he is looking at nothing, gears turn in his head in wonder if he can find something else from here, Leo sees a kid with a pop-up book. The kid is laughing happily as he looks at the pages that show a fantastic world. A cryptid– the Bigfoot– is among the drawings. Leo's face lightens up with the idea he suddenly has. Donnie might have spent hours in there even after he got kicked out of the Mystic Library, but Leo is the one who had noticed the book about the plants the yokai had kept as a part of their own culture. He smiles, knowing well what he'll do on the night of the Christmas Eve (along a masterful plan of avoiding Mikey's attempt on catching the Santa). Satisfied with the idea of getting a plant (that will not murder them, or cause any sorts of disasters while being in Donnie's care) for his botany nerd brother, he gets back to his feet. After checking if the hood hides his face and is sure no one will question his handsome face for not being human, he goes to pay for them. Before leaving, he also buys a cup of hot cocoa. When he steps out of the store, he has a bag of books and a nice cup of heaven.

The warmth he feels isn't just from the cocoa but the hopeful idea of seeing the joy on his brother's face. Now, all that is left getting the other gifts. The lingering fear and anxiety from the thoughts creeping in his mind become less visible, and once Leo is hidden in the shadows, he lets another portal envelope him with its sparkling comfort.

The next stop is for Mikey. He slides down from stair rail and makes a beeline for the store before him. He had visited this place a short while ago– the owner accepted commissions to make custom skateboards, and Leo is very excited to see the result. He walks in, and the owner– a middle-aged woman with braided black hair and cool tattoos– turns at him. "How can I help?"

"I'd come several days ago for a custom skateboard, orange flames and a turtle?" Leo reminds her. The simple description must've been enough. The woman nods with recognition and goes to another room to retrieve the skateboard. While Leo waits, he looks around. The shop is small, but there are several skateboards around. They are placed neatly, showing the artwork under them. It kinda reminded Leo of those shops that sell musical instruments. The walls are pastel red, and the windows are big enough to display the skateboards. The door to the other room is open and not visible from Leo's angle. Just as he is looking there, he spots the owner coming, skateboard in hand.

The skateboard is better than what he had hoped for. A big fiery explosion behind a skateboarding box turtle that is wearing an orange mask. It is colorful, as the artist put a lot of details. Leo, thanks and compliments the owner's work, very eager to see Mikey's reaction already. The woman jokes about the turtle, "You sound so happy. One might think you're the turtle in there."

Leo grins, "I wish I was that cool."

After he leaves the place, he thinks if he should take care of the cardboard cut of Mikey tonight. Maybe he should check Mikey's health files first, just to be sure he gets the height right. Of course, Leo wants Mikey's own cardboard copy to be perfect. After all, that's what his little brother wished for Christmas… for some reason. Leo guessed he had to wait and see what Mikey planned to do with that (he is a hundred percent sure it is for pranks, and Leo is very excited for them).

He had already bought dad and April's gifts (a nice robe and a fancy kettle pot from Japan, and for April the video game sequel she awaited with excitement but couldn't buy yet along a very fluffy blanket). He had even bought Mayhem a dog toy as a gift. Hopefully, the dog-cat-thing will love it. April said he'd, and Leo chose to believe his sister. This left only one person to buy a gift for: Raph.

Finding a gift for his big brother had been the hardest. Whenever Leo thought about it, he felt like he owed him so much that no matter what he got, it wouldn't be enough. He spent nights and days and had to fight many anxiety inducing thoughts, but finally, he had found what would be the right gift.

Once safe from anyone seeing him, Leo opened another portal. The energy felt as good as Raph's hugs… Maybe he'd pay a homage to their childhood and visit Raph tonight. He used to go to Raph as a kid a lot when he couldn't sleep and wanted to instead of feeling like listening to Donnie or watching him. Raph had the habit of hugging others in his sleep, and it somehow would be enough to get Leo to sleep.

Oh, he is sidetracking again. At least unlike the first months, the portal leads him to the right destination. He'll do two stops before he returns home, and one of them is Raph's favorite teddy bear shop. The second one will be Ghost Bear himself, as Leo plans to make the guy sign the name tag of Raph's soon to be added to his collection teddy bear version of Ghost Bear. Leo is now walking into the shop and looking for it and other bears.

It doesn't take long for him to find the perfect bears with different fur colors and accessories based on four colors– red, purple, orange, and blue. Then he finds one that is actually based on Ghost Bear- he didn't even know it'd be that easy. They've made a wrestler series of bears! After paying for them, Leo runs to the shadows and opens a portal to home. The portals warmth is just exactly the same as he feels naturally now, as he is filled with eagerness and satisfaction. His first part of his brothers' gifts are almost ready– all he needs to do is add a little touch to the teddy bears!

So he hides the gifts except the bears and then opens a box that he hid a while ago from his family. His room offers him space to hide his presents from everyone, as the family has yet to get used to the lair and discover everything about it. That is an advantage for Leo, especially now. He opens the box and grabs the masks. One of his, and the others of his brothers'. They are in great condition and stolen without anyone noticing. Now instead of being forgotten inside wardrobes or in a pile of various stuff varying from art supplies and Jupiter Jim merchandise, they're now a part of the bears (minus the one that looks like Ghost Bear).

Finally, Leo hides them again until he gets the rest of the gifts and wraps them neatly. He crawls back to bed after throwing his hoodie to a corner of his room and placing his gear and katana near him. He, for lack of any better terms, burrows under the blankets and sighs. All of the worries and grief leave itself with the upcoming joy he will see in his family's face. There's a soft feeling, as if a kind touch that comforts and praises him. Leo, half asleep, doesn't realize the gentle ninpō that surrounds him with fondness. He falls asleep, faintly hearing the caring words: "Sleep well, little blue."