#ahhhh i hope you enjoy these!!!

[haveihitanerve]

batman has trouble telling his family how he feels. So he decides he can write it down in a journal or leave them notes. It's easy to write down the words than say them because the words he wants to say always get lost in translation when he opens his mouth. Dickie when he was robin has a whole box filled with notes from Bruce. Turns out batman can be funny when he writes his thoughts down. Jason writes back to Bruce just as sassy.

i love this

With Dick, the first note appeared after the first fight. A nasty fight, where Dick had screamed

"YOU'RE NOT MY DAD, WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE, I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU!!!!"

Bruce had gone quiet after the words, and isolated himself away. Dick had felt crummy afterwards, but there wasn't much to do about it, Bruce wasn't around to apologize to and... well, it was true. The screams had just been... inner thoughts he hadn't voiced.

Bruce knew it too. And, it shouldn't have to be up to Dick to make amends. So he withdrew to his office, locked it tight, so that he wouldn't say words he'd regret and make things worse with Dick.

The first few drafts... were hard. But Bruce found his rhythm, and it was so much better. He could erase and start again, and reword, and clear up any parts that weren't clear. He could be concise, precise, honest and literate, he didn't have to stumble and rip his way through an uncomfortable conversation where he'd make things worse.

Dick found the note later that night, laying on his pillow, three pages worth of words that told him he was loved, whether or not he wanted Bruce to be his dad, he could just remain a friend, a brother if he wanted, and that he cared, even if it wasn't always shown, even if it wasn't as a father.

Bruce established boundaries, and apologized too, because it was needed, and it was so much easier to say what he needed to through written words, instead of admitting them aloud. Maybe it made him a coward, it made him a coward, but the next morning Dick hugged him and apologized back, so it worked.

The notes became frequent from then on, usually after fights, or misunderstandings, and Dick understood the need, knew that Bruce wasn't as able to concisely share his thoughts and formulate them as well on the spot aloud, so he let it happen, but soon they became more commonplace, left on chimneys on patrol for Dick to find, little love notes and encouraging words that Bruce became better at saying aloud too.

Dick kept each one, tucking them safely into his belt, and kept them in a box in his closet, one he had made at school with Bruce during a parent-child fun day, and pulled them out to read every so often, when things between them got hard.

The box moved with him, stuffed in the closet at Bludhaven, and postage was expensive, travel even more so, but Bruce still sent him letters, apologies Dick didn't open, notes taped to his window he tossed away (still into a pile he never threw out, but never read either).

When things got better, Dick would read the notes, but he never touched the letters from before, because for once he needed the words from Bruce's lips, and he had liked Bruce's stumbling, his faltering and chagrin, and did not want to read his well thought out, thorough one instead. He still kept the notes, of course.

With Barbara.... Bruce didn't have a claim to her. She wasn't his daughter. She wasn't looking for a father. She wasn't, quite honestly, even looking for a mentor. But she found one in him anyway, whether either of them liked it or not.

But Bruce still sent her notes. Little letters, facts, information, telling her through a note was easier than in person. Because then he could lay it all out, and maybe she'd see something he'd missed. Because she always did. She completed him, in a way none of the other did. In a way even Dick didn't. But, then again, they all completed him in different ways. Hers was just more noticeable.

After Joker... every day he wrote to her, flooding her phone with messages, her laptop with emails, her room with cards and flowers and notes.

And when she moved to the Clock Tower it didn't stop, maybe slowed a little, became smaller in quantity, but he always sent her something. Let her check over his work, proofread anything and everything. His fresh set of eyes.

She wrote back, sometimes. But she was more like Dick in that regard, choosing to answer his messages verbally rather than write back. She did have the perfect time to do it too, and she always had something to say.

Barbara never struggled with her words the way he did. And he appreciated it. Loved it, even. Even if it usually didn't mean anything good for him...

With Jason... Bruce hadn't done it, originally, because Jason was just so bright, and understood, and didn't need the words because he heard them because Bruce was better, all the mistakes he'd made with Dick cleaned up a bit.

But Jason needed the words, and he had such a spark, so Bruce began writing again, sliding notes under his son's door and leaving them taped around the house, or on patrol. And Jason, Jason wrote back.

Little witty notes, marked up Bruce letters with grammar corrections, book recommendations, questions about what they were eating for dinner, or little stories, scrawled in the margins of notebook paper, stuck to Bruce's cape, or on his pillow, or taped to his mirror.

Bruce still wrote the letters, left them in Jason's room, after his death. Red Hood never mentioned it, but after a trip to the manor to "haunt" them, he became a little less violent.

With Tim, Bruce was ashamed to admit, he just didn't care. He didn't care that Tim winced at his words, he didn't care if he was misunderstood, he didn't care if he neglected the boy.

And it hurt, Bruce knew it hurt him, but he just didn't care, couldn't bring himself to, not when Tim was so much like the boy he'd lost, not when Tim was so different.

But Tim started writing letters, originally just for himself, begging for affection, begging for his parents to love him, begging for Bruce to notice him. Then the notes got angry, rants, screaming, slashes across the page, pencil marks that tore paper and dug groves into the table.

He kept them all to himself, waded up in the corner of his room, but Bruce found them, found them all, and he hated himself, hated the Drakes, but he couldn't even fault them because he, oh he was much worse. (no he wasn't the Drakes owed Tim love and affection those were his parents and a child deserves that from his parents Bruce tech didn't owe him anything but shiii he was awful and-)

So Bruce started writing again, answering all of Tim's pleas, cataloging every single movement and jump and case and file and everything Tim had ever done right and congratulating him, giving him pride Bruce wasn't even sure he was allowed to give anymore, and he apologized, begged for forgiveness, for a chance to start over, because he was better now, Tim had made him better, and he wanted... he wanted to be better. For Tim.

In the end the note was twenty three pages long, and ended with the simple phrase, "I love you, you are my Robin, and I'm so sorry"

Tim was at school, so Bruce left it on his bed, and shut himself away in the cave until he got home. He always stopped by his room first, tidying everything up, because he was only a "guest" and all, before heading down to the cave.

Bruce waited for two hours. When Tim finally came into the cave, his eyes were red, tears still falling down his face.

"Oh Timmy," Bruce breathed. "I'm so so sorry." Tim walked to him, and collapsed in his arms.

And from then on, things were better. Not perfect, nothing to do with Bruce's personal life was perfect, but it was better. It was good. And Bruce started sending notes. Slowly, they turned from letters into emails, into texts and shared google docs. So Tim would have evidence in his favored form, of Bruce's love.

With Stephanie... things were different. She didn't live at the manor. She had a father, albeit a bad one, and Bruce didn't want to give her another one of those.

But he still left her notes, information, or clues, things that gave her autonomy for a bit, let her work still "alone" as Spoiler, but kept her connected to him. To Robin. And when she died...

Bruce gave every letter to Leslie. Not because he knew, exactly, but because he knew she was closer to Stephanie, and he couldn't have them at home. Couldn't look at them.

Leslie gave every one to Steph. Who read them. Sometimes. Enough times that when she came back, she wasn't as hard on Bruce. Enough times that she let him hug her. And came over for dinner. And never regretted being Robin. Enough times to admit she loved him too. And that he would never be her father. Because at his core, he was a good person, and Arthur Brown was not that.

With Cassandra, Bruce didn't write letters. Not only because Cass couldn't read, but because she could read him. And no words were necessary. For once, he could love someone in silence.

With Damian, words came easier, somehow. Maybe because Damian needed words, needed the commands to be spoken aloud, needed the reprimand or the praise. He needed the tone, couldn't weed it out of what Bruce had written like the others, needed the verbal confirmation or denial.

Bruce needed the words to. To tell his son it was alright to mess up, to make mistakes. He needed to words to reassure his son that harsh language was the extent of what he was going to get. That punishment wasn't physical in their world. In his home.

He wrote Damian letters too, of course, in the case his youngest might feel excluded, but usually only at special occasions, a card for his birthday, or a quick poem to brighten his day.

And words... words came easier now. After so many. It was easier to tell Damian what he needed, aloud as well as on paper. It was easier to speak, to not stumble over his words, to praise and apologize. A good thing too, because Damian needed it. And maybe... maybe Bruce did too.

[conjuring-ghouls]

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[missingn000]

hey all! i wrote a what-if character study & action fic for if king fought sanji instead of zoro during the raid on onigashima. i'd really love if you gave it a read! thanks so much!

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[hanafubukki]

Once Upon a Dream AU: Masterlist (tumblr) and AO3

Summary: Baby Dragon Malleus fights Santa.

Papa was crazy. He said some strange man was going to come to their house and leave gifts.

Someone they didn’t know!

It was up to him to protect the hoard.

He really had to do everything around here, didn’t he?

Malleus didn’t understand why Papa didn’t find it weird, usually he was very protective.

…maybe Papa was getting old.

The thunk outside woke Malleus up.

No!

He didn’t mean to fall asleep!

He hurriedly looked to his side. His baby brother was asleep soundly. Malleus licked Silver’s cheek, smiling when his baby brother giggled before falling deeper into slumber.

But looking around, where was Papa? He would usually cuddle them both while sleeping. His warmth bringing peaceful dreams.

A warble of worry escaped Malleus.

What if Papa was in trouble?! What if Papa needed his help? Did Santa hurt him?

No, Silver needed to be protected first. Then, he can go help Papa.

Click.

It was too late. He had to defend Silver now.

Angry snarls started coming out of Malleus, fire building in his throat.

He would make the strange man pay for hurting his family.

“Ho~Ho- Ah! Hot! Hot! Malleus! It’s me! Stop!”

“Malleus, don’t be mad. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Hmph.

Malleus continued playing with Silver, rolling the ball back and forth.

“I know you were trying to protect us.”

He wouldn’t cry.

He wouldn’t.

“Bababa?”

Malleus saw Silver look at him in worry before his imagine blurred from his tears.

“Skeeeee—”

“Oh Malleus,” Lilia picked up the crying dragon.

Lilia hummed a lullaby, running his fingers down his little dragon’s back.

“There~ There~ Thank you for protecting us. I’m so proud of you for being brave, my son.”

“Skee-”

“I know. Papa is sorry. Please forgive him?”

Malleus looked at his Papa, before butting his head lightly under Lilia’s chin.

Fine.

He’ll forgive him this once.

“Bababa!”

“Ow! Silver! Not you too!”

Malleus rumbles happily, didn’t mean Silver forgave him for making his big brother cry.

Lilia sighed contentedly as he watched his sons sleep.

The green bow on Malleus stood out against his dark scales and matched his green flames perfectly. Silver’s blue bow enhanced the beauty of his eyes and his silvery hair. Lilia, of course, had a deep red to match his own eyes and streaks in his hair.

Today was a fun day for all. The laughter and cheer had resounded within the walls.

As he placed each of his hands on his sons, Lilia felt a warmth engulf him as it always does around them.

His boys.

His sons.

His family.

How very loved he was and how very loved they were.

How you turn my world, my loves.

Furry of wings sounded in the room.

Quiet squeaks communicating with each other.

A blanket laid on top of father and sons.

A flash.

Tomorrow all three would wake to an angelic photo of the slumbering family.

A moment in time that would be cherished for many years to come.

With many more created right after.

In a home filled with endless affection and warmth.

🌻🌺🌷I am so proud of this one 🌻🌺🌷

I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. 💚💞

[naffeclipse]

Chapter 21: The Epilogue Episode

FNAF Cryptid!Sun/Moon x Cryptid Hunter!Y/N (SFW)

Demonic possessions are difficult upon a human host, to say the least. You don’t need the notes stored in your book to understand this now, either when you lose yourself in visions of violet chains and a dark room trapping you within yourself, or when Vanessa faints after finally resting from the hunt of Glitchtrap.

Word Count: 6,200~ Warnings: Chapter warnings for mentions/brief depictions of eating difficulties, stitches, nightmares, post-trauma recovery, and anxiety.

A/N: This epilogue is probably longer than one should be, but I wanted to take time to go through the healing process and the days after two demonic possessions. Loose threads are tied up and traumas are addressed. There's also the fact that it's 'later.' I'll see you at the end ♥

You, Vanessa, and Eclipse have a lot of mending to do.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

Title: Four Walls

Tags: Slow burn, domesticity friends to lovers, smut, pining, post sias/pre am era

Summary: Disillusioned with LA and on the heels of a breakup, Alex goes to stay with Miles in London.

[infinite-orangepeel]

🦅🌷🌿 dirty paws ch. 2: squid ink is up & ready to be read on ao3!🍓🦊🌙

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[gothenby-666]

Finally found you- Severen x gn reader

((warnings of angst, pinning, soft sev, mentions of killing, ends happy!))

((slight description)) You ran away from the coven, and they've been trying to find you for 4 years now. for that time, you've managed to avoid them, but you ended up running into the one who you've really been trying to avoid.

I edited it ✨️

Severen can still remember the night you left. You had been acting strange. You didn't speak or meet anyone's eye - it was a clear sign that you were up to something. The most pressing detail of all was that you stayed behind the rest when you were usually the first one gone. If only he had stayed behind and spoke to you, if only he hadn't let his past lover, Elisa, go back to retrieve his lighter. If only he had gathered the courage to reach out to you. This never would have happened.

You and him were inseparable once you finally made your first kill; he remembered how you were so frightened about what you'd become and how you refused blood for 4 nights. He's never seen someone resist blood for that long, but looking back on it, you always had the strongest of wills. It was one of the reasons he loved you. You were enchanting, fierce, and a force to be reckoned with. Those were the first few qualities that brought his attention to you in that dingy bar. Back then, his attention was only on you, and he knew by how your heart raced that night he had your devoted attention too. Severen should have known the moment he laid eyes on you that you were his mate. Maybe if he wasn't so damn stubborn or blindly loyal, he'd have seen through Elisa, a lover who wasn't even there, and to you, the one he needed. God, how he wished you were near again, he'd do anything to go back to the nights of stolen glances and accidental touches if it meant you were at least with him.

These last few months have been the bane of his existence. Elisa was supposed to be his everything. She was supposed to be what he's always wanted, but now the only thing he wants is to finally be yours. Without you, the coven began to tear apart. The others rightfully blamed Elisa for your abrupt disappearance, even if the note you wrote to the coven saying goodbye never explained why you left. It was clear to everyone, even Severen, but he refused to acknowledge it. It was easier that way.

Caleb and Mae had been your closest friends, beside Severen, when you first became a part of the coven. But when Elisa returned, you retracted from his side altogether and spent your time with them instead. The couple was enraged and sorrowful with your absence. You were their close friend and meant so much to them. Mae had no intention of stopping Caleb from starting a fight with Severen after months passed without you. Caleb and Mae let their disdain towards Elisa well known that night and accused her of driving you away. Severen was going to fight for his returned lover, but the moment she confessed. Any remaining loyalty to her was gone, and he had no fight to give.

In the simplest of terms, the Hooker coven distributed a fitting punishment for hurting one of their own unto Elisa. Gone, but not dead. Now, there was only one thing they all needed to do, and that was to find you. Severen was convinced he'd never find you again as 4 years passed. There were multiple times when he knew you were near but just out of reach, and it drove him insane. He was a void of who he was. No longer did Severen Van Sickle play or toy with his victims. Hell, sometimes he'd even forget to eat. Not even Homer could make him joke around with the others. It was an unsettling sight to behold.

In Chicago, 1992, there you were in an underground punk bar flirting up a storm with someone he hoped you'd be killing. You felt him. He knew you did because from across the bar, you made eye contact. He was overjoyed to see you, but his joy turned lackluster when your horrified expression came to view, and you ran. You fucking ran away again! A pit of rage fuelled Severen's next actions as he ran after you. He wasn't going to let you slip away this time, not now, not ever again.

Already out of the bar and into the nightlife. You ran far, but you could hear the single click of a spur following you. You knew it was him. You could feel him. With time spent separated, the pull between you two became even more powerful and harder to ignore. It made your heart ache, and you wished you could rip it out from your chest. You swerved and turned down different streets, anything to avoid him. You couldn't handle any more heartbreak. He chose her, and so did the coven. Why is he chasing you now? You gave them the chance to meet you again, but no one came. When will this torture end?

You were convinced by now that you lost the older creature of the night and slowed down to a brisk walk. No longer did you hear that spur click after each of his haunting steps. You made your way home and stepped inside the studio apartment building you've been living in for a bit now. It was thanks to a friend who owned the studio that it was even possible for you to live there. The deal was that she let you live there for free as long as you agreed to supply blood for her. You could leave whenever you wanted, and only had to return the keys. All in all, it was a good trade.

While walking up the stairs, your body froze with nerves when you heard that familiar spur click against the ground as the man who wore it approached from behind. Instinctively, you ran up the steps the moment his voice rang through the echoing staircase. "Oh yoo, who!" He laughed hauntingly as he chased after you. You were beyond panicked. Why was he doing this? You pulled out your keys and bound up the last few steps before struggling with the stupid door. He was close; it felt like electricity rushing down your spine the closer he was getting to you. When you finally opened the door, you slammed it shut, but your stalker caught it with his foot.

On the other side of the door, Severen spoke in a low, threatening but mocking tone. "You avoidin' me, darlin?" He wedge one of his large hands into the opening while you used all of your strength to keep him outside. Your heart ached, and the words slipped from your lips. "You know what you did..." You could visibly feel Severen's rage as his large hand grips the strong door and easily throws it open. His strength makes you stumble back and be thrown deeper into the small studio. When he steps through the entryway, he glares you down and slams the door shut so hard it splinters the wood framing. You jump from the loud slam but just stare at him. He's seething, and you've never seen him like this before. "What I did? You're the one who left?..." He didn't yell, but his accent was thicker as the rage seeped into each letter. Severen slowly stalked towards you, and you took a step away from him each time. The man you saw as your closest friend and the one you loved terrified you in this moment. You returned his glare and clenched your fists tightly in order to ground yourself in the overwhelming situation. "You never met me in Salem or wrote back!" You tried to sound mad. You really did, but you sounded heartbroken instead. Severen's rage waned at your voice. He stopped in his tracks and stared at you with such confusion. "Salem? What're you talkin' 'bout?" You laughed bitterly, and the sound was so broken it twisted Severen's heart. "You don't even remember the letter I wrote you." Severen let out a frustrated growl and wasn't tolerating any of your antics. The older creature of the night stormed right up to you and grasped you by your shoulders. He shaked you to snap your attention to him. "Goddamn it, enough! What letter, Y/N? Please.." His voice held little anger like his actions did. He was begging with his voice and eyes just desperately trying to understand what had happened. You push him away from you as his touch makes it all too much. "My letters.. they were on the counter in the motel room. everyone got one." You left a letter for each of your coven members, saying goodbye and telling them exactly what your plan was, where you would be, and a writing address. Severen thought for a moment, trying to understand what happened before whipping around and smacking the desk below. He hit it so hard the wood cracked beneath his palms. "Fuck!" He yelled when the dots connected, you were confused by the outburst. "Severen... what's going on?" He bit back the groan that filled his throat just from the way you said his name, God did he miss you.

The sadistic cowboy looked over his shoulder, still leaning on his hands over the desk. His gaze was something dark. "We never got your letters 'sides the one for everyone. Elisa musta done somethin' to 'em." You scoffed at him and rubbed your eyes in frustration. It made sense. You ran into her that night and didn't even think about the chance she'd tamper with it. "Speaking of your mate, how is she?" You tried to speak politely, but venom dripped when you said the word 'mate'. Severen stood straight from the desk and stepped towards you. Your eyes were pointed to the ground, so he tilted your chin up to meet his dazzling blue eyes. You melted seeing him up close, but when he grimly spoke, that warmth faded. "Gone." Your body froze. Gone? She was gone, but why? A part of you was happy she was, but it dawned on you that this entire time, you've been living a lie. The coven never knew of your letters or knew how you wanted to return. They didn't abandon you like you thought. When he let that information sink in, Severen questioned in a kinder tone. "What did that letter say?" You didn't meet his eyes when you pulled your chin out from his touch. Everything was too overwhelming. Your lips trembled as the truth is revealed. "It said to meet me on October 30th, 1988, in Salem. I wanted to spend Halloween there with everyone." You paused as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat and blink back the tears. "But none of you came, and 2 months alone turned to 4 years." You were hanging on by a thread, and your voice was just as shaky as your body. For so long, you thought the family you finally found within the Hooker coven was all just a figment of your imagination, and they didn't want you. You fell apart when you felt Severen wrap his arms around you. He pressed his head into the crook of your neck and thread his fingers into your soft hair, pulling you into his chest. He hushed you in his arms, but his own voice was shaky as he spoke. "I've been lookin' for you for all these years... I swear if I'd known 'bout that letter I'd been there. we all woulda…"

Once you finally calmed in his arms, Severen pulled away to face you. He needed to see you properly. It was a shocking sight for you to see his pale cheeks dampened with tears. You reached out to cup his scruffy cheek and wipe the stray tears away. He leans into the touch and gives you a wobbly smile. Not a smirk or grin. a smile. One that you missed for so long, "Why are you crying?" it was a stupid question, but you needed to know. Severen brings his own hand and cups your cheek as you pull your own hand away. His rough thumb rubbed against your soft skin, and his ocean eyes stared at you with such longing and love. "Cause I've been lookin' for you for longer than just those fuckin' 4 years. Now that I have, I ain't ever lettin' you go." Your heart flutters in your chest as Severen leans his forehead against yours. His hot breath fans against your pretty lips. "Is that so?" You mused and wrap both your arms around his strong shoulders. You can feel his lips twitch into a smirk. One of Severens hands tangled itself in your hair, and the other pulled you closer to him by your hip - both grabbing your devoted attention. "Nah, darlin'. That's a fact." He closed the distance between your lips with his. He made your head spin with his gentleness and passion. Severen hummed against your sweet lips as you effortlessly returned his tenderness. He regrettably pulled himself away and looked over your beautiful face. He was remembering each feature and design of you with a charming smirk on his face. "C'mon, the others been dyin' to see ya." He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you raised a brow at him with a smirk on your lips. "Dyin?" You knew you weren't returning to that studio ever again because you were finally where you belonged.

[ssreeder]

Sorry if you’ve answered this before but do you have any idea of how many chapters into the fire will end up being or how the ending will pan out? (Also I love you and the world you’ve created thanks for being awesome <333)

I have answered this before, but I feel it changes day to day lol… ITF is about ummm halfway? It will absolutely be the largest fic of the three, but it has to be in order to bring this thing to a proper close. I could realistically do a fourth book but fuck it I am sticking to the original plan of three. I have the ending completely planned and most of the epilogue figured out as well… I will admit the only thing I don’t have completely planned out is the nitty-gritty details that tend to unfold as the story happens? So as the battle begins who knows how characters will react or what emotions will come up so I like to keep things loose with that to give the characters room to breathe.

But yeah! I do have an ending and I have all the MAJOR events planned, so any twists & turns along the way are already set in motion :)

(I love you thank you for sending me this ask you’re amazing)

[kanerallels]

Guess who started miss scarlet and the duke season 1

LSKDJFLSJKDFLKJSDF REALLY???

That's AWESOME I'd love to hear your thoughts as you get farther in! Especially episode five, that's my favorite one in this season

[novelhater]

currently reading a bl that i don't care very much for but i keep hitting next chapter because the readers all vocally loathe the ml yet all still diligently show up in the comments section to rant about him every single time like they're clocking into work. you hate him so much but you're still here...

[renabe4life]

for the fanfic ask game… uhhh you often feel so stressed out about life that you desire to not have a whirlwind romance with someone but to enjoy a day of rest with them? Sorry all I read is your fair game fics

well you see...ur not wrong!

[quietlyblooms]

"y-you mean a lot to me." truth weighs heavy on sweetened words, they taste like honey on lips. because she is the sun with how bright she shines and you are happy to revolve around her like a planet, following her around like a young duckling. your smile is wide as you stare at her, sincerity obvious in green eyes. "y-you know that, right? you're important to me. w-we're like.. family. you're stuck with me! haha." a teasing lilt and a flood of giggles follows, nudging her a bit. [ hiiiiiiiiii from izuku ofc

unprompted | @4heroes cares about chiyo and i'm in tears!!

you doubt your impact. it's in your nature, has been since you were young enough to realize how ill-suited you were to be a hero. what good could you possibly do? who could you possibly save? what difference could you possibly make? as a kid, you didn't have a good answer.

sometimes you still don't have a good answer. you've changed, grown into a fine hero, someone capable and confident, yet you still wonder if that's enough. is it enough to be strong? is it enough to save someone? your peers would jump to answer, yes, it's more than enough. your efforts make all the difference, change the lives of citizens who otherwise may have been utterly lost. so maybe it's just you. maybe you aren't satisfied. maybe you're too concerned with the aftermath, with what comes after a person is saved; maybe you think too much, worry too much.

that's what makes you a good person, so your grandmother beams. that's what drives you crazy, you sigh.

that's what leads you to u.a. you teach and train and try to save your students from themselves, and it almost feels like enough. you still doubt your impact, wonder if there isn't more you can do for your students who feel as if the world rests upon their shoulders. you guide them, console them, listen to them, and chase away the shadows, but still you are blind.

izuku's smile shines as he speaks honeyed words, and it's like someone has finally snatched the blindfold from your eyes. you're important. you're family. you're stuck with each other, and your shock easily gives way to a joy that fills your chest, warm and soft and pleasantly overwhelming. your doubt is quiet, silenced by giggles that are too adorable, too contagious to feel an once of wariness. you feel izuku's sincerity, and you reach over to gently pinch a freckled cheek.

" if that's the case, maybe i should be teasin' ya more like an older sister would. " you grin before dropping your hand, the curve of your lips softening. he's important to you, too. you aren't sure how to say it without sounding awkward, insincere. your gaze drops and travels the ground to the tree you once studied beneath as a teen.

" you're important to me, too, " you say, and it doesn't sound awkward as you feared it would. it sounds natural. you meet the teen's eyes again, still smiling but serious. " you'll always have me on your side, izuku. remember that, 'kay? "

[hanafubukki]

YESSSS I FINISHED MY FIC 🥳🥳🥳

Going to let it marinate and then edit…later.

[singsweetmelodies]

5, 42, 47 for piarles obvy bcs i wanna see you go insane 😘❤️

i haven't looked at what these numbers' relevant questions are, but i highly suspect that you are either the absolute worst or the absolute best. either way, ily so fucking much 😘😘 let's do this ;D

5. Describe their cozy night in.

HA I LOVE THAT! okay, and actually i have a really clear headcanon for this one :DD so, the thing is... they don't really have cozy nights in. oh, they try. on the rare occasions they both have time off on the same night, and they get to be in the same country too, then yes, they try. it seems so cute and romantic to have a movie night curled up on the couch together, no? except... that means they have to choose a movie. and to my mind, they would NEVER be able to agree on that, lmfao. charles, angel-faced charles, has been on record that he loves watching horror and psychological thrillers. pierre has been on record that he calls charles a psychopath for liking them. so just imagine these two idiots trying to have a movie night 🤣🤣 charles would be all "no, but this would be so interesting!" with wide eyes and a dimpled smile, and pierre would just be like "you're very cute and i love you but we're NOT watching the fucking jeffrey dahmer show on our one night together, thank you very much" and then charles is all huffy like "well i don't want to watch top gun for the five hundredth time, either" ...and then of course they have to fuck about it 😌👌

that's the core of my headcanon, actually. no matter what they try, they always end up fucking before so much as an hour has passed. like, even if they're just eating together, they probably won't even be able to finish dinner because one of them will jump the other "because you were teasing me by licking that spoon like that, charlo, you cannot blame me" or "how was i supposed to not get on my knees when you look that good cooking for me?!" and... yeah. you get the idea 😆 essentially, they just CANNOT keep their hands off each other, which means that any "cozy night in" very quickly devolves into pierre bending charles over the couch, or the counter, or any available surface, really (and very occasionally, it's charles fucking pierre, too.) they're just obsessed with each other, tbh. and who can blame them 😌

42. What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)

(ngl, my first thought when seeing this was "42 the answer to life the universe and everything 😍" so HA, tysm for that one, akira. ily <3333)

and as for the actual question: WELL, i'm going to give two answers for this one - the pierre version and the charles version. charles, i like to think, is the kind of person who gets cold super easily, but loves snow and wintry weather. (probably because he loves to steal pierre's jumpers and hoodies and beanies etc. etc.) wintry weather also gives him a hundred and one excuses to snuggle really close to pierre, bcs pierre always runs hot. (yes, pierre would totally make a hundred and one jokes about that, btw.) ALSO, i firmly believe that as much as charles loves stealing pierre's things, he'd also take great personal satisfaction in putting some of his own things on pierre - like a ferrari-branded scarf, or beanie, or whatever, under the guise of being a caring boyfriend and making sure pierre doesn't freeze. (pierre puts up with it because he knows charles is secretly a possessive bastard, too, and he loves it. freaks, the both of them, ngl. they're the best.)

now, pierre - i don't want to make him sound like too much of a rich fuckboy, but then again... that's what he is, isn't it xD so my headcanon is that pierre loves to take charles somewhere like ibiza or the greek islands, and spend long hours lazing on a yacht together, alternately swimming, sleeping in the sun and fucking on the deck of the boat (where someone probably won't be able to catch them, but you never know, and that's the thrill of it, of course.) and since the weather is so hot and humid, they have to spend all their time in swimming shorts and very loose (& usually unbuttoned) linen shirts, of course. (if there are even any shirts in the first place.)

so yeah 😆❄️🏖 i headcanon these two as total opposites regarding what types of weather they enjoy - but it's not as though either of them are complaining, hehe. best of both worlds, etc etc <3

47. Does either of them have a secret that could potentially ruin their relationship?

ooohhh, this is a good one 👀 and... call me a soppy romantic, and otp-obsessed, but i'm going to go for no. no, they don't.

hear me out, though! they've been friends for so long that i think they just... well, firstly, they already know almost everything about each other. but secondly, even if there was some devastating secret -- they'd be able to get through it. again, they have known each other for so long. when you've been friends forever, you can't imagine your life without that person. you would also forgive them for pretty much anything, and i think that's true for piarles. if one were so inclined, you could make that toxic, but to me it's just kind of beautiful. that security and safety net of "no matter how badly you fuck up, i'll still be there to catch you, because that's what we do for each other. we always have, and we always will." just. yeah. ❤️💙

(obligatory otp asks)

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

🌸 !!CHAPTER THREE POSTED!! 🌸

Title: Four Walls

Tags: slow burn, domesticity, friends to lovers, smut, pining post sias/pre am era

Summary: Disillusioned with LA and on the heels of a breakup, Alex goes to stay with Miles in London.