#and Willow got her bandana

[pasta-stuffed-possums]

So, when Luz was revived, it was the Titan’s magic that allowed that to happen. But the Titan’s magic left her after she defeated Belos. So, what if that had ended her revival?

A tradition written in flowers, carried on by those graced by the one who left them all behind.

[southern-gothic-comic]

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Panel 1: Later. Under an autumn-brushed willow tree, outside of town. Flora is grazing nearby in the early evening sunlight, which glitters on a passing stream. Imogen is resting, eyes closed, with her head in Laudna’s lap while she massages her temples. It is all extremely picturesque.

Panel 2: A yellow leaf drifts down from the tree and Laudna catches it in the air.

Panel 3: While Imogen sleeps she begins fiddling around with bits of yarn, twigs, and leaves, making a tiny figure of something.

Panel 4: She leans over Imogen as she stirs, her dark hair falling down and curtaining both of their faces.

Panel 5: POV Imogen as the first thing she sees is the smiling face of Laudna, upside down.

Laudna: Morning, sleepyhead.

Panel 6: Imogen sits up, rubbing her eye with her knuckle and yawning.

Imogen: Whoof, I’m real sorry. Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you there. Guess I haven’t been sleepin’ well recently.

Laudna: No need to apologize! Does your head feel better?

Imogen: Mmhm. Thanks, Laudna. Whatcha got there?

Panel 7: Closeup of the doll as Laudna shows it to her. We can see now that it’s a primitive rendition of Imogen, with a smiling, freckled acorn face and curls of hanging moss for hair. Laudna has wrapped the slender yellow leaf around its neck in representation of her bandana.

Laudna: A friend!

[hannahhook7744]

Descendants Background Characters Names (Redone) Part 4;

Crysta (Blonde girl), one daughter of Arista (Ariel's sister) and Dylan. Seaside High was in serious danger of overcrowding, so quite a few students were encouraged to attend Auradon Prep instead.

Brian Robinson (glasses guy), son of Lewis and Franny Robinson.

Aqua, one daughter of Aquata (Ariel's sister) and Nexar.

Sitara, daughter of Mowgli and Shanti.

Trevor, the son of Big Nose and Assunta.

Prince Henry (the guy behind Mal and Lonnie), son of King Richard the Lionheart. He's supposed to go to Sherwood High, but he got expelled.

Shira (girl behind Evie), daughter of Ariel's friend, Gabriella. One of the Seaside students who transferred.

Leon du Lac (guy beside Evie) son of Lancelot du Lac and Elaine of Astolat (he's an exchange student).

The girls behind him are Mary and Dorothy, daughters of Tiana's friend, Georgia.

The red head girl under him is Sigrid, daughter of Kai and Gerda.

Adonis Jr aka AJ (right next to Lonnie), son of Adonis and Helen of Troy. His older siblings attend Olympus High, but his father thought he was too nerdy to compete.

Silvie (behind AJ), daughter of Sharma.

The girls below him are Princesses Noelle and Natasha, daughters of Cavin and Princess Calla.

Guy in stripes is named Prince Rowan, son of Wee Dingwall.

Girl in yellow beneath him is Celestina Potts, youngest daughter of Mrs. Potts.

Guy in a blue T-shirt is named Samuel 'Sammy' Sweet, son of Joshua Sweet.

Guy in a yellow T-shirt is named Makaio Bubbles, son of Cobra Bubbles from Lilo and Stitch (Bubbles adopted him from an unsuitable home).

The guy below them is Prince Ajax, son of Prince Thor and Pearl. One of the Seaside transfer students.

The guy next to Makaio is Prince Reynard, son of Princess Willow.

The girl next to him is Princess Wenhua 'Wen', daughter of Yao and Princess Mei, who flat out refused to go to the Imperial Academy.

Guy below her is Johannes Little, son of Little John.

Salvatrix Mim aka Sad Sally Mim, granddaughter of Madam Mim.

Elizabeth 'Lizard' West, daughter of Elphaba and Fiyero (aka the Wicked Witch of the West).

Orlie, daughter of Orddu.

Owena, daughter of Orwen and Bill Jukes (she's the youngest member of Uma's crew).

Morven Mim, aka Mimpathy Morven, grandson of Madam Mim.

Farley-Fletcher Fflam, son of Fflewddur Fflam.

Maureen 'Goo' Yagoobian, Michael 'Goob' Yagoobian.

Murky Maggie Mim, granddaughter of Madam Mim (she has four legs. This may or may not be Dorothy Tremaine's fault).

Ula and Uziel, daughter and son of Uliana.

Shepherd Scaremonger, Aka the Boy Who Cried Wolf.

Ichabod 'Icey' White, son of Snow White and Prince Florian. Along with Princesses Noelle again and Audrey.

Princess Natasha again.

The girl next to her is Rebecca, daughter of Safi.

Felicidad Daniela Ruíz, she's the daughter of one of the Encanto villagers. The boy next to her is Prince Ajax again.

Jonas again.

The girl below him is Adda Slim, daughter of Alameda Slim.

The guy next to Jonas is Morven Mim again.

Dizzy Tremaine.

Guy next to her is Abner, son of Captain Gantu.

Girl next to him is Tara, daughter of King Trevor.

Guy behind her is Blaise, son of Morgie.

Guy in the pirate hat is Sean, the son of the Sherriff of Nottingham (He's a member of Uma's Crew).

The girl behind him is Susan Finkelstein, Dr. Finkelstein's daughter.

The girl next to him is Quinlynn Hearts, daughter of the Queen of Hearts (and member of Harriet Hook's Crew).

 Axel, son of the Huntsman. 

Bathsheba (girl with the bandana), daughter of Ammand the Corsair.

Rummy Bloodbeard (boy behind bandana girl), son of Captain Bloodbeard.

Kevar (Kid in pirate hat next to Bandana girl), son of Marquis de Bouillabaisse.

Daang (First kid in goggles), son of Ed.

Niki (Red Head Girl), daughter of Hecate.

Birger (Kid with green hat), son of Loki.

Desmend (2nd kid with goggles) , son of Ed.

Harlan Alan Never, son of Arika the Mermaid.

Vidal Pezmuerto, son of Señora Pezmuerto.

The girls in the pink dresses next to Uma and Elle are Annika and Raylene Jenkins, the daughters of Coach Jenkins.

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Thanks @igetthedisneybox and @casinotrio1965 for the help.

[fisherpiers]

Hunter coming out to Luz as bi

OKAY here i am like over 6 months later LMAO

like whattt? im not dead?? i know, i know. my deepest apologies

i have already written him coming out in flapjacks with syrup so if you want more go read that too not to self promote agskgjjghh (i will be updating that soon just saying 👀)

but here’s some headcanons!

lemme see, theres so many ways for this to go. lets entertain just a couple tho lol

scenario #1

its july and luz is getting/making pride merch for everyone bc shes trying to make it a thing on the isles. at least a little holiday. perhaps a parade? itll be fun!

and she realizes she has no clue what hunters deal is. is he straight? aroace, maybe. that guy is married to his work.

shes trying to keep this pride thing a surprise so she asks him nonchalantly like “hey broooo i was just wondering. whats your sexuality. a friend wanted to know.”

and he bluescreens

“uh. i— i dont know, actually.”

he never really thought about it. hes always been too busy being attracted to them books lmao

he has to get back to her in two business days at least 😂😂😂

he basically spends those days spacing out and scaring his classmates by intensely staring at them.

hunter discovers that he generally feels the same about any gender. and he didnt really have a preference when imagining his future having a wife, husband, or partner. as long as they made him happy

and everyone was really pretty. hexside had quite a lot of cute witches and demons

but honestly, he still didn’t really find himself wanting to start a relationship with any of them (gee wonder why)

he chalks it up to the fact that he’s focusing on his studies and apprenticeship right now and has no time for romance

besides, if he had a partner, he’d have even less time to spend with luz his friends

he finds luz up in a tree behind the owl house, nose in a book. shes so focused on the story that she doesn’t even hear him approach

“LUZ!”

“WHA—“

she was so startled she fell put of the tree. hunter tried to catch her he really did but they both wound up crashing down to the ground in a heap

oof

luz shoved him off her, laughing “first you give me a heart attack and now you try to crush me? i thought we were friends now, hunter!”

“sorry, sorry,” he wheezed as he rolled over in the soft grass

luz went and retrieved her book from where she accidentally threw it, “so what did you need me for?”

“oh, i just wanted to tell you i think i figured out my sexuality now, like you asked,”

“thats okay. i didnt mean to presure you so you dont have t—”

he sat up, “im bisexual,”

liz gasped “OH SWEET, twinsies!”

she got matching bandanas for them. cowboy vibes lol

luz did successfully get the annual pride parade set up in the isles. hard to say no to her shes a force of nature and also kinda a celebrity now ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

scenario #2

luz has just assumed he’s gay

bc they often talk about guys they think are cute. like if theyre at the mall food court (without the hexsquad) and see any hot guys they are thoroughly checking them out and giggling like school girls

its not something she can do with amity (obviously), vee or willow. plus, she trusts that hunter isnt about to go squealing to her girlfriend about her attraction to men she has no plans on pursuing

its a good bonding activity, okay. if you cant thirst over cute guys with your bestie are they really your bestie

alas, because of this, luz never reads too much into the moments they have together. hunter let a hug linger a little too long? he lets her eat off his fork? puts his arm around her on the couch? just friendly behavior. its not like he likes her or anything. bc hes gay right

anyway. theyre like, at a chinese restaurant picking up takeout for the gang and the cashier is just adorable. miss teen connecticut. the cutest girl ever. they both stutter their words and awkwardly fumble around while picking up this order. hunter almost dropped the food and luz signed her name as Liz Noda on the receipt

they get out of there and start laughing once they reach the car

“guess its bi disaster hour am i right?” hunter joked

luz laughed but then it hit her

“wait. you like girls?”

hunter looked at her confused, “yeah?”

“oh…” she trails off,

and hunter starts the car and drives off, not even giving the conversation a second thought

meanwhile luz is dead silent in the passenger seat like

she be rethinking everything agsjfjjhh

OKAY SECRET 3RD SCENARIO!

tboy!luz au :3

okay so luz is scared bc he’s finally worked out his gender. he’s a guy.

its what pushes him to break up with amity. its amicable at least

and so as luz moves on with his life, and starts falling for hunter, he’s scared hunter wont like him now bc he’s trans

and once hunter finds out about that, he’s putting a stop to it fast. like:

“dude. im bi. i dont care if youre a boy or a girl. youre luz. and i like luz.”

and they live happily ever after the end agajdjjg

[pzyii]

drawing/explanation of buffy and/or dawn summers scars/design? i love ur willow and i want to know how u think abt buffy & dawn

ah thank youuu!!! I love to talk designs so I will do my best, I haven5 done any refrence sheet with either of them and def have less hcs cause well willow is the center of my brain but I do very much have thoughts. (I’ve got a criminally low amount of Dawn drawings despite the fact she’s my second favourite character)

doing a lil cut off cause it’s prob gonna be a lot of text, warning self harm mention at the Dawn part!!!

so starting with buffy. Some little details include that I draw her with moles cause they’re pretty and I like having more texture on the skin when I draw it, I draw her with a tooth gap cause it’s cute and fun, aswell as curly hair cause she has it every now and then but mainly cause I loveeeee drawing curly hair aswell as bc my bf has curly hair and buffy makes me think of her so yeah :) as well as shark bites every now and then bc of the same reason. I loveee drawing her with bandanas as well as whatever those things she wears in the drawing below are called.

Onto scars I don’t have many that specific ones. I don’t have her like injuries as memorized as I do willows and also yk slayer healing. Face scars I only really draw her with one, that being an eyebrow scar she got after getting a piercing in s4 that IMMEDIATELY got ripped out on patrol (willow took care of it, Joyce didn’t even have time to panic over the piercing before having the scar as her whole new problem)

i often draw her with scars on her knuckles cause punching and/or bandaids on them and her fingers, the bandaids on her fingers are also partly cause well splinters, preventory measure. I often draw her with bandages and bandaids on the rest of her body too. They aren’t often that needed or needed for a long time but still, keeping the wounds from infection.

other than that i tend to give her the scar from when she was shot in seeing red (tho im thinking about making it like, look less like a normal scar since it was healed with like, really strong dark magic). And then just small and big random scars that don’t really have specific connections (she can’t herself remember when she got most of them. Too many fights. Too many scars, they become insignificant, but there's still too many, she knows that much)

as you can probably notice I loveee enhancing Buffys childish whimsy cause she lost a lot of her more so teenage years than childhood-childhood and I like to let her just breathe

Onto Dawn, my dearest, everyone’s little sister.

she has a tooth gap just like her sister as well as mini mini canine looking teeth like some people (Michelle trachtenberg included) have.

draw her hair mostly straight but I’d probably say it’s at least wavy, I at least used to draw her with vitiligo and Marie Antoinette syndrome and I’m not sureee about that head-canon anymore but I still like it, so it’s 50-50

she also has freckles!!!!

For scars I really don’t have much check on canon injuries with her but I’ve got some

She has scars from when glory opened/tried to open the portal in the gift, it serves as a reminder of what happened also logically speaking she’d just simply probably keep those scars

she still has her scar from blood ties, but other than that I hc that she’s had a continued problem with sh so therefore just like with willow, she has multiple sh scars on mainly her arms.

Her eyes stares into your soul so bad. Get contact lenses /j

[nescaveckwriter]

Wandering Love - Chapter Four

A/N: Y'all this is Eeeekk🤭😋! yes freaking exciting, I🩷 love writing about Cowboy Benny, also this will have you will Awww moments🥺, and most probably hating me for cliffhanger, (sorry not sorry)🤣😱

Warnings: 18+ Only , Violence, Guns, Swearing, anything else, please let me know.🐞

Word Count: 1998🐞

Credits: Photos - Pinterest & Google🐞

Standing in the bushes he recalled the information he gathered in the town earlier that day, a CJ is this Bobby Singer's guardian, and from what he heard he's quite good. But he sure as hell didn't expect a little woman to point a shotgun at him, so he begun to speak, he sounded tired, it was a long ride "I didn't come here to cause no trouble mam"

"Oh well aren't you mighty nice, the name is CJ" she haulers

"I just came to talk" so this is CJ he thought to himself

"Oh really came to talk or take him?" Stepping off the porch now "Either way , you better go back where you came from"

"Not the trusting kind I see" he sneered

"No what gave you that idea, show yourself now" she shouted

"I'll come out, but I gotta warm you CJ, I'm the fastest gunslinger in the west, try too shoot me and you'll be the one biting the dust"

"I don't just shoot, step out of the shadows now" she demanded

The large man stepped out, three times her size, but she's dealt with plenty of men twice her size. No way she'd stand down from a fight due to a giant. As he walked slowly closer, something about him seemed familiar. He came to a stop, as she looked up at him, that's when se saw his blue eyes glistening in the moonlight, how could this be, it's him, its really him. "Benny" she exclaimed, before she could stop herself, she let the shotgun come to a fall, as she ran towards him.

He couldn't believe his eyes, it's his Willow. He couldn't form a word, as she ran towards him, jumping into his arms he held it out towards her instinctively. He sure as hell didn't waste a single second, he devoured her lips, like a man who's ravished, a man who's been left in the desert for too long. Clearly she felt the same, not once breaking the kiss, well that was until they heard multiple horses, surrounding them, a single gunshot was fired up in the air. Benny and CJ drew their 45's, backs standing against each other facing the bandit's. He sounded happy under the circumstances "Nice, 45 peacemaker, Willow"

She smiled, "the best gunslinger in the west, trained me too use them, and I stuck too it"

The hooded guy rode closer, bandana covering his mouth, "Ah little ol' CJ, protecting an murderer?"

Squinting her eyes, disgust in her voice "Dalton"

Benny spoke behind her, "you know this clown?"

"Yes his the eldest of the Jefferson brothers, and the damn reason Bobby lost his wife"

Benny turned to face her for a second "so it's true you, protect those who can't protect themselves"

All she got out was "I try" before the other two Jefferson brothers stormed the both of them.

Benny and CJ, both holstered their peacemakers, ready to get down and dirty in a fist fight.

Benny almost lost his mind, when he saw the one brother throwing a punch towards his little woman child, but she ducked giving him a upper jab, instead. The fist in his ribs caught him off guard, swinging his right fist towards the man's face, bringing the bandit too a fall, the gunshot took him by surprise, as it pierced his shoulder, glaring towards the man on the ground who shot him, Benny drew his 45, before the man could get off a second round, he planted that bullet between his eyes. Turning to face Willow, seeing she ran into the house, to probably get Bobby, the guy she fought off earlier is lying in the grass with a bloodied face.

Facing the old man in his wheelchair, holding a hunting rifle in hand "Come on Bobby we gotta go." He didn't hesitate he just simply agreed. She took ahold of the handles, pushing him towards the door, but she was met by Dalton.

"Hello pretty thing" he taunted her.

"Get out of my way Dalton" she ordered

He started to laugh, but it was short lived as she drew that 45, and pulled the trigger, she just simply winged him.  Even though he deserved to die, that's not who she was, she will wound her enemies, never try to kill them unless it's absolutely necessary.

Dalton got up, holding his shoulder to stop the bleeding, he glared in her direction "I'll get you CJ"

As she and Bobby went through the front door, she caught a glimpse of Benny, he was fighting with two other men, of course he was winning the fight. The moment he punched the last of the men he fighting, she shouted for his help with getting Bobby off of the stairs and onto a horse.

He whistled for Shadow, she did the same with Savannah, the horses came running, Benny quickly lifted Bobby out of his chair, and tied him to Shadow's back, got up, as did CJ, they ran, as if a tornado was about too hit the place.

Dalton and what's left of his men, quickly chased after them, furiously he shouted behind. "You killed my brother, your going to pay, I'll take something from you too Benny" he knew exactly who Benny Lafitte was, the man who weren't scared about anything, and he sure as hell didn't have any weaknesses until now that is, he saw the way those two kissed. With that being said he took his rope and started swinging, it up in the air, he isn't the best damn Rodeo rider for nothing, the lasso is swirling in the, air, just before the turn, in the road he flung the rope, catching his little steer so too say. He tucked at the rope, pulling it towards his direction, she travelled through the air, yelping when she hit the dirt road.

She saw the way Dalton grinned, pulling her closer towards his horse, she was defenseless as the rope, tightened around her arms and waist.

Benny heard the moment when his Willow screamed, he turned around running towards the sounds but he was met , by a couple of men and their rifles. He returned fire as best he could with just one arm, he was out gunned , knowing the only chance for her too survive is for him too get away, get Bobby to safety, he turned around, his cowboy boots giving Shadow the extra motivation, to run like the wind, and he did, until the  sound of the gunshots died down.

His blue eyes has turned dark, his jawline clenched and his mind is racing with terrible thoughts of what will happen to his sweet woman child. He just got her back, he can't loose her again. Swearing to himself, that he'll do anything in his power to save her.

Dalton's laugh was so damn irritating, if she could only write that smug off his face with her fist, but no, she's tied up too a tree trunk, he took her peacemakers, for himself, damn bastard. Every now and then he'll make a turn , kicking her or punching her in the face, of course she grunted now and again, but there aren't no way, she'll show him, in how much pain she really is, pretty sure, her whole body is bruised from the fall.

He walks closer too her, clenching her chin in his sweaty fingers, he smirked "Oh your going to be so much fun"

He came closer forcing a kiss, she tried to look away, but he hold her in place. She kicked him away and he demanded one of his men too tie up her legs as well.

"Feisty little one are you, I'll break you in don't worry " he grinned

A sly smile tugged at her lips, "I'll never break, you can try your best, but I will never" she meant every damn word.

He just laughed and sneered "We'll see about that." He walked back towards the campfire, sat down and drank some moonshine, his men joined in on the fun, laughing and telling each other about how they will take turns with her, and what they'll do to her. She had too be honest with herself, she was scared, she was so damn scared, so when one by one started to get drunk, she knew it was now or never, the entire time she tugged at the rope, pulling it loose thread by thread, her hands and fingers where a bloodied mess, but one hand came loose then the other one, every now and again, when they didn't look at her like she was prey, she'd start to untie the rope around her legs as well, both ropes was still around her giving the impression she was still tied up, but it was loose enough so that she could escape the moment she got a chance. She heard Dalton bark orders at his brother, to have his turn first, and that's when she saw the opportunity, as he came, closer towards her, he taunted her with a knife in hand tracing from her jaw to her collar bone right towards her chest. Without warning she kicked him on he's knees, taking the knife from him, placing it against his throat, maybe a little too hard as the blood started seeping through.

"Y'all better listen to me Dalton, give me my weapons back, and let me walk on outta here, then, you won't need too loose yet another brother" she warned.

He did as he was told throwing her belt with the holstered weapons towards her, he knew she one against ten so the odds was in his favor.

She catches the belt with one hand. The other hand still holding the knife in place. As she clipped the belt in place around her waist, she drew her 45 in her left hand, then letting the knife go, quickly drawing the other 45 as well, the man on the floor, flung around ready to take her, off her feet, but he stared down the barrel of the gun. Clicking her tongue "No I wouldn't advise that Cowboy"

Before anyone could reply, she turned and started running, she aren't no coward but like Kenny Rogers said "You got know when hold em' and now when too fold em"

She heard the men's footsteps and gunshots behind her, but she just ran, she ran all deeper and deeper into the forest, trying to decide, which way to go she felt the bullet piercing through skin, off her right shoulder blade, she tumbled, falling to her knees, maybe it was the adrenaline maybe it was the fear of those men catching up with her, but she just got up, blood streaming down her arm, she knew it was like a beacon for the men after her, giving away her position, so when she saw the riverbank, she knew that was her only chance of survival. It's almost nearly dark again, but its here only way. Jumping in she felt the coldness of the water against her skin. The river current was strong, almost too strong, she tried too swim but couldn't move her right arm, so she just stopped letting the current guide her. Hearing Dalton shout "She's as good as dead, let's go"

A relieved sigh left her lips, she made it, she was going to be okay. A dead tree stump floating around held her afloat, she felt the current getting stronger and stronger, she shouted when she saw the reason behind the strong current, "No! A damn waterfall" she tried to calm herself down, knowing there's nothing left for her too do, at least she was able too see and kiss the love of her life one last time, while thinking about the events the past 20 or so hours, the current took her over the edge, thousands and thousands of rumbling water plunging down with her. She went under as the tree stump broke, the last thing she could see was the moonlight shining through the water.

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it started as one flower, then two. by the end of the week the vase that resided at your window sill had been filled to the brim twice over with beautiful, blooming sunflowers, those from the field just past the stables. you’d find them on your window sill each morning, with no recollection of how they got there or from whom gifted them to you. it was a strange predicament, one that certainly left you on edge slightly yet also the act felt quite harmless and endearing. 

at times you’d find yourself staring at them, admiring the beauty in their simplicity, how the vibrant yellow petals clouded around the rich, dark centre. other times you’d pluck at the petals in a hopeless game of “he loves me, he loves me not” with your so-called secret admirer. even when wilting they seemed so beautiful, you simply could not bring yourself to throw them away. 

“more flowers?” willow, spoke up amongst the silence. she stood in your doorway, leaking against the worn oak frame. she was stocky, but by no means big. her body full and curvaceous, and she was well endowed, much to your jealousy. her hair sat in taught ringlets atop her head, a couple of daisies sat effortlessly amongst the curls, shielded from her eyes by a lilac and white tartan bandana, the same colour and pattern matching the dress she wore.

the sleeves hung off her shoulders slightly, stopping mid forearm, where the cuffs were ruched and tightened slightly around the skin, a white corset tied tightly to accentuate her natural curves completed her ensemble. her skin was warm and sun-kissed lightly with melanin. her smile infection to say the least. a seamstress she was, owning her own tailor shop in town, although she was not against wrangling a few horses if need be. you’d befriended her some years back. she takes up residence in the ranch also, her bedroom only a couple of doors down from yours.

you could only nod with a small chuckle, patting the mattress as an invitation for her to join you. she squeaked with excitement, clapping her hand gleefully like a small child allowed to roam free in a candy store. she took a seat beside you, hands folded in her lap eagerly.

“so, who do you think they’re from?” she questioned.

“honestly i haven’t got the slightest idea” your remark was honest, you indeed had no clue which mysterious stranger would be doing such an act. there was no card, no indication of a name, a signature not even a letter 

“maybe it’s that boy from the theatre last month, the politician's son..oh what’s his name…” willow clicked to tongue sharply as if it were to regain her train of thought 

“…maxwell?” 

“maxwell! that’s it! that boy is always trying to court you!” 

you held your breath for a moment at that thought, a shiver sent down your spine with an almost repulsed expression. sure maxwell was handsome, impeccably dressed and had an outstanding aura in social settings, however, his personality lacks the charm his exterior presents.

“trust me, he’s not the type to court for marriage, if you know what i mean” 

 willow burst out into a fit of laughter, unable to contain it any longer at the thought.

“yeah right! like he’d be the type to send flowers!”

willow’s cheeks were warm with laughter, hot tears pricking the corners of her eyes, wiping them away as she tried to stifle her chuckles. a silence fell throughout the room, not awkward in the slightest, merely letting your mind continue to contemplate 

“are you sure it’s not you?” you jokingly poked her side with your index finger, one of which led to break out into a small fit of giggles once more, tufts of thick curls bouncing lightheartedly with her movement. 

“y/n my darling, trust me. you’d be getting more than sunflowers that's for sure” willow’s playful banter made your cheeks heat up in a bashful glance at your beloved friend. your fingers toying with the hemline of your skirt, the material smooth and silky against your fingertips, the colour, a muted grey-blue that complemented the undertones of your skin . 

“but really���” she continued 

“maybe it’s that new stablehand, he’s rather handsome from what i’ve heard” willow raised her eyebrows in a playful flirtatious fashion, tugging lightly at your arm. 

“what stablehand? father never mentioned a new one-”

“you haven’t seen him yet?” she interrupted, albeit unintentionally, a semi-shocked expression “well, we certainly must change that!”

“willow no-!” you tried to pry her grip from around your wrist, but by god the woman was strong. you were sure she’d leave bruised from how tight she was gripping you, although pain was never her intention. you held onto the metal framing of your bedpost, fingers barely clinging around the thin cylinder, holding on for dear life

“maybe you could ask him about the flowers too!” she mentioned completely ignoring your please

“are you insane?! do you want me to die from embarrassment?!” 

“c’mon don’t be such a scaredy cat, what have you got to lose?” willows voice was all too chipper despite your predicament. 

“only my sanity and dignity for starters…”

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

[yeyayeya]

You guys remember when I mentioned about wanting to write an arranged marriage AU about Ares & Altena?

Well, I have been getting doses of wanting to write randomly, and while I have 2 chapters done and so many ideas that I want to get to, I do have something that I wanted to share

~•~

Ares stood there awkwardly under the large willow tree that was at the center of the garden. He stayed under it as the sun shone too brightly for his liking.

Here he was supposed to meet his wife.

Faced with the truth that he was a married man, the word sat strangely on his tongue.

He’s been married for a day, and right away he was made to make a visit towards Leonster, where his wife and her family lived. Even during the wedding procession, too many people had come up to him to personally congratulate him, many of whom Ares could not properly remember their faces. He had been too preoccupied dealing with those people to even have a chance to talk to his wife.

The night had ended rather quickly, which Ares was thankful for.

Ares stared at everything and nothing, attempting to see if he could spot her. Just as he was about to give up and go inside the palace to escape from the burning sun, someone cleared their throat behind him.

This was a moment when Ares was glad that he didn’t have his sword.

The noise had startled him so badly that he turned around so quickly that he got the other person caught off guard.

At the sight of who the person was, he let out a sigh of relief, though his posture remained tense.

His wife, Altena, his mind supplied helpfully, stood in front of him.

Her long, auburn hair was loose, and she wore a simple crimson dress with white accents complimenting it. She wasn’t wearing anything extravagant, and the only accessory she wore was the plain bandana settled neatly on her head.

Standing before her now, and without the weight of a hundred eyes on him, he took in her appearance in silence.

As he stared, one contrasting detail made its way apparent.

She was taller than him.

For some unknown reason, this seemed to annoy him terribly, and it annoyed him more that he had to crane his neck a bit to properly look at her.

Her near black eyes stared down at him, and Ares cleared his throat, not wanting to look up at her.

An awkward and unbearable silence blanketed them both. To outsiders who knew of their relationship, they most likely saw a newly wed young man and woman, bashful and timid, and not confident enough to talk to their spouse.

To them, though, it was completely different. They had both been unexpectedly thrown to their roles of husband and wife without having a single moment to take the situation in.

Standing before each other, the situation was made entirely clear.

“So,” his wife started, “there’s no point in getting out of this, so we had best get started.” She finished off with a sigh.

Her hand reached out between them and was extended towards him. “Hello, my name is Altena, and I am your wife, whether you like it or not.” Altena said in a monotone voice, before she finished her greeting in a biting and cold tone.

Ares was not offended in the slightest bit, and an ounce of respect welled in him for her.

He extended his hand and shook hers, her grip strong.

He spoke in his usual dispassionate and gruff voice, “My name is Ares, your husband, and I would like it if we could, at the very least, not be at each other’s throats.”

Altena let out a snort, and both let go at the same time.

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, Ares.” She said, and it might have been Ares’s imagination, but he detected a bit of laughter in her voice.

[mintywolf]

trick or treat! what a fun idea for the night with the most vibes :D

It is a really cute idea! *drops a glow stick, a kitkat, and this script for an upcoming comic page into your bag*

Page 39

Panel 1: Later. Under an autumn-brushed willow tree, outside of town. Flora is grazing nearby in the early evening sunlight, which glitters on a passing stream. Imogen is resting, eyes closed, with her head in Laudna’s lap while she massages her temples with her long fingers, humming a wordless lullaby. It is all extremely picturesque.

Panel 2: Laudna leans back contentedly against the tree trunk, enjoying the moment. A yellow leaf drifts down from the tree and she catches it in the air.

Panel 3: While she sits she begins fiddling around with bits of yarn, twigs, and leaves, making a tiny figure of something.

Panel 4: She leans over Imogen as she stirs, her dark hair falling down and curtaining both of their faces.

Panel 5: POV Imogen as the first thing she sees is the smiling face of Laudna, upside down.

Laudna: Morning, sleepyhead.

Panel 6: Imogen sits up, rubbing her eye with her knuckle.

Imogen: Whoof, I’m real sorry. Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you there. Guess I haven’t been sleepin’ well recently.

Laudna: No need to apologize! Does your head feel better?

Imogen: Mmhm. Thanks, Laudna. Whatcha got there?

Panel 7: Closeup of the doll as Laudna shows it to her. We can see now that it’s a primitive rendition of Imogen, with a smiling, freckled acorn face and curls of hanging moss for hair. Laudna has wrapped the slender yellow leaf around its neck in representation of her bandana.

Laudna: A friend!

[theacedragon0w0]

Birthday Sage

I LOVE THE GUARD SQUAD SO MUCH AND THE POOKIES AS WELL YOU GUYS ARE LITERALLY SO FRICKN AWESOME!!

I ONLY OWN BENJI, VLAD AND SAGE!

The other ocs here belong to @puffymucher @bigfatbimbo @mirconreadzztuff22 @imapuppy5000 @tamberwoof @helluvadyke

"Boss, what is it that you have to drag me across the entire nine circles for?" Sage asked as Velvette pulled Sage along as they were entering the Vee tower.

"Ok look we had to run some errands doll~"

"And that involved you having to talk to Camilla? Didn't you call her a wrinkle faced raisin cunt?"

Velvette waved her hand, "It's only banter darling!"

Entering the elevator, they were joined by Hazel, "Got whatcha need boss?" Bending down so Velvette can kiss the guard on her lips,

"Indeed, Sage I need you to were this," handing them a blindfold.

Sage placed their hands on their hips, "You really want to do it here in the elevator?"

Velvette lightly smacked Sage's arm, "Just put it on love."

Chuckling, Sage placed the bandana over her eyes, with Hazel helping secure the blindfold.

The two guided Sage to the penthouse. With Sage flicking their tongue to provide an extra help with navigating but Velvette grabbed their muzzle.

"No peeking Sage."

Sage nodded, "sorry ma'am." Obeying the task, thankfully Hazel kept them steady as Sage could feel that they were approaching the foyer.

After a couple of minutes, Sage felt Hazel and Velvette stand back.

"Ight Bluebell, you can take off the blind now."

Sage removed the cover and saw everyone surrounding them. Vlk, Rosalina, Iris, Sydney, Vlk, Orion, Xana, Willow, Athena, even Eva and Pip were there to.

All were wearing party hats and a large cake was held in front of Sage.

"What's all this?"

Pip ran to hug the lizard's leg, "It's your birthday Auncle Sage!"

Sage looked confused, "Birthday?"

Benji stepped in from the kitchen, "Well not your earth birthday honey, but the day you got sent down here."

Sage shooked their head, "but, how? what?" A million questions popped up in their head, they surely didn't tell anyone about this day, much less they expected anyone close enough to remember it.

Vlad tapped Sage's shoulder, "It was your wives' idea, especially Hazel as she twisted my arm about it."

Sage looked over to see Hazel wear a proud expression on her face.

Sage patted the pup's head, still confused, "but why did you guys did all of this? It's not like I really celebrate this day."

Vlk grabbed Sage's hands, "Because we want to celebrate you."

"But why?"

Xana groaned, "Because you aren't a shitty person dumbass! What? Someone had to say it!"

Everyone nodded, with Pip being the exception as Sage covered the pup's ears as Xana cursed.

Eva added, "Frankly we should have celebrated way sooner but we didn't want you to freak out too much."

Rosalina lifted Sage's chin, "Don't you see? We love you and we want to celebrate you being here, with us."

Iris playfully punched Sage's arm, "Yeah! You deserve it dork!"

Sydney pulled Sage into a side hug, "You are one of the kindest friend anyone can ask for."

"Agreed," everyone shouted.

Sage approached the cake, it was the shape of a motorcycle with a plastic dinosaur sitting on it, the left arm colored crudely with a black sharpie.

Sage looked at their friends and lovers, they were her family, more than whatever she had in the past.

Tears developed in her eyes, much to everyone's concern, Sage snorted.

"I'm sorry, I'm just,"

Sage took a deep breath,

"I'm so happy you guys exist!"

And Sage blew out the candles.

[housewarningparty]

Okay so after saying things were a bit hit and miss I got like 8 episodes in a row that I liked so things definitely picked up, first off yeah you were right Hush is so good and it's even more impressive that it's so good standalone rather than like I Will Remember You which stands on the shoulders of all that came before. 'obscenestake.gif, my beloved' is direct from my notes and yeah that whole scene was an all timer for sure. But even in general killer sound design, great physical acting on all fronts, also the Gentlemen great designs, and real unsettling. Also getting to see Tara for the first time was very nice. And I give it bonus points cause I was sure it was gonna kill off Olivia because she was expendable but she managed to live so good for her.

Loved Doomed it was great having prime Hellmouth stuff and Buffy death impacts. Everyone getting to go back to school. Spike also got some great stuff in this episode with him feeling doomed himself and getting that turn around loving fighting demons now. Also from my notes and my now rarely appearing Faith Watch portion Buffy unprompted invoking her in a comparison to Riley, mirror all the love interests go ahead.

Similarly in A New Man I appreciate whoever made the decision to have Ethan Rayne talk about how he and Giles are sorcerers who own the night while drinking together and then immediately cutting to Willow and Tara having their very romantic rose magic night together, what could this possibly imply about Giles and Ethan's past relationship? Also just like whenever Ethan shows up I have a great time love that guy, and especially that this time there wasn't even a larger plan it was just he wanted to mess with Giles. Plus demon Giles teamup with Spike, very fun especially the last shot of him in the episode was crashing Giles' car.

On the Angel front Hero and all the fallout that's been happening on that front has been great, like I knew Doyle couldn't have been sticking around forever but I didn't realise it was so soon that "Is that it, am I done?" At the end of the episode hit so hard, loved it. Parting Gifts with some fallout from that and the return of Wesley loved it. I enjoyed Somnambulist's look at Angel's past siring coming back on him, surely the most lesser member of Angel's family. I also enjoy that to be Angel's friend you have to promise you'll kill him. Anyway then Expecting broke my streak and She wasn't that much better so Angel really letting the side down there.

The Initiative stuff across I in Team and Goodbye Iowa was okay. I liked all the Buffy really doesn't fit into that style of operation, but I feel like it was a bit of lazy writing to just kill off Walsh immediately after her heel turn instead of dealing with the fallout of Buffy having a human enemy she can't kill or anything like Ethan had suggested towards in A New Man where the answer was him being carted off to an off grid jail which can't be done to Walsh. And Adam has a floppy disk drive on his chest which is pretty incredible and is his greatest strength for me so far they at least put him over physically strong so he's got that going for him. I am wondering if he's kinda a mirror for Spike with him being too human for demons now and obviously was always too demon for humans and Adam is made of Demons and Humans but that might be pushing it and he's just a mirror for Riley. But good for Buffy getting a good sexual encounter with Riley that might help her start working off the s2 Angel trauma even if things did still rapidly deteriorate soon after. Also lotta cute outfits for Buffy in Goodbye Iowa, her sushi pajamas that bandana outfit she was hunting in, the disguise that at first was just her with a pair of glasses on until she found a lab coat in the elevator.

I am really enjoying Spike now I said it last update but he's such good fun. I've got This Year's Girl up next so I'm very much looking forwards to that.

Hush is SUCH a good episode. I honestly really love it when Buffy leans more into its straight up horror elements. And I love when it spends a whole episode on a particular gimmick and it really pays off. Ethan is ALSO really fun and you're so right the juxtaposition of him and giles/tara and willow is very :eyes emoji: - love ethan, wish he showed up more.

and hard agree re: walsh. i think this is one of the key places where the entire s4 big bad falters hard. it's tough bc the master in s1 was iconic and really more about buffy vs mortality/fate, right? and it set the tone, worked perfectly. s2/s3 had a great one-two punch in angel and faith, deeply personal an emotional. so s4 is in a tough starting place! i think keeping walsh around and leveraging her relationship with riley would have been more effective than the pivot to adam. alas.

re: riley also - he has many critics but i DO think it's nice that after much agony buffy finally got just a big handsome boyfriend she could be horny with and have it not be totally traumatizing. she deserves this.

Expecting + She are like two of the worst episodes of television ever made. augh. and i've got some major issues with hero BUT you're right that "Is that it, am I done?" hits so fucking hard. god. what a moment.

[askthechronoverse]

Unikitty thinks the Doom Lords are her only problems ruling the Unikingdom. But she is slowly finding that not everything in her magical world is quite what it seems. Welcome to the endgame.

Last Chapter •||• Next Chapter

Chapter One: Dealing With a Wildcard

A flash of pink bolted down the dirt road, past a willow tree with a tire swing and straight to a well tended garden. The man who was tending to said garden didn't look up from his task of harvesting pumpkins. He picked up a particularly large one and hoisted it over his shoulder.

"Morning, Princess. Didn't expect ya to come visit." He didn't look behind him as he headed for his front porch, a blue horned cat following at a shadow's pace. "Didja need somethin'?"

"I knew you planted pumpkins and wanted to know if you could let my friends and I have a few to decorate the castle grounds. We tried to grow some ourselves, but we didn't really get any." Unikitty sat beside her friend as he gently put the pumpkin down.

"Ya probably planted them too late. Don't blame ya. It's been a hell of a year." He sat next to her on a step and shrugged. "I don't have many, but I only need one or two. Help me load them in the truck and call it my charitable donation for tax reasons and we've got a deal." Unikitty nodded enthusiastically, which made the man smile.

"It has been a wild couple of years, if you ask me. I know you know full well what I mean there." Unikitty laughed, but it wasn't too jovial. There was a good sense that the laugh was releasing a few years of tension.

"Yeah… I didn't help any of that, I know. But, I'm starting ta get over it now. Well, not get over it, but maybe move past? Yeah. I feel like I'm in a decent place right now." He adjusted his blue bandana, which hung over a green sweater that was clearly handmade by someone who cares a whole lot. He kept his eye contact off of Unikitty as he spoke.

"Are we… friends, RJ?" Unikitty straightened up in her sitting position.

"I think we've been actually friends for a while, Princess." The man grinned brightly. "Is that somethin' so shockin', ya have to ask? I feel like ya ask that a lot."

"Honestly? Yes. You were supposed to be… something else. Something scary and dangerous. Not someone who just wants to play videogames and plant things all day… and who protects the kingdom sometimes." Her large blue eyes flicked over to a large oak tree in the yard in front of them, which still held some red leaves and seemed to be alive despite one of it's larger branches showing some sign of blast damage. She spoke after looking at that tree. "Can I ask you something personal?"

"Yeah… Guess I earned that reputation, huh? Shoot. I like ya enough. I trust ya not to hurt my feelings."

"What made you decide to even do something that destructive? You would have doomed everyone to life in the Bin of Storaj. I think I got an answer already, but getting to know you just makes me understand why you did it even less." The man looked down. The question was not surprising to him. It felt like every one of his new friends had a tendency to ask for him to answer for his actions.

"That is really complicated… I was mad at something bigger than us, like I've told ya before, and didn't care what I had to do to make them pay. Ultimately, that anger clouded my mind. I only saw my pain, my rage. It consumed me until I was something I never want to be again." Rex shook his head. He spoke softly, wording almost intentional to avoid having to be asked to think of that part of his life again. "It's shocking the Queen's people haven't arrested me yet. If you get a question, I'm asking one too. I know the Queen knows I'm here. I see royal Systarian guard ships in the sky above my cabin often enough to know they're not here to visit. Why don't they just land and arrest me?"

"I vouched for you, RJ. You helped me keep my kingdom safe. I… won't forget that kindness." Unikitty was tearing up at this point. "Queen Wa'nabi still wanted people watching you, but I was able to talk her out of the bigger stuff, like a trial for what she told me could be considered a war crime… or was it several?"

"Hey now, Princess. You don't need to get emotional. I was just protecting my home and the people I really care about. It's what anyone would do in that situation." His voice dropped to something gentle and calm.

"I always thought the Rexcelsior was your home. Which actually makes things a little confusing thinking about it, because you don't really go on your ship anymore." Unikitty's ears went back. "We also pulled you from space. You said back then that you didn't expect to see us so soon."

"I have more ties to the Unikingdom now. Especially now that I put down my roots and my favorite stuff is here." He looked right at the cat as he said this. "Yeah, about that: Probably would have found my way here eventually. I had a promise to keep, remember?"

"Well, you seem to have a lot of favorite things. Like that sweater. You look so cute in that sweater Emmet made you." The cat smiled, paw gesturing to the dark green sweater. It was definitely knit by an amateur, but it was clearly made with Rex in mind, as it had a lime green raptor in the rough center. It was clearly too big for even Rex's muscular frame, but he didn't seem to mind. The man put a hand on his cheek and playfully gasped.

"Great. There goes the tough guy persona. Guess I gotta do somethin' about that. What can I do to look tough again… How about I kidnap the princess of this kingdom and make her some cupcakes?" He got to his feet and laughed a playfully wicked laugh.

"No! Not that! You burned the last ones you made!" Unikitty also got up, pretending to be scared.

"Oh, but that's the plan, Princess. If I make you eat my crappy baking, I can start the end of time itself!" The two friends walked through Rex's front door, the pumpkins long forgotten for now.

[sepublic]

            Let’s cut to the chase and analyze;

         NEW WILLOW!!! WILLOW APPEARANCE! MY BABEY GIRL!!! This MUST mean that synopsis for Any Sport in a Storm is REAL, Willow and Hunter??? HUNTLOW REAL IS THAT WHY DANA DREW THEM LOOKING AT EACH OTHER I AM GONNA DIE!!! I’M SO EXCITED I MIGHT VOMIT NO JOKING HOLY SHIT THIS IS THE FUCKING BEST!!!

         She… My girl… She’s got a new hairstyle and glasses, symbolic of a new change! Feeling comfortable, based on the synopsis, I think Willow has become part of the Grudgby team and is embracing this! The synopsis says it’s an ‘exciting NEW sport’ so maybe it’s not Grudgby or something else, but still!!! Willow becoming popular at school, going feral and embracing her power??!? THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANTED THANK YOU DANA SO MUCH!!!

         We’ve also got Luz in some sort of weird Viking helmet, throwing an icy glyph in some bony place! Maybe it’s related to King’s people, but if I had to spitball here, it’s Hollow Mind; Luz is inside the skull of the Titan, and the helmet could be part of a disguise, or to protect her OWN mind from the effects of the Titan’s skull… Did Philip not do this and became Belos? Either way she’s fighting someone, hopefully another Coven Head!

         EDA!!! The background kinda looks like it could be inside the Owl House, but more than likely it’s Follies at the Coven Day Parade, she’s down for business and has snuck in close to rescue Raine! She’s probably fighting the Plant Head, in which case; MORE COVEN HEADS YEAH!!!

         Luz and Amity looking shocked??? They’re wearing their school cowls and it’s nighttime… Did they learn something about Philip via the journal??? THAT HE���S BELOS?!?! Or some sort of truth… Banking on that now. Or maybe they’re reading the letter from King’s dad, after Hooty FINALLY spat it up!

         Because we see in our NEXT shot King and his people!!! Okay so it’s not even subtle, King’s people are refugees who survived a genocide by Belos and are in hiding, DAMN. Glad to know King’s not the last of his kind, I’m so happy for our boi he gets to meet his dad again ASAP! His species are such fluffy people… Luz is wearing Eda’s letterman AND the sailor bandana from Separate Tides! If I had to guess, this is Edge of the World, and she sailed there with King, his father, and Hooty to where King’s species has been hiding! Will we actually see Salty cameo again, iirc Dana was super-happy to meet his famous VA in real life for this cameo so…!

         (Also like Hooty being there for protection, as a callback to Echoes of the Past where he also wanted to learn more King lore. And probably to make up for eating the letter lbr.)

         HUNTER BEING CAUGHT BY VINES!!! HUNTLOW PEOPLE!!! HUNTLOW!!! Luz and Amity try and fail, so it’s gonna be WILLOW who takes no shit and is stronger than either of them, capable of taking on the Golden Guard even when he’s not panicking! Hunter’s using Rascal… It looks like he was trying to fly away on him before Willow caught him! The fact that Rascal is out in the open during Hunter’s undercover mission for Belos makes me wonder… Does Belos learn/reveal he knows at the beginning of this episode? And do some abuse tactics and mind games, say it’s okay, he’s not mad just disappointed? Is this Hexside mission a way to make up for Rascal, to justify keeping him as some deal???

         And WHY HEXSIDE??? What’s so important, is Belos keeping an eye on Luz and Amity? Is he checking out how Bump has changed the curriculum, and now he’s very conscious about the social changes that Luz is making to his system? So to prevent Bump from saving face with an official inspector, he’s sending his nephew to see how Luz’s influence has caused the school to change? And/or is there something special about Hexside… Grom? It was built on the bones of a rival school, will we see lore for THAT school as Hunter tries to find something there? Willow catches Hunter; Either he’s been exposed or he thinks he has, but it’s a misunderstanding.

         King and Hooty in some sorta… Contraption? I have no clue. More one-on-one time with King and his Uncle Hooty… What if Hooty realizes he made a mistake with the letter, so he’s trying to soften King up with some fun times before admitting the truth? Or is King having a go at some mech so he can wreck people with it???

         LUZ IN HER LETTERMAN SHE’S SO GORGEOUS!!! Nothing else to say here folks. Her hair…!

         …Okay that’s a lie, more to say; We see Luz wearing the letterman while with King’s people! So it’s possible she starts wearing it irrespective of whatever sport Willow has; Probably as a hand-me-down from Eda, after Luz cements her decision to stay in the isles and is given this gift! So Luz embraces the legacy she’s adopted here… She’s wearing fingerless gloves in this shot but not with King’s people. Maybe she’s in the middle of playing Grudgby/the new sport, which could suggest she joins the team with Willow… And maybe GUS too? And then King’s dad shows up and this leads to an impromptu journey.

        God… Only eight new shots from this promo but it’s already so much! More Willow screentime and relevance, Huntlow material… LUZ, King’s people! Eda! THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANTED TOH CREW THANK YOU!!! You keep giving in spite of Disney trying to take, y’all are real ones.

[starscay]

Oh, Where are your Manners?

Waiting in the hallway for her friends with Hunter so they could all make their way to the cafeteria, she felt more uneasy than she had all day, which was unreasonable in her eyes.

But no, she thought to herself. This isn’t anxiety.

Or: Willow doesn’t realize she’s jealous (2.3k)

Read on ao3 or under the cut

They’d been in the Human Realm for a month with no sign of finding their way back to the Boiling Isles before Mrs. Noceda, or Camilla as she wanted them to call her, decided enough was enough and enrolled them in Luz and Vee’s school. Vee had claimed that it was easy enough to blend in with the other students, despite Luz’s protests, so Willow hadn’t been too anxious when Camilla had dropped them off.

Except for some reason, she had a nasty feeling in her stomach right now.

The day had started well enough, as Willow had picked out her clothes the night before due to the fact that she had never worn anything other than a uniform to school. She felt perfectly content dressed in a green blouse and black skirt, with a matching bandana, which served as both an accessory to keep her hair tied back and to hide her ears. She had felt no anxiety walking into the school, despite the initial confusion of the students when Camilla had dropped them all off and Luz hopped out of the car right after Vee. Willow supposed that was fair, given the fact that Vee had originally been pretending to be Luz, and now was claiming to be her twin. Even finding her way through the school, separated from her friends at times, she had been completely fine.

So why exactly was her stomach tying itself into knots now?

Waiting in the hallway for her friends with Hunter so they could all make their way to the cafeteria, she felt more uneasy than she had all day, which was unreasonable in her eyes.

But no, she thought to herself. This isn’t anxiety.

The feeling in her stomach as she watched two girls talk with Hunter definitely wasn't anxiety.

“So Hunter, right? I’m Anna, I sit next to you in History class.” The taller one spoke, twirling her hair. Willow bit back a huff, clutching her notebook closer to herself. Yeah Anna sat next to him in History, but so did Willow, and she definitely wasn’t the reason he got in trouble for talking during lecture.

Hunter, however, didn’t seem annoyed.

“Yes, I remember.” He nodded. Anna seemed delighted by this, but it was her friend who spoke next.

“I’m Layla by the way. I saw you walking down the hall and I just had to say hi.” She practically giggled out the few last words. Willow clutched her notebook tighter as Hunter mumbled hello back.

“So,” Layla began speaking again. “I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you new?”

“I, um, I just transferred?” Hunter replied.

“We’re gonna be having a party soon, if you wanna join.” Anna ventured. It was then that she took out a slip of paper and scribbled something on it. “Here’s my number, text me for details, or if you ever want to meet up sometime.” She winked at him and walked away.

Willow was about ready to tear her own notebook in half.

—-

“Willow seemed upset earlier.” Luz mentioned as she ran her fingers through Amity's hair.

“Really, about what?” The other girl looked confused.

“I don’t really know, but she looked like she was about to summon a plant to eat someone.”

—-

She was going to snap her pen.

Vee had insisted that the park was a great place for doing homework, so they had all walked down with their school bags, setting up under a big tree.

Willow had initially been very excited, content to be surrounded by plants with her friends. She had laughed at the stories Luz told of her very confused homeroom teacher, and smiled as Gus detailed how happy he was to experience the Human Realm first hand. She had felt her face heat up a little when Hunter smiled at her, which was weird, but not bad.

In all, Willow had been having a fairly pleasant trip.

Now, however, she was dangerously close to breaking her pen and spilling ink all over her new dress. Gus was looking at her in concern, and even Vee looked like she was going to say something.

Hunter, however, had been drawn away from the group, and was talking to a girl that Willow vaguely recognized from one of her classes. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but the way that Hunter’s face became bright red made her stomach clench. Her frowned depended when the girl touched his arm.

“Willow, are you okay?” Gus asked her.

“Yeah, I’m totally fine.” She smiled and turned her attention back to her work. Gus turned to Luz, and whispered something Willow didn’t catch.

She was fine.

—-

“Okay something is definitely up with Willow, right?” Gus whispered, very aware of the fact that the girl in question was sitting across from him.

“Yeah, I have an idea of what.” Luz whispered back.

“Huh?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

—-

This was getting ridiculous.

All Willow had been trying to do was get groceries for Camilla. She had intended on going with Luz, who knew her way around, but the other girl had instead sent Hunter, saying she had a movie date with Amity and he “was probably better at finding stuff than she was.”

Well Luz wouldn’t have gotten distracted talking to the deli counter girl.

Okay, that wasn’t a fair way to phrase it. Willow had sent Hunter to get the cold cuts Camilla had asked that they get, and she had left to explore the store for the rest of the items on the list. However, when she got back, Hunter was still at the deli counter, talking to the girl who was just supposed to hand him the food.

Willow tapped her foot in irritation, considering what to do. She had promised they wouldn’t take long, as Gus wanted Hunter back to have their “bro night.” She rolled her shoulders back and walked right up to where the boy in question was currently being delayed.

“Hunter,” she interjected. He turned to her almost immediately.

“I got the cold cuts.”

“If you’re ever interested in anything other than cold cuts, give me a call.” The deli girl winked at him. What was it with girls winking at Hunter?

Willow turned and walked back to the shopping cart, not noticing that Hunter followed after her.

“Captain, are you alright?” He startled her a little.

“Hmm? I’m okay, we just need to get home.” She smiled at him, feeling the knot that had been forming in her gut loosen. She noted his cheeks were red.

That was weird.

—-

“I think somethings wrong with the captain,” Hunter explained while pacing the floor. Gus kicked his legs while sitting on the bed.

“What’s wrong with Willow?” He asked.

“She keeps seeming frustrated around me lately.” Gus started laughing.

—-

Willow scrunched her face as she tried to pay attention to the lecture. Anna was talking to Hunter again.

For his part, the boy didn’t seem to want to talk. Not that Willow cared about who he talked to. It was just… distracting.

And Hunter was her friend. She didn’t want him getting in trouble again.

She tried to refocus on what the teacher was saying, but kept hearing the distinctive tones of Hunter as he whispered back to Anna.

Pay attention, She thought to herself. Just pay attention, he’ll stop talking to her soon.

Turned out she didn’t have to worry about him getting in trouble with the teacher, as the bell rang. Willow shoved her notebook into the backpack she had been borrowing from Camilla and began walking towards the hall. Unfortunately, she heard Anna stop Hunter from leaving.

“So I was wondering if maybe you wanted to meet up for coffee sometime? I know you’re pretty new to Gravesfield, so I thought I could show you around.”

Willow didn’t stick around to hear his reply.

—-

“I just got a very interesting text from Hunter.” Camilla spoke as she tried to start assembling dinner with the help of Luz.

“Hm?”

“He asked how to make a girl not mad at him anymore, but Mija, it seems like the girl was Willow.”

“Oh Mamá, I have so much to fill you in on.”

—-

“How was your date?” Gus teased as he lay upside down on the couch next to Willow. Hunter had just gotten back from school, but he hadn’t taken the bus back with everyone else, and was a bit later.

“It wasn’t a date. It definitely wasn’t a date.” Hunter insisted, a bit red. He was looking at Willow, but she avoided meeting his eyes. She didn’t care if he was going on dates. Hunter, just like the rest of them, deserved some sense of normalcy, and if he wanted to go on dates with Anna that was fine with her.

It was fine with her. Really.

It was definitely fine as Hunter dragged Gus off somewhere, saying he needed to talk to him about something.

“Okay, Willow can I talk to you?” Amity got off the chair where she had been sitting and walked over.

“Sure.” She says back down on the couch with her friend.

“I know that we still aren’t that close, but you know you can confide in me, right?”

“Of course I do.”

“Do you have a crush on Hunter?” Amity blurted out. She was never one to beat around the bush. Willow let out a startled laugh.

“I… no! Why would you think that?” She felt her face heat up a bit.

“Because you flirt with him all the time and you get jealous when other people flirt with him.”

“That- I never… oh no.” Amity started laughing.

“That was my reaction when I realized I had a crush on Luz.”

“Wait, this means I was jealous.” Willow threw her face in her hands.

—-

“Just talk to her, this is getting ridiculous.” Luz leaned on her bed frame.

“Yeah, we cannot keep going like this.” Gus agreed.

“I will, I don’t think I can keep going like this with her mad at me.” Hunter absentmindedly gave Flapjack a pat.

—-

Willow had developed a bad habit of sitting on the back patio when she needed to think. Surrounded by plants, she felt more at home. She absentmindedly drew a spell circle, causing a few flowers to sprout.

What was she going to do? She hadn’t properly spoken to Hunter since they had started going to school because her stomach had been tying itself in knots around him. She missed him, and she hated feeling jealous.

“Ugh!” She yelled.

“Captain?” Oh no, she knew that voice. She turned and found Hunter, standing awkwardly and looking much too unsure of himself.

“Hunter, hi,” she smiled gently, trying to make sure she didn’t blush. Willow didn’t even want to risk ruining her friendship with Hunter. He meant a lot to her.

“Did I do something Captain? You keep seeming annoyed anytime I’ve been around. I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry.” He wrung his hands apologetically, and Willow felt her stomach drop.

“You didn’t do anything, you never- I’ve been dealing with something. And I didn’t know what it was,”

“You-”

“My stomach has been in knots so often, and at first I thought I was just nervous about being in the Human Realm but recently I realized it wasn’t that. I wasn’t going to even say anything.” Willow nervously began to explain. She had no idea how this was going to go.

“Capta-”

“And believe me, I want everything to go on as normal, but you have a right to know,” she began working up her nerve. If she could start her own flyer derby team and walk into Belos’s castle, she could tell a boy she liked him.

“Captain?” Hunter questioned once more. He was looking at her, and she was doing everything she could to keep eye contact.

“I like you. I’ve been jealous, and I’m gonna work on it. Don’t worry, you don’t have to do any-”

“Willow.” Hunter grabbed her hands, and she let out an involuntary gasp.

“I like you too. I don’t even know when it started, probably when you yanked me out of the air because you thought I would be a good fit for your flyer derby team.” She laughed a bit at that. “I just, I’m not really good at this, and I-”

“Hunter?” Willow grinned.

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?” He nodded and suddenly she was kissing him.

His lips were chapped, but somehow still soft, and she felt him smiling against her. Her hands somehow ended up resting on his shoulders, and she felt his gloved hand on her cheek. Their noses bumped slightly, as Willow wasn’t exactly experienced in this, and clearly neither was Hunter. Still… Willow couldn’t have been happier.

“I… can we do that again?” Hunter squeaked out, his entire face a bright red. Willow rested her forehead against his.

“Yeah, I think I would like that.” She giggled. She leaned back a bit when she felt Hunter’s chest start shaking. Worried he was crying, she studied his face, only to find him holding back laughter.

“I can’t believe you were jealous.” He managed to get out. Willow huffed a bit at that, but he quickly clarified.

“It’s just, I didn’t think you’d have any reason to be. I thought… I thought I was going to be stuck with a crush on you forever.” He was avoiding eye contact with her. She carefully laced her fingers with his.

“I think this is a bit better than that, don’t you?” She smiled, and as Hunter leaned forward to kiss her, the back door opened.

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!” Luz yelled.

“Luz!”

“Lo siento Mamá, but I was right!” She yelled back into the kitchen. Willow leaned against Hunter’s chest, laughing.

She was happy, and she’s pretty sure he was too.

[yarchurr]

sopas for a rainy night

bay leonardo x reader

summary: you are a dental assistant at a clinic a few blocks from your shared apartment with April O’Neil, the reporter at Channel Six News. you're tired from a whole day at work but you come home to a passed-out and bleeding 6-foot turtle on the couch and three panicking brothers.

a/n: i normally don’t write fanfics or somestuff because i;m so shy, but i feel a little restless lately. i hope you like my first ever tmnt work!!

things to note: SFW, AFAB Filipino reader with she/they pronouns, some filipino terms here and there but they’re easily understandable.

this is also on AO3 and yes, I am the original author.

backstory: reader recently migrated/moved to NY to work as a dentist but is stuck at being a dental assistant at a dental clinic bc racist boss :--)

The shift at the Grand Willow Dental Clinic was a killer, and it was just Monday.

Dr. Finley, your boss, was a good fellow. He was the first person you talked to when first getting this job and was generally a nice person. Except when he has the gloves on and has the instruments in his hand, then he’s a more serious person, but you understand.

Your other boss, Dr. Medina, was a jerk. He was a stuck-up man who had little heart for others and that reflected in his career. He was mainly the reason you were stuck being a dental assistant for a few years despite having finished dental school and passing the boards in just six and a half years.

He had you running back and forth the halls, offering help to the senior dentists in the clinic (which they didn’t even need), and made you stay a few more hours to clean the place up and lock it down for the night. Judging by his sour mood with you today, you’re probably doing this for half a week. The entire 6 days if he feels like pushing it.

It was 10 in the evening as you left the grocery and you fished your phone in your pocket, shooting a text to April O’Neil, your roommate. You told her earlier in the day you wanted to cook dinner tonight, as you commonly cooked tasty Filipino dishes she hasn’t ever tried before.

She immediately asked if you were going to cook sinigang for tonight but you said you were craving creamy chicken sopas for a while. Intrigued by the new dish, she readily agreed.

‘got the stuff. im omw’

The reporter usually replied in a few minutes, sometimes with just a thumbs up for confirmation. The woman didn’t reply or ‘seen’ the message but you didn’t think much of it. Maybe she was deep into her research for her next scoop, or possibly digging deeper than she needs to? That woman works too hard for her wage, you think with a shake of your head.

When cold droplets slowly started pelting on your head and leaving dark spots on the concrete, you began to fast walk. God, could this day get any worse?!

The gods seemed to have heard your wailing and let out a belting laugh in return, which came in the gift of booming thunder and the onslaught of freezing, hard rain. Thanks, God.

Thankfully, you weren’t soaked that much when you reached the apartment complex entrance. You book it to the elevator (you refuse to use the stairs after standing for 6+ hours, your poor feet) and punch in the floor number.

Your thoughts were too loud for you to hear the commotion going on in your shared apartment with the news reporter. You unlocked the door and were about to yell out you were home when the sights and smells before you took you by surprise.

On the creaky couch was a massive green figure (was that a shell on its back?) with a large gash on its forearm and thigh. It seemed they were knocked out as of the moment, as you couldn't see their eyes through that blue bandana of theirs. Kneeling by the creature was April, a towel on their hands that was quickly turning red from all the blood.

Behind the two were three other hulking figures of various heights, in different colored bandanas but similar wide-eyed expressions.

There was a tense silence before April flung her selves towards you with her arms wide open as if her smaller height could hide the sight before you. She calls your name in a squeaky voice and a nervous smile. “Y-you’re home early! You didn’t text me or something!”

“I did text you, a couple of minutes ago actually.” You finally reply, voice calm but your eyes constantly switching from her sweaty face to the turtle men. You thought the rat population in New York was going to be the worst thing you’d experience. Is this why your mother was pushing for you to go to California? “April, what’s going on?”

She gnawed on her lip before dropping her arms and grasping your shoulders. “Listen, don’t freak out. They’re my friends! They’re harmless.”

“Yeah, we’d never hurt you!” Calls one of the turtle men which frankly, made you startle. One of them smacks his arm and he shrugs in response.

“Are you sure? Are they hurting you?” You ignore their commotion and look into the woman’s eyes, looking for any trace of fear in those brown eyes. “Did they bribe you or something?”

“No, no! They’d never, promise. We’re cool, we know each other way back.” She assures you. Her voice is firm and you can sense she’s being genuine. You drop your shoulders and take a sigh before going forward, closer to the four figures. The three stay firm on their feet, but they seem to tense up a bit.

The reporter bounds up beside you. “These are my vigilante-ninja friends. That’s Donatello,” she points to the guy on the left, who was the tallest and wore a purple bandana and a ton of tech and bobs all over. He waved with a small smile. You see the three fingered hand but you looked at his eyes and politely nodding.

“Raphael,” the middle one was a stocky guy and wore red. He grunted at you, but didn’t do anything else.

“I’m Michelangelo! Call me Mikey, or you can call me yours.” The right one, the one who piped in earlier, interrupted April and did a little curtsy. You managed to stifle a snort but smiled at his little display. He wore orange.

“And this is Leonardo.” She finally points to the guy on the couch. He still wasn’t conscious and you were starting to get concerned. You eye the blue bandana turtle a little more before looking back to April.

“I’m–”

“Oh, we know your name already! It’s (name), right?” Mikey pops in with a charming grin. You nod slowly and look at April a bit suspiciously.

“Okay, introduction aside.” You finally say. “What’s happening here?”

“We were fighting some punks down 6th when this guy had a nasty knife,” Raphael sniffs before pausing. “Did some deep gashes on Leo and takin’ him out before I could beat his lil’ ass.” That would explain the purple bruises around his face and neck.

“We were gonna book it to the lair but April’s place was the closest,” Donatello says to April. “Well, yours and April’s.”

“He’s been bleeding out ever since. It’s the first they’ve come to me like this,” April worriedly says. She murmurs your name. “Can you help him, please? I… I know you do teeth stuff but-”

“I am a doctor, you know.” You chortle. “Doctor of dentistry, yeah. But a doctor still.” You lay down your bags in a corner of the room and start tying up your hair. “Okay, I got my stuff in my room to do some sutures. I need some bowls to catch the water when I clean the wounds.” April nods and hurries to the kitchen to fetch said bowls.

“Um,” You start and you look at the three figures. “Are you... Guys alright with helping out?”

Donatello nods with a smile. “I’m usually the one playing doctor, so it’ll be great to actually learn from one!” Mikey puts up two thumbs up and Raphael nods.

You smile at them for the first time. They were kinda nice after all. “I don’t know how I’ll be as a teacher, but I’ll try.” You fidget with your hands a little, a little shy with your request. “Donatello can help me out with patching up Leonardo. I… actually need you guys to start boiling some macaroni for dinner…”

Raphael was a bit stunned. God, who asks strangers to cook for them! “D-don’t worry! I actually bought a lot of stuff so it should feed all of us. I just need you to boil the macaroni and cut up some carrots if you would.”

“Hell yeah, Chef Mikey makin’ an appearance!” Mikey, the sunshine boy that was starting to grow on you, gladly agreed. “Don’t worry about it, sweetcheeks. We’ll get to cooking!” You give him the groceries you bought earlier and he hustles into the kitchen, tugging at Raphael to follow.

As soon as you assembled all your supplies that you extracted to your room and with the bowls from April, you and Donatello get to work.

You first cleaned out the forearm wound and Donatello did the same to the thigh gash. It was kind of amazing the guy didn’t rouse from the sting of the antiseptic, but he must be really out of it. You first let him watch you do the stitch so he can replicate it on the other wound.

When he gets the hang of it, he starts threading the needle through the skin and making locks to stitch the wound shut. In no time, you both have the wounds shut and are now cleaning up the left blood and caring for the minor injuries the turtle has.

It was when you waddled back from the kitchen for some ice for the bruise on his face that the man finally wakes up, and you instantly feel the tense stare in the electric blue eyes. You immediately stop in your step, the ice freezing your fingers but his stare rooting you to the floor.

Donatello was fretting at his brother, seeing as the man laying was tense and thus straining at the fresh sutures. “Leo, calm down! You’re gonna open up the stitches!”

“Yeah Leo bro, just chill. Dinner’s coming up soon!” Mikey sang from the kitchen. Raphael wanders in from behind you and goes to Leo. He immediately takes the other side of the couch, just standing there with a worried look in his eyes.

“You doin’ good, bro?” Raph gruffs at Leo. The former finally takes his eyes off you and lets out a weary sigh.

“Yeah. Just… a little woozy.” The man finally talks. He puts a hand to his face, and that gets you moving. You approach him and he trains his eyes at you again.

He has the most beautiful eyes you’ve seen.

Oh my god, focus. Jesus, (name).

You clear your throat before speaking. “Here. For your bruise.” You hand the towel-wrapped ice, and he slowly accepts it. You fight the urge to jump when your fingers touch. When the cold touches his face, he lets out a sigh and deflates into the couch. Raph lets out a snort and you smile a bit.

“Call on me when you need something, Donatello.” You lightly tap said turtle’s shoulder. “I’ll get into the kitchen and have Mikey join you. I hope you guys like soup.” You say with a smile before bounding for the kitchen. You could feel the weight of their stares at your back.

Mikey was happily chopping up the last carrots when you walk in, and April was straining the macaroni. “I’ll take it from here, Michelangelo. Go join your brothers, yeah?”

“You got it, sweetheart.” He winks as he leaves the station to wash his hands then goes to the living room, an apron still tied on his body. Your eyes wander to the turtle’s footwear (which boggled you, to be honest) before you snapped out of it and started moving. You clean your hands before you start assembling the soup on the stovetop.

There was silence, only the hushed voices of the brothers in the other room and the sound of the fire on the stove to fill. April was a bit hesitant, but she broke the silence first. “Is everything… cool?”

“Y-yeah. The sutures were clean and Donatello’s applying some stuff for his minor injuries.”

“No, I mean the whole…” She waves her hand vaguely in the turtles’ direction. “Are you cool with it?”

“I…” You start. “I’m surprised, yeah. How long have you known these guys?”

“I actually had them as pets when I was a kid.” She smiles, reminiscing about simpler and sweeter times. “When they were un-mutant turtle babies, of course. But they’re like my brothers. I trust them with my whole life.”

You smile at her sincerity, and she seems a bit shy at the vulnerability. “They’re the ones you’ve talked about before- your bestest friends.” She nods. “You told them about me?”

“Yeah. When you replaced my former roommate.” She says. “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, though. I think you understand why I was hesitant to tell you of their existence.”

“No, I get it.” You lay your hand on top of hers. “It’s a big secret. And I promise, my lips are sealed. Besides, you’re like the only friend I made in my entire stay so far.”

She smiles brighter and squeezes your hand. “What about Casey?” She quips.

You snort, and you continue assembling your dinner. “Yeah, sure. Isn’t he your ‘friend’?” You make air quotes and April, in all her grace and beauty, fumbles and gets red.

It only took a while more before you deemed your sopas done. You took out bowls and started pouring them in, before having April help you give out the soup.

Mikey happily chows in the dinner as do the other brothers, albeit a little quieter with their enthusiasm. Leonardo, now sitting upright, was slower in his eating. You and April get your own bowls and eat alongside the brothers in the living room.

Michelangelo finishes his bowl in record time. “It’s really good!” He licks his lips. “Can I get seconds?”

You flush at his praise and you nod, a smile on your face. “Thank you. Yeah, I made a lot.” With a whoop, Mikey flies out of the room, and Donnie follows after him for more servings.

April was talking with the boys, reminiscing about what they found out during their run. This was probably where she got most of her info on her reports. You gather, before bringing the bowl rim to your lips and slurping the rest of the hot soup.

You let out a sigh when you finish, unbeknownst to the eyes that watch you. You get a little red at their stares and April goodheartedly laughs, and you see the blue-eyed turtle quirk his lips a bit.

Jesus, what is happening to me.

As a good host, as your mama raised you well and would materialize and slap you if you didn’t, you collected the finished bowls and dumped them in the sink. As you return, you see the injured turtle being a bit sluggish and that reminds you of something.

“The sutures Donatello and I used were non-absorbable ones, so they need to be removed in about 2 weeks. Please don’t try to move around much for a while, or they’ll reopen.” You say in a calm voice. Those hypnotizing blue eyes are at you again, and you try not to get lulled in. “Your minor scrapes will heal in a few days. You might need some antibiotics and some painkillers for the big wounds, though.”

“We still have some in the lair.” Donatello pipes up.

“If you ever need some more, just tell me. We may have some lying around the clinic.” You smile at him. “Do you have questions?”

“Yeah,” Raphael says and his eyes pierce at you. The bright green of his eyes almost blinds you. Is it normal for them to have such beautiful eyes, what the fuck?

“You’re awfully calm for someone walking into four monsters in their home.” He starts, and Mikey swats at him for calling them ‘monsters’.

You sigh as you look at him. “I admit, I was very surprised and a little scared. But April trusts you a lot. Besides, she’s been talking of ninja vigilantes all this time since I got here. She talks of all the good things you’ve done, all the lives you’ve saved.” You smile back as the brown-haired woman knocks on your shoulder.

“And I just can’t let someone bleed out when I know I can help. It just doesn’t sit right with me.” You look at the sitting turtle and he seems surprised you looked at him. He holds your stare. “I promise I’ll help when I can be of service.”

Michelangelo looks at you in awe. “That’s really cool of you, dudette.” He bounds to you and pats your shoulder. “That totally means we’re friends now!”

You ponder it over, and you think you like that. Friends . “I’d love to have more friends if you’d have me.”

“Yeah, for sure!” Donatello beams up.

“It’s getting late.” Leonardo finally speaks, and he slowly stands. You rush to give him the small paper bag that contains some medicine.

“Here. Drink one white tablet every 6 hours for pain, and the one yellow-and-red capsule two times a day after meals to fight off infection.” Your hands feel tingly when they touch his three-fingered one, but he accepts the small bag with a thankful smile that went straight to your fuzzy stomach.

Oh my GOD.

“Thank you. Truly.” He says, to you, and your voice almost squeaks.

“Y-yeah. This should last you for 5 days. If the painkillers don’t work or if you feel you need more, please contact April and she’ll tell me.”

He nods, and they get ready to leave. Leonardo straps on the katanas that were on the coffee table (they were really shiny and they seem well-loved) and has Raphael assisting him as they leave through the window. You decide you don’t comment on it, you’ll most likely see them go in and out of it in the future.

They wave bye to April and you before they jump out. Your heart immediately plummets to your stomach and you rush to the window, and you watch the four shadows that leaped beautifully in the air. You immediately worry over Leonardo and his wounds, but the two connected shadows seem to do less acrobatic jumps and stick to simply getting over roofs as quickly as possible.

They long have disappeared from the view but you’re stuck to the window, still looking and staring. April taps your backside and that gets you moving again, and you start cleaning the space.

As your body goes through the motion of cleaning up, your mind wonders and your heart is beating pretty wildly. The telltale sign of your stomach feeling so light and fuzzy has you alarmed and you are brought to a possible conclusion.

Tangina. You have a crush on a mutant ninja turtle.

[lovetorn]

Life Was A Willow [Part 1]

Witch Hunter!Dream x Witch!Fem!Reader

Part 2 Part 3

Summary: it's always been hunters vs. witches, right?

Word Count: 3.7k+

Warnings for part 1: violence, swearing

A/N: AHHHH !! It's finally here !! i'm going to be posting this in parts, originally 2, but looking at it now, it may even possibly be 3 parts. i've been working on this for months and i'm extremely happy with it !! i hope you guys love it as much as i do !!

The leaves of the willow tree rustle loudly whilst Y/n kneels in front of the raspberry bush. With each piece of the fruit, her fingertips are stained with a deep magenta as she plucks them off of the branches. Bark and twigs dig into her knees sharply when she reaches forward to grasp one last raspberry, but before she has the chance to pick it, the sound of horse hooves galloping on the dirt startle her.

“Ma’am! Are you alright?” A deep voice calls. Y/n sighs, standing from her spot on the ground before she turns around.

Five men on tan horses surround her. Her heart skips a beat when she recognises their uniforms. Witch hunters. With the nod of her head, Y/n smiles. “I’m doing just fine, gentlemen! Thank you for your concern.”

Although, she doesn’t recognise any of their faces—especially the man in a mask. The girl tilts her head at the sight of it; hardly any hunters wear a mask. But, what confuses her more is the taunting smile drawn lazily across the white ceramic. “Are you sure? There’s a whole lot of danger in these parts, sweetheart!”

Y/n almost rolls her eyes but stops before they catch onto her. “I promise, I’m completely fine.” She wishes she could see the expression of the man in the mask.

None of the hunters reply before they kick the sides of their horses and ride off in the opposite direction they came. Panic sets in as Y/n drops her basket of berries and sets off into a sprint, her skirts catching under her feet.

Being this far from home with hunters close-by is risky, Y/n knows this. But the raspberry bush had just ripened and she promised Wilbur she would bake him a raspberry cheesecake in return for repairing her wand.

Her lungs burn as she pushes open the small wooden gate that surrounds the house.

“Niki!” Y/n yells, her voice cracking slightly in fear. Her friend spins around from her spot in the garden. “Y/n! Take a look at the rose—“

Y/n only shakes her head, turning back in panic. “Hunters.”

“Quickly then, get inside, we must inform Wilbur.”

The pair rush into the cottage, Niki’s rose bush and Y/n’s basket of berries left behind.

The back door slams against the wall, only to be shut and locked as soon as it was opened. Wilbur stands from his spot at the dining table with a puzzled expression.

“How many?” Wilbur runs a hand over his face.

“A whole army. The King’s been busy; there’s a lot of new faces.”

The man sighs deeply. He turns to face Niki, who sits on the kitchen stool with a look of fear on her face. Y/n swallows and peers out of the small window. She sees a flash of white and the sound of an arrow cutting the air. “They’re here. They’ve followed me.”

—

Niki is the first to exit the house, her hands out in front of her. She clenches her jaw as she feels tingles through her muscles, her eyes shaped like crescent moons. The sound of branches cracking and leaves crunching makes her throw her hand to her right, which earns a distant cry as a hunter is thrown backwards.

Wilbur hurries around the house in search of his staff while Y/n whispers angrily at him to hurry up. The man lets out a quiet squeal when he spots it leaning against the living room wall and faces Y/n. He exhales, nodding once to tell her to go out the back door.

Y/n moves silently whilst passing windows and eventually through the door. Her eyes dart in every direction as she steps onto the dirt beneath her. The only sound is the snapping of bows and faint cries from the front of the house.

“Witch!” A voice calls. Y/n lifts her hands up, flecks of glitter-like sparkles falling from her fingertips. “We come to you on behalf of the King; he wishes to discuss potential alliances with you.”

Y/n struggles to distinguish where the voice comes from before there’s a hand on her back and she’s being pushed to the ground. She scowls and turns to face the person behind her; a man with a white bandana tied around his head.

Y/n jumps up instantly, moving her finger in a circular motion until the man’s feet begin to lift off the ground.

“Hey, hey! No!” He yells, scrambling to grasp the sword attached to his back. Y/n raises an eyebrow as she gets a closer look at the weapon.

“A diamond sword? Huh? Did Technoblade give you that?”

The man visibly stills, his hands fumbling the sword as he brings it up beside his face. “Yeah, what about it?”

Y/n shakes her head, a sad smile on her cheeks. “Nothing, Techno’s an old friend of mine. Tell me, is he well?”

The squeal of an arrow stops the man from answering her question. Y/n steps back when the sharp object swizzles past her head. “That wasn’t very nice.”

She chooses to pay no attention to the other hunter, who hides behind a tree and instead focuses on the one in front of her.

“Are you new?” Y/n asks calmly.

The man nods before Y/n lowers him back onto his feet. “Name. Now. That’s not a question but a demand.”

“Sapnap.”

Y/n squints at him. “Odd.”

“Y/n! We need help!” Wilbur calls from the opposite side of the house. Y/n sighs and places her hands back to her sides. The man with the diamond sword narrows his eyes at her, jerking his neck to the side to stretch it.

Y/n sighs in annoyance and sweeps him to the side, the roots from Niki’s rose bushes wrapping tightly around his body; not enough to hurt him, but to keep him immobile.

Y/n goes to step in the direction of the front of the house but is stopped by the man in the mask. A bow and quiver sit on his back and Y/n glances at them, planning on destroying them. “Don’t even think about it.”

Y/n is taken aback by the man’s forwardness and watches as he draws a dagger from his boot. Y/n raises her hands again, her eyes turning to slits as she awaits the man’s next moves.

As anticipated, he lunges forward, the knife tightly held in his fist. Y/n swiftly dodges, her hands moving majestically around to form a divet in the ground for him to fall into. However, she is quickly mistaken when he spins on his heel and steps over the growing hole.

“Nice tactic,” The man teases. “But not good enough.” Y/n is annoyed that she can’t see his face—she'd love to see what it’d look like after this.

Y/n rolls her eyes, a bored look on her face. She sighs deeply and steps into a fighting stance. She notices the man doing the same.

“Nice footwork,” Y/n says, stomping one foot into the earth before it starts to vibrate. “But not good enough.”

The man’s face falls and pales behind his mask as vines come to conceal his feet. Y/n smirks as he falls onto the dirt with a thump. The man lays with his back against the ground and his arms outstretched as Y/n stands above him.

She smiles at him—her grin is more genuine than usual, which is odd considering the circumstances—and leans down and places her mouth near his ear. “You know, you did pretty well for being a new hunter.”

The man scoffs then laughs in response. “Thanks.”

—

A hunter draws his sword, one made out of netherite, and Wilbur’s eyes grow in shock. “How did you get that?”

The man smirks and lifts the weapon high into the air. He brings it down towards Wilbur, who quickly matches the hunter’s strength with his staff. The two objects clash against one another and white light begins to seep through the lines in the staff.

Wilbur inhales sharply at the sight and pushes the man away with all his might. His staff starts to vibrate and soon the wood cracks in various places.

“Wil, move!” Y/n comes from behind him, her hands out wide as she lifts the hunter into the air and towards a tree. His body slams against the bark, making pieces fall onto the grass before branches weave around the man, enclosing him in a cocoon.

“Thanks,” Wilbur smiles, although it falters when he notices his staff becoming weak. “But I think it’s the end for this guy.”

Y/n frowns, her fingers caressing the cracked wood. “We can’t repair this. You must go to Quackity, he’ll be able to fix it.”

“I can’t fix this.”

Y/n’s jaw goes slack before she stands from the long table. “Alex! Why not?”

Quackity stifles a sly laugh as he rounds the table, picking up the broken staff on the way past. “It’s beyond repair. You see, when netherite and magical objects mix, the netherite completely destroys any magic within it. Therefore making it impossible to fix.”

Wilbur rolls his eyes, “We know that already, Sherlock, which is why we brought it to you thinking you could help us. But you clearly can’t, so we’ll be on our way.”

Quackity’s eyes widen and he drops the stick onto the table once more. “No! I–I can fix it, just give me a few days.”

Y/n raises an eyebrow, suspicious of his sudden enthusiasm. She slams the staff onto the table from Quackity’s hands and looks him in the eye. “No fucking around, okay, Alex? You fix this staff or there will be consequences. Got it?”

The man looks around his cave in search of something. Y/n squints as she watches him duck under rocks and dodge around cauldrons.

“Karl? Have you got any wands?” He calls down a hallway. Y/n and Wilbur meet gazes, his eyes moving towards the staff before Quackity returns in a hurry.

“Well, I haven’t got a wand to cast a promising spell, but if you come back in 2 days, I’ll guarantee this staff will be good as new and back in business,” He smiles, snatching the wood from the table. “Free of charge, just for you.”

Wilbur nods hesitantly, glancing at Y/n before he stands. “Okay. See you then, I guess.”

Quackity grins. He slowly shifts his weight to his other foot as he waits for them to leave. But Y/n isn’t finished.

“If you trick us, Alex. I swear to god I will take that little hat if yours and shove it right—”

The younger man shakes his head, “There will be no need! I’d never trick you! I just want to help my friends.”

Wilbur winces on the word ‘friends’ and ducks his head as he exits the cave. “See you!” Quackity says before Y/n follows in suit.

“Karlos, we’ve got work to do!”

“Down this way!”

Dream’s eyes drift towards the small cottage he and the hunters were at yesterday. Sapnap rolls his neck and groans in pain. “You’d think they’d wait a few days before going out again.”

Dream ignores his friend’s complaints as the group nears the house. The tidy garden and ivy that intertwined along the roof are torn and disrupted, and Dream feels slightly guilty looking at the damage they did. But, upon arrival, the house is empty.

“It’s been abandoned!” A brunette hunter yells in confusion. Dream twists his lips and narrows his eyes at a faint snap a few feet away. The silence is deafening as he realises everyone else heard it too. “Don’t move. We’ve been ambushed.”

The men look up towards the trees above them; the canopy appears darker than usual. Suddenly, a hunter behind Dream yelps, and as he turns around to see what happened, the man is gone. This causes a collective gasp amongst the group, fear coursing through their veins.

“Hello, boys!” A voice calls from the trees. The hunters whip their head around, trying to decipher which direction it came from and readies their swords. However, Dream remains calm. He only raises his eyebrow at the sound of the voice continuing. “Lovely seeing you here.”

Another yell echoes through the group and another and another until only Dream and Sapnap remain.

“Hey, Snapmap. Can I call you that? Or is that only reserved for your friends?”

The younger boy furrows his eyebrows as his eyes lay on Y/n, floating down from the trees. Dream watches the same girl he fought yesterday, fling Sapnap’s sword away with the swish of her fingers. The pair tilt their heads at the action and remain quiet when Y/n begins laughing. “Calm down, you’re acting like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Dream feels someone behind him and then he turns around and swings his sword in one movement. He’s met with a slightly taller man, who immediately forces his sword backwards and onto the dirt.

Dream’s eyes widen before he brings his fists up. “This isn’t a fair fight.”

Wilbur struggles to contain his giggle as he meets Y/n’s gaze. “You want to take this one?”

Y/n nods and lifts her hands to drag Dream across the forest floor towards her. Dream is startled as he regains his balance. “Nice seeing you again, mask boy.”

“Can’t say I feel the same, witch,” Y/n smirks at his serious tone before she shoots her hand to the side to gather a sword from one of the hunters who sits tied to the branches above them.

“Get your sword, it’ll be a fair fight.”

Dream bends down to pick up his netherite sword, its purple aura intimidating to the iron one Y/n holds. “No magic.”

Y/n rolls her eyes. “Got it.”

And with the sound of metal scraping against metal, the fight begins.

Y/n steps back as Dream moves forwards. He bounces on the balls of his feet and adjusts his grip on the sword before he lunges forward. Y/n is quick to sidestep the sharp edge before she retaliates with her own movement. The pair continue barely missing each other, the interaction being a friendly fight rather than a deadly one. Y/n shifts her weight to her back foot as she watches Dream’s sword swing between them.

“What’s your name, anyway? I know Sapnap’s, so what’s yours?” Y/n asks, out of breath slightly. Dream squints as he dodges her swing at his abdomen. “Dream.”

“Well, Dream, you’re good with a sword. I’m Y/n, by the way.” Y/n mumbles, and what she doesn’t see is Dream’s cocky smile. She doesn’t question his odd name like she did with Sapnap yesterday, and it makes his stomach turn.

The pair stop for a second, staring at each other before Dream’s blade cuts the air and barely misses Y/n’s shoulder. The girl gasps at the closeness and scolds him.

In Dream’s moment of victory, and distraction, Y/n thrusts forwards, her sword coming to a halt at Dream’s throat. “I win. Again.”

Dream gulps. The feeling of the sharp point so prominent on his skin scares him. But, the soft look in Y/n’s eye tells him she’s not going to kill him. And as she begins to lower her sword, Dream’s foot sweeps under hers, causing her to tumble forward. There’s a dull thud of bodies hitting the dirt, and Y/n knows exactly where she is.

“I—Uh,” Dream mumbles, his hands hovering over Y/n’s hips as she lays on top of him.

“Thanks for that.” She murmurs. Dream hums and tries to help her maneuver off of him. The pair eventually stand and avoid eye contact, despite keeping it for close to 8 minutes straight previously.

“Get a room!” Sapnap yells from the tree. There’s a small grumble of laughter from the other hunters and Y/n shakes her head.

“How do you plan on getting down, Snapmap?” The youngest boy’s expression turns sour. Dream tilts his head back to observe the other hunters and laughs lightly—his throaty chuckle making Y/n look at him.

“Well, have fun!” Y/n calls as she slips away, but not before she bids Dream goodbye.

The hunters trudge through the castle gates with defeated expressions and their outfits muddy. The group share collective groans of pain as they walk the grounds, their muscles aching.

“What was all that between you and that witch?” Sapnap asks Dream whilst they enter the Hunters Wing of the castle. Dream shrugs and strips himself of his jacket, hanging it on the peg on the wall next to them.

The Hunters Wing of the castle is a large area with corridors of bedrooms and even more rooms for dining, training, cooking, reading, and more. The training room, however, is the largest out of all of them. Its high ceilings and concrete pillars make for a great place for target practice, surprise attack run-throughs, and performing hand-to-hand combat.

Dream spends most of his time here; Sapnap pokes fun at him for his constant preparation for new opportunities, but their other best friend, and the Prince, George, just applauds him for his determination—which eventually makes Sapnap agree.

“Nothing, and her name’s Y/n.” Dream’s lack of answer causes Sapnap to sigh loudly as he sits on the bench to untie his boots.

“Bullshit.” He exasperates. “There was definitely something there and you know it. But you better get over it, it's forbidden.”

Dream rolls his eyes and shrugs one shoulder. “Not forbidden, just frowned upon.”

Sapnap drops his shoes onto the cobblestone ground abruptly, groaning at his best friend before he stands and walks towards his bedroom. “You are such a—”

“Sapnap!” A new voice startles the boy, and Dream grins as soon as he recognises it.

“Georgie, don’t scare me like that, you idiot,” Sapnap whines, jogging over to the Prince to lightly punch his shoulder.

“Please, if that scared you then I’d consider you a—” Another light punch to his shoulder stops George from continuing.

“No swearing, Gogy,” Dream snickers as he walks towards the pair, heaving his duffle bag he collected from the cubby hole. He reaches his hand down to George’s cheek before pinching it. “Wouldn’t want to ruin your image.”

George shrugs both of the boys off of him with a scowl. “Get off of me, the both of you.”

Sapnap only giggles at George’s attempt at swatting their hands away, his own hand coming up to cover his smile. Dream places his bag on the floor, smirking, before letting out a soft laugh.

“Anyways, Dream had a moment with one of the witches today.”

George’s eyebrows raise as he turns to look at Dream, who rolls his eyes at the topic again. “Is she pretty?”

Dream goes to reply, yes, and she can fight really, really well, but Sapnap is quick to shut down his chance.

“George, it’s forbidden, why don’t you disapprove of this?” Sapnap’s brows furrow as he throws his hands around. Dream crosses his arms over his chest, irritated that he’s brought it up again, and now to the Prince.

The eldest shrugs. “I find magic more interesting and worth learning about, than dangerous. It would be so cool to have powers like that, don't you think?”

Sapnap groans again. “Ugh! You guys are so weird. Talk to me when you come to your senses about how it's destroying our world rather than helping it.” And ignoring Dream and George’s calls, he stalks to his room, leaving the pair in the training room.

“He’ll come around.” The Prince mumbles.

However, Dream doesn't say anything, picks up his duffle bag from the floor and takes off in the opposite direction, leaving George alone.

“Pricks.”

Y/n sits on the rocking chair on the patio of the cottage, a spellbook in her lap and a mug of lavender tea in her hand. The wind picks up slightly, making the leaves rustle and the trees sway around her. The chair rocks softly and the creaks of the house comfort her—especially in a time when everything is unknown.

As she goes to bring the cup to her lips, Y/n is startled by an object flying at her. She throws her opposite hand up to stop it before it hits her, the force causing the rocking chair to tilt backwards.

Y/n feels a sharp edge on her palm and her heart skips a beat. As she moves her hand away, she notices that the object is, in fact, not a dagger, but an envelope. She exhales loudly and feels her heart rate slow down from its once rapid beating.

Y/n examines the letter as it floats in front of her face and then grasps it in her fingers. The envelope is crisp and white and is closed with a red wax seal. The signature can only mean one thing: the Castle.

Opening the letter, there is a single white card with black calligraphy: Y/n, wait for the signal and I’ll meet you after dark, at the abandoned cottage that is East of the castle. We can talk then. –C

The witch furrows her eyebrows. C? Who is C?

She chooses against notifying Wilbur and Niki about the letter, and instead, slots it into her spellbook and takes a sip of her tea.

But, Y/n notices a return address on the card before she tucks it away, and flicks her hand back over her shoulder to summon a pen and paper. The pen stills in front of the card, waiting for Y/n to instruct it on what to write.

“Dear, C,” Y/n starts, she ponders for a moment before continuing. “I’ll be waiting for the signal, I hope it’s grand.”

Puckering her lips, Y/n swirls her finger around to fold the letter up and sends it back inside to package it.

The envelope, now sealed with periwinkle wax, flies out of the floor and then up into the sky and out of sight. Y/n sighs, mindlessly fiddling with the corner of the card she received.

Ok, she’ll meet them after dark. Whoever they are.