#bandage on her arm and pigtails and all

[hidingoutbackstage]

My first ever digital art and it’s going to be Ashley and Manuela of course. 2025 will be the year of Ashuela, dammit! This art is meant to be Ash meeting Manuela who has been locked up.

[yayll]

omg PLSPLSPLS GIVE US GIRLDAD!DAZAI!!! Im literally so obsessed w ur work and luv luv luv reading it <3

just wanna say thank u so much anon for sending in the CUTEST request ever i have never thought abt it this way and when i finally did it was over for me. it wrote itself. THANK U FOR LIKING MY WORK THATS SO SWEET AHHH :') i keep getting ill so srry it's a lil late but i am so thankful for you trusting me w ur concept. mwahhhh.

~ a little something about girldad!Dazai simply trying his best, and loving it ~

Dazai never thought the day would come when his life finally felt complete. First, you happened to him and that was something he couldn't even fathom in a million lifetimes. It wasn't meant for him, and letting love into his heart felt like going against the nature of things. He struggled with it for a long time, pushing you away and making sure you realized this wasn't something worth pursuing... but you never relented, and he stopped fighting the longing for something more. You made him feel it was okay to want, to yearn, to need. And so came along every single repressed desire he had ever had. The love between you bloomed, and he thought this was the height of it all; The bandages he wore over his body were no longer grim reminders of his lack of humanity and the masks he wore on the daily. Those frayed wraps of fabric were symbols of love returning, of patience, of a lived in soul, and he no longer had to maintain them alone. He had you.

And then one day, he suddenly had a little girl in his life.

Another life to nurture and to start anew with, and his fear was that he yet again could not redeem himself from his past, but he was determined for her, for you and for himself to not let that be the case. When you gave him the most precious thing he didn't think he ever wanted nor could ever have, that was the day he vowed to be the epitome of a true figure worth looking up to. Osamu Dazai, the family man! Dad of the year!

... Except today, when he woke up late to take the apple of his eye to preschool. You were out of town, and though you eventually claimed to have faith in his solo parenting skills, it was a complete leap of faith. He comforted you for hours, how hard could it be? He can be both parents at once! How cruel of you to even doubt him. He remembers the look on your face when he slammed the door on you while holding your precious angel in his arms, both of them giggling while they waved you off as if they rehearsed it.

Aaaand now he realized why you were so worried. He looks at the time and he springs out of bed, running off to her bedroom. She even sleeps like a little lamb, he thinks to himself. He rushes at her side and softly turns her over.

"Little love, wake uuupppp..."

She pouts, shaking her head as she shifts in her sleep. He sighs and tries again a little more desperately.

"If you wake up, that will be really good for daddy, otherwise mommy will kill me! Up we go!"

He picks her up, and she rubs her eyes as Dazai does the most rushed morning routine ever.

He gets her dressed, though the socks don't match, and when he does her pigtails, they're lopsided. How do you do it?! And now he has to FEED her?! He stuffs a few handfuls of cereal into his mouth while giving her a proper bowl, but they're so late he thinks they should just start walking now.

"Take the bowl with you, we can do this thing called eat and walk! Yes?"

"'Kay, daddy!"

She simply giggles, not understanding how dire it is for her to make it today. She holds onto her cereal bowl as he grabs her backpack, both of them walking out into the street. Dazai's fast walking and her bowl sloshes a bit as she tries to match his pace and eat at the same time.

She's waddling adorably, and he gets lost in watching her carefully while also literally getting lost finding the school. He stops at the crosswalk, and thinks to himself. She looks up at him with a milk mustache, and her soft melodic voice rings once more like a voice of reason. She points to the right.

"That way! hehe."

Dazai has no time to fact check this, and at this point she's parenting him. You'd pass out of laughter if you could see him right now. They rush towards the school, and when he drops her off at the gate, he gives her a big kiss on her forehead.

"I love you, okay? Now give daddy the cereal bowl. How yum was that?"

She cheers, smiling wide.

"Yum!!!!"

He smirks, and takes the bowl. At least he got that right, that smile alone is worth every late start to his mornings. He waves at her as she enters the school, and forgets he's holding the bowl still, her teacher looking at him like he's deranged. You were so proud to hear that his first time parenting alone went so smooth! What you didn't know was that your little girl did most of the work keeping him on track. Still counts, right?

Another time he was exemplary was when he had just given her a bath and you were supervising to make sure he got her routine down.

"Osamu, that's the conditioner. The shampoo is over there."

You laugh while pointing at the clearly marked bottle. He rolls his eyes, smirking as he continues to rub it in her little swirl of dark hair.

"Oh please, I knew that. This makes it soft! And all detangled... It's a better routine, trust me. This is so much better."

He was totally bullshitting, he had no idea there was more than one hair product ever. This is the same man who used to find showers foreign and eat canned crab for every meal. You simply nodded, seeing right through his facade. But it was all so endearing watching your daughter splash the water on his face and play with rubber duckies, it was a dream come true. It was a dream you knew was more precious to him than anything, so you let him have his fun.

Once bath time is over, he places her on the bed in her diaper and walks out to grab her a change of clothes. Uh oh, he forgot today was laundry day! He walks back into the room a few moments later, thinking of how to pivot without having to bother you when he sees his little angel wrapped head to toe in a full roll of his bandages. His eyes go wide at the sight of the wrapped up toddler, and he laughs nervously as he rushes over while she has the time of her life squealing and rolling around the bed. He pretends to be mad.

"Little love! That's not clothes, silly! That's for daddy only, you have your own."

She simply disregards this, her mind focusing on how hilarious it would be if she just started making bubbles with her saliva instead. Dazai chuckles again, and puts his hands on his hips.

"Oh, such attitude! You know, l'm gonna have to do it... Remember when I told you about daddy's old job? I'm gonna have to get mean againnn..~"

He immediately launches himself onto the bed, tickling her through the thick fabric, and when you rush over you find them both just collapsed on the bed, Dazai counting her fingers and toes in order to distract her enough to unwrap her. Luckily, you had a spare onesie for her to save the day... even if it took the both of you to get her out of her improvised outfit. What a strong willed little one! You hoped this wasn't a special abillity developing...

It's no surprise she's a daddy's girl either, a mini Dazai at her core with your balancing characteristics on the surface. She was a little menace, sticking her tongue out at dogs every time she saw them because Dazai would do the same. He would even go as far as to help her dress like her hero! Of course you both had a stroke when you saw how tightly she wore that bolo tie, but the laugh after was worth the worry... After you scolded both of them... but it proved useless against two of the most experienced charmers you've ever met. You just couldn't win.

You especially could never get used to the sight after a long day of existing in the real world, simply watching her climb up to the couch and playing with Dazai's hair as she nuzzles herself into his shoulder, right in the crook of his neck. It was just as intense for his poor little heart as well. The way she'd yank on a strand while he pretended to be asleep was priceless, or when she'd stick her finger in his nose, causing him to have a sneezing fit soon after. It was almost karmic the way she both adored him and put him in his place, just like you.

"Daddy has brown hair because he drinks chocolate milk."

"Daddy stinks today. Throw him away!"

"Daddy looks like a mummy. Do you like mummies?"

"Who's Kunikida? He yelled at daddy today, it was funny!"

She'd babble on about all kinds of curious nonsense. You'd simply nod and agree. She was never wrong!

But what really got to you was watching her pass out on his head after hours of playtime, and the way Dazai would finally open his eyes with that smug smile of his, scooping her up and carefully taking her to bed. He tucks her in, whispering about all the adventures they'll have tomorrow and the days after. About all the rules they'll break together, and mysteries they'll solve when he takes her to work with him. He doesn't tell bedtime stories per se, but he spends all his time having actual conversations with her until she dozes off because he cannot believe this is a little extension of him and he's just as fascinated with knowing her the way she is with him. With life.

She's full of it, something he wasn't for a long time, and it brings him to tears when he sometimes thinks about it too long in private.

You're both his life and he didn't realize he could still feel regret like he does when he thinks of all the times he spent trying to end his own existence. It's a whole different world, and sure, he also loves to use her as an excuse to continue to slack off at work, and maaaybe he likes to sometimes force Atsushi to turn so she can pet him like the giant cat he is out of both their own entertainment, but dying is no longer the priority. It hasn't been for a long time, and he thinks he's doing an okay job... At being a dad, at being a human, at belonging in this world.

When he finally gets in bed with you, he feels whole. He also feels impish when he turns over and whispers.

"Maybe it's time for another, hm?~"

Oops!

[teacupwrites]

Quietest Girl In Town Epilogue

Pain. That was all you felt. Where were you? What was happening? Why couldn’t you see?

You tried to move, only to feel a deeper ache in your arms and back. A shaky breath slipped from your lips, and you gripped the tight sheets of where you lay. Wait, you were laying down in a bed.

There was a thin, slightly uncomfortable blanket covering your figure as you eased into the rickety mattress. So you had been asleep, was all of that just a dream? If that was the case, then why couldn’t you open your eyes?

Suddenly, your ears rang, to the point where it began to hurt. You winced in agony, but couldn’t move too much without causing your muscles to spasm out in pain.

Then, as the sound eased, you heard gentle, quiet footsteps. It felt as though the person who was coming towards you was trying to be quiet, as to not harm your fragile ears.

You hated that you couldn’t move, only observe. You were weak, and you despised it. 

“Y/n?...” a voice called, but it sounded so… far away. It sounded like it was from a completely different realm.

But it was familiar, and you wanted to find it. You reached out through the dark abyss, working through the tangles of agony and pain to try and find the voice. Then, as you did, you reached through.

You slowly peeked your eyes open, bright white lights blinding you and making you hiss and recoil in pain. It took you a moment, but you managed to slowly open your eyes.

Sitting above you was a girl, eyes bright green and hair dark and braided into pigtails. Her skin was a warm olive, her smile only making her appearance all the more friendly and welcoming.

Wait… you knew who she was.

“Penny?” you croaked, your throat screeching in pain as you tried to speak.

But despite it, you tried to talk again. But as you did, Penny leaned down and gently hushed you, running her hand along your forehead. From what you could tell, your head was wrapped, by bandages, most likely.

“You took quite the fall,” she replied, kneeling down beside your bed. “We all did, but you had it the worst.”

You had it the worst? So the accident did happen, the roller coaster really did crash. Had everyone lived? All your friends? Constance, Ricky, Noel, Ocean?...

You reached out, gently grabbed Penny’s hand, looking up at her with a pleading gaze.

“Mischa���” you whispered, voice hoarse. “Where’s Mischa?”

Penny almost laughed, gently planting a kiss upon your cheek, comforting you with a smile.

“Mischa is fine, but gods he was fretting about you forever,” she groaned, rolling her eyes. “God he sat by you for hours.”

You pursed your lips in delight, reaching out to beckon out to Penny. She took your gesture, helping you sit upright. As you looked down, you looked down at your figure. 

Most of your body was covered in bandages, a simple hospital gown adorned your figure, the cloth thin and leaving you slightly cold. You were horribly thinner than you last recalled, then again, you must’ve lost a lot of weight.

With a little bit of struggle, you were aided to your feet, only to nearly topple over onto Penny. Looking down again, you tried to observe what was wrong. It was your leg.

Your leg was broken, wrapped tightly in a cast. Geez, the accident must’ve totaled you much more than you had previously assumed.

You were snapped from your thoughts as your friend aided you, handing you a pair of crutches. Admittedly, you fumbled around a bit the first couple times you tried to use them, but with practice, you mastered using the crutches.

Penny then led you out of your hospital room, causing you to once again be blinded by the lights. She guided you along the hallways, taking you over to where you could get a change of clothes.

She helped dress you in a pastel yellow sweater, some sweatpants and comfy shoes. As she did so, she told you all of what you missed.

It had been six months since the accident, and almost everyone had healed from their wounds, and had been doing well. 

Though Penny displayed no memories of the strange after death you had experienced, you wondered if the others did. You wondered if Mischa remembered, specifically.

Days went by like years, as you were confined to the hospital till you could get up and move around without the aid of Penny. It took forever, but you slowly able to hobble around with your crutches.

Boy were you excited to see everyone, as Penny had informed you that they were unaware that you healed much faster than expected.

The first person you visited was Ricky, showing up at his house. You were unexpectedly greeted by his mother, who was delighted to see you okay, showering you in love before even letting you see Ricky.

He was equally excited, shaking hands signing to tell you that he did indeed remember the after death with Karnak, where he could talk and walk. But he was at peace now, and happy to know you were okay.

You had visited Noel next, where you were also nearly squeezed to death by his mother. Noel had apparently been taking French lessons, and was exceeding in the complex language. He had also joined the theater club, and was getting along well with the teacher.

Safe to say that he was taking advantage of his second chance at life, and he was enjoying it. He even had a date with a cute new boy in town. The two of you exchanged stories, before moving on to Ocean and Constance.

Ocean still wasn’t the biggest fan of her parents, and was hanging out with Connie at her parent’s bakery. The two had apparently bonded really well together, and were now actually best friends.

When you wobbled into the bakery, the two basically screamed and came forward to hug you. The two were practically in tears as they nearly squeezed you to death. The amount of joy that erupted from the two was overwhelming to say the least.

But the reunion was nice, and you were given plenty of baked goods before you moved on. 

When Penny had driven you up to Mischa’s home, she rambled on and on about how much he had been worrying about you. He had apparently spoken fondly of you, and visited you a bunch during your coma.

When you came up to his adoptive parent’s house, Penny for some reason insisted that she stay behind in the car, only helping you out. From there, you were on your own, hobbling up to the door and clicking the doorbell with a single press of your finger.

His adoptive mother had come to the door, seeming tipsy and wafting the smoke of her cigarette into your face, but let you in nonetheless. Surprisingly enough, you had to limp down the stairs into the basement of their home, only to find Mischa in a deep slumber on his rather messy bed.

You couldn’t help but smile in amusement, coming over on your crutches, and pausing at his bedside. He slept soundly, rustling every now and then as he clutched his stained pillow closely.

You simply stood there, waiting patiently until he awoke. And when he did, the poor Ukrainian nearly had a heart attack when he saw a girl standing over his bed. But once he got over his little spook, he greeted you with warm arms.

For the first time ever, you saw him cry. Hot tears spilled from his eyes and onto the fabric of your sweater, his arms wrapped tightly around your torso as he held onto you as if you might just disappear.

Mischa then went on to ramble about how he had woken up in the hospital and was so scared that everyone else had died from the accident, that Karnak’s game was all just some kind of nightmare had been forced to live through.

It took you quite some time to relieve and reassure Mischa that you had also in fact remembered the game, and the strong bond that had grown between the two of you during that time.

He spat out his feelings to you much quicker than you imagined, his fears, his hopes, his dreads, all of it. It took him a while, but he got over his little sobbing fit after a moment. But you listened, nodding along.

Silently, the two of you made up with a hug, but as he retracted, it left you yearning for more. No words had to be spoken for the both of you to know you loved each other, but you both stood teetering on eggshells waiting for the other to make a move, or say something.

With the slight help of your crutches, you wobbled forward, before gently shifting yourself upwards towards Mischa. You then paused, hesitance clouding your face before you finally leaned over and gently pecked his lips.

After relishing the moment, you leaned back down, giving the Ukrainian a lopsided smile as your cheeks flushed a warm color.

“I love you,” you stated, blinking up at the flabbergasted Mischa with a look of adoration.

Silently, he circled around to your backside, gently draping his arms over your torso and resting his chin on your head. He gently inhaled, taking in the fresh scent of cookies and fire you had carried.

“я тебе теж люблю.”

I honestly hate this but I just wanted to get it finished

Wrote by yours truly, Blood x

[bittersuitejacobs]

• an unhealthy obsession • Nate Jacobs •

two. the slate cleaned

Summary: In which Ophelia spends the first day of school realising that she is both far more noticeable, and completely unrecognisable to friends and peers alike.

Warnings: obsessive behaviours & stalking.

A/N: 2422 words. this continues to be self indulgent and possibly messy, also just as a warning, but Ophelia is not necessarily a good person, the warnings for this chapter are about her. please let me know what you think!! :)

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So it continues with the pleated skirts and knee high socks and arms full of books and an air of sweetness.

They share several classes this semester - have for years, actually - but if anyone were to ask Nate, he would claim he'd never seen her before that semester started. Ophelia sits at the front of class now, tight sweater and hair in half-up pigtails, but quiet. The aesthetic change had little effect on her academics; she was a good student when she didn't care how she looked, she's still a good student now that she does. Except now she keeps her books in her arms, and backpack that was only really useful as an accessory, rather than in the large thing that had always clung to her before, which had always favoured function over form. The only real change would be her willingness to participate in class, eager to steal the class's attention and get them to notice her, notice the change.

Now, she smiles shyly when others talked to her, and her laugh is one she pretends she hasn't been practicing over summer; pretty, musical, dainty.

Befriending Jules, and by extension Rue, wasn't at all part of the plan, but it was a pleasant side effect. It had been a long time since she'd had a proper friend offline. Now she had two.

Jules is in her first class of the year; art. Initially she doesn't quite recognise Ophelia - something about the hair and the makeup and the shirt at the party seemed so different, she'd said - but lights up once Ophelia jogs her memory. When she asks about the bandage on Jules' arm, the blonde rolls her eyes, tells her about how some drunk asshole threatened her while Ophelia was in the bathroom, so she'd grabbed a knife and threatened him right back before making a spectacle of herself and practically fleeing.

"Rue patched me up, though," she giggled with a faint flush; Ophelia knows what the early stages of a crush looks like, and there's something endearing seeing it on Jules' face now.

Ophelia knows about Rue in kind of a nebulous way, which is the same way Ophelia knows about most people in her year. Bookish and desperate to keep her name out of people's mouths when she'd finally gotten to public school in junior high, and for the past two years of high school, she kept mostly to herself, and satisfied her need for a social life online. Even as she grew restless with that, started attending parties, started taking note of the people around her, she put the effort in to making sure they barely noticed her. These people she'd been in close proximity to were still arguably strangers to her.

But that was changing, and she was glad for it.

At lunch, Jules invites Ophelia along to join her and Rue. A proper meeting with someone she'd run into around school for several years, and sat silently beside at a handful of parties; all of which Rue was too high at to ever event notice her presence at all, which worked just fine for Ophelia at the time.

As if proving this point, Rue asks who she is when Jules waves her over, which only confuses the blonde.

"Lia, I told you I invited her to sit with us."

Rue squints up at Ophelia, who happens to know exactly how Rue looks across her various stages of being high, and knows she's seeing it again now.

"Are you new too?" Is the first thing she asks Ophelia, who's sliding onto the bench on Jules' other side. Ophelia shakes her head, Rue hums for a moment, "I kind of recognise you..."

"We used to share study periods on Thursdays," Ophelia prompts, not that she's sure Rue remembers. It's not as if they actually studied together; Ophelia studied, Rue... was there.

"Didn't you used to be a dirtbag?" Rue tips her head to the side, scrutinising Ophelia now. Ophelia, despite knowing that someone may notice, may make the connection and have questions, was still caught off guard.

"Dress like one? Sure," Ophelia shifted a little awkwardly, avoiding looking at Jules and her confused, silently questioning glance.

"Cool," Rue says nonchalantly after a beat, only adding to confirm her name; "Lia?" And Ophelia gave her a sunny smile, nodding.

The only things Ophelia can fit in her backpack are her lunch and her phone. Today, lunch meant two apples she'd bought that morning from the grocery on her way to school. It used to include a packet of chips, of a sleeve of Oreos, always something she could buy on her way, but forfeited them for the sake of her optics of her new look.

"Is that all you're having?" Jules seems concerned.

"I'll eat more when I get home," Ophelia assured. Food was an... uncomfortable situation for her; she always preferred eating at home nowadays. Jules doesn't exactly seem placated, but she leaves well enough alone.

The pep rally at lunch is enough to steal her focus, all of their focuses, actually. Its... a lot. Rue and Jules are caught up in their adjustment at how over the top it is, but Ophelia guides her gaze with intent. The coach and his enthusiasm. Maddie and the cheerleaders. The football team riling their peers up. Nate Jacobs, their captain.

For a moment, as his eyes roam the cafeteria, watching the sea of chaos as it ebbs and flows with the excited shouts of his teammates, his gaze catches on her. There's not even a flicker of recognition in his eyes before he's looking past her, to Jules and Rue, frowning. Ophelia pointedly turns her face, turns her eyes to the cheerleaders, to watch what she felt like she was supposed to, rather than to be caught staring at someone she wasn't.

She'd already been attending football games for most of the last semester, part of her pattern of observation, but she'd always kept close to the back of the stands, out of sight, out of mind. Starting this Friday, she'd make herself far more seen at events.

After lunch, and saying goodbye to Rue and Jules, Ophelia walks into her algebra class and takes the front row seat closest to the window. Others filter in behind her, and Ophelia watches them all with the most mild of interest, appearing to zone out more than anything else. Nate is one of the last ones in, with another footballer behind him, and Ophelia let's her gaze drift away so she doesn't look like she's staring. His gaze slides her her with a casual kind of disinterest, and Ophelia realises very suddenly that he has absolutely no recollection of who she is.

Good. A real fresh start.

Still that day afternoon she still takes the long way home out of habit, music in her ears as she follows the suburban streets. Nate's truck is outside his house when she stops past on her habitual detour; she wonders if he'd already dropped Maddie home, or if they were both here. Of course she could check; the backyard bordering on the Jacobs' residence was owned by a young, busy couple who both worked late, a side gate that was easy to scale, and a front door camera that was easy to avoid. But it didn't feel like something worth bothering with today, so she simply lingered a few houses away as she lit herself a cigarette, and continued the final half hour home.

Considering her change in style, she wondered if she could still keep up the routine she'd developed. Walking past his house wasn't the issue; even if he did see her, it's not like he knows where she lives, or that she's going out of her way for him. It was more that she'd taken to sitting under the bleachers after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays, smoking and sketching and pretending like she wasn't watching football practice. With the new persona she'd created for herself, it would seem out of character if she was seen skulking around behind the bleachers.

Beneath the bleachers was another place Ophelia used to see Rue, though she never stayed as long as Ophelia did. It's not as though they hung out; Ophelia kept to the side, trying to remain as unnoticed as possible, and she has a feeling she often succeeded -

"Ophelia? Lia?" While pondering her plans for that Tuesday afternoon, a voice brings her out of her thoughts during her study period, and Ophelia looks up to see Lexi Howard giving her a confused smile. Immediately, Ophelia beams; she's always been rather fond of Lexi, at least since she'd started high school. A year below Ophelia, but with an air of someone much wiser than anyone have her credit for, it wasn't long before they were friends. Lexi wasn't some vague, nebulous figure in Ophelia's life the way the rest of the school was, she was probably the only person Ophelia genuinely considered to be a good friend. Lexi laughed awkwardly, setting her bag down, "you... look different."

"New year, new me," Ophelia shrugged.

"Really new you," Lexi looked her over, still obviously trying to come to terms with Ophelia's new aesthetic, "I almost didn't recognise you; you look really good," she's quick to assure her. Ophelia ducks her gaze, laughing the compliment off as she asked her about her summer. Lexi seemed to relax at the question, thawing out as she chattered away about the break that had just passed. It hadn't been particularly eventful, apart from learning Rue had overdosed and spent the summer in rehab. Ophelia knew this; Lexi had called her the night she'd found out, and Ophelia had stayed on the call for hours in her hotel in Sweden, heart breaking for being too far away to give her friend proper support, or even a hug.

As much as Lexi had spent the summer worried about Rue, she still enjoyed the time away from school. Most of her time was spent either in her room, or with Cassie and her friends; they liked Lexi well enough, and Ophelia was at least glad she had people around her who were good to her.

They're catching each other up on the shows they'd been watching by the time the bell goes. When Lexi stands, she invites Ophelia over to her house.

"I need to know everything that happened in Sweden," she laughed, "I'm still not entirely convinced you didn't somehow get a concussion," she admits, "you still sound like you, but Lia, seriously, you look like a different person," at least she sounds fond, even if the confused concern is back in full force.

"I haven't got brain damage," Ophelia rolled her eyes, "I just wanted a change," she assured honestly. Lexi holds up her hands, placating, warmth still in her gaze as she lets it drop, insisting that she still wanted to hear about Ophelia's summer in Sweden.

"I'm staying back to do some drawing, work on my proportions and poses, but I'll come over after," it was a usual enough occurrence that Lexi nods, not asking any follow-up questions.

Which is how Ophelia finds herself walking back to Lexi's house with Cassie Howard after football practice. It wasn't on purpose; the cheerleaders also had practice on Tuesdays. From what she'd observed, the cheer team trained in the school's gym on Tuesdays and had the field on Wednesdays when it was free. Watching them on Wednesdays wasn't exactly a regular part of Ophelia's routine the way watching the footballers practice was, but she's no stranger to them. Maddie may not be the main focus of her observational habits, but that didn't mean there was no merit in trying to understand what Nate saw in her that meant he kept going back to her.

And the cheerleaders were talented athletes in their own right; more than a few pages in her art journals were dedicated to trying to capture their graceful, dynamic movements. The cheerleaders actually made far more interesting subjects in that respect.

More than once over the past year, Ophelia had considered trying out for the team. She could probably make it; months spent atrophying in a hospital bed at fourteen had lead to extensive physical therapy, and after years of feeling weak and sickly as a child meant it felt good to move her body like that. Exercise had become a big part of her routine in the last few years, not that anyone would suspect it just by looking at her. But she'd always eventually dismissed the idea. She was sure Nate liked that Maddie was a cheerleader, but she didn't think he liked her because she was one, and Ophelia didn't want to draw any unnecessary comparisons if she didn't have to. If he was going to want her, she didn't want it to be because she reminded him of Maddie.

"I feel like I know you from somewhere," Cassie's voice is surprisingly close behind Ophelia when they're a few blocks from the school, and Ophelia gives a start. It's not the first time they'd technically walked back to Cassie's house like this considering their routines, but it's the first time Cassie's spoken to her. Yes, Cassie does know her, but only as one of her little sister's weird friends.

"Yeah," Ophelia gives an awkward laugh, "we're in the same homeroom, Cassie."

"Oh," Cassie frowns, trotting a little quicker to fall into step beside Ophelia. She's still in her cheer uniform, obviously not having bothered to change after practice. It's a good look on her, "right," as she looks at Ophelia for a long moment, it starts to dawn on her, "wait, aren't you Lexi's friend? You're not in my grade, are you?" At least she's smiling, even if it's disbelieving.

"I've been in your grade since we started high school," but Ophelia let's herself smile as Cassie laughs.

"Shut up, no you're not!" She grins widely, "Lia?"

"I've been to your house many times, Cassie," Ophelia reminds her, and Cassie shakes her head.

"Not looking like this you haven't!" She insisted, "you used to be all emo, didn't you?"

"I'm trying something new."

"Clearly," Cassie looked her over, as if evaluating her, "you're like, really pretty, this is so weird," she finally decided on, meeting Ophelia's waiting gaze with a warm smile.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Ophelia laughed, and Cassie gestured broadly to her.

"Look at you!"

"I'm still me," Ophelia insisted with a sheepish smile, heart growing warm with the praise, finding herself genuinely enjoying the company on the walk, "I'm just more noticeable now."

[confused-red-head]

These Curses We Bear

Chapter 3: Here Comes The Sun

Pro-Hero!Shouto Todoroki x Psychic Medium Detective!Reader

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WARNING: dark themes, death, minor character death, descriptions of dead bodies(no excessive gore), paranormal activities, blood, violence, cursing, angst, angst WITH COMFORT(moreso in later chapters), mentions of trauma, mentions of illness, fem!reader, READER TALKS TO GHOSTS, ghost child in chapter 1, children in general, Reader being a dork, home break-in, slowish burn, minor self harm (skin picking), strategically placed fluff, etc.

Author's Note: sup nerds guess who crawled out of her anxiety pit and decided to get back to work.

Morning came much sooner than you would have liked. Light streamed in through the glass balcony door, in the perfect position to blind you as you awoke. You glanced at your digital clock, which read '7:34 AM'. You silently curse yourself for not closing the blinds last night.

You heaved a sigh as you turned over in your soft, pillowy paradise in hopes of getting more rest.

Those hopes were crushed when your phone began to ring. Letting out a grunt, you snatched your phone from your nightstand.

"Hello?", you spoke into the phone, attempting to sound even somewhat awake.

"Detective Onee-chan!"

You immediately recognize the voice. You practically fling yourself from bed, already grabbing a sweatshirt.

"Akemi?! What's wrong? What happened?"

"We need help!"

After tugging on the sweatshirt and grabbing your wallet and keys, you slip on your sneakers,"Okay. Just stay on the phone. Tell me where you are. What happened? Is anyone hurt?"

"We're outside your house! Shouto's hurt!"

Huh?

"What?..."

"Haruka's Shouto plushie! Some boys came by and tried to take him from her! They pulled his arm off and ran! Now she's refusing to go to school with him like this!"

Oh.

You stared dumbfoundedly at your front door, simultaneously filled with relief and frustration. Ultimately, you had to understand this was a big deal for a kid. Especially when they had already lost everything that mattered to them once before.

You took a deep breath and steadied your voice into something softer, "I… Okay. Okay. I'll be out there very soon. Don't go anywhere."

You ran back into your room and grabbed the old sewing kit you kept around. You also ran into the bathroom to pluck a box of colorful adhesive bandages and wet wipes from the cabinet before rushing out to find the two young girls sitting on your front step. The older girl, nine-year old Akemi, stood from her seat and gave a polite bow, her baby blue hair swung about in her ponytail and her golden eyes shone brightly in the morning light.

"Good morning, Detective Onee-chan."

"Good morning, Akemi. Good morning, Haruka."

The younger girl, six-year old Haruka, remained seated in her spot on the step. She tightly hugged the plush, she quietly sniffled as more tears streamed down her face. Her tawny hair was tousled from her usually neat pigtails and her lavender eyes were blurred from the tears.

Both girls lived just across the street in a foster home with a few other children. You were familiar with all the children since you've known their foster mother, Manami, since she was an old family friend of yours. She ran the foster home with another friend of hers and, just for the record, did an amazing job with the kids. You even helped out some days if their schedules got a little too busy, thus the children knew you pretty well and had you as a contact in their emergency phones Manami provided them.

You crouched down in front of the younger girl, trying your best to meet her height.

"Hey Haruka. I'm here to help fix up Shouto for you. Is it okay if I take a look at him?"

Haruka was a particularly special case. Her parents died about a year ago. A fire had broken out and spread through their apartment complex. It claimed her parents and put her older brother, who had protected her from the raging flames, into a coma from the severe burns he sustained before a hero had managed to save them. That hero being Shouto, himself. Since then she's been selectively mute.

Unfortunately, this has made her a target for some unruly children who liked to tear up plushies for fun.

Haruka sat still for a moment and wiped her eyes before giving you a small nod. You gently took the plush and the severed arm from her small hands, quickly getting to work stitching the arm back onto the plush, being as neat as possible.

If you had one yen for every time you had to help fix up a Shouto… you'd have two yen.

Which may not be much, but it is weird that it happened twice.

You chuckled to yourself for your stupid joke as you presented Haruka with a variety of adhesive bandages.

"Which one do you think Shouto would like?"

The young girl looked at the bandages, a serious look crossed her face, like this was the most serious decision she had to make in her life. You had to refrain from chuckling at the adorable look.

Haruka finally pointed at a Princess Elsa bandage. You peeled the protective paper from the bandage and applied it over the stitching.

"Alright, there we go! All that's left to do is to give him a kiss to make it feel better!", you hold out the plush to Haruka.

The six-year old eagerly takes it back and gives it a kiss on the forehead. You chuckled, grabbing a wet wipe from the packaging.

"Now. If anymore boys try to take him away from you, kick them in the shins! Got it?" You lightly cupped the girl's face as you began delicately wiping her tear-streaked cheeks.

Haruka nodded firmly, a determined look in her eyes. A real woman on a mission.

"Detective Onee-Chan! You can't just tell her she can hit people!", Akemi gasped.

"Okay okay! Fine. No kicking shins… if you can help it."

"Onee-Chan!"

"Look. If she can't use her words then I'm sure a nice, swift kick to the shins will get the point across that they can't mess with her!"

Akemi's face scrunched up into a puffy-cheeked pout.

"Okay, okay fine. Don't hit people. Now let's get you two to school before you're late… again."

You took the girls' hands and walked off, unaware that a very distracted Haruka is staring in awe at a very familiar dual-colored figure standing in your apartment window.

You returned to your apartment building after dropping the girls off at school, only to catch the distinct smell of something burning and the blaring of a smoke alarm.

Your initial thought was,

Pfft, some dumbass is burning down their apartment.

Until, upon closer inspection, you realize,

Oh shit! That's my apartment!

You swear you sped faster than Ingenium himself as you climbed the steps of the staircase, aside from nearly face planting a few times. The moment you unlocked the door, nearly tearing it from the hinges. Smoke fogged up the hall and swirled around the entrance hall, stinging your eyes and nose.

You swerved around the corner, nearly tripping over your lovely potted monstera in the process, only to find a wide-eyed and bewildered Todoroki donning your cat pattern apron and holding a now frozen frying pan.

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, both of your faces adorning similar shocked expressions.

…

"Pffft…"

The silence was broken by an abrupt snort from you. You bit your lip in an attempt to conceal the grin tugging at your lips.

"Don't laugh." Todoroki wasn't amused as a tinge of red spread across his cheeks as his face scrunched into a pout.

"Nonono! I'm just…pffft… I'm just… ahem… I'm sorry, but the look on your face took me off guard." You tried to cover your curled lips with your hand as you strode across your living room to slide open your balcony door to filter out the smoke, thankful that the spring weather was agreeable this morning.

"So… I'm guessing you were trying to make breakfast…", you walked back to prop one hand onto the kitchen counter while the other was planted on your hip. You shot him a playful smirk, "Unless, you were trying to burn down my apartment, then I'd say you are going about it in a less-than-convenient way."

"...It was fish…" Todoroki looked back at the pan with a small, dissatisfied pout at the frozen pan he was slowly thawing in his left hand.

"What exactly did you do anyway?" You raised an eyebrow in question.

"I poured oil into the pan, then put the fish in the pan."

You take a glance at the bottle on the counter, quickly recognizing the contents of said bottle.

"Well, first off, you used too much oil. You should have brushed it on the fish, not doused it. Secondly, you probably had the heat way too high. Thirdly…" you stand from leaning on the counter to point a finger at the defrosted pan, "That's Mackerel. Unless you were to marinade it overnight, I would have just used sake and salt, then put it in the fish grill."

You pulled open the drawer containing a waste bin, gesturing for the man to dispose of the charred and soggy fish. The duel-colored hero complied, tilting the pan to allow the inedible bits of fish to slowly slide out of the pan and land into the waste bin with a splat.

"Well… wanna try again, Peppermint?", you slid the drawer closed again and directed your attention to the man who started washing off the dirty pan.

He quirked a brow as he scrubbed the char from the pan's surface, "Do you really want me to nearly burn the place down again?"

You opened the fridge, scanning for ingredients,"You won't. You just need a little guidance. Plus, practice makes progress."

Todoroki paused his scrubbing to turn to you, "Isn't the saying 'practice makes perfect'?"

You collected your remaining Mackerel along with a few other ingredients from the fridge and set them out onto the counter, "Not in this house, it isn't. I'm not perfect, why should I expect others to be? Perfection is a ridiculous expectation to put on people. We're human. We make mistakes."

The pro hero stared at you for a moment, brows scrunched slightly in contemplation before huffing out a small chuckle and relaxed, suddenly feeling much less bothered over the burnt fish incident.

You turn to him with your hands on your hips,"Alrighty! Let's get started, shall we?"

Cooking breakfast went much smoother this time around. The two of you worked in unison to put together a meal from what you had stored away in your kitchen. Todoroki had moved on from the fish to making rolled omelets with your instruction while you set the dining table that sat between the guest bedroom and the living room. You watched as he looked like he was defusing a bomb and not rolling up cooked eggs. It nearly gave you whiplash remembering that the oh-so-serious and stoic hero that you saw every once in a while on the news was the same man who struggled to fry a fish this morning. You couldn't help but let out a giggle.

"You certainly seem to be in a better mood than last night.", Todoroki said as he plated the second omelet.

"Huh? Oh. Yeahhh… A good night's sleep does wonders.", You gave a small smile, you didn't want to talk about last night so you did what you always did- Pretend you were fine, "Since we are on the subject, how did you sleep?"

"Ah. Not well, truthfully."

"Hmm, was your side bothering you? I should have left the painkillers out for you in that case."

"No. It wasn't that."

"Oh really? What was it then?" You tilted your head a bit to look at him from the dining table.

"I felt like I was being watched all night. It was unnerving…"

"Oh, that was probably Suzume-chan. She likes attractive men and she's been a little too excited since you've arrived. Don't worry though she's harmless. She has a huge crush on Shinsou and she'll be over you in a few days. I'll make sure to tell her to leave you alone."

You swear you could see the math equations pass by the hero's head as his face subtly shifted into a look of bafflement as he processed what you said. He set down the plates holding the rolled omelets, trying to restrain the small blush after you had suddenly and blatantly admitted he was attractive. Of course, he was told by many he was attractive at this point, but the way you had said it so casually made him ever so slightly flustered. You said it like it was a solid fact. Like the sky was blue. Like grass was green. Like Midoriya is All Might's secret love chi- He shook slightly to regain his train of thought.

"Suzume-chan?" He tilted his head as his bafflement grew into concern.

"Yeah she's one of the spirits." You spoke casually until a realization dawned on you.

"Oh shit! I didn't warn you about the spirits in the apartment!"

The two of you spent breakfast talking about your friendly neighborhood apartment spirits. The conversation fortunately seemed to quell his concern. In fact it seemed to spark a curiosity in him. He asked questions about the spirits and you answered what you knew. You talked about the boy-obsessed Suzume-chan, the ever-protective Ryuji, the mysterious figure that just stands in the hallway sometimes, and a few other spirits that haunt the place.

The conversation devolved from spirits to anything that came to mind. Todoroki didn't speak much at first, but grew more and more invested. He talked about how his friends threw him a surprise birthday party at his favorite soba shop after a week of hell. How a young fan gifted him a very wonky, handmade Shouto plushie, yet it's one of his favorite things. Even how he was concerned how his mother and siblings were doing and if they heard the news of what happened.

And like that time flew by. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours. Neither of you noticed until your cat, Kuma, decided to make himself known by nipping at your ankle mid-conversation.

"Ah! Ow! Cat, why?!"

You jumped from your seat and watched as your large tabby cat waddled over to his bowl that sat on the floor at the end of the kitchen's island counter. His big green eyes stared up at you with his tail swiping from side to side.

"Ah crap. I forgot to feed you. I'm sorry, Bud."

You followed Kuma over to his bowls, grabbing the bag from the cabinet, and crouched down to pour the kibble into the bowl. You give your now satisfied feline friend a quick pet before glancing at the clock on the wall.

"Damn… it's eleven already?", you stood and stretched your arms with a groan, back cracking from sitting at your less than comfortable dining chair for hours, "Welp! I have some errands I gotta run today. I'm gonna go get dressed."

"I'll come with you." Todoroki stood from his seat, collecting dishes as he did so.

You released your arms from a stretch and planted your palms on your hips, you arched a brow at the man gathering your dirtied dishes. Todoroki looked up at you, noticing your questioning expression before something seemed to click in his mind.

"The errands. I'll come with you for the errands… not with… getting dressed…"

"Pfft- No that's not-" you couldn't help but laugh at the hero's clarification. Todoroki cupped his hand over the back of his neck as an embarrassed blush bloomed across his cheeks. He watched you clutch your stomach at the genuine laughter spilling from your lips.

"I-I knew what you meant, don't worry. I didn't think you were some pervert.", you struggled to regain your composure and catch your breath.

You finally calmed down with a sigh,"It's just… people are probably looking for you as we speak, and you did get hurt last night. Are you sure you want to go out so soon?"

Todoroki nodded, "We have no way of communicating securely. If something happened to one of us, we would have no safe way to inform the other."

"Hmm that's fair. I suppose we are better off sticking close for now."

You pressed your curled forefinger to your lips, a little, devious grin stretched across your face.

"Then this calls for a little makeover!"

"Alright, hold still for me."

You make a mental note to thank Shinsou for the emergency supplies again. You had let Todoroki choose amongst the few wigs and fresh colored contacts that were stored away within the duffle bag. He chose a simple, but charming combination of light brown eye contacts and a short dark brown wig in a side-part style that left some locks resting over his left eye. With the contacts in and iconic white and red split hair carefully tucked away under the wig, he was, once again, seated at the dining table as you prepared the makeup.

"Just let me know if you feel uncomfortable."

You lightly held his chin, gently guiding his face in one direction or another while you applied primer, foundation, and concealer to his skin. The concealer and foundation(although slightly off from Todoroki's skin tone) worked like magic, seemingly making his scar disappear.

Damn. I need to ask Shinsou where he got this stuff.

Moving on you continue on to brush the lightest bits of contour and blush so Todoroki would look more natural and not look like a member of the walking dead. You contemplated plucking his eyebrows, but they were surprisingly well groomed; most likely done for his occasional public appearances, you guessed. So you let them be, settling for a quick shaping before applying the dark brow coloring and swiping a thin layer of mascara on his lashes. Finishing up, you pat on a layer of setting powder and finally the setting spray that seemed to snap the hero out of his almost meditative state.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you enjoyed getting your make-up done."

Todoroki gave a bashful look, but didn't respond, only rubbing the back of his neck. In truth he did enjoy it, far more than when he had public appearances. Perhaps he was so distracted dreading the event itself, he had no time to actually appreciate the process. This time there was no rush, blaring lights in his face, or the incessant shouts of people clamoring for his attention. Just a gentle spring breeze wafting through the apartment, the morning sun illuminating the space, and a set of surprisingly gentle hands pampering him. For a brief second he forgot about his less-than-fortunate situation.

He shook his head when you turned to store away the make-up supplies, hoping you wouldn't notice his internal dilemma or at the very least bring it up.

You turned back to him, hand on your hips and admiring your work. Just as he managed to finally ground himself again… you threw him for another loop.

"Damn. Maybe I did too well… someone might just mistake you for an actor or pop idol." You chuckled.

There it is again. That casual tone.

"Let's add a face mask for extra measure. If anyone asks I'll just say you're a germaphobe."

You turned back again to rummage through your closet for your supply of face masks, leaving a very confused Todoroki in your wake. When you faced him again with a mask in hand, you recognized the confused look on his face, staring down at his clenching and unclenching hands.

"Hey… are you sure you're good to go out today?" You strode over to him with a mask in hand, "Don't get me wrong, I know you're plenty capable, but… what you went through last night could mess with anyone's head. Hero or not."

That seemed to snap him out of his train of thought, blinking his eyes before looking up at you.

"I'll be fine. Thank you.", he stood from his seat and gratefully took the face mask from your hand, ignoring the fact his finger twitched when brushing against your own.

"Right then…", you shrugged with a pursed smile, not willing to argue.

Whatever you say, Peppermint.

You grabbed your bag from the table and spun around to face the front door,"Let's get going. Watch out, Nibetsu City! Here we come!"

Taglist: @andypantsx3 @canthavetoomuchchaos @xxblackroses623xx

[thecake-isalie]

💛🖋️Serial Designation J headcanons.

⚠️[SPOILERS]⚠️

- J’s ‘visor’ eyes are duller then the rest due to overwork.

- J is also trying to be less reckless (she could handle it before since she’d just get brought back if she died, but she won’t anymore). This results in a few injuries here and there. Might have to carry tape/bandages around.

- Also might be a bit numb to injuries. Her arm will get stabbed or something and she’ll just pause and look down until she actually processed the pain and wtf just happened. (Not immune though!!)

- Tessa gave the drones actual names to be more human, and nicknamed J “Jay”. She has a little name card somewhere with “Jay” on it.

- She has all the merch. Whether it be the plushies—made by Tessa—, any and all JCJenson merch, or just random keychains and figures and such.

- She was programmed to be a marketing pro—maybe even MADE for marketing. Until Tessa gained a connection to her and her parents gave in. Which is partly why she loves the company so much.

- She has her hair in pigtails because it is similar to Tessa’s hair and Tessa always did her hair like that.

- A good cook. Not that she needs to cook, she just can.

- She’d be very happy to get a golden star sticker from her boss. I can imagine a bunch of stickers stuck to the wall of the space ship.

- Would generally be pissed if someone exploded a JcJenson pen.

- Likes Hatsune Miku. That’s it.

- Can draw really well. In anime style. (This is canon)

- Likes sea animals. Specifically, whales (we can see her hugging when I assume is a whale? Maybe a shark? In episode 5.)

- I also headcanon she has a Blahaj shark.

- She’s trans. (I got this from her beta design being male!)

🖋️-That’s all :]

[kwieef]

𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

. • ༄ 𝑺. 𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒊

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You couldn't quite remember everything. Your vision was so blurry, everything felt blank, your body was numb. Why couldn't you think straight at this very moment? It was confusing you—what happened?

Muffled crying could be heard near you, and a voice which's tone was a mixture of happiness, relief, and something else you couldn't put your finger on. "Oh, Y/N! Y-You're woke! I was so worried, so so worried, love.." A broken voice said to you. Hearing her voice hurt your heart, it felt like you were stepping on glass. Broken glass. Then you felt an icy gaze on you, and when you felt it, that's when your sight became more clearer, the sounds around you weren't muffled, everything was just fine, it was perfect. Or so it seemed.

You looked around the room, only to notice it was a hospital room. Then looked again, and saw your two bestfriends, Yumiko and Tokyo. Half of Tokyo's face was bandaged up, covering her left eye, and Yumiko had an eyepatch over her right eye. "M-Mom.. what happened?" You finally asked, your voice shaky as you turned your head to your mom with watery eyes. "I'm so sorry, baby. I'm sorry, mommy wasn't there to help you guys. I couldn't." She whispered, grabbing you into a soft hug, which hurt your body. "Tokyo, Yumi.." Your shattered voice murmured, your gaze averting towards them.

And then you noticed, "Your hair." You called out to Tokyo, staring at her. She looked at you quietly, confused, then reached her hand back to bring on of her pigtails towards her face, her eyes widening as she saw her hair colored changed. "I wanna go home." Yumiko mumbled under her breath, her head lowered as she looked down at her bandaged legs and arms. You and Tokyo were bandaged up too, just like Yumiko.

What happened?

And here you are now, nine years after the incident, infront of the house it happened in. The incident went viral around not only your area, but in other places too. "Why are we here again?" Tokyo questioned, her hands in her pockets as Yumiko rested her hands on both you and Tokyo's shoulders. "To visit it, it's been rebuilt and it's vacant." You answered, staring at the door. "My mom said we could." You added, walking towards the door, stopping once you got infront of it to grab the keys from your pocket and open it. Once the three of you got inside, you could only stand in silence.

"Who rebuilt this? It's so cute!" Yumiko squealed.

"It's so different now.. but everything still feels the same, why is that?" You asked, looking around the main area of the house which was only the kitchen and living room before walking back to the door. "Let's go, I don't plan on visiting here ever again." You huffed, locking the door behind you and putting the keys back into your pocket. "I hope what happened to us doesn't happen to the next person who moves in that house." Yumiko whispered, scratching her head as the three of you walked the streets. "Have you guys gotten your acceptance letters yet?" Tokyo blurted out, her question making both you and Yumiko stop in your tracks. "Oh, gosh. I had forgot about that! Do you really think we'll be accepted?"

Yumiko shook her head slightly, "I thought we get accepted based off of showing off our quirks?" You looked at her before nodding. "Mhm, we do. Two acceptance letters I think. Is it called the hero course that we go through first?" Then all three of you went silent and you let out a soft sigh. "I guess we'll see for ourselves then!" You murmured and then started walking again. "Should we go by the park? Or a cafe? I have curfew in thirty minutes." Yumiko rambled, getting the silent treatment from you and Tokyo. "We can just all go home for tonight if your curfew is soon." Tokyo suggested, looking over at Yumiko. "I agree, I doubt my mom wants me late out aswell." You agreed, giving a subtle nod.

Then the three of you eventually parted, each going in your own direction to head back home.

"Y/N!" Your mom yelled from the kitchen as you walked in the house, the scent of her shrimp tempura and fried rice filling the house. But of course, everytime your mom made dinner, she rarely ever forgot a dessert, even if it was small. She had made teriyaki, which you've never tried before. "You're home just in time, sit, sit!" She said, a bright smile on her face as she turned the stove and oven off. "Did you have fun today with the girls?" She questioned as she began fixing your food and hers. "Mhm, I think it could've been better but atleast I was blessed with another day to be with them." You answered, staring at the counter top before looking at your mom over your shoulder.

"Are you hiding something?" You asked.

Your mom looked up at you, her face reddening in embarrassment. "Me? No, no! Why would I hide anything from you..?" She hastily responded, passing you your plate of food before setting hers down beside you, then taking a seat beside you. "Okay," You mumbled, watching her as she reached over and pulled the utensil tray closer to her, grabbing one for you and her. You took it from her and placed it on your plate before looking at her again, "So.., I didn't get any mail?" You questioned, tilting your head at her. Your mom stared at you for a moment, trying to keep a straight face before a worried sigh escaped her lips and she got up, walked towards the refrigerator, stood on her tippy toes and grabbed your mail from on top of it. "You did.." She muttered, handing it to you. Your eyes widened in disbelief as you looked at it, "I got accepted!" You screamed, holding it in the air.

Only for your happiness to be turned into confusion. "Recommendations?" You mumbled, staring at it. "I was recommended U.A.?" You said under your breath before turning the letter over and placing it down. "Too much thinking." You added then looked at your mom, "We can eat now, I don't want the food to get too cold." You said as she looked at you worried before the two of you started to eat. "Being recommended isn't a bad things, it means you stood out to a pro hero to the point they recommended you. Don't beat yourself up about it." You nodded at your mom then sighed, "I'll try, mom."

If only you had the knowledge to understand why time flew by so quickly, you'd probably understand why you were recommended into U.A., and why you, Yumiko, and Tokyo were already at the entrance exam. "I don't like this." Tokyo whispered, watching as the people walked by, adjusting her scarf on her shirt and her belt on her shorts. Yumiko stood proud as she watched the people walk by, but you were also quite nervous about the entire situation. "Can I get some of your blood, Tokyo?" Yumiko asked, holding out a needle infront of Tokyo. "Why?" Tokyo questioned in response, looking down at the slightly shorter girl.

"I'm gonna get us accepted into U.A., completely."

You and Tokyo could only look at Yumiko confused, unaware of what plans she had in mind for the future. Tokyo sighed before taking the needle from Yumiko's hand and stabbing it in her shoulder, making you wince slightly. "Does it hurt?" You questioned quietly and Tokyo stood quiet, her eyes widening. "Yumiko, what's in this needle-" Tokyo started, turning around to face the girl before Yumiko quickly took the needle from Tokyo. "Special something to help us get into U.A., I just needed your blood for it to work." She answered calmly, a smile plastered on her face. Yumiko kneeled down on the ground, her movements quick as she tried to hurry before the entrance exams started. She took her glass jars out, a yellow, liquid glow quickly going through them because of the sun. The solar panels on the lid of the jar were the cause of the sun's light turning into a liquid, so clearly the solar panel wasn't regular. Did Yumiko's mom also make it?

After the jars were filled, she opened them and put two drops of Tokyo's blood in each, putting the lid back on, then shaking them. "Both of you take three, and I take three. These have thirty minutes effects for each one used, use them wisely!" Yumiko informed, pushing three jars towards you then Tokyo. "What is this for, Yumi?" You questioned, holding the jar up and examining it. "To help you make it in U.A.!" She answered, putting her three jars in her backpack.

"What the hell are they doing?" A harsh voice asked from afar, staring at the three of you's interaction before the person scoffed. "Tsk. I doubt they'll get in anyways." They added, stuffing their hands in their pocket.

"Make room for us U.A., because here we come!" Yumiko cheered, running as she heard a loud voice over a speaker, you and Tokyo quickly running after her. "We aren't astronauts, don't say here we come, Yumiko." Tokyo bluntly said.

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𖧷 | 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎

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. • ❀ 𝒀𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒌𝒐 𝑻𝒔𝒖 ; 𝐀 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝗼𝐮𝐭𝐠𝗼𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐤𝐬. 𝐒𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝗺𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐮𝗺𝐢𝐤𝗼 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝗼𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝗼 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝐝 𝗺𝗼𝐬𝐭 𝗼𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝗺𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘/𝐍 𝗼𝐫 𝐓𝗼𝐤𝐲𝗼. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞? 𝐎𝐡, 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫!

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤 ; 𝐒𝗼𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐂𝗼𝐧𝐭𝐫𝗼𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝗼𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝗼 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝗼𝗺 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭. 𝐘𝐮𝗺𝐢𝐤𝗼 𝗼𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲, 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝗼𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬! 𝐀 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝗼 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝗼 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝗼𝗺 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝗼𝐫𝐞 𝗺𝗼𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝐧'𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝗺𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲, 𝐩𝗼𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝗺𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝗼𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲.

𝐀𝐠𝐞 ; 𝟏𝟓

𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝗼𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐠𝗼𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝟓'𝟒, 𝗺𝗼𝐬𝐭 𝗼𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝗼𝗺 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝗺𝗼𝗺.

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. • ᯽ 𝑻𝒐𝒌𝒚𝒐 𝑲𝒊𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒋𝒊 ; 𝐀𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝗼𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝗼 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞! 𝐓𝗼𝐤𝐲𝗼 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝗺𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝗼𝐟 𝐜𝗼𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝗺𝗼𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝗼𝗼𝐭 𝗼𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥.

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤 ; 𝐁𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝗼𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝗼 𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝗺𝐲, 𝗼𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝗼𝐫 𝐬𝗺𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝗼𝐤𝐲𝗼 𝗼𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝗼𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝗼𝗺 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝗼𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞, 𝗼𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝗼𝗺𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝗼 𝗺𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝗼𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞. 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝗼 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝗼𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝗺𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐩𝗼𝐢𝐬𝗼𝐧𝗼𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝗼 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝗺𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝗼𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝗺𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝗼 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐀𝐠𝐞 ; 𝟏𝟓

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. • ༄ 𝑺. 𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒊

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[dragonflylady77]

Mr Steve and the Monster Hunter

Here is it! The last chapter of my fic for @bigbangharringrove

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Ao3

Steve has a lot of things to say

Chapter 6 - I'm all in

Steve is finally holding Billy in his arms and he doesn’t want to let go. He’s not sure where this urge is coming from but it’s all encompassing and he is not questioning it. His gut is telling him he is where he is supposed to be, and well, his gut has yet to steer him wrong. 

Strangely for someone who just spent a week in a coma, he is exhausted and very sleepy. He has no idea what time it is. Daylight is still coming through the open window but he vaguely remembers reading somewhere that the sun sets at different times in different parts of the country and he’s never been to California before.

Billy didn’t say anything when Steve told him he’d missed him, instead he gently wrapped his arms around Steve, careful of his injuries and various bandages. Steve knows he needs to explain, even if his brain still feels a bit scrambled.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Steve lets out a short laugh that makes his chest sting a bit. He brings his hand back up to play with Billy’s hair. “How can I miss someone I barely knew? But I did, Billy. Somehow, I really did. And then… then you were there, alive, somehow even better looking than I remembered, and so fucking full of life… Of course I jumped when you offered to answer my questions.”

“Not like I got the chance to do much of that,” Billy mumbles and Steve can feel his breath on his chest. It feels nice and he wishes they were wearing less clothes and weren’t on a narrow hospital bed so he could feel it more. 

Still, he can’t let Billy feel bad for running off when Eleven reached out for help. 

“Well that is hardly your fault, is it? Just like what happened to me isn’t your fault.”

Billy sits up at that and pierces Steve with a thunderous look. He looks fierce, and hot as sin, and Steve wants to trace that scar on his cheek with his finger… or his lips. His brain and his heart seem to be fully on board with that plan.

“Billy…” Steve starts, reaching out to take Billy’s hand again, happy when Billy lets him..

“No, Steve.” Billy runs his free hand through his hair with a sigh. “I know better. The rules are there for a reason and I shouldn’t have let you come with us. It was my mission. I knew the risks and—fuck!” Billy looks straight at Steve then, his eyes wet with tears and Steve feels something squeeze his heart at the sight.

“Steve, you nearly died because of me. Because I let my feelings get in the way.”

“Billy…”

“I can’t… I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you.” The chuckle Billy lets out is rough and raw. “I'm lucky Max hasn't come after me yet. I keep expecting her to come at me with Cindy to try and detach my head from my body.”

Steve was confused. “Who's Cindy?”

“My ax.”

“Okay...” Steve is sure Billy had a good reason to name his ax Cindy but it’s not relevant at this point. They can talk weapon names later. Steve is so going to ask for a tour of HellGrove when he’s no longer stuck in a hospital bed.

“Hey.” Steve links his fingers with Billy’s. “Forget about Max. And the rules. It’s like Robin said. I’m here. I’m alive.”

“You know, I did wonder how much of that private conversation you heard.”

Steve watches as a pink blush blooms on Billy’s cheeks and it’s the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen in his life.

“Let’s just say I heard Olivia ask you a question and I noticed you didn’t actually answer said question.”

“Jesus, Harrington. Don’t pull punches on my account.”

“You gonna tell me, Hargrove?” If Billy is gonna go back to last names, instead of his usual pet names, Steve is gonna follow suit. It brings back memories of high school posturing and what Steve can now see was Billy pulling his metaphorical pigtails at a time where being queer could get one in a lot of trouble, or worse. One glance shows Steve that Billy is still blushing and the neckline of his HellGrove tee stops Steve from seeing how far down it goes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Billy says and Steve resists the urge to roll his eyes. 

Steve sits up, not paying attention to the slight sting on his chest when he does, damn bandages pulling on his chest hair, as he drags Billy to him by his hand, putting his other hand on the back of Billy’s neck to hold him there.

“Billy, the day after I found out you were alive, I went to see Robin and Heather so Robin could answer some of my questions.”

“I bet you had a few,” Billy chuckles softly.

“Hoo boy, yes I did. Then I even had questions about things I found out that day. About you. About Olivia. Then Robin said you were on your way back and I, um, I kinda freaked out.”

“Why? Steve, I’m not—”

“Oh, um, well, turns out I’m not very good at hiding things from Robin, and she said I definitely needed to have a chat with you or I would regret it.”

The laughter that peels out of Billy surprises them both. Steve thinks he looks so beautiful and happy. 

“That’s your first mistake, pretty boy,” Billy says. “You, of all people, should know you can’t hide things from Robin. She always finds out. And if she doesn’t, Heather does.”

“Heather scares me.”

“Oh my god.” Billy is still laughing and Steve wants to keep making him.

“She is fiercely protective of you and I don’t think she likes me very much.”

“Oh. yeah, um, about that…” Billy suddenly looks embarrassed and it’s not what Steve wants. At all.

“I, um, I’d like to change that.” He smiles. “Billy, I know it might seem sudden, since I only found out about you a week ago, but…” Steve stops and looks down at their fingers. Considering what Steve heard of Billy’s chat with Robin in the hallway, he doesn’t think it’s too much of a gamble that Billy will react favorably. Still, he’s been surprised before so it’s always better to make sure.

“But?”

“I had a dream about you the night we met again,” Steve says, before he pulls Billy closer. “A very detailed, very private, kind of dream,” he whispers, his mouth so close to Billy’s he can feel his breath. 

“Oh, did you now?” Billy whispers back and their lips are pretty much touching now and Billy’s hands are holding his face and Steve closes his eyes and he nods and then Billy is kissing him and Steve can’t think beyond ‘BillyBillyBillyBillyBilly’. 

The kiss feels like everything he didn’t know he wanted and more. Steve feels Billy’s tongue trace the seam of his lips and he opens his mouth and the kiss gets better. Billy is kissing him like he’s something precious, all slow and slick, and it makes Steve moan and once again wish they weren’t on a narrow hospital bed.

Too soon, Billy pulls back. He licks his lips and Steve feels his body shudder at the sight. He definitely wants more of that. Everywhere.

Billy chuckles and Steve realizes he may have said that out loud. He shrugs, then winces because the movement pulls on the bandages and Billy gives him a worried look.

“I’m okay. I wonder when they’ll let me go home. Or, you know, get out of here.”

“What did the doctor say earlier?”

Steve doesn’t ask how Billy knows the doctor came to see him, the guy kinda owns the building after all. “He said they need to run some more tests but I should be allowed out in a couple of days.”

“That’s good.”

Something important suddenly clicks when Steve hears himself talk about going home. “Oh God. Billy, I've been missing work for over a week. How am I going to tell my boss I am suddenly in California?”

“Oh, Max sorted that out for you. You'll have to ask her. When the doctor gives the okay, I'll portal you back to your house and you can, um, you know, go back to your life.”

“That's the second time you've said that to me,” Steve notes, not liking the way Billy is now looking at some point over Steve's shoulder, like he was distancing himself from Steve.

“Is it?” Billy sits back, his hands dropping to the bed. 

“Uh huh.” Steve picks Billy's hand again and makes eye contact, locking gaze with Billy. “Billy, I…” Steve smiles. “I don't want to go back to not knowing. I love teaching, don't get me wrong, but I can do that anywhere. But this?” Steve gestures between himself and Billy. “This is way too important. You are too important.”

“Steve…” Billy looks away and tries to get his hand back but Steve holds fast.

“No, I missed my chance in high school because things got fucked up and I didn’t realise it until it was way too late. But now that I know you’re alive? Now that I understand what the things I am feeling really mean? There is no fucking way I’m going back to what I had before.”

“What’s that?” Billy asks, his tone bitter and sad. “A quiet life without monsters? A safe job in a nice school? School moms fawning over you day in and day out? What’s so bad about that life, Steve?”

“Well, for one, if you’re not there with me, I don’t want it.”

“You can’t mean that.” The dejection comes through clearly in Billy’s resigned tone. Steve wonders what happened to Billy to make him believe he doesn’t deserve this and more. He makes a quick promise to himself to spend the rest of his life showing Billy how cherished he is.

“I can, and I do.” He grins at the man he loves, because, yes, there is no other word to explain the warmth filling his chest when he looks at Billy. “It will come to no surprise to you that your daughter isn’t the only one who’s been eavesdropping, not that you and Robin were particularly quiet in the doorway before. Billy, holding you, kissing you, it feels like the last piece of the puzzle finally slotted into place.”

Steve notices the tears rolling down Billy’s cheeks and he can feel his face is wet as well, but he presses on. “You can have this. Have me. I want you to know that I’m all in. If that’s what you want.”

The longing in Billy’s eyes threatens to undo Steve completely and Steve can’t take it anymore. He pulls Billy back to him, once again ignoring the sting on his chest at the movement, and brings their mouths together.

Billy lets out a moan and melts against him. This time Billy ends up on top of Steve, obliterating Steve’s ability to form thoughts beyond ‘ohmygodohmygodohmygod!’ and there is nothing Steve would change about that. 

Not even when the nurse rushes in to check on the screeching monitor because Steve’s heart rate is going through the roof.

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The feeling of a cold arm around his waist pulls Steve from his slumber, the cold chest against his back waking him up a bit more. He shivers when its owner pulls him closer, their legs tangling together.

“Fuck, your feet are freezing!” Steve exclaims sleepily, attempting to move away, but Billy wraps his limbs around him like an overly amorous octopus.

“Sorry, baby. Livi went to the bathroom and got scared of the dark once she woke up fully. We really need to get those nightlights we’ve been talking about to put in the hallway,” Billy says, his lips kissing a trail along Steve’s bare shoulder.

“Mmmm, good idea,” Steve replies, barely listening because the kisses feel too nice. When Billy nibbles on the crook of his neck, Steve lets out a soft moan and, damn, he wants more. He turns around in Billy’s arms, spreadings both hands on Billy’s chest, the tips of his fingers finding the familiar grooves of the scars covering the hard muscles.

Steve moves a hand up to bury in Billy’s hair, the golden curls longer now than they were a year ago, and pulls lightly. He finds Billy’s lips in the dark and licks into his mouth, swallowing Billy’s needy grunt. Steve starts a slow grind against the thigh Billy slotted between his legs as the kiss gets sloppy. 

He lets out a loud groan when he feels Billy’s hardening cock against his. Billy squeezes his ass in warning.

“Shhhh, Stevie, not so loud, you’ll wake the baby,” Billy whispers as he ends the kiss to nip at Steve’s jaw.

Steve bites his lip to stop the whimpers as Billy moves to his neck, licking the spot he knows full well makes Steve melt. “Billy, baby, you’re really not helping,” Steve bites out, trying to stay quiet when Billy pushes him onto his back and straddles him. “Fuck…”

Billy’s throaty chuckle against his ear hits Steve right in the dick. “That’s the idea, pretty boy.” He punctuates that with another nibble on his neck and a hard grind of his hips.

Steve grabs Billy’s thighs with both hands and digs his fingers in. “Billy!” he warns with an urgent whisper, knowing full well it will only spur Billy on. Billy rolls his hips again, making Steve gasp.

“You fucker!”

“Aww, baby, don’t be like that,” Billy says against Steve’s collarbone as he sucks a hickey Steve knows he will need to hide under a high-collared shirt tomorrow. “You know I’ll make you feel good,” Billy adds, hands snaking between them, fingers tangling in the thick mat of Steve’s chest hair.

Steve knows what’s coming and he is powerless to stop it. Billy pulls and Steve’s hips arch off the bed, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip in a mammoth effort to stay quiet. Steve knows exactly what look Billy is giving him right now even if it’s too dark to actually see it. That look that says he’s proud of himself but only getting started…

“Billy, please…” Steve isn’t sure what he’s asking for, but if the past year loving this man has taught him anything, it’s that Billy will deliver.

“I got you.” Billy gets off of him then and Steve feels the loss of his weight on him keenly.

A shudder goes through Steve when he feels Billy’s hands on his hips, sliding in towards his crotch, and he spreads his legs to accommodate his boyfriend. He bites down on a moan when Billy settles between his thighs. 

“Shhhh,” Billy whispers as he mouths Steve’s hard dick over his pants and Steve slams a pillow over his face because there’s no way he can stay quiet, especially not when Billy reaches under the waistband of his pajama pants, his fingers extracting Steve’s dick and giving it a squeeze.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Steve whispers, panting already, and trying—really trying—to make as little noise as possible. 

When Billy licks a stripe from root to tip, Steve’s free hand grabs the bedding next to him, clutching the sheet with desperate fingers. 

When Billy sucks on the head of his cock, Steve’s breath stutters, then his entire body bows from the effort to stay quiet when Billy takes him all the way down.

It’s too much, too wet, too tight, too warm, too good, and Steve knows he’s not gonna last very long, not with the way Billy is going to town on his dick from the word go. Steve wishes there was more light in the room so he could watch because it’s a sight he never tires from.

He feels Billy’s fingers leave his hip and slide inward, brushing past his balls, then further south. The moment Billy’s fingertips touch his rim, it’s all over. The fingers digging into his hip are the only thing anchoring him to the bed as Steve bites down on the pillow he’s still holding over his face in an attempt to keep from waking up everyone on their street.

He’s only vaguely aware of Billy climbing up his body and removing the pillow, allowing him to catch his breath. He’s pretty sure Billy sucked his soul through his dick and somehow melted every bone in his body as well.

“You okay, pretty boy?” Billy asks and Steve can hear his grin.

“Uh huh.” Steve can’t make words right now, he’s pretty sure his brain leaked out his ears or something. RIP last brain cell.

Billy wraps one arm around him, pulling him close, and Steve manages to roll onto his side to rest his head on Billy’s chest. He hums happily, his fingers playing idly with the scar on Billy’s chest. 

“Billy?” Steve asks, breaking the comfortable silence they are lying in. He's glad they didn't wake the baby up. He doesn’t regret offering Robin and Heather a weekend off parenting so they could get a break, but keeping the noise down when Billy does unspeakable things to him is exhausting. 

“Yeah?”

“Do you think…?”

Steve stops then, trying to articulate the thought he just had, even though his brain wants to sleep because he just had an orgasm and it's the middle of the night.

“What is it?”

“Do you think you'd want to get married on a beach?”

“Pretty boy?” Billy asks, his hand stopping mid stroke on Steve’s arm.

“I mean, I know it's not legal or anything, not yet anyway, but one day…”

“If that's your proposal, it needs work, princess.”

Steve drops a kiss on Billy's chest. “Nah, just wondering. When I propose to you, you'll know for sure.”

“What if I propose to you first?”

THE END

I did some doodles for this fic, because I could... (chapter 1 and chapter 4)

[chaoticm0therfvcker]

A Golden Halloween (CRK modern AU)

Summary: it’s Halloween at the Golden Cheese household, and things are a bit chaotic, due to a new addition to the family. Despite all the chaos and frustration, that doesn’t stop an adorable moment from taking place

A/N: in the modern au of a friend of mine, there’s a hc that golden cheese is ace/aro. Based on the other characters from the golden cheese update, I headcanon that golden cheese adopted burnt cheese, mozzarella, and fettuccine. Hope you enjoy!

Being a mother was hard.

Especially being the mother of three adopted kids, two of which have been in the system long enough to have some serious emotional baggage. Nonetheless, Golden Cheese was willing to do what she could to take care of these kids.

It was the night of Halloween, a time of excitement and costumes and candy and lots of spooky fun. Golden Cheese had been through it for several years, but this year was a bit different. It was different because about a year ago, Golden Cheese adopted her youngest daughter; Fettuccine.

Fettuccine’s adoption was a little bit different than Golden’s other children, Burnt Cheese and Mozzarella. While Burnt Cheese and Mozzarella were already emotionally damaged teenagers by the time they were adopted, they had a relatively easy time warming up to Golden Cheese as soon as they saw how much she cared for them, including how much money she was willing to invest into their food, clothing, and hobbies.

Fettuccine however, was different.

She was such a timid little girl, hiding behind just about anyone taller than her and only saying a few words at a time. When Golden Cheese met her for the first time, she could see that she was very isolated, struggling with social situations. Messy yellow hair was tied into pigtails with orange and green bows, and her arms and hands sported a mess of bandages and medical tape. While Golden filled out the paperwork to take her home, the social worker explained Fettuccine’s situation.

“I’m not sure what she went through before she got here, but it was definitely not safe for a little kid,” the social worker explained, “poor kid was so small for her age, and would hide wherever she could. In cabinets, behind couches, and if she couldn’t find a place to hide, she would resort to kicking, scratching and crying. She hates having her hair brushed, and she’s pretty accident prone from how quickly she dives into hiding spots.”

“I promise I’ll do whatever I can to take care of her,” Golden Cheese replied, “I know it can be hard to deal with a situation like this.”

The first six months was one of the hardest times of Golden’s motherhood. As the social worker had warned, Fettuccine cookie hid in her room a lot, and whenever Golden had to bathe her or brush her hair, Fettuccine would do whatever she could to defend herself, whether that was scratching, screaming, kicking, or even the occasional bite.

Luckily, Fettuccine started to slightly warm up to Golden Cheese, and as she grew more attached, one of Fettuccine’s favorite hiding spots was underneath Golden’s shirt.

Once Fettuccine warmed up to Golden Cheese, she was surprisingly quick to warm up to Burnt Cheese and Mozzarella as well. However, communication was still an issue. Despite her age, Fettuccine only knew a couple of words and short phrases, her favorite ones being “scared” and “I want snack”.

And now, this was an exciting day for her, as it was her very first Halloween. She was dressed up as a cute little mummy, and Golden Cheese was dressed up as a goddess from a video game she played often, ready to take Fettuccine trick or treating.

Currently, they were in front of a nearby house where several kids were walking up to collect candy to add to their stash.

Once they had walked up the driveway together, Golden Cheese knelt down to face Fettuccine cookie, putting a comforting hand on her daughter’s shoulder.

“Okay kiddo, you’re gonna knock on the door and yell ‘trick or treat’. After a minute, someone should open the door and give you candy. They might ask you what your costume is, and if they do you’re gonna say ‘I’m a mummy’ okay?”

Fettuccine nodded and smiled, clutching her little plastic jack-o-lantern. “Okay mommy.”

Fettuccine padded up to the door and knocked on it with her tiny fist, yelling “Trick or treat!” As loudly as she could. Soon after, the door opened, and an older lady answered the door.

“Hey there kiddo,” she started, “what are you dressed up as?”

“I’m a mummy!” Fettuccine announced excitedly. After a moment, her smile faded. “You… scared?”

The woman chuckled lightheartedly. “Not at all! Your costume is just the cutest. Here, take as much candy as you want.” Offering the bowl to Fettuccine.

Fettuccine’s eyes lit up with excitement and she took two fistfuls of candy, dumping them into her little plastic jack-o-lantern. “Thank you!”

“Have a good night, happy Halloween!” The woman replied, waving goodbye to Golden Cheese and Fettuccine.

After that, Golden and Fettuccine visited as many houses in the neighborhood as they could, Fettuccine excitedly accepting candy from each house until her legs grew tired. By the end of their little adventure, Fettuccine had collected a mountain of candy, so much so that Golden Cheese had to put some in the extra bag she brought in case Fettuccine ran out of room in her bucket.

Once they had returned home, Fettuccine was very proud of her earnings from the night, and Golden Cheese couldn’t be prouder of how brave her daughter was that night, interacting with so many people and learning new phrases she had never used previously.

For the rest of the night, Fettuccine, Golden Cheese, Burnt Cheese, and Mozzarella all sat together in the living room, eating candy and watching the Halloween specials from all of Fettuccine’s favorite cartoons until Fettuccine drifted off to sleep in Golden’s lap. In that moment, Golden knew that despite all the obstacles that she had faced while taking care of Fettuccine, it was all worth the struggle, and she couldn’t wait to see what was to come of this little family of hers.

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[astridhoff03]

A Wish for Snoggeltog 🎄

“Mom, mom, look what Odin brought me. A notebook with a drawing of Toothless.” Astrid watched excitedly as her daughter jumped up and down happily while Nuffink was still unwrapping his present. "What did you get, Nuffink?" "A sword," he cried happily. He ran to his father and pulled his father's sleeve onto the floor. "Come on, daddy, play with me." "Yes, I'm already here Nuffink," Hiccup laughed and grabbed the small shield that Nuffink had gotten with his sword. Zephyr jumped into her mother's lap and the two watched as their two boys played.

After the children were in bed, Hiccup and Astrid cuddled up in front of the fire and watched the fire burn down. Hiccup had his arm around her shoulders and kept kissing her neck. “Did I actually tell you today how much I love you?” Astrid smiled. "Probably a hundred times." Hiccup was suddenly overwhelmed when his beautiful wife hoisted herself onto his lap. “Are you ready to receive your present now,” she said as she unbuttoned her blue shirt and slowly slipped it from her arms, provocatively extending her breasts towards him. "I'm always ready to receive your gift." A grin crossed his lips as he tried to unfasten the pieces of his armor. But Astrid got ahead of him with quick moves. "You're just wearing too much." "But you said I looked sexy all in leather?" Astrid kissed him on the forehead. “You do too. Only it's the same dilemma as with your flight suit. Too many straps and too many buttons and pockets." Hiccup laughed into the next kiss Astrid placed on his lips, his hands wrapped around her hips and trailing down to her sweet ass, which was still gorgeous despite two pregnancies. “You thought it was sexy. All of my flight suits and armor, you said you like how it turns you on, that they emphasize the most obvious thing, that certain masculine something. That you would like to tear it from me with your teeth.” Astrid turned bright red and pushed back a strand of her blonde hair as Hiccup undid both of her pigtails. She quickly fasted again and freed him from his armor so that he only sat in front of her in his brown tunic, but now he was rid of it again. "Let me remind you how much you enjoyed taking the measurements of my armor." She kissed his neck and whispered in his ear: "Most especially, the measurements of my breasts." With these words she felt how his hands pulled her white and gold shirt over her head so that she was only sitting in her chest bandages, which Hiccup quickly removed from her. He smiled contentedly as her plump, rosy breasts bounced slightly in front of his eyes. "What does the expert say?" Hiccup looked deep into his wife's eyes before wrapping his arms around her so he could feel her soft breasts against his skin. “After all these years, still as perfect as the first day.”

After a long hour of making love, the two lie snuggled up together in front of the glowing fire. Hiccup absentmindedly played with her long wavy blonde hair that hung loosely. "You're okay, darling?" Hiccup sighed and sat up, his eyes shining sadly in the glow of the glow. "I didn't tell you the truth once." "What?!" Astrid sat up. "And you're saying that now?" "I'm sorry, Astrid, but I was too scared and worried...about...you." "Hiccup of what? You know you can tell me anything.” She moved closer to him and snuggled into his shoulder, placing a few kisses on his freckled shoulders. "Come on, get out of the language." Hiccup sighed heavily and leaned against his wife, who pulled him into a tight hug. “What were you afraid of?” “Losing you. I still have one wish in my heart, but I would risk your life again and I don't want that. I can't put you through something like that again." "Tell me about your wish." Hiccup put his arms around her, smelling the lovely scent of wildflowers in her hair. “I want another child.”

Have a lot of fun with this cliffhanger my dear readers and merry Christmas everyone!

[occasionallyprosie]

A Thousand Ways

Chapter 5: "Forests, Farms, and Family"

In the middle of the night, Legend finds himself dropped into an unknown forest with nothing more than an assassin's knife and magic he only just learned.

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Not Febuwhump (aka continuing plot)

Read On AO3 Warnings: None :)

He woke up falling.

Legend cursed loudly when he hit the ground. He dragged himself to his feet and flicked out the knife he'd kept on his person since the assassination attempt. 

He was in a forest, tall winding trees in numerous shades of green. The ground didn't have much in the way of fallen leaves but soft grass and underbrush.

The portal must've come in the night. He hated it when they did that.

He didn't recognize the forest nor its magic. It was familiar, that was for sure, and dark. He'd been here before, but with how much time travel he'd done, he still was unsure.

"Okay, okay," he let out a soft breath, "you're in an unknown forest— boots!"

At least the portal had dropped his boots with him. He pulled the shoes on, raising his head to study his dark surroundings.

He didn't have anything else, he didn't see anything else. So he looked up at the stars and almost pouted at seeing nothing. A cloudy night then, no wonder it was so dark.

"Right," he muttered. "Unknown forest, unknown era... no equipment. Adventure number four all over again."

He'd be fine. At least he had a weapon this time.

"Not fine!"

Legend cursed all that was holy as he weaved through the trees. He tried to catch the half dozen monsters trying to kill him off guard. He managed to flank the moblin and tore a fairly deep gash in its side only to nearly get cut in the face by one of Wild's stupid lizalfo's tongues.

He managed to steal a sword off an armos and though it was as brittle as its armor, he used it long enough to take out the two bokos before it snapped and he threw it in the lizalfos' face.

The moblin, black blood seeping from the gash in its side, lumbered toward him completely unhindered.

An explosion of fire sent it flying back.

Legend panted, staggering a bit as he scanned his surroundings for more monsters.

He had to find either civilization or the others. Where the first monsters he ran into had been homogeneously from Warriors' era, this one had been from all across the timeline and two —the moblin and one of the bokos— had black blood.

He pushed himself to his feet and kept running.

He really needed to find safety.

He found a farmhouse.

It'd have to do. He needed bandages or at least directions to the nearest town.

Despite the time, he went up to the front door and knocked, trying to subtly hold his side to apply pressure on a gash. His hair ended up tied up with the remains of his green under-tunic, leaving it in a high ponytail as a result.

The door opened. "Yes—oh!"

It was a young woman, she had blonde hair tied in pigtail braids, wearing a white shirt and a pink skirt.

"Sorry," he winced. "I just need directions to the nearest town, that's—"

"Oh no you don't." She pulled the door fully open. "Come on in. Momma! We got a hurt kid!"

Legend startled back, but the girl grabbed his arm and tugged him inside. An older blonde woman came in, gasping softly.

"Oh! Linkle go get some bandages and a potion!"

The older woman took Legend from the girl, Linkle, and tugged her over to the sofa.

"No, I don't want to—"

"You are just fine, young man," the woman said sternly. "We are helping you and don't you make a fuss about it. The closest town's a two hour journey from 'ere."

Legend sighed. He knew better than to argue with farm women who had their minds set on things. His grandmother was the only person in his life he hadn't been able to dissuade from things they had their hearts and minds set on.

He reluctantly complied, Linkle and a younger red-haired girl coming in with medical supplies. It didn't take long to clean and bandage the gash in his side, and the older woman had all but forced the potion down his throat when he tried to argue against using it.

The young girl suddenly returned with a cup of tea and the older woman pushed it into his hands.

"Drink up, young man," the woman told him. "Can you tell us what happened? Where's your family?"

Legend snorted a bit. "I ran into monsters trying to catch up with them. I'm on a sort of trip with... with my brothers, and we got separated a while back. I can usually handle myself fine, but someone kinda stole my supplies, so all I got is a knife."

"Oh that sucks," Linkle grimaced. "What's your name?"

"Link."

"Really? My brother's got the same name, though a lotta people do really. I'm Linkle, this is my baby sister Lily," the younger, red-haired girl who'd brought him the tea smiled brightly, "and this is my Momma, Leah."

"Thank you," he told them sincerely. "I owe you big time."

"It's no problem, dear," Leah assured him. "We're glad to help."

"Besides, Linkle's got too much of a savior complex to not help," Lily teased.

Linkle rolled her eyes. "Oh shut up."

"You can stay here for the night," Leah told Legend, holding up her hand before he could argue. "Linkle will take you to town in the morning, she's got plenty of allowance from the Queen to help you get back on your feet. And don't you try and avoid it. I want you with a full bag of provisions, and a sword before you and her split ways, you hear me, young man?"

Legend stared at her. "I really don't need—"

Leah gave him a pointed look.

He sighed, slumping a bit. "Yes ma'am."

He learned their surname was Tailor, they had a whole herd of sheep and a cotton field, along with cuccos that Linkle insisted on introducing Legend to.

He made a note to visit his grandparents soon when he got back to his time. He missed them, the Tailors reminded him of them and he hadn't been there in a while. He hadn't seen Epona or Piyoko in ages...

As he and Linkle headed for the village, a portal appeared in front of them.

"Whoa!" Linkle pulled out a crossbow and shoved him back. "What's that?!"

"It's a portal," he said, pushing her arm down. "I, uhh... that "sort-of trip" I'm on with my brothers? It's kinda across time?"

She stared at him. "Oh. Wait, so this is for you?"

"Yep. And it doesn't really like to wait otherwise it just appears under my feet. So—Thank you so much for the help, but I got to go."

She sighed, scowling at the portal. "Rude. We had plans today!" The portal didn't respond. "Oh fine. Go. But be careful!"

"I will. This isn't my first rodeo."

She laughed. "Ain't mine either, but that don't mean I'm not careful. Go back to those grandparents of yours in one piece, you hear me?"

He smiled and nodded. "I intend to. I'll see if I can bring Piyoko with me, maybe I'll be able to introduce you."

"You better! Now git."

Legend laughed and he went through the portal.

The next world was definitely Wild's. He figured that out quickly when he found himself on a cliff overlooking a vast kingdom.

The cliff turned out to be a plateau with exactly zero ways down.

He cleared the plateau of monsters, stealing a few brittle swords as he went and using them to go for the bright yellow, practically golden, lynel, cursing the Champion's world as he did.

He internally thanked Twilight's Zelda for teaching him some actually offensive magic. Din's Fire was unbelievably helpful and Nayru's Love had already saved his life against the lynel multiple times.

He ducked behind one of the few remaining trees, panting heavily. The lynel roared behind him.

The plateau was uninhabited, he'd searched the whole thing. Despite the ruins of a temple and the old hut, there was nobody except monsters and animals. Monsters hell-bent on killing him.

"Alright, magic don't fail me now."

Farore's Wind took him from behind the tree to another spot about ten feet to his left. He ran at the lynel, which roared when it took a second too long to notice him.

He slid beneath the lynel, dragging a brittle sword through its stomach. It broke but did enough that he was able to swing himself onto its back. Exactly like the Champion had shown him what felt like ages ago. He had called it ride or die... a very apt name.

He teleported above the lynel and drove the only other weapon he had, a short sword, into its skull with a downward thrust.

It sent him flying that time and he tumbled across the ground. He hissed out his pain, quickly recovering to his feet out of pure necessity. Was that stupid thing dead yet—

It was. It crumbled to the ground and stayed there, smoking away.

He let out a sigh of relief, dropping to one knee as he breathed heavily. He assessed his supplies and situation.

The weapons were definitely broken. He suddenly understood why Wild was always breaking weapons, the ones in his era were incredibly deteriorated, brittle, and cheap.

Legend dragged himself back to his feet and made his way to the alcove near the temple ruins. A weak fire spell had a campfire going just as the sun set, and he ate a few apples before leaning back and letting himself rest, not sleep, never sleep.

He'd find a way down the plateau in the morning.

Legend walked around the edge of the plateau, looking for the lowest point. He didn't have his Roc's Cape or a hookshot, Farore's Wind didn't go as far as the wall was. It was at least fifty feet up, if not more.

He could just fall, use the spell, and hope for the best...

No, he could see the monsters down there. He was not doing that.

He didn't want to just wait out the portal. Maybe he could make some kind of rope from vines and repel down...

He ended up waiting out the portal, repelling down to the ground only for the portal to show up ten feet after he landed.

He cursed loudly but walked through.

This time he was in another forest, with... big glowing mushrooms.

He hardly hesitated to tap the luminous fungi and they bounced and jiggled in response. Legend stared, very confused by the odd flora. He pulled out his knife and carefully tried to cut it.

It cut easily, but very quickly it just... fixed itself. He brushed his hand over the gash he'd made and felt no difference, no seam, nothing.

"Huh," he muttered. What in the name of...

He tried cutting out a whole piece of it, holding the mushroom piece in one hand, and as the large mushroom reformed, the one in his hand became almost liquidated and he quickly tried to drop it.

A new, smaller mushroom had sprung up where it had landed.

Okay... probably should not make a mushroom army that may or may not one day become sentient. He did not need that on his conscience.

"Hey!"

He whirled around, Din's Fire burning up his fingers and knife spinning into a reverse grip in his hands.

A girl, probably mid-twenties, stood there in a magenta-pink tunic somewhat similar to the one Twilight wore, with steel chainmail under the tunic. She had ribbons weaved into her very blonde hair, framing her face.

That wasn't the big thing though. The big thing was how bright she was.

Her magic positively glowed, she was brighter than the sun itself and so thick with divinity as well. He was near certain she was a goddess except he knew the Golden Three's magic, and she wasn't any of them.

Who was that goddess that Sky and Wild worshiped? It was a lake— Hylia? That sounded about right, the reflection of Lolia.

"Who are you?" She questioned, eyes alight with curiosity that burned through him, her eyes flicked all over him, to his fingertips, chest, and face, he didn't like it. "I've never seen you before."

"Link," he said. "Who are you?"

"Zelda," she approached him but didn't come that close, "Knight of Skyloft. There's no humans on the Surface, and the only Link around is my fiancé. The humans all died to Demise's armies. But you... you have Heart in your blood."

"I think it's 'blood in my heart,'" Legend corrected, letting Din's Fire fade back into his blood. The constant thrum of fire in his veins was a nice if not weird change since he learned the spell.

"No," she shook her head, "you have Courage in your soul, it was built into it, integral to it, and just like the Courageous Spirit you have, you have Heart, Love, Light, in your blood."

Legend studied her. He realized the brightness she had, the origin of her magic, it was the same as Fable's. Twilight's Zelda had it too... he'd attributed it to wielding a piece of the Triforce, which was why he had it too.

"You have my grace in your veins," she moved even closer and Legend took a matching step back. "You've time traveled," she concluded.

Legend stared at her. "Excuse me. What?"

"You're not from here, but Nayru has left her mark on you. I know every human alive and you clearly have my power in your blood." She grinned as she leaned forward. "You're my descendant! I can feel it--No, wait, Link and I plan to have kids someday--you're our descendant! That's why you have both Farore and I in your being more prominently than Din or Nayru, even though they've both left their mark on you as well. You are very familiar with the three's power."

Oh, so it was Hylia. This was Sky's Zelda, the goddess reborn as a mortal. The goddess whose bloodline was that of the royal family's.

"You're a child of the goddesses," she concluded.

Legend found his voice failing him. "No—I'm not. I couldn't—Yes I'm of Farore but I'm not— I don't have—I'm not descended from—"

Her grin softened into a gentle smile. "You didn't know?" She guessed, her voice far softer. "I may not exactly have experience with having a child, but I can tell you that your blood has divinity in it, and I know the golden three's blood claim intimately. You have my blood claim. I can see it."

He felt faint.

He couldn't even argue it, her point wasn't a feeling or an observation, it was something—it was a literal, divine revelation.

The goddess —mortal though she was— herself had to tell him that he was her descendant.

"Oh," he breathed, his voice shaking.

She smiled. "Here, we're building a settlement here on the surface. Why don't you come see it?"

The beginning of Hyrule... of...

He managed to give a small nod. When he didn't move, Zelda grabbed his hand and led him through the forest.

"You don't seem very prepared for this time, there are many servants of Demise around still. A knife and some magic? Oh, do you more often fight with your magic?"

Legend shrugged a bit. He wasn't sure what to say and so he fell back on silence. Zelda smiled at him.

"Link does that too when he's overwhelmed," she informed him softly and he was not accustomed to the fondness she displayed, Twilight's Zelda had done the same. "How much do you know about Skyloft?"

Feeling a bit called out, he cleared his throat and forced out, "Not a lot." Sky had said a fair bit about it, but not as much as Legend would probably info dump about Labrynna or Holodrum, and therefore wasn't all that much.

She nodded and soon launched into a full-blown history lesson on how Skyloft was raised.

Legend listened, trying to hold onto her words and remember them while also trying to keep his world from spinning and flipping on its axis.

Twilight's Zelda had been right.

Zellie and Little Link — They were Fable and Legend, just... from an alternate timeline.

Fable was his sister.

Why... How didn't he know this sooner?

As they walked, they heard a loud blaring horn. A war horn echoed through the forest and the ground trembled with it.

To Legend's absolute horror, a whole horde of monsters were filtering through the trees toward them.

"Get back!" Zelda pushed him back, drawing a sword. "Go straight east, Hyrule Town is—"

"Respectfully, I'm not leaving you alone," Legend said bluntly. He counted thirty-ish monsters about forty yards out. He flicked out his knife.

"You can't—"

"I promise you, I can. You take care of yourself, I don't doubt you can, but Sky would kill me if I let anything happen to you."

Zelda faltered. Then she must've recognized something in him. "You have..." her voice trailed off. "You have his..." Then her face hardened and she nodded to him. "Be careful. Come out of it alive."

Legend grinned. "Of course."

They both rushed the monsters the last twenty yards between them.

Fighting with a tiny knife was not easy, fighting with magic was a bit easier.

He managed to modify Din's Fire, mixing it with Nayru's Love and essentially forming a sphere of fire around him.

He stole blades off monsters, dancing through the battlefield to a melody he'd long trained his steps to follow. The beat quickened as his heartbeat raced faster and faster from adrenaline. The melody matched his heart rate.

Then he ran into the black blooded monsters.

He didn't miss a beat, he had a great rhythm going. He slashed through one, leaving it to recover in order to dive beneath the swinging arm of another, scale its back, and drive the horribly crafted blade he'd stolen off a bokoblin into its nape and drag it down over the recovering other black blooded monster.

One would not be getting up and the other would take a moment.

Legend burst both into flames, fire exploding from an orb and he dodged to the side from a sharp tongue shooting out.

He cut the tongue with his knife and the lizalfos it was connected to screeched loudly, had it spoken any of the half dozen languages Legend spoke, he was certain he would've heard many profanities.

He ended up nearly kicking a head or two off. Rolling into his landing and springing up onto another moblin's back to carve its spine open.

More monsters filled in the spaces above fallen bodies.

His hands were slick with red, purple, and black blood. His clothes soaked. His hair was beginning to come loose and he couldn't stop it either.

The moment the last monster was gone, Legend turned to find Zelda and she was grinning at him.

"We did it!" She exclaimed, covered in blood too. "Are you alright? Do you need a potion?"

Legend laughed. "I'm fine. Are you..." 

He spotted someone over her shoulder and that adrenaline suddenly shot back up.

"TRAVELER!"

Hyrule stared at him in clear shock. "VETERAN?!"

He tried to run toward the other hero, but one steady step was followed by air beneath his foot.

A portal formed beneath him and the last thing he saw before falling through and instinctively curling to try and minimize damage from his landing, was Hyrule's bright eyes filling with shock, hope, and a bit of disbelief.

He slammed onto new ground. His head spun and he almost wanted to vomit as he hit his knees and elbow on the soft, grassy surface.

A groan escaped him. That was an awful portal.

He dragged himself to his feet and looked around, blinking away stars. 

"Traveler?" He called out. "Traveler!"

Nothing.

Legend cursed loudly and he ignored how blood trickled down his arms and hands, tightening his grip on his knife and began searching the area for any sign of the other heroes. He hadn't sustained so bad of injuries that he was going to be feeling faint any time soon.

He'd been so close, goddesses, he had been so close.

Next>>

[piratecaptianusererr]

Matt is a humble science teacher who loves his students and wishes only the best for each of them and is also known as LA's Sherlock who reads into every little thing but he in fact is not a detective just a Fazbear enthusiast and the cities most loved journalist who formerly worked with Fazbears very own William Afton now my dear reader I say formerly because our friend Matthew cut off ties with Mr.Afton years ago because of all his evil deeds and became the teacher he is today Matt wakes up and gets dressed going to grab a Diet Coke from his fridge giving his furry friend skip some pets on the head and waking up his partner in crime and housemate Analiceia who had passed out on the couch writing a script for their YouTube dedicated to finding out what really happened to the bodies of those kids and what happened to the other two members of the Afton family Matt shakes her gently "Alice.. Analiceia wake up,I'm headed to work." She rubs her eyes and sluggishly stands up to hug Matt before he leaves "adios querido.." she spoke just above a whisper the sweet Colombian girl too tired for English Matt smiles "lock the door when i leave and don't pressure yourself to finish that script" "but we need something-" "not right this second this is the third time this week you've passed out on the couch with your laptop you need better sleep Alice" she sighs and nods one second from clocking out in Matt's arms as they were speaking "get some rest while I'm at work ok" she nods "alright I will now you gotta go you're gonna be late" Matt looks at his watch and grabs his bag running out the door "right!! Thanks!! I love you!!" Analiceia calls back to him " I know!!" Matt slams through the door of his classroom "good morning everyone sorry about that I was running late let's take roll before we get the ball rolling" he calls a few names and after he gets done he notices that his star student is missing "has anyone seen Gregory Afton lately?" A girl with tan skin and orange hair in pigtails raises her hand "he said he was going to the doctor and might be a bit-" the girl gets cut off when Gregory walks in the door with a bandage around his head, dark circles and bags around and under his eyes and he sets his backpack down extremely clear that he's lost sleep as it was taking quite the toll on him Matt crouches down next to Gregory and puts a hand on his shoulder "you ok bud, Or was this weekend just a lot with your birthday and all?" Gregory shakily feels the bandage 'round his head breath wavering as he tries to take at least some air in "talk to me in the hall hold on" he turns his attention to the rest of the class "open your chromebooks to google classroom and read the passage I provided then answer the questions that follow that" Matt takes Gregory into the hall and Gregory leans against the wall behind him breath still trembling "...what exactly happened this weekend Greg?" Gregory looks at Matt and starts crying hugging him tight "my brother and his dumb friends threw me at fredbear and the monster bit a chunk of my head off!!!" He confesses screaming and bawling Matt tries to comfort him doing anything he can will I warned you that those things would hurt someone but this is my student and now you've pushed it too far

Matt does what any sane teacher would do when a student is being abused by a purple wearing mad man who owns a creepy, smelly, unsanitary, animatronic run, pizza chain with five murdered kids, and it's name plastered on every newspaper in town. He called a parent teacher conference. Matt sits in his office, waiting for Gregory and his father to show up. He hadn't spoken to Mr.Afton since their fight just half a year ago when the first murder case of freddies was new and William had been caught red handed by our dear Mathew so naturally he was nervous but his love for his student and that students saftey overpowered whatever negative feelings he felt making him want to leave. he heard the door handle clink, and sat straight up with a stern look on his face. William sat in one chair and gregory sat next to him eyes puffy and red one arm around his stomach holding his side. Matt knew what Will had done and was even more angry than before "good day old friend" william says his deep british voice laced with dark secrets that sent a chill over Mathew. he leans forward hands on his desk "yes" he clears his throat "good day to you too Mr.Afton" willam stops matt before he can get to the root of the meeting and waves his hand the thick silver rings he's wearing shining in the cheap fluorescent light as he rests his elbow on matts desk "no need to be strangers mate we are old co workers of course" he says running the point of a claw like ring he has on down matts neck to the middle of his chest matt moves and gently waves his hand away "i have been told by Gregory that you've been abusing him and by your history i'm not surprised" williams smug attitude and face fall emotionless "i know" "im obligated to call CPS on you right now" william looks into matts eyes face still blank and speaks just above a whisper "then do it" "gregory sweetheart how about you go hang out with the test tubes i need to talk to Mr.Afton" gregory nods and walks over to the test tubes sitting down squeezing the fluff out of his stuffed bear that matt cleverly nicknamed psychic friend fredbear as his eyes seemed to follow you "CPS won't help you Mr.Patrick who will they believe the owner of the most popular pizza restaurant chain in the country a childhood icon or a elementary school science teacher about to lose his newspaper job because he can't find a story" he pauses "it's a lost cause, And even if you did win Gregory would have nowhere to go. his mother is dead and we have no other family" "I would take him, and you can know DAMN WELL THAT THAT I'LL BE DOING ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING I CAN TO MAKE SURE THAT BOY IS SAFE AND HAPPY WHILE YOU ROT BECAUSE THAT KID MEANS THE WORLD TO ME AND DESERVES A LOVING FAMILY WHICH HE WILL NEVER GET FROM YOU" Matt slams his hands on his desk face red of fury he glares at Afton "get out of my classroom I'll be taking Gregory to my house for private tutoring where he will be staying while we get you away from him permanently" William gets up knowing he can't win and leaves silently boots hitting the floor with a loud clop as he walks Matt walks over to the corner of the room with the test tubes and picks up Gregory who buries his face in his teachers neck arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his midsection holding psychic friend Fredbear by his nubby hand as the stuffed toy dangles there behind Matt the boy softly cries and Matt feels the child's tears run down his neck and get absorbed by his shirt once he reaches his car he sets Gregory inside and buckles him up getting in the driver's seat and heading home

[puppyluver256]

[Image Description: Six drawings featuring human interpretations of different Pokemon performing various attacks.

The first image features a human interpretation of Hisuian Decidueye, taking the form of a black man with short white hair and amber eyes. He is wearing an old-fashioned Japanese straw hat dyed orange and red with white fibers at the top, orange glasses, a tan shirt with brown and orange accents and a Galaxy Team insignia on one arm, a white wrap-style belt, a red cape with the Galaxy Team’s Survey Corps badge attached, white pants with red trim, and black shoes with white soles. He is holding a red bow and leaping into the air as he fires three powerful arrows from it, his eyebrows furrowed and his teeth gritted as he does so. The background is a spiral of green and maroon, smeared around as though using an old calligraphy brush.

The second image features a human interpretation of Luxray, taking the form of a woman with light skin, black hair in a fluffy ponytail held with a blue hair needle with a yellow four-pointed star decoration, and yellow eyes with red sclera. She is wearing old-fashioned Japanese-style attire consisting of a blue shirt, a black jacket with yellow collar and cuffs, a blue belt with a four-pointed star decoration, loose black pants, and blue shoes with yellow accents. Attached to her jacket are Galaxy Team emblems along the sleeves and a silver Galaxy Team Security Corps badge on her chest. She is charging upward with lightning arcing all around her, most of it originating from her outstretched fist. The background is a spiral of yellow and gold, smeared around as though using an old calligraphy brush.

The third image features a human interpretation of Floatzel, taking the form of a woman with light skin and long orange and pale yellow hair in twin pigtails. She is wearing the Gingko Guild uniform as seen in Pokemon Legends Arceus, along with a blue undershirt and baggy orange pants. She is rushing upward, a powerful burst of water surrounding her. The background is a spiral of blue and dark blue, smeared around as though using an old calligraphy brush.

The fourth image features a human interpretation of Ursaluna, taking the form of a large woman with light skin and short brown hair with yellow bangs resembling a full moon. A grey bandage is on the bridge of her nose. She is wearing a brown kimono with a grey cloud design and light brown fringe at the bottom, a grey fluffy shawl with matching fingerless gloves, grey pants, and a yellow belt with a blue Diamond Clan insignia acting as a buckle. She is rushing toward an unseen target with her arms crossed in front of her, her eyes shut and her teeth clenched tight, surrounded by an orange aura while large dirt clods scatter about before her. The background is a spiral of dull brown and cream, smeared around as though using an old calligraphy brush.

The fifth image features a human interpretation of Hisuian Arcanine, taking the form of a woman light skin, loosely curled shoulder-length black hair, and grey eyes. She is wearing an orange and black top over a grey undershirt, a grey shawl with orange designwork and a large Pearl Clan insignia clasp, maroon pants, and orange boots with black cuffs. She is surrounded by flames, letting out a furious roar with a look of absolute rage in her eyes. The background is a spiral of orange and tan, smeared around as though using an old calligraphy brush.

The sixth and final image features a human interpretation of Hisuian Goodra, taking the form of a young woman with light skin, long lavender hair in a ponytail, grey eyes, and no arms. She is wearing grey disc-like hair ornaments, a casual style lavender kimono top with purple trim and grey and silver accents (the sleeves tied closed at roughly where the elbows would be) over silver sarashi wrappings, a purple satchel with a silver flap worn around the waist with the Pearl Clan insignia attached to the front strap, purple pants with silver ring accessories, grey leg wraps, and purple tabi-style sandals with lavender split-toe socks. She is surrounded by a swirl of semi-transparent metallic mucus and her skin is being coated in protective metal. The background is a spiral of silver and dark blue, smeared around as though using an old calligraphy brush.

End ID.]

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Yup, it's time for that thing I do for all my Pokejinka teams--everyone showing off what they can do! We've got Rice Pilaf using Triple Arrows, Electra using Wild Charge, River using Aqua Jet, Ursula using Headlong Rush, Amaterasu using Raging Fury, and Smoosh using Shelter :D And I didn't realize this at first, but apparently I've hit my first repeat move in this series, specifically Wild Charge having been used for Manny back with Team Hoenn Braves. Ah well, they show it off in different enough ways so I'm not too fussed hehe.

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Decidueye (any variant), Luxray, Floatzel, Ursaluna, Arcanine (any variant), Goodra (any variant), and other Pokemon concepts © Nintendo / GameFreak Reese "Rice Pilaf" Pierson, Hoshiko "Electra" Kuroda, Aoi "River" Nishikawa, Tsukiko "Ursula" Kumagai, Amaterasu Miyajima, Rin "Smoosh" Kaneko, and artwork © PuppyLuver Studios

[danicadenniss]

DreamWorks Trolls

Branch: Troll Of The Wildglade

Chapter 11: A Painful Threat

In Trolls Brotherhood AU, the brothers learned about their father's sacrifice, he'll passed to Branch as the new leader of Glade Clan, meanwhile William Afton made the Talons Bounty Troll Hunters' plot to destroy the forests and Viva asked God to the trolls from slavery.

Meanwhile, at the Village's arena, four teenage turtles are giving the trolls for their shelter, their names are Leonardo with french lime green skin, brown eyes, he is the second taller of his brothers, being only shorter than Raph. He wear blue mask, dark bluish black suit, blue cloth around his elbows, knees and wrists and a dark belt with his name's initial printed in yellow on a round buckle. His belt also has some ninja stars on it, Raphael with bright green skin, brown eyes, he is the taller and beefiest of his brothers, he has a gap between his teeth, he wear a red mask that covers his head, dark red burgundy sleeveless suit, red cloth around his elbows, knees and wrists and a dark belt with his name's initial printed in yellow on a round buckle. His belt has a brown pocket on it and the buckle with his initial has some bandages on it, Donatello with bitter lime green skin, brown eyes, he is the second shortest of his brothers, being only taller than Michelangelo, he wear glasses, a purple bandana, deep purple suit with 3/4 sleeves, purple cloth around his elbows, knees and wrists and a dark belt with his name's initial printed in yellow on a round buckle, he also wear white neck chief around his neck and a purple money belt and a small flute is usually seen being hold by his belt, and Michelangelo with sea green skin, brown eyes, he is the shorter and thinner of his brothers and had a oval shaped head, more skinny arms and braces on his teeth, he wears an orange mask, reddish orange suit, orange cloth around his elbows, knees and wrists and a dark belt with his name's initial printed in yellow on a round buckle. They are helping to help to free the trolls from slavery, with the help of a beige and red striped Armadillo Bus, named Rhonda with green limbs, a red tongue, and some headlights, she has green eyes with three long eyelashes each, windows and doors over her long body. The villagers give donations for the trolls freedom from slavery, to defeat the Talons Bounty Troll Hunters and never harm them by to protect the nature from threat.

Michelangelo: Joined God's army, to protect the nature from harm and destruction and to save the trolls from slavery.

Donatello: Rhonda, remember focus, the donations for the trolls' freedom. Leo, Raph, Mikey, did we have the paints for the soldiers of the Alpha Sapphire, Harriet healing people, and including the trolls.

Leonardo: What? Are you guys crazy?

Raphael: Please don't call us, Leo and we'll save the trolls from slavery, I hope we're doing good job for helping the trolls from being coming slaves.

Leonardo: (smiled happily) You're right, we are going to save them from the hunters' slavery. (He rolled his eyes and see Harriet and the others arrived at the tent.) A stranger give them food, water and shelter for the trolls. He has green skin, bright green and red eyes. He wore a red and white striped shirt though it seemed too small for him, blue shorts, socks and sandals, with his girlfriend, with a pale purple hair in pigtails with pink hair ties, dark reddish pink eyes, and wearing a light blue dress, white tight and pink Mary Jane flats. They saw them as they arrived they gasped and they ran to tell the people joyfully. The people playing their instruments and they singing along in Afghanistan. The brothers sawed Clay and Viva's new friends singing and dancing with the traditional music.

Floyd: Whoa, looks all the music around here, that's will celebrate the ceremony and then Optimus Primal and the Maximals warriors who guided us to protect them from harm.

Harriet: Attention everybody, Clay have two older brothers and two younger brothers from the land call Nonya, home of the Glade Clan, their leader was Clay's grandfather, his grandfather's land passed to his father Thorn was the clan's leader of Wildglade, 20 years ago today, we honored Clay's father sacrifice himself to save them from Hernan Reyes' threats, he passed to his son, Clay's brother Branch, youngest son of Thorn and Ivy of the Glade Clan. (The people cheered on the brothers and they continued to dance and singing.)

The brothers walked as they smiled happily at them, the hunters gasped and looked at the people dancing and playing their instruments, they ran into the church and warned Dante Reyes about the Wildglades ceremony and the music around here.

Branch recovered from the fall and slowly got up, he spoke out to them. The turtles ran and seemed the ceremony, Rudy Reyes had a nephew and a niece who navy blue suit, metallic silver armors and black belt around their waist, they saw the Wildglades and the other people and their children were smiling at them.

Branch: I am Branch, youngest son of Thorn and Ivy of the Glade Clan. I am the youngest son of leader and also, since the land was my grandfather's land passed to my father Thorn, my father became the clan's leader. I was born and raised by our mother, Ivy and my grandmother, Rosiepuff since 20 years ago today, my father sacrifice himself to save me, my brothers, John Dory, Spruce and Floyd, I'm glad the Maximals warriors save my brother, Clay and his friend named Viva, God want to send all the trolls free from slavery.

Leo, Raph and Mikey whispered to Donnie, about the Wildglades, they're heard about Clay's father sacrifice himself to save them from the hunters. Abby and Travis ran and sit on the chairs. They held the candlelight vegils to the leader of Glade Clan. Victoria Kord is very angry about the music around the village, the aristocrats covered their ears and they whispered them with the traditional music.

Victoria Kord: (with an angry stare) I knew it, the monsters are behind it and what are they up to?

Meanwhile, back in the clan, inside the brothers' home, Ivy watched the village from their home. During those days, most trolls heard their daily lives and routines and no danger has happened to the clan. Ivy heard on the radio and she lighted up the candle vegil for her husband's sacrifice himself to save her and her sons from the hunters. Rosiepuff comfort her daughter.

Ivy: Today is the 20th anniversary of Thorn's death and his sacrifice for protecting us all, and he is in our hearts, Alder and the other trolls writed down the letters for Thorn.

Rosiepuff: I hope Clay will be able to get home along with John, Spruce, Floyd and Branch. Brandy is labor and she is going to giving birth to my twelfth grandson, they will named him or her, Thorn after my son in law, I see a note from Clay.

She picked up the note, Ivy see a message from her long lost thrid son Clay, she looked at the note from Clay as she gasped and covered her mouth.

Rosiepuff: Dear Mom and Grandma,

John, Spruce, Floyd and Branch were captured by Dante Reyes and his hunters at the arena, my fearless friends and I saved them from Reyes' henchman David Kane known as the Black Manta, William Afton working to poison all the lands around every nature, by burning down the village and the cities, while they are destroyed everything in our homeland. Dad is up in the Spirit World, and he lives in us all, I blamed myself for leaving the forest, since Dad died from his injury after he sacrifice himself to save us all from the hunters attack and the fires in the woods and I miss Dad's funeral, Viva and I were rescued by the Maximals, who led by Optimus Primal. Airazor and the other Maximals warriors, we rescued my brothers, I hope Branch is injured by him, and then he will be healed and recovered by Harriet, Dr. Ferrier and the others, Abby and Travis are helping Poppy to happy again. I hope we'll always returned to home, until Branch is fully recovered from his injury.

Sincerely,

Your third son and grandson, Clay

Ivy: Clay, he is alive, Branch will become a new leader of Glade Clan to defeat Talons Bounty Troll Hunters, they are joined forces with the humans.

King Peppy: Viva? Poppy! What did I done to her, I felt bad for her, after the elephants attack.

Alder: I hope so, Rosiepuff. But I still wish they were here with us. (Gasped) Clay is alive and he is out there with the humans in the village. I am agree with your sons, we will join forces with the humans kind to make peace with them.

Rosiepuff: Clay is alive, and I thought he died from the fire cause explosion in the forest along King Peppy's older daughter.

Ivy passed out in her bed and they're trying to wake her up. Back to the village, Dante Reyes is angry stare at the villagers, they're heard about Clay's father sacrifice himself to defeat his father Hernan Reyes. The brothers arrived in the church, the people are angry at him, to send all the trolls free from slavery.

Rudy Reyes: Dante, we need a word about the trolls' freedom, the whole countries' freedom! But first, let's the trolls go, right now!

Dante Reyes: No! I don't want let's the creatures from slavery, don't ever free the trolls.

Arthur Slugworth: I'm agree with you, my lord. We're not freeing those little monsters from prison.

John Dory: It's time for y'all to face the consequences!

An earthquake started to shake destroy half of the village and he and his hunters, and the rest of the aristocrats screaming out of the church.

During the cleaning up at the church and the buildings, Leo and the other people protesting Dante Reyes and his hunter, they're asked them to free the trolls from slavery, Dante looked at the villagers are mad at him and said.

Dante Reyes: Don't ever do this ever again!

Leonardo: Reyes, we want you and your hunters, to let's the trolls go now!

Dante Reyes: Oh no, all of you don't! That's for destroying my fortune and I lost my father!

Raphael: Your fortune, Hey Reyes, lots of elephants coming towards you and your hunters.

Spruce: Clay's tall green friends are right, they will destroy you all and smashed the buildings.

Arthur Slugworth: What is happening here?

His business partners scream, the elephants used their trumps attack the hunters, they looked at them and they stomping around the grounds, they ran as they scream in horror.

Bounty Troll Hunters #4: This can't be happening! (The hunters screaming in terror from the elephants attack in the village, Gloria, Ramsey, Noah and Rudy opened the gates and Fitzwilliam looked at the elephants and he screaming in terror as he began to run to the roof top, along with Dante Reyes and his hunters as they looked down at the elephants destroyed the ladders.) AAHHHH!

Dante Reyes: What? NO!

Arthur Slugworth: This can't be good!

They're trying to clean up all the mess with brooms and dustpans, which they putting the trolls to works, as community services, Dante used the whips on the trolls, Shaw punch one of the hunters against the wall, Dante looks at Edgin and his soldiers arrested two of the hunters and they wanted them to let the trolls go for their freedom.

Dante Reyes: AHHHH! What are you all saying to all yourself!

Edgin Darvis: Let's the trolls go now!

The trolls cheered on them to be their freedom and he is angry at them, he said.

Dante Reyes: No! I won't do this! All of you treated us all to free the trolls from slavery. I don't let the little creatures go, since I will called the cops! (The trolls gasped, Gloria walked into the arena and released the crocodiles came out from their cages.)

Gloria: That's right, Edgin, all the crocodiles came out from their cages, you're in a big trouble along with the hunters. (Abby and Travis opened the cages' locks and Clay teased him and his hunters, the crocodiles came out from their cages, they're behind them, and they scream from the crocodiles. The crocodiles trying to chopped them down to the ground. The trolls looked up at them, while they screaming at the crocodiles, they roared and snarling them, all the trolls laughing at them as they scream in horror.)

Clay: Hahaha, thank to me, haha!

Dante Reyes: We'll get you soon! (Echoing in his anger growled)

Clay: Let's see!

Dante Reyes hate the people dancing and singing by sending the trolls free from slavery. The turtles threw rocks on his head four times, he looked up at Mike, Elena, Tej and the other soldiers shouted at him about his crimes against humanity and the creatures kind, destroying peace.

Dante Reyes: How's could you all, all of you no better! All of you spread all my fortune and caused all the chaos, in the village, all the aristocrats screaming out from their homes and the trolls are going to be free!

Mike Schmidt, Elena Wallace, Tej and the other soldiers: Let's the trolls go now!

Donatello: (Rhonda roaring and looked down at him and his hunters) Let's the trolls go!

Dante Reyes: I don't care, all of you almost ruined my fortune and scaring the aristocrats!

Floyd: They are right, and you are wrong, there is the way. (Smiled heroically, Dante looks at dozen of scorpions came from the desert, crawling towards the village, he and his hunters screaming in horror, the aristocrats screaming in terror and they ran to their houses and the hunters were stung by them, William, Arthur and Victoria saw havoc caused to the village.)

Dante, William, Arthur, Victoria, David, Regina, and the rest of hunters saw the cause to the village, he doesn't let the trolls free from slavery, he dislike music around the village during the ceremony, Rudy, Noah, Elena, Tej, Roman, Cady, Gloria, Mike, Viva, Jennifer, Vanessa, turtles and the other people and the soldiers arrived at the arena, they're angry stare at him and his hunters, they asked him to freeing all the trolls from slavery and he yelled at them and said. John Dory, Spruce, Clay and Floyd used their elemental powers against them.

The peoples and the Alpha Sapphire soldiers: Let's all the trolls go now! Or else, we going to challenge you and your hunters will face a bigger punishment, now!

Dante Reyes: No! No singing, no dancing and no playing the instruments, but I don't want to let's all the monsters go, I will not let all the creatures go! I will never let's all the trolls go!

Branch, Poppy and Sky flew into the arena, Viva leading all the animals and the other creatures, he saw dragons and the animals charged to the arena and released bugs, frogs and others arrived in the village and they sang at each others.

This is the songs, the battle between the Alpha Sapphire and Talons Bounty Troll Hunters, The brothers honor their father's sacrifice during the attack and the fires in the woods. Let's My People Go! What's God's trustworthy. We're trusting God want us to send all the creatures free from slavery and harm.

[magicstar16]

High guardian spice rewrite: The Transgender scene

(Inside Caraway’s office, we Professor Caraway sitting at his desk, with Rosemary sitting across from him, looking slightly downtrodden)

Caraway: So, I heard you’ve been having some trouble in class?

Rosemary: Yeah… am I gonna get kicked out?

Caraway: No, of course not! It’s your first day, I wouldn’t kick someone out just because they’re struggling, what gave you that idea?

Rosemary:… The triad. Specifically the old one

Caraway: (Under his breath, slightly annoyed) oh, of course she did.

Rosemary: I mean, im supposed to be the Daughter of THE Lavender! If I can’t even pass where she excelled, then…

Caraway: Rosemary, look at me.

(Rosemary looks up at Caraway)

Caraway: You’re not perfect. And that’s okay.

Rosemary: but-

Caraway: Your mom wasn’t perfect either. Besides the bar isn’t as high as you think it is. Would you like to hear the story about how she almost accidentally killed me?

Rosemary: (Shocked, with her Pigtails puffing up in distress) She WHAT?!

Caraway: Don’t worry it’s not as bad as you think it is.

(Rosemary relaxes a little, but keeps her focus onto Caraway)

Caraway: Okay, so for context, do you know what “Transgender” means?

Rosemary: uhhhhh, I think I do? It’s where you feel like you’re the opposite gender your born with, right?

Caraway: that’s a basic way to put it yes.

Rosemary: But what does that have to do with my mom almost killing you?

Caraway: I’m getting to that. So here’s what happened…

(We fade into a flashback with Lavender and mid- transition Caraway, as High Guardian Academy students. caraway is looking over a long list of spells, almost all of them are crossed out).

Caraway: (Voiceover) It was when I was still transitioning, since this was before transformation magic started being applied for body modification and not shapeshifting.

(We see young Caraway casting some sort of spell near his chest, with Lavender watching intently. Caraway’s wand starts glowing. Lavender and caraway start looking hopeful)

Caraway: (voiceover) Lavender and I were trying to see if I could use a spell to get rid of my breasts.

(We see a burst of magic flame on the wand, Lavender and Caraway jump back and panic, while the wand spazzes out, shooting out sparks like an unstable sparkler).

Caraway: (Voiceover) However, nothing seemed to work.

(Young caraway gets up, frustratedly brushes himself off, and crosses out the last spell on the list. He sighs, Lavender goes over and puts her hand on his shoulder for comfort).

Caraway: (voiceover) I was so close to giving up, I thought the body I always wanted would always just be out of reach. That id have to stay in such uncomfortable skin forever.

(Lavender perks up. She grabs Caraway by the arm and excitedly drags him away from the magic materials)

Caraway: (Voiceover) but then your mom got an idea.

(We cut to young Caraway lying down half naked in a field, although he’s censored because showing a half naked 14 year old is creepy. He’s lying next to some bandages. We also see Lavender sharpening her sword, eager to carry out her plan.)

Caraway (Voiceover): She thought if Magic couldn’t help, then we’d have to get rid of my breasts “The old fashioned way”.

Rosemary: (Voiceover) I think I can see where this is going.

Caraway: (Voiceover) I could too.

(We see Lavender bend over Caraway, holding her sword slightly above him like a Limbo stick. Caraway looks at the sword, clearly wondering why he agreed to this).

Caraway: (Voiceover) Before I knew it, Lavender drew her sword and…

(We see Lavender Slash the sword, but the impact is blocked out by a black screen with a slash effect and a splash of blood, like something out of a horror movie).

(We then cut to Caraway’s POV. His vision is blurry He looks down, his chest is wrapped in bandages he looks up and we see him dazed)

Caraway: I woke up, bleeding, there was a pain in my chest, i thought for sure I was dead… until…

(We cut to Lavender. Standing in a victorious warrior pose. Cheering. In her hand, she’s holding young Caraway’s now removed tits. Lavender is holding them like the still beating heart of an enemy warrior).

Caraway: maybe it was because my mind was so hazy, but instead of getting angry at lavender at the fact that she could have killed me, I couldn’t help but laugh at the scene before me. She was holding my boobs as if they were the still beating heart of a freshly killed monster).

(Caraway starts laughing along with Lavender, although he starts losing consciousness quickly, Lavender rushes over to him, worried).

(We fade back to present day. Caraway still has an expression of wistful nostalgia on his face. Rosemary has a horror filled WTF expression on her face).

Caraway: I don’t remember much after that since I passed out, but you get my point.

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hey! maybe it's because it's almost midnight and i feel like i'm going insane so i'm showing you a snippet of a wip i'm working on which focuses on different perspectives of teenagers and their stories :) i just wrote a bunch of different short chapters throughout the months when i was going through shit or had inspiration. anyways, enjoy this sleep-deprived 1k word chapter and feel free to give feedback or tell me if you want more from the wip!

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tw: physical abuse, domestic abuse, violence

It was a Tuesday when he was arrested. 

A normal day, where the coffee machine whirred and spat out flaky grounds without permission, and the birds smacked their fluttery bodies into the large window beside the sofa, faltering slightly before flying off their pattern a cute zigzag. It was a Tuesday like any other, but somehow a life-altering event had occurred moments before dinner.

Harlow's mother was making rolls, and cooking some fresh chicken on the pan, the sizzling sound overtaking the house. Their sister was singing along to Frozen karaoke in the living room, following along with the words on the television screen. Her dark pigtails were swinging as she jumped up and down, holding an imaginary microphone. Their stepfather was in the basement. 

Harlow had their headphones on, blasting some rock music to counter the squeaky rendition of Let It Go. They stretched themself across the bed, patting Stardust on the head before kicking their feet to the beat. Their cat rolled over, lazily tapping her tail. The sounds of the Li family were familiar- chaotic, yes- but it was home. When they slipped their headphones around their neck to give their ears a little rest, Harlow smiled at the sounds of their mom yelling at some character in the game show she was watching in Mandarin, and Lily holding an impressive high note. Sounds were just neat, weren't they?  

Then, he appeared. Like some dark rain cloud that no one wanted, Maan thundered up the stairs, his voice barking at Lily to 'quiet the hell down' and Harlow groaned, raising their pillow to slap over their ears. The sound of singing and joy faded out in an instant. The sounds of the Li household were dimmed to nothingness. Oh, how Harlow hated their stepfather. Every night, they would hug Stardust a bit closer, switch on a song or bury their head under the covers to drown out their mom's screams. Harlow would wake up and bandage her bruises or cuts, frustration and sadness washing over them. 

They prayed that they wouldn't have to bandage Lily too, one day. 

Harlow's mother called them to dinner, and they walked outside reluctantly, avoiding eye contact with Maan. The house was quiet again, with the exception of his grumbling. The scent of chicken and rolls was replaced with cigarettes and the stench of beer. Harlow bit onto their hoodie string- a nervous habit- and helped Lily turn off the TV, who was fiddling with the remote with a determined face. 

"Lily, it's the red button." Harlow pointed to the Off button, and she crossed her arms. 

"I knew that." 

Harlow fondly flicked her on the forehead and she kicked them in the shin. After laughing, they looked at the kitchen, to find their mom, but their jovial expression faded when they saw Maan all over her, whispering something in her ear that made her lips purse uncomfortably. She nodded, flipping a chicken strip over on the burning grill. He slapped the counter, making the unwashed pots jump. His fist was clenched, and his flannel shirt was stained with alcohol. 

"Mom? You need any help?" Harlow asked hesitantly, and she smiled gratefully. 

"Sure, just set the table." She said, ignoring Maan's words. He was in a bad mood today. His words were vile, aggressive, and there were a lot of very enunciated swears directed toward her in his rant. Harlow felt their heart skitter nervously and took Lily's hand. 

"Go wait in your room until the rolls are ready." They whispered, and her lower lip jutted out, quivering as if she was going to cry. She kept darting a look at their mom and their stepfather. They both became used to the frequent arguments, the walls cracking and the sounds of screaming. She hated it every time. Harlow felt their heart clench like usual, but they shoved her away. 

They took the rolls and placed them on the table. They avoided eye contact with Maan and spread out a tablecloth, some cutlery, and glasses for all of them. One perfect family. Harlow made the mistake of going the wrong way when they went to get the lemonade jug and bumped into Maan. They flinched. 

"I am going to kill this one, do you hear me?" He yelled in their mother's face, before grabbing onto their messy black hair, yanking at it until Harlow cried out. "Do you understand? You can't fucking get me a bottle of fucking beer? I have done everything for you, whore!" He slapped Mom across the face, and she still stayed stone-faced, her cheeks red. 

"This whole house, run by a bitch like you!" He roared, kicking the garbage cans over, and spilling old food over the tiled floor. His eyes were cruel. His hair was sticking up on end as he punched her in the nose, her head lolling back. Harlow backed away from Maan's grip, rushing to stand in front of their mom and their face burned.

"Why don't you just fucking go away!" They screamed, their voice raw. They knew the consequences of that outburst, but they didn't care, clenching their fists. Harlow's mom always told them to go out being brave. 

Maan turned around, shaking furiously. "What did you say to me?"

He grabbed onto Harlow's shoulders, shaking them and slamming them against the counter, spitting out countless insults and slurs. Pain rocked through their body, but it didn't stop them from landing a few hits in his stupid mustache and biting into his meaty arm. When he screamed, their mom started talking in Mandarin, pulling Maan off of them with fervour. He released Harlow and charged after their mom.

There was so much sound, but now it was horrible sounds. Violent sounds that made their heart cry and their hands shake. They heard beeping. Harlow spotted their mom clutching her limp wrist, blood streaming from her nose. He pummeled into her, picking up the steaming hot pan and raising it to her face. 

Harlow screamed, fear and horror and rage pulsing through them. He swung. 

She ducked. 

The pan went through the wall, cracking the plaster open and causing a horrible noise. Harlow was crying. They saw blue light, and they heard an ear-splitting blare.

"Fuck you." Their mom spat in his face, standing tall. "You're not welcome in this house anymore."

Maan laughed spitefully, the pan dripping ashes and paint. "Who's going to stop me?"

Harlow heard faraway yelling, saw flashing lights, and then...they finally realized what the sound was. Sirens.

"The police are here." Lily stood at the edge of the hallway, eyes filled with tears, her hand clutching an old phone and Stardust in the other. Her flowery dress sagged on her little body, and when she saw the scene set out before her, she began crying more. She screamed when Maan charged at her, cursing words like 'little bitch' and 'disgusting' at her.

"Sir, put the weapon down. You have the right to remain silent." Three police officers charged in the door, barking orders on megaphones and multiple guns in the air.

Harlow closed their eyes, knees buckling as they fell to the ground. Someone scooped up Mom on a cot and wrapped up her hand. Several men forced Maan to his knees, as he struggled and bit at the handcuffs. Lily ran to Harlow, and they buried her in their arms, the fluffy head of Stardust popping up on their shoulders. 

"We're safe Lily. We're okay." They closed their eyes. 

It was a Tuesday when Maan Acharya was arrested. It was a Tuesday when Harlow Li’s life changed.