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Little comic about my OC Nova (a Tailsmo fankid) when she was a baby:
#still working on my aged-up designs for everyone#but i wanted to feature all the girls that I think Tails is pretty close to#nova has so many aunties#nova the seedrian#nova prower#tailsmo#miles tails prower#tails the fox#sonic the hedgehog#amy rose#belle the tinkerer#tangle the lemur#cream the rabbit#sticks the jungle badger#sticks the badger#sonamy#lol#they're at least dating at this point#but sonic still has a fear of commitment#sonic#sonic posting#my oc#my oc stuff#nova's such a cutie!#sonic oc
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So, I made some impulse purchases recently, including this lovely little gal.
Hai Luna~
When I ordered her, it started a bit of a Gardevoir kick in me. So I went and did some brainstorming about Jamie's Gardie pal, Clover.
This did get very long, but there's a lot of art that I really like! :3 Plus I borrowed a certain someone from @mewtwoandme~
Growing up I always drew the green headpiece as a bony structure with maybe green skin on it, like deer antlers. (Except it doesn't shed lol)
But in my efforts to redecide what it actually is to me, I went to Bulbapedia, and that called it hair. So I tried out hair as well, and I kinda like that better...
I love my deranged Gardie. :>
(Leaning into "Mischievous Fairy/Pixie" energy)
I wanted to draw some Gwen (M&M's Gardevoir), as her and Clover's characters are different in a lot of ways, and I thought it would be fun to draw them together. Turns out Gwen dwarfs my girls, and I adore that in every way. XD
I also came to realize that Jamie would admire Gwen--She doesn't wish change on Clover in the slightest, but she does like the grace that more conventional Gardevoirs possess. Plus she'd be astounded by her sheer size.
For the fun of it, I tried drawing them both in each of our styles. (Or more like "Features" than "style")
I did not like drawing Gardevoir in her style. All the respect and love to M&M, but it felt SO wrong to me personally. XD
Annnnd... I kinda accidentally thought of a different way to take their designs...
And then I tried to figure out the logistics of giving Gardvoir a tail. I kinda like the idea of there being one that blends into the Skirt, splitting and running down the length of the skirt ends.
A little character lore; Clover removed her skirt on purpose.
Growing up, I always had in mind that the skirt was skin, maybe acting as thermoregulation, or something like that. I don't think I ever decided whether they can feel through their skirts or not, but if I want it to be more angsty, then yes, they can feel.
Warning for general and self-inflicted injury in this paragraph. As a kid I figured Clover cut it off to prevent it from getting caught or grabbed. But now, with the developing idea of there being a tail involved, I got another idea with even more angst. I'm thinking possibly Clover had a tail bone broken, and maybe it healed wrong, causing her pain so she ripped off the whole skirt.
Okay, injury warning is over.
And now a little silly that's not exactly canon, but close enough. XD
Y'all can thank @puzzled-zebra for this, as she brought up the idea during a chat. It was too good to pass up. XD
And now I wish to finish with a nostalgia ramble, because Clover is very precious to me, along with Jamie.
I started a playthrough of Soul Silver many, many years ago--even before the playthrough that would become Jamie's trainer journey over ten years ago. It was a solo run, with a Ralts egg sent in to be my only companion. (I kept the rules soft, though, as I remember needing help from other Pokemon to beat Bugsy. XD) My memories of that playthough are faded, but I remember that Clover alone beat the Champion at level 64-65. Sometime within the next few years, she was my first ever Pokemon to reach level 100 without the use of Rare Candy or experience cheats. That playthough and whatever happened in it has no bearing on Clover's story, but it's what gave birth to her as a character, and I hold that very dear.
Her nature is "Hardy, Likes to Fight", and I'm really proud of little me for taking that in the direction she took it. XD
Anyway, that's my super long love-dump of my beloved gremlin fairy. Thanks to everyone who made it all the way, I know it got pretty long. ^^
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don't be so reckless, don't break my heart âMITSUYA T.
synopsis: an argument with your childhood best friend leads to sweet confessions in the middle of the night.
tags: fluff, confessions, childhood best friend! mitsuya, fem!reader, arguments (so, angst if you squint a little), mentions of the reader being in a panicked state, mentions of mitsuya having injuries and bl00d all over him.
word count: 4,2k
note: thank you to the amazing @jean-kirsteins-real-gf for commissioning me! I enjoyed writing this piece a lot :) what a way to start the year! happy 2024 <3!!
Your first meeting with Mitsuya is a memory that is always present in the forefront of your head. It isnât something that you could easily ignore or brush off, how such a sweet boy who was about your age had a baby to his chest and a kid younger than you both holding his hand so tightly you could see their knuckles turning white. What a rare sight it was, for a boy so young to guide his sister (after you heard her address him as big brother), the gentle tone to his voice, the carefulness when holding the baby to his chestâhis kind gesture seals the deal for you.
Shy and scared as a shrinking violet, your teary eyes face away from the two boys who had pushed you off the swing. Young you was never able to speak her mind so bravely, so freelyâyet you watch as Mitsuyaâ(a total stranger at the time), come to your rescue with a baby wrapped closely to him. It is ridiculous the way he fights and scares them off so easily. At first, they mock him for his soft features, for his lavender eyes and for the tiny human being latching onto him. Yet a single kick to one of the boysâ stomach is enough to send chills down your spine. That looks painful, you think.
As you wipe your eyes, you are finally able to look away from the bullies scurrying away with their tails tucked between their legs, facing your knight in shining armor. Your savior. What do you say in such situations? What do you do? You forget to stand up and dust yourself, only realizing your position when your neck starts to hurt from craning it to look up at your hero.
âAre you okay?â he presents a warm hand which you gladly hold, and he pulls you up with so much ease as you wipe away the excess tears on your cheeks. âIâve seen them around here, never been nice to anyone.â He continues to talk and you continue to give silent nods as a response. At one point, he questions your ability to speak and your face heats up.
âIâm justâŚâ
âShy?â The slight to his head, the sweet smileâthe crush you developed for the boy was all too expected with how nice he was to you.
As the years pass by, the friendship the two of you have developed turned into something that none of you could quite decipherânot that you wanted to. Strangely, you enjoyed the confusion that paints his friendsâ faces as you walk up to him, scold him for missing lunch, for not answering your callsâand he doesnât blush nor does he shy away from returning your hugs, even more passionately than the way you almost tackle him to the ground. His arms have grown stronger than when you were kids, and the way he smells has become so sweetâŚso intoxicatingâyou feel dizzy when you pull away from him, unable to look him in the eye for the next 30 seconds as you listen to whatever lame joke Draken has to say about the two of you.
Unbeknownst to you, the boy remembers the day he saw you as though it was yesterday as well. Pretty girl crying on the playground, heart thrumming in his chest when he saw the tears painting your faceâhe wasnât in Toman at the time, wasnât even a thing to begin with. He lies to himself and says that his brotherly instincts kick in when he saw you, that the protectiveness stems from the fact that he wouldâve done the same if it were one of his two little sisters. Nevertheless, whatever he was telling his stubborn brain would not go through. He hears you sniffle and helps you up, gives you a tissue to clean yourself and even questions your ability to speakâwhen you part your lips, your soft voice is what seals the deal for him at the time.
At the time, developing a crush could be from something as simple as saying hi a bit too excitedly or in Mitsuyaâs case, the way you had always been nice to other kids on the playground. You werenât that talkative, but you played with kids on the swing, built sandcastles with themâuntil those two boys bullied you and the lavender boy knew he had to do something about it.
Watching you grow was a privilege. In Mitsuyaâs eyes, having you was perfect. Knowing you, growing with you, embracing you in his armsâyouâve become more beautiful, your eyelashes brush over your cheeks when you blink and your lips pout instead of wobbling when you get sad. Your eyes still hold the same amount of warmth in them as that summer day he met you. You smell as sweet as a jasmine, handle his little sisters as though they are your own, delicate fingers brushing their hair, fixing their bangs, prepping their mealsâyou treat him and his family with something that feels so special but he would hate to be falsely reading between the lines.
Empathy and kindness have always been one of your traits, you put other people first and although Mitsuya loved it when someone realized just how much of an amazing human being you were, he hated seeing you get taken advantage of. So nice, so sweetâan angel.
You are present when Toman becomes a thing, celebrate alongside the first few members of the biker gang the birth of something so small yet so significant (with a future so big, nobody could ever foresee it). However, violence was never your thing. And so a frown sits heavy on your face whenever you see small scratches on Mitsuyaâs face, remind yourself to scold him later for the bruise on his jawâhow would he explain it to his sisters? Theyâre probably worried sick about him!
âItâs me, can you open up?â it is a rainy summer night, your favorites. You are wearing light pajama pants and a tank top as you approach the entrance door with your heart beating in your throat. At around 11:32PM, soft knocks come to your door. You donât move from the couch at first. Maybe theyâve mistaken the property for theirs.
Until a second round of knocks come in, and you hear the muffled voice andâwait, you know that voice! As you rush to undo the locks, nothing couldâve ever prepared you for the scene awaiting you.
Mitsuya Takashi was everything yet nothingâa leader, an older brother and a best friend, but when he comes to you so late at night with bruises and cuts all over his faceâpurple and red knuckles, the bones almost visible, he hisses at the feeling of the alcohol against his wounds. Tears welling up in his eyes, the sniffles--you realize how utterly small and vulnerable he is, sitting on your red couch with legs that would not rest. His limbs shake and his head hurts, you doubt that he has eaten anything all day and he watches as you sigh and rearrange the first aid kit before making your way to the kitchen.
âIâm sorry,â his voice sounds harsh, the softness to it no longer there after having yelled so much during yet another one of Tomanâs fights. You give no response. You donât need his apologies, you do not need words right nowâhowever, starting a fight was the last thing on your mind, and clearly not what Mitsuya was able to handle in such state.
âItâs alright,â you say as you make your way back to where he was and place food in front of him. Hot and delicious, the smell alone is enough to make his mouth water and he digs in with no regard to his woundsâyou hear him hiss as he pulls the chopsticks away from his lips and for the first time ever, you give a small chuckle.
Mitsuya smiles at this, a little relieved that you werenât that mad at him. However, he sees the way you sit and face away from him, how your eyes trail longer on the uninteresting, empty road out there rather than his face. This was unlike you. You were never one to avoid eye contact with him, having openly admitted that you find solace in his lavender eyes and his gentle stare. Clearly, something was wrong.
âAre you angry with me?â It is not a surprise that the emotionally intelligent man was able to pick up on the subtle hints youâve thrown his way about your sour mood, and you suck in your lips for a bit before finally mustering up the courage to face him. Your eyes are tired, a deep frown sitting heavy on your face and painting your features in a darker light than usual. One that has the wounded manâs heart breaking for a bit.
âOnly worried,â you want to say more, Mitsuya fixing his posture to look at you encourages you to do so. âDo you have to do this?â you whisper the question so softly, so afraid that someone in the empty apartment beside Mitsuya would hear. You donât know why you are so afraid of being heard, perhaps because you know you are overstepping into a territory that wasnât yoursâsomething youâve never had the chance to experienceâToman, the community, the people in it. They all meant so much to the guy sitting next to you, wouldnât it be insulting to ask him if he has to put his life on the line for them every time?
Upon hearing those words, a sigh leaves the guyâs lips and you feel like sinking into the couch. Conversing with Mitsuya was easy, it felt natural and smoothâwhy was this topic so anxiety inducing then?
âYouâve been there⌠you know, when it all started.â His words serve as a reminder of the day it all started, the joy on everyoneâs faces when Mitsuya handed them the old Toman uniforms. Youâve seen it, how dedicated all of them were. You were understandingâbut this was too much.
âI have butâTakashi, this is ridiculous,â you turn to face him and Mitsuyaâs eyes flicker down to your pouty lips before staring back at your eyes. He hates seeing you so upset.
âI know, I knowâŚâ his hand slides towards your own and you feel electricity through your body when you feel his touch, the way his fingers interlace with yours and his thumb brushes over the skin of the back of your hand. âI just have to and plus, kinda needed that beating as warm up.â
âHuh?â you stare at him confused, pushing him to continue.
âTomanâs been involved in something a bit nasty,â
âBut you guys are used to nasty, right?â thereâs nervousness in your voice.
âYeah but this is⌠This is next level,â when Mitsuya leans forward with his elbows on his knees, the serious look on his face almost sends you spiraling.
âWho?â
âHm?â
âWho are you fighting?â Youâre fighting off high levels of anxiety as he keeps you waiting for a few seconds before replying.
âTenjiku.â
âTenjiââ you choke on your spit, unable to finish your sentence out of pure shock. âTenjiku! You are fighting Tenjiku? No, no no noâyouâre not,â youâve grown agitated at the mention of the name of the gang, and Mitsuya suddenly finds himself unable to calm you down as he normally can.
âHey, itâs okay weâve got this, we always doââ
âYou always do?!â You repeat, before pointing at his state. âLook at you! Youâre barely coming back in one piece, think you can fight Tenjiku?â
âWell excuse you, Toman is also very strong.â Takashi also gets up from the couch, your words having too much of an effect on the usually calm and collected man. As he watches you pace around the living room of your apartment, his hands find themselves in front of his body, reaching towards you in a futile attempt of getting you to calm or sit down. But to no avail. It seems as though the mention of such dangerously reputable biker gang sets you off, and the possibility of what might happen to the man if not careful enough sends you spiraling down faster with each short inhale you take.
âThatâsâwhat? A thousand men against a hundred? Donât be ridiculous Takashi.â
âHow am I being ridiculous? You know Toman,â his eyebrows are furrowed and his body stops moving, indicating that your words were starting to get to him personally. âWe are strong, we got this.â
âYou always come back beaten up and bloody!â you half yell out exasperated. âYou donât got this if most of your body is black and blue by the time a fight is over!â
The tension in the room has grown so thick. Itâs unusual given your somewhat stable friendship with the man. Slight disagreements happened here and there over things that you could easily brush off and say âyes, I was wrong and you were right,â or simply ignore it and pretend it never happened. But as your voice gets louder, and you show more and more evidence of how upset you are, itâs clear as day that âslightâ wouldnât describe the situation accurately. You were having a full blown argument with Mitsuya, and it still hasnât sunk in yet.
Mitsuya can hear his heart beat in his chest, he feels his ears heating up with the amount of negative feelings he was experiencing towards thisâtowards you being so against Toman winning. Did you really not believe in him? Were you faking being supportive this entire time?
âYou know Iâm still going to go and fight alongside them, right?â The tone Takashi uses with you is so unusual that you feel your eyes brimming with tears straight away. Cold and indifferent, two things you never thought you could associate with how the man felt for you.
âWell donât come to my place for me to clean you up. Find someone else.â
âI will.â He doesnât wait for you to open the door for him, doesnât say goodnight as he usually does. He doesnât even slam the door as he leaves. He is cold and distant as he walks further and further away from you, from the argument. Reality sets in and the heavy weight of your words and reactions to his announcement come flashing back like a short movie made to embarrass you, make you feel guilty.
âFuck.â
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âMitsuya! Youâre distracted!â Another punch lands on the lavender hairâs jaw, sending him flying into the ground with a loud thud. Although his injuries arenât as bad as half of Tomanâs, his disorganized state is sending most of his division members into a panicked state. He was never like this.
âUgh--!â Before he can stand up, he is being kicked repeatedly in the guts until blood spills out of his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to roll over and away from whoeverâs attacking him to avoid another harsh blow to his body. He gets on one knee with an arm around his middle, protecting his injuries and he coughs out blood before letting his wobbly legs help him stand up straight.
âShitâsorry,â his hand wipes at the blood on his lips. He gets into a fighting stance and immediately, the look in his eyes changes into something fiercer, more passionate. He hates that the argument with you is the only thing on his mind. Your words, your tone, even the way you havenât reached out to him in a couple of days. He hates fighting with you, despises the fact that maybe you were right, and that Tenjiku are beating them up. But one glance at his division membersâat Toman, it reminds him that the roars of victory when the fight ends, the tears of joy. The pain in his body could never compare to the happiness and satisfaction of being in this gang, his second family. However, he cannot wait for everything to be over, and for you two to make up.
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The universe has a strange way of showing that two people are meant to be. As Mitsuya makes his way back to his apartment, several groans escape his lips as he drags his bloodied and beaten up body up the stairs. He preferred going to yours because there were less stairs butâŚIt looks like it wasnât an option now. As his hand twists the knob of his door, he is fully prepared to see a mortified baby sitter asking him what exactly had happenedâbut instead, he sees something else. Or rather someone.
Earlier that night, things were a bit messy for you. Feeling as though you have been punched repeatedly in the guts wasnât an enjoyable feelingâthe nausea amplified by your shallow breathing, your nostrils hurting from the harsh cold air and your throat dry as a desert as your body refuses to swallow, instead sending you into an anxious state as it forgets to let the oxygen into your lungs. You choke as you get away from the window and run to the kitchen to grab some water, you open the tap and let the cold liquid hit your wrists, calm your nerves. You lean against the sink with your elbows propped against the surface and your lips pathetically wobble as tears threaten to spill. You couldnât handle this anymore.
You were glad that Luna and Mana had gone down to sleep easily, a short story about a princess that wandered around the forest, slipping down a mystery hole into a magical world which she ended up ruling had the girlsâ eyes sparkle, yet the tiredness was visible as their under eyes darkened, eyelids heavy and before you knew itâtiny snores resonated through their shared room. You checked on them a couple of times throughout the night, and although the sight of them sleeping so soundly had you place a hand on your chest as muscle memory, your body wanting to show its reliefâyour brain was running a thousand miles per hour. Takashiâhow was he? Would he even make it back? You feel as though you were a bit harsh with him when telling him that you wouldnât treat his woundsâbut his stubbornness, you couldnât handle it anymore.
There is a crackling noise coming from the fireplace, and you know that the coldness of your body calls for warming up butâbut not now, not when Mitsuya wasnât back home yet, and it was already approaching three in the morning.
As strange as it may seem, the invisible thread connecting the two of you was tugging from both sides and you find yourself staring at the door knob before it starts twisting. When the door swings open and a bloody Mitsuya comes in sight, the first thing that leaves your lips is a defeated âohâ before your feet rush you to the first aid kit you had brought with you from your place.
âWhatâŚare you doing here?â Takashi is the first to break the silence as he limps towards the couch. You donât answer, you gently place him on the cushions before cradling his face in your hands. He doesnât like the look on your face, how your eyes are brimming with tears and your bottom lip wobbles before you look away to hide the fact that you were very close to bursting into tears.
âI was never going to come.â You admit, but it was obviously a lie. Not with the way you carefully unbutton his uniform top and hand him a bottle of water to keep him hydrated.
âI know,â his voice had gone low, almost ashamed to be in such position.
âDid you at least win?â You whisper as you open the kit and pull out cotton and some disinfectant for his wounds, a bandage for his for his arms and legs. His uniform was ripped, destroyed from being tossed to the ground repeatedly, but the proud smile on his face eases your worries a bit. You miss seeing his lips curl up like that.
âToman never loses.â
The next few minutes go by in complete silence, with the occasional hiss and groans from the man being treated and your soft apologies. The living room is filled with something so intense, ready to snap at any given moment. When Takashi groans as you press at a certain spot between his ribs, you freeze and look up at him.
âYou broke a bone?â
âI figured with how hard I was getting beaten,â he holds his side with a slight wince.
âTakashiâŚâ said man looks down at you, and his eyes soften when he sees that the tears you once held in were finally spilling out. âYouâre so reckless, Iâyou stress me out,â you try to wipe your tears away, but it seems useless. The more tears fall down, the less control you have over your sobs. You are on the verge of a full breakdown and the man sitting before you on the couch canât help but reach his hands towards you to smooth your hair, push it out of your wet face.
âHeyâŚhey Iâm fine, Iâm sorry that I caused you this much stress I justââ
âI donât wanna lose you,â you cut him off abruptly, moving your hands away from your face and letting him fully cradle your face. âI canât imagine living without you, Taka,â before your lip could start wobbling again, Takashiâs thumb gently brushes over it and pulls it down.
âYou wonât lose me,â he whispers, leaning down to your level. âEver. I know I get beaten up very often, but I always come back in one piece, donât I?â
âBut what if something happens?â youâre finally letting your worries float to the surface openly. Rather than telling him not to fight like last time, you are now fully admitting that you were anxious about his absence, how much he means to you and how his well being affects your life. âWhat ifâwhat if you lose, you die and I donât have you in my life?â
âThat wouldnât be so horrible, hm? I do cause you a lot of stress apparently,â he tries to joke, lift up your mood but you shake your head almost harshly, hands grabbing his wrists.
âI need you with me, in my life. I need you next to me, I wanna be selfish and keep you all to myself, Taka,â
âAll to yourself?â His thumb then brushes your cheek, up to your eyebrows before pushing your sweaty strands out of your face. âSounds like you got something else to say, donât you?â
His voice isnât playful, but rather encouraging. His lavender eyes are filled with something so comforting yet so intense. For the first time ever, you feel nervous in his presence.
âThat I love you. Iâm in love with you, you donât even know how horrible it feels when I have to treat your cuts and wounds and have to watch you be so careless about something that is so precious to me,â your hands let go of his wrists to cradle his face, mirroring his actions. He melts under your touch, nuzzling into the palm of your hands like a feline craving heat during winter.
âLucky you, Iâd love to have you all to myself too,â
âYou do?â
âI do,â he nods and tilts your head up to stare at him. âI have wanted you all to myself for so long, itâs kind of ridiculous. That warm smile,â his other hand traces your lips. âThose gorgeous eyes,â he leans in and presses a kiss to your eyelids. âThis pure soul,â his lips then press against your forehead, between your eyebrows. âIâve wanted you to be all mine for so long, watched myself fall in love with you harder with every moment we spent together. My heart, my soulâthey yearned for yours. For your eyes to only stare at me, for those lips to only smile at meâI love you.â
You feel your cheeks heating up with every word, every honeyed sentence leaving his lips like a sweet melody. You canât bring yourself to say anything in return, not when looking at him seems so difficult, your eyes, chest and whole body feeling hot at the realization that he feels the same.
Takashi was in love with you.
âYou made my confession seem so lame,â you break the silence with a sniffle, and your face heats up even more when he starts laughing at your embarrassed state.
âIt wasnât lame at all, my love, my heart is about to burst at your words,â
âDonâtâyouâre so comfortable already!â You try to pull away from him when he uses such sweet pet names on you.
âI am the luckiest to be with my best friend, my baby,â he presses his lips against your cheeks with a grin, going in for another kiss when he feels your hot cheeks. âOf course Iâd be comfortable.â
Falling for your best friend seemed like the worst possible outcome when you realized you were developing feelings for him, but when he was holding you with so much care and staring at you with such warm eyesâall those worries melted away against the palm of his hand, accepting the love he had for you with open arms and an open heart.
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Deja Vu | 2 | The Girl Who Cried Wolf
summary: Your best friend died years ago. He went up in flames until there was nothing left... so why does it feel like you can still see him sometimes? content: touya todoroki x female reader, childhood friends au, reader has a quirk, childhood memories, flashbacks, fluff, heavy angst, soft touya, hurt/comfort, tragedy, virginity loss, vaginal fingering, piv, smut with feelings, mdni wc: 9.2k | Prev | Chapter 3 | m. list | read on ao3
Youâve never been good at hide-and-seek.Â
âTouya,â you yell into the crisp air of the forest, âthis isnât funny!â Youâve been at this for what feels like forever and itâs just not working.Â
You canât find him.Â
The wind was chilling you to the bone and it was almost dinner time. This was becoming more and more pointless as the minutes ticked by. You just wanted to find him so you both could go eat.Â
âOkay, well if youâre not gonna come out then I donât wanna play anymore!â You shout, fully ready to turn tail and get out of there.Â
You hear a groan from the bushes and Touya emerges, his hair now white on one side and red on the other.Â
âYouâre no fun.â He chides. âWhat are you gonna do when you have to find a villain?â
âIâll find them, of course! But not on an empty stomach.â You huff, just glad that heâs stopped messing around and you can both head back now.Â
You are both six years old and Touyaâs passion for becoming the number one hero burns brighter each passing day. You can only imagine what the coming years will be like.
Touya stood up fully, brushing the residual snow from his pants, forever unbothered by the cold. âRight⌠whatever you say.âÂ
In that moment your stomach growls and Touya raises a brow.
Frustration makes itself known again as you stomp your foot in the white snow, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. âWe were at this for so long! Iâm tired. And cold.â
âYouâre always cold.â He muses, walking towards you and taking your hand.Â
You shrug, ducking your nose into your scarf to avoid being called Rudolph again, as Touya loves to do. Instead, you try to focus on the warmth of his hand in yours. âAnd youâre always warm.â
Touya hums, leading you both back to his home that was nearby. His mother promised to make Udon tonight and it was all you could think about.Â
âYou know, you haven't said much about your new baby brother.â You start, tilting your head to get a better look at him, he always seemed more tense when going towards the home.
His tense features smooth out at the mention of his new sibling, brows softening and a smile sliding onto his face. âOh, yeah. Well he doesnât do much yet. He canât talk or anything. Heâs trying, but heâs kind of a potato.â
The comment makes you laugh, and you watch as fresh, new snowflakes make their way down from the sky, landing in Touyaâs hair and your jacket. Itâs at this moment you decide that winter is your favorite season.Â
The way Touya squeezes your hand brings you back to the present, the warmth making your heart dance. âBut, I can't wait until he does talk. I bet heâll be pretty cool.â
âYeah, I think so, too.â You agree, âBut you have to make sure you set a good example for him. Or else heâll be the cool brother, you know.â
Touya scoffs, brows furrowing in irritation that doesnât quite meet his eyes. âI know that! Iâm always coolâŚâ
You mutter a soft sure as your best friendâs home comes into view.Â
Udon was so close, you could almost taste it.Â
âRace you there!â Touya shouts, dropping your hand and taking off, effectively leaving you in the dust.
âHey!â You try to catch up, but the headstart he had over you was too great, and you end up last â much to your dismay. Touya was already inside and kicking his shoes off by the time you made it in. âYou cheated!â
The boy only shrugs, removing his coat and putting it away, âIf you wanna be a hero you have to always be alert, thatâs what dad says anyway.â
You follow suit, kicking off your shoes and jacket, and running to greet his mother. It was perfect timing, you noted, as Rei had only just begun placing piping hot bowls of Udon down at the table for all of you.Â
âHi, Fuyumi!â You greet watching her emerge from further into the home. She returns with a wave, taking her place at the table.Â
There was no time to waste as you dig into the soup, enjoying the way it warmed your insides from the cool air outside.
âAnd where have you two been all day?â Rei questions, tone neutral and patient. Itâs at this moment you notice the overheated head of the household was not present for dinner. It's something you cannot say that you mind, given how tense the air is when the man does come around.Â
âWe were out playing hide and seek.â Touya supplied through a mouthful of noodles.
Rei looks skeptical, resting her chin on her hand as she watched her son. âJust playing hide and seek, Touya? No extra training?âÂ
The boy stops, watching his mother before taking a sip of his water, âMaybe a little bit of trainingâŚâ
âTouya.â
âWhat?â He asks, growing aggravated at the woman's pestering. You could only watch as the interaction went on, trying to enjoy your Udon as best you could.Â
âI told you not to push yourself today. Itâs already hard enough to get your father to give you an off day, at least enjoy it by not overdoing it.â
âI wasnât overdoing it! Itâs fine, okay?â His frustration is growing and you begin to shift in your seat, unsettled by the conversation. It wasnât the first time Rei had scolded Touya about quirk training, but it always ended the same â no progress on the topic being made.Â
Rei sighs, the stresses of her day to day beginning to catch up with her. âI just donât want you to overdo it. I want you to enjoy being a child too, Touya. Just have fun sometimes.â
âBut I do have fun â all the time!âÂ
Sheâs tired, you can tell by the bags lining her eyes and the unkept status of her hair. Your mom looks like this too, on the days her job runs over and she has to come home late. Maybe all moms look this way, you ponder as you down the rest of your soup.Â
âListen, I know you want to get stronger, but youâve been turning up hurt more often than not. At least hold off until the doctor's appointment.âÂ
You watch as Touyas brows scrunch and his lips turn down in a frown. You know that look very well. He's upset. âWhat? Thatâs dumb! I wonât be the best if I let a few burns stop me.â
âTouyaâŚâ Rei looks like Touya, you realize in this moment, a near carbon copy of her son the way her features mirror his own. âItâs just for a little while, okay? Not forever.â
He scoffs, done with the conversation and Rei only looks on. âWhatever.â
Thatâs the end of the conversation, sending dinner into a deep silence with tension crowding the air.Â
By the end of dinner, you are more than ready to head to bed, quick to finish your nightly duties and prepare for bed.Â
You try to bite back a yawn as you slide the door to the bedroom open, it is futile and you feel the tears pull at the corners of your eyes â signaling that it was time for bed.Â
Touya was already clad in his pajamas and currently rolling out the extra futon for you to sleep on. It was a soft white and blue and you wasted no time getting under the blankets.
âHey, donât go to sleep yet.â Your best friend whined, arms crossed and judging stare watching you make yourself comfortable.Â
You sit up, meeting his eyes with a raised brow. ââM not. Just getting comfy.âÂ
âYeah, sure.â He stops, dropping his eyes to his lap, lost in thought. âDo you think she was right?â
âHm? Who?â
Touya sucks his teeth, eye roll not directed at you, but his frustration. âMy mom. When she said that I train too much.â
âOh,â you didnât think so. You were sure how much Touya trained with his father, but you knew it was never anything extensive when it was only you two together. There was no way that was considered too much. âNo, I don't think you do.â
He smiles, and you feel like youâve made the right call. âGood! I just want to be strong. I donât see why she doesnât get that. She says I'll end up hurting myself. But when I get burned itâs only a little bit.â
âYeah, when I use my quirk too much my head will start to hurt really bad and my nose bleeds a little, but it goes away after a while.â You bring a hand to your nose, thankful there was no metallic smell lingering from the last time you used your quirk.Â
âThe burns go away too! I knew you would understand.â He smiles, and then focuses on you, tone serious. âHey, let's make a promise, then.âÂ
This piques your interest. âWhat kind of promise?â
âThat weâll both keep trying to get strong. We can look after each other so we won't push too hard. Promise?â He holds out his fist with his pinky extended. His eyes are vivid within the dark room, the cerulean blue filled with a boyish determination that makes your mind rush and your heart flutter.Â
It's so quiet, the hushed whispers between you two make this feel more like a secret than a promise, and maybe in some ways it is. A secret that binds you both to each other, one that is in its own a safety net and a comfort when you need it most.Â
You reach back, interlocking his pinky with yours. âI promise.â
He brings it forward, pulling you towards him just a little. Touya kisses the exposed part of your pinky, and you bring his closer to do the same.
The deal was sealed. Promise made.
The sound of footsteps pulled you both from your steely gaze and towards the door. Touya's eyes widened, knowing you both were not supposed to be awake at this hour. You lock eyes and both duck down, covering yourselves with the blankets and feigning sleep.
It was just in time as the door to the room slid open, a wandering Rei glancing around the now still room. She stood there for a moment â muttering about how she could have sworn she heard voices â before turning to leave, door sliding shut and footsteps trailing back to her side of the home.Â
Both you and Touya tried as best you could to keep your snickers and laughs down, even going as far as slapping a hand over his mouth and yours to silence the noises. Only once there were no more sounds of footsteps did you release your hold on him, bringing an index finger to your mouth to shush him further.Â
âOkay,â Touya whispered into the quiet of the room, his voice carrying despite the honest effort to be silent, âwe have to go to bed, for real this time.â
âYeah.â You nod, trying your best to bite back a smile. You were sure the both of you were the only two people awake in the world right now. No one else but you, him in the pale moonlight â with the stars tagging along, sneaking into the space and lighting up the dim room, eavesdropping on your hushed laughs and promises.Â
âGoodnight,â he breathes, no more than a whisper.
âGoodnight, Touya.â
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You wake with a start, body sitting straight up in bed as your chest heaved. Your eyes darted left and right but all you could see was the familiar posters along the walls of your bedroom.Â
Your bedroom?
âOh, I see youâre awake.âÂ
Your head snaps to the voice, honey sweet and always familiar. Your mother stood at your door, leaning against the dark wood of the doorframe and giving you a look that made a pit form in your stomach. You clench the cotton of your bed's comforter, the fabric anchoring you to the room.
âYouâve been out for a while.â She continues when she realizes you wonât speak. And what could you say? That you chased your dead best friend in the forest and overused your quirk to catch him? It sounds ridiculous.Â
So, you bring the words to your mouth and try to give her a response. Even if itâs a small, insignificant one.Â
âHave I?â The words feel dry and heavy on your tongue, like you havenât spoken in days. Maybe you havenât.Â
Your mother nods, taking your response as consent to come further into your room. Her steps are soft, as if any loud noise would scare you off or make you shut down. Itâs hard to look away from her worried gaze, so you donât.Â
You watch as she makes her way over, sitting down on your bed and the look she gives you makes your chest ache.
The somber aura in her eyes brings you no comfort.
âWhat were you doing out there?â She skips to the point, not wasting another minute. Itâs like the question has been running through her head for a while now.Â
Your eyes fall to your fists clutching the bedsheets.Â
What could you say?
âIâŚâ You swallow, the worst she could do was not believe you. âI saw something in the forest.â
Your mother shifts on the bed, turning to look at you head on. âWhat did you see?â
There was no way she wouldnât think you were crazy, but you had to try.Â
âTouya. I swear I saw him.â Your eyes meet hers and you wished they hadnât. The look of sorrow is now replaced with something much worse. Pity.Â
âSweetieâŚâÂ
You inhale, tears blurring your vision and you knew this would happen. âDonât! It was him â I know it was.âÂ
âI'm not saying it wasnât.â She defends, bringing a hand up in surrender. âIâm just worried about you. You know what the doctors told you about your quirk.â
The quirk. You didnât even think about that.Â
Too caught up in the possibility of seeing Touya again.Â
Your mother sighs, âYouâve been out for three days. Three. You canât blame me for being worried about you â or upset.â
And you donât.Â
Three days is a long time. You reach a hand up, taking note of the bandages wrapped around your head. Youâre not even sure how you ended up back in your room.Â
âJust⌠Remember what the doctors said.â And you do remember! But it was an emergency. One that you couldnât risk letting pass you by. She speaks again, her voice stern. âI donât want to lose you.â
You sit there in silence, taking her words in. The heavy tears on your lower lids fall, dampening the blanket in droplets.Â
âItâs around that time of year again, I know. Iâm so sorry youâre going through this. As a mother I wish I could protect you from this kind of hurt.â She stops, voice wavering as her own eyes grew glossy. âBut itâs also why I canât risk losing you either.â
You want to say something, anything to make her stop. Itâs not the same.Â
âI donât doubt that you saw something, but I want you to understand that it was late at night, and youâre still grieving.âÂ
Your jaw is starting to ache from how hard youâre clenching your teeth â fury below the surface of your frustration.Â
Of course she doesnât believe you.Â
Why would you be foolish enough to think she would?Â
She sighs, the lecture coming to an end. âDonât destroy yourself for this, okay?â Your mother reaches out and covers your exposed hand with her own. It takes everything in you not to snatch it away.Â
âPromise me, please.â
You meet her eyes, the sorrow swimming in them makes you feel like youâre drowning, so you do the only thing you can think of â you nod, and agree.Â
âI promise.âÂ
And you do. It wonât destroy you to find out the truth. Youâll be okay and intact. No promises will be broken, not again.Â
You go out to the forest that night. Even though your head is still wrapped in bandages and you get dizzy if you turn your head a little too fast â you still go. You have to.
Itâs eating you up and you have to be sure you weren't hallucinating.Â
Your mother has been keeping a close eye on you. Sheâs so worried, not only about your physical health but your mental health as well. And you donât blame her. To have her only daughter fall out in the forest and wake up claiming to see her dead best friend? Itâs worrisome, but you know better.
You wave the flashlight in your hand, backtracking your steps in the forest.Â
It's fruitless, due to the fresh fallen snow and lack of footprints. But that doesnât deter you. You know he was here, he had to be.
After what felt like an hour of a search, you decide to turn back, knowing there would be no point as the snowfall increased. It would eventually make things harder to see and you would rather not get stuck in a snowstorm.Â
Fuyumi wonât say it out loud but she is worried about you.Â
Sheâs worried you have finally gone off the deep end and you are too far gone to be brought back to shore.Â
âFuyumi, I know what I saw. It was him â I swear!â You pleaded, knowing how you must sound.
She knows how much you love Touya, and how devastated you were, but what she doesnât understand is what you mean when you say you saw him.Â
Her eyes were filled with sadness and âŚpity. The same pity thatâs been haunting you for days now. âI believe you saw something. I donât want to shut you down, itâs just⌠I know how your quirk is. I know what happens if you overuse it. It could have been in your mind right before you went out.âÂ
You scoff in shock, eyes wide and disbelieving of what youâre hearing. Of all people you thought Fuyumi would understand, or at least hear you out.Â
She doesn't understand. She wouldnât understand.Â
You shake your head, eyes downcast as you fight the familiar burn of tears in your eyes, muttering under your breath, âI know what I saw.âÂ
Those were his eyes. It was his nose and his hair. It was Touya.Â
This doesnât stop her from trying to comfort you, bringing that familiar hand to your shoulder and giving it a squeeze. What would usually feel like a comfort is now a vice, suffocating you as you drown is the reality around you.
No one will believe a word you say.
âMaybe,â she starts, words careful and gentle, knowing you were as fragile as glass, ready to shatter at any sudden movement. âMaybe Touya is watching over you in some way. Like a guardian angel.â
The warm tears fall now, unable to be held back by your crumbling will.Â
âI know how hard it is, really, I do. But I want you to know that youâre not alone, okay?â You can feel Fuyumiâs gaze on you, silently pleading for you to look up, look at her, but you won't. You canât. You know what you saw and it doesnât matter if anyone believes you.Â
You would never stop looking for Touya.Â
Fuyumi lets you go and it feels like you can breathe again. She has become such a good friend over the years, second best to Touya, but itâs not the same.Â
You go to stand, having had enough of crying for one week and she stops you.Â
âWait, I donât want you to go! At least stay for dinner with us. Does your mom work late tonight?â
You nod, she usually does on Fridays.Â
âThen itâs settled. Stay over, let's watch movies or something.â She falters, eyes to the floor as she bites her bottom lip, âI donât want to be alone, either.â
Something in your heart tugs and you agree, moving to join her once more in the living room.Â
Fuyumi may not understand, but she was still your close friend. âOkay, but I get to choose the movie, though.â
And she smiles.
For now, you would be okay.Â
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âItâs so stupid!âÂ
Thereâs a flash of fire and a tree goes up in flames. Touya is upset.Â
âItâs just not fair.â
âI knowâŚâ You drag, hating when he got this way. âBut itâs what they told me.âÂ
âThat means we canât be heroes together anymore!â
The wave of sadness you feel makes your head hurt and eyes water. âI know⌠I donât know what to do.â
âWell, they told me I had to stop training, too. Dad said he wouldnât do it anymore because I hurt myself. You know what I say to that? Who cares! We can be strong if we want to. It's not fair.â
You know itâs not fair.
You are seven years old when the doctors tell you that you cannot continue to use your quirk.Â
Telekinesis is not only rare, but it is dangerous. Not just to you, but to others around you. The doctors were very clear about what would happen if you lost control or if you overexerted yourself.Â
The consequences could be devastating.Â
But quirks are such an important part of oneâs life and for them to tell you to just not use them? Itâs unheard of.Â
It also doesnât help that Touya has another sibling on the way. One that his father is eerily excited about.Â
âDo you remember our promise?â He asks, pulling you from your thoughts.Â
You nod, knowing the promise is something you could never forget.Â
âWell, I think it's more important than ever now. If they dont want us to do it, then we just shouldnât tell them.â There is a determined purpose in his voice as he turns to face you, committed eyes meeting yours.
âI donât know, Touya. That sounds like lying.â
âItâs not if you donât say anything.â He insists, tone even.Â
Your gaze falls to the ground, watching as the wind blows the leaves along the snow. Itâs like their own secret dance. Your promise is beginning to feel more like a secret dance as well.
âLook,â Touya starts, walking towards you and capturing your attention once more, âI swear, if anything happens, Iâll just say I did it.âÂ
You shake your head, brows furrowed in confusion and fists clenched, âNo! Then you would get in trouble, and what if we canât hang out anymore? We can be in this together, Touya.âÂ
He smiles, soft and sweet. Your dedication relaxes him more than he thought it would.Â
His warm hands are on your face again, warming your cheeks and the butterflies that have been living in your stomach go wild again. You absently wonder if you should tell your mother about it.Â
âYour nose is all red again, Rudolph.â He says before bringing you closer and brushing his nose against yours.
You were sure if your face got any warmer you would probably explode.Â
Touya carries on, walking away from you and further into the forest. You trail behind, even though you knew this part of it well, you still didnât want to run the risk of getting lost.Â
âWhere are we going?â Your voice carries in this part of the woods, and it sounds more like a shout.Â
âI found this cool spot the other day! Let me show you.â
Confident as always, Touya trails through and you speed up to chase him.Â
Now you're sure your face is red, but he doesn't mention it again.Â
âItâs down here.â Touya points and thereâs a drop to get to the area.Â
It only takes a jump and he lands on his feet â he makes it look so easy, but you know heâs probably gotten a lot of practice and put himself in positions more dangerous than this.Â
Thereâs that doubt in the forefront of your mind again, the fear that makes you hesitate. âI donât like heights, Touya.âÂ
âItâs okay! Câmon, Iâll catch you. Itâs just a little further.â Heâs reassuring as he holds out his arms.Â
Always fearless Touya.Â
You trust him, and itâs all you can think as you close your eyes and give yourself a little running start and then jump.Â
Thereâs a ringing in your ears again and you donât feel his arms right away, instead you feel light. As light as a feather as you drift down to the ground.Â
The lack of impact makes the fear ebb away as you open your eyes. Thereâs Touya, arms out and waiting as he watches you with widened eyes filled with wonder.Â
Youâve somehow activated your quirk and slowed your own fall. You absently think that it almost feels kind of fun, the way you softly land in Touyaâs waiting arms.Â
âWhoa,â he starts, eyes never leaving yours. âYou looked like an angel or something.â
You donât know why, but the comparison makes your cheeks flush as you fight for a way to respond.Â
Nothing comes to mind and you only bite down a smile. Youâve never tried something like that before with your quirk and the excitement makes your fear fade away.Â
âI didnât know you could do that.â
âMe either,â you shrug. Itâs new to you too, and you werenât against trying it again.Â
âWell, c'mon, letâs go before it gets dark.â And heâs taking off, pulling you along with him by the hand. The wind is chilly but it doesnât completely cool you. Touya keeps you warm, from the outside by his hand and from the inside with his words. Maybe there was more to his fire quirk than you thought.Â
âDonât run so fast, Touya!â
He laughs, but slows down for you, looking back and flashing a smile, âWhatever you say, angel.âÂ
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Itâs the end of March and spring is on the way.Â
The snow melting, the rain clouds are rolling their way in, readying to greet April and bring life to the incoming May flowers, and your motherâ
âWe need them by tonight!â She yells through the phone and itâs enough to make you hold the device far away from your ear.Â
âI heard you the first time, mom.â You sigh, looking around again for the small shop and making your way towards it. âIâll have all the stuff by then. The party will be fine, I promise.âÂ
Tonight is your fatherâs big homecoming day from overseas. Heâs been working away from home for eight months now and your mother has decided to throw him a welcome home party at the last minute. He will be here by tonight and so will the guests â if you finish in time everything will go according to plan.Â
âI just want everything to be perfect.â Her voice presses and you hum in response. You know how she wants things to be, but your father isnât picky. Heâs the most easy going man you know and if thereâs a hiccup here and there, well, youâre sure he won't mind.Â
âOkay, mom.â You start, grabbing your items and making your way to the checkout line. âIâm about to check out now, so Iâll let you know when I'm on the way home.â
She sighs on the other end, but lets you go, not before fully explaining why she needs the banners and streamers in a certain color and you cut her off, hanging up and checking out.Â
It's been a few months since the incident in the forest and youâve given up trying to make anyone see your point of view. They all thought you were hallucinating, but you knew better. You saw Touya. There was nothing they could say or do to make you think otherwise.Â
You heave a sigh and continue your walk through the town thinking of the countless decorations you will undoubtedly have to help your mother hang for the night. It gives you something to do, but god, last minute events were not your favorite.Â
There arenât as many people out and about this time of day and you're thankful. Itâs almost peaceful, the way you can weave through the sparse crowd and get lost in your own thoughts.Â
Until you see it.
It makes you stop in your tracks, heart beating so loud in your chest you could feel it pulsing in your ears.Â
White hair and blue eyes.
You take a few hurried steps to the alley you know you saw the figure go into.Â
He was wearing an oversized black hoodie with the hood pulled up, but you knew the moment he turned and his eyes met yours. Touya.Â
Without a second thought you dropped the bags you were holding and ran after him. He was halfway through the window of an abandoned building when you made down the alley, but was swift as he jumped through it. There was no doubt Touya was fast, but you wouldnât let him get away. Not this time.Â
You follow him, jumping through the same window and chasing as he maneuvers through the dusty dilapidated building. Itâs hard to catch your breath and you are sure youâre running on pure adrenaline now, but none of that matters.Â
All that matters now is that you arenât crazy. It was broad daylight when you locked eyes. You know Touya is alive.
âTouya, wait!â You barely register the tears running down your face as you run, but you dont care to wipe them away. Why would he run from you? Why would he hide from you? There are so many questions that you need answered. âStop!âÂ
He takes a left turn and you follow, before seeing him dip right and itâs getting harder and harder to keep up. After the last incident you refuse to use your quirk. Not unless you wanted to ruin your chances and pass out again.Â
At one point you lose him completely, but there is no outlet in the dusty room youâve cornered him in. He has to be hiding somewhere.Â
âTouya, please! If thatâs you,â you yell out, voice hoarse from emotion, âplease, come back. Talk to me.â Youâre looking around the dark room, walking further in and searching for something, anything that shows his presence.Â
You make the mistake of having your back to the door, the only exit in the room and Touya darts out, passing you and making it back into the main part of the building.Â
You curse before hurrying behind him, but it was too late. All you could see was him hopping the window and landing on his feet below. It was too high for you to follow so you only grip the window pane, tears of frustration running down your cheeks as you watched him run.
âWhat about our promise?â You yell, wondering if your words could reach him.
Thereâs a sick feeling forming in your gut and you try to pull yourself together â wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt and the sobs shook your body. You had a party to prepare for and you couldnât keep playing this game of back and forth.
Your mother gives you an earful when you arrive home much later than you were supposed to, but she was so focused on getting your fatherâs welcome home party together that she let you off the hook easily.
As long as you helped her hang the decorations.Â
There is a tense air around the both of you and you know your mother is hesitating asking. You aren't sure if itâs to save you the trouble of a pointless conversation or if she is just tired of hearing about it.Â
You decide not to tell her of your latest meeting. Brushing off any odd stares and worried glances with excuses of being tired. It was not wise to tell anyone what you saw. They would only think of you as the girl who cried wolf.
When your father made it home you knew he could tell something was off with you by just one look alone.Â
He participated in the socializing and games until the crowd died down and people began to leave. You had called it a night long ago and made your way to your room, headphones on and catching up on homework.Â
There was a knock loud enough to hear through the headphones, making you remove one and causing you to turn and see your father standing at the door.Â
âYes?â You ask, unsure what he could want at this hour.
He gives you a small smile, one as gentle and kind as you've always known him to be, and asks to come in â taking a seat on your bed while you close the book at your desk.
âI wanted to talk.â He started, watching as you removed the headphones from your head completely and gave him your undivided attention, sure that this would be about whatâs been going on lately.Â
âHave you started looking for colleges?â
The question surprises you, and you shake your head. You should start looking soon, since you turn seventeen soon and only have one year left, but it hasnât been your main priority. âNo, I havenât.â
He only smiles, eyes crinkling shut as he waves off your worried expression, âItâs fine! I actually had an alternative for you. Itâs something I've been looking into during the business trip.â
Your interest is officially piqued as you urge him to continue.Â
âWell, Iâm sure you know this, but you have a pretty rare quirk.â He starts, tone leveled, âIâve been working on research studies and thereâs somewhere I found that would love to have you intern and learn more about it.â
You tilt your head. âYou want me to be a guinea pig?â
âNo!â Your father laughs, already knowing how it would sound. âNo, not that at all. I want to understand your quirk better, and for you to understand it better. I think it would be good for you. A chance to grow.â
To grow. You narrow your eyes at the words, starting to understand what he was getting at. âSo youâve heard.â
âI did. And before you get upset â I believe you. I will always believe you, and that's why I want you to do this." His words make your eyes widen and he continues. âItâs in a small town a little further away, but the internship comes with your own apartment and a stipend for food. Your mother and I will still support you, of course...â
You hold a hand up to stop him, âwait, how far away is the town?â
Your father rubs the back of his neck, an anxious habit heâs had as long as you could remember. âAbout four hours from here.â
âFour hours?â Your voice is louder than you meant for it to be but you can't help it, standing to your feet in disbelief.Â
âItâs such a good opportunity for you, honey. This town⌠has too many memories. Itâll help you grow. At least tell me youâll consider it?â
It feels like hours before you speak again, the stunned feeling hijacking your body. But you do respond, you owe him that much.Â
âAlright, Iâll think about it.â You give, taking your seat at your desk again. It feels like your mind is swimming, but you had to at least mull it over.Â
âThank you,â your father stands and hugs you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before exiting your room. âI promise it won't be so bad. Goodnight, honey, I love you.â
You only nod in response. Maybe getting away would be good for you.Â
The first day you find a gift it is raining outside.
You stumble up to your front doorstep, closing your umbrella and shaking off the excess water. Â
âWhat theâŚâ You reach down to pick up the little box, and turn it over to examine it. Maybe your mother got something delivered.Â
The thought follows you into the home as you pull off your raincoat and rainboots, making your way to the kitchen where your mother had started on dinner.
âOh, welcome home.â She greets, stirring the pot of soup and eyeing the box in your hand. âWhat do you have there?â
Your brows furrow as you take a seat at the table. âI thought you would know. Itâs not for you?â
âNope.âÂ
The response only makes your brows furrow more as you search for maybe a name or any indication that it was delivered to the wrong place.Â
âYou should open it.â Your mother pipes up and you shrug, ripping the paper and opening the box.Â
You drop the box the moment you see the item.Â
There was no way.
âWhat? What's the matter?â Your mother questions, her eyes filled with worry as she reaches for the box.
You snatch it away from her and dart off to your room, supplying her with an excuse about how you donât feel well before locking yourself in your bedroom.Â
The box held a golden locket inside of it. It was in the shape of a heart and you were terrified to open it and see what lay inside of it. You decide that the suspense would be too much and open it anyway â the photo makes your breath hitch.
It was you and Touya.Â
You, with your bright eyes and happy smile and Touya, half white and half red hair looking at you as you hug him, cheeks pressed together.Â
There was no denying it now. Touya was alive and he was hiding from you.Â
Maybe heâs watching over you â like a guardian angel. Fuyumiâs voice rang in your head as you fought the tears blurring your vision.Â
Why would he send you this and not talk to you?
All of it made your head spin as you thought of the countless reasons and possibilities. You didn't bother to wipe the tears from your eyes as they rolled down your cheeks. Only opting to lay down in your bed, holding the locket close to your chest as you stared at the ceiling above.Â
It made no sense. Touya could trust you, so why would he hide from you?
Unless he didnât want to be found.
The next gifts come in different forms and sizes, ranging from your favorite snack to cute cards.Â
Always something small but never with a note or handwriting. It was almost like he truly didnât want to be found.Â
And maybe he didnât.Â
Itâs scary at first, receiving random gifts and items from someone who might as well be a ghost, but as the months went on you grew used to it and even began to expect it at some point.Â
Now you knew you could rest easy knowing that Touya was alive and maybe, just maybe he was waiting on the right moment to come out. You would trust him.
It also doesnât take long for you to come to a decision with your fathers offer.Â
Itâs an amazing opportunity and you should take advantage of that while you can. You tell him as much and you could feel his excitement through the phone call. He was away on business again, but he would handle most of the heavy lifting, all you had to do was apply and wait on your offer once you graduate.Â
There was just one thing you had to do before you left.Â
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You are eighteen years old when you leave Musutafu.
By this time you couldnât take it anymore. Either Touya had gotten better at hiding or he knew you would be leaving soon, but there was nothing else from him â and there hadnât been for months. At this point it felt like glimpses of the past haunting you. Every part of the city reminded you of him and of your childhood together.Â
Fuyumi was upset to see you go, but she understood.Â
You still believed, deep down, she thought you were losing your mind.Â
You needed this though â needed a getaway. The ghost of Touya was holding you down, holding you back.Â
Even though the gifts stopped coming months ago.Â
She is kind as she hugs you and waves you off, knowing that one main reason for your company in her home was to visit Touyaâs shrine. She does not stop you, does not ask questions â not after the time she mentioned how you didnât bring him up as often.Â
There was no need to. You only told her that youâve moved past that and you knew Touya was watching over you, a small smile on your face as you touched the locket dangling from your neck. Fuyumi didnât bring the topic up again.
Today is the day you leave. You had waited and waited for any sign of Touya again, but there was nothing. So you took matters into your own hands, making a little bag of gifts and a card that held the new updates to your life and address.
It was a long shot, but it was a chance you had to take.
Once you finished, it didn't take long to make your way back home, gathering your things as your parents insisted on driving you to the train stop. With your mother buzzing around you like a bee, making sure everything was perfect before you went off on your own.Â
The idea of new beginnings had begun to feel a little more welcomed.
Your new apartment is small.Â
It is small and cozy and just enough for you. Itâs a comfortable one bedroom place and you can only imagine all the ways you will decorate the space.Â
The town is also cozy and quaint â one that is reminiscent of old fairy tales, but a lot less magical. You can't help but sigh at the mundane routine youâve fallen into since youâve arrived. A nice walk from your apartment to the research lab, and from the research lab to your home. Since itâs summer there aren't many researchers on campus, so you have more than enough time to explore the parks and stores.Â
One week turns into two and then two weeks turn into a month. Youâve gotten used to the small town and the people that live there. It's become relaxing and the new routine has eased your nerves. Maybe your father was right about needing a change.
But no matter what you do, you cannot stop thinking about Touya.Â
The thought of leaving him is heavy, but when you touch your locket, you know it is for the best.
Everything changes on a Thursday night.Â
Itâs a normal night, one where there is no need to go to the lab, so you hang around in the apartment â setting up cozy lights and posters from home. Itâs beginning to come together more and more everyday, and you decided to end it all with a simple and easy meal. One that you could mindlessly eat while watching a movie.Â
It's a foolproof plan, really.Â
Youâre stirring the pot of noodles, humming a tune when you hear the knocks at your door. It is dark outside, and you havenât made enough friends to warrant visitors, so the idea of a guest at this hour sends alarms ringing in your mind.
You grip the wooden spoon tight as you take cautious steps to your door, knowing that if it came down to it you would be more than ready to whack whoever trespassed.Â
âWho is it?â You call out, loud enough for the intruder to hear, but get no response.Â
At this point you are sure it was just your imagination and you turn, ready to get back to your noodles, when the knocks sound throughout the apartment again.
Frustrating is the only thought on your mind as you stomp towards your front door, ready to give whoever was on the other side of it a piece of your mind for interrupting your peaceful night with this bullshitâ
The door swings open and your words die on your tongue.
Cerulean blue looks down at you and you were right â he has gotten taller.
âHey, angel.â
You couldnât believe your eyes. You wouldnât believe your eyes because if you did you would see Touya, your childhood best friend Touya on your doorstep. Real and in the flesh, hair white as snow and eyes worn with fatigue.Â
âCan I come in?â He asks and you are shellshocked, only stepping to the side as your eyes follow his every move.Â
This was a moment you thought of for years after your first encounter in the forest, and for him to be here, with you. It didnât feel real.
âTouya,â you gasp, voice low as if being any louder would wake you from this dream you must be having.
âI know.â His eyes are downcast with a sorrow youâve never seen in him before, âI.. have a lot I want to tell you.â
Itâs at that moment that the timer for your ramen goes off, startling you both and sending you rushing to the kitchen. You offer him a seat and insist that youâve made enough for the both of you.Â
There was so much you needed to discuss, so much to catch up on. You didnât know where to start.Â
The little table you use to eat on is small, but perfect for the two of you, you realize as you set both bowls down and hand him a set of metal chopsticks.Â
Your heart was in overdrive as you ran through thousands of things to ask, millions of unspoken words to say. Youâve imagined this moment in your head for years. Time and time again youâve thought of what you would say to him, what you would do if you ever saw him again.Â
Now the opportunity has presented itself and all you can manage is a wide eyed look as you both quietly eat your ramen.Â
Surreal.Â
This moment feels surreal and youâre sure that if you make any sudden movements or ask any loud questions, that it would be gone. Touya would be gone, disappearing in an instant and leaving you alone in your apartment.Â
He speaks first, saving you the trouble of searching for words. âThe food was good.âÂ
His voice sounds scratchy, like it hasnât been used in years and you can't help but wonder why.Â
âThank you.â Itâs all you can manage to get out, stunned to your core and desperately searching for words.Â
You go to stand, taking the empty bowls with you to the kitchen and Touya follows suit, trailing behind in the small space of the apartment and you are hyper aware of his presence.Â
You can feel the warmth of his body even when he is steps away from you. It radiates and blankets you in feelings you havenât felt in years.Â
As you place the bowls in the sink you canât help but wonder where should you go from here. Itâs a thought that plagues you as you grip the edge of the sink, fists tight and head hung low while you brace yourself to turn around, to face the reality of the truth standing right behind youâ
You do it. You turn and itâs not a dream. Itâs not your imagination, you conclude as you look into Touya's eyes, blue and familiar. Eyes you would know anywhere.Â
His hair is snow white, the last color you saw it as before heâ
âYou kept it.â His eyes drop to the golden locket around your neck, a small smile pulling at his features.Â
âOf course I did.â Youâre firm, bringing two fingers up to brush against it, the cool feeling bringing you comfort over the last few years.Â
His gaze seems far away as he zeros in on your locket, âI was worried you wouldnât, after the last time weââ
âDonât.â You cut him off, words sharp. âDonât talk about it. Not tonight.â
You donât know what youâre doing or where your mind is going as you take a step forward. Heâs so different, yet so familiar and you canât help but reach your hand up to brush over the newly faded scars along his cheek.Â
Touya leans into the touch, closing his eyes and allowing you to feel.Â
When he opens them again you get that feeling in your chest that always pulls at you and for the first time, you can finally place a word to the feeling.Â
âIâm sorry,â you stammer, vision blurring with tears as you fight for your words, âIâm sorry I didnâtââ
Touya stops you, crashing his lips into yours and effectively silencing your racing thoughts. Itâs warm and heâs so close, you wish you could pull him closer but you settle for this, allowing the tears to freely roll down your cheeks.Â
When he pulls away there is only the smallest distance between you two. Noses so close they are almost touching.Â
âI donât care about any of that,â his eyes are so focused on yours, it feels like heâs put you in a trance. âIâm the one who should be apologizing, anyway.â
Before you could even shake your head, tell him no itâs the other way around, heâs pulling you back into a kiss, one so soft and so gentle you feel as though his lips were made for yours.Â
It presses on, your hands finding his hair, soft and fluffy as youâve always known it, while his hands hold your waist, pulling you in and keeping you close.Â
This is not your first kiss, and itâs not Touya's either. You both decided at around eleven years old that you would try to emulate your parents and see what the fuss was about. Surely enough, you didnât think you did it right because there was nothing. No sparks, no fireworks â just lips pressed together.Â
You were both too young at the time, you now realize as you wrap your arms around Touya's neck, tilting your head and deepening the kiss. Way too young to realize that love is not fairytales and fireworks.Â
Love is slow, it is steady and it is this â right here, right now, kissing your best friend in your tiny apartment kitchen.Â
Itâs perfect, you think as you both make your way to the bedroom, Touya trailing behind you for once as you lead him through the space. Hushed laughs and soft smiles dance together as you fall onto the bed.Â
He is above you, and you wonder how you could have ever lived without his presence. The thought makes you sick.Â
âI love you.â And itâs not your lips that moved, not your voice. Itâs Touya, as he looks down at you, cheeks flushed and breathing heavy. âI never stopped loving you.â
âTouyaâŚâ Your heart swells and itâs then you feel it. The droplets of tears, falling from his eyes and onto your cheeks. They were as warm as he had always been and you waste no time pulling him down into another kiss â pulling away only enough to press your foreheads together. âIâve always loved you.â
And you have. Even in death you loved him, nothing could take that love away from you.Â
The next kiss is hungry, teeth and tongues clashing in a rush as you both fought to remove your clothes. You have regretted all the things that went unsaid, the actions that went undone and you were both not going to waste any of this new time you had been given.Â
You feel one of Touya's fingers prod your entrance and the hesitation reminds you that youâre both inexperienced. New to the world of sex, but forever patient. You could guide each other, you decide as you gasp when he slowly slips a finger inside, slick coating the digit and making the press easier.Â
Touya watches you with heavy lidded eyes as he pumps the digit, causing you to whine at the pressure. He pulls out soon after, searching for your sensitive bundle of nerves and giving a sly smirk when you moan at the touch. Heâs found it and wastes no time rubbing circles, slow at first to get a feel of what makes you tick, but gaining more confidence as he goes on.Â
There was a pressure beginning to build in your lower abdomen and it made you pull him close, thighs tensing as you squeeze your eyes shut.Â
âClose?â His voice is a whisper beside your ear.
You only nod, unable to give him a verbal answer as your pleasure builds.Â
You can feel his smile as he turns his head, cheeks brushing against yours. âLet go for me, Iâve got you.âÂ
And you do.Â
You let go of the tension and allow your body to fall into the pleasure of your climaxâ gasping as it washed over you in waves, sending shocks of pleasure radiating through your body.Â
âFuck,â Touya moans above you as he works you through it, only moving to line up with your entrance once youâve come down from your high.Â
The press of it makes your breath hitch, but when you look up into Touyaâs eyes you feel safe.Â
âTell me if you want to stop, okay?â And you nod, trusting him to be soft and slow.Â
Heâs nervous, too, and you can tell by the way his brows furrowed in focus. He doesnât want to mess up your first time, but nothing could ruin this moment. Not even the twinge of pain you feel as the head of Touyaâs cock pushes past your entrance, the tight muscles constricting against the intrusion.Â
You reach out, hands finding balance against his back as he pressed on, muttering words of comfort to you and ebbing away the pain.Â
It doesnât take long before the pain has been washed away and replaced with the blossoming buzz of pleasure, Touya's hips having a steady pace as he begins to gain more momentum.Â
The pleasure is quickly building again and you tell him as much, crying out when he snaps his hips at a particular angle and sends a flash of bliss up your spine.Â
âFuck, Touya, there! Right there,â you cry and he catches on instantly. Heâs always been a fast learner.Â
The angle he has is perfect as he brushes against the soft spot inside you over and over again, making your thighs shake and toes curl in pleasure as you meet your end once again. The feeling settles deep in your bones as the warmth of it spreads throughout your body like a warm blanket.Â
Touya isnât far behind, if his erratic pace was anything to go by. You could only watch in awe as he chased his high, with his brows furrowed and eyes tightly shut. You fall more in love as you feel his hips stutter and then stall, his white hot seed filling you from the inside and making you shudder.Â
It was a new feeling that you believed you could get addicted to if you werenât careful.Â
But none of that mattered right now, because Touya was leaning down, pressing a kiss to your lips and you knew that right here, right now was the most important.
Everything else would have to wait until tomorrow.
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Carry You Home
A post-war kitty Gale (cat shifter Gale) drabble written for the "LCAPT fic off" game initiated by @middlingmay. And itâs a gift for @butdaddyilovehim99 đ Featuring the most Gale-looking cat pic ever. Thanks @swifty-fox for brainstorming with me! (On AO3)
The sticky seed of some unfamiliar weed sticks to the fur on Galeâs legs, but he ignores the uncomfortable tugging sensation and just keeps running. Away, far away, anywhere but here. Heâs done with this whole charade. To hell with it all. John can go find some other fool who can stand his goddamn womanizing.
Gale doesnât care that it's only a facade. Sometimes, he wants to be the one being wooed and not watch John flirt with someone else. He thought... He thought they would go on a date, just the two of them, to the pretty creek in the woods close to town. All the exciting, cheerful sounds of the forest, the clear air, enough space and privacy for Gale to shift back and forth when he wanted. But John had to ruin it by chatting up three women who were on a walk.
They could have let the ladies pass and waited to be alone again, but John just had to do it, didnât he? Maybe he didnât want to be alone with Gale at all. He could have been looking for an excuse to cut their date short all along. Instead of laughing and walking with Gale, he charmed those girls until they were drawn to him like moths to the light, and Gale, sour in his disappointment, was left to trail behind until they finally parted ways.
Then, the fight. That terrible fight. It wasnât too decent of Gale to snap the way he did, but it hurt so much to watch John flash his best smile at the girls, to touch their arms under one excuse or another, the way he should have touched Gale instead. Gale's tired of it. He canât stand it anymore, to see the affection that's meant to be his given to another while heâs right there.
John didnât understand - or didnât want to - so, Gale shifted and ran away. It didnât take more than five seconds and he was out of John's sight. Being small makes it easier to hide among the bushes. To disappear. He doesnât matter anyway. Heâs no one. Perhaps, he won't ever shift back again. Why bother? Heâll just live the rest of his years as a wildcat, nothing but the forest and the freedom of no expectations. He can live alone and -
"Gale!" John's cry interrupts Gale's thoughts. "Gale, please! Come on, doll, don't do this to me."
Gale stops to crouch low in the underbrush, his heart pounding wildly. His coat is too bright and clean to hide him among all the greens, browns and greys around, but heâs covered by a few thick shrubs and wide leaves where he is. He curls his fluffy tail close to his body and waits. He won't be spotted unless he moves.
"I'm sorry, okay?" John tells the forest plaintively. The canopies above them whoosh in sympathy. "I didnât mean to hurt you, sweetheart, I didnât mean it like that."
What you meant doesn't change anything, Gale makes a low, angry sound that John, thankfully, doesn't hear as he jogs down the path in front of Gale's hiding place.
"Shit." John mutters under his breath and runs a hand through his curls. At first, Gale thinks it's because of Gale not folding to his pleading, but a moment later, he sees the fake, wide smile that appears on John's face.
"Egan? That you?" An unfamiliar voice calls, and Gale is alarmed to see a stocky, middle-aged man with a camera approach John from the opposite direction they came from.
"Frank, buddy, the hell are you doin' out here?" John says and clasps the man's outstretched hand in greeting.
Frank launches into a long-winded story about bird watching and photography, and how his wife kicked him out of the house just to get some peace. From his vantage point under the shrubs, low on the cool forest soil, Gale can see John nodding along politely, but his eyes keep darting to the woods, searching for a flash of white that gives Gale away. After a while, Frank notices too.
"Everything okay?" He asks John, concerned.
"Yeah, just looking for my... my cat." John replies awkwardly, putting his hands on his hips the way he always does. Despite his pain and anger, Gale feels a tinge of fondness at the sight.
"You brought your cat out here?" Frank frowns. Thereâs something like pity in his expression, which makes Gale huff in irritation. Everything their generation does is chalked up to the fucking war, isnât it?
"He likes going on walks with me." John says, fully turning away. "Gale!"
"Gale? Like your roommate?" Frank asks, his eyebrows trying to meet his receding hairline.
John falters for a moment, embarrassed that he slipped up in his panic to find Gale. "Itâs a joke."
"Oh." Frank's face smooths out and he barks a laugh. "Let me help, the two of us will find him faster."
"Oh, I don't want to keep you."
"Nonsense." Frank claps John's shoulder. "My wife says my eyes are so keen I should've been a detective."
John chuckles good-naturedly. "If she says so, Frankie."
Frank walks towards the woods on the opposite side of the path from where Galeâs hiding. "What does your cat look like?"
John sighs. "Cream-white fur, white paws, bushy tail. Piercing blue eyes. As big as a small dog."
Sounds about right, Gale notes with satisfaction. He glares daggers at John. He hopes he can feel it.
Frank whistles. "Must be one mighty creature."
Gale preens. The sad look on John's face is especially vindicating.
"The most beautiful thing I've ever seen." John says quietly as he starts walking along the treeline again. "He's my best friend, you know. My partner. I just wish I knew what's going on in his head. Itâs so hard to read him sometimes, and I don't realize I've done something wrong until itâs too late. I just want to make him happy, keep him safe."
An ache swells deep in Gale's chest and rolls through his whole body until the bitterness of his anger fades away to the illusion of salty tears. He canât cry in this shape but he wants to. He wants it to rain down over his cheeks in big, fat drops, over the scars, for John to wipe and kiss them away, to whisper promises he canât keep and tell Gale he loves him more than anything. He wants that, still - it hurts, but he wants it. As his impulsiveness vanishes, he realizes that life in the forest wouldnât suffice. He would always long for Bucky.
"Sounds like a marriage." Frank snorts, shaking a few bushes that sends nearby critters running across the fallen leaves. Gale hears them scurry away from where he is.
"You bet." John laughs ruefully. "Feels like one too."
The cry escapes Galeâs throat before he could clamp down on the feeling that sparks it. It's a quiet, sad little meow but it stands out from the forest's low buzz regardless.
John's head whips up in his direction. "Gale?"
No use hiding anymore. Gale pushes himself up and walks out of the underbrush like some kicked pet, putting his paws on the path hesitantly because heâs not sure yet if he's ready to forgive everything or not. His tail rises in greeting, but when John darts towards him with a beaming, relieved smile on his face, Gale hisses at him.
"I'm sorry!" John raises his hands placatingly, then, in a quieter voice, "I'm sorry, doll."
"Oh my! What a beauty!" Frank exclaims when he spots Gale, his expression one of wonder.
Feeling shy and wary, Gale rushes over to John and weaves himself around his ankles, putting his front paws on John's right boot as he stares the stranger down. He doesnât know where the hell the guy knows John from, doesnât care - he just wants him to leave them alone, to give him a chance to shift back and let John give him a proper apology. Heâs so focused on keeping his eyes on the man that he forgets he's angry long enough for John to stroke his head. But when the touch reminds him, he growls.
"Donât be like that." John nudges him, then reaches lower to remove the spikelets stuck in Gale's fur. Irritated beyond belief, Gale bites his fingers, satisfied when John winces, but the hand doesnât move far - it slides over Gale's back and combs at his fur.
"Hi Gale." Frank crouches down a few feet away, cooing like an idiot. Gale gives him a disdainful look. Honestly, this is the worst thing about being a cat. Interacting with people who want to touch him. "You weren't kidding when you said he was pretty. Never seen such a gorgeous cat in my life. What a unique colour. His fur is immaculate. And look at those eyes! Damn."
"I know." John says, all affectionate. If he thinks that's enough to make up with Gale, heâs sorely mistaken. "Sky blue."
Gale leans against John's leg. A part of him enjoys the praise. People always tend to heap it on him in this shape but never say anything when he's in his human form. His mom, for example, when he still lived in Wyoming. The only exceptions to that are Marge and John, the only people who saw the value in giving him compliments no matter how he stood in front of them. Gale learnt to take appreciation where he got it, even if it was received as a cat. Frank, of course, is unaware that Gale, the cat, and Gale, John's roommate are one and the same, but his words of awe feel good. Gale extends his legs in front of him and stretches, showing off his looks.
"If I were you, I would put a collar on him." Frank says.
"Nah, he's pretty good about comin' home to papa." John replies, a teasing note in his voice. For that, Gale reaches up to drag his clawed paws over the leg of John's trousers until John yelps and pushes him off. Frank laughs.
"Boy, my wife will be so jealous." He shakes his head, smiling. "Can I pet him?"
Galeâs answering noise of warning comes instantly.
"Ah, he doesnât like strangers, sorry, Frankie." John says for him. Good. At least that much of Gale's feelings he does understand.
Frank waves him off and stands up. "I understand. I would love to photograph him, though. Proof for the missus." He winks.
John chuckles. Gale tilts his head back to glance at him and finds him looking back. Something he sees in Gale's eyes encourages him to reach down and scoop Gale up into his arms. Itâs easier to let him than to protest.
"Why not?"
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About a dozen photos later, John finally tries to say goodbye to Frank, but they're unlucky - the man decides to go the same way John's headed. He must be lonely, Gale figures, but it doesn't make it any less annoying that for lack of a graceful way to get out of the situation, John starts walking with the man while holding Gale in his arms.
It's comfortable, at least. Holding Gale just right in both forms has always been one of John's special talents. This time, Gale's paws dangle over his arm and his head rests in the crook of John's elbow. Since John canât exactly put him down when he has just caught Gale after he ran away, itâs no use fighting it.
Resigned, Gale relaxes. Heâs just a cat now. Loved and cherished openly where everyone can see. Something precious John can hold tight right where his heart beats, and no one bats an eye.
Itâs bittersweet, but Gale will take it. The fight seeped out of him somewhere between John calling him his partner and the first apologetic caress over his silky fur. Gale tunes the conversation out and just drifts on the sense of peace and safety he feels in John's arms as the gentle sounds of the forest ripple around them along the path. After a few minutes, he falls asleep.
He doesnât know how much time passed when he wakes up, but heâs still lying in John's arms, still warm against John's chest, but Frank is, at last, gone. They're almost at the edge of the forest, close to where their truck parks.
"Jesus Christ, finally." John blows out a noisy breath and swipes his thumbs back and forth over Galeâs fur. "Coast's clear if you wanna shift back."
Gale lets his eyes slip closed again and doesnât move a single other muscle. He can feel John trying to lean over him to see his face better.
"Did you fall asleep?" John rocks him. As a reply, Gale moves his head in a way that looks like heâs saying no. It makes John snort. "Are you still mad at me?"
When no answer comes, John presses his face close to Gale. "Letâs talk about it."
Another shake of the head.
"What, you want me to hold you the rest of the way?"
Gale nods.
John laughs, sweet and rumbling against Gale's body. "All right, doll. I got you. I'll carry you home."
Although he knows he shouldn't, Gale purrs.
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Mark me as yours
Kinktober day no. 4
âAre you okay..?â âYes- well⌠No, but I donât want you to feel obligated to help me.â
Pairing: Dan Heng il/cis fem sub reader
CWs: inhuman genitals, breeding, tiny amount of hurt/comfort (but mostly fluff)
AN: Reader is explicitly referred to as a girl, and I reference afab anatomy more than once, PLEASE keep this in mind. For @starrry-angel
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Prior to the whole affair on the Luofu Dan Heng often swung between not needing affection and clinging to you like his life depended on it. He explained it as him occasionally realizing that he no longer has to just cope with his loneliness since he began dating you.
Since his return though, heâs been considerably more distant. For the first week or so you wrote it off as him recovering from an extremely stressful event. But as the days passed by and he became more and more distant, you found yourself worrying more.
Thatâs what led you to your current position, standing in front of the door to the archives. You speak softly as you start to open the door.
â⌠Dan Heng?â
The door to the archives was locked, and the light was off. Which was strange in its own right, as much as Dan Heng preferred people avoid hanging around in the archives; he never locked the door.
âLooking for Dan Heng? I saw him run off to his room a while back, his horns were all glowy too. It was really weird.â
Caelusâ voice knocked you out of your thoughts, only to confuse you even further.
âI didnât know he had a room?â
âMarch said sheâs only seen him go in there once since sheâs been on the express. If you hear from him let me know heâs ok. Iâm pretty sure he thinks Iâm mad at him? Itâs the end of the hall on the 3rd train car.â
Caelus sighed and continued to wherever he was originally headed. It was hard not to sprint down the halls of the express as you made your way to his room. Worry for his well being seeping into you.
It was strange, listening to him pace around the room through the door. Its a noise youâd gotten accustomed to hearing late at night after heâd called you to his room hoping for company following one of many nightmares.
You raise your hand to knock, but before you can he locks it.
âLeave⌠please.â
The intended strength behind the words comes across more as a painful admittance then a command.
âNot until you tell me whatâs going on, we donât have to talk about it right now but⌠I just need to know that youâre okay.â
Thereâs an agonizingly long pause before you hear him sigh and unlock the door. Hesitating for a moment before pulling it open. Heâs in his vidyadhara form, his tail flicking anxiously behind him as he watches you, his moments stiff.
âIâm⌠sorry.â
His voice is uncharacteristically shaky as he steps to the side, his room is barren of any identifying features. He hesitates after closing the door.
âCan I lock the door?â
You nod slowly and he does as he asked. Standing stock still in front of the now locked door, stepping back into it as you approach him slowly.
âAre you okay..?â
âYes- well⌠No, but I donât want you to feel obligated to help me.â
He tries to sink further into the wall as you step closer
âPlease, Dan Heng. I just want to know whatâs going on, Iâm worried about you.â
He sighs and seems to look through you for a moment, before attempting to collect himself, though his voice continues its uneven tone.
âIâm a vidyadhara, you know that at this point⌠Despite not being physically able to reproduce we still have a⌠heat cycle. Mine is inconsistent because of my distance from the Luofu butâŚâ
He squirms in place and looks away from you.
âMy instincts are convinced youâre my mate, and with my heat cycle starting I didnât want to make you uncomfortable...â
âWhat if I want to be your mate?â
He looks nothing short of appalled, and you watch a series of micro expressions flicker across his face in quick succession before heâs clinging to you. Mumbling an apology into your chest as he picks you up.
You feel his chest rumble as you return the hug, piecing together that he was purring as he set you gingerly on his bed. Situation himself between your legs as he looks at you for any signs of resistance once more. The corners of his mouth pulling into a small smile when there is none.
The weight of his tail wrapping itself around your waist is a comforting pressure as he nuzzles into your neck. Purring as he bites your shoulder gently. His sharp canines digging into the soft flesh just enough to leave a mark.
âIâm sorry for my impatience I⌠Iâve missed you and IâŚâ
He hesitates and buries his face back into your neck for a moment.
âI need to feel you. Iâve been waiting so long to claim you as mine and now that youâre here I canât wait anymore.â
He shudders and kisses you as his movements become less restrained, quickly pulling off your loose shirt along with his own. Every action drips with desperation as he pulls you impossibly closer.
âCan I touch you..?â
Your voice seems to pull him out of his haze and he leans back far enough for you to be able to admire him. His lithe frame speckled with small scales.
Pulling his underwear down you were met with an interesting sight.
You hadnât thought very hard about the draconic features of the Vidyadhara, and in hindsight you kinda wish you had. Watching the pair of slick, semi translucent dicks slide out of the scaled slit on Dan Hengâs body as he squirmed under your gaze was certainly an interesting experience.
He didnât give you long to think about it though as he gently pushed you back down onto the bed. Moving your underwear to the side enough to push his fingers past your slick folds. His thumb toying with your clit as he worked you open for him.
After he decided you were prepared enough he pulled his fingers out of you, licking your slick off of his fingers with his long, forked tongue. As you watched him clean his digits your brain provided you with the lovely image that was said tongue licking eagerly at your drooling slit.
All coherent thought was pushed from your brain as Dan Heng pressed the tip of one of his cocks against your eager hole, purring into your shoulder as he sunk into you inch by inch. His other cock bumping your clit as he bottomed out, his entire body tense above you as he waited for you to adjust.
He groaned into your chest as he began to move, mumbling into soft flesh as he rolled his hips against yours.
âI canât wait to fuck you full of my kin, youâll be good and take it right?â
Š pvbbyboy â˘â˘ 2023 â˘â˘ Please do not translate/repost. reblogs are appreciated and requests are open!
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#⼠đŤđđžđđśđđ đ¸đđđđđ¸đđžđđ#⼠my writing#dan heng#dan heng smut#honkai dan heng#imbibitor lunae#imbibitor lunae smut#pvbbyevents { kinktober 2023 }
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ⴠ⍠* ⧠WITH A FOXIAN READER (HSR characters)
a/n : i tried to make them all relatively the same length, i swear i donât have favorites !
JING YUAN :
⢠thinks your tail and ears are very fluffy and soft to the touch, would constantly touch them if you let him
⢠gets sad sometimes cuz your foxian features remind him of baiheng occasionally ! itâs okay tho he has you by his side to comfort him âĄ
⢠would help you groom + trim your ears and tail if you asked ! very gentle w it, always going âam i being too rough?â heâs so careful to not make u uncomfy :(
⢠he has groomed + trimmed mimis fur before so he knows what heâs doing btw
⢠teases you occasionally when he sees your tail wag etc
âi donât want a kiss at all!â you pout, crossing your arms as you continued to felt jealous after he smiled when a girl flirted with him. deep down, you wanted more of his affection and attention. and unfortunately for you, your tail gave it away when it started wagging uncontrollably at the mention of his touch. âhm, your body betrays you dearest. câmon now, we know youâre the only one i love.â he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you in an embrace you found yourself inevitably melting into.
LUOCHA :
⢠would also offer to help you groom your fur etc
⢠since heâs a merchant, he def has his hands on some the best products for these things out there ! he even got it specifically for you (ŕš>âĄ<ŕš)
⢠also probs have a rlly nice comb / wtv idk to help you untangle your fur .. it feels so nice against your tail and ears you find yourself dozing off at times
⢠gets you beautiful accessories to adorn your ears and tail, he thinks since theyâre a very special part to you, why not emphasize it with some jewelry ?
⢠he likes to absentmindedly stroke your fur as you lay on his lap âĄ
âmmh.. keep going..â you mumbled softly as he gently brushed your tail with a delicate comb. you found it hard to keep your tail still, the urge to wag it in contentment quite strong, but you wanted to make his task of brushing it easier so you resist. âenjoying it, my love?â he hums with a pretty smile on his face as he continues to brush through the fur, undoing the small tangles. after a few seconds of no response from you, he looked up to take a look at your face, only to (not so surprisingly) find you asleep.
KAFKA :
⢠probs asks you a lot of questions regarding your foxian features, âdo they cause discomfort while sleeping?â âhow do they feel?â âare they soft?â âlet me touch them, please?~â
⢠makes you beg a little before pretending to reluctantly agree to helping you groom your tail. she just likes how you sound when you say âpleaseâ âĄ
⢠gives you pet names like âmy cute little foxâ
⢠also teases you sometimes by blowing onto your ears , catching you off guard ! but she presses a kiss to them afterwards as a slight apology ĆŞ(ËâŁË)Ę
⢠tugs on your tail / ears gently occasionally to grab your attention, it always works as she intends (with your cheeks heating up and a flustered expression on your face)
after spotting you absorbed in a book, she decides to sneak up behind you. once she was close enough, she lightly blows at your sensitive ears, causing you to jolt and your body to tense up. â..kafka! how many times do i have to tell you to not do that?!â you turn around, glaring at her with a flustered face as you pout. âsorry my cute little fox~ i canât help it when your reactions are so cute.â she smiles sweetly, pressing a kiss to both of your ears as her way of saying sorry. it always works, as you find yourself forgiving her and even seeking more of her kisses.
#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#jing yuan x reader#luocha x reader#kafka x reader
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Summary: Carmilla tries to get Vaggie to go to Daycare but it doesnât end up well.
featuring Permaregressor and Autistic Vaggie
Notes: I spent like 2 hours straight writing this because i didn't want to lose the motivation.
It was early in the morning and Carmilla was trying to get Vaggie to wake up. Today would be the permaregressed girlâs first day at daycare. Even though she was not happy with the idea of being away from her Mami for more than an hour, she reluctantly complied. It was mainly because Carmilla promised that if she didnât like it, they would go out for ice cream.
However, waking up when the sun rose was pretty hard. Vaggie really wanted to go back to sleep and didnât want to do their normal morning routine.
âVaggie, come on, Bebe, itâs time to wake up,â Carmilla lightly shook Vaggie. The girl whined in response.
After many tries of waking her up, (Giving her a glass of water, turning the lights on, playing some music) she finally got out of bed.
âAlright, sweetie, before we get you changed, you can tell me how old you are?â The overlord asked. They did age checks every morning and whenever it seemed like Vaggie dropped in age. Even though she mainly stayed at 4 or 5, she could easily drop into babyspace. Dropping into babyspace was quite common for her, so it was important to do these checks to make sure she was prepared for the day.
âFourâŚâ Vaggie mumbled.
âYou think you can get ready without the changing table?â She asked. Vaggie nodded.
âBut can âou still help me?â
Carmilla smiled, âOf course, baby,âÂ
After getting Vaggie changed into some overalls, a pullup (just in case), and her favorite socks and shoes, she started to do her hair. Usually, Vaggie would just have her hair down or on hot days, she would put it up in a pony tail. But today, Carmilla wanted to try something different to see if she would like it. She had braided her hair into two pigtails and had two red bows at the bottom. Vaggie gave her a thumbs up, saying that she liked it. It really made her look how she felt!
Once they got her backpack all ready with her communication cards, her paci, a diaper, her sippy cup, a few toys, her ear defenders and her lunch, Carmilla buckled Vaggie into her booster seat, before they started their drive to daycare.
Vaggie was still pretty sleepy so her anxiety wasnât all that bad. Until they pulled up to the daycare.
When Vaggie stepped inside the colorful building, holding her Mamiâs hand, she immediately got anxious. She could hear a bunch of other littleâs running around and yelling and she started to whine, holding her stuffed koala tightly to her chest. The noise was a little bit overwhelming but she was a big girl! She could handle it. Hopefully.
âDonât worry, Bebe, It will be okay. Youâll make lots of new friends. Can you give me a few deep breaths?â Carmilla squeezed her hand lightly to give reassurance. Vaggie nodded and took a few breaths, feeling a little bit better when she was done. Whenever Carmilla would notice she was getting a little anxious, she would squeeze her hand and help her with some breathing exercises.
Vaggie stayed really close to Carmilla the whole time she was checking her in, dreading the part where she would drop her off and leave. However, the time came too soon and Vaggie absolutely did NOT feel ready.
âAlright, sweetie, I have to go to my meeting now. I love you,â She gave Vaggie a quick little kiss on her forehead.Â
Before she knew it, she was watching as her Mami walked out of the door.
One of the staff took Vaggieâs hand and guided her towards the playroom where everyone was. It was very colorful and full of littles running around. That made Vaggie very nervous. She hated crowds and loud noises. She desperately wanted to reach into her backpack and grab her paci and ear defenders, but then saw no one else was wearing them. She would be the only one having to wear them. What if it was seen as weird? Or none of the other kids wanted to play with her because she looked too sensitive? Or what if they sent her to the nursery with all the babies?
Vaggie made her decision. She would go sit in an isolated corner without her sensory accommodations and sit there until her Mami came back for her. Surely she wouldnât leave her there. She would probably realize that she made a mistake and come back for her. Right?
As time passed (like 30 minutes) and Vaggie realized her Mami wasnât coming back for her anytime soon, she started to feel herself drop. It wasnât too bad, maybe like a year or two, but she was still a big kid! She wasnât full on baby yet.
That didnât stop her from crying a little bit into her koala plushy. The teachers were busy with some of the other littles that they didnât even notice. However, someone, another little did.
âHey, are you okay?â They crawled over to her. She looked tall, even while crawling. She had long blonde hair and red circles on her cheeks. She was wearing red overalls with a chew necklace hanging around her neck. It was in the shape of a shark tooth, which looked really cool!
Instead of doing what was right and telling her the truth, she nodded. The blonde didnât really believe her but just shrugged.
âIâm Charlie! Wanna play with me? I have a couple of dolls we can play with?â Charlie pulled out a couple of calico critters. Vaggie used her breathing exercise and decided she would try to play while she waited for the day to end. She picked out the doll she wanted to play with and they started to play.
It was actually quite fun! They played with them for about an hour in that corner. It all started to go downhill when Charlie suggested they play house with them. She wanted to be the mama.Â
Just the words âmamaâ got her spiraling again. Her breathing started to get a bit ragged once she realized that she wasnât with her Mami. Was Mami ever going to come back? Did she just drop her off, never to be seen again? What if she left her? She wanted cuddles from her. She wanted to be around her. She needed her Mami now.Â
âYou..okay?â Charlie asked, putting down the dolls.
Everything seemed so loud now. There wasnât anyone to protect her anymore. She was alone and vulnerable. Dropping even lower and faster, she backed up in her corner again, trying to find her Koala plush. It had a voice recording in it, maybe that would help her feel better? However, she looked but couldnât find it. Then, she spotted a kid from the other side of the room playing with it. This just made her start to sob. Someone else was playing with HER special stuffy!
âVaggie? Hey, itâs okay, whatâs wrong?â Charlie tried to get closer to her.
âWan M-Mami! W-wan Wally!â She cried. Wally was the name of her Koala plush.
âWhoâs Wally?â Charlie asked.
Vaggie pointed to the little playing with her plush. Charlie luckily recognized the stuffed animal and knew that it was probably Wally. Knowing she couldnât help with her wanting her Mami, she could at least help with getting her Wally back.
Charlie walked over to the kid and started to say something to him. They argued a little until Charlie started to walk back to the corner with Wally in her hands.
âI got him back for you,â Charlie said, handing her the plush. Vaggie snatched it and hugged it tightly, pressing the little recording button to play it. She really thought it would help.
However, Vaggie was wrong. Hearing her Mamiâs voice made her want her even more. She needed to be near her. More âWhat ifâs entered her brain and her anxiety started to rise even more. Sobs and wails escaped her throat, causing the teachers to be alerted. They crouched down to the small girl and tried to asked her what was wrong.
âWan Mami!!â She screamed.
One of the teachers reached their hand out to her, trying to pop in a paci for her.
âSorry, little one, But your Mamiâs at work right now. Can you maybe try-â
CHOMP!
Vaggie had bitten down on their hand, hard. She didnât want the teachers, she wanted Mami.
Finally, the teachers complied. One of them went to the front where the phone was, the one that was bitten went to the nurses station, and one of them stayed with Vaggie, making sure she didnât hurt herself or any one else.Â
Charlie managed to help the teachers by comforting her new friend and asking a few questions. Vaggie ended up being in babyspace. Charlie wasnât really sure how to help since she doesnât know how to comfort a baby, but she did give her her ear defenders to provide some comfort.
Carmilla was in the middle of her meeting, talking with the overlords when she heard her hellphone ring. She cursed, forgetting to put it on silent. However, when she saw that the caller id was from the daycare, she immediately got worried. Did something happen to Vaggie? Itâs only been about 2 hours since she dropped her off.
Her anxiety didnât let her send it to voicemail.
âExcuse me, one moment, I really need to take this,â She excused herself from the meeting room. Clara and Odette looked a bit worried but they tried to continue on with the meeting.
âHello?â Carmilla answered the phone once she was in the hallway.
âMs. Carmine? Thereâs uhh, a situation here at the daycare. It seems like your daughter isnât adjusting well and has slipped into her babyspace. We do have a nursery in the other room, but Iâm afraid it wouldnât be beneficial. If you could please come pick your daughter up soon, we can talk about this when you get here,âÂ
Carmilla knew that if she were to say no and leave Vaggie there, all the trust she gained would be ruined.
âAlright, Iâll be there in about 10 minutes,â She said before hanging up.
âIâm sorry, everyone, but I have to leave. My daughters will continue the meeting without me,â She told the group.Â
When she arrived at the daycare, the teachers brought Carmilla to the back of the playroom. She could hear Vaggieâs cries loud and clear. When she saw her baby, curled up in the corner, sobbing hard, she immediately regretted taking her to daycare.
âHey, Bebe, itâs okay, Mamiâs here,â She crouched down in front of her. Vaggie immediately jumped into her arms, hugging her tightly.
âD-d-dun w-weave me!â She cried into her shoulder.Â
âShh, Iâm not leaving you,â She lifted it up and put her paci into her mouth. She grabbed her backpack and started to carry her out of the building.
âMs. Carmine⌠I donât think your daughter is ready for daycare. We recommend getting her diagnosed as she seems to have some separation anxiety. Until you can get all that worked out, we donât think she should be in daycare,â The teacher with a bandage around his hand told her. Judging by the bandage, Carmilla could tell what probably happened.
âI understand, Iâll make sure to get her diagnosed too. Have a good day and sorry about the injury,â Carmilla said before walking out.Â
The rest of the day, Vaggie was deep into babyspace. While she was napping, Carmilla made sure to book an appointment to get her diagnosed. She had been putting it off because she thought that maybe she was just a tiny bit attached. But what happened today was more than just being a bit attached.
But no matter what, Carmilla still loved her baby and would be willing to make accommodations for her if it was necessary.
#agere fanfic#agere writing#hazbin hotel agere#age regression#padded agere#hazbin hotel age regression#fandom agere#sfw littlespace#little space#little space fanfiction#little!vaggie#sfw diaper wearing#babyspace#baby regression#baby regressor#baby regressor vaggie
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Ello! may I please request some of the Lackadaisy characters reacting to a ridiculously tall male reader joining their crew?- like hit their head on every doorframe tall?/jk- but in all seriousness, maybe like 8ft or something?
okay im going for like 7ft or so because that SLIGHTLY more reasonable but not by much; idgaf tho this is funny. Also if you will please imagine this as a lanky ass oriental cat a la Pangur of pangur-and-grim fame. also featuring lots of bi cats, because I say so.
Lots under the cut!
âŁď¸Rocky - Oh!! That's a big one! He makes endless "how's the weather up there" jokes (some are so weird) and has lots of ... stories ("St. Louis' very own creature from the river bottoms, only arising when the fog is heaviest!"); it really brings him back to his circus barker days. The first time you picked him up he was momentarily stunned, also he may or may not have climbed up you like a kitten when something startled him. It only happened once, okay? He's also fond of swatting at your absurdly long tail, as in it distracts him mid-sentence and he just has to take a swipe. Look, this probably won't awaken anything in him.
âŁď¸Freckle - First thought? Terrifying, even when you bonked your head pretty bad on the doorframe. Okay, well, you were a little less scary after the third time. He's used to being smaller than most men, but something about you just towering is nothing short of creepy, especially if you have a more tough or intense personality. If you're a kinder soul, Freckle relaxes much faster. When you both have to pile into the back of the car, he feels really awkward about how you have to contort and twist yourself. Jeez, that doesn't look comfortable ... and somehow it makes him feel a lot smaller, which he doesn't appreciate.
âŁď¸Ivy - Omiiigossshhh, the girls at school are not gonna believe this. She beelines to you right away, delighted with the novelty she's discovered. Naturally she wants to dance, and she'd be so shocked and delighted if you were elegant in spite of your lankiness - that'll get her a crush right away. Don't worry, if you're more clumsy, you're still cute! She thinks everything you do is "cute", even if you have the face of a thug and the body of a furry noodle. Having to scoot into cars, towering over the bar when you sit on a stool, your shirt sleeves nearly going to your elbows? Cute! She'd love to buy you something real fancy that fit, she just knows you'd look sharp.
âŁď¸Mitzi - Oh. Oh my. Not her usual taste, but with the right clothes and some pomade, well, you'd be a proper gentleman. Mitzi is already plotting to get you a nice suit made, and good naturedly notes you ought to eat more or the wind will knock you right over. She already feels small next to Atlus and Viktor, but that's doubled with you. Sometimes it makes her a little uncomfortable, but she knows you don't mean to cause the discomfort. If she got you a real nice suit and a gun, you'd be an excellent guard for when she's out and about ...
âŁď¸Viktor - He tries to recall the last time he was this much shorter than someone ... When he was twelve, perhaps? He feels zero intimidation from you, though. Viktor's confident he could snap you in half if need be. Hm, if they got some muscle on you, you might be able to handle some serious firepower... He thinks on it. Oh, and now he isn't the only one having to dodge doorframes. If you're a less violent-inclined person, many times he's growled at you to stop being so slack-jawed and try to look scary, especially when you both are supposed to be guarding.
âŁď¸Zib - Wow yeah okay this is awakening something in him for sure. The musician gets a little hot under the collar when you stand really close and he has to look up, or god forbid, you bend down to his eye level. He has no idea why he's feeling both aroused and terrified, and what that's supposed to mean. Once you said "good boy" as a joke and he nearly tripped and fell off the stage. He's this hopeless even when you're a dork; if you're actually a smooth operator, he's doomed.
âŁď¸Atlas - Yeah, it's not hard to figure out how you stood out to him. You were offered a job, and though you're much lankier than a triggerman out to be, Atlas has plans. Just some fattening up, some practice with a gun and a well-made suit (your Christmas present, in fact), and you cut quite a shadowy figure. The suit is probably the finest one you own, and the only clothing that's fit in years. Mitzi helped choose the color.
đľď¸Serafine - She's intrigued right away, which is no surprise. Most people notice you right away, and it's even better if you work for the Marigold gang and she gets to have plenty of time to flirt and bother and amuse you. Serafine is doubly entertained if you're a more clumsy or nervous sort. She loves calling you "le fantĂ´me" or "le boogeyman", and very much admires when you use your height to frighten someone they're having a "talk" with. She has absolutely grabbed your long-ass tail to get your attention.
đľď¸Nico - Listen. He's been with men before - not as much as women, mind you, and he's always preferred those who are smaller than him, which is most. But look. You're a tree, he's a squirrel. No shame, you're cute and he'll say it. He can probably pick you up just fine (which he's very proud of) and laughs if it embarrasses you. He's very interested in how you might fight, and has given you several tips on how to use your unusual size to your advantage when going hand-to-hand with someone.
đľď¸Mordecai - Yes this is definitely awakening something and he doesnt want to think hard about it also why is EVERY damn person around him a tree -- You drive him up a wall for many reasons. You slouch all the time, your clothes never fit right, you don't carry a gun that would work best for your long fingers. The Savoys joke about you being Mordecai's "project" because he keeps fussing over you. Though they must say, it's a lot easier to get information out of their targets when they have Mordecai's signature glare and a terrifying cryptid looming over him.
â°ď¸Wick - Oops! All those feelings he's repressed since boarding school are coming out. Note you could be awkwardly trying to get through a doorway or climb out of a car, with clothes that don't fit quite right or trying to finesse a gun that's too small and he is just, totally enamored. If you have more of a scary demeanor - or you put on that act when you're working as Mitzi's bodyguard - then he's still enamored, just with a dash of fear. So. That's confusing.
#i have a lackadaisy OC loosely based on that inbred oriental baby lol#who is just. a fucking tree. a snake with fur.#lackadaisy x reader#rocky rickaby x reader#calvin mcmurray x reader#freckle mcmurray x reader#ivy pepper x reader#mitzi may x reader#viktor vasko x reader#dorian zibowski x reader#zib zibowski x reader#serafine savoy x reader#nicodeme savoy x reader#mordecai heller x reader#wick sable x reader#atlas may x reader
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The Abnormality Girl
Inspired by @ochrearia 's writing about YS. Said that I should just go for it, so...here goes! Not bothering to edit and just going with the raw emotions that I feel as I write.
I should read more fics before I go to bed so I can learn more about the RGBFVerse YS...I want to be accurate...
In reading Girlfriend's trivia in the wiki, I learned that she looks human because of "true love". Wanted to write something about what things were like before she met Boyfriend.
I also imagine that Boyfriend after breaking up with Pico felt broken and lost, so that's why he's there. You'll see what I mean.
Featuring: The Abnormality Girl / Herself: Written by me! The Broken Boy / Yourself: Inspired by @ochrearia
A mask. A sweater. Baggy pants. A hat. A pair of gloves.
These were all essential to me. My protection, insulating my form from the outside world.
I was always drawn to it. The feeling of grass brushing against your ankles as you play at the park, bare feet and hands scrambling and sticking to thick plastic as you climb up plastic tube slides. The warmth of the sun would hit my skin and Iâd feel like I could glow. The sound of other children laughing and playing made me laugh and made me want to play too.
Only, I was kept close, hand held by my mother and father who knew the world not to be so kind to demons like us.
Though they somehow managed to disguise themselves, I struggled with it greatly.
Fangs. Claws. A leathery tail. Horns. Pointed ears. A forked tongue. When it got particularly bad, Iâd have wings.
I felt ugly. Misshapen. Malformed.
I was far from pretty. I didnât need strangers to tell me that.
It was in North Carolina where I grew up. I was home-schooled, but sometimes I wondered what it would be like to be a normal kid. To wake up early, groaning about having to go to school and eating cereal while watching morning cartoons. To ride the school bus and be in class, half-listening to the lecture while daydreaming, only to be startled out of it when your name is called. Lunch rolls around, and you meet up and eat with your friends, talking about what theyâre gonna do after school or planning a sleepover on the weekends. Then class would start again, only this time one of your best friends is sitting next to you and you whisper and mess around until the teacher notices.
There are so many kids who say school sucks, but when you have no one your age to talk to, maybe something that sucks doesnât seem so bad.
I donât think Iâd do well in school anyways. Even if I did look human, I wasnât smart. I wasnât tech savvy, I hated math, and unless the reading was subtitles on a cartoon or an anime, I couldnât stand it.
Mommy and Daddy said it was ok.
But I didnât feel ok at all.
I think they knew. They tried to hide it, but I could hear them talking from behind closed doors. They were worried about me because I was alone.
So, so alone.
It was one morning when they announced that we were moving. Said it would be a nice change in scenery.
I was indifferent to it, but it wasnât until moving day that I realized that Iâd miss my home. My room. My bed.
Tearfully, I held my fatherâs hand as we left for Philadelphia.
The first day I was there, I decided to wander the streets. I was old enough to wander, and my parents said it would be good for me to explore and get to know the city.
I walked around for hours. Aimlessly.
I didnât know what I was doing here. What my purpose was.
Before I knew it, I was at the top of a stairwell to the rooftop of an apartment.
Thatâs when I saw someone peculiar.
A human with blue hair.
He had his legs hanging off the edge, looking down.
Something about him seemedâŚsad.Â
Lonely.
Just like me.
ââŚAre you alone too?â I asked.
He turned to look back at me.
A shadow was cast over his eyes, and his eyes were glazed over.
With only my eyes showing, I think he could see that mine were the same.
I tried to join him, but he seemed a little nervous about it. He didnât want me to sit next to him I think. Because of how high up we were.
I just sat beside him.
âI-itâs dangerous-â He started, stammering on his words. âYou should g-get out of here or Iâll-â
A strong breeze cut through us both.
My hat was blown away, and my heart pounded in panic as I tried to grasp at it.
I must have leaned too far forward, because I heard him yell and grab my wrist.
Before I knew it, I was hanging off the edge of the building, only held up by him.
He had to be incredibly strong. I was so much taller than him and yetâŚhe could hold me up. He grunted as he pulled me back up, and I climbed back onto the rooftop.
We tumbled to the rooftopâs floor on the other side of the short wall. He panted, and as I was on top of his chest I could hear his heart beating rapidly.
I looked at his expression, knowing he probably found me disgusting. Abnormal.
But he had blush on his cheeks, the shadow cast over his eyes gone.
âY-youâre beautiful.â
He whispered, looking at me in awe.
I stared at him, breathing shakily as my vision blurred. I felt my throat tighten, my heart swelling and feeling like it could burst. My stomach felt strange, like something was fluttering inside it and making my breaths unsteady.
âHey, d-donât cryâŚitâs okâŚyouâre ok now.â
Even seeing my horns, he found meâŚbeautiful.
#rgbfverse#the abnormality girl#i may make this into a series because i have more ideas#ochre if you'd like to discuss my dms are always open :)c#i'd love to hear your thoughts on how YS feels about breaking up with pico and then finding HS#krypt.txt#krypt.fic
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So all the overlord demons have a normal form and a full on demonic horror form.
I bet Carmilla has her wings when she's in horror mode, still angelic white and gold, but claws, glowing eyes.
But it makes me think of Charlie transforming, the tail and all and makes me wonder both about the Carmine girls forms, and what happened to upset them enough the first time that they showed those forms.
I mean horrible angst is an option but with two girls either twins or very close in age toddler tantrums are also a great possibility lol
I like the idea of Carmilla having her own unique angelic demon form when she really goes ham. Lucifer's form seems very inspired by his snake and apple motif. Lots of reds and whites in his wings and tail, with the little heart maybe being a nod to his love for humanity before the fall. The little flame on his forehead is probably where his extra eye used to be.
I also want to note that I got this ask back-to-back with the dominion angel fanart that was sent to me, so I'm going to say I highly appreciate @alieliscious's design and may actually head canon some of those elements. (Like the galaxy theme, wuuuuut! How pretty is that! đđ)
My head canon will probably be a little different for Carmilla than yours. I initially envisioned Carmilla's motif having more blues or purples, as well more black, for the black swan thing. Maybe more black for her where Lucifer is white. Her wings are also probably a lot less reptilian than Lucifer's, and retain more of the bird-like features of a Seraphim.
Odette and Clara's forms are probably a combination of Carmilla's and their father's forms, like Charlie has a little of Lucifer and Lilith in hers (maybe leaning a little more toward Lucifer's, since his angel blood is probably stronger, and she gets her tail and horn shape from him). It's hard to say the exact features of Clara and Odette's, without knowing what their father was like, but they might also lean a little more toward looking like Carmilla since she's a fallen angel.
The first time Carmilla witnessed their demon forms was probably when they were having a spat, like over a toy or something. Kids overreact to so many little things, they'd probably go full demon mode over something small that they perceived as a big deal. She has to teach them to control those tantrums and not to blow up, because they could really hurt each other or others. They probably haven't done that again since they were children, but if Carmilla's life were in danger, that would definitely bring it out of them.
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[ yandere rin x reader ]
when did it begin? you could never tell, you always felt like someone was tailing after you but often convinced yourself you were silly for your absurd fantasies. hell, you weren't even interesting enough to begin with.
that's not what rin thought. everything you did was utterly fascinating to him, he could sit on a table with a cup of coffee and watch you read for hours on end. he'd observe how daintily your fingers wouls flip each page of the book, your small reactions ( like when you bite your lip or gasp quietly to yourself ), he even finds it amusing how you use anything as a book mark. it annoys him sometimes, ( the things you choose ) but his love for you overshadows your questionable quirks or weird antics.
when you'd first even acknowledge rin's existence was at the train station, where he'd deliberately collide your bodies against one another to create an impact where his coffee would spill all over his clothes, drenching him entirely.
embarrassed, you'd sputter out a few words before managing to invite him into your apartment for his shirt to be clean.
you thought it was being nice, he found it a result of his carefully orchestrated scheme to win your heart.
thus would begin his plan, a flawlessly designed set of events where he would have you falling at your feet for the character he'd display, only revealing his true nature once you've gotten together.
within the first few months, everything was normal.. except for the fact that one of your close friends mysteriously died.
during this time, rin would become your solace.
you would cling to him whenever you saw him and he'd encourage your behavior, enable you so you'd cry and ramble on for hours on end about your friend, the friend who's life had been taken by the man you'd trusted to be your lover.
if only you'd known..
with the grief and turmoil you'd been facing with the death of your friend, you wouldn't be able to identify when rin would become manipulative.
you didn't notice that when you'd start talking about your guy friends, rin would be a bit.. peeved. a slight irritated expression would start to appear on his face when you'd mention going out with a few of them or when you'd casually mention a funny anecdote.
soon, his sharp words began hurt you so you'd tell him to knock it off but his response would be perfect. he'd ramble on and on about how he's only worried for your safety and that he'd rather die himself than have his precious darling to be hurt.
and often, you'd find yourself buying into these lies of his. you'd stay home and cuddle with him and eventually, you'd avoid going out altogether to not worry rin.
you'd start asking permission to go out.
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"hey rin, do you think i should go to this party tomorrow? it's my friend's birthday and-"
a feigned sympathetic expression would fall over his features as he'd sit himself up against the headboard, staring down at you with sympathy and concern.
"y/n.. i know you want to but can't you just text your friend a greeting? who knows what'll happen to you."
his finger would brush a stray strand of your hair away from your forehead as your eyes would meet his. you felt so loved knowing he would care so much for your safety.. not knowing the heinous intent underlying his words.
still, you wanted to go. you haven't been out in so long and you've felt like the last few days you've been spending at rin's place was getting a bit excessive. weren't you overstaying your welcome? not that rin ever said so.
upon noticing the apprehensive look glossing over your eyes, he'd then start to reassure you.
"hey.. it's okay, if you want you can go on the next party."
with a gentle voice, he'd rub your shoulder and assure you that if everything will be okay as long as you stay at home, that your being at you friend's party could potentially bring them in danger because who wouldn't want a pretty girl like you?
sighing, you'd agree to his words and snuggle up closer to him. rin, seeing your affirmation, would press a soft kiss to your forehead as your vision would dart to the television once more.
"it's better to stay with me, y/n. the sooner you learn that, the better."
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( a/n: kill me.. hehe )
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So what do people actually think the background characters in the Underland chronicles look like
Just wondering. From all the (amazing) Fan art I have seen of Gregor , Lizzie, and Boots the fandom seems to have a pretty cohesive Idea on what they look like. Luxa also seems to have a pretty standard image in the fandom (Though wasn't she on the cover of the first design of MOS) with the only differentiation being how far along she is in puberty. Reminder if she was in the overland she would be in the sixth grade.
Other characters though Like really what do people think they look like. In my head Mrs. Cormaci is a plump/rounder women and I thought for years I had read that in the books until I saw fanart of her being drawn as more slim. Then I reread part of TPOB and was like Oh it never says what shape she is, I guess I just thought she was bigger because she is always cooking so much rich sounding food for charities. Then I remember seeing some one post once that what if she was Hazard's maternal grandmother. His maternal grandparents live in NYC, and Mrs.Cormaci is mentioned to have had a daughter.
Well that is bitter sweet because on one had that means that Mrs. Cormaci's daughter has been missing for years and in fact died without her mother ever knowing what happened to her (she also would not have known when her father died). Gotta then wonder if Mrs.Cormaci giving Lizzie her daughters old cloths is more than just her trying to help the Campbells while also declutter her house. But that also means Hazard has at least one Grandma who is really grand, if this relation was ever realized then maybe Hazard could come up to the overland for visits and stay with Mrs. Cormaci. Also she would probably have pictures of her daughter that she could show Hazard so he could remember what his mom looked like. Anyway I really liked this theory and wanted it to be cannon, but then i realized that since Hazard's overland features are his black hair and green eyes his overland relations probably have them to, and was like oh wow I never pictured Mrs.Cormaci having green eyes.
Another character I think about is Vikus. In my head the males in the underland Henry, Mareth, York all have short close cropped hair because they fight so much. Or in Howard's a short stack of wavy/curly locks cut just short enough to stay out of his eyes when wet. I do love the fan art I have seen of Henry with long hair though. But When It comes to Vikus , I guess since he seeks peace and is better relations, I usually imagine him with long grey hair and a long beard. to me he winds up looking kinda like men in biblical stories. Solovet however is muscled with a near shaved head. She is on the small side and slouches a bit when trying to appear as a gracious hostess and that plus her wrinkles make her seem non dangerous. When she is in planing/battle mode though she stands perfectly straight and those seemingly kindly wrinkles disappear, and she just looks completely terrifying.
Dulcet and Nerissa are other cases. Dulcet is described as being shy and very pretty. But as someone who works in childcare I can say with certainty that her hair is most likely a mess, her simple cloths likely have stains and crayon markings all over them. This girl is a beautiful mess. Then we have Neressa whom everyone knows is a mess. Since she is constantly described as wide eyed, tired, frail, to thin, and wearing her long hair a loose pony tail. But I don't often see it acknowledged that she canonically wears multiple layers of cloths at once or that her cloths never match.
I said most of the men in the underland would have short hair, could Hamnet have grown his hair out longer in the jungle, to try and make himself look different from how he did as a solider. Likewise I also imagine his lizard skin cloths being frayed and raggedy at the edges, much different from whatever military uniforms regalians wear. Anything to help hims see something different when he looks into the water. Can we talk about how when Gregor first meets Howard he describes him as tall and really strong, Then during his time with the plague Howard looses like 20 pounds and has scars wear ever he had bumps. Howard likely could not even fit into his old cloths after getting better.
What do Gregor's parents look like. We know they are both thin and tired. His dad's hair has gone completely white. Grace's cannot be to far behind with how hard she works and being in a state of constant worry for her family. Do fans still Agree with the theory that Grace is white and the Dad is black?
Also one more thing. Why does everyone think any of the underlanders that haven't completely greyed over have silver-blond hair. Like I know Luxa has that shade. Luxa would also probably be blonde if she has been born i t he overland. But it only specified that a silver tint was part of what distinguished the underlanders. Personally I always thought they could have any hair color (examples I imagine Howard being brunette and Mareth having black hair) but that it would always be paler than an overland counter part.
Like I know and respect that the characters descriptions are vague on purpose, and that the fun is that we can imagine them looking in so many different ways. But like really how do people imagine their favorites look. What little we get implies that the characters do not fall into the young adult novels trope of making them all look super hot. They are scared, beat up, anxious, and some are wearing cloths that do not fit them, some are missing body parts. To me that makes them infinetly more fun to imagine than most YA novel characters
So seriously if you have any strong clear/headcannons as to what you think certain human characters look like, please share them int he comments.
#The Underland Chronicles#gregor the overlander#TUC#GTO#Gregor Campbell#Lizzie Campbell#Boots Campbell#Queen Luxa#TUC Luxa#TUC Howard#TUC Mareth#TUC Dulect#TUC Nerissa#TUC Vikus#VIkus and Solovet#TUC Mrs. Cormaci#TUC Solovet#susan collins#The Hunger games#is kinda like that too#but also not#it definetly does alot to remind you characters like Katniss#Peeta#Gale#Finnick good looking#But will also spend alot of time reminding you how many scars and injuries they all have#and how grusome those can look#So I guess its kind of a middle ground
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Endling
Today marks the 109th anniversary of the passenger pigeonâs extinction: September 1, 1914. So in honor of Martha, I thought Iâd share this short story of what itâs like to be an endling from her perspective. (It won my collegeâs flash fiction contest!! ^^) It also features the last Carolina parakeets!! Enjoy, and remember an important species with me.
Photo by Robert Shufelt
When Cincinnati Zoo closed its doors for the night, the boys and I would lull ourselves to sleep with stories of our ancestors from the bits weâve gathered from visitors. Passenger pigeon flocks were so superior, we owned the skies. There were so many of us, we held the very power in our wings to take away the sun from the ground creatures below. The three of us tried to conjure the image of that many passenger pigeons in our brains, but we â and a few others in our enclosure before us â were the only ones we had ever known.Â
Ever since the boys died, Iâve received more attention than all my years combined. Like picking apart nuts, Iâve plucked information from the restless chitter-chatter of the Featherless: Martha. New mate. Great prize. Last passenger pigeon.
âOh, congratulations, darling. Youâve officially achieved endling-baby-maker-status,â screeched the female Carolina parakeet living in the cage across from mine one day.
âI beg your pardon?â I said to the bold, green-and-yellow bird.
Incas, her mate, hobbled over to her side of the perch. âLady Jane, remember what we said about minding our own business?â
As though she hadnât heard him, she continued, âThose naked beasts have been trying to get us to make babies for decades. So every egg we lay . . . splat! â Lady Jane threw back her beak and cackled. âThe look of hope dying on their faces never gets old.â
Despite the warm weather, a chill rippled through my body from beak to tail.
âWhat she means is, theyâre the reason why weâre the only ones left of our kind. They slaughtered us and used our bodies to decorate their hats. Why should we give them what they want? If this is the end, we want them to never forget what theyâve done to us,â explained Incas.
I was left with quite a bit to think about after that. The very same species that kept my belly full, my cage comfortable, and my health maintained were responsible for exterminating the great passenger pigeon empire with their . . . guns and traps? Surely they werenât all to blame â I will never forget this one little boy, Richard, who would visit me during the weekends in the summertime, feed me peanuts, and speak to me as if I were his equal.Â
Even if Featherless werenât a factor, even if the end of my kind werenât at stake, Iâve never much cared for chicks of my own. Would it be selfish of me if I remained chickless? Or should I do my duty to nature and try? But then again, would it do any good if I did?Â
Although, to be honest, Iâm getting to be an old girl. Even if I could, I donât think this frail, tired body would be suitable for laying eggs. Weâll see. But itâs a pretty big world out there. Surely, there must be some other passenger pigeons besides me . . .Â
Clipping from Kansas City Star (Kansas City, Missouri), 2 September 1914, page 10
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GOS2 hillywood + poster dissection (spoilers!)
so, i think we all lost our collective MINDS today
when I saw that we have the release date I actually started SCREAMING (I got lots of dirty looks.) anyways I have lots and lots of thoughts that I just need to get down somewhere so buckle up cuz this will be long, rambly, and prolly won't make a whole lot of sense.
First of all, huge props to the whole hillywood team, this was a really high-quality production and I loved every second of it. I'm watching the behind the scenes vid while writing this and it's really interesting to see how such an amazing video was produced. so much work was put into it and it really paid off. Thank you guys so much for making this!
So, the scene where Crowley falls. this could just be something fun hillywood decided to do, but the fact that they worked so closely with Neil makes me wonder if this is something that we might get more of in s2. The scene with the fire (which was awesome btw) maybe not be so much, but Crowley falling from what seems to be heaven into a puddle of what I'm guessing is maybe meant to be sulphur? (I don't really know what sulphur is so correct me if I'm wrong, I'm just spewing stuff here so it could be complete nonsense) idk to me it seems like foreshadowing, especially considering that Crowley's fall isn't discussed in that much depth in s1. idk that could just be me stretching cuz I want pre-fall Crowley SO BAD. and OH MY GOD IN THE VIDEO THEY JUST CONFIRMED ITS MEANT TO BE SULPHUR I FUCKING SGHA ITS THE FALL FROM HEAVEN I KNEW IT.
The post-parody scenes AHHH. first of all, I loved how they stayed pretty much word accurate to the show, with only necessary things changed. I loved Neil in this, Maggie, and Daniel. Does more Daniel mean more Adam? he could just be there for like a fun cameo roll but it got me thinking. if weird shit was happening the first thing Crowley and aziraphale are gonna think is 'Ah shit it's the Antichrist again innit' So maybe more adam s2? idk.
(Maggie was literally me. 'DO THEY HOLD HANDS??' girl is literally the entire good omens fandom)
('the wait and see clause' SO FUNNY BUT ALSO SO MUCH PAINN)
Ok, poster time.
First off, the way they're sat back to back?? no space between them?? and IS AZ READING TO CROWLEY?? :( They make me wanna vomit /pos
Also, I noticed something in the back. a shop outside with 'give me' on the front? this could just be a generic shop but I feel like everything in the poster is deliberate. doesn't seem to mean much now but I reckon we should keep our eye out in the background of any other posters and teasers and stuff we might get. this could just be me going bonkers cuz I've been deprived of new content for SO LONG but idk I could be onto smth.
I also wanna talk about the lighting decisions. the bright light shining on aziraphale, cuz yk- he's an angel but also a little glimmer on Crowley? now it could be interpreted as like 'Oh not all hope is lost for him' but I see it differently. the fact that Crowley's light is coming from below and Azi's is coming from above?? bit on the nose. I think the fact that we've been told that Gabriel is gonna feature heavily in this, is gonna make us primarily focus on heaven (the biggest light being on Az) but that doesn't mean hells gonna be out of the picture. I think, that through the first few episodes, we're gonna be focusing on Heaven harassing Az and we won't notice hell spying on Crowley (Crowley's light being smaller, yet still very much there)
More on hell, something I didn't notice at first was a lil tiny lizard in the bottom left-hand corner. I'm pretty convinced this is supposed to be shax. I mean, we've been shown that like all the demons have some sort of animal form (Beelzebub- fly, Crowley- snake, ligur- chameleon, etc., etc.) but as far as I know, we haven't had a lizard like that yet. it has a little fire tail and it's pretty deliberately hidden (either that or I'm fucking stupid cuz I didn't notice until like 10 mins ago) I think the fact that he's not the center focus is again about how through this hell will just be kinda spying on them rather taking a center focus so that we have our guard down and are like 'WOAH' when hell does smth. but you can't fool ME Neil, I'm expecting it.
Final little closing thoughts on stuff that could be irrelevant but maybe isn't. The clock- both hands on 6, 6 episodes, what else is 6? Is half 6 a significant time? or is it just cuz 666 and like haha devil number? the old ass camera in the bottom right-hand corner, eluding to maybe olden days Crowley and aziraphale pictures?? I would die. maybe also references a scene abt the invention of the camera?? or is it just there cuz Az is nostalgic and likes antiques. am I going insane or is that a new Crowley haircut?? Crowley and Az being back to back they LOOK SO DOMESTIC ILL SOBB
again, thank you so much hillywood for this amazing parody. and thanks Neil for FINALLY answering our prayers while leaving us with like a MILLION more questions, love you Mr. Gaiman
if you actually read this, thanks! that means that someone else is as obsessed and slightly mad as me. let me know if you've got any other ideas or annotations, I love literally everything good omens so even if you think it's a reach I WANNA HEAR IT!
Edit: I'm a fukin idiot and also blind. there are 3 lizards, and literally everyone noticed them (I can't find the third one (I'm pretty sure I need glasses)) BUT YK I still reckon it's shax. or maybe the erics?? oo it might be the Erics now im thinking abt it
Another edit: I'm actually REALLY fuckin stupid. the give me sign outside is Nina's shop 'Give me coffee or give me death' (I kinda forgot there were new characters this season) BUT YK maybe still smth?? idfk
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Edea's hair is long, known. Wylan is curious in seeing it done up a little differently. With gold locks pulled up into both hands, he holds them up akin to twintails while Edea stands by a mirror.
"...oh wow, this kind of hairstyle suits you more than I realized. Its really cute! Maybe you should try it sometime, sugarpuff~"
Yes. The quintessential tsundere twintails. Wylan may be smirking, but the proposition is sealed by an affectionately playful nuzzle to her cheek as he leans down.
As always, he found a way to sneak into her room when she was getting prepared. He kept hovering around her until he suddenly decided to join her morning routine.
"W-Wait! heey..." she huffed, dropping her arms into her lap. So much for brushing her hair. "What are you doing?" eyebrow raised quizzically, toying with the hair brush in her hand.
"Huh?--"
Watching as he parted her hair in the middle to style it in two pony tails. It was not a style she had not tried before, but she felt it was a little bit CHILDISH for her taste. After all, she wanted to look 'mature' and ready to be 'independent' from her family.
"Y-you think so?" eyes shot up to look at his face, totally not to gain satisfaction from his features. Listen, every girl needs boost up especially from someone well, romantically close to even if she has good self esteem.
Fingers curled happily at the hair brush, if he would notice too, and her feet rocking as well. "Ah!" the sudden gesture caught her off guard to which she pulled for a second before she returns to her normal posture.
"Silly," as a reward for saying she is cute, he gets a quick peck on is cheek~ "Anyway, so are you going to help me with my hair or you gonna keep playing with it?"
play with my muse's hair! pretty please with sugar on the top~ || @dcviated
#ic.| edea#dcviated#dcviated.| wylan#[not me delaying to reply so i can make the icon ehehehehe#[HER OUTFITS (ALMOST) ARE CUTE AAAA
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