#but this idea made me laugh so i immediately sat down and did it (wild!!!!!!!!)

[humanmorph]

the gig kent dynamic is so dear to me

[cottonlemonade]

Hello Sunny!! I adore your writings so much, I read (well re-read) all of them during my study breaks and it is such a good pick me after an exhausting day 🥹❤️

Congratulations on your milestone ❤️❤️❤️

One of my favourite works of yours is Archnemesis with Osamu Miya (I love ONE Onigiri Man 😞❤️)

For the event, I take Menu A with strawberry milk and dorayaki and sit next to Osamu Miya ❤️❤️

Have a great day/night ❤️❤️

Archnemesis [part 2]

word count: 771 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: 3rd year rival!Osamu x chubby!Reader (feat. The Inferior Twin ™ (affectionate))

genre: fluff, pining, rivals to lovers

warnings: none

request: fluffy, jealous rival Osamu

[part 1] for context

Osamu was pouting. 

Had he or had he not carried you to the infirmary?

Had he or had he not avenged you with those jerks who dared to insult you? 

And had he or had he not brought you food in the hospital after his match the next day?!

And now what? It was the semifinals and he was about to go up against Karasuno again and you came to cheer them on?

School allegiances aside, why didn’t you even say Hello to him? 

Cheeks stuffed with rice he angrily munched on the onigiri, drawing mildly concerned looks from his team as they sat in a corner of the gym, waiting for their turn to warm up. 

Past Suna’s wild hair he had a clear view of you and the rest of the girl’s team sitting and chatting idly with the Karasuno crows. Your arm was in a sling but there was more color in your soft cheeks. He cringed visibly when he heard you laugh loudly. Whatever that libero had just said couldn’t have been that funny. 

Another annoyed bite of onigiri followed, finishing the rice ball off.

“I‘m gonna get some water.“, he grumbled as he watched you poke the short guy‘s shoulder.

“We have water here, idiot.“, Atsumu said.

“Going to the bathroom, then. I‘ll be right back.“

Since the upcoming match was highly anticipated, the corridors were fairly empty. Only a few people waited in line at the concession stand or talked to a coach in the lobby. Osamu went over to a water fountain and took a few gulps of cold water, using the back of his hand to dry his mouth. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Hey, Osamu-san.“

His heart set out for a moment before he turned to see you standing a couple of steps behind him. He only now realized that he had never seen you in anything other than volleyball clothes. Your audacity to look this beautiful in a simple shirt and jeans made his blood boil.

“Oh, so yer talkin‘ to me now?“, he sneered, raising a brow and immediately regretting it when you looked down at your shoes.

“Sorry, I didn’t know how to… uhm. I wanted to thank you. For… for what you did.“

“Don‘t mention it.“, he said dismissively, “People might get the wrong idea.“

When you dared to tilt your head in a way that made his heart pound he added, “Can‘t have my team thinkin‘ I‘m fraternizin‘ with the enemy.“

You giggled and a small smile sneaked on his face, too. 

The corridors were empty now. It was probably about time to warm up.

“Well…“, you said, your free hand fiddling with a belt loop, “Thank you again and…“

Osamu was fully convinced he was hallucinating when you closed the gap between you and, standing on your tiptoes, gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

He was one hundred percent sure that he must have dreamed it until you said, “good luck in the game. I hope you win.“ You looked away and hid a small laugh, “Just don‘t tell the boys I said that.“

Osamu was still too stunned to say anything at all. Bold of you to assume that he would have enough mental capacity left to form any kind of thought, let alone words after what you just did. It was truly diabolical to mess with his head like that - a worthy opponent even when too injured to play. 

You turned on your heel and were about to jog off when he gently grabbed your wrist to hold you back. The surprised look in your eyes told him his ambush was successful but… now what? You were so close and - and why did you come closer?! Alarm bells went off in his mind but without meaning to he leaned down, meeting you halfway. Nothing had ever tasted as good as your kiss. His brain completely shut down and he scrunched his eyes shut, cupping your face with one while pulling you further into him by your hip with the other hand. 

Your plan was working. There was no way he would be able to concentrate on the game when this was so much more important. You could most likely smell the fry of his brain when you parted your lips to let him slip his tongue between them.

“Samu! Didya get lost on the crapper?“

His brother‘s voice rang loudly through the hallway and Osamu reluctantly let you out of his embrace. 

Whatever happened during the match, he’d make sure his rival wouldn‘t get away so easily afterwards. 

a/n: thank you so much for your request and your kind words! I’m so grateful that my silly little stories seem to brighten your day a bit and woah, I didn’t think anyone really liked “Archnemesis” 😅 thank you so much! It was one of my favorites to write!

I really hope you enjoy this one, too 🌟

[la-sera]

Hi Sera!! I saw that you were looking for some new Downfall Duo content, so I wrote you a little something. It’s short but I hope it helps lift your spirits a bit <333

It’s a calm night, for once.

Hyrule gazes into the flickering flames, letting his brother’s voices drift around him like floating fairies. He is too tired to join in tonight. But merely listening is enough. Being here with them, being safe and full and warm, fills him with a happiness little else conjures.

It’s like the magic of his sisters — all softly sweet, precious, mysterious. Blink and you’ll miss it.

So, he keeps his heavy eyelids open. Because never in a million years did Hyrule think he would have something like this.

Off to the side, Wild and Twilight and Time bicker about something, even as they sit close. Their voices are light and teasing. Smiles rest on worn faces.

The two younger heroes have broken through the older hero’s quiet cautiousness. Their grins tell of their pride in doing so.

Wind and Warriors snuggle not far off. Warriors is telling a story and every so often, Wind breaks in with a question or exclamation.

Four is close by, pressed against Sky’s side, a book in his hand and his ears perked to hear the captain’s tale. The Skyloftian works quietly away at the block of wood in his hands.

Which leaves Legend.

As soon as they had finished setting up camp, the veteran had not-so-subtly situated himself beside Hyrule. And now, as if on cue, his head thunks softly against Hyrule’s shoulder.

He looks down, barely suppressing a giggle at the sight of the veteran propped against him. He had relaxed as soon as he had sat down, but in this moment he is practically asleep.

Eyes half-lidded, body relaxed, Legend watches their brothers with a lazy smile on his face.

Seeing him like this is a special thing not lost on the traveler.

He trusts you, something inside Hyrule whispers. A grin tugs at his lips.

“Don’ laugh,” Legend murmurs, just the barest tinge of irritation in his tone. “‘M tired after all that walking.”

“I wasn’t gonna laugh!” Hyrule retorts. Quickly, he shoves down the chuckles still pressing at his throat.

Legend is scowling now, though he looks no less sleepy for it.

…Or content. He cuddles in closer and Hyrule rests his head atop the veteran’s.

“Were too. I can see it on your face, Rulie. You find my exhaustion…comical.”

Hyrule’s grin grows. “Okay, maybe a little bit.”

Legend closes his eyes, a victorious smirk on his lips.

“Knew it.”

Hyrule doesn’t reply. He is growing sleepy now, and is more than content to merely let a comfortable silence blanket them.

A wisp of his magic drifts toward Legend without conscious thought. Gently, protectively, it wraps around him, like an embrace. The veteran relaxes further beneath its touch.

“Hey, Ledge,” Hyrule murmurs after a long thread of peaceful moments.

Legend shifts, slightly. “Hm?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you this but…” He sighs, a soft smile on his lips. “I’m glad that we got to meet.

“I’m glad that you’re my brother.”

There is a long, drawn out pause. Then, Legend replies in a voice thick with something other than sleep.

“Yeah…me too, Rule.” He moves once more, maneuvering into a more comfortable position. “Now, if you’re done with the mushy stuff, I’m goin’ to sleep.”

Hyrule grins, knowingly. “And you’re gonna use me as a pillow?”

“Seems that way.”

Rolling his eyes, Hyrule chuckles. “Fine.”

Really, though, being the veteran’s pillow isn’t so bad of a fate (yes, even now that Wind and Wild are creeping over to snap a few photos for future blackmail). Maybe, Legend will actually be able to sleep tonight.

And maybe, just maybe…so will he.

OH MY. Did you write this on purpose for me? Sorry for disturbing your time, you didn't have to do that. I really thank you, I like this. So much. I read it while lying down, and maybe I read it more than 5 times. I miss Downfall Duo.

I got the idea and immediately made a fanart from your fic. Hope you like it too.

Once again, thank you, I am happy with this fic you gave me. this gives me comfort.

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 ║ ❝𝐖𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐧 𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧❞

(A/n) ➳ Started watching Hazbin Hotel again, gotta say, it’s a good show. I was hoping to get to the next chapter sooner. I thank you guys for being patient, I seriously had a massive writer’s block.

Word Count ➳ 1.7k

Content Warnings ➳ Swearing, light sexual content, mentions of anger issues, mentions of abuse, mention of unrequited love, mentions of marriages, alcohol use, mentions of criminal investigation…

JUDAS Masterlist

“DON’T YOU MEAN THAT SHIT DINER?”

You let out a playful scoff, acting offended. “Well excuse you Daryl, The Golden Bite is an amazing diner!” You spoke to him over the phone.

That’s when your coworker, Annie came walking with a plate in hand that had a half eaten burger. “Still tastes like cardboard.” She sang as she headed back to the kitchen.

“Annie-”

“Still not gettin’ it?”

You rolled your eyes. “Gonna come and say it to my face?” You flinched at the loud voices coming from the kitchen, Annie was once again arguing with the cooks.

You don’t blame her, the cooks the manager hired are shit and so is the quality of the food. It’s a shock that this place hadn’t been shut down yet.

You heard Daryl laugh and the infamous sound of his motorcycle. “I still wanna live another day and get another taste, still thinkin’ of ya.”

Your face immediately became hot, you thought you would break your phone with how tight you were clutching it.

“Daryl!” You harshly whispered.

“I’m an honest man and I’m honest when I say, I wanna bend you over my bike again.”

“I’m at work!”

“That ain’t gonna stop me.”

Annie poked her head around the corner. “Oh yeah, Meredith said that the sheriff wants you. Ain’t taking anybody else.” She disappeared before you could retort.

“That’s my cue.”

“I’ll talk to you later, Judas.” You set your phone in your pocket and looked over your shoulder for a quick glance, right by the window.

Shane sat at the table, looking over the menu as if he hadn’t been here for the hundredth time. You snapped your head back at the coffee machine the second his eyes drifted away from the menu.

You were still reeling from the conversation you had with him before, the two of you hadn’t talked, texted, or called each other. He didn’t stop by whenever he was in the neighborhood, did he feel guilty?

You walked to his table with a pen and notepad in hand. “Hey, Shane, what can I get you?”

“Just the special and a large coffee, nothin’ in it.”

“I’ll get that-”

“Can you give me a minute?” Shane interrupted you.

You looked up from your notepad and lifted an eyebrow. “Somethin’ wrong?”

“Jus’ sit, I won’t be long.”

You sighed. “If I get busted, it’s gonna be on your head, Walsh. I need this job.”

Shane chuckled. “You could always become a stay at home wife.”

You scoffed, clicking your pen. “Yeah? Who the hell’s gonna deal with my bullshit?”

“Me as your husband.”

Your heart sank into your stomach. “What?” You needed to bite this in the bud, like Amy said. “Look Shane, I don’t think-”

“You say that but what ‘bout later? Down the line? What happens when the jackass becomes borin’? Or worse? Hurts you?”

You could only shake your head in disbelief, Daryl was many things. He’s wild, secretive, and could be distant at times but he would never hurt you.

“Seriously? Do you really think that low of Daryl?! You don’t even know him.”

“Do you even know him?”

“That’s-”

“Do you know where the guy lives or any idea what he does for a livin’?” Shane then grabbed your wrist to pull you closer, his hot breath hitting your face. “I know you, (Y/n). I know that you like to chase after people who ain’t good for you and you know it! He’s one of them. And I know you’re better and safer with me.”

“I don’t-!”

“Pardon me!” Annie made you both jump back, Shane releasing his tightening grip. “Are you lovebirds done arguing?”

“Annie-!”

“Because we would like you to keep the volume down or take it outside.” Annie cut you off before you could even explain. “Or you can get back to work and not lose this job.”

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, scurrying off to the kitchen.

Annie’s eyes turned to Shane who she glared at. “You ain’t good for her. Not even close.” She turned on her heel and followed you.

She found you in the break room, rubbing your arms and taking deep breaths. She could see it in your eyes, the slight anger.

“Need me to ask Miguel to toss that guy out?” Annie placed a hand on your shoulder.

“No, no.” You waved her off, your hands now fidgeting with your fingers. “I don’t know what that was.”

“That was a glimpse of an asshole.” Annie explained. “And a jealous one from what I heard, no ‘mout of therapy can fix that man.”

“You could never know-”

“I know ‘em (Y/n).”

“He’s probably cooled off by now.” You took one final deep breath. “I’m jus’ gonna hear what else he gotta say then I’m done, I’m out of here.”

“Workin’ or him?”

“Most likely both.”

Meredith peered into the break room. “Think she’s gonna reject him?”

Annie shook her head, her hands on her hips as she took a couple steps out the break room, seeing you sit back down with Shane. “The girl loves thrill and danger. Safety is never in her handbook.”

“Worried for ‘er?”

“I’m scared shitless.”

“Look, (Y/n) I know I ain’t your type of guy. But it could all change.” Shane explained.

“I ain’t got time for this, I ain’t got time for whatever you’re dreamin’ of. It’s all it is, a dream.”

“You don’t understand.”

“I do.” You retracted your hand when he went for it, speaking as sternly as you could without drawing the attention of customers. “And if you understand, you would stop askin’ ‘bout this guy.”

“I’ll understand when I get the chance to show you that a life with me is a safer choice than whatever you have with that guy.”

You groaned, was he really going to do this to himself? “You would rather be in a loveless marriage?”

“It ain’t gonna be loveless. What I’m askin’ you to do is to go out with me.”

“HE SAID WHAT?!” Andrea snatched the pillow that hid your frustrated expression, she threw it behind her and asked the same question again, even louder if possible.

“You heard me.” You mumbled.

You didn’t know how to feel other than uncomfortable. The lump in your throat didn’t want to leave, making you feel bothered.

“What did you say?!”

“Didn’t say anythin’, told me to think ‘bout it.”

“Dammit (Y/n)!”

“I know!” You stopped her before she could scold you. “I know I should’ve said no!”

“But you gotta admit, he’s gotta be loaded with cash.”

“...He kinda is.”

“S-Seriously?”

You nodded, you grabbed another pillow to squeeze at, trying to sooth yourself. “There would be times where Shane would pay for my expenses, like rent and water.”

“Oh he’s serious ‘bout you.”

“That’s the sad part. Even if things didn’t work out with Daryl, I don’t want Shane to be a second option jus’ ‘cause I couldn’t have Daryl or it becomes borin’. I wanna be sure that if I choose Shane, it’s gotta be true.”

You jumped at the sound of the wine bottle being popped open, you stared at Andrea as she poured you a rather large glass of wine.

“Then go see Shane.”

“Y’know I can’t-”

“See Shane and see how you feel. If nothin’ changes or worse comes to worst, you feel repulsed, then tell ‘im. You can continue to see Daryl with Shane hanging over your head.”

Andrea pushed the glass into your hands. “And what if it doesn’t? What if I end up fallin’ for him?”

“Then you could lose a man you love or a man who’s only sticking ‘round when he needs you to blow or fuck.”

“Daryl doesn’t seem like the type.”

“Then that’s worse, choosing between two guys is a fuckin’ nightmare.”

‘Im on my way’

You read the text again from Shane, silently hoping all of this was just a dream and you never heard Shane asking you out.

You shut your phone and stared into the mirror, you sighed, taking your tenth pair of earrings off. You were annoyed with yourself, how hard was it to say no? Especially to Shane?

The knocking on your door made you annoyed even more, you weren’t in the mood for a guest but it dropped when you saw Carl with Rick… Carl with Rick.

You opened your door. “Hey Rick.” Then you turn to the boy. “Carl!”

Carl quickly wrapped his arms around you, nearly knocking you down. You could never stay mad at the boy.

Rick stepped in and closed your door. “I’m callin’ in a favor.”

“Shoot.” You said, managing to get his arms off to get him a little snack.

“Lori’s mom canceled on us and I know your workin’ tomorrow. I was hopin’ if you could look after Carl after your shift. Jus’ for a couple hours.”

“It’s no problem, you know I don’t mind takin’ care of your rascal.”

“Hey!” His shout made you stick out your tongue at him playfully.

“So… What���s gotcha all dolled up? Goin’ out with that guy?”

“What guy-? How did you know I was talkin’ to someone?” Rick fumbled over his words. “Grimes.”

“Shane, he was worried ‘bout you.”

“Jeez, y’know I can take care of myself.”

“Said that last time, remember what happened?”

You rolled your eyes. “It was once.”

“Three times, three guys who broke your heart.”

“It was nothin’. They were nothin’. They jus’ broke up with me, nothin’ crazy.”

“You say that now but what if it’s different?” Rick pulled you away from Carl and whispered. “What if he has a criminal record or is involved in some deep shit?”

“I can find that out.”

“And so can I but quicker, jus’ give me a name.”

“I ain’t gonna give you shit, Grimes.” You walked back to Carl. Your smile came back as you watched Carl become happy when you let him get some more.

Rick wanted to get it out of you, but if he couldn’t get it out of you, surely Carl could.

You could never say no to him.

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[onboardsorasora]

De Aged Daniel Part 15

Did I manage to take a cute moment and make it angsty? have you met me????? As usual... I have not read this over lool

De-Aged Daniel | De-Aged Daniel Part 14

By the time Max got out of debrief, it was lunch time and he was antsy. Of course, Charles hadn’t texted him at all with updates, so by the third hour of meetings, Max was completely over it and wanted to find Little Daniel.

He walked towards the Ferrari hospitality, expecting to see a trio of dark hair. Nothing. Grunting, he took out his phone.

“Where are you?” Max asked as soon as the call connected.

“Hello to you too Max.” Charles said to annoy him.

Max rolled his eyes and stepped in the middle of the paddock walkway, “Hello Charles, where are you and Daniel?”

“I am in debrief, Lewis and Fernando are watching Daniel.”

“Together?” Max was surprised.

“Nando looked very happy to watch him, and Daniel was laughing with Lewis. They are probably at Mercedes.”

“Lovely. Thank you Charles.” Max hung up with a sigh and turned in the direction of the Mercedes hospitality. Stepping through the doors, he was immediately greeted with Little Daniel’s loud laugh. 

He felt his shoulders sag in relief, not at all realizing that they’d been tight in the first place.

Little Daniel was in a teal 44 shirt, George’s helmet on his head, sat on George’s shoulders grinning down at an equally grinning Alonso. Max felt like he stepped into a different dimension.

Lewis walked around the corner with a tray in hand, a large pizza slice took up the plate. “Hey Man, they finally release you?” Lewis grinned at him while placing the tray on the table. 

“Maxsh!” Little Daniel yelled excitedly. He wiggled on George's shoulder enough for him to get the idea to let the toddler down. Little Daniel grinned up at Max, his exuberant face showing through the visor.

“Hey Daniel, did you have fun?” Max knelt to his level while Little Daniel's head bobbled.

“I did! I got to sit in Lewis' car! And it went brrmmmm!” He excitedly imitated the sound of the engine starting up. “And I got to- I got to scoot- on the on the–” here he mimed a scooter poorly, it made Max grin while he nodded for Little Daniel to keep going. “And then we went wooosh! On the road! And it was so cool! And then Ferdando he threw me in the air like wow! And then George gaved me the helmet and it was like yours!”

“They did?” He asked in awe, looking up to see the guys watching them fondly, Lewis whispering something to George. Max rolled his eyes at them and refocused on Little Daniel whose head bobbled while he nodded, little hands holding the bright blue helmet to stabilize it.

“That's amazing, you had a lovely time. Are you hungry? Lewis got you pizza.” Max scooped his little body in his arms and Little Daniel's skinny arms tried to stretch around his neck. Max snorted his mirth at the press of George's helmet into the side of his head while Little Daniel tried to get closer

“You can't eat with George's helmet on, he needs it to drive. Do you want to take it off?” Max removed the helmet when Little Daniel nodded. His curls were all over the place, some flattened to his head and others wild and wiry. Max combed his fingers through them all the same.

He sat Little Daniel down at the table while Lewis finished cutting the slice into more manageable bits. Little Daniel took the first slice and munch happily, his little body wiggling while he ate.

“Could you be any more whipped?” George teased, watching as Max kept a hand on Little Daniel’s head.

“Someone needs to take care of him until he decides he wants to switch back.” Max argued with a shrug.

“Blake could.” Lewis pointed out and Max barely held his recoil. Daniel came to him, it meant something and he wasn’t going to pass him off to someone else.

“I think I am doing a good job.” He said instead. To which he received nods of agreement. 

“He wouldn’t stop talking about you and the cats.” Fernando pointed out, “you are doing a good job of taking care of his soul while he takes his time elsewhere.” And Max could only nod while his chest warmed.

Little Daniel shifted to his knees on the chair so he could try and reach for a miniature Aston Martin on the table that Max had missed. Max handed over the toy while encouraging Little Daniel to eat another piece of pizza. He started making vroom noises while driving the car on the tabletop. Lewis knelt to be closer, offering obstacles for the car to drive around.

Max watched them with a soft smile. George and Fernando watched him.

“Why did you two break up anyway?” George asked it quietly, it was something Max knew everyone wanted to know. He and Daniel being together was a no brainer, and everyone was confused when they broke up. They’d offered no explanations, and everyone could see the distance between them. Things looked different when Daniel went back to RedBull.

He didn’t answer for a long time, content to watch as Lewis eventually took over feeding Little Daniel as he became more interested in the car and his made up game than eating anymore. Max figured, they no longer expected him to answer, as Alonso eventually left with a clap to Max’s back. George stayed silent the entire time, alternating between texting and offering more random obstacles for Little Daniel’s destruction. 

Max wasn’t exactly sure how to answer the question. How do you admit that you’re broken up with the love of your life because you couldn’t be there for them? That they needed more than you could have given and you hadn’t been able to see past yourself to give it?

Daniel needed him, and Max hadn’t seen it. 

He knew this now and he was determined to not fail this time around. 

Little Daniel needed him and Max would take care of him.

[jtl-fics]

In honor of April Fools day I will talk a bit about an AU with my favorite fool - (Redacted) Smith that I will probably never write fully but have thought about a bunch of scenes for.

I call it 2 Fluent Freshmen.

Due to a clerical error at both the school and during the local government's push to digitize their documents Smith is noted down as being 2 years older than he actually is and (perhaps a clerical error or maybe no teacher can say if they've had him in class or not) Smith also has enough credits to graduate. Gran has passed away early and there's nothing for him in Washington other than more anxiety.

Wymack & Dan come to Smith when he is 16 and Smith takes the chance to escape from his family IMMEDIATELY. Sure the Foxes are the worst team and sure there's some drama going on with Kevin Day having joined them after his injury but a full ride scholarship is a full ride scholarship!

Smith is rooming with 2 upperclassmen and his only other fellow freshman - Neil Josten. He is not hiding the fact that he can speak Russian, he is hiding the fact that he is 16. Smith ends up pretty close to Seth and Allison due to sharing a dorm / position respectively and just doing his best not to get to close to crazy Andrew Minyard. He does get a bit close with Neil but it's not something he's trying to do.

He's trying to keep his head down and get through the year.

It's a little hard when he is sat on the couch with the Kathy Ferdinand show. It's a lot harder when Riko Moriyama shows up and doesn't realize he's there and just...sits in Smith's lap?? Smith remains as blank faced as ever and what the fuck is Riko supposed to do? ADMIT HE FUCKED UP?

Do you know how hard it is to intimidate someone when you're sitting in the lap of some dude? The answer is VERY. Kevin can't take him seriously at all, especially after Smith made a comment that Riko's ass was bony.

Riko goes after them the same but Smith doesn't really get that his anger is at Kevin. "Hey, I'm sorry I called your butt bony on national television. That was rude of me. You should try some squats though." and like what the fuck is Riko supposed to say in the face of some dude genuinely apologizing to him.

It buys enough time that no one is grabbed or slammed.

Seth and Allison drag him out to the bar that night and after a few minutes sitting with Allison Smith realizes that he actually does have to pee and oh god someone's trying to assault Seth! Smith calls upon the powers of Gracie Hart and Seth has a black eye and a concussion but he graduates.

Neil wants Smith to come with him to the Thanksgiving because Neil has latched on a bit. Smith ends up going and also ends up going upstairs to go to the bathroom because oh god he cannot handle Nicky's parents hearing him take an anxiety shit. He's making his way to the end of the hall and sees a penny on the ground so he bends over to grab it.

And Drake Spears is unbalanced from missing his swing and falls right out the open window to the ground below where he breaks his neck. Naturally, Andrew is watching this scene unfold from the stairs and just starts to laugh his ass off. Smith turns around after flipping the penny over (it was tails side up and therefore not lucky) unaware of what has happened.

Smith asks if Andrew wants to use the bathroom. Andrew insists that Smith goes on ahead. The Hemmicks keep asking if they saw anyone upstairs and Smith has no idea what they're talking about, Andrew does but plays dumb out of spite. A day later it's wild that Nicky's parents got arrested. Like they seemed so normal, how did they kill someone and dump him in the side garden??

The Winter Banquet happens and well...it's dark. It's dark and Neil has brown hair and brown eyes and Smith has brown hair and brown eyes. Riko is not the best at judging heights so he calls Smith to threaten him and tell him that he's joining the Ravens for a Winter Break training camp. Jean is doing the most anyone has ever done not to laugh right now.

Riko only realizes his mistake when he's finished threatening Smith with his father and Smith ruins it. Smith is elated to have somewhere to stay over winter break. He can't mention he has nowhere to go so he'd thought he'd spend the break homeless. Now here comes Riko Moriyama inviting him to a camp where room and board will be provided?

What a nice guy. To thank him Smith compliments the gains he's noticed on Riko's ass. "The squats are really helping you, or are you doing something else?" he asks.

What the fuck is Riko supposed to do? ADMIT THAT HE FUCKED UP? Tell Smith that he's been doing squats and leg lifts before asking that he hand the tickets back and go get Neil???

Fuck that.

He'll just turn Smith against the Foxes and-

Well Riko kept talking about Smith's dead dad and so Smith may have a slight misunderstanding about the full scope of this training camp. He may think that there is some sort of seance element to it at this point and he's kind of excited at the idea of talking to his dad. "I've never spoken to a dead man before, this will be fun." and it's delivered flatly with no expression.

Riko starts to wonder if maybe Smith is the Butcher's son? Did the Butcher have two sons? He's sweating all the sudden.

It does not help that Smith brings a Ouija board to camp or that his dad was a legit Butcher before he died so Riko's tentative questioning only sends him further into an anxious mess about if Nathan had twins and Riko, due to being kept away from the family business, might just not be aware of it?

Smith has a nice Christmas break.

The last scene I've got dinging around in the noggin is in Binghamton. Smith has been left behind at many a stadium at this point. There's a solid and fast rule.

Neil cannot get on the bus without Smith. They are buddies. This is the buddy system. So when the riot starts and Neil seems to be getting pulled away in the crowd?

Well Smith grabs his hand and pulls him towards the bus, "Buddy system."

The bus starts and they're on their way shortly after. Neil's an anxious wreck but that next morning he wakes up to the news that the Butcher of Baltimore died in an FBI raid the night before as well as his men.

Smith watches the news with Neil, "Wow, that's scary." as he sips some orange juice.

[giggly-squiggily]

Silent But Giggly (Wind Breaker)

Heyo! Guess who's here to wreck our darling Sugishita? This girl! (This girl being Suo and Sakura but shhhhh details) Listen, I'm kinda obsessed with silent laughs and the idea of Sugishita having one; so I made this :D I hope you like it!

Summary: Suo points out Sugishita and Sakura have much more in common than they realize. One thing leads to another and Sakura discovers an interesting tidbit about Bofurin's fanatic.

“What are you looking at? You wanna go?” Sakura growled almost immediately upon meeting Sugishita’s eye, puffing up with his fists raised.

“Calm down, Sakura!” Nirei pleaded, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him back. Suo smiled on, unfazed at their daily antics. “He didn’t even say anything!”

Verbally, anyway. The mentioned boy turned back to his desk, opting to ignore them while the blonde dragged them towards the back.

“That guy really pisses me off!” Sakura huffed as he was forced to sit down, crossing his arms like a toddler having a fit. “Where does he get off looking at me like that!”

“Same way you get off looking at him. You’re not exactly trying to be buddy buddy with him yourself.” Suo shrugged, his attention drifting to the long-haired student. “I feel bad. I think if you two brawlers actually sat down and got to know one another, you’d find you’re more similar than you think.”

“Si-Similar?” Sakura gaped, looking between Suo and Sugishita. “There’s no way-”

“You guys do have much in common.” Nirei pointed out with a flick of his notebook, eyes shining the way they did when he was about to drop some info. “You’re both quick to anger but intentional with your fists; neither of you are afraid to protect someone you barely know- oh, neither of you barely have any apps on your phones-”

“You’re both hilariously expressive.” Kiryu added without looking up from his phone.

“You're both unsure of what your virtue’s are!” Tsugeura threw in.

“You’re both super ticklish.” Suo chimed.

That last one made the entire group pause- turning to stare at the one eyed student.

“Who the hell-” Sakura began, blushing red.

“Sugishita’s-” Nirei paused and lowered his voice, realizing he was being too loud. “He’s ticklish?”

“How’d you find that out?” Kiryu asked with a head tilt, Tsugeura nodding along. Suo merely smiled.

“I have my ways. In fact…would you like me to show you?”

The suggestion was both exciting and scary- depending on who you asked. Sakura couldn’t help but look at the long haired teen again, finding him slumped over in his chair asleep. Him? Ticklish? It wasn’t that big of a shocker, he knew; but still…

“Is he gonna swing at you if you try it?” Sakura asked, narrowing his eyes as Suo smiled bigger.

“Concerned for little ol’ me? You’re too sweet.” He reached out, jabbing him in the side and making Sakura jump. “Don’t worry, just watch.”

“I-I’m not sweet!” Sakura argued, but did what he was told. The group watched with eager eyes, curious about what’s to come.

Suo approached Sugishita’s desk, gently shaking him awake. “Sugishita…are you free?” He whispered, his gentle touches doing nothing. With a sly grin towards the group, he jabbed a finger into Sugishita’s ribs.

The reaction was instantaneous.

A flash, a flail- and the taller teen was on his feet to fight. He looked a bit frazzled, half asleep and growing more alert by the second. Seeing Suo, he narrowed his gaze, suspicious.

“Morning, sleepyhead. Do you mind if I show the guys something?” He gestured to Sakura and co. Meeting his gaze, Sugishita glared, gritting his teeth. Sakura did the same in return. 

“Ah, ah, ah. That’s not what we’re doing here.” Suo teased as he closed the distance, poking at Sugishita’s sides. “You two need to stop mean mugging each other. It’ll make the team look like a bunch of wild animals. Can’t have that, can we?”

The taller of the two backed up at each poke and prod, doubling over some with a strained expression. He looked like he was in pain- but Suo’s pokes were light. Sakura would know. “Are you sure he’s ticklish? He’s not even laughing.”

“Some people don’t have loud laughs.” Kiryu shrugged. “Or maybe he’s holding it in?”

“Oh, here we are! Sugishita Kyotaro- yeah, no one’s ever heard him laugh before. Maybe the occasional huff, but not a proper laugh.” Nirei noted, any previous fear fading for excitement as he began scribbling away in his notes. “Here’s an opportunity to learn even more about him!”

“Huh.” Sakura hummed, curious now. What did Sugishita sound like when he laughed? Was it louder than anything he’s ever said? Was it scary sounding? He could see him having the laugh of an evil wizard; cackling with lightning booming behind him, the wind blowing his hair around and his hands raised in claws.

No- far too much. The thought alone was almost enough to make him smile though.

“Sugishita~ Don’t run away from me!” Suo laughed as he darted behind him, grabbing onto his sides and pressing in. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle~”

“EEH!” Sugishita let out a huff of noise before hitting the ground, falling to his knees and doubling over. His body was shaking, arms tightly pressed against his torso and hair hiding his expression. Sakura furrowed his brows, suddenly concerned.

“Hey, is he alright?” Without thinking about it, he got up to the pair. “Suo, leave him alone;  he’s not even laugh-”

Only then did he finally understand what was going on. Sugishita was laughing! It was just so quiet- like someone hit the mute button or lowered the sound to single digits. His mouth was open with a clear smile, but no sound came out. “Oh my god, you’re kidding? That’s your laugh?”

Sugishita went to swat at him, but Suo gently nudged him onto his side, still tickling. He let out what Sakura could only describe as a static sound before covering his face with his hands, kicking his feet at the touch. “Isn’t he adorable? Our Sugishita here doesn’t make noise when he laughs!”

Sakura was amazed. He never met someone with a silent laugh before! He’s had moments when he laughed so hard he couldn’t breath, leaving him mute for a second or so, but this? This was new!

“Hey, you said he was as ticklish as me, right?” Sakura tugged at his jacket, the same way he always did when he was about to get physical. “Need a hand?”

“Please.” Suo grinned.

“Noohoho!” Sugishita whimpered out through his mirth as Sakura attacked his ribs, putting into practice the lessons he learned upon coming here. He kept his touch gentle as he tapped into the taller boy’s sides, Suo focusing his efforts into the back of his neck and armpits.. Sugishita just kinda flopped, squirming between the pair as he laughed on.

“Hey, Sakura- watch this.” Suo winked. He leaned forward so he was close to Sugishita’s face, gently pulling at the hands hiding it. Once he had him for the world to see, he began.

“Sugishita~ Can you speak up for us, dear? We can’t hear you. I want to hear your cute little noises.”

Another staticy noise, and to Sakura’s deep satisfaction, Sugishita blushed. Blushed! A pretty red color too!

“Wow, you must be really ticklish, huh? Is it bad if I do this? Or this? Or this?” Sakura tried mimicking Suo’s own teasing voice as he dug into the other boy’s hips, feeling him squirm harder beneath him. He wanted to see how red he could make the other. “Aww, what’s the matter? Are you too ticklish for your own good, mop head? Huh? Huuuuh?”

“Wow, Sakura- you’re better at that than me.” Suo mused with a snicker, making Sakura blush as red as Sugishita.

“S-Shut up! I’ll kick your ass!” He looked at Sugishita, finding him struggling to curl himself up like a bug. His ears and neck were bright red, and he shook with even more silent giggles. “How do we tell if he’s had enough? I don’t want to kill the bastard.”

“Hmm.” Suo released him, gestured to him to pause a he leaned down again. Once there, he began gently tapping on Sugishita’s hands. “Sugi~ Can you let me in?”

The other huffed, gasping for air as he glared through his fingers. Suo laughed.

“Do you wish for us to stop? We can if you want.” He offered. “Tell you what- if you want us to stop, just grab onto one of our wrists like this, okay?” He mimicked the gesture, waiting for Sugishita to nod. When he did, he gave a thumbs up to Sakura.

“He’s fine. Go for his knees whenever you’re ready.”

“What-” Sugishita yelped, any complaints immediately dissolved when Sakura did just that. Back to flailing and muted giggling; the long haired teen could only twist and turn beneath their hands. He could only throw his head back in laughter, the occasional squeak leaving his smiling lips.

“Damn, he really is bad.” Sakura laughed, stopping when he saw Sugishita grab onto Suo’s wrist. He released his leg, watching him curl up in a tight ball on the ground. “Good to know in case you ever piss me off, Sugishita.”

The other boy groaned lowly, the sound like a frustrated cat. Sakura snorted, slapping a hand over his mouth while Suo grinned.

“Given you two fight like alleyway cats, I’d say that’d be more than often. Don’t forget though.” Suo gave his neck a tickle on his way back to the gang, making him shutter and laugh. Sakura mock-flipped him off before turning back to Sugishita, finding him taking slow tired breaths. “Your laugh really is odd, huh?”

Sugishita glared, pausing when Sakura finished. “I like it. Your odd silent laugh. It fits you.” At the other boy’s stare, Sakura felt his entire face burn. “B-But only cause I don’t feel like my ears are gonna burst! Have you heard Nirei’s? It’s like a freaking mouse orgy!”

“Pfft-” Sugishita puffed, eyes watering at the comparison. Sakura felt his lips start to twitch.

He watched Sugishita double over in a new fit of silent laughter, shoulders shaking as he snorted. Sakura couldn’t hold back a chuckle after a while, shaking his head and lightly shoving at Sugishita’ shoulder. “Ugh, I can’t stand you.”

“Sahame.” Sugishita gave in, something warm in his rare but easy smile. “You’re alright, Sakura.”

The other boy thought about that one sentence the rest of the day, even after Sugishita went back to napping at his desk.

Thanks for reading!

[raparopa]

Helllllooo ☺️

I'm so glad I somehow got you to watch TLK and more you love it! I hope to read TLK from you and i have so many ideas but I don't want to annoy you, so just one request: maybe more if you allow. I Love your writing💓

Sihtric x F!Reader

Both still live with Kjartan, Reader is the healer or something and is almost always treated well. However, Sven has his eye 👁️ on her. (She don't like him) Sihtric is mean to her because he doesn't want to tell his feelings about her. He protects her, but even with small things. With a good end? Oh wait No ... A Bad end? Aaaah i leave it to you 😫

a/n: I tried to put all my work into it, but I didn't really like it. I hope you will have a different opinion and you will like it, because I rarely write such great works BUT feel free to ask more

@popcorn1989

warnings: Sihtric acting like a little shit, understatement, Sven

pairing: Sihtric x fem!reader (interactions)

fool and coward

Life has taught Y/N to be attentive. The way and where she lived made her grow eyes on the back of her head, as every step of the people around her could become fatal for her. Even though she was worth her weight in gold here, it would be foolish not to be afraid.

Y/N did not know how to handle a sword, fought absolutely terribly and generally preferred quiet walks to noisy feasts. But on the other hand, it was she who pulled out arrows and fragments of swords from the warriors of Kjarton, healed deep wounds and cuts, set dislocated limbs and prepared drugs for the wild hangover that ale brought on the warriors.

It was difficult to find a good healer, but Kjarton succeeded, and he was ready to take care of this girl like hundreds of chests of silver. Like the apple of an eye.

And the healer Y/N enjoyed respect and even some reverence, which seemed to be shared by everyone except Sven.

x x x

Y/N sat at a table in the darkest corner, while the hall and people were drowning in a feast. With her head propped on her hand, she examined the shiny apple, thinking about whether to bite into it or throw it at someone's head.

- Such a holiday, and the little healer is sitting alone, - someone plopped down next to her on the bench, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. -Instead of having a good time.

-Sven,- Y/N turned, clenching her teeth and clenching an apple in her hands. - Fuck off, okay? I'm not in the mood to have fun.

-What about entertaining? For example, me? - Sven grinned nastily, moving closer so that his blond beard tickled her cheek. Y/N twitched, trying to wriggle out of his grip, but it didn't work. But this action made Sven laugh a lot.

-Come on, Y/N, - Sven whispered. - You're so beautiful, so cold... I just want to warm you up a little.

From this phrase Y/N wanted to die on the spot from horror and disgust.

-Go, take a dip in a barrel of water, you drunken pig.- A metallic voice came from opposite.

Opposite, resting his hands on the table, and hanging like a kite over his prey, stood Sihtric. From his look and tone, he clearly wasn't saying this in a friendly manner, rather he was waiting for an excuse from Sven to use his knife.

-Find yourself another girl, you bastard,- Sven waved him off. Y/N twitched even harder, feeling anger rising in her throat.

- You, piece of shit, told you to get lost. Otherwise, the feast in honor of the holiday will turn into a feast in honor of the funeral. Sihtric jerked sharply towards Sven, causing him to cowardly recoil from the girl.

- That's it, I understand. - He raised his hands, got up from the table, looking at Y/N for the last time and silently left.

Y/N also jumped up from the bench, dropping an apple on the table.

-Thank you, Sihtric.- She thanked.

He didn't answer, only nodding his head, still glaring at the healer with hostility.

- Will you walk me to my room? If it's not difficult for you?

He immediately nodded without thinking for a second, and Y/N and Sihtric strode down the empty corridors to the healer's room. Sitric was silent.

- Sven is an idiot. - said Y/ N, quietly. Sihtric made a strange sound.

-He wouldn’t have climbed to you if you had made more efforts not to see him next to you.- The warrior replied low.

Hearing these words, Y/N stopped.

-What are you talking about? -She was indignant. -Do you want to say that it's my fault?

-I said something else, you just...

-I'll go by myself. And I will think about how to make more efforts in order to save my life from drunken freaks. - Y/ N twitched away from Sihtric, feeling like she wants to cry at his unfair words.

-Y/N, wait.- Sihtric breathed heavily, remaining standing in the corridor, realizing how big he screwed up.

x x x

-Hurry up, Y/N! - the maid was dragging her along the corridor by the sleeve.

-Yes, what is it, Oda, what's the hurry?

- Sven sent me for you. He received some serious injury, a healer is indispensable.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but tightened her grip on her supply bundle.

They went downstairs to the main hall, where several of Kjarton's men were sitting.

-What happened? -Y/N frowned, going up to Sven, putting his things next to him.

- Call to Eir, healer, - Sven's voice was so feigned that I wanted to cry. - It seems... It seems that my arm was broken, and the pain pierces my body. Save me, beautiful maiden!-He grabbed Y/N by the waist.

-Don't talk nonsense,- Sihtric approached them, slapping Sven on the shoulder, which supposedly hurt. - You just tripped over a root and fell into the hole like a bag of shit. Go, Y/n, you are not needed here.

Y/N's eyebrows twitched. She turned slowly to Sihtric, burning him with her eyes. He looked anywhere but at her.

- No, Y/N, don't go. I didn't let you go.- Sven grumbled.

- I have patients with more serious problems than lying in a hole, Sven. I'm really leaving, thanks for the tip, Sihtric. -Y/N gathered her things and hid in the doorway.

The first snow fell from the sky, it was cool. Y/N twitched her nose at the smell of frost.

-Wait,- Sihtric caught up with her.

-Wait.-Y/N stopped abruptly, turning to face him. -What to expect? So that you say something nice again, how can you?

Sihtric rolled his eyes.

-I just want to say that you see how Sven behaves. Can you just...just not give in to his provocations? You're a smart girl, but you're acting like a little fool who doesn't understand what's going on.

-Since when do you worry so much about this?- Y/N chuckled.

Sihtric rolled his eyes.

-Apparently, you really are a fool, Y/N. - He spat sharply, turning around and leaving.

The blood boiled in the veins of Y/N. Why has he been acting like this lately? What's going on with Sihtric?

- Sihtric!

x x x

Y/N hasn't seen Sihtric for several days. But she saw Sven perfectly every time she left her room. And every time the Gods sent Y/N more and more fears, the soul told her that something was brewing.

Y/N looked out the window. The snow was falling even harder, turning into a snowfall. The trembling made its way to the very bones, the frost pinched the skin, I wanted to sleep.

-You will freeze and die.- Sihtric said as he approached her.

- Yes ... it’s sad to die a complete fool. - Y/N answered.

Sihtric exhaled noisily.

-Come on, tell me that everywhere and everywhere I am to blame, Sihtric. And tell Sven the only time he can hit on me is when I learn how to kick him in the balls.

-I was rude to you...

-That's putting it mildly! -Y/N turned to face him. -All you've been telling me for the last month is that I'm a fool who is to blame for the fact that my master's son, a one-eyed bastard, wants to turn me into a comfort rag doll. Thank you Sihtric, I've heard that from you before.

-I got excited.

-Thanks for acknowledging. I will comfort myself with this.

Sihtric opened his mouth as if about to say something. He tightly gripped his ax in his hands, looking at Y/N's face.

- We'll talk later, Y/N. I still have things to do.” He lowered his head as he said it low.

-But…-Y/N's shoulders slumped, and her eyes widened in disappointment, as if expecting what Sihtric hadn't told her. -But I…

But Sihtric had already left, burning with the desire to open his chest from his own stupidity, tear out the heart and present it to her. Instead of a thousand words.

[triforce-of-mischief]

Aromantic (Wild)

Summary: Tarrey Town is a thriving tourist spot centered on romance- not that Wild cares for the idea. Hyrule does his best to understand.

Words: 570

AO3

Written for @queering-the-chain

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Wild sat on the inn’s balcony, overlooking the water and hills surrounding Tarrey Town. He enjoyed visiting, seeing how the place had grown since he had last checked in. He remembered when it had been nothing but an empty peninsula, crowded with trees and rocks rather than houses and people. He was glad that he was able to show it to his friends, too.

He heard the door open behind him and turned to see Hyrule standing at the top of the stairs. “Mind if I join you?” the traveler asked softly. “There’s an awful lot of people down there, and Wind is a menace with kids younger than he is.”

“Yeah, of course,” Wild said, waving at the bench opposite him. “Hudson said he’s hoping to expand, but it still gets crowded fast.”

“That old lady said you helped build this town all by yourself?” Hyrule asked, and Wild grinned.

“I wouldn’t say I helped that much… I gathered wood and found people across a few regions to get things started, but it’s really the gorons and Hudson who built it up, and Rhondson and Fyson handled trade while Kapson took over this inn.”

“Don’t be so modest!” Hyrule laughed. “I heard you even arranged a wedding?”

Wild touched the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Really, I didn’t do that much… Hudson and Rhondson made all the plans, I just gathered the priest and guests.”

“It’s a beautiful place for a wedding,” Hyrule said, apparently trying to spare him.

Wild hummed and nodded. “Hudson chose a good spot. Apparently the bell is already becoming a tourist destination, too.”

Hyrule leaned on the table, resting his chin on his hand as he smirked at Wild. “Come on, it must have gotten you thinking. Wouldn’t you like to have a wedding here?”

Wild grimaced, picking at a knot in the wooden table. “The wedding was nice, sure. It felt like everything else- I was happy to help. I like seeing people happy, even if- even if I don’t really understand the reason.”

“You’ve never thought about settling down with someone?” Hyrule frowned, immediately more serious. “Your Zelda, or anybody else?”

Wild shook his head, hard. “Zelda and I are good friends, that’s all. I’ve never felt something for her, same as every other person I’ve met.”

The Zora tunic, perfect-fitting as it was, had always felt itchy on his skin.

“I understand that. I didn’t think I liked anyone either, until I met Aurora. I still like adventuring more than anything, but maybe one day…” Hyrule had that faint smile on his face, the one Sky had when he talked about Sun, or Time when he got to see Malon.

Wild appreciated the effort, but Hyrule clearly didn’t feel the same as he did. “I’ll never want to spend time with a person more than the land. If you told me I had to choose somebody, care about a relationship more than freedom and fresh air… I won’t be able to do it, ever.”

“It’s alright if you don’t find someone, or don’t want to. If you’re happy by yourself, helping people and exploring the kingdom, I think that’s enough,” Hyrule said, staring in the direction of the sea. “I don’t see why anyone should care about what you choose or feel.”

Wild closed his eyes against the breeze. He was happy, knowing that he would never change.

[writing-for-life]

WIP Wednesday…

It’s currently progressing slowly because it’s heavy and I need to pace myself, so I just need to share something a bit lighter. Well, maybe lighter around the edges—it’s Dream being Dream and Delirium being Delirium, and I love those two so much. I’m so happy to write their dynamics a bit more this time, but it’s also so much pressure to get them right while still leaving space for something new to develop.

It doesn’t give away anything, so fine to post (if you’d rather wait for the whole thing to get published, this is the exit sign…)

A bit of Dream/Delirium dialogue…

“My sister, I know you can hear me, and I would… I want to apologise. I treated you poorly, and it was not my intention to hurt your feelings. And I understand if you do not wish to answer my call. But it is important to me you know I regret we parted on less than favourable terms.”

“You did the apologising thing the last time. And then you were still horrible. So how do I know it means anything? And that you won’t be mean again?”

He felt a slight smile tug at the corners of his mouth at hearing her voice. “I think you will just need to… trust me?”

Delirium came through within a split second, hair dancing, each strand a rebellious stroke of colour that seemed to stand on end in defiance. She put her hands on her hips, and her locks began to blaze in a riotous tangle that seemed to mirror her current mood.

“You ask me to trust you when you would never do the same. When did you ever trust me?”

The choker of crystal beads around her neck strained, and prismatic rays of light sent a surge of blinding brightness into Dream’s eyes. She might as well have slapped him, and it occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, she had. And once again, he felt an overwhelming need to smile because maybe, just maybe, he deserved it.

And when Delirium noticed, it immediately stopped her rant in its tracks. “Why are you smiling? What’s funny? Soooo… I’m a joke to you now. Ha ha, not laughing.”

Dream took a hesitant step towards her, face still soft. “I am not laughing at you, sister. I was just thinking that… I fully deserve your anger, and once again, I wish to apologise for my behaviour.”

Delirium eyed him with suspicion, but her hair had turned into a slightly less wild do. She began twisting her leg on the ball of her foot. “Accepted.” She still sounded like a surly teenager, but it was a start.

They stood in awkward silence for a while, and Dream felt bound by memories etched into his very being.

He finally chose to speak. “We were once—when you were younger, and so was I—stitched together like… constellations. And like stars might realign, what seems like a broken orbit could perhaps be… mended by…”

Delirium looked at him with knitted brows. “You always make everything so complicated. Even your words are complicated. Making amends is not starry, or breaky like some… like spider’s silk and frayed threads and tiptoeing and eggshells. See, I can do that too, that complicated word thing. But it’s just silly. I just want you to be my brother and stop being angry at me and…”

Dream rolled his eyes. “Where does this idea I am perpetually angry come from?”

She forced one eye shut and wrinkled her nose. “Because it seems like it?”

He exhaled loudly.

“You do that a lot when you’re grumpy. The noisy breath through your nose.”

Dream snorted, which made Delirium perk up. “Ha, you don’t do that a lot, the snorty laugh thing. I like it.”

“I was just reminded why you and Thalia seem to get along.” He inclined his head with a raised brow. “In a sisterly manner, not in any way related to your function.”

“She’s alright.”

He smiled. “I am aware.”

Delirium sat down on the floor, legs crossed. “I know you know, but you didn’t believe me when I said I liked her for you. And that I wanted to help you. And her.”

Dream sat down with her, legs equally crossed. “I can see that now. I would like you to know that I appreciate the sentiment. And that I am willing to let go of my complicated… feelings around the issue, at least where they concern you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Delirium bumped his leg with her foot. Not too hard. “And now what?”

➗

And if you want to know “now what?”, you’ll need to wait. You can of course bridge the wait with digging into The Light of Stars if you haven’t already, because it’s the prequel.

I’m so excited about this one, but it is so much harder to write than TLoS because it has so many canon connection points and references I need to weave in, and it’s such a delicate dance between staying canon-adjacent and creating something new.

And I still don’t write in sequence, and I’m just killing myself a little, but it’s okay…

Tagging the usual suspects that I also tagged in Snowglobes and Whisky:

@marlowe-zara @tickldpnk8 @safeuphigh @bluecsparrot @rey-jake-therapist @intothesoul

[riveranova]

(A/N): Because CHRONOS might take a little longer I come bearing this gift as an apology, hehe. Some go' ol' Licht smut!

Riding Lessons - Licht Klein x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut | minors DNI, riding (obviously lmao), mentions of bruises

Character: Licht Klein, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 1.540

"I'm telling you; he hates me!"

''You just don't try hard enough''

,,I beg your pardon?!''

"He can feel it"

,,Licht! Why aren’t you on my side here?!''

You have been practicing riding with Licht since the early hours of the morning. You've been wanting to try it for a while but didn't want to bother Licht because he already had enough work to do as is. However, one day when he saw you practicing (and failing) alone with a rather wild mare, he forced you to practice with him, so he could watch over you.

Licht found a stallion who was generally quite calm and saddled him up for you. However, after you mastered mounting up, the disaster began. The otherwise calm animal didn't seem to like the idea of you on his back at all and tried to get you off him in every way possible.

Luckily there was Licht, who usually caught you immediately.

"I'm not on his side," he defended himself as he picked you up off the ground and took the horse's reins. "you're just too nervous for him".

Grumbling, you stood up and brushed the sand from the training ground off your new breeches. ,,Oh I’m sorry. I'll try to fall off his back calmly. That surely makes it easier'' you sighed and grabbed the reins. Licht smiled softly and patted your head, "Don't give up. Come on, I'll help you up again''.

It was getting late when Licht and you went into the stable together to clean the horse and put him in his box. You managed to stay on the horse’s back for an entire five minutes. After that, the animal probably got bored and threw you to the ground, only to trot out to Licht and stood behind him – looking awfully smug.

Licht insisted that you rested while he combed the horse's brown mane and coat. It wasn't until you sat down on the wooden box next to the two that you realized how much your limbs hurt. You whimpered softly as you pressed on one of your fresh bruises. Licht looked over his shoulder "You went through a lot today, huh?" he gently brushed some hair off your face and cupped your chin in his hand. He slowly turned it towards him to kiss you on the forehead. "Wait, I'll take you to my room. Then I'll take care of you'' with a last little smile, he turned back to the animal and led it into one of the empty boxes. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire. Licht had always been a bit reserved - only recently, since the two of you were a couple, did he start opening up to you. Small gestures like kissing your forehead or random headpats were becoming the norm now, but they would always be special to you.

A little later, Licht closed the stable doors and, without warning, lifted you into his arms. "I can walk, it's fine-!" came your protest, Licht looked down at you "I know". With a sigh you accepted your fate and Licht carried you into his room.

Once there, he sat you down on his small sofa and opened a drawer. He glanced at you when he noticed you were staring at him, ‘’Get undressed’’. You blinked at him, and Licht sighed, "How else am I supposed to put lotion on your scratches?" Slowly you came out of your stupor and started to laugh a little ,,Hahaha... haha, right! That makes sense! Haha…''. Licht turned back to his closet, a grin on his face "You weren't thinking of anything else, were you?" He closed the drawer and came back with a small bag. You slowly began to undo the buttons of your jacket, while Licht's gaze did not leave your body. "You... could wear pants more often," he murmured. Your eyes shot to his. A light, rosy tone made itself present on his cheeks and he cleared his throat, ,,...What?''. You pushed your jacket off your shoulders "I usually wear dresses or skirts...I think that suits a prince's girlfriend better than-" you couldn't finish your thought because Licht grabbed your arm and started putting cream on your bruises while grumbling, "What are you talking about? You can wear whatever you want. It's nobody's business what you wear.''. Smiling sightly you turned your head to the window ,,You're right... if you don't mind, then I'd like to wear some more often...!''. Licht cleared his throat ,,I said wear what you want. I… am all for it,” he mumbled the last part, putting the bag on the table and looked down at your legs. ,,Your pants. Take them off too''. With red cheeks you unbuttoned them, Licht's gaze was heavy on your thighs.

When your pants were lying next to the jacket on the armrest, Licht pulled one of your legs up onto his lap and started putting cream on it. "There aren’t as many on your legs as on your arms… '' he murmured and you gave a short laugh, ''Yeah, lucky me I fell on my face rather than my legs, huh?''. Licht looked up, his features unsure, "I didn't mean it like that...''. You giggled, pulled him towards you and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I know, don't worry" you giggled as you wanted to lean back, but Licht's hands wrapped around your waist and with a jerk you were sitting on his lap. "L-Licht?" You stopped giggling, cheeks flushed and you turned slightly to face him. Burning red eyes looked down at you, something hungry in them. "I still have to take care of your thighs"' even his voice sounded a lot lower than before as he started treating your thighs. You notice that he was squeezing much harder than he had to - almost as if he was massaging hem. His touch alone made you feel heat between your thighs. Licht's breath was hot on your neck as he placed small kisses on it. "All day I see you running around in those pants... Do you know how hard it was not to drag you into the stables and fuck in the hayloft?" his voice was as low as a growl. You caught your breath as his fingers wandered higher and higher up your thighs. You clenched your thighs and turned on his lap, "Why didn't you say anything?" Licht blinked briefly and then laughed, ‘’So I could have just told you?'' Suddenly he stood up with you on his lap and sat down on his bed with you. "You're not very good with horses yet, but I know you're pretty good at riding other things." Your face grew hot - you were sure your face could rival a tomato. That statement was so unlike Licht, it certainly did something to you. It was clear what Licht was getting at and the longer you sat on his lap, the clearer your own arousal became.

Licht seemed to notice this as well, as he sat himself in the middle of his bed only to have you sit directly on his already hard cock, which was making itself  present in his pants. A shiver ran down your spine – partly because you were almost completely naked. Licht cocked his head to the side, "And? Are you ready for part two of your riding lessons?''.

Licht's hands were heavy on your thighs, the sounds of skin slapping against skin was all you could hear. With one hand in front of your mouth and your eyes half open, you rode him up and down in an uneven rhythm while Licht's hands made sure you stayed on your lap so that you didn't just tip over to the side. His eyes took in the sight of you, never leaving your body once. Except for a slight growl here and there, he hardly made any noise. He preferred to listen to your moans, which almost sounded like whining, because you were so full of lust that you couldn't manage to get out a moan.

One of Licht's hands left your thigh and wrapped around your waist lead you down onto his chest. The hand you held in front of your mouth left and clawed at the bed sheets next to Licht's chest. You buried your face between his neck and shoulder. Licht kept letting you set the pace, waiting for you to start moving again. You were both close to your climax when he started thrusting into you from below, making you emit a loud moan. He matched your rhythm and grabbed your ass with his still free hand while the other began massaging your thigh.

A little while later, you came with a long groan, giving Light enough time to pull out of you and come between your stomachs with a deep growl.

With shaking arms, you sat up and looked at him. His head was laying slightly sideways on his pillow and he looked at you with half-open eyes. He pulled you in to kiss you on the lips, only to pull away a little to whisper against them.

"Our riding lessons are really paying off, aren't they?"

[just2bubbly]

I have got my inbox littered with angst request and I'm on a fluff high for sometime now- so here's fluff!!

Masterlist

It's All Kismet

Ship: Kaider

Words: 2.2k

Genre: Fluff

Kai's Perspective:

Kai sat at the side table that separated the living space from the kitchen, writing the speech for the Commemorative Ceremony of Kese Peace, consumedly lamenting his career choice.

Working as a publicist for a Senator was wild already. Still, when your employer had a knack for causing a famous racket every other week it was troublesome enough. However, the paycheck was way more appealing than the work and that's one reason Kai has been loyal to his job for years. 

While he worked with his diplomatic skills to say 'It ain't necessarily so fucked up' to make a clearance for another of Truss's events, his girlfriend rummaged through the kitchen attempting to make a meal. 

Thud, came a loud noise of utensils crashing, causing Kai to stir from his work.

"Are you okay, Cin?", he asked, eyes skimming above his laptop screen.

"Oh-- don't worry, just being clumsy," she replied hurriedly. 

"Be careful also let's not have an adventure tonight," he joked, before suggesting, "We could order in if you want," general concern for his meal heightened.

"Stuff it, Kai. I can cook decent!" She exclaimed, slamming one of the cabinet doors to add to the theatrics.

"Tell that to the last time you almost burnt the kitchen down," he sass-ed.

"Fuck you," she yelled back, making him laugh as he continued to scrutinize his draft, the conversation forgotten. There wasn't much noise from the kitchen later. Up until there was a clamorous sound of glass shattering.

Kai was out of his seat, stepping into the kitchen, "Cinder I said no adventure," he said, trying to take in any harm that might have occurred.

Shards of glass lay all around but Cinder paid little heed to it as she was enraptured by something inside the cupboard. He bent down to her level taking in her pale face, and asked, "Why do you look like you saw a ghost?"

No sooner had he spoken those words, than he saw the object that had made his lover so dumbstruck. 

"Oh," he says, his mind trying to work up on how much he has fucked it up. His faint outburst, seemed to have snapped her out of her state as she bellowed, "Just oh, Kai?"

"What else should I say?" He countered, eyes boring holes into the dark blue box.

She spun around frowning at him, brows furrowing like they always do when she tried to keep her words in check, "Maybe doing a decent job of hiding the engagement ring?"

"You never know if it's an engagement ring," he reacted, trying to find a way out of the mishap he orchestrated. 

"Then why hide it in the corner of a kitchen cupboard?"

Kai looks down, realising how hiding the ring in the flour cabinet was a poorly coordinated decision. He had always been clueless about keeping things hidden from his loved ones. Yet, he didn't want the ring to end up in the socks drawer, that was too cliche for his liking. When he had the idea, he was quite convinced that Cinder wouldn't voluntarily go looking for stuff in the kitchen; if she ever did he was always around to ensure that she didn't look into that specific area of cabinets. 'Look where that got me, well planned Kai,' he thought. 

Coming out of his daze he chooses to take some sense of control as he says, "Did you open it?"

"Do you think my intrusive thoughts would stop me from opening a velvet box?", she rebutted, lost in her thoughts. 

Silently Kai wondered how she had imagined the proposal to be, he knew this wasn't what he would have planned if he had gotten something less abrupt. He had bought it a few weeks ago when he had noticed how she had lingered on a particular ring at Cress's ring selection. It was a thoughtless decision, but he wanted Cinder to have what she wanted, so he got the ring and didn't worry about proposing immediately.

"Well, can you forget that you saw it?", he asked meekly. Truth be told, there wasn't any escape unless Cinder agreed to play pretend alongside him. 

Cinder glanced at him and seemed to take in his defeated demeanour as she realised she was being too blunt with him. She moved closer to him, enveloping her hands around him, "Kai," she softly whispered, lips brushing lightly over his knuckles, "Look at me- It's not your fault, just a silly mistake."

He buried his face along the sleeve of her sweater as he hummed along in disappointment, "I wanted it to be memorable."

"I believe it's quite memorable," she teased, kissing the top of his head.

"You know what I mean," he mumbled, looking down as his fingers tried to pick at her sweater.

"Well, you can still ask me out," she pointed, Kai could feel her heartbeats smoothening out now that she was past the earlier adrenaline.

"Now you would be pressurised to say yes", he jokes causing Cinder to snort unceremoniously. As the laughter dies in her throat, she starts to draw circles on his arm.

"I didn't see the ring properly," she admits after a stretch of silence.

"You are going to be the one wearing it. I'm sure you will get plenty of chances to take it in."

"Ask me out!", she orders, removing the hand that was supporting him, causing him to lose his balance.

"You mean now?", He asks incredulously. He doesn't get a verbal answer as she slightly nods her head.

"Don't you want it to be a surprise?"

"It was always coming. Why not do it right now?" She counters.

With that said, Kai was on his knees, looking into her eyes, the words he was to say died on his lips as he caught the twinkle in Cinder's eyes.

He picks himself up as he chants something that resembles a yes. A plan forming in his mind, he might not be able to make it an ideal surprise but he would make sure to make it lovely. 

"Let's do it. We will make dinner and the proposal might happen somewhere along the way- I would like some element of surprise," he announces, hands moving mindlessly as he looks for his phone.

Finding it on the coffee table, he orders Cinder's favourite flowers from a shop two lanes down. Spends a couple more bucks on a strawberry sago since he won't have enough time to make desserts.

As he enters the kitchen, Cinder has already cleaned the scattered pieces of glassware-

"What do you want to eat?"

"Do you want to order in or cook something?"

"Maybe cook tteokbokki, it's quick to make and we could have it with some leftover side dishes," Cinder offers as she rummages through the refrigerator.

"Aren't you being too eager love?" He teases and Cinder never the one to back down from a challenge winks back, "I'm looking forward to the after."

He chuckles, capturing her slightly chapped lips as he whispers, "I wanted it to be something iconic."

Brushing her nose against his, she tugs him closer and says, "You make 'iconic' tteokbokki. If Truss ever lets you go, you will give all cooks a run for their money."

He smiles, "If Truss riles me up again this month. I promise I'd change professions."

Cinder chuckles and shakes her head mumbling Truss would never let Kai walk out of his job.

His lips are smiling on their own accord, as he boils the pot with his ingredients and meanwhile cleans the living room for a better atmosphere- the papers that had been flying all around before had been neatly arranged and stuffed in some corner of the cupboard for later use. The interior shifted so that it could make a temporary dinner table lookalike.

"Do you want me to change?" Cinder asks, standing in the hallway- her tall frame visible as she continues to cook.

Taking in her mismatched outfit of a faded maroon sweater- that she had stolen from Iko some years ago-hanging over her shoulders that came down to mid-thigh, paired with worn-out khaki pants, she had never looked prettier to Kai, "Only if you want to."

"Are you going to change?" she asked instead, taking in his attire that was no better than hers.

He was wearing denims, with a pale blue Oxford shirt that had been wrinkled in all places. Being so caught up in his work, he had chosen not to change after he had returned from work.

"Only if you want to," he repeated.

"You can be so indecisive, Kai," she groaned as she walked back into the kitchen, "Let's not change," she decides for the two.

Kai nodded, true, he could have used a shower but changing into pretty clothes wasn't his agenda. Clearing mess, lighting one of his favourite scented candles, checking Cinder used the right amount of sauce and later searching for a vase to keep flowers, were priorities on his list.

The bell rang as he was almost done making their living room fancier and if the whiff of garlic was any sign, Cinder was probably done with her creation too.

"I'll take the door and shoo inside now, I will call you once everything is set," he said.

He hurriedly set everything as Cinder cribbed every other minute about how long he was taking and how she couldn't take it anymore.  

"Kai, what's taking you so--" the creak of the door prevented her from asking the same question.

"My impatient lover, the home is ready for you!" he declared, trying to imitate a royal bow. Cinder following his action, shook her head affectionately and gave her hand away in greeting which he kissed in courtesy, his eyes never losing focus, causing Cinder to flush herself red.

"Lead the way, my to-be betrothed," she announced, looping her hands with his as they walked silently.

He could feel Cinder inhale sharply as they came before the makeshift dinner table, lined with pale pink chiffon and bow-tied candles, and their favourite music playing in the background.

As he sat before her, she whispered, "This is so beautiful." Her voice was laced with emotions that Kai didn't want her to express yet, they couldn't become a sobbing mess before the dinner even began.

"You have to cry when I go down on my knees, crying now would be a sign of poor cooking," he tells her, squeezing her hand to ground her.

"Aiiy, don't make fun of my cooking," she quipped, smiling at him as he served.

Their voices took over as they talked about everything, from Truss's shitshow to Cinder's boringly genius colleagues, the neighbour's house party they attended last week, and the newly opened restaurant they wanted to try, they gossiped like two fools for so long that it was well past midnight now.

"Hypothetically speaking, let's say I tell you that the spoonful of sago you just ate included the ring, how would you react?" He asks, sounding all serious. This joke doesn't sit right with Cinder as she chokes on her bite and ends up wheezing.

"You really can't take a joke!" He exclaims when she has stopped coughing and earns himself a slap," Who jokes like that?!"  

"Oh c'mon, you looked so ready for a ring to pop up for the last 30 minutes. I had to make a joke, how could you not feel a ring being chewed," He reasoned.

"If it wasn't for you proposing, I would think you wanted to kill me," she jested, and adamantly continued, "Also, ask me before my nerves force me to ask you!" She joked, a tad too seriously.  

"Cinder," he says, a long pause following before he finally asks, "Do you have a ring?"

That question seems to have startled her, as she stares at him stunned- "For fucks sake, Kai. I love you." She exclaims and goes bashing into the adjacent bedroom, leaving Kai behind to make sense of her words.

"I wanted you to have this moment," she says, coming closer with every word, a velvet box in hand. Her long fingers weave together with his own, "I bought it last year- when you went on that business trip to Turkey. Kept it with Iko until yesterday, I knew you would find it at home, just like I found yours. I was going to ask you this coming Saturday," she explained.

It was Kai's turn to be speechless, the long silence broken with his laughter, "Aren't we so stupidly in love?" He says, Cinder agreeing as they fall onto the couch. Cinder on top of him, her torso nestled in his arms, legs a tangled mess.

He isn't sure who leans in first, but their lips meet halfway, and Kai can hear his heart pounding in his ears. Her fingers grazed through his hair, trying to pull out knots from deep within it. He thrummed his fingers along her cheek, as she sunk her teeth, eliciting a moan.

As they tore apart, their lungs begging for oxygen, Kai couldn't wait any longer as he whispered, lips barely hanging above hers, "Marry Me, Cinder", and she closed the remaining distance, a yes said very much inside his mouth.

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A/N: Honestly speaking, this is largely influenced by this fic from fanfiction.net, wanted to write a proposal fic and perhaps it's my first time writing a modern AU- onto writing for a while now! Leave your love <3

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Entry #3

[CUBFAN]

I'm drenched in some weird black substance, and I can see eyes peering out of the walls.

I had just recently jumped down after revealing a hole in the ground, deciding that chaos truly was an answer that needed calling. Of course, I don't actually know where I'm headed.

But, man, who needs to figure that out? I have a sense that where I'm headed is full to the brim with anger. That just gets me going.

After walking through sludge and eye soup, I find a button. Normally, I wouldn't really press just any button out in the open. But this felt like it needed to happen.

So I pressed it. It opened a large door, kinda felt sci-fi. I slid to the wall, hiding behind the doorway that coincidentally hid me perfectly. I looked inside the room, there were two people chatting up a storm.

“You have no idea what's happening down here, do you?!”

The voice sounded like a woman, but I don't assume. The other voice sounded almost like a gremlin, but with a deep and intimidating voice. That I didn't actually care for, because I've heard worse from Tango.

“Oh, Shrub… you're naïve. Theatre of course is an act, but they all act like children.” The other one said.

Shrub, I guess, began shouting. “They are children! A bunch of teenagers trapped inside of this time capsule! Xornoth, for the gods' sakes, you're so aggravating!”

Xornoth snickered with a sinister hiss of breath as he leaned down towards the mushroom lady, “I am? Awh, a shame.” He pat her on the head, “I pity you. Stuck here with no idea on anything. There, there, little one. I'll be here to save you in your time of need.”

Shrub frowned, she glared at the ground. “No… you've controlled my life far too much already, Xornoth. I can't let you just save me just because I'm stuck in the basement of a maze.”

My eyes widened and I guess I forgot to be quiet, as I quickly gasped and slammed myself back onto the wall so I could be well hidden. Xornoth slammed his hand onto Shrub’s mouth. “Did you bring someone here?!”

Her expression was wild, as she tried to shake her head in refute. She muffled an attempted shout and Xornoth grumbled under his breath, lifting his hand from her face. “NO!” Shrub yelled.

She took a deep breath and veered towards the doorway. “There's no one here. You probably heard wind, or maybe someone else is in this stupid maze trying to get out. Who knows?! There's so many people in this damned building!”

“Damned is not the word I would use.”

“Of course! You'd use perfection! This building is extravagant to you! The best thing that could ever even exist in your plane of life!” Shrub held herself, her fingers tightening on her arms as her face scrunched up with every shout she made.

Xornoth couldn't help but laugh, he began walking away. I heard it, the stomping of his boots against the wooden floorboards. It had been headed away from me, I finally let out my breath.

Arguing fuels me, my mother is the god of chaos and strife after all. But this argument felt oddly draining, like all of my energy was being sapped away as they spoke. I sat down and tried not to be seen.

Of course, that failed.

As the mushroom lady herself hung around the hallway, then marched towards the door. Towards me.

She leaned on the doorway, hands grasping the walls like she was depending on it to keep her steady so the wind didn't blow her away.

She was rather petite, I looked up at this mushroom lady and immediately was frightened. When I said mushroom lady, I didn't exactly mean she had fungus growing in her hair. I saw a mushroom cap on her head, but I assumed it was a funky little hat, and she even wore an outfit that fit her cottagecore yet definitely-lives-in-a-cave aesthetic.

“I almost didn't notice you here,” Shrub smiled nervously. “Nice, uh, glasses, I think? Is that how you talk to people?”

“Weren't you just talking to someone?” I tilted my head as she began laughing. Quickly, she sat next to me and spoke so gently, “That man I just spoke to is Xornoth, I have no idea where he'd come from, or what he's doing here. I'm sorry you heard all of that, or if you don't understand half of what we said.”

“Exactly what do you think I don't understand?”

“The… time stuff? About this place?”

The corner of my lips lifted, only one though. It's a smirk, I never realized I had to explain one before. I snickered and leaned back, “I came here to assist in breaking an important group out of this place. Unfortunately, only one made it through. I'm fully aware this place is one giant time and space continuum joke. I have no idea what's causing it.”

Shrub fidgeted around with her hands. I watched as grass grew from the floorboards, flowers even began to sprout from the wood. She smiled, “Will you call me crazy if I talked about gods?”

“Would you call me crazy if I said I was the son of one?”

Shrub’s eyes widened and her whole body whipped around towards me. I've never seen a smile so bright and innocent before, it made me feel a little guilty. After all, I'd just eavesdropped on an argument.

“NO WAY!” She shouted, “I'm the daughter of Ceres!”

I paused, “Ceres? Like…”

“Oh you know, some Roman god.” Shrub’s hand flapped and went limp, as if she were shoving her words away because they meant nothing. “What about you?!”

“Uh, Eris.”

—

I think I began losing track of time around thirty minutes within that maze. We walked around for so long, avoided Xornoth like the plague, and trapped ourselves in dead ends.

Shrub whined for a while, I guess the mushrooms in her body began to hurt. Because at one point, I glanced at her to figure out the issue and I found a fungus digging its way through her skin.

We made it to a hallway that was splattered in reds, greens, and blues. I scratched the back of my head and stifled a giggle. “Looks like some computer artwork failed here.”

“Computer…” Shrub thought for a moment, “Wait, Cub!” She grabbed me by the shoulder. I turned towards her, “Yeah?”

“Vulcan!”

“...Please speak in terms we can both understand.” My brows lower as I suck air through my teeth, “I can't exactly, y'know, translate Latin to Greek in three seconds.”

“Vulcan is literally Hephaestus! Don't be dumb!” Shrub groaned. “Oh, buddy, if you wanna see dumb, you should see my friends back at camp. Especially the Hermes cabin, good lords.” I look away, back at the RGB modern art on the walls.

“If we're gonna theorize Hephaestus, the best we can do is figure out what this was made for.” I waltzed around, taking samples of the paint and anything I could find.

Shrub shivered, “You think this was just sheer pettiness on his part?”

“Of course it was, everything he does is petty. Should've been the god of being petty, but all the gods are.” I tapped on the walls and felt a pressure change immediately. “Uh,”

“WE'RE FALLING!!” Shrub held onto the nearest thing. Unfortunately, that was me. And we fell faster, because I'm no parachute.

—

We woke up in a ditch, and there we saw him. Laying on his side, my eyes widened in fear and surprise. “Who is that?” Shrub whispered. “Are they dead?”

I got up and walked towards him, poking him. “Cub! What are you doing?!” Shrub stood up.

“...Impulse? I thought you left with the rest of them. What's going on? Why are you…” I looked to my right. A wrench, I picked it up quickly and stared at Impulse. “Your gift is here, buddy. What's going on?”

I pulled him to where he now laid on his back. His lips were covered in fuzz and blood, and his head was a mess. I looked back at the wrench and found blood sticking to it, “This is hours old. Probably days.” I dropped it.

“Cub, what's going on here?” Shrub walked towards me, the concern living on her face along with all the dread.

I sighed, “Remember how you brought up Vulcan?”

“Yeah…?”

“Impulse is his son. Not Vulcan’s, but Hephaestus’ son,” I turn to look at her. “He brought us here for a reason. He told us to find Impulse.”

Shrub got lost in thought, I watched as she peered down at the floor once again. The floor this time was concrete, dry and painful to even step on. She seemed to count the lost pebbles that mixed in with the concrete. Her eyes closed.

“The fate of machine will be washed away by hands that prey on the day.”

“...Hey, I heard that prophecy.” I frowned. “Just before I got here.”

“So did I.” Shrub sat down next to Impulse, “Prey on the day…?”

“Is there some type of Apollo kid here?” I looked around, “Don't see one.”

“I'm the closest we have to day. I'm the feast… the farm, the crops, the nature.” Shrub planted her face on her hands. I glared down at Impulse. “We'll find the answer soon enough, I think I know who's doing the preying.”

Impulse never moved from his spot.

I didn't know if he was ever gonna move again.

[writteninthesewalls28]

Family

A story about a girl wanting to find out the truth

A/n: And…. Second chapter!

Warnings: mentions of death

Milly's POV:

After Calum left unexpectedly, I was happy when my phone rang and I saw Louis' caller ID. Finally getting my mind off of him and his weird reaction.

"Hello lovely brother!" I answered the phone. He didn’t answer immediately.

"Everything okay over there Milly? You never call me that." Louis can read me like an open book, like Calum. He immediately finds out when something’s going on and we mostly tend to mess with one another, we always did that and it will probably never change.

I let out a nervous breath. Telling both of them on the same day was definitely not my plan, but spontaneous things are normally better than plans.

"Ummm… I had an argument with Calum today. Not that deep though, don’t worry." Louis was overprotective, very overprotective and especially when we’re talking about the boyfriends of his little sisters. So adding that is a better idea, if I don’t wanna risk Calum's safety.

"Oh, I'm sorry, what happened? What did he do?"

"He just didn’t quite understand decisions I made…" I heard him holding his breath. He already knew where this is going. He then said:

"Do you want to find them?" He didn’t even had to add, who they were, I knew right away. There was this weird understanding between us.

"Yes.”

"And you’re doing it alone.”

"Yes."

I wasn’t able to say much more. I was too scared of his reaction. It took him some time to respond, which made me go crazy. What is he gonna say? Is he mad?

"You know Milly, you'll always be my sister. The DNA doesn’t matter to me, it doesn’t matter to anyone in our family. It didn’t matter to mum. We love you." He paused for a second, taking a deep breath.

"But if you feel like doing this, I'll support you and just know we’re here, Lots, Phoebe and Daisy, me, even Fizz and mum." I teared up. Getting his support is the biggest thing he could give me.

"Thanks Lou, I love you so much!" I said, trying to stop the tears from falling.

"And by the way, if Calum has a problem with you doing this alone, he literally doesn’t deserve you." That made me laugh. Louis never fails to make me happy again whenever I cried. Oh how much I loved him and how happy I was, he is my brother.

Later at night, at about 8 pm, I heard the door closing and Calums footsteps on the stairs. I sat in the bedroom watching my favorite Harry Potter movie, the prisoner of askaban while eating tons of oreos, my favorite type of food. In the scene where Remus misses class and Snape teaches the students about werewolves, Cal enters the room, looks what’s on the TV and lies down right next to me, putting his arm on my shoulders. The butterflies were going wild in my stomach, as if he didn’t already do that hundreds of times. He then quickly grabs the remote and pauses the movie. My head quickly turned to him, looking at his beautiful face. How lucky was I, to have a boyfriend like him? My cute little Cal.

"Could you maybe hear me out?" He said. I wasn’t mad at him, just confused what caused that reaction after I opened up to him about my plans for the future. I wanted to know what I did wrong.

"Of course.” I responded. I really wanted to hear what he had to say, happy he already wants to apologize. Normally, it takes days for Calum to realize his mistakes or understand his feelings. He’s often overwhelmed by his own emotions and doesn’t know how to react.

"I'm sorry." He looked like a baby, like a literal baby.

"I didn’t want to react like this, but, what I later realized was, that I was just afraid they could hurt you and I wouldn’t be there to protect you." Oh my god, I never even thought about that, that he actually worried about that, not being able to protect me and be there for me. Now I felt bad, really bad.

"Oh, sweetie, I didn’t even thought about that! I’m so sorry!" I silently added 'Thanking his bandmates for helping him understand his feelings and giving him the courage to directly talk to me' to my To-Do list because he was only already doing this because of them. Calum pulled me into a soft, warm hug.

"You did nothing wrong." He then whispered in my ear. I felt safe. For me, a safe place was wherever Calum was. But still, I had to do this adventure alone, finding out about my family, my heritage. It’s what I planned to do a long time ago. I promised it, even though it was a promise to myself.

Calum then took again the remote and pressed 'play' so the movie continued.

"Let’s do a Harry Potter date night, shall we?“ he asked and I happily went to get more snacks. Feeling better because we talked about our misunderstanding and can get back to the good things in life. Watching Harry Potter was definitely a part of it.

Cal's POV:

Lying here, with his arms wrapped around her, watching their comfort movie together, was Calum's happy place. He wanted to do nothing else, but this. With her, he was himself, his true self. Nothing could hurt him whenever she’s around. His world is all around her. And in a situation he felt exactly how he felt when the first kiss in Phoenix happened. The fireworks in his stomach were going off again and he only saw her. His beautiful girlfriend. He knew, it’s going to be hard, letting her go, to find her parents. Knowing anyone can hurt her, that thought stressed him. But he knew, she’s strong. She’s a strong, independent lawyer who fights for her clients, fights for everyone who needs it.

"Milly, just know that I believe in you. I’m gonna be there for you, whenever you need it." He whispered, but he didn’t get a response. She fell asleep, right in his arms, looking like the cutest person on earth. How lucky was he, to have a girlfriend like her?

[hypnoneghoul]

Mushy May Day 9. Massage/aftercare - Zephfrit

WC: 885

Ifrit takes care of Zephyr after fucking their brains out.

Read under the cut or on AO3.

“Oh, fuck, Zeph,” Ifrit sighed, pulling out and flopping down onto his back next to the air ghoul. “That was the best I’ve cum in fucking ever.”

“Yeah, me t- OW, shit,” they inhaled sharply, interrupting themself.

“Hey, you okay?” the worried fire ghoul asked, turning to look down at Zephyr laying on their front, face tilted to the side on the pillow.

“I think I’m too old to be railed by you, wild beast,” Zephyr chuckled, trying to conceal their pain with humour. It didn’t exactly work out.

“First of all, you’re barely older than me, they just fucked up your summoning,” Ifrit noted, brushing aside a stray piece of hair from Zephyr’s forhead. “Second of all, I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?”

“No, no, don’t worry, Sparky,” the air ghoul assured. They were used to it, really, but sometimes, something just caught them off guard. “My back just kinda locked, nothing new.”

“How can I help?” Ifrit moved to lay down on his side, so Zephyr wouldn’t have to crook their neck more to look up at him.

“You don’t have to, it’ll pass,” they shrugged. Zephyr really was used to it all, it shocked the other ghouls sometimes, when they just ‘wouldn’t mind’ being in agony.

“When?” The fire ghoul raised his eyebrows.

“In some time,” Zephyr snorted, though it wasn’t exactly a good idea, wincing immediately at the sharp pain in his lower back.

“Zeph, how can I help?” the fire ghoul repeated. “I want to help.”

“Well, if you insist,” they sighed. “You could maybe massage me a little bit? You have magic hands. And they’re warm.”

“Yeah, I know,” Ifrit laughed. “But I don’t know if I’ll be any good.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Zephyr turned their head to plant it straight in the pillow below.

“Okay, what am I supposed to do?” the fire ghoul asked confusedly, something resembling ‘improvise’ coming from the pillow Zephyr’s face was buried in.

Ifrit sighed and rubbed his hands together, lifting himself up, “Can I sit on your thighs?” Zephyr pulled one of their hands from under the pillow and made a thumbs up.

“Okay, then… I guess,” the fire ghoul moved to straddle the back of their thighs, then gently sat down, placing his hands just on Zephyr’s ass, kneading the flesh lightly. “Gorgeous ass.”

“I don’t mind, you know, “the air ghoul mumbled. “But I meant massaging my back.”

“Couldn’t help myself, you do have a gorgeous ass,” Ifrit snorted, indeed moving up, Zephyr wrapping their tail around his forearm. He tried to remember how Mountain always massaged Zephyr, and decided to try to recreate his movements as well as he could.

Ifrit felt the stiff muscles under his warm palm, and pressed down moving up, following the lines of Zephyr’s body. Then he got back where he started and moved a bit to the side, this time feeling up even harder muscles. He dug the heel of his palm into one of the knots and moved upwards again, making Zephyr moan.

“Here?” Zephyr made thumbs up again. “You sure I’m not making it worse, or something?” Thumbs up. “Okay.”

Ifrit continued like that, adjusting his movements according to Zephyr’s reactions, their sounds, and the noticeable loosening of muscles underneath his palms.

“Do you want me to switch something up, maybe?” he asked Zephyr after a few minutes of lazy kneading.

“‘S good, but-” they broke into a yawn. “I’m tired, Sparky, can we nap?”

“Sure, but I’m not finished with you yet,” Ifrit gently got up from Zephyr’s thighs and got out of the bed. He moved to the bathroom, returning in a pair of fresh boxers with a wet washcloth in hand. “Can you move yet?”

Zephyr groaned, this time not necessarily because of the pain, but rolled over onto their back, revealing a sticky mess both on them and the bedding.

“What a messy ghoul,” Ifrit laughed.

“Says you,” Zephyr struck back, spreading their legs to reveal the mess Ifrit left. The fire ghoul blushed and tried to ignore the kick his cock gave at the sight.

He shook his head chuckling and took the dirty sheet out of their nest, throwing it into a corner, and knelt next to the air ghoul. Ifrit gently cleaned up Zephyr’s thighs and belly, pulling out a soft, comfortable purr out of them. When he finished, the cloth joined the to-be laundry on the floor, and he got Zephyr into clean underwear, “You want something to drink? A snack?”

“Nooo,” Zephyr whined. “Just come cuddle.”

“Okay, okay, chill,” Ifrit laughed at the air ghoul’s antics, but he would lie if he said he wasn’t tired himself. He laid down on his back, and Zephyr didn’t waste a second in crawling on top of him and sprawling themself like a blanket over the fire ghoul. They nuzzled Ifrit’s neck and purred again, louder this time, even more content.

Ifrit sighed and reached for a bundled up blanket next to them, throwing it over them with little to no grace.

“Did I help you at least a bit?” he asked, yawning.

“I moved, didn’t I?” silence fell then, interrupted again by the air ghoul after a few minutes, “You help me everyday in more ways that you could ever imagine, Sparky.”

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

another idea is a classic ol pregnancy scare for eddie x reader?

Thanks for this! Coming in hot with 2 request for I start my shift at work!

female-coded reader, mentions of pregnancy. Read more is higher up because of this! Reader is 18 in this.

"Your poor nails," Eddie coos. He can see them more clearly, sitting behind you now.

The entire time he drove to the store, you sat in the passenger seat arms folded across your chest. You were quick in the store, sliding out of the van before he could get the gear fully into park. Part of it was because you'd heard--from others-- the best time to take a test is first thing in the morning. Your bladder would've never made it if Eddie went in by himself.

The nerves have been killing you and with a bad habit of nail biting, they received the short end of the deal. For the past two weeks you've been chewing them over and over and over, hoping today would be the day. But it never was.

You had a decently regular period. Only under certain extreme stress had you missed a period completely--the height of having to put together all your materials for college applications. You'd gotten accepted--much to your relief, but now you couldn't fuck it up.

You wouldn't consider Eddie and yours relationship as something so fragile that it couldn't handle a baby, but you didn't want that. Not right now. You wanted to be young and be a kid and have fun at parties, drink too much, have a brush with the law--maybe. But not this. Not a kid.

Eddie's fingers smooth over yours. His breath brushes over your cheek as you rest into his chest. He's a comfort to have in this moment. When you first had an inkling that something might be wrong, pulling him aside during lunch to talk to him, he comforted you then. A big hug, asking if you wanted to wait or check immediately. He and the nurse were solid--though, he shouldn't be using his connections to the few staff and teachers that did like him to get away with ditching, it was you and he'd do it in a heartbeat.

You didn't want to panic right away. Sometimes your period was a day or two late, sometimes four or five days late but it always came. You told him then you'd wait one more week.

One more week has landed you here.

You turn into Eddie's chest, the floor of the bathroom hard under your knees. He hums, adjusting his arms to take you in. "It's gonna be okay, sweetheart. We're gonna be okay."

"Do-do you want a kid right now?" you ask into the lapels of his vest.

"It's not ideal," Eddie returns. "It is far from it. But I'd make it work, ya know? We take the punches. They hurt like hell. But we take them and then we keep going, right? Isn't that what life is about?"

"Do you want kids at all?" you whisper, your find his t-shirt covering his torso and ball it into your fist.

"Eventually. A couple little munchkins--wild hair and making me regret my youth." His laugh is soft and it rumbles in your ear. "I wanna do right by them, you know? Give them what I didn't have--being there for sports. God, imagine me showing up to soccer games, shouting 'Sports! Yeah! Down the field! Look alive, Jr, look alive!'

The scene plays out in front of your eyes. Eddie still in his ripped jeans but having traded vintage band t-shirts in for a more leather look, running alongside the field to cheer his kid on. You imagine you're in the stands, holding jackets and sports bags and maybe the youngest of your family in your lap while Eddie gets toe to toe with a ref about a bad call. You might call out to him, gently wave for him to take it down just a notch. We can't get banned from games, sweetheart. Not a cool dad look, you might say.

And it would be all you needed to say for Eddie to nod, coming back to the bleachers to take the youngest and bring them down to the sidelines on his hip. You'll keep me in check, right bud? Keep your old man from getting locked up over an absolute horse manure call, he might tease.

But it's all future. It's all late twenties and a college degree and a house and not right now.

You don't even realize you're crying. Not until Eddie gently shushes you, rocking you side to side. "It's alright. If-if this is positive and you don't want a baby right now, then-then we can talk about it," Eddie offers.

It comes out in stutters, Eddie unsure of his own words, because would a kid be all that bad? Maybe it wouldn't. Maybe it would be. He's not sure anymore. He just hates to see you worried.

The kitchen timer shrills in the tiny bathroom. Eddie's attention snaps up to the chicken shaped item and he tightens you in his hold. For the first time in a long time, Eddie prays. He shuts his eyes and prays that for your sake this test is the answer you want it to be. It's a quick prayer and then he's nudging you gently, thumb brushing over your cheek.

You're slow to remove yourself from the safety of Eddie's body. His smile is gently, but wobbly. "I-if you want, I'll check," he offers.

You shake your head. "Together?" you propose.

He nods. "Stand up on the count of three...hundred?"

You exhale a tuft of laughter. "On the count of three."

"Since you want to be a party pooper," he teases.

You two count down together and then push up. The liquid is clear in the container--a torturous twenty minutes. But there it sits in your face. Clear liquid. You clutch the ends of the counter--a wave of relief hitting you. "It's negative," you exhale.

Eddie squeezes at your hips and you turn to face him, only to be engulfed in a hug. Eddie feels only a tiny sting of pain in his chest, the part of him that did want to do better by his children. But he's thankful it's not right now. The future--he can do all that in the future.

You're not sure how long you're in that bathroom, embracing. Your face buried in his neck and his face buried in yours. But it feels good to have a small small sigh of relief.

"We're using condoms for forever," you tease. You two discussed trying sex with no additional protection, considering you'd been on the pill for two years. It sounded like a good idea at the time until this brush. You know condoms weren't 100% safe either, but the combination made you feel safer than without it now.

Eddie laughs. "I can agree to that. Scouts honor."

The rainy day in Hawkins doesn't slow but it doesn't really matter as you curl up on Eddie's bed. Half the night you could hardly sleep and it caught up now. Eddie sits on the floor in front of the mattress, notebooks in his lap. Though Eddie didn't really care about school, he still did his best to make an effort and you'd only agree to nap if he agreed to use the time to be productive. He gave in easily to the soft demand.

You're not even sure how long you're drifting in and out of sleep, trying to let sleep embrace you but something floating deep within your subconscious that keeps waking you. You only sort of get a feeling of what it might be when you sit up, thinking the nerves of earlier are still playing tricks on your bladder.

Eddie watches you pad into the bathroom, his pajama bottoms on your hips. He smiles and then looks back down into his algebra textbook and groans. Yep, he was totally doing that equation wrong.

With a sigh, he starts over, eraser carrying away the error.

"Really?" Your voice echoes and Eddie scrambles to get up from the floor.

He doesn't bother knocking. The door opens wide with Eddie's eyes frantically searching the room. It's just you on the toilet, pants down, toilet tissue in hand. And there, on it, he notices something a twinge red.

"Your period?" he asks.

"Yes! We did all this fretting for the bitch to show up right after!" You discard the used tissue into the bowl.

He relaxes, a snort leaving his nose. He crouches down and opens the doors to the cabinet under the sink. He tosses the package of pads to you and then holds up a box. "Life's got a sense of humor, doesn't she? Which ones?"

"Something like that," you mutter. You hold up the pads you managed to catch. "These are fine for right now. Thanks."

"Of course." He puts the tampons back and watches just for a moment as you get the hygiene product secured to your underwear. "So that's how you do it," he hums and then presses a kiss to your temple.

Eddie exits the bathroom and gets the door closed behind him. "Holler again if you need me. Or your period's a bitch again."

"Will do!" you return.