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acerathia · 10 days ago

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equanimity || Li Shen | Zayne

Summary:

This was supposed to be a simple job: support Dr. Zayne with today's endeavor. But it all got ruined when a Wanderer burst in, leading to him overusing his Evol, and there's just one thing you can do about it.

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Pairing:

Li Shen | Reader / Reader | MC

Tags/CW:

Minors and Ageless Blogs DNI!! pwp, aphrosidiacs/sex pollen (by accident lol), making out, handjob, blowjob, overstimulation, slight sadism and masochism (implied), reader being a service bottom, nipple licking and sucking, stripping, riding him o7, cockwarming, and as always, love hehe

Note:

something possessed me, idk man, is this anything? whoops, sorry for anything and everything atp klsdflkjsd

The hospital is familiar, the scent of sanitizer penetrating the air, with a flight floral undertone due to the plants scattered here and there. With sure steps, you make your way to the office you have visited countless times, and will continue to visit countless times, even if your own condition were to disappear someday. That is because your main reason for this visit isn’t a cure or treatment, it’s one person: Zayne.

It’s been some time since the last time you have seen him face to face, both of your schedules irregular and unpredictable, making it more difficult to plan for a date. Even now, your visit isn’t a personal one, but one assigned to you by your job. Well, volunteered for it. There’s no way you would have missed seeing him in any capacity. Maybe surprise him a little bit with your sudden appearance.

With a knock, you wait until his calm voice allows you to enter, just then do you practically burst into the room, a wide grin pulling on your lips. “Dr. Zayne, your protection has arrived!”

His gaze is already locked on you, and he raises his eyebrows. “And I assume that might be you, yes?”

With a couple steps, you’re standing in front of him, tempted to sit down on his table to be even closer to him, only restrained by the reminder that you’re technically on the clock.

“Well, isn’t it obvious? I am a hunter after all,” you nod, puffing your chest slightly with pride.

A barely noticeable smile tugs on the corners of his lips. “Then, Miss Hunter, I will be under your care.”

Just as these words leave his lips, the ground begins to rumble, bringing you out of balance, barely staying on your feet with his support, hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You hunter’s watch makes the all-too-familiar sound and you brace yourself.

“A Wanderer!” you shout to him, moments before the door bursts in splinters, revealing the creature which has been seeking chaos and destruction.

Yet, it hadn’t expected you and Zayne to be there. With a flick of his wrist, the Wanderer is stuck to the ground. You prepared yourself to finish it, when it shot something out of its body. Ready to be hit, you started retaliating, but you didn’t expect for a body to shield you from its attack. You curse as you feel his body slightly slump against yours and before you could take care of him, you defeated the Wanderer with a powerful shot.

Filled with panic, you help Zayne back into his seat, looking him all over, yet not seeing any fatal wound. Only his skin seems to be incredibly cold, too cold. Putting your hand directly onto his skin, you try to use your own Evol to help him regulate his ice. But it didn’t help. He’s still unbelievably cool to the touch.

This doesn’t help ease your worries, so you try to think of a way to get his temperature to a normal level while helping him get home, because there’s no way you’re taking care of him in his dusty and almost destroyed office. You did notify a nurse beforehand, and while he did give you a weird look on your way out, he only nodded and noted it.

Luckily, Zayne doesn’t live far away, so getting him into his place turns out to be easier than expected. But despite the effort he has put in, he could not overcome the cold slowly encroaching on him, making his limbs stiffen up, fingers covered in dark ice.

Carefully, you slip him onto the worn couch, fingers rubbing his cheeks to get some colors back into them. Nervously, you lick your lips. There’s a thought swirling through your mind, a perfect way to warm him up, yet it feels wrong to try it before you run out of choices. So, you caress his eyebrows, sighing as he leans closer to your skin.

“Should we try to warm you up with a nice bath?” you murmur, grasping at straw. Your Evol has never betrayed you like this before, your resonance with him has always been something you could trust. Until now. Now, when the coldness is swallowing him, it’s turning its head away from you.

Zayne clasps your hand in his, his eyes slightly hazy, yet clear enough to make eye contact with you. “I don’t need a bath. What I need is you.”

His cold fingers run over your arm, to grab your hip and to pull you to him, and you could not put up any resistance against him, his words making your brain freeze for a moment. That’s how you end up straddling him, hip to hip, his breath against your neck. And you’re starting to feel more conscious of him on you, against you.

His lips kiss your skin, making you shiver. His graceful fingers gradually slip underneath your shirt, the tips of his fingers eliciting another shiver and goosebumps spread over your back. They fan out slowly, trying to touch you as much as he can, steadying themselves pressed against your lower ribs.

The kisses he has been scattering like cold rain over your skin, lead over your jaw, until he stops with a final one on the corner of your lips.

“Share your warmth with me,” Zayne mutters before letting his lips dive towards yours, soft touches, coldness against your tongue, fog-like breath into your lungs, breathing you in, taking you for himself.

You sigh against him, slipping closer with each kiss, deepening your connection. Your hands stroke the back of his neck, slipping to his collar and slowly opening the buttons one by one. Taking your time in taking the usually put together doctor apart, one by one. With your fingertips, you graze his chest, already starting to take on a slight flush, leaving a faint trail over his abdomen, stopping at the waistband of his pants, creasing where his needs lie.

“Then, let me be your caretaker for the day,” you whisper against his lips, moments before you open his pants, letting your hand slowly slip inside.

A small wet spot has spread over his boxers, and the thought that the usually restrained Dr. Zayne desires you so, makes your insides warm and needy. And you want to see how strong his restraint in truth actually is. So, all you do is caress the outline of his length over the cloth, enjoying the twitch it elicits out of him.

Swallowing his moan with your mouth, you continue to kiss him, giving him your feelings on a platter, thawing him bit by bit, sucking on his tongue and exploring his mouth, showing him how much you desire and want him, how much you love him, allowing him to swallow you whole if needed.

Although, he doesn’t do that just yet, he might take you up on that offer with a little more coaxing. That’s why you carefully slip your fingers into his boxers, leaving a warm trail along his v-line until they meet his length. And even there, you only let the tips of them caress him, spreading your warmth over him, taking care of him slowly and delicately. Your thumb touches his tip in slow circles, spreading the wetness over him. Only when you feel him tremble against you, your name escaping his mouth in small pants, do you finally let your hand fully grasp him.

Maybe you’re even indulging yourself a bit, slow strokes with barely any friction or pressure, feather-light touches moving up and down. Yet, these wisps of warmth are more than enough to get him worked up, tension growing in his upper body as he grasps your hips for something, anything to ground him. His grip is tight, but careful to not leave any traces behind, to not hurt you. But you did want to experience him lose control, slipping slightly, leaving you with marks only he can give you and no one else.

So, you adjust your grasp around him, more pressure as the pace of your strokes begins to speed up with each jerk of your wrist. At this, you feel his hands clutching you with more intensity, holding onto you almost like Zayne is making sure that you’re still there, that your gentle touches, your warmth against his cold skin is not merely a dream pulled out of the depth of his conscious, something that can’t just slip between his fingers if he tries to reach you.

Murmuring your name over and over again, a constant reminder that you’re safe and with him, that you’re close to him, an incantation of your existence, of your blessings upon him. His lips were hovering over your skin, pants hot against it, and even with the rising tension, his teeth never meet your flesh, never indulge himself in your taste. You wonder if you could coax that out of him, too, someday.

The mere imagination of his teeth digging into you makes your insides flutter and your hand move faster. And instead of feeling his mouth against your skin, you can’t help but dig your own incisors into his shoulder, sucking and lapping at the spot, taking good care of him.

And it doesn’t take long until the tension in his body reaches a high, releasing with a silent snap, hips stuttering against your hand as he empties himself. His fingers dig into the softness of your hips, a dull ache, but satisfactory nonetheless.

While Zayne slumps against you, you pull out your hand to lick him off of you, making sure it’s visible to him, even holding eye contact as your tongue darts out to taste and enjoy him. Only then do you press your forehead against his, trying to gauge his temperature. Despite your work, he only has warmed up ever so slightly, still not enough, though. You bite your lips in thought, your nails softly scratching against his scalp as you think how you should get his temperature further up. And you suppose you could just continue as you did.

So, with him being limp in your arms, it turns out to be a rather easy task to push him onto his back, his body pliable and soft, just for you. For now, you keep your place on his hips as you lean down to catch his open lips with yours, pushing your tongue against his to tease him, to play with him. His hand finds the back of your neck and he presses you impossibly closer to deepen the kiss, to taste your soul and your love. You let your tongue press against his, pushing and pulling, a dance between ancient lovers.

Breathless, you separate yourself from him, a string of saliva still connecting you, the taste of him lingering on your tongue. One look at him, sharp lines, yet eyes as soft as a meadow underneath the play of the wind, makes your veins run hot, and you immediately press your open mouth against the column of his throat, teasing the skin with your teeth, but careful to not leave marks in places where other people might discern them. Just when you dive below that line, do you allow yourself to mark him, to scatter yourself all over him, bites and kisses and shades of blue. And you can’t help but lick at his nipples, biting on them until you let your mouth suck on one of them while your hand pinches the other, twisting and rubbing.

Just taking care of him this way evokes a reaction in him, his length already hard, pressing against your lower torso, beckoning you to take care of it again, to show Zayne desire and want over and over again.

With a last lick over his nipple, you let off of it, your mouth continuing to wander over his abdomen, taking care to litter him in your affection. Until you reach the mess that is his lower body, remains from your touches spreading over his clothes, belt unbuckled, yet covered in a way that feels more provoking than mere nakedness; someone so used to have control over his own desires, being turned into a mess with a couple of moves, clothes disheveled, and if you look up to him, mussy hair and hazy gaze.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of his shorts and you slowly pull them down, his cock immediately pulling itself free, hard, leaking, and oh-so beautiful. You hear him say your name, but instead of answering, you look up to him, holding his eyes in yours as you press a kiss on the tip, letting the tip of your tongue dart out to lick him, tasting his precum.

Before you even think of taking care of him properly, you begin to spread kisses over his shaft, fluttering touches, accompanied by the wetness of your tongue. Only once you reach the base, do you fully stick out your tongue, flattening it to lap over his whole length, feeling the veins over its surface and the way he twitches. And once again, you’re met with his glistening tip, and this time, you carefully take it into your mouth, letting it rest between your lips, letting him feel your wet mouth against himself, before you hollow out your cheeks, gently sucking on it, your tongue darting over his slit.

His hand grabs your hair in reflex and you feel the slightest sting, more than you could have anticipated from the careful Dr. Zayne. Feeling the need for more, you slowly move your head, taking him bit by bit, feeling him fill your mouth with each passing push. Sometimes you take your time to caress him properly, to take care of every part of him, bopping your head as your tongue works him, loves him. And with each stroke, each caress, each movement of yours, the tug grows in strength ever so slightly, his hips stuttering against yours, restrained, yet out of control, seeking more, more and more of you.

And then you reach the base, and you wished you could nuzzle yourself closer to him, yet all you can do is rub your forehead against his pelvis, before you slowly pull back, only to repeat everything again, just faster, teasing him more and more, and the exposed parts caressed by the tips of your fingers, never allowing him to have a bit of rest. Until the tension in Zayne is palpable, shivers running down your neck and when push comes shove, as he pushes his hips closer to your mouth before everything in him releases, his control slipping as he allows himself to relieve himself in your mouth, your name on his lips, a groan and a prayer.

Even while he continuously climaxes, you don’t let up, your lips around his tip as you suck and lick, prolonging his high, coaxing more and more out of him, allowing him to indulge himself in you. Not stopping, steadily keeping your pace, your tongue flat against him, feeling him twitch against your mouth once again.

But you let up, standing up, and let your eyes travel over the sight in front of you. His pants hanging around his knees, his usually creaseless button-up shirt rumpled, framing his tensing torso. His mouth agape, and his eyes, his eyes dark and filled with want, looking at you, desiring you, glowing like ice under the sun.

You can’t help but lick your lips, watching as his eyes focus on them. This simple movement brings an idea to fruition. You tilt your head slightly, showing the column of your throat, raising your hand to let your fingertips glide over the skin, free of any spots, for now. And you let them wander until your palm meets your breast, and you spread your fingers around the curve of your body, all while keeping your eyes on him, watching his every reaction.

His gaze follows your every move, his body tensing as the blood rushes lower and lower. His chest rising and falling in deep breaths, as if he’s still trying to get himself under control, after everything. You bite your lip to suppress a grin, feeling the thrill of your own control over him, making your own desires fluctuate.

Slowly, your palm caresses your lower torso, until you reach the hem of your shirt. And with a fluid motion do you rid yourself of the piece of cloth hiding you from his intense gaze. You excessively stretch as you do so, showing him everything you want to give him. You imagine hearing Zayne pant and swallow, just at the sight of you and without preamble your fingers find the waistband of your pants. With the tips of your fingers, you unbutton it and grab the zipper, slowly pulling it down, letting him hear every click. Until the fabric falls to the ground with a little shimmying of your hips.

For a moment, you sway your body under his stare, feeling the way it travels up and down, trying to freeze every frame in time. But even your patience has its limits, especially with all his reactions pulling desire into your gut, stoking the flame with each twitch, with each gasp, with each slow blink. That’s why you return to straddle him after allowing him a good look, pressing your hips against his, feeling his precum stain your underwear, mixing with your own wetness.

You lean over Zayne and give him a small kiss on the corners of his lips, savoring the sight in front of you, pupils blown wide and lust and love filling them. And you kiss him, slow, careful, tasting him and devouring him, as much as he devours and tastes and loves you. Softness meets softness. Tongue caressing tongue.

Until you move your hips against his, drawing the movement out, feeling his length slide over the barrier between you, so close, yet not enough, friction to get you going, but not filling like he would. His moans reverberate in you, and you swallow them greedily, picking up the pace bit by bit.

And something snaps, barely audible, but enough. Just enough for Zayne to slide your panties to the side, fingers spreading you open, pressing against your clit. You gasp, shuddering at the sudden coldness against your hot core. The same breath gets stuck in your throat, as you feel his tip meet your entrance, pushing into you without any warning.

You moan his name and clutch at his shoulders, as he ruts deeper and deeper into you, filling you, satisfying you, making you whole. His hands on your hips, fingers digging as he presses you closer to him, until your pelvis meets his. He stays like this for a moment, his breath hot against your neck, lips meeting skin, caring for one sensitive spot, kissing and licking, his teeth barely grazing you, ever.

Once you grow needy, you can’t help but grind yourself against his, seeking some friction against his fingers. Noticing your needs, he moves his fingers over your clit, slowly, in pace with the way he thrusts in you. Careful, languid, almost like he wants to draw it out, like he wants to feel you for as long as possible. Like he wants to regain some control over himself. You can’t have that. So, you push against him, moving at your own pace, all while you sink your teeth into his shoulder, at the same time you press yourself into him, sinking and taking him fully.

A barely suppressed groan escapes him, and his movements against you grow erratic, as erratic as they can be for someone like him, yet his fingers never let up, caressing you, taking such good care of your clit. Every thrust of his hip against yours hits the spot inside you, and he knows exactly how to fire you up, how to wind you up, each touch calculated for your own benefit.

Until you unravel over his fingers, with him inside you, clenching around his length as you moan his name against his warm skin, your thighs tightening around his hips, pulling him infinitely closer to you. And the mere feeling of satisfaction of your climax brings him to his own high, spilling inside of you, throbbing and twitching, your name falling from his lips over and over again.

You slump against him, snuggling to his warmth, thawed by your efforts and love, keeping him inside you, desiring to be as close to him as possible. He, too, wants to keep you close to him, winding his arms carefully around you and whispering your name and endless confessions of love and adoration. Something only meant for your ears and your ears only. You let your fingernails scratch softly at his back, murmuring your own commitment, vowing to love him, only him, to keep your eyes towards him, promising to stay by his side as he does by yours. Binding and forever.

#li shen x reader #zayne x reader #zayne love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace x reader #ru writes

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tackykachowch · 2 months ago

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While I'm on the topic of Sucker I remember I read a post abouttt hang on. I can't recite it from memory. One sec. Yeah here.

That when Isha falls on Jinx during the line "Pretty little lamb, don't come down here, you're gone, sucker" it solidified her fate, i. e. she's now destined to die because she crossed paths with Jinx. While it's a great observation from OP, but in terms of meta isn't it like....horribly, horribly cruel? Like what we're supposed to get from this? That Jinx is right? That her mere existence causes people who are close to her to die? Not even people who are currently close to her, but who POSSIBLY could be close to her. And that by killing herself she made a morally good decision?

That's just. *sigh*.....You know, as an actively suicidal person I'm like "Hell yeah I should kill myself too", but when I'm thinking about it separately from these feelings I'm just.....devastated man.

Jinx is an incredibly scarred and tragic character who didn't even have a chance to figure out who she is by herself until the end of s1. She and people around her think of her as a jinx, bad luck, and that something will inevitably go wrong if she's involved. But in reality, all of her "bad luck" is just a chain of decisions made by different people at the wrong time, or simple accidents. And yet because of this she's never given a chance to be happy, to live her life like she wants, to love and be loved. Oh, and Silco? Apparently you're the biggest idiot alive for telling her that she's perfect, because she's actually the worst, like you are, and deserves to rot in a ditch just like you (please guys this is sarcasm please please). It's like she's the only character in the whole show who is sought out by fate itself, because how else would you explain this? "Ah, but you see, Jinx's story is a tragedy" no it isn't, it's a torture porn. When your characters suffer for the sake of suffering and then kill themselves out of guilt and depression this doesn't mean anything. At all. Well, if other characters react to it properly and come to some meaningful conclusions maybe it would be worth something, but this is certainly not the case.

And you know what would actually be worth something? That Isha doesn't die. That the symbolic lyrics were all in Jinx's head, and she doesn't actually bring bad luck to the people she loves. She decided to call herself Jinx in s1, so in s2 she should've decided to stop perceiving herself as *a* jinx. That despite everything she's been through and what she's done she's still able to defy her circumstances and fight for a better future, just like her father did. She should've learned to love herself first and foremost, and that way she can give her love to others. That she makes other people's lives better just by being with them, as opposed to what she thought before.

Man I hate s2 writers go to hell

#i will fight for my daughter with my bare teeth do you hear me!!!!#SHE DESERVES TO BE HAPPY THE MOST OUT OF THE WHOLE CAAAAAAST #arcane critical #arcane season 2 #arcane #jinx arcane #isha arcane #silco arcane #(in passing)

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pyrodolls · 1 month ago

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Hello!!!

Please can I request headcanons on how twdg men would react to an injured Reader 👉👈

VARIOUS TWDG MEN X INJURED! READER HCS PT. 1

WARNINGS: spoiler free, gender neutral reader, could be read as either romantic or platonic hcs, angst to comfort i guess ?

A/N: woah hey guys... it's been a week.. oops. but hey i'm posting the requests... slowly... but it's only slow bc i'm constantly going back and changing things so i'm never really satisfied with my work smh. also if this does well i'll do the s3 and s4 men. btw i'm so sorry lee's was short idk what else to write for him.

let's say you went on a run for supplies, but it went wrong. you were attacked by walkers, and you just barely survived without getting bit.

LEE would stay calm. or at least, he'd appear calm. it was mostly for your sake, because he didn’t want you to panic. he'd seen plenty of injuries at that point, so he was quite desensitized to blood and all kinds of wounds. he was still worried about you, but he was just relieved that you were alive. after the incident, he allows you to continue going on runs and doesn’t fuss over you. he believes that you're strong enough to handle yourself. he isn't going to baby you after one little incident, but he's definitely going to start asking you if you need his help. if you say no, he'd respect that.

KENNY on the other hand, was panicked. he saw you unconscious with blood everywhere. he was the first one running over to you to find out what happened. he immediately checked for a bite, even after you reassured him that you didn’t have one. once he saw that you weren’t bitten, he was still panicked anyway. he was angry. he was desperate to find someone to blame rather than admit how terrified he was to lose you. you could've died out there. you should've been more careful. he should've been there. why wasn't he there? he should've protected you. the person with you should've prevented this. the person with you should've helped you. his anger wasn’t diminished until he saw you healed and walking around again. he masks his sadness with anger and often doesn't know how to control his emotions, but at the end of the day, he always remembers that the important thing is that you are safe. and you were never allowed to go on a run without him again.

BEN had no clue what to do. he was convinced that you were going to die. usually, he'd think a little more rationally when someone in the group is injured. he may be young, but over the course of the apocalypse, he's garnered a small bit of medical knowledge. he's aware that a simple accident isn't enough to kill someone. but when it comes to you, all logic is thrown out the window due to how much he cares about you. when he saw you bloody and weakened, he was terrified. he begged whoever was taking care of you to do their best. he stayed by your side as much as he could. he barely ate or slept until you were healed. once you were finally healed, he swore to make sure you never left his sight again. he's aware that you're stronger than him and you're capable of taking care of yourself, but he'd be damned if he lets you get injured again. he knows he isn't the strongest guy around, so there's not much he can do anyway, but after your accident, he started to get paranoid when he didn’t see or hear you after a short amount of time.

LUKE was incredibly worried when he found out you were hurt, and he rushed to carlos to make sure you were okay. he trusts carlos and he knew that you were in good hands, but he still needed to see you in order to know you were okay. once he saw that you were alive and not bitten, his worries quickly washed away. he confident that you can handle yourself, so it was just a little accident. but to be sure, he stayed by your side to tend to all of your needs and acted as your personal butler as you were healing. but there was still that nasty thought that crept into the back of his mind: the thought that you could've died. but he shook it off, not wanting to think about it. as long as you aren't alone on your runs, he isn't worried at all. he knows you can handle yourself. but if you can't, he would gladly be your knight in shining armor and take care of you.

NICK immediately spiraled when he saw you bloody and unconscious. he's lost enough of his loved ones; he can't lose you too. he paced outside the door where carlos was taking care of you, fiddling with his thumbs and being uncharacteristically quiet. the minute that carlos opened the door, nick rushed over to you and kneeled by your bed. he stared at you in silence, contemplating what he would do if you died. the others had to pull him away from you to let you rest. he was quiet for days after that. he let you rest, but he didn't leave the house at all just to make sure he was there to take care of you. he's convinced from then on that you need someone with you on runs. it's not that he thinks you're weak and you need to be protected, he just doesn't want to go through that period of depression and worry ever again. he was shattered at the thought of losing you. he's already damaged by plenty of his loved ones being killed, but your death would've been his breaking point.

#lee everett #lee everett x reader #lee twdg #kenny twdg #kenny twdg x reader #ben paul #ben paul x reader #luke twdg #luke twdg x reader #nick twdg #nick twdg x reader #twdg #twdg x reader #telltale the walking dead #telltale twd

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cozzzynook · 3 months ago

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feed me blitznut(blitzwing x lugnut) or prowlbee pleaseee

Prowlbee

Bumblebee feeling insecure about his relationship with Prowl and his team in general.

He isn’t like other mechs and he knows that.

He isn’t socially graceful, he’s small for a bot— a minicon by dysfunction ( disability ) not physically strong and overly chatty at the worst of times. With a temper and faked over confidence that was far beyond his size with a damaging need for acceptance and to prove his spark existing is not being squandered.

He has many faults that he rather not acknowledge in public and plenty that are written plain as Bulkheads large servos on his transcripts.

He’s a bot with not a lot going for him, he knows this. He doesn’t need you to remind him Sentinel, thank you very much.

He’s not an idiot contrary to belief.

He’s smart enough to know he shouldn’t hope for much let alone have much since he’s just a discarded spark that grew up in the slum sparkling centers that have been condemned since he reached mechhood.

Bee is well aware his chances are not supposed to be great in life.

But somehow…they are.

He’s less bluster and forced ego and over compensation.

He’s become a scout for his faction.

One of the very best they have due to his speed and size.

He’s become incredible at remaining silent during missions just as he once did in the centers and on the streets.

He’s learned to stop broadcasting his flaws by poorly painted confidence and actually excel where he can.

It sucks that he doesn’t have all the good qualities his teammates do but he must have something good if he’s the best scout and Prowl has optics on him.

The ninja bot began courting him in his own strange way that Bee accepted on accident.

They both knew this and yet Bee didn’t refuse any of the mechs gestures, words, gifts or time.

Prowl left him notes reminding him to fuel and to put a pillow on his back while streaming.

The mech would place his servo on his lower back and whisper comforts or reminders into his audial when no one was looking or they were alone in passing.

Simple gifts like cute themes to match his gaming setup. He was a sucker for chibi knickknacks and mini pillows to put on his berth. A little secret between the two that all but one came from Prowl.

The mech was careful and strategic yet natural while courting Bee but all Bee had to offer was spending time with Prowl and gifting him plants to his growing garden.

Bee would sit silently with audial jammers on to listen to music and game while Prowl meditated beside him.

He would join Prowl in the fueler and cook for him.

He learned early on how to make anything taste good since he had no choice but to consume lower dregs most didn’t like.

Bee had no family to greet or welcome Prowl into and he had nothing fancy or expensive to give Prowl.

All he had was his spot on the team, his title as best scout and being able to finally sit still and not yap Prowls audial off.

He figured thats what Prowl wanted but he was yet again wrong.

Prowl didn’t want him to change unless its what Bee himself wanted.

He didn’t want a quieter partner nor just a berth warmer.

He wanted a conjunx.

He wanted Bee.

And who was Bee to say no to one of the few good things in his life?

He wasn’t.

He was simply B from the 127th slum on Cybertron that no longer existed.

A bot who became one of the best scouts his faction had seen and a mech who was under team Prime and helped Optimus Prime on Earth end the war.

…

But at night, at home, in berth, the kitchen, laid back in the oil tubs or relaxing in his gaming chair…

He was Bee.

Prowls little dancing Bee.

#prowlbee #prowl #bumblebee #transformers #prowl x bumblebee #tfa #animated bumblebee #animated prowl #tf animated #transformers animated

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canary-curse-57 · 9 days ago

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Hellooooo everybody, it’s CC back again with my favorite pastime:

ANALYZING JIMMY SOLIDARTIYGAMING’S (WILD LIFE) DEATHS

In this post, I talked about why I thought he could win the life series, and I analyzed his deaths from every series (excluding Real Life and Wild Life) (THIS HAS SOMEHOW MANAGED TO BE ALMOST AS LONG AS THAT ONE). Now that Wild Life has been over for a while, however, I’ve decided to analyze his deaths from Wild Life, as there’s one in particular that completely doesn’t fit in any previous categorization I had.

As a quick recap, my previous categorization system consisted of Bad Luck, Silly Decision, and Accident. One death could be more than one category at the same time. If you have any questions, feel free to leave a comment/ask!! I love yapping about the life series :D

Anyways, let’s get into it!!!

First death - Creeper - Bad Luck/Silly Decision:

This is one of a handful of deaths that he’s had over the course of the series that I genuinely think could potentially fit in all 3 categories, but I ultimately feel like leaving off Accident because it doesn’t fit quite well enough. Either way, this is one of many incredible examples of Jimmy Solidarity’s Unbelievably Bad Luck. I mean, to have not just one, but TWO creepers sneak up on you from completely opposite directions while you’re trying to fight a zombie is just INSANELY Bad Luck!!!!

So while Bad Luck is easily the primary category here, I’m also including Silly Decision because I am of the firm belief that going ANYWHERE on your own at night is not the best choice, and doing so has gotten Jimmy killed/knocked out of previous series before (For example: his death to the enderman at the end of Double Life) so he really should’ve started avoiding this type of situation a while ago.

Second death - Creeper - Accident/Silly Decision/Bad Luck:

What’s this? Our first triple category death? A shocker, I know, and I’m honestly not entirely confident in it. Here are my reasonings anyways:

Accident is quite simple, really: Jimmy accidentally misses his second hit on the creeper that kills him. If you slow down the video, you can see that the second time he engages with the creeper, he swings his sword at the creeper three times, landing the first hit, missing the second, and seemingly hitting the third. However, the fact that he misses his second hit means that the creeper doesn’t die, and still has enough HP to explode and kill Jimmy. There is also an element of Bad Luck at play in this specific moment too.

Silly Decision honestly comes from what he was doing before this death: messing around and letting three whole creepers explode in front of him, blocking the explosions with his shield. Doing so is a little bit of a Silly Decision, one that Lizzie even reprimands him for, although I feel like transferring from that method of killing creepers to actually hitting them to kill them may have caused him to somehow let his guard down. (This, too, feels a little like Bad Luck, but in the specific way of the universe not taking kindly to him messing around)

Again, this is one I'm a little shaky on, so I might edit/change this up in the future.

Third death - Snail - Accident/Silly Decision:

For the most part, this is an accident, pure and simple. Jimmy didn’t know the snail would kill him, he got a bit too close to it, and whoops, there he goes! However, I’m still adding a small amount of Silly Decision to this, because I personally feel like getting close to what is clearly the wildcard is a biiiit of a risky move, especially when you don’t know what it is/what it does yet.

Fourth death - Snail - Silly Decision:

Jimmy knew the snail kills you the moment you touch it/it touches you, and yet he still decided to try and get incredibly close to it and get it to lunge at him. Silly Decision to the max /pos

Fifth death - Creeper - Bad Luck/Accident:

Damn, I always forget about just how rough of an episode this was for him!!! He dies four whole times in the span of ~7 minutes of video time. That’s almost one death every two minutes what on EARTH. I also very fondly remember this session being released the week after I posted my original analysis post about why I think he could win the life series someday. Absolutely hilarious timing to me lfhwejkfhwjkefhwjkhf

ANYWAYS, analysis time!!

This is a lovely lovely example of Jimmy’s Bad Luck creating absolutely hilarious moments/the universe deciding it hates him! Oh, you want to talk to the only other yellow on the server about how it stinks to be yellow? Creeper from behind!!

I’m only adding an Accident classification in here because I watched this moment from Skizz’s POV, and he had enough time to warn Jimmy had he noticed the creeper, so I feel it gets a slight Accident rating.

Sixth death - Dripstone - Accident:

Aaaaand here we have it folks: the death that could’ve taken Jimmy out of the series if not for Ren sacrificing himself in episode 3!! The craziest thing about this death is that it’s an accident, plain and simple. Martyn didn’t think there was really a trap, mined the block for funzies, and caused Jimmy to plummet to his death. Could you imagine if that was somehow the way Jimmy went out??? One could make an argument for Bad Luck, but I don’t really feel like it fits.

I also strongly considered adding a Silly Decision to this one. I mean really, who stands on top of their own trap?? There’s always a chance someone might break it, and in this scenario that chance occurred!! However, in the end I feel like it classifies as more of an accident, because really, this one’s entirely on Martyn.

Seventh death - Falling/Ravager - Bad Luck:

Ah, yet another death that I briefly considered adding Silly Decision to. I ultimately decided that it didn’t fit at all; after all, no one had any clue what could happen if you got the answer wrong at this point, so really you weren’t sure how careful you needed to be around Trivia Bots. That being said, going up into the tower miiiiight’ve not been the best choice, but ah well.

This death really felt like it was mostly Bad Luck to me because Jimmy really should’ve survived the fall!! Had it not been for his ender pearl hitting Martyn & the tree being right beneath him, I firmly believe he would’ve either teleported away safely or managed to hit a water bucket clutch (he got the water down right before he landed, it just didn’t save him because leaves (leafs?) waterlog)

Eight death - Snail - Accident/Bad Luck/I don’t even know dude this death made me lose it:

This death was quite possibly the most PAINFUL DEATH I HAVE EVER HAD TO REWATCH EVER. EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!! The fact that he just WALKED into the SNAIL has me LOSING IT like DUDEEEEEE AUGHHHHHHH

Anyways creepers and snails are now tied for Things That Caused The Most Amount of Deaths for Jimmy, with 3 each!!

But yeah. Accident all around, with maybe a smidgen of Bad Luck thrown in there because how.

Ninth death - Bloop (Iron Golem) - Accident/Silly Decision:

Sigh. It wouldn’t be a Jimmy SolidarityGaming Life Series without multiple deaths that hurt your soul /lh

Anyways, yet another Accident. Obviously he didn’t mean to hit Bloop. But ALSO this is VERY MUCH A SILLY DECISION!!! Jimmy. Jimmy why would you try to kidnap an iron golem. Jimmy. Please. You know the universe likes to take the mick out of you dude (no i’m not british idk how else to put it tho 😭). You laughed at Mumbo’s grave and Grian basically made Bloop to be Mumbo cause he was lonely, of course it would go wrong /lh.

Sigh. C’est la vie ig. Anyways, it’s this next death that’s the whole reason why I’m doing this,,,,,,

Final death - Grian/Explosion - ?????????????????:

There is only one other death in the entirety of the life series that I consider to be uncategorizable for Jimmy, and that one was when Tango died while they were soulmates.

So this death? This death is special.

It wasn’t an Accident. Grian had sworn for a long time that he would take Jimmy out of the series. Grian always holds tight to the promise of death. This was intentional. Planned.

It wasn’t Bad Luck. Jimmy wasn’t in the wrong place at the wrong time. He didn’t randomly have tnt spawn around him. This was intentional. Planned.

It wasn’t a Silly Decision. One could argue that it wasn’t one singular Silly Decision that got him to this point, but multiple small ones, stacked up high enough that Grian decided to act. And I could almost bring myself to agree with that, were it not for the fact that people have done worse to each other in this series and been spared. This death was completely out of Jimmy’s hands. It was unexpected. Intentional. Planned.

For the first time, Jimmy was the main target. For the first time, he wasn’t just caught in the crossfire. For the first time, he didn’t instigate right before his death.

For the first time, he was viewed as someone who should be taken down.

Admittedly, it’s quite a stretch to say that Grian viewed him as a threat. I honestly don’t think Jimmy will be viewed as a threat anytime soon. The legacy of the canary curse lingers far too close for now.

But think with me, for just a moment, about what may have been. He was surviving. Others had died to the combinations of wildcards thrown at them, yet Jimmy was surviving. How far could he have made it? How long could he have lasted, had Grian not taken matters into his own hands?

I’m in no way saying that I think this was Jimmy’s best season, or that I think he could’ve won if not for Grian. This was one of the most unluckiest seasons he’s had in a while, and the silly decisions and accidents added on top of that were a recipe for disaster.

But this was the first season where he really truly showed fight. Getting kills, celebrating, gloating; for a moment, he didn’t just survive. He thrived.

If you combined his survivability from the first 5 sessions of Last Life with the killing power he had in Wild Life, I truly think you would have a winner.

So despite the 10 deaths, despite the silly decisions and the laughably bad luck, despite the highest highs and lowest lows, I am not left with a lack of hope for Jimmy.

If anything, this season has just made me believe in him more.

#jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #life series #trafficblr #traffic series #traffic life #wild life smp

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flesh-and-fangs · 3 months ago

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This idea seems so obvious I can't believe nobody else has ever posted about it, and indeed someone may have and I completely forgot and assumed I came up with the idea, but I have not seen any posts about it that I can remember so I will be being the change I wish to see in the world.

Venom forcefemming Eddie completely by accident.

So my mind has been opened to the beautiful universe of Transfem!Eddie by a poll on @/couldtransitionsaveher, and I have been thinking: Venom doesn't understand gender very well if at all. They are made of goo and from a hive mind where physical form is fluid by design and all reproduction is asexual. But they do understand human anatomy and are capable of incredibly precise biological alterations for the sake of healing, like regrowing organs and even filling in the gaps between neurons (in the comics). So consider: Eddie is an egg, and Venom doesn't understand what this means but does understand that their beloved host feels horrible emotions toward their body, specifically those parts most influenced by androgens, and their thoughts always linger on bodily forms brought about by the effects of estrogens. So Venom interprets this as Eddie having some kind of incurable disorder or imbalance in these few steroids, and hey exchanging one for the other is incredibly simple (just one epigenetic tweak!), so obviously Venom should heal this weird problem to improve their body (and to make Eddie happy). And. Well. Venom never felt the need to inform Eddie of the minutiae of the process the other times they've healed their body, and Eddie never asked, so why bother now?

So Eddie definitely has some Very Urgent Questions for Venom when all of a sudden a whole lot of her Idiopathic Malaise starts evaporating and they start growing breasts.

#Forcefem #Symbrock #Veddie #Venom #Transfem Eddie Brock #Transfem!Eddie Brock #Eddie Brock #If someone has already posted this I am so sorry for stealing your idea

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piscespetals · 1 year ago

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summary: in which sevika becomes your roommate. read part three here

content: gay pinning, fluff, smut

word count: 7k

thanks for waiting! i hope you enjoy <3

Chapter Four

By the time Sevika returns, you’ve already showered, painted your nails and returned to bed.

Your body is in a lot of pain, which means that you have to take more time than usual to complete these tasks. It’s when you’re back under your duvet and taking some pain medication that you hear the apartment door open.

There’s shuffling and multiple footsteps, surely from Monica and Sevika. So you crane your neck (which is surprisingly painful) in an attempt to hear them better. But you can't.

A few moments pass of quiet murmuring and then the pair of footsteps sound again. This time they pass by your bedroom. The apartment door opens and closes. And you hear the bolt slide shut.

Your find that your muscles begin to tremble from tensing so much, and your neck holds a dull ache from the way that you're lifting it off of the pillow. You exhale slowly, relaxing into the billows and soft cushioning that your bed provides. Everything will be okay.

You know that Sevika is making her way towards you before it even happens. That pull within you…that incredible burn that won't seem to go away–No matter how much you will it to—only grows stronger. For her.

So when your door knob twists, and the wooden door creaks open, you expect it. She stands there before you, eyes rimmed red and puffy, sniffling quietly with hardened lines almost everywhere on her face. A frown—one simple expression that would probably scare others away—is what you notice the most. A telltale sign of her distress; the ultimate reason for your worry.

Silently, she walks into your room, boots clanking loudly against the floorboards. Her feet drag, as if her conversation with Monica has been the most exhausting activity of the day, despite it only being Noon.

Your duvet not only keeps you warm, but keeps you from getting out of bed. It keeps you from going against your better judgment, and it listens to the ache of your strained muscles from the accident of the previous day.

Sevika still remains in her coat, even though it’s considerably warm in your room. It doesn't seem like she’s given herself much time to get settled, with her boots still on as well as her coat, and her car keys being clutched tightly in her hand.

She sits in your bed with careful consideration, even though the air around her stirs with unease. As if she’s afraid to break your bed—as if she’s afraid to startle you.

Her grey irises watch you just as carefully. They hold the same glimmer as yesterday evening when you found her in the hospital waiting room; the same soul-crushing tenderness.

“Why?” You ask. You wince as you try to sit up against your headboard. That alarms her. “I’m okay,” You reassure. “I’m just…” You wince once more. “A little sore. Nothing the doctor didn't warn me about.”

“Did you take your medication?”

You nod, “A while ago.”

You probably should've taken a heavier dosage, but you know that either way, you’d still feel a little pain.

“Okay,” She nods, accepting your answer with furrowing brows. She swallows thickly, eyes leaving yours and darting towards the covers of your bed. They stay there as she remains deep in thought. You watch silently.

“So,” She continues.

A small smile graces your lips. “So…”

Her tongue darts out and brushes against her lower lip swiftly. You try not to follow the movement too closely, but you’d be silly to act like it doesn’t affect you.

“I broke up with her.”

You give her a small nod. “I heard.”

“She didn’t take it well.”

“I figured.”

Another lapse of silence filters into the conversation.

“You can always talk to me, you know.” You continue to watch her, despite the fact that she’s currently avoiding your gaze. “Even if it may be a hard conversation…I just want you to be comfortable.”

“Hmm.” Sevika seems to be far away–mentally.

You don’t know how to bring her back to the present. Back to you.

“Did you know–” Her voice breaks and eyes dart to you. “I was married at one point.”

Your mind swarms. Suddenly, you're pushed back to last week, when Mel accidentally revealed Sevika’s divorce to you. It was a shocking secret to be told. But you felt guilty being told such a thing. So you desperately tried to store it in a place in your brain where it would be easily forgettable.

Until now.

“What am I saying–Of course you know.” She mumbles. It’s quieter. Almost an afterthought. “Mel called me and explained that she had accidentally told you. At first, I was upset. But I realized that she told…you, of all people. You would understand. You always do.” She presses her left palm into the duvet, leaning nearly all of her weight on it. “So I waited for you.” Her eyes lift to yours. Your breath catches. “...To say something,” She rushes. Oh. Clearing her throat, “I waited for you to bring it up. But you never did.” She looks at you like she’s never seen you before, registering every detail of your face with a sense of wonder. “Why?”

You look back with slight confusion because the answer feels obvious. At least for you it does. “When I find out information like that, I want it to be because you’ve told me. And if it hasn’t come from you, then it's not my place to know.”

“I would have told you–”

“Sev,” Your hand lands on hers. Her skin feels soft underneath yours. “I love learning new things about you because I know how you are. Opening up doesn’t come easy for you. But you’re not entitled to me. So I’m happy to experience whatever parts of yourself that you’re willing to share. And if that means that it takes you a while to tell me things like this,” You shrug, squeezing her hand. “Then it takes you a while. I’m okay with that. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Well, of course you aren’t. You’re bedridden.”

“Oh god.”

She laughs.

Her hand twitches underneath yours, knuckles grazing the inner parts of your palm. “My wife and I were together for 12 years.” She starts again. “We got married young, and for a long while, things were good.” She peers out of your window, her brown study returning. “But we grew up–we changed. She wanted kids and a life outside of my parents house. She didn’t like that we had moved. She didn’t like the town. She missed the city. She missed our old way of things. And my parent’s death…Well, I’ve always believed that it was the beginning of our end. Our trajectory of life stopped coinciding. That made me angry. I had lost my parents. I had lost my current life; the comfort of routines and traditions that I had made. And now I was losing her too. That felt–” Her lips press into a thin line. “I don’t think I had ever felt so hollow before then.”

It’s almost as if the light that consistently hovers above her is now dimmed. You try to imagine a Sevika that isn’t full of life.

A Sevika that doesn’t find even the tiniest bits of happiness in the most mundane activities. A joyless Sevika who doesn’t find humor in your cooking failures and embarrassing childhood stories. A Sevika who you do not know–who is so different from the one that sits before you today. It’s nearly unfathomable.

“I tried to make things right but it just wasn’t working. Living in my parents house was too much. And even more so after the divorce. Too many memories. Too many emotions. The town…Well, there was a reason that I originally moved away from there in the first place. She had moved across the country anyways, and hadn’t looked back after our papers were finalized. I wanted a fresh start too. So I sold my parents' home, packed up and flew back here.”

Somehow, while she was talking, her fingers had become entwined with yours. For a moment, you believe that you feel her pulse. It’s racing.

You feel boneless from the realization.

You want to open your mouth and ask her if she’s alright, but a part of you also doesn't want to push her too quickly.

“When Mel and Alicia told me about you, that you were looking for a roommate,” She wets her lips again. “They had given me all these warnings about you. How particular you are about things. That you’re easily…perturbed. And slightly immature. And a bit odd.”

You scoff, ready to object and fume at the thought of them doing such a thing. But she only regards you with a warm chuckle and smile.

“And,” She adds quickly. “I was a bit thrown off at first. But I also knew that there was a reason they were recommending you to me. And when I met you, it clicked. It just made sense. That feeling of being empty,” Her hands grip yours tighter. “It was gone the first time I saw you. And I’ve just become fuller and fuller and fuller everytime that I'm near you. Everytime that I breathe the same air as you–everyday that passes with you in my life. That's not…that's not normal. It wasn't my normal, at least.”

Something inside of you breaks.

“And the fact that we were becoming friends, and that we lived together?” She continues. “It felt dangerous. Seeing you that much, being near you that much, and wanting to have more of that. While also not not wanting to ruin things…” You can tell that she’s struggling to vocalize her thoughts in a comprehensible manner. It almost feels as if she wants to say so many things at once. “Then I met Monica. And that was good. That was safer. Because she’s great, and I liked her, and she was familiar...You know? Being with her didn't make me want. It didn't fill me up, not like you…And I needed that. I needed…” Her words hang in the air as she tries to reach for a further grasp of her feelings.

“God, am I making any sense?” She turns back to you, eyes completely blown out now. You’ve never seen her so desperate... She doesn't wait for you to answer. “But then I realized that I wasn't being fair to myself. That I couldn't keep restraining myself. And not to say that I was unhappy with Monica. But she wasn't you. It's you that pulls it out of me. That makes me feel. That annoys me like no other yet manages to weave yourself into the innermost parts of myself.”

For a few seconds, the world stops spinning. And you're just a person, who’s staring back at another beautiful person, feeling seen for the first time ever in your life.

Because she gets it.

Because it’s exactly how you’ve felt ever since she came barging into your life.

You want to speak, but your voice is trapped at the back of your throat.

“I don’t expect for you to respond or for anything to change. It’s probably best that things don’t for now.” Her head is shaking, eyes downcast at your entwined hands. “I just wanted to explain it to you.”

And that’s what really cuts through to you.

Sevika isn’t the type of person to be impulsive. In fact, there’s been multiple times when her constant state of contemplation has annoyed you. So this is particularly out of character for her; to break up with Monica out of nowhere and confess said feelings.

You want to welcome it. But she’s right. This can’t happen. Not yet.

You’re smacked again with the reality of today, and you feel as if you’re experiencing a kind of vertigo. Sevika senses it.

Gently, she stands to her feet, careful not to rock your bed unnecessarily.

“You should rest.”

You don’t object. Instead, you nod, wanting to do nothing more than take a nap and hopefully wake up with a lighter weight on your shoulders. Fatigue floods you without warning.

“Okay,” You mumble, allowing your body to snuggle deeper into the blankets.

It’s only when she’s halfway through the door threshold that she pauses, peering at you over her shoulder to say, “If you need anything, I’ll be in the living room.”

The reminder brings you more comfort than you realize. Enough comfort, in fact, that you finally let yourself drift off into a peaceful slumber.

“I’m just glad you weren’t seriously hurt,” Vander mumbles. His voice is muffled as he takes a bite of his steak. He sits in the seat across from you, mouth almost fully covered by the remarkable amount of facial hair he’s managed to grow since you last saw him. But his eyes speak a thousand words. They gleam with a hint of sorrow. And for a few seconds, you watch as they glide over to Sevika, growing even more delicate before returning to you. “You're the only one who laughs at my jokes.”

You smile, swirling your spoon through the contents of food left in your bowl.

Your left leg is draped over your right, which is something that pained you to do a few days ago. You’re glad to finally be able to sit at the dinner table. The bruises from the airbag and seat belt are slowly beginning to heal. And for the first time in three days, you aren’t confined to your bed watching old reruns of The Nanny. The moment you were able to walk across your room without wincing too badly, you asked Sevika to invite Vander and Hazel over for lunch. It would be something to look forward to, since you have yet to be cleared for your return to work. Plus, you really like them.

“Because,” Hazel interjects. “Your jokes are terrible.”

“They’re a little outdated…” He rolls his eyes. “But they-”

“People like them because they’re entirely unfunny.” She continues. “It’s like seeing an ugly sweater and thinking, God. This is so fucking ugly…I love it.”

A belly laugh leaves you. The kind that nearly has you keeling over with a gummy smile.

In doing so, your socked foot accidentally bumps into one of Sevika’s shins. She’s sitting beside you, eating her food quietly with annoyingly perfect table manners. Her cologne wafts towards you for a split second and it’s crisp. And spicy. And enticingly bitter-sweet.

Her chain necklace clashes against the silver pendant that is also hanging from her neck. And her palm settles onto your knee; fingers spreading firmly against the material of your leggings with incredible sensitivity.

“Sorry,” You mumble.

“You’re good.” But her hand doesn’t retract its touch. Instead, her thumb works into the side of your leg, motions circular. You don't think you've ever been so high off of a simple touch.

Even when she pulls away, your fingers hold your spoon with a death grip and your knee tingles.

Later on, when Hazel and Vander are long gone, a sense of comfort washes over you.

Seconds before Sevika begins to wash the dishes, she brings a chair into the kitchen for you to sit in.

“That way, you can annoy me while I clean,” She mumbles, eyes downcast towards the sink. You know that it’s just an excuse for you two to be near each other. You don’t mind.

You observe her in the peaceful hush of the evening. She has an odd habit of insisting to wash the dishes herself, even though the dishwasher works perfectly fine. You usually don’t object, since Sevika always seems to take extra joy in domestic activities. But you don’t believe that you’ve fully appreciated it until now.

She stands over the sink with the sleeves of her flannel shirt rolled up to her elbows. Her hair has gotten longer, practically touching her shoulders now, and a few wispy strands get in the way of her face. She seems entirely pure right then–forehead creasing with effort and lips pursing in concentration. There’s only the sound of the running water and your racing heart. An emotion close to something deeply reverential fills you.

You’re wrapped up in one of her spare quilts that she’s given you. It smells like her. It feels like she couldn’t be any closer to you. And you feel silly for being so moved by a simple gesture. It shouldn’t feel so intimate. It shouldn’t mean so much to you. But it does.

She glances up at you briefly, almost to check as if you’re still there. And when your eyes lock, you tighten your hold on the quilt. She’s caught you staring.

But you don’t think you have the bandwidth to be able to say anything on the matter.

Of course, Sevika has caught you staring at her countless times before.

But for some reason, this time holds meaning. It has weight, and it feels like solid ground has been placed underneath you. The two of you idle that way for a while. Sevika ignores the running water and her soapy hands.

You’re reminded of the moment, days prior, when she sat on your bed and confessed the unfathomable to you:

I’ve just become fuller and fuller and fuller everytime that I'm near you.

That sentence rings through your brain so hard that you feel as if your skull rattles.

It's not until you’re sure every one of your bones will break, when she looks away. She resumes her task of dish cleaning and you hover on your stool, struggling to find something more to say.

Mel shivers besides you, wrapping one of your spare blankets around her tightly as she exhales loudly. The two of you are now outside, right in front of the apartment.

You stand much more still, wrapped in multiple layers and a scarf, and hands warm due to the mittens that Sevika gifted you a while back.

“Is it really necessary to wait for her out here?” Mel grumbles. “I’ll turn into ice soon.”

“She’s just a few minutes away.” You crane your neck to look at her levelly. “I told you to stay inside, Mel.”

“And let you wait out here in the dark by yourself?” She frowns, shivering once more.

The leaves rustle in the howling wind, and the night sky is so black that it almost looks dark blue in the moonlight. It’s getting to the time of year where sunsets are occurring sooner. Days are shortening and the weather is incredibly cold. Usually, you find this season a bit hard to enjoy. But Sevika does a good job of keeping the fireplace lit. She has a special recipe of soup that is always ready if you want some and she keeps the storage closet stocked with clean quilts in case you get cold at night. She looks after you more than you do yourself sometimes.

You’re starting to believe that this time of year isn't so bad after all.

“Do you always wait for her out here?” Mel asks. Her voice has grown quieter; tender. You glance at her out of the corner of your eye and you find that she’s gazing at you inquisitively. There’s something about this question that makes you want to shrink a little.

You don’t have the courage to meet her gaze full-on.

“Only if she needs help carrying things.”

“And…she doesn’t mind?”

“I think it took her by surprise at first. She would insist that I stay inside and that she doesn’t need help. But, I would feel bad and still help. I guess now,” You shrug. “It’s just become…a thing.”

You feel like you’re being interrogated.

Sure, Mel has been over since she moved out. But you guess she’s never visited long enough to really see how you and Sevika live.

It makes you feel anxious. Is there something bizarre about your livelihood now? It’s different from the routines that you and Mel had, but it’s not bad… right? Why does she keep grinning like that?

As if on cue, the blinding bright lights of Sevika’s vehicle appears.

“Finally.” Mel grumbles.

You bite the inside of your cheek, suppressing a smile while the black truck grows near. You squint from the headlights, which Sevika turns off almost immediately. Then you’re walking towards the driver's door.

She grins, per usual, through the tinted window. Her full lips are stretched wide tonight, showing a breathtaking smile, as she opens the door and hops down with ease.

“You’re crazy.” She mutters. But her smile remains. “You didn’t have to wait out here in the cold. You’ll get sick.”

“I’m warm.”

“You’re sniffling.” She sends you a narrow glance as she opens the back door and reaches for her work bag.

“Where’s the food?”

“On the other side. I figured I could grab i–” She pauses as you walk around the vehicle and open the passenger door. Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets.

“You didn’t…”

“I was hoping to surprise you.” She calls.

“You…” Coherent sentences fail to leave your lips as you reach for the oversized paper-brown bag sitting in the seat.

It’s from one of your favorite restaurants, a small shop that usually is open seasonally. You were waiting for it to re-open this year, and have been counting down the days to drive down and place your favorite order. It’s something that you’ve mentioned to Sevika only a few times, but you never thought she would be able to remember it. And with everything that has happened lately, you certainly hadn’t thought that she would go out of her way to find the place.

The truck is too large for you to be able to see her face. So you grab the food and close the door, walking around the front of the truck to see her and Mel talking to each other quietly.

“You didn’t have to get this.” You say, hugging the food to your chest. It’s warm.

Mel whispers something to Sevika as the latter turns back to you. She looks cozy at that moment. Her trench coat is black and she’s wearing a creme beanie, which appears to be keeping her ears warm. You watch as she pushes her tortoiseshell glasses up the bridge of her nose and purses her lips.

Her lips.

They look moisturized. There’s a slight gleam to them, a telltale sign that she’s applied more lip balm, and they seem puffier than normal. As if she’s been chewing on them...

She surveys you from head to toe, zeroing in on the mittens that you’re wearing before she hums underneath her breath.

“I wanted to.” She replies.

Your chest constricts. Your eyelids flutter and a sigh escapes.

Mel clears her throat. “Can you two pause the flirting so we go inside? I’m freezing my ass off!"

She doesn’t wait for a response.

Instead, she snickers at the way your eyes widen before running past you and towards the apartment.

You're bundled up wordlessly on the couch, cookies in hand as you watch Sevika bolt into the living room with a spatula.

Hazel cheers from the recliner, and Vander sits only a few feet away from you. He also stands to his feet, face reddening as his hands clench into fists. All three pairs of eyes are glued to the television screen, and your ears ring once more as your friends let out rounds of applause.

“They're trying for another one?” Sevika asks, voice full of mirth.

Vander doesn't break his gaze away from the screen when he answers, “They have enough time to do it. I wouldn't be surprised!”

It's another football Sunday.

You don't follow sports closely so you can't exactly say that you understand the intricacies of what they're talking about. But you can guess that their team is winning by the ridiculous grin on Sevika’s face. She’s supposed to be making lunch, but she keeps returning from the kitchen to get an update on the score. You think it's a funny sight to see, considering the fact that there's a television in the kitchen where she can watch the game. But it’s probably more enjoyable to be viewing it with everyone else.

“Who’s the goalie again?” You ask, hoping to get a reaction out of Sevika. She doesn't particularly enjoy when you fuck up the football terminology. The first few times it was accidental. Now you just do it because you know it'll get a rise out of her.

“Sweetheart…” She doesn't look at you, turning on her heels to walk back to the kitchen. Despite the pet name, you see the slight shake of her head, and there's also a buried layer of tightness in her voice.

It takes all of your strength to refrain from laughing. “It's only a question!”

“Do you not remember my answer from the last dozen times you’ve asked this?” Her voice reverberates off the kitchen walls and travels to where you are in the living room. Before you can reply, Hazel and Vander jump out of their seat again, this time screeching unbearably loud.

“That was a fucking foul!” Hazel’s eyes are deadly as they glare at the screen. Vander's jaw begins to grind.

You hear the sound of footsteps before Sevika appears again, this time with frazzled eyes and a towel draped over her shoulder.

“What happened?”

You swing your leg at the very last minute, muscles tensing as your eyes widen towards the spill before you. “Shit!”

Then you’re laughing at yourself, nearly causing another spill from your piping hot mug of tea.

“Oh god.” Mel grumbles but you can hear a smile in her tone. “What have you done now?”

Another giggle leaves you. “I can’t walk without spilling apparently.”

Within seconds, Mel is already wiping the tile floor with a clean towel.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” You profess, making your way towards her sitting room. You’re visiting the house that she and Alicia have just recently purchased. It’s a bit ostentatious for your liking. But it’s everything that Mel deserves. A part of you even believes that she’ll forever deserve so much more–an entire kingdom of her own if she truly desires.

“Of course!” She croons. “Every time I help you with your messes.”

“....I wouldn’t say every time.”

Her hand slides to your lower back, guiding you towards the nearest piece of furniture. Even though the accident was a a few weeks ago, she still treats you as if you’re susceptible to breaking at any moment. It’s been a little suffocating. But you’re still grateful for her nonetheless.

“Is that a new sweater?” She asks while you sit down. Your gaze falls to the crew neck that you’re wearing, a strong whiff of cologne filling your nostrils.

“Oh. No.” You tug at the collar. “It's Sev’s.”

Silence looms in the air as you anxiously wait for her response. This is a new development. It's not often that you're walking around with Sevika's articles of clothing.

But Mel’s response never comes. When you peer at her, she regards you with gentle eyes and lips that slowly curve. She says nothing more on the subject.

Instead, she hands you the bowl of fresh soup she’s just made. “It's hot. Be careful.”

Of course you don't listen and burn your tongue upon the first sip.

And, as always, Mel scolds you.

And then she helps you.

You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t stressed out.

Between handling the car repairs from the accident and updating the insurance claim, as well as the weird energy now circling you and Sevika—everything just seems to be a little too much right now.

The first mishap is when Sevika comes home from work to find you with both of your arms hanging in the air, and wax strips attached to your armpits. You usually like to pick up hobbies when you’re stressed out and you’ve always wanted to try waxing. But you hadn’t thoroughly watched the youtube video. So what was originally supposed to be an exciting new activity, quickly became anything but that.

You had been pacing the living room, tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried to work up the courage to pull off the strip. That’s when Sevika unlocks the front door and walks through the threshold, bundled up in layers of clothing as a draft from the chilly evening is brought in with her.

You halt your steps, eyes widening and nose still running.

She blinks back at you, just as bewildered, with lips forming into an 'O' and eyes trailing up and down your physique. “Is everything okay?”

That’s what causes the dam to break; your vision blurs and your chest rises with panic. Then you're crying, “I can’t rip it off!” Your arms raise again, flailing in the air ridiculously as you bring your armpits to the center of her attention.

Her eyebrows lift as realization dawns on her. “Oh,” Is that amusement? Slowly, her lips stretch into a small grin and her eyes begin to sparkle in a way that you usually adore. But not now. Not during an emergency! “Oh, sweetheart.” Her lips press against each other, a poor attempt to hide her mirth, as she kicks the door shut and locks it. Then she’s walking towards you, “Surely, it’s not that bad.”

“It’s awful!” Your eyes start to well again as you gesture towards your pits.

She concedes, gazing at you with an annoying amount of warmth. “Okay, it’s awful.”

You can tell that she’s agreeing with you just to provide comfort. And you hate that it almost works.

“I’ve waited too long, Sev. My skin will rip off!”

She laughs.

Laughs!

You cry harder.

“You’re really,” She inhales deeply, trying to calm her chuckles. “...Quite the thespian.”

“Sevika!”

“Okay, okay. Here,” One of her hands press into the small of your back and guides you towards the nearby couch. “I’ll help. Just breathe.”

Your stress manifests itself in other ways, like when you start bringing home files from your job and reviewing them at night. It’s what you do to keep yourself busy—to keep yourself from hanging around Sevika like a lost puppy every night.

You can tell that she notices it. She stops by your room every once and a while to check on you, and when your replies are uncharacteristically short, she hovers.

She doesn’t truly address it until the fifth night rolls around and you’re holed up in your room again, sitting on your bed with small mountains of paperwork around you. As always, she knocks on the door, you tell her to come in, and she pads into the room with a cup of tea and a snack for you.

When you peer up at her, you notice that she’s wearing one of those cotton t-shirts that always look heavenly on her. Sweatpants hang loosely from her hips, dipping just enough to where you catch a glimpse of her happy trail. And her v-lines are so deep that they’re practically etched into stone. You blink through clouds of brain fog, trying to will yourself to continue breathing. But it’s hard.

“You should take a break,” She mumbles.

Pulling your eyes away from her, you move your paperwork aside, stretching out the sore muscles in your legs. “I’m not, like,” You blink once more. She smells so good. “Overwhelmed or anything.”

Carefully, she places the mug on your nightstand. You watch as her eyes remain downcast. Her hair is freshly washed, slightly damped and tucked behind her ears. The ends are a bit split now, resting ever-so-slightly against the tops of her broad shoulders.

“Here,” She holds out the small ceramic plate towards you. It has a couple of toasted butter croissants. One of your favorites.

Nimbly, you take the plate. Without thinking, you pull your legs to your chest, “You can sit,” And your eyes travel to the spot in your bed where your feet once were. She appraises you for a few seconds, a habit of hers that you’ve grown accustomed to. However, at this moment, it’s difficult to not feel affected by it. It’s difficult to ignore the way that it makes you yearn for so many things.

When she sits down, you notice that it’s much closer than you anticipated.

Then she mutters, “Are you avoiding me?”

So much for beating around the bush.

Something about the way she cuts straight to the point–the way that her gaze has yet to leave you–makes your gut twist. You take this moment as an opportunity to shove a piece of croissant into your mouth.

“Because if you are–” Her right palm presses into the duvet. It’s only inches away from your foot. “If it’s about what I told you last month, then we can just act like that never happened.”

You swallow your mouthful of food, wincing slightly because you failed to chew it completely before doing so. When you glance back up at Sevika, you marvel at the swirl of her irises. She considers you seriously with bated breath.

Then, that’s when you feel it; the sense of complete satisfaction.

Because of her.

A part of you feels silly because how on earth could you run from this? And why would you ever want to avoid this? Avoid her?

There’s an element of stress that you’ve been feeling because this is all new. And it’s scary, and single handedly the reason why she broke up with Monica. But it’s also real and rare and, because of that, something that should absolutely be cherished. Not thrown away.

I’ve just become fuller and fuller and fuller everytime that I'm near you.

Over the course of this past month, those words have repeated so much in your mind that they’re practically tattooed onto your hippocampus. It’s all you’ve been able to think about, even during the shifts at your job. Even during the calls with your insurance company and the repair shop.

Sevika’s voice always manages to sit at the forefront.

The bed squeaks as she leans more weight onto her left hand, an action that allows her to shift closer to you. You rest your plate beside you on a pillow, croissants and hunger now discarded.

“We don’t have to forget it.” You find yourself saying. You think of the countless mornings that she makes you breakfast, and the times that she sits with you in the living room despite her lack of interest in the television programs you pick. You think of the evenings that you stand outside the apartment, waiting for her to arrive home from the store; how she always bears the heaviest grocery loads in spite of your objections.

Shaking your head, you correct yourself. “I don’t want to forget it.”

Your mind travels to all the other moments that you’ve shared with Sevika. The notes that she leaves on the refrigerator, encouraging you to have a good day. And the spare blankets that she always washes for you; in case you become cold during the night.

Then there's the fact that she doesn’t become angry at your music playing in the late hours of the day. And her unwavering forgiveness after everything that happened with Monica; after all the times you’ve tested her patience.

“It’s just that this is so new,” You gesture to the small space between you and her. “And I don’t want to mess it up. And on top of that, I’m trying to navigate everything with the car wreck. It’s just... It’s hard.” Your breathing becomes uneven when you exhale.

“I can help.” She shifts closer. The tips of her fingers nearly brush against your socked foot.

“I can’t ask that of you. It’s my mess.”

“It can be my mess too.” Smiling, she dips her head to level her gaze. Her breath wafts towards you and it smells of peppermint. “I don’t mind.”

“But–”

“It’s not a problem at all for me. Nothing about you is.”

She doesn’t quite touch you, but you don’t know if what she’s doing is much different. With her sitting so close…you’re not sure if it truly matters. You can still feel the heat of her skin radiating off of her, as well as the warmth of her piercing stare. She watches you with eyes that could work out every kink in your body upon a single glance.

“You’re already giving me rides to and from work,” You begin. This is your last try—your final effort to keep her at arms length. “It’s too kind of you, Sev.”

Sevika’s always been the polite one out of you two—that’s not a secret. And it’s even been joked about a few times by Mel.

“Why don’t you want me to be here for you?” Her head tilts as she asks this.

You blink, almost perplexed, “Well there has to be an expiration date at some point, right?”

Her response is slow. “...I’m not following.”

“For you to always be so acquiescent,” You rub your palms against the top of your thighs. “Even when I have nothing to give you in return. It doesn't make sense. There has to be a point where you won't feel so obliged anymore. An expiration date—” Your rambling halts when her hand wraps around your ankle. Gently, she presses her thumb against the base of your shin, then she works into your skin. A delicate massage.

Slowly, she tugs. You allow your leg to be pulled towards her. Pretty soon, your other leg follows and she readjusts herself, so that the back of your thighs are almost resting on her lap. She's close. Really close.

Even though your heart is racing, out of mere instinct your hands stretch towards her.

“An expiration date will happen at some point and you won't want this. You won't want…me. And that's okay. Really. It’s—”

“Not possible.” When she smiles, you fall apart. It's the worst kind of heartbreak; the kind that’s painstakingly beautiful.

One of her hands continue to drape over your thighs, holding you in her lap as if you’re something to revere. Her other hand settles on top of your restless fingers, which happen to be kneading the hem of her shirt. She halts your fidgeting with a small squeeze.

“That’s not possible,” She echoes, this time a little quieter.

Her pupils are dilated with a fixed gaze, zeroing in on your nose. Then your lips. Oh.

As time passes, you try to swallow but you can't.

Out of complete desire, you reach up and allow your fingertips to brush against the warmth of her skin. She watches you cautiously, almost alarmed, because you’ve never done anything like this before. Your knuckles graze alongside the sharpness of her cheekbones. With bated breath, she waits. Waits and waits and waits while you feel every inch of her skin.

It's unknown territory that you've stepped into. Yet it feels entirely natural all the same.

Your lips part when she leans in, and another cloud of her scent wafts around you. It soothes you and that fullness inside of you peaks to the highest of heights. It bursts, creating an impactful explosion—so much so that you can no longer hold yourself back.

You swallow, finally, and lean forward too. It feels like too much time has passed when you close the distance. Her breathing stutters, eyes remaining on your lips before they flutter shut within the millisecond that she meets you.

Then, all at once, you feel your skin buzz. You hear the soaring of your heart when it shoots high up into the sky. You taste the sweetness of her lips and the warmth of her breath. It's good. Too good.

When she moans, the sound vibrates into you. It zooms past the thudding of your heart, through the walls of your veins and soles of your feet. Your body reacts and you angle closer to her immediately.

She pulls you into her lap with ease. Because that's how it always is with Sevika: easy. Kissing her is innate and you start to question how you’ve denied yourself such a privilege all this time.

Sevika with her soft skin and shining grey eyes and warm smiles. This is her in front of you, kissing you back and accepting all that you're giving her without question. Without hesitation.

This is real.

You press into her again as your arms lock around her shoulders. Another moan leaves her.

This is definitely real.

It's not until your pulling away for air when you allow your eyes to open.

The room is practically spinning. Oh god.

She nips at your neck while her hands find solace underneath your shirt. Her palms are flat against your lower back and fingers spread. And when something soft escapes your throat, her lips curve into a smile. She helps you sink lower into her lap—you're practically humping her now—with a grip that is both heady and encouraging.

“You can have me,” She says, her breath hot against your skin.

You blink slowly, scrambling to keep up with the sound of her voice.

You're slow to reply, so she pulls you two apart, just so that she can look directly at you. Her forefinger brushes against the tip of your chin, eyes locking with yours, and expression full of intent.

“Anything you want,” She mutters. It's hard to not become distracted by her lips; they're puffier than usual from the kissing. “Just say the words and I’ll give it to you.”

You're not sure why it happens at this exact moment, but your muscles lock up. Your vision starts to blur as you peer at her with swimming orbs, hands gripping her shoulders shakily.

Shit. You're definitely in too deep now...

"That's dangerous.”

She watches you for a few moments longer. Then, “How so?”

“Because I’ll want all of you.” A tear trickles down your cheek. Your cards are now laid out on the table.

“Then have all of me.”

Your hand curls around the back of her neck when she kisses your cheek—right where your tear is.

“Just take it. All of it,” She whispers. Another kiss, this time it lingers longer. “I'm yours to have anyways.”

That breaks you. Truly breaks you.

It’s hard to wrap your brain around how serious she is. But you start to believe her when her fingers push into you for the first time, eliciting a whimper from your lips. And as her fingers reach deeper and deeper, she swallows every sound you make with visceral pleasure. It satisfies her beyond anything famothable, to work into you and watch you unfold before her. Knowing that such a thing pleases her is what drives you mad.

It’s what has you crying please, please, please when she thrusts into you, watching you thank whatever God can hear you.

Then she begins to tell you that you can let go, and that you’re doing so good.

Because, you're really fucking special, and she wants you to know that. To feel that.

Because she needs you to know that. She needs this and she needs you. She will never stop needing you.

Because, God, you're so fucking perfect.

And when you’re cresting with tears rolling down your cheeks, blubbering about her having your heart and that she’s it for you—because you're certain there’ll never be anyone else—

She’s nodding, starry eyed and wanting, whispering, IknowIknowIknow as each thrust is fucked into you with delicious fervor.

Because, you're it for her too.

And she doesn't mind helping you realize that. Even if you demand that she drills it into you for the rest of the night.

#piscespetals writing #au writing #sevika #sevika x reader #arcane au #fanfic #arcane netflix #fluff #arcane women #smut is always a challenge for me to write but here's my rendition of it i suppose #there'll be more of in the chapter five #roommate!sevika #sevika writing #sevika pls marry me

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When You Share A Birthday With Them (Heartslabyul and Scarabia)

The gift you give them: a handmade scrapbook

Word Count: 11k+

Warning: Reader is female

Since it’s my birthday, let me give you guys a gift 🥰

ACE TRAPPOLA

Honestly, Ace didn't want a party - he wanted to spend the entire day glued to your side and being the only one to bask in your company.

No annoying Grim, no pesky Loosey-Deucey, no stupid schoolmates tripping over themselves to get a morsel of your attention

Just him, you and hours of alone time

He both loved and hated that you were the most sought after student in the entirety of NRC (and RSA, if some rumours were to be believed)

Loved because, well, why not? You were the most gorgeous angelic being he had ever laid his eyes on. Every time he saw you passing by, he swore he could feel time slow down and see ethereal light illuminating your face. It took two days of quickening heartbeats, sweaty palms and laboured breaths for him to finally come to terms with his infatuation. And when he realised that he fell for you, he realised hard.

Suddenly everything he did, he did for you. Every stray touch or ‘friendly’ arm around your shoulder was so that he could soak as much of your skinship as he could. Every game of basketball was so that he could see you cheering for him. Every task he completed, no matter how big or small - be it painting roses, studying for exams or simple chores - he did to earn your praise. Your presence was a drug and he was shamelessly addicted - your intoxicating smiles gave him a rush that was so much more sweeter than when he scored a perfect hoop.

Hated because well, even if you were dating, you still had a multitude of friends that were completely whipped for you (he was more than comfortably certain that if he were to pass on in a tragic accident, the entire student body of NRC would attend his funeral with a sign saying ‘y/n’s second boyfriend’ hanging around their necks and use his eulogy as an opportunity to hit on you) and he knows because he’s been there. He remembers the time when having you in his arms was just one of the many daydreams that you starred in, when he was the one who did everything he could so that you would spend more time with him, even if for a few more minutes. He knows that there are plenty of students who are smarter, richer, more handsome, who could whisk you away into a fairytale romance and leave him freezing and aching in the shadows. Now that he’s got you, he doesn’t think he could ever let you go.

Not to mention, ever since the two of you had made your relationship known to the public (and by ‘the two of you’, he means ‘he stormed into the crowded cafeteria right after you accepted his confession, slammed the doors against the walls and loudly proclaimed that “Y/N L/N IS MY GIRLFRIEND!” before immediately getting scolded by Riddle’) Professors Crewel and Trein have been on his case. He swears, he can feel Lucius giving him the stink-eye during class.

But now - now that you revealed this sweet, sweet bit of info - he felt like he was on cloud nine yet again.

What other evidence could there be to prove that you are the perfect one for him? What other reason could there be to show how incredibly matched the two of you are than the fact that you were born on the exact same day?

Now he finally, finally has a reason to have you all for himself.

Of course, he knows that with the many friends you have around campus, locking the two of you up in your bedroom in Ramshackle for the next twenty-four hours is kind of unreasonable

But that doesn’t mean he won’t make this day special for the two of you.

First of all, he’s sleeping over.

Texting each other birthday wishes at midnight? Psssh lame

Lying down next to each other on your bed and whispering ‘happy birthday’ to each other the second the clock turns twelve, moonlight splashing a supernatural glow onto your faces under the cover of darkness, whilst Grim is snoozing away on his little cat bed? Hell yeah

Instead of birthday beats, the two of you commemorate the start of your mutual birthday by giving each other the appropriate number of birthday kisses.

You start by pressing small, yet slow kisses across his jawline. Then you make your way up his cheeks, on his glabella, down the slope of his nose and right in the middle of its bridge. With every kiss, he makes soft whimpering noises as his chest rises and falls with every deep inhale. He makes a slight keening sound from the back of his throat when you place your second to last peck right on the corner of his mouth, so close yet so far from where he wants you. Then, you decide to stop torturing him and you press your lips against his. He angles his head and places one his hands on the back of yours so that he can

Ace gives you a boyish grin when you pull away, “my turn.”

“Wha-ACE!” you whisper-yell in surprise as he flips you over so that your back unceremoniously hits the mattress and places his hands on either side of your head so that he can cage you.

He gives you a smile that Che’nya would be proud of when he leans in, “I hope that you’re aware, Y/N, I’m planning to reclaim every kiss you withheld from me.” And he surges in, grabbing the sides of your face in a gentle way that does nothing to resemble the ferocious onslaught of his lips against yours. Every breath is taken right from your lungs as you find yourself sinking into the warm feeling of his affection rushing through every vessel in your body. He pulls back the moment the your head gets fuzzy from the lack of oxygen and stares at your flustered, heaving self before immediately diving back in for more and he does so again and again and again until he’s completed his side of the birthday kisses.

When the both of you are left panting for breath, he uses his thumb from one of the hands still cradling your face to rub gently against your cheek. Even in the darkness of the witching hour, you could see the clear unabashed adoration that gleamed in his eyes when he whispered, “Sevens, Y/N, I love you so much it's crazy. I swear, you taste better than any cherry pie I’ve ever had.”

(“I don’t suppose you want another kiss for luck?” he smirks at you and wiggles his eyebrows. You didn’t have the energy to throw a pillow at his head but you did give him a glare that was able to make him say “kidding, kidding” before gathering you up in his arms and hooking his chin over your head, finding comfort in the way his body was able to wrap around yours.)

The both of you fall asleep in each other’s embrace, blissfully drifting off-

Until Grim wakes the both of you up by jumping onto your slumbering bodies until you agreed to give him his tuna

After changing into your respective uniforms, the two of you share breakfast at the Ramshackle dining table until you hear Deuce knocking on your front door, causing Ace to groan as he’s reminded that he does have to share you with the rest of the school

Before the two of you leave, Ace pins on a rosette with the words ‘BIRTHDAY GIRL’ in big glittery block letters onto your blazer and you do the same to his (with his rosette having the words ‘BIRTHDAY BOY’ printed on), pecking him on the lips once you’re done.

The two of you make your way to Heartslabyul where you’re both greeted by numerous card soldiers

As per the rules, Riddle hosts a birthday party instead of the usual unbirthday

You and Ace are given the seats of honour beside Riddle’s throne, with Trey placing a beautiful layered cake in front of you - it’s tiers a mix of both your boyfriend and yours aesthetics

Right after the dorm sings ‘happy birthday’ the two of you happily blow out the candles in unison and then share a birthday smooch ♡

“Wow,” Ace mutters, as Trey and Cater try to prevent a red-faced Riddle from either blowing up, having an aneurysm or passing out, “that wish sure works fast.”

You bet that he’s going to be flaunting you around the school, showing off to anyone and everyone how the two of you have the same birthday

The two of you end the day cuddled up under a blanket/pillow fort where you decide to exchange your personal gifts to each other

You both got so many gifts from everyone else that you thought that it would be better and more intimate if you gave your own gifts to each other when you were alone

So the two of you set the whole scene in the living room: you grabbed chairs from the dining table, a few pillows and blankets, filled Grim’s stomach with tuna and sent him upstairs to sleep and lit a few candles for ambiance

Ace went first by giving you a box that looked neatly wrapped in paper that was patterned with playing cards on first glance but upon closer inspection, you could see the hints of untidiness with slight tears, uneven sides and a bit of generosity when applying the sellotape. It was obvious that he did try his best to make it look nice for you - even if the metallic silver stick-on star bow looked like it was three seconds away from falling off

You gently open up your gift to find a necklace with a metallic heart that had a large letter ‘A’ engraved on it

He of course had to do the thing where he puts it on you from behind and then presses kisses up your neck and around the space behind your ear

When you pull away and push his face away he makes a disappointed sound, looking at you like a kicked puppy and you have to remind him that you have a gift for him to

“Can’t us making out be your gift?” he pouts despondently as you move away from him to grab your gift bag.

He does take it from you with enthusiasm, though

When he reaches in and then takes out a book, he gives you a raised eyebrow before looking at the cover, which consisted of a picture of the two of you and the words “To the Ace of my heart, Love Y/N”

He flicks it open to find that every page has been filled with pictures of the two of you, cute and funny annotations of said pictures, adorable doodles and little love notes that were filled with your praise

‘Look! It’s you during a flying lesson. Have I ever told you how attractive you look when you're smiling and the wind blows through your hair like that? Well, you do - your smile always looks attractive. I can never get enough of it 😊’, ‘Remember this? This was the day you dedicated a hoop to me during one of the practice matches at your club. You may have completely miss-aimed your shot and lost the game but you’ll always be the ace of the team to me. And before you say anything I’ve dedicated a two page spread on your winning shots later in this book so you don’t have to get huffy about this one picture’, ‘look! It’s the love of my life 😊❤️’

As he was thumbing through the pages, he soaked in every handwritten letter that you wrote and - if he was being honest - he spent way more time looking at the photographs with your smiling face than he did of him.

His heart felt lighter than ever and he could feel the tell-tale pricks of overflowing emotion at the back of his eyes

He wordlessly puts the book down at his side - carefully and delicately, like it was made of glass - and then hugged you like there was no tomorrow, the force of his body slamming into yours making you fall backwards onto the floor with his arms still wrapped around you

You could feel his body trembling as he shakily whispers, “I love you so goddamn much, baby.”

He has no idea what he did or which kingdom he saved in a past life for him to be blessed with not only knowing someone like you but for someone as amazing as you to want him and cherish him like you do.

“Thank you for the best birthday of my life. I swear that in the next one and the ones after that, I’m going to knock your socks off. Just wait.”

DEUCE SPADE

When he finds out, he’s the embodiment of *surprised pikachu face*

Then he gets all giddy

Like Ace, he thinks that this is proof that the two of you were made for each other

Mama Spade likes to read romance books and watch romcoms and romantic dramas so he’s definitely is a hopeless romantic

He definitely believes that soulmates are a thing now

How else would you explain that you’re his perfect other half - you’ve travelled across worlds and come from another time, space and universe and yet the two of you have found each other

You bet he’s going to be freaking out about this information with his mother over the phone, a sappy, lovestruck smile etched on his face as he goes on and on about how perfect you are and how much he loves you and that he can’t wait to bring you home to meet her

Anyway, like with Ace, the two of you spend the evening before your shared birthday having a slumber party in Ramshackle, half because Deuce wants to be the first person to wish you on your birthday and half because he wants you to be the first person he sees on his

The both of you treat that day like it’s New Year’s and you wish each other ‘happy birthday’ and start kissing the second the clock hits twelve

First the two of you give each other a tentative peck but once you separate, Deuce looks at you, wide-eyed and completely entranced, before moving forward and claiming your lips again.

You could feel him growing more and more bold as he caresses your cheek and presses his lips against yours in a way that exuded nothing but want

And then you fell asleep whilst cuddling, with Daisy the chick (the cute and fluffy chick squishmallow that the both of you had shared custody over) nestled in between you ♡

The next day, after eating breakfast at Ramshackle (which consisted of you surprising him by making cute omurice designs because that boy deserves to be spoiled), you phone his mother so that she can wish the both of you

The entire time you and her are chatting, he’s just watching you with the biggest heart eyes

“What’s the smile for, handsome?” You ask once the two of you had said goodbye to his mother, taking note of the way the corners of his lips were pulled upwards.

He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, “ha, uh, nothing it’s just that, well, I’m just happy to see the two of you get along, that’s all.”

“That’s good,” you smiled, stepping forward to brush some stray lint off of his blazer and realign his tie, “your happiness makes me happy.”

When you looked back up at his flustered visage, you found yourself staring right at those beautiful cyan eyes you loved to get lost in. You could hear him gulp before you felt that magnetic pull that magically appeared whenever he was in your close proximity and just as you closed your eyes and were about to press your lips together-

“YO PREFECT! JUICE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

Goddamnit Ace.

You have to physically hold back your ruffled boyfriend before he could deck his fellow card soldier

And so the three of you go on your merry way to your classes

You have the usual party at Heartslabyul where he nearly gets into a fistfight with Ace when the redhead wanted to spend more time with you

Trey not only made a birthday cake that’s been decorated with fondant ducklings but he also made baby chick cake pops

We stan the best baker in this house

Afterwards, you spend the day going joyriding on Deuce’s magical wheel, your arms wrapped around his torso and head resting on his upper back so you could hear his quickening heartbeat from beneath his shoulder blades

After you go for a few rounds around the less populated areas of Sage Island, he takes you to a diner where he pays for anything you want for dinner

Then he stops by his dorm to pick up his present and he walks you back to Ramshackle with both of your hands intertwined

When you arrive at your dorm he shyly hands you a gift wrapped box, his eyes trained on the floor

You open it to find a dainty little silvery metallic bracelet with a single black spade charm

If you have pierced ears, he would’ve gotten you spade earrings as well

He hurries to attach it around your wrist when you ask him if he could please put it on you and then brings your inner wrist to his mouth so he could place a kiss right on it

Then you give him a scrapbook that’s filled with photographs of the two of you and little love notes that you’ve written for his eyes only.

‘My handsome man looking stunning in his star sending robes’, ‘Look at my future police officer go! Have I mentioned that you look breathtaking during your club activities. I guess that’s why we’re so perfect together - you love track and field and I love watching you during track and field’, ‘Love, I adore you so much. I can’t wait to meet your mother and thank her for raising the most amazing person with the most beautiful and gentle heart I’ve ever met’

To say that he’s dumbfounded is an understatement. His mouth has gone completely dry and all he can hear past the blood rushing past his ears is the sound of his heart hammering against his ribcage like a drum.

All this time, he’s been trying to atone for his past, to make up for the suffering he put his mother through and become an honour student that she can be proud of. He can never be able to erase the tears that he caused her to shed but he can do his best to make sure that she’ll never cry again but even then, with all of his hard work and determination, he still finds himself falling short - whether it’s getting far too low on a test or getting in trouble with Ace or even having to actually stop himself from flipping his delinquent switch when his violent instincts start to rise (of course, the last one is no problem when it comes to you getting hurt - in that case, his chained delinquent side will come out roaring)

What’s worse is that whenever he finds himself in trouble, he’s filled with the overwhelming guilt of having to drag you down with him

Whenever he holds hands with you he always compares how small yours are compared to his, how they are much more delicate. He knows that you are made of tough stuff - you wouldn’t have survived fighting overblots whilst completely magicless in a world that isn’t your own if you weren’t - but he can’t help seeing how smooth your hands are compared to his rough, calloused ones. Whenever he sees the scars on his fingers, the lasting damage of split knuckles and adrenaline highs, he can’t help but remember the look on his mother’s face when she would notice them the morning after his late nights of bashing faces and breaking noses, of the terror that would fill her eyes whenever she would take in a new bruise.

Sometimes he wonders if he’ll ever come to you and find that expression on your face

He’s brought back to reality when he feels your hand poke his cheek. He starts in surprise and then realises from the confused expression on your face that he hasn’t said a word for a while

“Deuce?” you call to him in that sweet lilt of yours, “are you alright, love?”

You look at him with your unwavering kind-hearted gaze - the same way you always look at him. Even when you found out about his regretful past, you still held his hands with the same gentle care you always do. You’ve never held his actions against him, never treated him as though he was someone you felt threatened by.

(“My protector” is what you call him, “I’m never scared when I’m with you because I know that as long as you’re near, you’ll do your best to keep me safe.”)

When he confessed his sins, you washed away his worries. When he confessed his goals, you gave him your strength.

He placed your gift to the side and then firmly grasped onto your shoulders, looking at you with such firm determination that you start to feel worried, “I love you.”

“Yeah,” you laugh a little awkwardly, still unnerved by how blazing the fire behind his eyes is, “I know tha-”

“No, Y/N, I love you,” he repeated resolutely, “I love you so much it sometimes hurts. Every day I find more and more reasons to fall for you. Every time I look at you I can’t help but see a future with you. I want to take you home to my mum and grandma. I want to wake up every morning and make you breakfast. I want you to be there when I graduate from the police academy. I want to be with you every time you laugh and hold you whenever you cry. Whenever I think about what I want to do whether it’s ten minutes from now or ten years from now, all I can think about is that I want to do it with you.”

Your eyes softened and you gently pried one of his hands off of your shoulder and placed his palm over your cheek so you could nuzzle into it, “I like the sound of that, Deucey.”

He brings your head closer to your chest, “I swear I’ll protect you from anything that comes your way so please keep on relying on me. I’ll become someone you can be proud of.”

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

When he found out, he didn’t really give that much of a reaction

It was more like “ah, I see, you and I share a birthday”

But then, later at night, just as he’s about to go to bed, the thought of the fact that he and his darling rose were born on the same day (even though he’s her senior, what with her being a first year and all) hit him like a freight train

He never had a reason to look forward to his birthdays

Thanks to his mother, they were treated as any other day - with him tirelessly studying in a locked room until his eyes became sore and his hands hurt like hell and his back screamed for relief

If anything his birthdays were one of the worser days, as all they did was remind him of everything he was denied and deprived of

But now, not only was this going to be the first birthday since his overblot where he’s finally reclaiming control of his life and getting the childhood he always dreamed of, but he’s also going to be sharing this day with you

You. Kind, wonderful, breathtaking you. The loveliest flower he had ever laid eyes on.

And for once, he can’t help but feel excited for his birthday since he knows that he’ll be celebrating not only his birth the the birth of the person who held his heart in their hands.

He can’t wait.

Ever the gentleman, he arrives at your dorm and smartly raps his knuckles on the door.

The moment you open the door, he’s immediately blown away by the warm smile you greet him with. You’re even wearing your own version of his dorm’s uniform. He has to take a moment to clear his throat and gather himself before he holds out the bouquet of roses he’s been holding in his arms.

You thank him with a peck to his cheek and invite him inside to share a breakfast of toast and your handmade rose petal jam accompanied with tea and biscuits.

After breakfast he holds out his left elbow so that you could your own elbow with his, and then he escorts you to the Heartslabyul gardens where your joined birthday party is about to start.

The entire way there, he has his head held up with pride at having such a beauty at his side. He’s not unaware to the many many looks you receive from the rest of your peers but everytime he feels the bitter taste of jealousy you always turn to him with a smile, your lovely eyes lighting up with nothing but happiness whenever they meet his and suddenly he feels so giddy that all negative thoughts end up bursting like delicate little soap bubbles.

And having you in his dorm’s colours, with his arm interlinked with yours and it being his birthday that you share whilst you walk along the halls of NRC like the King and Queen of Hearts themselves, why he felt like he could soar above the clouds right there and then with how elated he felt

As the Dorm Leader’s girlfriend you are already regarded as the special guest of honour at every event held at the dorm but since it’s also your birthday you are given the extra special VIP guest of honour treatment.

Cater has his phone out, recording yours and Riddle’s entrance to the party. Riddle pulls out your designated chair, a heart-shaped throne much like his, and, once you're seated and pushed back in, Trey brings out a cushion with a golden tiara that matches his own crown and Riddle himself gently places it on your head and the crowd claps and cheers

The whole event is a very formal high tea with a spread of scones, tarts of every type, an assortment of jams and tiny sandwiches, and a variety of baked goods and finger foods

Trey baked the two of you a tiered strawberry Victoria sponge cake that was decorated with roses

When the time comes for you both to blow out the candles, your hand finds Riddle’s underneath the table. At first he tenses at the contact but he immediately relaxes and intertwines his fingers with yours, giving your hand a slight squeeze in the process. Even though neither of you are looking at each other, you can both tell that the other is smiling

You both drive the knife into the cake together and everyone cheers.

Since you are sitting next to each other, you both eat the slice that the two of you have cut and the subtle intimacy of you sharing the same plate of cake has his heart beating like crazy and his face blossoming with pink

He doesn’t do much to hide that small little smile either

At some point a Heartslabyul student hands you and Riddle microphones so that the both of you give birthday speeches where you both thanked everyone for throwing this party and thanked your friends for being such great friends

Ace, Deuce and a few Heartslabyul first years did tear up when you genuinely and wholeheartedly thanked them for making you feel at home in a world that wasn’t yours and that them inviting you into their dorm made you feel less alone and like you had a family here and it was a one hit k.o

You: I love you guys 🥰

Ace, Deuce and Grim: WE LOVE YOU TOO, Y/N 😭😭😭

YOU used KINDNESS

It was super effective

I hope you know that you have an entire dorm of chaotic card soldiers that would die for you

You and Riddle do say a few sweet words to each other because you both prefer to keep the PDA at a minimum but then once Riddle stops talking he takes your hand and places a gentle kiss on your knuckles right in front of everyone’s salad

The rest of the day is spent with the two of you side by side: taking a stroll around the rose maze, playing a private game of croquet, tending to the Heartslabyul animals and horse riding.

All of which involve Riddle gazing at you endearingly

The two of you have an intimate tea party when the day is done.

Unlike the other ‘intimate’ tea parties you have - all of which are located in a private bandstand in the Heartslabyul gardens - this tea party is truly intimate since Riddle had it specially prepared in his bedroom

He pulled out all the stops with rose petals sprinkled over a luxurious white lacy tablecloth that covered a quaint little table, soft rolled-up cloth napkins that were tied up with a perfectly done red bow placed over the two fine china plates, lit candles and cushioned chairs.

After dinner, the two of you find yourselves reclining next to and embracing each other on his four poster

It’s there where the two of your exchange gifts

Riddle gifted you a custom-made charm bracelet that included little trinkets of a tea cup, a flamingo, a pink and blue hedgehog, a miniature version of his crown, a rose and a heart

He spent the entire time of you carefully unwrapping the pristinely packaged parcel, opening the jewellery box and admiring the bracelet in apprehensive silence as his mind went into a downwards spiral on whether or not you’ll like it

Don’t worry, though, your lips on his cheek and beaming smile of thanks was able to wash all of that away

“Do you like it?” he asks timidly.

“Of course I do,” you answer resolutely, “how could I not love it? It reminds me of you.”

Sevens, you really aren’t good for his heart.

It’s clear that you were incredibly touched by this thoughtful gesture and you hurry to give him your gift

Since your boyfriend is camera shy, instead of giving him a photobook, you hand him a leatherbound journal that has been filled, cover to cover, with pages upon pages of your endless love for him. From three page letters to love notes consisting of five lines, every word you have written is seeping with adoration, the ink on those pages completely pouring with your tender devotion. Not a single space of blankness was left bare as your writings went from corner to corner, making him dizzy at just how much care you had put into this gift

‘To my darling Riddle, falling in love with you has been the most beautiful, most incredibly wonderful unexpected accident that has ever occurred to me...’

‘My dearest Riddle, the sovereign of my heart, I just came back from watching you practice at the Equestrian Club. Did you know that when you smile I feel like I’m basking in the warmth of the sun? I feel like I could gaze upon your happiness for eternity and never once feel tired. How lucky am I to have the most handsome being in all of Twisted Wonderland to call mine…’

‘Riddle, my love, you have one of the kindest and sweetest hearts I have ever met. Your commitment and loyalty to the ones you care for have never once failed to woo me. Everything from your intelligence, your integrity, the softness of your eyes, the euphony of your voice, the gentleness of your touch and the feeling of complete reliability I sense from your presence have captivated me and have done nothing but make me fall for you over and over again - I don’t think that I’ll ever be able to stop…’

He’s only a few pages in and his ears are already burning red, his face a beautiful crimson. His head feels light with the way his mind reels at the onslaught of euphoria.

“Riddle,” you start, growing concerned at the way his body froze and a single tear cascaded down his cheek.

He closes the book and sets it aside on his bedside table, and then, without even a hint of warning, he throws himself at you and wraps his arms around you and buries his face into the crook of your neck. You can feel him shaking, muffled sobs quaking his body as you feel wetness beginning to form at the base of your shoulder.

“Oh darling,” you coo, leaning your own head against his whilst softly and lovingly threading your fingers through his scarlet locks. That soft-hearted, caring gesture only made him squeeze you tighter and for his whimpers to become louder, “I’m sorry, dearest. It wasn’t my intention to make you cry.”

“No,” he pulls back, his wide-eyed watery gaze staring at you with longing, tears streaming down his flustered cheeks. He grips your shoulders tightly, “don’t apologise. Never apologise when you’re with me.”

You hummed in reply and gently wiped away his tears with your thumb, “but still-”

“Wait, Y/N,” he takes a deep, determined breath, “I wish to speak. You are and always will be one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. You’ve ingrained yourself into my heart so deeply that not a second goes by where I don’t feel your presence. When you’re not in my sight, you’re in my thoughts. And when I'm asleep, you’re in my dreams. Whenever we’re apart I’m filled with a yearning that’s part anguish part joy - anguish because the torment I feel when you’re away from me is torture, yet joy because I know the hope I have of when I see you again fills me with the happiness of knowing that I have something to look forward to and someone I can share that happiness with. You broke down every rule I made for myself. You brought light and colour to my cold and monotonous world and for that I can spend a hundred lifetimes thanking you and it wouldn’t even scratch the surface of the gratitude I have for what you’ve done for me. I know that this world isn’t your home, my rose, however, you have become mine. Believe me, I am aware of my faults but Y/N I promise, I will do my best to become someone who is worthy of calling you theirs. So please continue to stay by my side?”

“Riddle,” you smile at him, “there’s no reason for you to ask that of me. I don’t intend on leaving you anytime soon. Or ever, actually.”

With that, Riddle surges forward and claims your lips with his, pressing as deep as he can to show you just how deeply, completely and irrevocably in love he is with you, how you have bewitched him with your very being and have given him everything he’s ever craved for and more, how he wants you more than he wants anything else in the world. The second the two of you part he has you in his embrace yet again, wanting nothing more than to get lost in your touch.

“You have successfully stolen my heart and rule number 23 dictates that one must replace anything that they have stolen. However, I implore you, dearest - please keep my heart for as long as you live because at this point, it rightfully belongs to you.”

CATER DIAMOND

The first thing he did was squeal with absolute delight

“OMG, this is so cray-cray!”

He then immediately tells all of his followers on Magicam, twst!Twitter, twst!Snapchat

#WhenYourGFIsAlsoYourSoulmate #ItsFate #CoupleGoals #CoupleGoalsCouldNever

On the day of your birthdays he’s going all out

He’s documenting/live blogging the entire day on all of his socials

You’re both wearing sashes that have glittery letters spelling ‘BIRTHDAY BOY/GIRL’ on them

When he picks you up he gives you a keychain that has your shared star sign on it because he seems like an astronomy guy to me

The two of you do have a trendy Pinterest-style cake during your birthday party but Trey uses his unique magic on it so Cater doesn’t taste it’s sweetness

He also gets Trey to put on sparkler candles that were the letters ‘C’ and your first name’s initial and a heart as well as two firework candles and he records your reaction to the cake being lit instead of the actual cake because your eyes lighting up were much more beautiful than some dumb candles ♡

(Trey had to have a firm hold on Ace and Deuce’s shoulders to make sure that they don’t do anything stupid near the flames)

After the party he’s taking you out for a walk in the town square so that the two of you can go cafe hopping and so that there can be plenty of photo ops along the way

He pays for everything you order so don’t even think about getting up

Even though he doesn’t like sweets he won’t say no to a few bites of whatever you’re having if you feed him ;)

You two are definitely wearing matching clothes during this date by the way

Then the two of you go back to Ramshackle where you both can canoodle amorously without running the risk of being interrupted by one of his dorm mates

His gift to you is an acrylic stand that resembles an MP3 player. At the top centre was his favourite selfie of the two of you and underneath that picture was the title of yours and Cater’s favourite song.

“Isn’t it totes adorbs?” he chirps as he takes in your awed expression. He points at a small black and white QR code that was placed in a lower corner, “see this? If you scan it on your phone, it takes you to our shared playlist. Awesome, right?”

When you give him your handmade photobook, he has to take a breather when he turns the pages.

Some pictures are the ones that the two of you have taken together whilst others are selfies that you had printed out from his magicam account. It included some photos you had on your personal phone like the ones of him rocking out on his guitar during his club activities or the rare candid photos you took where he wasn’t wearing that happy-go-lucky fake smile and instead showed you the real him that he kept hidden underneath the layers of goofy jokes and playful laughter.

Reading your little comments has him subconsciously giving out an actual genuine soft smile

‘Well if it isn’t my reliable upperclassman, Cay-Cay crushing it on the guitar. Watching you have fun on stage during your concerts always makes me swoon #BFGoals’, ‘You know, I figured out why you’re so perfect for me - diamonds are a girl’s best (boy)friend after all’, ‘Look at my gorgeous bf. Everytime you go #NoFilter I feel like I #WonAtLife’

Oh, Prefect how he adores you. Hasn’t he got such a sweet underclassman?

“Oh, honey,” he sighs, inching closer and closer to you until your lips are millimetres apart, his gaze a mixture of besotted and wanting, “you know just how to make Cay-Cay’s heart go cray-cray.”

“Cater,” you breathed, “you're too close!”

“That's the problem, honey,” he said, pecking your lips, “no matter how close we are (he gave them another peck), I just need to be (and another) closer (and another).”

“What-umph-what are you doing?”

“What do you think? I need to make up for the birthdays I had where I was supposed to be with you.”

TREY CLOVER

First of all: HUSBAND MATERIAL

It probably seems like I don’t like him as much as I do my faves but lads I stan this man so much

I’m just horrible at writing for him

Just - just look at him

His aura is just so domestic and everything about him screams ‘I know how to treat you right’

Plus he’s a baker so you know he smells good

And you know behind that kind, reliable upperclassman ‘only-sane-man’ and ‘single mother of the dorm’ exterior, he’s housing some chaotic stuff

Because 1) it’s always the quiet ones and the ones you least expect and 2) he’s a card soldier and Heartslabyul is one of the most chaotic dorms in NRC

I’m like 110% sure he knows at least 15 different ways of hiding a body

Anyways back to the headcanons

He’s so happy to hear this

To him there’s just something so intimate about sharing such a special day with the girl he loves

The afternoon before your shared birthday the two of you have a baking date where you make your birthday cake - and the other assorted baked goods for your joined birthday party - together

The entire date was so soft and domestic and it felt extra special knowing how important the food you were making

On the day of your birthday, he hands you a little cupcake bouquet

After your birthday party, he takes you to a private area in the Heartslabyul gardens for a picnic

The two of you just lie on the grass and start talking about everything and nothing and basking in each others company in the peace and quiet

He’s reclining against a tree and you are lying on the grass with your head propped up on his comfortable lap, the both of you perfectly content and full after feeding each other finger foods and sharing Trey’s incredible baking

Meanwhile the rest of Heartslabyul is in chaos without their brain cell and impulse control holders

Like red paint is splattered everywhere, Riddle is chasing Ace with a flamingo mallet and Cater is filming it as Deuce is lying in a fetal position on the ground waiting for you to come and pick him up

He gifts you a cute apron that comes in a matching set so that the two of you can wear matching couple aprons when you bake.

He also gives you a wooden spoon that’s been engraved with a cute little message from him

You give him your recent venture into arts and crafts:

A scrapbook that you made that has all of your favourite memories with him, as well as your cheeky little comments

‘Do you know that whenever you roll up your sleeves to start baking, your husband vibes go off the charts?’, ‘No wonder your parents work at a bakery - how else could they have made such a cutie pie’, ‘Hey, remember this? It was that time I joined you and Rook in the Science Club and taught you both how to make elephant’s toothpaste and then you got disappointed because it wasn’t actual toothpaste. I swear I wanted to get down on one knee and propose right there and then.’

The entire time he’s skimming through, he’s just shaking his head and chuckling in amusement

“Thanks, cupcake, I really appreciate it,” he leans over to you and pecks your forehead, “Not as much as I appreciate you, though.”

“Now would you prefer a princess cut or a diamond band?”

(This is so short I feel so guilty for doing this to such a marriage material man but I literally have no idea what to write for him 😭)

KALIM AL-ASIM

Sunshine boy is literally the embodiment of :D when he finds out

His eyes go wide and start sparkling, sparkly flowers start dancing around his head and his sunshine aura quadruples

You tell him at 10:00. By 10:03 everyone in Scarabia knows. By 10:05 everyone in NRC knows.

I’m telling you he’s practically shouting it from the rooftops

He spends the next few days just making it clear that everyone knows that he and his treasure share a birthday

“Professor, Y/N and I have the same birthday, isn’t that great :D”

“I’m aware, Mr Al-Asim, however I believe I asked you to answer question 7.”

“*blissful sigh* It’s like we’re soulmates ( ´ ▽ ` )”

“Heaven’s, I need a drink…”

He wanted to throw a party that very night to celebrate the joyous occasion of him discovering this wondrous news

You were fortunately able to get him to agree to just a two-person dance party in his bedroom with just the two of you

Jamil, who had felt his ‘Kalim is planning another party’ senses tingling, mentally thanked you

But on the actual day though

Oh boy

Sunshine otter boy went all out

Because double birthdays = double party obviously

When you entered Scarabia it looked like the birthday extravaganza of a lifetime

You can see Ace, Deuce and Grim mucking about with some purple peacocks and golden camels from the menagerie that Kalim had brought in before your vision shifted and you found yourself on top of carpet, who happily took you to where Kalim was joyfully waving at people from the top of his elephant.

The two of you start the joined party sitting next to each other during the parade as everyone cheers for the two of you as though you’re the prince and princess of the school

He most probably had a crate full of outfits sent to Ramshackle that morning that were your favourite colours plus some jewellery and sent a note asking you to wear one of them for that night so that the two of you could match

The buffet and dessert tables go on for miles and are packed with mouthwatering food that’s either been handmade by Jamil or by the many many talented personal chefs from the Al-Asim family

The two of you stand in front of a cake that seems to be double your height and the both of you sing happy birthday to each other, gazing into each other's eyes and thumbs rubbing over each others hands, completely oblivious to the rest of the frickin school being in your proximity

After the two of you cut the cake, Kalim happily insists on feeding you the first slice and you joyfully do the same. The lovestruck expressions on both of your faces are the causes for everyone’s happiness (“Dorm leader and the prefect are so perfect together 🥰”), disgust (*cue Ace making vomiting sounds*) and envy (“I want what they have 😭” “*pats back* there, there, Razoul, have another glass of apple juice”).

The two of you are going to be dancing the night away and you can bet that that Kalim got the Light Music Club to perform for this day

And if live music isn’t to your fancy, he managed to find that one Ignihyde student that isn’t a total recluse and convinced him to DJ

At some point he’s going to bring you to the stage and the two of you start singing duets but a few minutes later it just delves into the two of you rambling about who loves who more

“Aww, I love you Kalim.”

“I love you more, Y/N.”

“No way, I love you more.”

“Nu uh, I love you more.”

“Yeah, well, I love the way you always brighten my day when you smile.”

“I love the way your laugh sounds like the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard.”

“I love the way your arms remind me of home and your touch makes my worries disappear.”

“I love how beautiful your heart is.”

“I love how kind your eyes are.”

“I love how you're the first person I think of whenever I wake up.”

“I love how my heart is so full of you I can’t even think about calling it my own.”

“I love the way I fall deeper and deeper for you every day.”

“I love the sound your heart makes when we cuddle.”

“I love the sounds you make when we kiss-”

Guys, Jamil has been banging his head against the wall for the past five minutes you should probably wrap it up

Then Cater has his phone pointed at the both of you and he starts chanting “KISS! KISS! KISS!” until it grows louder and louder and practically everyone is chanting it.

The two of you shrug and happily press your lips together as the crowd cheers and fireworks go off in the background and explode into blooming carnations of colour that fizzle out the words “HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N AND KALIM” there’s another one that had K.A and your initials contained within a dazzling pink heart.

When the two of you separate, Kalim gives you a smile that rivals the sun as he gently cups your face in his hands, causing you to lovingly nuzzle against his palm.

Scarabia Student B: “DO IT AGAIN!”

Later he takes you to a room that you think is a second treasury that the Al-Asims built but then your jaw drops down in shock when Kalim reveals that it’s a room he had built to keep your presents.

“I didn’t know which one to get you,” he explains cheerfully as you stare in awe at the way the room glowed with the reflection of the treasures that were stored inside it, “so I got everything!”

You could only nod dumbly at him, not trusting your voice to squeak or give out from the surprise that flooded your veins.

“But,” he chirps, “there is one thing that I have to show you, wait here”

You watch him as he skips away to grab onto a gilded box before he makes his way towards you and hands it to you, asking you to open it. Once you flip open the lid, you’re greeted by the sight of a half heart, similar to the friendship necklaces that you get in your world only very clearly, much, much more expensive; the golden pendant consisted of an outline of half of a heart that was studded with shimmering rubies. Your hand hovered over it, still in so much astonishment that you didn’t even know if you were worthy of touching something as valuable as it.

“You know,” Kalim’s cheerful voice snapped you out of your wonder, “in the legend of the thief, the sorcerer is guided to the Cave of Wonders by combining two halves of a golden scarab. That’s why I wanted to give you this because I have the other half. So if I ever wanted to combine both halves of the heart to make it whole, I would be guided to a treasure that is worth more than all the riches in the world combined.”

“Kalim…” you whisper, touched beyond belief.

“And,” he rubs his neck, a bit embarrassed, “I also wanted to show you how much you mean to me. I know that sometimes I can be a bit much and I know that I can cause problems but-but you’ve always been right by my side and supported me. You never speak to me like I wouldn’t understand something or dismiss me or push me aside. You make an effort to understand me and include me in things. You always ask me for my opinion even when other people don’t and you never get upset if I don’t do things correctly. You always notice my efforts when I’m trying to be more independent and you always take them seriously. When I make mistakes, you always try to see the good in my intentions before you tell me where I went wrong and-and I love you a lot, I really do, and I want to give you the world because you mean the world to me. I’ve had a lot of birthday celebrations and I’ve been to even more parties but this is my favourite one out of all of them because I get to celebrate the birthday of the one whose smile is my paradise.”

Unable to express just how much he means to you with your limited-at-this-moment vocabulary, you gently put the box down and throw your arms around his neck. He lets out peals of laughter as he wraps his arms around your waist and spins you around. You peck his lips and he sets you down and excitedly asks if he could put on the necklace for you, his eyes shining with hope. After he hooks the necklace around your neck, he turns you around to inspect you with a smile, “I’d say that it suits you but you look much prettier, treasure.”

“Kalim!” You felt your face heat up as he laughed at your cute (in his eyes) expression.

Of course, you end the night going for a magical ride above the clouds and across the stars on Kalim’s magical carpet

He then drops you off back at Ramshackle whilst you are still on Carpet. He hops off first and extends a hand so he can help you ease yourself onto the ground

You then ask him to stay in front of your door for a second before you quickly dash inside and grab the gift you had made for him

With flushed cheeks, you shyly hand him the gift bag, which he happily accepts with a giddy chirp of “thank you, Y/N!”

As he leafs through the pages, his smile becomes wider and wider as he sees the care and effort you put in with the myriad of photographs, cute little commentaries and little doodles you drew on the side

‘Eating date cake with my love! Did you know that everything tastes so much sweeter when you’re with me?’, ‘Look Kalim, it’s you on the drums. You make such beautiful music - I could listen to it forever’, ‘Playing mancala with the sweetest, most adorable boy in all of Twisted Wonderland’

Much like your reaction upon receiving his gift, he engulfed you in a bear hug

“My treasure,” he mumbles, his voice slightly muffled from how his cheek pressed against the crown of your head, “I know that it’s past midnight and that it’s no longer our birthdays but can I spend a few more minutes with you. When we're together time goes too quickly and I love you too much to let you go.”

“It’s alright, Kalim,” you smile and snuggle against him, “you can hug me for as long as you want.”

“In that case,” he tightens his hold on you and kisses your forehead, “can I keep you in my arms forever?”

JAMIL VIPER

Another one that doesn’t show much of an outward reaction

If it were anyone else he would’ve been annoyed

Yet another thing of his that he has to share/give up

But this is you

The coolness of his eyes, the delight of his heart, the balm of his mind

His beautiful, angelic diamond that unfortunately exists among the fools he calls his peers

The only one who he can reveal his true self to and never having to worry about you shunning him or leaving him for Kalim

Or anyone else for that matter

Sometimes it feels like you have your own version of snake whisper with the way you have all of NRC spellbound, him included

Don’t get him wrong, he understands exactly why others would be drawn to you but you accepted his confession not theirs so there’s no need for them to be so eager to do favours for you or look so happy when you thank them and give them your

He’s more than capable of serving you - in fact, he’s the only one worthy of serving you and you’re the only one he likes to serve

Anyway, on the inside he’s really happy that you share a birthday with him

He doesn’t really believe in soulmates or fate but he does like the fact that he shares something important with you that no one else (Kalim) could ever attain

Smug snek boy is smug

His plans were to spend his day doing his duties whilst inviting you to Scarabia so the two of you could eat his handmade meals as he tries and fails to dissuade you from helping him in the kitchen (he admires your competency and efficiency but you are not going to lift a finger on your birthday and no he doesn’t care that it’s his birthday as well - no way is he going to let one of his assorted dorm mates make your meals) and then once he’s triple checked everything the two of you could sneak away to his bedroom and spend some quality time together

But no

Of course that can’t happen

Because Kalim - sweet, sweet Kalim - just had to throw a joint birthday party for his two best friends :D

Because he loves them so much :D

Meaning that he had to spend the entire afternoon and evening sharing you with not only his dorm but all of your friends as well (read practically the entire school)

He swears upon the Seven, if that slimy octopus cozies up to you for a second longer he’s going to have a second overblot

DID ASHENGROTTO JUST KISS YOUR KNUCKLES? WHILST LOOKING RIGHT AT HIM? AND SMIRKING?

Grumpy snek boy is grumpy

Just as he was contemplating using his unique magic on the entire party to make them go away, he felt your hand slip into his and all was right in the world

“Easy love,” your voice held traces of laughter, “your frown lines have frown lines.”

“Am I that obvious?” He already knew the answer to that. His silver tongue and poker face has made him a master of manipulation. It just so happened that you were the only one who could see past his facade - or, to be more realistic, you’d rip off every mask he’d have on with nothing but your bare hands and intelligent yet kind words, making it all too easy to tell when he is wearing one.

“Not at all,” you hum, “I can just tell.”

Oh Sorceror of the Sands, aren’t you incredible

Not a day goes by where he doesn’t admire your strength and resilience

Like him, you’ve been forced into a taxing role you didn’t ask for; having to not only babysit those two dimwitted card soldiers and that crass, gluttonous, troublemaking cat that your so fond of but also having to do the headmaster’s job for him by playing therapist and solving everyone else’s problems despite having plenty of your own

Every wrong done against you, you’ve forgiven - not due to naivety but because of your kind-hearted nature that forces you to see the good in everyone

You’ve come into this world with nothing but disadvantages yet you still end up victorious, making it clear to everyone that you are not someone to be messed with or taken lightly

A lesser person would have crumbled or been eaten alive by the twisted students of this villainous school but not you.

You were more than just a pretty face that spewed out honeyed words, you were an unstoppable force to be reckoned with who could be as endearingly stubborn as you are kind

You didn’t change yourself to fit the situation, you changed the situation to fit you

Unlike him, who had manipulated and used you from the very beginning, you’ve been nothing but honest and genuine to him throughout your entire time here at NRC

And you were the only one who was able to break down his walls and the only person he ever allowed himself to be vulnerable with

Not even his parents or sister have met sides of him that he’s revealed to you

He grasps his hand tightly with yours, “let’s leave.”

“But Jamil, the party-”

“I do not wish to spend another second here, my diamond. I’m sure that the sky won’t fall if we excuse ourselves and obtain the private time we rightfully deserve.”

‘And even if it does, I do not care,’ he mentally adds on as your shoulders sag in agreement and you nod.

Once he has dragged you to his room, he bodily spins you so that your back is pressed flat against the door. Finally, the tenseness leaves his body and he slumps forward, resting his forehead on your shoulder with a deep exhale.

You stroke the back of his head with a comforting smile, “rough day?”

“Exhausting,” he replies, “I don’t know why Kalim insisted on throwing this party. I had explained to him multiple times that such extravagance was unnecessary.” “You know him - this is his way of showing that he cares. Not to mention that your dorm was excited to celebrate with him.”

“Still,” he stands back up at his full height, reaching out one of his hands to cup at your cheek, “all it does is pile more work for me. If they truly wanted me to have a good birthday, they would’ve allowed me to spend it privately with you.”

“I would’ve liked that as well but every time I tried to find you someone would come up and chat with me and I don’t have the heart to dismiss them. I’m sorry if it made you feel like I didn’t want to pay attention to you.”

“Please, I have no need to worry about the insects that swarm around you,” charcoal grey eyes glimmered with mischief, “you and I both know that whatever drop of affection they have for you is nothing compared to the ocean of love I possess.”

You let out an amused huff of laughter at his confidence.

“Although,” he eyes your neck with a smirk and smoothly runs his fingers down the exposed skin of the slope of your neck and your clavicle, “perhaps it might be a good idea to leave a physical reminder to not monopolise time that doesn’t belong to them.”

“Jamil!” you whisper-yell and lamely smack him on the shoulder, cheeks burning at the unsaid implication, “don’t you dare.”

What charming expressions you make. He chuckles at your flustered countenance, “I’m merely suggesting an extra birthday present. Though, I suppose that would be more of a present for me. Speaking of presents, I believe that we have yet to exchange gifts.”

He places a little black cube into your hands, its dimensions small enough to fit snugly in your palm.

Inside it you find a ring made up of a shiny golden snake ring with miniscule, precisely placed diamonds placed on its coils to act as scales and tiny rubies as its eyes

With your permission he takes your hand and gently slides it onto your index finger and then kisses the knuckles of that hand whilst staring right into your eyes

You hand him your gift (which you had already placed in his room when you entered Scarabia, with a large note saying that he’s not allowed to look inside)

Like Riddle, instead of a photo book, you give him a journal filled with love letters and words of praise

‘To the master of my heart, there is never a day that goes by where I am not proud of you. I could spend years singing your praises to the heavens and I still feel like my words would be inadequate. You are a wonder worthy of the highest recognition possible and I am certain that you will receive everything you deserve and more…’

‘To the Sultan of my love, how dare you be so attractive! How dare you! Do you have any idea how hard it is to concentrate when you occupy my thoughts every second of the day? Seriously, how am I expected to learn in class when all I can do is think about how much I love to get lost in those entrancingly beautiful eyes of yours or how much my fingers yearn to rake through your silken hair. That’s not to say that I’m only appreciative of your physical handsomeness - your attractive personality is far more alluring…’

‘To the one who holds my most dearest affections, I’m not saying that I’m with you because of your incredible skills at cooking and kissing but I am saying that you are way too skilled in those areas to be real. I know I always go on about how captivating you are when you’re dancing or playing basketball but you enthrall me even when you do the most mundane things - how is it that you make walking look so pleasing…’

Closing the book, he places it on the floor and then swiftly claims your lips with his, pressing his mouth deeper and deeper against yours until you were left panting

“My diamond,” he whispers, eyes boring into yours and mouth a hair's breadth away from yours, “my love, you mean more to me than anything else this world has to offer. You’re the only being I covet more than my freedom. Travelling the world, power and glory - they all mean nothing if you’re not by my side.”

“You’ve entranced me with your soul much like how the story queen, Scheherazade, captivated her Sultan with her tales. And just like how she brought peace to his enraged and vengeful heart, you’ve rid me of the bitter wrath that polluted mine. When I feel suffocated, you are my air. When my mind is shrouded in darkness, you give me light and no matter how sweltering the sun may be, I will always feel cold without the warmth of your company.”

“If that’s the case, I’ll do my best to make sure you’re never left wanting,” you say.

“Oh my diamond,” Jamil sighs, silently thanking the heavens and every miraculous force that gave him you, “you have created an absence in my heart that only you can fill so please take responsibility and make me yours - both now and in our lives after this.”

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #cater diamond x reader #trey clover x reader #kalim al asim x reader #jamil viper x reader #fem reader

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ithaquasbbg · 1 year ago

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Hi :))) I think I’ll do some more general Headcanons since those did shockingly really well lolll- just a reminder that requests are open! I have a few I need to get to, but I appreciate hearing from everyone.

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Norton Campbell | Prospector / “Fools gold” General relationship Headcanons

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(That title is certainly a lot to read..)

Tw : mentions of nightmares, possessive behavior.

Extra : Some things can be read in a kind of suggestive tone?? That was on accident lol but I left it because it is true 💀I’ve recently been really into Norton and felt like dumping my personal Headcanons here.

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|🩷| Norton has a tendency to be a hot and cold type of lover. One moment he can be his normal self, and the next he’s mad at the world and pushing himself away from you.

|🩷| Of course, he’ll make up for those moments when he isolates himself, or at least attempt to. With Norton, you need to be patient and show him that he won’t scare you away.

|🩷| In his normal form he can be slightly possessive but wouldn’t act out on it too much if at all. He’ll exchange harsh glares with the person he suspects has any intentions of either stealing you from him, or of harming you.

|🩷| As fools gold though… he’s much more willing to get involved and use physical measures to keep others from messing around with you. Though he is quite intimidating, so his typical glares would likely do the trick most of the time

|🩷| In either form, he’s incredibly protective of you and couldn’t imagine what would happen if you were to get seriously hurt. How they would react is different, with nortons normal self hyperfixating on your health and getting you better. His other side however would likely take care of you first, but there’s no question the person who hurt you would be roughed up quite badly.

|🩷| In terms of physical preferences in his partners- I don’t see Norton as somebody who would be terribly picky. Though, if there was one thing he would have a preference for, it would probably be eyes. If they’re striking, they’ve caught his attention.

|🩷| When it comes to his love language in a receiving type of way, he’d likely be most comfortable with words of affirmation. Reassurance that you still love him despite all his imperfections is something that comforts him and makes him swoon all the more at the same time.

|🩷| In terms of giving, Norton would be super interested in physical touch, even if it’s small. Part of it is reassurance for himself that you’re with him, but another part is the rush he feels when he gets to hold you. Things like hand holding are present almost all the time, sometimes in a more possessive type of way.

|🩷| When it comes to PDA- Norton isn’t the most reserved in the manor but he’s also not the most showy. It depends on his state day to day just how showy he is, but usually it only includes hand holding and an occasional quick kiss or two

|🩷| Big. Spoon. He loves holding you close to him and knowing that you’re safe in his arms. (And In a sense.. he likely also enjoys knowing that he’s the one in control while he’s holding you ☺️)

|🩷| His favorite nickname for you is just a simple “Babe”, or sometimes if he’s feeling generous.. “Baby”

|🩷| When you call him things like Handsome, Love, ect, he’d probably take a slight ego boost from it. Expect for him to ask you to repeat it. “Just to make sure” he didn’t mishear what you said. But we all know he just wants to hear you call him Handsome again.

|🩷| Things like “Sweetheart” or returning the “Baby” nickname would probably get him blushing and a little embarrassed, those are his names for you, not the other way around! Though despite his attitude towards being called these nicknames, he does love to hear you call him all these sweet things.

|🩷| If he has extra clothing to give you, he’d absolutely give you all of it. Seeing you in his clothing gives Norton such a rush that he cannot explain. On this same note, if he could fit into your clothing I doubt he’d be willing to wear it, he prefers to be giving things even if he cannot really afford to buy gifts.

|🩷| Norton does suffer from frequent nightmares remembering his life from before he came to the manor. He tries to hide his weaknesses from everyone, including you, though occasionally his facade slips and he breaks. Just allowing him to cry and hold you as tight as he can is usually greatly appreciated, though he will be embarrassed about the crying part later.

|🩷| He’s not the best at comforting others, but if you had a rough day or two, Norton would definitely try his best to cheer you up at least a little bit. Things like attempting to cook your favorite meal, showering you with extra love and compliments. No matter what headspace he’s in, Norton will always try his best to get a smile on your face. You matter more to him than anything else at the end of the day, and he’ll make sure to protect you.

#idv fandom #idv fanfic #idv headcanons #idv imagines #idv x reader #idv scenarios #idv matchup #norton idv #idv norton #identity v norton #idv fools gold #fools gold idv #fools gold #prospector idv #idv prospector

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thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed · 2 years ago

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Soul Secrets

Word count: 2.9K

Summary: the not so typical soulmate mark AU. You own a bakery, and your mark goes famous without you having no idea why or even who has it.

Warnings: bad writing. That’s it.

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

Started writing this a month and a half ago and finished it now on my laptop, I think it came out good? Idk you guys let me know!

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Having a bakery was by far one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do in your life. You had inherited this shop after your parents died in a tragic accident, and ever since you had been struggling quite a lot. Your shop was famous in Los Angeles, you had a lot of orders from celebrities and famous people, and you had enough money to pay the shop bills and pay for your nice dream house where you lived on your own. You also worked on your own, the shop had always been handled by the family, so you had to keep going on your own. It wasn’t a simple bakery where people come and go just to buy orders, you also offered bar services, where you wold sell donuts, cake pieces and whatever you could come up with.

Your parents always told you ‘when you find your soulmate, you’re gonna work here together and continue the family’s legacy’ and you were always up to that, if it wasn’t for the fact that you had one of the rarest soulmate marks in the whole world. A piece of braided hair on your right collarbone, just under your visible bone. Usually your soulmate mark represents a part of you, a part of your life… but you couldn’t find it a meaning, no matter how hard you tried. You never hid it, but you weren’t trying to show it either, and your friends… well, you didn’t have any. You dedicated yourself to your shop, it was the only thing you had left from your parents and you wanted to make it worth it, you wanted to keep the name high. So you never knew if there were other people around with your same soulmate mark.

On this particular day where the bakery has been less busy than usual, you were turned around listening to some music on the radio and singing along, when the door to the shop opened. “Hello and good afternoon! How can I help you today?” You said turning around and looking at who had just entered, it was a short brunette, shoulder-length hair and chocolate colored eyes, freckles all over her nose and cheeks… she was marvelous. You gulped as you met her eyes, silently gay panicking as you waited for her to speak. She smiled at you before speaking. “Hey there, I would like-“ she stopped when her eyes travelled from yours to your collarbone, where she saw your soulmate mark. Her shoulders slumped, and you gave her a confused look.

“You’re one of those people.” She sighed and looked away. “…what people?” You asked, “yeah I have a rare soulmate mark, is that weird?” You asked her again and she chuckled, was she mad? You didn’t know. She shook her head. “A lot of people had that soulmate mark tattooed because it is incredibly famous. Can’t believe there’s someone that would get to this point just for attentions” she seemed upset, but you weren’t gonna let a complete stranger talk to you like that. “Uhm excuse me? I have no Idea what you’re talking about. I was born with this mark, I’ve had it for as long as I can remember, hell I even have baby pictures of me with it! I don’t have social medias, I don’t go to the movies and I definitely don’t know why it even is famous. If you came here just to talk to me like that, then there’s the door, turn around and leave”

You pointed to the door, and the girl in front of you, who didn’t even introduce herself, looked at the door before moving to sit down at one of the tables, waiting for you to go get her order. You sighed and shook your head, you were about to close up actually because it was closing time, but something inside of you told you not to. Something inside of you told you to wait, get her order, her name and just get to know her. So you finished up what you were doing, and headed towards her, to take her order. “Sorry about… that. I just don’t like when people talk to me like they know me or they have an idea about me” you said and she nodded, seemingly understanding but she seemed distraught. However you didn’t know her, so you couldn’t interrogate her about that. “What can I get for you?” You asked, notepad and pen in hand as you flashed her a smile.

“What have you got? I’ve had a lot of coworkers tell me about this place and how good they eat whenever they come here” she said and that made you smile brightly. “That’s really good to know” you said “uhm, I don’t have anything fresh out of the oven, but if you wait a bit more I’m actually working on a new recipe fresh out of my mind” you said, “that is… if you’re not in a rush” you said and shrugged “isn’t it closing time?” You nodded “yes it is, I can still close and let you stay to try it?” You watched the girl think about it for a moment before she nodded, and you nearly jumped excitedly and went back to the kitchen. To the girl… this was actually really weird. You didn’t know who she was, you didn’t know that she was Jenna Ortega and that she was a famous actress and that she was your soulmate. You didn’t know that she had the same mark as you and that it was leaked in her new upcoming movie’s trailer.

She wanted to get to know you.

Soon enough you were back at her table, a piece of cake in a plate and the whole dish itself looked amazing. It was perfectly done, perfectly decorated… and she knew that it would taste just the same. Perfect.

And it did, it was perfect. You sat on the chair directly in front of her, watching for any sign of a reaction. The girl let out a grunt/moan of pleasure, and you couldn’t help the smile that forced its way on your mouth. “How is it?” No reply came out of her yet, but she took another bite. “God, this is amazing” she said and kept on eating it “what are the ingredients?” She asked and you smiled “it’s a vegan cake actually. I’ve had people ask me some but I’ve never tried anything, until now.” You said and watched as she went wide eyed “you’re telling me that this is not actually made out of milk and stuff?” She watched as you nodded “damn. You must be a really good chef” she said and smiled “thank you thank you. I uhm… I Don’t think I caught your name?” You said smiling.

“I’m Jenna” she said and held out her hand. “Well nice to meet you Jenna, I’m (Y/N)”

That, is how you met your mother- no wait. That is how you met your soulmate. Only… you didn’t know it was her. The more time passed, the more you two got to know each other and let me tell you, there was a connection that both of you felt immediately. You were just so at ease with each other, you made each other feel safe and happy and it was by far the best you’ve felt after your parents’s death. You had learned about her that she was an actress, that she had a new movie coming out soon and that she was now having a break, just being with her family and making time to relax, coming to your bakery especially at closing time and you let her. You knew how hard it must be being famous, if she ever came during the day she would be surrounded by fans so you let her come past closing time, you closed the shop and let her stay in so she could relax and try your new recipes.

It had now been a couple months and On this other day you had closed the shop, waiting for Jenna as you sat down at her usual table, managing the bills while a new recipe was cooking in the oven when you heard a knock on the door. You smiled brightly when you saw Jenna, unlocking the door to let her inside. She immediately smelled around before sitting down where you were just sitting. “Making me something new?” She asked and you smiled, nodding. “Yep! You seem like the cinnamon kind of girl so I’m making something cinnamon based” you said as you made your way to the kitchen, where a sweet cinnamon cake had just finished getting ready. “You know me well” she giggled and sat down, soon you brought her the sweet before sitting back down in front of her, eyes on the bills again.

“Managing bills?” She asked as she saw you nod and sigh, hands in your hair. “Yeah. I’m not really good at this stuff. It takes me hours and I’m glad I have company now” you said and tapped your pen on the table “don’t you have anyone to help you? Parents, friends, soulmate…” she said as she looked at you “well,” you sighed “parents are dead and I inherited this shop, friends I don’t really have any and soulmate… unknown” you shrugged “soulmate marks usually have a meaning in your life, but what does a piece of braided hair mean? I’ve never even braided my hair!” You chuckled at yourself before going back on your bills. “Random question uh, you remember that I told you I have a movie coming out?” You nodded at her. It was the movie where her mark was leaked, the same mark you had on your collarbone and that you didn’t know she had.

“Do you want to come with me to the premiere?”

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Unlike your expectations you agreed. You were going to a Movie premiere, Jenna’s new movie. You didn’t usually get out of your eyes if not to go open your shop, you didn’t go to the movies as you had no one to go with but now you had her… and it wasn’t just a movie night… it was a freaking premiere. That day Jenna had her stylists and after you were given your dress for the night, make up artists started working on you, and you noticed that the first thing they did was use a really dense and strong foundation to cover your mark. “Why are you covering it?” You asked, looking at the woman holding the sponge. “Trust me, you don’t want anyone to see it” you didn’t know why that would be a problem, so you decided to stay quiet and not argue back. It took them A LOT both to cover the mark and actually apply normal make up, you had a very light skin color so it was hard finding a foundation color that even matched your skin.

When you were all ready and you got out of your apartment, you found a car that was already waiting for you, you were confused at first, but then you remembered Jenna telling you that she would come pick you up, so you quickly got in the car, where you saw her already smiling at you. Your Jaw nearly dropped seeing how pretty she looked, and you could see a small blush forming on her cheeks “you look… gorgeous” you said and took in her appearance and she giggled, gently punching your shoulder “shut up, have you seen yourself?” She said, making you blush “yeah I know I’m very pretty” you smiled and soon enough you had arrived at the premiere. You were about to get off the car when Jenna stopped you. “Wait, did the make up artists cover your mark?” She asked slightly moving your dress away from your shoulder so she could see if it was covered.

“Yeah yeah, they covered it, why is it so important?” Jenna wanted to reply, and you saw her hesitate, her mouth opening and closing continuously before she eventually sighed and shook her head. “Nothing, you’ll see later” you nodded in confusion and got off the car with her, flashes and cameras immediately pointed at the both of you as pictures were being taken. Surprisingly enough, you didn’t mind all this attention. You knew that this would be a great occasion to sponsor your bakery, even though it was already known pretty well. A few of the actors recognized you from your shop and form the TV spot and instagram posts about your bakery, you were more than happy to hear their opinion on your shop and you politely invited them to come over some times to try your specialties for a lower price. You were thriving anyway, so a lower price would mean nothing.

After Jenna was taken A LOT of pictures, it was finally time for you to get into the theatre and actually watch the movie. It started off amazing, Jenna’s acting was fantastic and you were stunned by both her beauty and how good she was at acting. She often turned around to see you with your jaw dropped open at her job, or maybe at how pretty she looked, or maybe both?

However, at one particular point of the movie, Jenna pur her hand on your arm, her eyes not trailing away from the screen. “Here it comes, look look” she said, it was the scene where her soulmate mark was getting revealed. A piece of braided hair on her right collarbone… same as you. As soon as it was revealed, she looked at you, only to see you… asleep. You had fallen asleep, and Jenna didn’t know how to react. You didn’t see her mark, you didn’t know she was your soulmate.

Jenna woke you up at the end of the movie, she didn’t speak a word to you if not just to tell you “we’re leaving” and “get in the car.” Admit it, you were kinda scared and felt like you were a kid who had just gotten in trouble and waiting for your mother to scold you. You didn’t know where you were going but you assumed you were going back to her apartment when she took out the keys to it from her purse. “Jenna, will you tell me what’s going on?” You asked her for the thousand time in 15 minutes. “Will you be quiet for just a minute?” Jenna asked, she was mad, but still being polite. “Are you seriously mad because I fell asleep? Jeez, I was exhausted! It’s not like I decided to fall asleep” you chuckled and didn’t even realize that you had gotten into her apartment.

You tried to complain yet once more after she didn’t give you a reply, but suddenly you were in her arms and you felt her lips on yours, it was all so sudden, so fast. You liked her that way, you really did but she never gave you any sign of liking you back… well, until now. “Jen-“ you said in between kisses, your hands on her waist and you didn’t know if you should bring her closer or push her away, ask her for some kind of explanation. You had questions, you really did and that’s why you pushed her away. “Jen, what’s the meaning of this?” You asked, you were still relatively close and the smell of her perfume was filling your nostrils, “(Y/N)… you’re my soulmate” she nearly whispered, and you looked at her in confusion. “What? But in the movie you had another mark-“ “the movie, (Y/N)” she interrupted you “there was a scene that you didn’t see, because you had fallen asleep, where my real mark was revealed”

You were even more confused now, your thoughts weren’t making any sense, and the only wan that had some was “show me” you said, in a few seconds Jenna took your hand and brought you to her bathroom, she took some lotion and wipes and cleaned the make up away from her collarbone, a piece of braided hair appearing as a soulmate mark. You were shocked, you were processing too many things at once and you were confused, considering that you had woken up not too long before.

“You’re my-“ you gulped. “I’m your…” Jenna giggled and you furrowed your brows. “Yes, we are soulmates” you took a few more seconds to process the new pieve of information, but when you did you walked closer to her, brought her close to you from her hips and pressed your lips against hers, and you felt a really satisfying cry come out from her. You were finally hers… she was finally yours. Nothing else mattered now, just the two of you.

You wished that the kiss could last forever, but eventually air was needed and you pulled away, being just a few inches away from each other you just smiled lovingly. “Why a piece of braided hair, tho?” You asked, your hand gently caressing her cheek. “I didn’t know until a few days before I met you… I got a new role, for a Netflix show” she whispered and looked at you. “And what is it?” You asked her.

“Wednesday Addams”

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fruitytrollroll · 1 year ago

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scratching the walls, running laps, I actually barked out of excitement. ( RUFF, BARK, BARK, RUFF, RUFF, GRRR, GIMME MORE )

Okay okay, one more but that's it, I don't want to spoil anyone's appetite. 😏

u get a pickle cellar excerpt

🥒🪲✨

Prismo leads Scarab to a dim, greenlit cellar, where the air is cool and pleasantly damp. Enormous barrels line the walls, above which are equidistant embedded shelves, packed with orderly lines of gleaming, sealed jars. The faint scent of brine drifts on the air, like Prismo has brought him to a brackish tide cave.

When Scarab had begun his inspection in earnest, he had observed the trash and sundry littered about the Time Room with disdain, and had automatically sneered when he began to imagine how the rest of the Cube might look. But he hadn't expected this.

"Haven't been down here in a while," Prismo idly volunteers, which may go a ways to explaining that discrepancy.

"Is that why it's so much cleaner?" Scarab dryly inquires. He sees no reason to hide his censure.

Prismo smiles sheepishly. "I was about to clean right before you showed up! That's why I closed the doors. Wouldn't wanna sweep any 'shorts' into the bin by accident." He laughs unconvincingly.

The reminder of Prismo's strange verbal slip earlier only serves to convince Scarab of the necessity of this inspection.

"Go on, then," Scarab invites with a gesture of eloquence. "Regale me with your process."

For the first time since Scarab arrived, Prismo actually looks somewhat enthused--though it's a far cry from his usual energy. He must be incredibly hungover.

"Okay, so the cool thing about pickling is that it's totally shelf-stable..."

"... And the longer you wait to eat them, the better they taste!"

Scarab hums, lifting one of the jars and examining it under the acidic lights. "I was under the impression that time didn't move forward, as such, in the Time Room."

"Right?" Prismo gushes. "Just a little trick I figured out."

"Do tell," Scarab says, interested despite himself. As frivolous a pastime as this is for the guardian of the entire multiverse's continuity and continued stability, Scarab is aware that sometimes turning one's powers to unexpected purpose can yield discoveries which lend one greater control of over those powers, and greater flexibility in their use. Perhaps that is the appeal of having a hobby, he muses.

And if he is to one day be Wishmaster, then hearing Prismo opine on the nature of his powers will ensure Scarab is adequately prepared to do the job more justice than Prismo ever did.

"As Wishmaster," Prismo ostentatiously begins, "I basically have control over every dimension in the Time Room. Like, I may just be a two-dimensional being, but I can still move the walls, and any inanimate three-dimensional objects in this space."

Or me, Scarab thinks with a thread of unease--though fortunately Prismo can only hold him, not move him.

... As far as he knows.

"Making time pass in the Time Room is as easy as moving a wall, once you figure out how to manipulate the fourth dimension!"

"It's that simple, is it?"

"Well," Prismo says modestly. "It took me a while to get the hang of it. But hey! Who can argue with these results?" He gestures proudly at his crop of jars. "You wanna try some? You seem like a 'hot and spicy' kinda guy to me."

"Hm," says Scarab. Against his better judgment, he's considering it.

Then Prismo heaves a sigh, rather disproportionate to Scarab's answer, in his opinion. The god-auditor turns to look at the Wishmaster askance, and finds him staring at the floor, looking positively downtrodden. Surely he's not that invested in Scarab trying out his pickles?

Scarab almost opens his mouth to ask what in the world is the matter with the Wishmaster, but before he can, Prismo mutters dejectedly, "That's the last time I make an unauthorized universe."

Scarab goes very still.

"... An unauthorized universe?" he softly says.

Prismo's eye widens, and he looks guiltily at his god-auditor guest.

"Ah... crap."

#prohibitedwish #scarab the god auditor #prismo the wishmaster #my fic #this didn't post when i meant it to and that's probably my fault but let's all blame tumblr 🙌

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“But you want that experience,” Eddie says.

And… Yeah? Yeah, he does. Maybe that’s wrong. Maybe he needs to unpack that. He didn’t realize how much he wanted it until the suggestion that he willingly give it up. He never imagined he and Eddie would get to have a kid that was part of them both. As two queer men, that’s not a simple thing. And coming from two people who have offered them this incredible generosity? It feels right. It feels important. Maybe it isn’t, but that’s how he feels.

“Yeah,” Buck sighs. “I guess I do. More than I realized.”

Eddie exhales. “Okay, I mean… I don’t not want it. You know that right?”

“But?” Buck asks.

“But I feel like I need to at least hear Pepa out,” Eddie says. “Meet Lourdes. See how we feel.”

Buck’s jaw tightens. He knows Eddie loves his aunt. Feels indebted to her. She’s always supported him, been his cheerleader, even when his own parents weren’t. So Buck gets it. Why he wants to do as she asks.

“Okay,” Buck sighs. “We’ll meet her. But I’m serious about not leading her on if it’s not what we want.”

Eddie nods. “That’s fair. If we meet her, hear what she wants, and decide biology is more important, we’ll drop it.”

“Hey,” Buck shakes his head. “It’s not about that. It’s not about biology.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Isn’t it? And I mean… It’s okay if it is.”

“No,” Buck shakes his head. “It’s… It’s not. You know I don’t care that Chris isn’t related to me.”

“I do know that,” Eddie nods. “But it’s okay if you do want a kid that is.”

But that doesn’t feel right either. “If it was… If it was just me and a random egg donor,” Buck says. “I don’t think I’d care. It’s not about it being my baby.”

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Which is fair. He was the wronged party in his breakup. And, anyway, he and Abby don’t have any reason to hold onto lingering resentments. Much easier without marriage and children in the mix. So he charts at dinner and makes friends with Taylor and Shannon - a miracle, given how they met - and exchanges zombie survival stories. He’s just… Well, he’s absurdly charming. It’d piss Eddie off, if he didn’t like him so much.

By the time they wake up the next morning, Eddie is just ready to get moving. Shannon had explained that Lucy - the person in charge of their van - and her girlfriend will be back as soon as they can. She likes to go to other settlements where she knows there are people in need and distribute whatever aid she can.

“She was a firefighter, before the end,” Shannon says.

“Another one!” Buck exclaims in response.

“Yep,” Shannon says. “You seem to have a knack for survival.”

So they spend the next morning waiting for Lucy to come back.

Buck and Eddie keep to their agreement. They don’t do anything else. Not even a brush of hands. It feels disrespectful, with Shannon and Abby nearby. Getting caught by accident was one thing. Being deliberate is another. So they keep a healthy distance apart. Even if Eddie is itching to reach out and touch him again.

When Lucy returns back in the van - which turns out to be an old UPS delivery van - it’s past noon. Eddie is surprised to find he recognizes her girlfriend immediately. Not that he should be surprised to recognize anyone, after Shannon. But this really isn’t who we would have guessed.

“My god, Buck,” Eddie whispers, as she climbs out of the van and he sees her face. “It’s Felisa Valdez!”

“Who?” Buck asks.

“Don’t look!” Eddie hisses.

Buck looks at the ground. “How am I supposed to know who you’re talking about if I don’t look?”

“Felisa Valdez,” Eddie repeats. “Telenovela star. Didn’t come up when you were in Peru?”

“No,” Buck says. “Sorry. We mostly had movies on DVD playing at the bar. The head bartender really loved Kurt Russell.”

Well, duh. Good taste.

“She’s super famous in the telenovela world,” Eddie explains. “Or… When there was one.”

Buck pats him on the shoulder. “I’m sure she’ll be glad to know not all her fans have been eaten.”

“What? No, I’m not a fan. Don’t tell her I’m a fan!”

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“He’s the only thing in my life that I could just rely on,” Eddie whispers. “Always. No matter what. No strings attached.” “I think you still can,” Shannon says.

“Not if I literally can’t talk to him,” Eddie says. “If he doesn’t leave his damn apartment when things don’t go his way. If he does things that will tear us apart…”

“That’s not what he thinks he’s doing,” Shannon replies. “Come on, Eddie. You really don’t believe that’s his intention.”

“It doesn’t matter what his intention is!” Eddie bursts. “He’s still doing it!”

“And you don’t have any sympathy for why?” Shannon argues. Because Buck isn’t here to shout for himself. And because maybe - maybe - the argument is hitting just a little too close to home.

“What are you talking about?” Eddie asks. “We just established it’s safer for him not be on active duty.”

God, he can be so thick.

“Not that, Eddie. I mean, whatever is going on in his head that led him to this choice.”

That seems to shut Eddie up for a second.

“Eddie, he’s had a hell of a year,” Shannon says. “I think he’s in more pain than he’s telling you. I’m worried about him.”

Eddie closes his eyes. Takes a deep breath. It’s something Eddie wrestles with, Shannon knows. His sense of right and wrong, his sense of duty, versus other people’s emotions. The hard edges of his armor versus the soft center of his heart.

“I know he’s had a hard year,” Eddie says eventually. “But this isn’t a good way of handling it.”

“No,” Shannon agrees. “But if you keep expecting people to live up to your expectations of soldiering through hard times, everyone will always piss you off, Eddie. No one can live up to it. Not even you.”

Eddie flinches. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, please,” Shannon scoffs. “Eddie. You didn’t handle being fucked up well either! You can pretend you did all you want, but I remember. I was there when you got home. You were broken, too.”

Eddie’s face freezes. There’s a drawn out silence where Shannon worries she’s gone too far. She knows it’s sensitive. She knows it’s sort of… Forbidden, even. Talking about what he went through. He doesn’t. He won’t. It used to drive her crazy. He’d be so flippant and nonchalant about it, but he would cry out in his sleep. He was withdrawn and miserable for months. The only person he seemed to have any light around was Christopher. She still doesn’t know the whole truth. His chopper went down. Someone died. He saved a bunch of others. He was shot and nearly died.

#daisies and briars writes #things we're all too young to know fic #go and kill go and die fic #buddie shannon throuple fic

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It's Invisobang again!

and again im doing a weird little AU fic that's pretty short but hopefully enjoyable! Make sure to keep an eye out for the amazing art by @snazzydwarf and @chaseacer-ghostedition ! You can read the first chapter here or hustle over to Ao3 :v

It's called A Family in Frost - and Jazz is having a terrible day that a certain Danny dragon will make both better and worse c:

A frozen wasteland. That’s all there was, here. Snow, ice, and an agonizing glare of reflected sunlight she couldn’t escape, no matter the angle. It was funny, in a way. Hilarious. Of course her ‘genius’ parents managed to cook up a spell that messed up SO badly that it not only failed to summon a dragon, but instead sent a human somewhere with zero dragons. Everyone knew the Arctic dragons had been hunted to extinction centuries ago. Yet here she was! In thin cotton clothes, and leather shoes already sodden through.

Fantastic. She always wanted to die horribly in some stupid accident. Jazz shook her head, pretending the constant shudder from the endless cold was all in her mind. Being angry about this wasn’t going to keep her alive. Not much would, to be fair- but she was smart! She could probably remember some spells that might at least keep her warm, or make a signal for help. Or whatever had gone wrong in that stupid experimental trap her parents made might just snap her back where she belonged!

She totally wasn’t completely doomed to drop dead. This was fine. Sort of. It wasn’t, at all. She was doomed. How funny! Her dad always said she had a little brother that got killed by a dragon- but that was a dumb story! To scare her to behave or whatever! It wasn’t as if she remembered any siblings. If she did have some dead brother, maybe she’d say sorry for forgetting him and ask if the ‘dragon’ that killed him was their parents doing something stupid and unsafe too!

Jazz grabbed the sides of her head, pulling at the bright orange hair and using the pain to force herself to just breathe. Breathe the frigid, painful air that made the trembling worse, and her mouth and nose sting. How could she not panic? How could she use that brain of hers to do something other than see the disaster unfolding right in front of her? Positive thinking could only go so far before it was delusional!

So she should think less. More ‘what can I do right now’ and less ‘well I’m still going to starve to death if I don’t freeze’. What she wouldn’t give to have been transported here with a tome. At least she didn’t need to care too much about a magical backfire. It wasn’t like screwing up a spell could make anything significantly worse. It’d probably be quicker than freezing or starving at minimum. Haha. Such an upside to consider! She couldn’t really trust her hands to weave the spell- but there was an endless canvas of snow to use to write it out.

Just focus, Jazz. You can make yourself warm. Then use that time to build a little shelter to keep the warm in for when the magic faltered. No thinking about after that. Just stop the awful daggers of frost and her shuddering bones to start.

The symbols weren’t right, exactly. The shivering made anything even resembling a straight line a challenge. It had to be good enough. Even as the flaws made her brain scream for corrections- she didn’t really have the time to be the perfectionist she was. This was a simple enough use of power that it shouldn’t matter- her intent was incredibly obvious in this awful cold. The normal light blue she generally expected from casting was lost in the overbearing glare of reflected light- but she could feel it work. It still took some time to stop shaking- and feeling warm wasn’t going to stop frostbite, but it was progress. Time to build a little snow shelter. Snow was a good insulator, right? Anything would be better than just sitting exposed like this.

Jazz didn’t really want to waste more of her limited power on moving the snow magically- but trying to dig in with her bare hands made it clear she wasn’t going to make anything close to a shelter that way. Pulling the compacted snow up in solid walls wasn’t something she could manage without a tool.

So her little shelter wasn’t great. It was warmer inside, yes- but it was very small, and very dark if she didn’t leave the hole of an entrance clear. She just didn’t want to risk anything bigger- not if it could make the roof collapse. And she wasn’t going to STAY here that long, so small and minimal use of magic was better, right?

It was just temporary. Until she could think of a real plan. Until someone realized what happened and came to rescue her. That’s why she had to stay there, and not run off or do anything dumb. Like panic, or think too hard about how much danger there was.

Which was difficult, when she didn’t have anything else to focus on. There was the horror of all the empty space outside her tiny shelter, or the claustrophobic darkness inside it. Multiple ways to be disturbed and unsettled! What a lucky learning experience. Okay. So mom and dad’s weird trap was meant to summon a dragon. The transporting part happened- just totally wrong and to a non dragon. Why to here though? What did they mess up to get from ‘specially made circle trap’ to ‘THE ARCTIC TUNDRA’. Not that she’d have enough magic to even try to replicate it, not without amplifier stones or relics.

Being terrified was pretty exhausting. Jazz didn’t think she would be able to sleep, at all. Yet she must have. She would have heard something walk up, instead of freezing in terror at the sound of something scrabbling on the snow outside. Maybe it was one of those little foxes, or an owl. No, it was too loud for that. A bear? That would be her luck. Parents so worried about dragons she got killed by a freaking polar bear.

She didn’t want to give whatever it was a reason to keep trying to get in, but she couldn’t stop the scream when a thick claw dug through the snow and a bright green eye peered in at her. It seemed to glow- and the slitted pupil only made it even more unsettling.

There were NO Arctic dragons left. That was just a fact.

That was a very draconic eyeball leering at her through the claw-dug hole.

Just her luck. Maybe her crackpot parents were right about that whole ‘family is cursed by dragons’ nonsense she’d done her best to ignore. If fate had a throat, she’d try to strangle it.

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He wasn’t sure what he expected, really. The smell of magic on the wind had pricked his curiosity. He didn’t really recall the last time he’d even sensed magic that wasn’t coming from him. At least five years? More? Oh. No. Don’t think about that, that just brings the empty feeling back.

So of course he had to poke the weird little snow tower! It wasn’t natural, so of course he had to see if there was something interesting in it, or if it did something. The snow tower did not do anything but prove to be weak to his blunt black claws.

Inside though? The bright orange hair was one thing, but the scream that forced him to back up with a grunt of pain was not fun. Phantom shook his head and laid his short ears back, deep in the thick white fur to block the worst of the sound. Okay so. Someone alive made the silly snow spire! That was new, exciting. Maybe fun? If whatever it was in there stopped making so much noise. He only looked at them!

Well. It did sort of make sense. He was pretty small for a dragon, and the bright haired creature inside was smaller than him. Imagine something that had magic being afraid of him! Ha! If he could look less scary, maybe they’d calm down a bit? Phantom moved in a quick circle before crouching down, pulling his short legs in close and wrapping his tail around himself and pulled his neck in close to the rest of the thick fur that covered his body. There. Warm waiting pose and looked smaller for the scream- thing.

He kept his green eyes fixed forward as he waited. Not moving was easy. He spent a lot of time not moving, honestly. Running all over frozen ground was both a waste of time and just made him hungry. Orange-hair didn’t seem very suited for the weather. No fur, and the pale skin didn’t look very resistant. If those coverings were meant to keep them warm- well they seemed too thin to be much use out here. They were lucky this time of year the sun was always up.

“Shoo!”

Phantom tilted his head at the sound. Wait. Was that meant to scare him off or something?

“Yeah, you! Go on now! Shoo!”

Oh this was way funnier. He tilted his head again, and kept staring.

The little critter obliged his request for more hilarity by getting a bit redder and shouting “I’m not afraid of you! Now go! Git!”

“I’m not afraid of you either, silly.”

That shut them up! He didn’t think those eyes could get any bigger but they sure seemed to look like it. This was the funniest thing he’d seen in years.

“What? Never seen a talking dragon before?” As if there was such a thing as one that didn’t. Pft.

“But you’re all dead!” the voice was higher pitched and wavering now, eyes still staring at him.

Phantom snorted at that, slowly and dramatically looking over his shoulders for something amiss. “Well sorry to disappoint with my ‘being alive’.”

“No! No that’s not what I- arrrgh!” They cut themselves off with a frustrated huff, staring at the snow as if doing that would make him magically forget the stumbling around. “I’m glad apparently humans haven’t just hunted all of your kind to extinction but how? Everyone knows there aren’t any Arctic dragons left!” Frowning, they kept looking at him, eyes narrowing as they started muttering again. “Maybe you aren’t a dragon, and some sort of chimera? Or another magical beast mimicking an extinct species? Or I’ve frozen to death and this is a weird hallucination my brain is making up…”

Right. Humans. That was the name for what they were. Which wasn’t exactly a good thing- what few dragons he did manage to get words out of didn’t usually have the nicest things to say about humans, but this one seemed fine? They weren’t some dragon hunter that wanted to skin him alive or anything. Most importantly, they were the most interesting thing in years, and he wasn’t going to have some ‘oh no humans scary’ stories ruin that for him. “I’m definitely an Arctic dragon. So all your little human books are wrong.”

“Have you been in hiding? For centuries?”

“What? No! Do I look even close to a century old?” Phantom burst out laughing at the very idea, letting out a second, harder laugh when he saw their face.

“How should I know how old an extinct dragon is!”

“Use your eyes? I’m barely taller than you, and you’re puny!” Which is the closest he was going to admit to being pretty small to anyone. Which wasn’t his fault! He was still growing. Probably.

They quieted down after that, rubbing their arms and shaking instead of doing anything interesting. “So what are you going to do, then?”

“Do?” Phantom flicked his ears forward, unsure if he misheard. “What do you mean?”

They didn’t answer him, just shaking. Shivering? Oh. Maybe they were really cold after all, and he’d guessed right about the clothes not being warm enough.

“Um. Like I guess you can stay in your weird little snow tower. That I kinda broke.” He frowned, starting to get up again and shaking his paws to warm them back up. What was he going to do? “Sorry. Err. Do you want to come with me? Since my den is probably warmer than…” he paused, looking at how the snow ‘tower’ he poked a hole in fell over completely “That. Thing you were in.”

“So you can eat me later?”

“Ew? No?” Phantom made a gagging sound, fur bristling at the idea. “I’m not desperate enough to eat something sapient!”

The shivering didn’t stop, but a hint of a smile showed on their face. “So you aren’t a blood thirsty, human devouring kind of dragon?”

His tail flicked, a playful gesture he couldn’t quite suppress. “Rude. Even if I was, you totally wouldn’t be worth the effort of eating! You’re like a stick!”

“I guess I am. You didn’t get that round from eating scrawny little humans after all.”

“I’m not round!” His fur did not help his squawk of indignation, fluffing up so he was more of a cloud than a sleek predator of the tundra. “I’m well equipped to retain heat!”

Instead of being cowed by this, the little human actually walked up and poked the tip of his snout. “Which means being round. It’s the most effective strategy up here, right?”

“Shut upppppp!” Phantom stuck out his tongue and waved his tail- but it was obvious even the human could tell he was just playing along. It was nice to have a friend around here. Especially after so long alone.

#danny phantom #invisobang #fantasy/dragonau #but should be all uploaded by the end of the week!#even though Ao3 is dying around us lol

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