#commissions are open... *looks away shyly*

[thetrashyflower]

lonely wolf yokai

[lou-struck]

Heatwave

Hawks x reader

WC: 1.1k

~ It's the hottest day of the year, and you are stuck roasting on Zoom calls; if only you had a hero to save you from your inconvenience. 

You hate this…

It's the hottest day of the year, and you are cooped up in your tiny apartment with a broken air conditioning system. All morning long, you have been tied up with Zoom calls and team meetings, forced to wear an itchy, lightweight cardigan for the sake of professionalism. At times like this, you are thankful that your laptop's camera quality is so poor, your forehead is covered in beads of sweat, and the crappy little navy blue desk fan you have perched on a stack of books is doing little to cool down.

Your manager leading this meeting looks relatively comfortable in his little window. His tie is actually fluttering from the consistent airflow from the top-of-the-line air conditioning unit he was bragging about having installed.

Damn him

You were only half listening to the call when his dull voice came drones through your speakers. "Alright, everyone, we're gonna step away for 15 minutes or so; feel free to turn your cameras off, and we will resume shortly." 

Your heatwave-fueled rage festers within you as you mute yourself and turn off your camera. Your thoughts shift to what website mailing lists you could add his email to when your front doors burst open. 

Your boyfriend, Keigo Takami, known to the public as the Winged Hero Hawks, comes in loudly. "Damn, it's hot out there; what is the commission trying to do having me patrol out there in full uniform? Turn me into Fried Chicken?"

"You're telling me," you pant, taking a large chug of your ice water and slipping off your scratchy cardigan. Discomfort and pain twist on your features as you chase the weak airflow from the fan with little success.

"What's up with you?" he ass shucking off his flight jacket. It hits the floor with a thud that tells you that it has absorbed more than its share of sweat today. 

"Debating a career change," you groan, craving the cold. "M' gonna move to the Arctic and think up new ice cream flavors."

"Sounds chilly," he chuckles, tucking his wings to his back and striding across the wooden floor. "Mind if I join?"

"No," you groan. "You are too hot, Kei. You would contribute to global warming." The heatwave may be destroying your ability to think rationally, but your sarcasm is still delightfully intact.

"Awe, Angel, you wound me." he chuckles, placing his hand in front of his heart. His avian-like eyes peer into yours, full of love and mischief. "Wouldn't you miss me out there, all alone in the cold?"

"You know I would," you chuckle as a bead of sweat rolls down your chin. "But it's too warm to want to do anything else."

He spots your blackened camera and steps away shyly from the view of the screen. "Wait, are you in a meeting?"

You roll your eyes as you once again remember the cause of your discomfort. "Unfortunately, all the other departments have the day off today, but I have been stuck popping in and out of meetings for the last few hours."

"That's rough, and it's not exactly cool in here, is it?" he coos, making a B-line to your freezer and pulling out one of your ice pops. Peeling off the wrapper, the color is revealed to be a bright red, rivaling the rich color of his wings. "Nice, I got cherry." He grins, biting the sweet treat with his teeth making you cringe slightly. 

"Psychopath," you mutter, "why do you have to eat it so quickly?"

"I can't help it," he laughs, wiping a bit of cherry juice with the back of his hand. "It's hot out, and I gotta speed up that Brian freeze. You know, my place has some pretty decent air conditioning. You'd be way more comfortable if you moved your set up there." 

"True, but your apartment is much nicer than mine, and my coworkers would notice," you frown. Your relationship with Keigo may not be considered a secret by you; you would prefer it if your coworkers didn't know about it. People tend to get kinda weird when they find out you are dating one of the country's top heroes.

"I get it; you just want to keep me all to yourself," he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you. His stubble tickles your skin as he presses soft cherry-flavored kisses to your warm skin.

"Keigo, it's way too hot for this kind of affection," you whine, squirming in his hold. 

"You mean your little fan right there isn't taking care of you?" he teases, eyeing your only warrior in this fight against Mother Nature. You don't know how it happened but the weak little gust of air seems to be getting weaker by the moment. 

"The fan sucks, Kei," you mutter, tapping the center lightly with your finger, urging it to pick up the pace.

"Then it's fired," he says, pulling its plug and tossing it over to the couch, where it bounces on the plush cushions.

"Hey, I needed that, it may suck, but I really need it to make it through the day," you say, noticing the movement on your screen as your coworkers slowly begin to get back on the call. 

"Ooof, duty calls?" he asks, peering at your screen. You are thankful that your camera and microphone are off.

"Looks like it," you frown. "Can you grab my fan for me, please, so I can hop back on without roasting to death?"

"Nah, I won't be doing that." he teases, his honey-colored gaze boring into yours. "But if you need to cool off a bit, I have something in mind." The hero's wings twitch in amusement as your brows pinch together in confusion. 

~

Fifteen minutes into the next round of your call, you are surprisingly comfortable as a strong, silent breeze bushes against your skin, cooling you off lovingly as you listen to your coworkers ramble on and on about topics that could easily be an email.

Your boredom is subdued, however, when you catch a glimpse of your manager. Whose state-of-the-art air-conditioner seems to have given out, and now he is sweating buckets, having to mute himself occasionally to hide how out of breath he is.

Keigo sits just on the other side of your desk, scrolling mindlessly through his phone. Glorious red wings outstretched as they beat softly into the air. Fanning you far better than any air conditioning unit.

You can tell that Keigo is over the moon getting to help you like this. You feel refreshed and full of energy as you notice your manager is growing more and more uncomfortable. You have a feeling this meeting will be coming to a close fairly soon. 

Once you are free from your corporate shackles, you'll have to find some way to thank Keigo for his invaluable assistance. 

Maybe with some ice cream for dinner?

Tagging: @pixelcafe-network @sleepyyshroom @anjodedesgostoeerros @isaacdaknight @qardasngan

[reverieblondie]

Rolan discovers he likes having his nipples played with...

Yummy, yummy, YUMMY!

Rolan is going to be sooooo embarrassed! MDNI +18!

It obviously happened on accident; it was a very hot day in the city of Baldur's Gate, and while Cal stepped up to watch the shop Rolan was busy sweating away reorganizing stacks and stacks of books. Normally the tower didn't get this hot, but today it was scorching and though tieflings have heat resistance that doesn't mean they don't sweat.

So somewhere between lifting heavy stacks and deconstructing some of Lorroakans lingering spells his shirt just had to come off. Now getting some relief from his sweat drenched clothes Rolan continued to work. What Rolan wasn't aware of was a Tav. you who continued to watch the show of their sweaty boyfriend hard at work. A person can only handle so much watching before needing to make their presence known. So using some fancy footwork you learned from Astarion, you snuck over and grabbed your wizard from behind. This was normally an innocent move, but when your hands brushed against his nipples he let out a whine, a whine you thought was sudden surprise, but what Rolan knew was from the brief touch.

Days of thought and on Rolans part some self exploration, with him lying on his bed fucking his cock in one hand as the other flicks and tugs on his nipple. Tugging to that moan inducing self pleasure that has Rolan cumming all over his stomach and seeing stars. Now he just needs to ask if Tav is willing to try it.

Finally when our shy wizard works up the nerve to ask you if you are willing... well, it's less of a verbal ask and more a silent plea. As you looked down at him pushing him further and further in your needy core, feeling his cock throb with every tightening quiver. Rolan just couldn't help it anymore, so he takes one of your hands splayed against his chest and lowers it down to his perked nipple. You look at him confused for a second as he keeps his head turned, his eyes shyly shifting from your eyes to somewhere else, praying to the gods your not judging him. Finally, he breaks,

"Well... would you...you know..."

Biting back a laugh you lean down and slide you tongue against his sensitive ear, making him shudder and his cock twitch, a moan soft and whinny slipping from his throat.

"Ask me proper Rolan..."

Rolan swallows and brings his golden eyes back to yours, "Please...touch...pinch..."

In all honesty you would have done anything he wanted after that whinny plea. So caressing turned to light pitching, then that turned to twisting, till finally you where flicking your tongue on his soft bud and he is cumming with a cry. His hands squeezing your hips in a bruising grip as he falls apart underneath you. Rolans wet eyes looking up at you with such admiration as a smile of relive comes to his lips. Gods you spent the rest of the day kissing and teasing him further.

A few weeks later You and Rolan where on a walk to the forge, you had begged him to tag along and being sweet and needing a break from the tomes Rolan agreed to joined you to pick up your commission from Dammon. When you two arrived the smile on Dammons face widen as his eyes flicked from you to Rolan. Dammon grabbed the small bag with your commission inside and gave you a wink before chimming out.

"Have fun you two."

Rolan was admittedly confused till a few moments later when you two were somewhere private. You passed him the bag, and gave him the go ahead. Rolan smirks at you as he opens his present and pulls out a delicate chain, with two clips attached. Rolan felt all his blood rush from his head and before you knew it you were being dragged back to the tower, Rolans tail slightly raised and swaying in excitement to try out his new accessory.

[mrsshabana]

I'm not sure if commissions are open or not, or if you've done something like this before but can you do a story where reader is also really insecure and meets gyutaro? (He can be demon or human up to you). I think reader would be so different and doesn't feel attractive to due to flaws they have but end up feeling better when they end up with gyutaro who compliments them and spoils them a bit since he understands how they feel.

𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫��!𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Gyutaro couldn't understand what was wrong with you.

It appeared that nothing was wrong with you at all, but you acted like something was wrong with you. And he just couldn't put his finger on it.

You've come into the convenience store he works at every couple of days. Most days you grab a coffee, some days you get snacks, and once a month you buy face cream.

The way you walked, spoke, and looked around nervously was confusing to him. You carry yourself as if you just want to hide. And he understands that, it's something he wishes he could do every day. But you're not like him.

In his eyes, you're a cute girl that looks to be around his age. Maybe a couple years younger.

Instead of wearing cute skirts and accessories like the other girls your age do, you wear baggy pants and hoodies. He doesn't dislike it, he actually admires how you wear what you want. But you don't seem confident in the clothes you wear. And the way that you look at the other girls is all too familiar to him. Envy.

He narrows his eyes as he watches you peruse the convenience store once again. Going to the beauty section. Has it been a month already?

With a sigh he slips his phone back into his pocket as you approach.

He doesn't greet you when you walk up to the register. But you're used to it. You've seen him enough times to know that he's cold towards every customer and not just you.

Putting the face cream on the counter, you instinctively reach into your purse.

"This shit doesn't work. You know that right?" He rasps, looking down at you with an indifferent expression.

"Wh-what?"

"This cream. It's bullshit. You should stop buying it," he frowns and takes the cream, putting it behind the register instead of scanning it for you.

"What do you mean? I use that stuff every day..." you mumble.

"A stupid cream isn't gonna make you feel prettier."

You feel tears welling up in your eyes as you hear his words. It's embarrassing and you feel humiliated being called out by a cute boy. With a sniffle you promptly turn to leave. But you don't get very far before you feel his calloused fingers wrapped around your wrist.

"You're a pretty girl, you don't need this shit. I know you feel self conscious cause you compare yourself to everyone else. I'm the same way. Look at the shit I have on my face!" He raises his voice slightly, then takes a deep breath to calm down before continuing, "Listen, I'm just tryna say I know how you feel... and you shouldn't spend your money on dumb products like this. You just gotta deal with it in that stupid little brain of yours."

He pokes your forehead with his finger. The way he is so blunt makes you smile a bit.

"I-I know... you're right," you wipe your tears, "It's just so hard when those other girls are so much prettier than me... all of them probably have boyfriends too. No guy would ever look twice at me."

"I did," he doesn't hesitate, "I stare at you every time you come in here. I think you're a very pretty girl."

Your face instantly turns red and you stare up at him in surprise.

"I get jealous too when I see all these dudes come in here with their perfect skin and expensive shoes. Pisses me off... probably have girlfriends too..." he lets go of your wrist and starts scratching his neck. "But maybe we could work on it together..? I wouldn't mind hangin' out with you sometime..."

"R-Really?" you say so quiet that he almost doesn't hear you. But he does, and he shyly nods and looks away as his cheeks turn pink.

"I'd love that," you say with a smile, "Thank you..."

You lean forward and hug him. A soft gasp escapes his lips from the sudden gesture, but he quickly hugs you back.

You barely know him but it feels so good to know that someone understands how you feel. And of course it's a plus that it just so happens to be the cute boy that works at your favorite convenience store.

[sweet-honey-tears]

Blanket Fort

Shinso x Gn!Reader

Hello everyone! Hope everyone is well! This was a request for some Shinso Fluff. I hope you like it! 🤍

Aizawa was gone, week week-long mission he begrudgingly accepted. More so against his will than anything, as it was the week of Eri's birthday. To say he was angry, would be an understatement. You were half sure hero society was about to revolt at the fact the commission took Aizawa away from Eri during her birthday week. Even Hawks seemed pissed, stopping by on Tuesday to drop off a present for Eri. You spoke to him shyly, the young civilian talking to a top Pro-Hero. “Thank Dove,” a nickname he called all fans, “ Still can’t behave they pulled the old man away from his daughter.” His voice teetered on venomous before he snapped back. “But hey, Eris got you and little Azawia, so I’ll know you make it great!” Damn straight you would.

The house was void minus the cats, Eri, Shinso, and yourself. The no-so-adopted third child who for a small moment, everyone thought was another addition to the family. In actuality, you were Shinso’s (Girl Friend, boyfriend, significant other) Though to Eri, you were big (Brother, Siter, Sibiling)

3am. Shinso phone rang, your pretty photo popping up. Shinso, as you knew, was awake, wide awake. But why where you?

“Baby why are you-”

“I HAVE AN IDEA!”

It was your idea to do the blanketfort. You had planned it before Aizawa had even left for the mission. Even ended up even planning the day with Aizawa. Which Shinso found both adorable and hilarious. Coming home from practice to see you at the counter, Aizawa leaning over the other side. Both of your faces in pure concentration as you talked about what to do for the fort alone- not the whole week itself.

Stuffies, blankets, fairy lights, pillows and what ever else where shoved into you bags. The zippers struggling to keep the stuffed animals from bursting. When Shinso opened the door for you, you where breathing heavily, arms full of bags stuffed with material.

Eri jumped up and down the moment you brought up at idea. Shinso smirked at your bad acting, saying the idea just came to you. You both where half sure Eri almost squeezed you to death when you started to talk about what else you all could do.

The Fort itself was the biggest challenge to set up. A drying rack, TV, and couch where the best bases to create a large enough Fort for the three of you. Stuffed animals surrounded the edges of the fort, and layers of blankets and bed mats covered the carpet in the living room, adding a much-needed cushion. Fairy lights hung inside like glistening vines and soft music played in the background.

Shinso and you self made sure to take photos, as many as your phones could hold. The large files sent to Aizawa, would barely responded, but you both knew he was happy.

Around 2 hours later, the blanket Fort, dinner, and Pjs done and you all rested in the rather large Fort. Shinso rested by your side, scrolling through his phone on bordem. Eri was thankfully fast asleep, her little area of the fort darker with only the twinkle of fairy lights to show her sleeping face. Shinso’s eyes caught the slight smiles on his little sister's face. Her arms wrapped tightly around one of the many stuffed animals you brought or bought for this occasion. His heart swelled, he was lucky for you. Lucky you loved everyone in the family so much, lucky that you loved Eri arguably more than him.

Shinso knew he and Aizawa wouldn't have been able to do this. They were stupidly busy, tired, and bogged with hero duties. In Aizawa’s casework, and his own being homework, patrols, and training.

“Shinso” you had whispered, causing him to snap out of his trance. “Your phone” you slightly giggled. Shinso looked down. In his distracted state, his thumb had been placed on the ‘f’ key. Typing out a long line of ‘fff’ as a comment on a video. Quickly canceling it, he let out a sigh.

“Got distracted” you laughed slightly, pushing yourself farther into him, yawning slightly. It was 1 am, and to his surprise, he was tired. “Tired kit?”

“Yeah… think I may call it” you yawn. Scooting down to lie down. He followed you, and quickly, almost garingly, pulled you close to him. Barely giving you time to move your arms around your boyfriend, lest they be trapped.

”I love you.” Your face softened, relaxing at the realization everything was okay. His arm brought you closer to him. “I love you so much.” He kissed the space available to him, an area of your clothed shoulder.

“I love you too Shin” he huffed, his chest tightening a little. He pulled away slightly, staring at you for a slight moment. As if ensuring you were telling the truth. You were, it didn’t take him long to conclude that. He leaned in to kiss your lips softly. Pulling away for only a moment before continuing. His hand slid to your hair, playing with the strands softly. Words weren’t needed, you both already knew everything he wanted to say. You scootched yourself under him, face nestled into the area of his neck and shoulder. Your legs weaving together to get unbelievably closer. “I love you so much, Shin.” Your face felt warm, and happiness almost caused wetness to prick your eyes. Shinso kissed the top of your head, pressing his lips to your temple.

“I love you too kitten, so much.” He squeezed you again, letting you both fall into a peaceful, gentle silence as you dozed off.

@waytotiredforthis

@bookcluberror

[conchiferrous]

two doodle page commissions from recently

[IMAGE ID, IMAGE 1: Doodle page featuring Rolf and Kevin from Ed, Edd n' Eddy. Drawing 1: Kevin hands Rolf a valentine card, but he's looking away shyly. Kevin says: "I felt bad that I didn't get you anything last year so.. Happy valentine's day... Dude." Rolf looks at the card, dumbfounded with big eyes and question marks over his head. There's an arrow pointing to Rolf's head labelled "meaningless gesture." Drawing 2: Rolf is screaming at Kevin and pointing at him while Kevin looks off into the distance, exasperated. Rolf is yelling: "Rolf has had enough of your tomfoolery! I challenge you to a duel!" The drawing is captioned: "Third time this week". Drawing 3: Rolf is riding on Victor's back and Kevin is riding on Wilfred's back. Both of them are holding a lance and a shield, but Rolf's lance and shield look a little nicer while Kevin's lance has scotch tape showing and his shield looks scuffed. Victor is walking forward and Rolf is looking over at Kevin, eager, mouth open like he's talking to him but no dialogue is written. Kevin looks annoyed, and Wilfred just stands in place, wall eyed. Drawing 4: Small drawing of Rolf and Kevin walking and talking together while Rolf plays with a yo-yo. They're both smiling. Drawing 5: Chest up drawing of Rolf and Kevin looking at something to the left off screen. They both look bewildered.

IMAGE 2: Doodle page featuring Kevin and Ed from Ed, Edd n' Eddy. Drawing 1: Ed stands behind Kevin while Kevin stands in front of his bike protectively. The front tire on his bike is deflated and Ed tells him: "I saw on TV how to fix a bike once." Kevin, panicked, responds: "NO, THAT'S OKAY!" Drawing 2: Ed and Kevin look at something curiously off screen. They're drawn from the side and Kevin has to peek out from behind Ed. Drawing 3: Kevin stands inside his house and is holding a VHS box for a movie. He looks annoyed, his free hand on his hip, and says : "Aw man! I rented Attack of 100 Giant Squids & Nazz didn't want to watch it with me." In the window behind him, Ed is sprinting towards him. Drawing 4: Ed holds up a comic book called "Killer Pig" smiling, and says: "Wanna read the new comic I got?" Kevin responds: "Are there girls in it?" Drawing 5: Ed sits on his armchair, and points to something to the left off screen while kicking his legs. He says: "This is when the needle man shows up!" Kevin is hiding behind the chair, panicked, and peeking out from behind it. His back is pressed up against the chair. He responds: "Wow, that's great..." Drawing 6: Ed and Kevin are sitting on the floor, and Ed is holding a large bowl in his lap. Ed says: "I make my own popcorn sauce!" and text behind him reads (it's gravy). The gravy is covering the popcorn entirely, and Kevin looks over at it, disgusted. Drawing 7: Kevin and Ed are sitting on the floor watching TV. Only the top of the TV can be seen. Ed points at the screen and says: "This is the funniest part!". Text above it reads (most gore ever in a movie). Kevin looks disturbed. Drawing 8: Kevin and Ed are sitting on the floor, with their backs pressed up against each others'. They're both reading comics. Kevin's is called "mutant lymph node" and Ed's shows an advertisement for a yo-yo in the back. Kevin looks at Ed, looking aloof, and says: Pretty cool, I guess..." Ed looks back at Kevin, positively giddy. END ID]

[ticklygiggles]

Can I pet your snakes? | Zoe Ivey & Lucy Webster

Commission for @wertzunge

A/N: Another commission for always kind and adorable Max *sobs* again, thank you SO MUCH for your kind support, Max and also for always being a patient little bean ❤️ I hope you enjoy this! I'm loving Mahoutsukai no Yome new season so much dkfnfkfnf

Summary: Lucy hasn't left the infirmary after several days, it's only natural that her friends want to visit her, including Zoe.

Can I pet your snakes? Can. I. Pet. Your. Snakes? Can I- 

Zoe felt his face on fire. To have someone asking him that kind of thing… out of nowhere! And no other than Lucy Webster of all people, the one who was partly to blame for it being known that he was a Gorgon, but hey, thanks to that incident he had also made friends, something he thought impossible. But still! Well... she couldn't really know the meaning of such a thing, right? She really didn't look like someone who-

“I used to have spiders.”

“Huh?” Zoe blinked, his eyes fixing on Lucy's face as she stared at a snake nuzzling into her hand, happily enjoying the gentle, warm touch of her fingers.

Lucy looked at the creature with sad eyes as she spoke again: “I adored them so much.”

Zoe’s eyes softened a little and, although feeling awkward, he still tried to say something back, but… what could he possibly have said to that? 

“I see…,” he mumbled, seeing the snake moving away from her hand when she moved. “W-What- eek!” 

Reaching out, Lucy's hand moved near his neck, trying to touch the snakes far behind him. However, Zeo couldn't help but squirm with a light giggle when her fingers accidentally brushed his ear. 

“L-Luhuhucy!” 

“What's so funny?” She asked, frowning and looking at him as if he was the weirdest creature to ever exist. His blush deepened and he shyly averted his eyes from hers. 

“N-No, it just- you t-tickled me a little… that's all.” His body tensed as he waited for Lucy to play with his snakes until she was content, but he was surprised when he felt that tingly sensation against his ear again. A soft touch around the reddened shell of his ear. 

“W-Wahahait!” He giggled, scrunching his shoulders and trying to hide his ear from Lucy's gentle touch that, to his surprise, did not stop; on the contrary, the more he giggled it seemed that Lucy tickled him even more as well. “L-Luhuhucy? Thahahat reheheally tihihickles!” 

“It's been a while… since I heard someone laughing like this,” she said, and opening a slightly teary eye, Zoe let out a strangled sound looking at Lucy. 

She was wearing a gentle smile, even playful, but tired and sad all at the same time. And Zoe didn't have the heart to actually stop her when she let out a soft chuckle when her fingers moved to his neck and his laughter kicked up an octave and he scrunched his neck like a turtle, making Lucy want to tickle him more, or at least that was what she said. 

“L-Luhuhucy, plehehehease! I'm reheheally tihihihicklish!” He giggled, squeaking when her other hand also joined on the other side of his neck and he kicked out, nearly falling off the chair beside Lucy's bed.

His hands clinged to her wrists, but ultimately did the bare minimum to stop her. The snakes all around his head squirmed, over excited by his reactions, curling around Lucy's arms not in an attempt to stop her, but more like trying to keep her in place, and Zoe wanted to curse at them, but he was too busy tilting his head back with bright, cute laughter when Lucy suddenly reached down to tickle his sides. 

Zoe yelped, jumping with each squeeze to his poor flanks. Lucy said it had been a while since she heard someone laughing like this and Zoe thought that it had been a while since someone had tickled him like this. It had been a while since he didn't feel the pressure to hide himself, the fear to show who he really was. It had been a while since he felt safe like this. Safe enough to be laughing his head off, with his snakes moving around freely, in front of someone that weren't his parents. 

He couldn't deny he liked that sensation of freedom and he made sure to savor it as he giggled and laughed and squeaked and yelped as Lucy tickled his sides as if she had done this so many times before. 

“L-Luhuhucy! Ahahahaha!” 

Lucy chuckled. “You are too loud,” she complained, but did nothing to relent her playful attack to Zoe's poor ticklish sides. “You're going to wake up everyone.”

“It tihihickles reheheally bahahad! Ahahah, not thehehere!” He let out a soft cackle when Lucy's hands reached back up to his ears, her fingernails gently scratching at the soft, sensitive skin. Zoe laughed like a kid, his feet stomping against the wooden floor. “W-Why, Luhuhuhucy!” 

“Why?” Lucy pondered out loud, humming as Zoe covered his mouth and nose when he snorted, one of Lucy's hands in the back of his neck and one on the front, making his laughter panicky and frantic. “I think… I just like your laugh, Zoe.” 

Zoe could feel he was beyond red. He felt the blush spreading all over his face, from his hairline to the tip of his chin and then moving to his ears and past his neck. It was terribly embarrassing to be laughing like this, but he also felt like he didn't care too much about it either. 

“AHAHAHA! Goohohohodness, dohohon't!” 

“Ah, so it worked,” Lucy said with a tone of pride in her voice and Zoe was horrified, (not really), when he felt the little heads of two traitorous snakes touching his ears, their fine forked tongues touching his ears, making him burst into the loudest laughter that night. 

He shook his head, trying to make the snakes stop their attack, but it was useless. They easily followed each of his movements and so did Lucy when her hands again moved down to his sides. Zoe fought the urge to jump off the chair, instead he curled himself forward, but that only let Lucy get the back of his ribs and Zoe cackled brightly; on top of that, he had a pretty necklace of snake heads around his neck, tickling him with little nuzzles and touches of their forked tongues; paired with the ones tickling his ears like crazy. 

Since when were their snakes able to tickle him?! 

“Could it be that I can also work with snakes?” Lucy asked in serious thought over his laughter, but Zoe could only let out shrieky laughter, feeling himself burning with slight embarrassment. Now his snakes were also against him? Ridiculous! 

“AHAHAHA! Pl-Plehehease! Mahahake thehehem stohohohop, L-Luhuhucy!” Asking Lucy to control his own snakes, wasn't that peak embarrassment? But he really couldn't think straight at that moment. “My ehehehears!” Not only his ears, his neck too and the back of his ribs and his sides! 

Lucy hummed. “I think they really like your laugh. I feel like they're happy, you know? Can't you feel that too?” 

He could and that made it all even worse! There was no way he could stand more of that - not because he didn't want to, it was just too much and he was really ticklish. Maybe… some other time again they could- no! What was he thinking right now?!

“LUHUHUCY! I reheheally- ahahahaha! I cahahan’t!” 

“Giving up already?” Lucy teased him with a soft chuckle, but she stopped and as soon as her hands were away from his body, his snakes also left his ears and neck alone, although they tingled like crazy and Zoe couldn't stop giggling even after a few seconds the tickling had stopped. 

“Was it too much? I'm sorry,” Lucy said, laying on her bed again as if nothing had happened. 

Zoe shook his head, taking a deep breath once he relaxed and he leaned close to the bed again, a snake nuzzling into Lucy's hand one more time. Zoe thought all that happened was a silly hallucination, but he still jumped slightly whenever he felt a snake too close to his ear and his sides were still making him smile silly. 

“It was… a little fun,” he admitted shyly and Lucy smiled, nodding her head a little. 

“Yeah, I thought so too.” 

Silence reigned again, Zoe's heart was still pounding a little hard against his chest and his cheeks were still burning, but it was comfortable… until he remembered what Lucy said earlier and he felt agitated again. 

“Hey, Lucy…,” he started, looking away from Lucy. “You shouldn't be so quick to ask other Gorgons to let you touch their snakes,” he explained gently. “It has a special meaning to us- huh?” 

Lucy had fallen asleep! Wasn't Zoe the one who was tickled to nearly death?! And also, he was explaining to her why what she said was… 

Zoe sighed. “Oh, well…”

They could have this conversation some other time, either way. She's been going through a lot lately, it was better that way. Let her rest for the night, after all, she already had at least a little fun thanks to him. Time to go, then. 

“Ah, youth.”

[regretisstoredintheme]

Rise Raph x crush reader who loves to hand make plushies and one day makes one of Raph they often cuddle with when he’s away and one day Raph finds the plush cuz Reader had left it behind by accident?

Wowowowowowowowowoooooo—- AAAAYOO????? 

A Request???

*snatches paper* 

“Soradragon asked: Rise Raph x crush reader who loves to hand make plushies and one day makes one of Raph they often cuddle with when he’s away and one day Raph finds the plush cuz Reader had left it behind by accident?”

A/N: you, m’dear, are very bright. I may have taken just a smidge of creative liberty with this, but here it is all the same :))

- Teddy bear (A Oneshot) -

Warm light filtered into the windows of your room, bringing the gentle warmth that often reminded you of your favorite turtle. Your bandaged fingers brushed against your sheets, a reminder of how hard you worked. Every day you mended, created, and thought up new stuffed animals. It brought you both joy and pain- but you were always thankful for it. Making little dolls for people was your favorite thing, so when you had met Raph, the sweetest plush of all, you couldn’t help but stay up a few nights — making what you hoped was a realistic adaptation of the turtle. This plush you were going to keep for yourself, unlike all the others. Your very own teddy bear, because you had a sinking feeling you would never be able to cuddle the real thing. 

Last night was a bit of a blur—  you had been working on another commission, tirelessly threading your needle through the fabric. You had invited Raph to hang out since his family had all left the lair— something about a surprise — and he didn’t want to be alone.

Throughout the hours, the red-clad turtle had helped every now and then— but eventually, you felt his gentle hand rest on your shoulder. In curiosity, you met his eyes, which held nothing but kindness. “isn’t it a little— late, (Y/N)?” He smiled, yet his brows held worry— what time was it again? You couldn’t remember. “I should get this finished by tomorrow, Raph..” you mirrored his smile, only to pause as he chuckled, a hand pointing to your clock. 

“It already is tomorrow, (Y/N).”

Why that memory in particular was so clear, you couldn’t tell, all you knew was at some point he had coaxed you to sleep despite your protests. You had sleepily told him he could find some blankets in your closet, and that he was welcome to spend the night, but the last thing you could remember was a hand gently sweeping your hair out of your face. Then— there was nothing.

Your eyes fluttered open, hands gently accustoming to the feeling of the Raph plush in your arms- which- last you checked, had been hiding under your blankets. Apparently at some point in the night you had found it again, clinging to the soft fabric with your life. 

“Sorry— did I wake you?” A soft voice asked, and as you looked towards the door, your gaze met the one of your favorite turtle. You sleepily sat up, muttering something about how glad you were it was the weekend. Before you could say any more, a tray was placed on your lap - filled with an arrangement of cut fruits, syrup, and a bowl of oatmeal. “I.. didn’t know how you liked it..” Raph admitted shyly, before his eyes lifted, landing on the plushie you currently held in your lap. 

His mouth held agape for a moment, and he shook his head slightly, as if trying to snap himself out of it. His eyes dilated, and reality struck as he realized he was not, in fact, imagining it. When he didn’t respond to your many thanks, you looked up from your food, and followed his eyes.. to mini Raph. 

You could swear you felt your heart drop into your stomach.

How were you going to explain this one? Say that you were bored? Say that you were going to make the others as well? You knew you weren’t— but you would have to if you said that! How would you explain how dearly you held him it? How would he react? 

“Is that— me?” Raph questioned, swallowing the bit of excitement that crawled up his throat. You felt heat rush to your face, the words escaping you as you avoided his gaze. He crouched next to your bed, leaning closer to the plushie, “Does he have a name?” His arm tentatively reached out, letting the stuffed animal’s hand perch on his finger. 

“Well—“ you thought for a moment, trying to recover from the shock that he wasn’t upset with you. “Uhm, I haven’t really thought of a name other than Raph..” your chin rested on the plush’s head, fiddling with the edges of its shell. 

At the sight, Raph could feel his heart explode. He never thought he could feel jealous of a plushie! Not that he didn’t love the doll, it was just a reminder of where he wanted to be— but maybe this meant he had a chance..? His eyes scanned your face gently, a content smile on his face. “Well, if you wanna just stick with Raph, I suppose I’ll have to let it slide.” He chuckled, nodding over to your tray. 

“Now cmon. Your oatmeal’s getting cold.” 

Right on time, you felt your stomach start to burn, begging for sustenance of any kind. Ignoring how embarrassed you felt, you leaned forward, taking the spoon from the tray as well as a few fruits. The oatmeal was warm and delicious, melting in your mouth as you smiled into the meal. Raph gave a small excited noise at the look on your face, delighted that you seemed to enjoy it. 

A while of comfortable silence fell over the two of you, Raph trying his best to suppress the want to hug the absolute crap out of you. He could feel his tail gently wagging as he watched you, entirely content to sit there the entire rest of the day if you wanted. 

“Soo..” he said after a while, an ‘eldest brother’ look on his face, “was there a reason you chose to make me?” He tried to hide the hopeful edge in his voice, ultimately failing when you looked at him— a slight starry look in your eye. You bit your lip, considering whether or not this was a good time to spill about the warmth Raph brought you every day. “You.. well..” taking a gander outside your window, you observed that the sun was making a once-in-a-blue-moon appearance, glistening against the hues of NYC, and you thought.. maybe today was as good a day as any. 

“You may or may not be..” you started, feeling a lump in your throat at his expectant expression, “my favorite— person.. to be around..” hiding your face in your plushie, you tried to stim out your panic, “I— missed having you around..” your fingers fiddled with the soft hands of the creature, snuggling into it’s head. Raph paused, a look of pure joy on his face, his hand lifted, squeezing where his heart fluttered. Your favorite person? Really? Him? His cheeks hurt from how much he was smiling, and suddenly he couldn’t contain himself. His arms reached out, pulling you from where you perched on your bed into a rib crushing hug. He nuzzled into your hair, grinning from ear to ear as you let out a surprised squeak. 

“You’re my favorite person, too.” He cheesed, loosening his grip a little so you could actually breathe. “Can I have one of you, too?” Letting you some space so you could look at him, he caught a glimpse of the cherry blush on your face. “You okay?” He cupped your face with his hand, brushing your cheek with his thumb. You gave a sheepish smile, leaning into his touch. “Yes to… both questions.” 

You had no idea how to capture your own likeness, but you were sure Raph wouldn’t mind helping you out. 

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A/N: It didn’t turn out exactly how I wanted it, but considering the grin I had on my face while writing parts of it — I’d say it was worth it 😤 I’m so glad I finally finished this, it’s been on the backburner for TOO long, especially with how sweet of an idea it is!!! (And that it may have been requested by one of my favorite ppl)

[sparkles-and-trash]

When Keigo was 16 he kept getting in trouble with his handler at the Commission and gets sent to «voulenteer» at an animal shelter.

It started when he pierced his own ears, then he dyed his hair bright red to match his wings, and when he finally got busted reading files he had no business reading his handler put their foot down.

However, Keigo was rarely allowed outside of the Commission on his own, and secretley he looked forwards to a few hours without handlers and in company of some cute animals.

He hadn’t had the chance to meet many, but he goes in with a positive attitude as always!

What he didn’t expect was just how freaking attached he would get to the little creatures.

Not just the cute puppies and kittens, but the wildlife ones who were there for treatment as well.

He cried for the first time in years when he and the vet running the shelter released a now healthy possum that he’d gotten especially attached to.

After a while Keigo was allowed to run the night shift himself, as there was nothing to do besides keeping watch, and Keigo were just two years away from being a full fledged pro hero anyways.

He’s a little nervous the first night, but he truly has no reason to, because it all goes well.

Until there is a president knock on the door, that is.

Keigo knows there could be people coming in with animals all times of the night, so he sharpens a feather and carefully opens the door to peek out.

It’s hard to see the person outside properly because of the rain and the dark, but it’s clear that whoever it is isn’t bigger than Keigo, and is holding something gently in his arms, so Keigo opens the door.

The person stumbles inside on shaky legs, and Keigo is shocked to see it’s a boy, probably around his own age, gently cradling what looks a lot like a baby racoon.

The boy himself is wearing a oversized, ragged, and most of all wet hoodie, and his skin is shockingly pale, his turquoise eyes standing out in stark contrast to his pale skin and white hair.

He was kinda really pretty.

Also really skinny, pale and shaky, but most of all, pretty.

After a little back and fourth between them, mostly consisting of Keigo trying to understand the pretty boy’s raspy, quiet voice, but after a while Keigo has the raccoon in a warm and safe cage and have called the owner of the shelter.

Just as he’s about to turn around and thank the stranger, he realizes with a sinking feeling that the boy has already left.

Luckily, it doesn’t take that long until Keigo gets a second chance.

Two nights later, a familiar knock on the door makes Keigo’s wings fluff up and he excitedly runs for the door.

Once again the pretty boy is standing there, this time he’s carrying a small cardboard box filled with way too young kittens.

«Someone just left them,» the boy says in that quiet voice of his, and Keigo’s heart squeezes.

«I got it,» Keigo say with as much reassurance he could muster, and as he took the box from the boy he noticed just how thin and freezing his hands were.

Keigo had a feeling the boy wasn’t keen on accepting any charity, and the last thing he wanted to do was scare him off again, but luckily he thinks quick.

«Could you help me with them? Just for a few hours!»

The boy looks startled, but after a few beats he finally nods.

So together, the boys carefully warm up the tiny kittens, feed them some bottled milk, and make sure there’s no visible injuries on them.

When the sun starts rising, the boy gets antsy, and Keigo tells him it’s okay if he needs to leave.

«I could use your help again tonight you know?» Keigo adds shyly as they’re about to part in the doorway.

The boy looked up trough his fringe, meeting Keigo’s eyes straight on.

«Really?»

Keigo smiled.

«Yeah! They’re a lot of work, and it gets really lonley here at night anyways.»

The boy nodded slowly.

«I’ll try my best,» he said hoarsly, and Keigo nodded.

«One last thing?» Keigo added nervously.

«Yeah?» the boy asked, already halfway out the door.

«What’s your name?»

The boy looked paniced for a second, before he whispered the answer.

«It’s Touya.»

Keigo beamed.

«Cool! I’m Keigo!»

Touya actually smiled a little at that.

«Yeah, you told me that already Birdie.»

Keigo blushed and ran a hand trough his hair.

«Heh. Right.»

Touya smiled shyly before he dissapeared into the first signs of dusk.

Keigo was already looking forward to the next night shift.

For the next few weeks the boys kept this little routine up.

Keigo would sneaking buy some takeout and insist he got too much and didn’t want to throw out the leftovers, and Touya would pretend to believe him.

They would talk about very light and unpersonal topics, but they still get to know each other slowly, and get more comfortable around each other as they work with the kittens together.

When Keigo’s voulenteer period is close to ending, he’s real sad about it.

He tried to beg his handler for more time there, but the upper heads of the Commission flat out refuse.

Keigo hated himself for waiting until the last night to tell Touya. He was such a chickenshit.

He hates himself even more when he finds a letter on the doorstep when he arrives.

The tattered envelope only has one word on it.

«Birdie ~»

Keigo takes a deep breath, and opens the letter.

«Hey Birdie.

I’m so sorry for leaving this way.

I know you know my situation better than you want to admit, and you probably know that it’s a risky one.

I won’t tell you much, for your own sake, but I needed to say thank you.

For treating me like a person, and for pretending like you didn’t know I was starving, or that I needed a safe place to spend the nights.

I’ll never forget your kindness Birdie.

- T»

Keigo’s heart breaks for a million reasons that night, for the boy without a home, for the friend lost, and for the death of the warm feelings he’d been experiencing for the first time.

For the next two years Keigo kept that letter with him, the memories of the pale boy with the pretty eyes who was his first real friend one of the reasons he got trough the last gruelig years of Commission training and hero prepping.

A bit ironic, all things considering, but Keigo had no way of knowing that, yet.

Yet.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Hey look more shuffle song challenge

Run - Awolnation.

“You don't understand a thing do you?” Izumi asked. Her hands were in his pockets as she looked at the heroes in front of her.

 “Don’t understand what?” demanded the leader of the group. “You’re here against your will.” 

 “I’m a human being aren't I?” Izumi asked rhetorically. 

 “Huh?”

 “I’m human,” Izumi smiled, her eyes flashing black. “We’re all capable of horrible things aren’t we?” her grin only widened as her skin began bubbling. Her Quirk was coming in strong. She felt herself rise. “You should run,” she laughed right before he lunged. 

 They shouldn't have tried to talk her down.

 Just another group of idiots thinking they knew her.

Tears of Gold- Faouzia

 “I’m sorry Izuku,” Bakugou was at the door again. Izuku hadn't opened the door, the hero had to yell it. Izuku took out his phone to type out another message to security of his building, reminding them that he didn't want to be bothered by Bakugou. Not now, not ever. Not really anyway. 

 Not after what he did. 

 God Izuku should have known. He remembered thinking he'd been naive after everything. Remembered the tears pouring down his face. Remembering the fact Bakugou had only sent a text not anything else. 

 He'd been so stupid, so foolish to think things would change. 

 Izuku felt the tears in his eyes again, and wiped them away.

 He wouldn't cry over Bakugou again.

 Not now, not ever.

Thumbs -Sabrina Carpenter 

 Things were supposed to be better. Things were supposed to have changed. Things weren't supposed to repeat like some shitty rerun.

 Izuku clenched his hands, refusing to look at the new Commission. Or well, Committee. 

 It was the same shit over again. A power hungry force trying to fore certain heroes to the top to control society. 

 Izuku hadn't obeyed. Had focused on helping others. Most of his class had. 

 And because of this they were nothing. Old has been heroes despite being twenty-five while fame hungry heroes stole the spotlight.

 Izuku gritted his teeth, feeling the Quirk his father mockingly gave back under his skin.

 The cycle just would keep going wouldn't it?

Drag Me Down- One Direction

“Who is my biggest supporter?” Izuku repeated the question. He paused, humming.

 A few people smirked, or smiled shyly, thinking he would say them. Bakugou was ready to take the words, while Inko wanted to bury her face into her hands.

 “Ah that would be Iida! Or Ingenium!” Izuku said after a moment of thought. “He’s always been there for me since I started UA. He and Uravity were the ones who thought I would go far! He's been there for everything, from physical therapy for my arms, to villain fights, and more.” Izuku beamed. “I've never felt more supported than by him.”

 “Really?” the reporter laughed, smiling at the feel good story of friendship. 

 Izuku smiled, aware of what hornet's nest he’d just kicked. 

 He didn't quite mind.

Wait for It- Hamilton Sound Track

 Inko knew she made a lot of mistakes. From sleeping with a man not her husband, to not telling her son the truth of his parentage. To having to deal with the sham her marriage became. 

 To having her son walk away from her. Having him fall to the darkness because she couldn't support him. She was to scared to, terrified of what would happen to him.

 Now she had nothing. There was nothing for her here. Nothing to move on with. 

 There was only one thing she could do. She hovered at the edge of the group, listening to the pink girl describe the machine to take someone back in time.

 It doesn't take her a second to yank it to her. She held the eyes of the hero who tried to snatch it, pressing the button.

 She wouldn't wait to fix things.

Sorry not Sorry- Demi Lovato

“He seems sorry,” Kirishima said out loud, eyes lingering on the 1C table where Bakugou Katsuki was eating by himself.

 “I'm not,” Izuku snorted. He ate his Katsudon with no shame as Kirishima tried to look disapproving. “He's never been anything but rude and mean to me, I don't see why I need to feel sorry.”

 “He…” Kirishima hesitated. Nothing he could say wouldn't sound like victim blaming. It was like saying that Izuku had asked to be assaulted during the final exam that ended up with Bakugou failing. Or that Bakugou shouldn’t have listened to the teachers and stayed inside rather than leaving during the remedial lessons where he got kidnapped.

 “He deserves it,” Izuku said. It had taken a few sessions with Hound Dog, but he could say it with his full chest.

 Bakugou deserved it. Izuku took a twisted glee in rising high up in the hero course while Bakugou stagnated in general education, his attitude providing a great deterrent from ever getting back into his original track. 

 He should probably talk about that in therapy.

Stupid in Love - MAX, Huh Yunjin

“I’m in love with you,” JD blurted out, unable to stop the words. They covered their mouth. Inko jerked back, the green haired woman staring at the devil with a wide mouth. “Shit. Don’t-” they shook their head and turned away. Inko reached out to grab their arm.

 “It’s mutual.” she said. JD froze, before turning around to stare at her. She held their eyes, not looking away. They couldn't help the smile growing across their face, leaning forward to grab her face to plant a kiss on her lips. Her hands came up to cup their own cheeks, neither able to stop kissing.

 It wasn't their first kiss, the history of friends with benefits coming in.

 But it was their best.

Devil Saint - Luma, Yuppycult

Izuku printed off every piece of evidence. He marked them all, circling each moment. He was through. He did not flinch as he wrote everything down. He did not stop until it was all down.

 He sent each hero school a package. A package showing each horror Bakugou Katsuki and Aldera caused. Each bruise, each word. He then sent it to multiple new sources and sat back. 

 It was time to watch it burn.

Valhalla Calling- Miracle of Sound

“You’re crazy!” Shouto shouted as he caught Izumi from her jump. She shrugged.

 “And?” she smiled charmingly up at the other teen. “I’m not some damsel you can keep locked up Shouto. Now come on, let's get out of here!” the dancer jumped out of his arms and Shouto nearly broke down then. But he couldn't. No, he had to run to keep up with her gait. She flipped around the battlefield, mocking the villains who thought her weak, thought she would bend for them, thought she'd give up being a hero for pretty words.

 “If I die, I die as myself!” she shouted, jumping perfectly over a burst of blue flame. Shouto’s breath caught, eyes wide.

 She was so damn beautiful.

I’m a Mess- Bebe Rexha

Izumi hated how she felt. She hated how Dabi could twist her up like this. Hated how the memory of his arms made her want to cry. 

 She flipped down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

 He didn't love her. It was obvious to her. People didn't love her for who she was. They only wanted what she could give them, what she provided.

 For Dabi it was easy. Sex and intel was what he wanted and she got to feel loved.

 She knew that.

 So why did his fake love make her feel funny? Why did she keep playing with these games?

 God she felt ridiculous. 

 “Baby?” Dabi opened the door, and Izumi tucked away her thoughts, smiling.

 She'd enjoy it while it lasted.

 He was there and willing to pretend at least.

[naturesapphic]

Artist

Clarke griffin x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff :)

You were finishing a oil sketching of Clarke when she came inside with some berries she found. “Hey babygirl.” She greeted you softly and you quickly put away your sketchbook and went over to greet her. “Hi.” You said quietly and hooked your arms around her shoulders and gave her a quick peck on her lips. She pulled away from your slightly to look behind you “what’s that book you put away so fast? A diary or something you are hiding?” Clarke smirks and as a deep blush started covering your cheeks.

“N-no…it’s not a diary…it’s…something else.” You stuttered out and Clarke grew more and more curious by the second. “Can I see it?” She asked softly and you gave her a scared look which she noticed. “You don’t have to if you truly don’t want to baby. I was just curious is all.” She said giving you a small reassuring smile. You sighed and went over to the place you were sitting at and grabbed the book. You opened it and showed her the oil sketching you were doing of your girlfriend.

Her smile grew large and she gently took the book into her hands and started looking at every small detail you put into it. “Baby…I didn’t know you could draw! This is incredible! You are so talented my love.” She said as she gently put the book down and immediately hugged you into her strong embrace. You blushed wildly and hugged her back “thank you…I’m almost done with it but then you came in…I wanted it to be a surprise for you…” you said shyly and she giggled. “I’m sorry for ruining your surprise baby but know that I am definitely surprised.” Clarke said.

You smile and wrap your arms around her neck again and gave her a long passionate kiss which she gladly recuperated. You pulled back first and gave her a smile. “We definitely have to draw together from now on.” Clarke said and you nodded your head in agreement. “I agree.” You giggled as you placed your lips back on your girlfriend’s.

A/n: sorry this was so short but I couldn’t think of anything else but I hope that the person who requested it enjoys it and I hope everyone else does too. my Rhea ripley book is open for any requests and stuff and go check out the first imagine I posted! I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here's my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y'all!

[one-way-dream]

Temple (Commission)

Rating: General

Words: 2400+

Media: Danganronpa, Super Danganronpa 2,

Characters/Pairings: Hajime Hinata/Nagito Komaeda, Hajime Hinata, Nagito Komaeda, Kazuichi Souda (Mentioned), Mahiru Koizumi (Mentioned)

Tags: Post-Canon, Post-SDR2, Established Relationship, Daily Life, Fluff, Comfort, Showering Together, Non-sexual Intimacy

Warnings: N/A

Chapter: 1/1

Link to the original work

AO3 Summary/Except:

It was like they were young teenagers again; able to make mistakes, able to make amends, able to move on. Really, whoever said that being a teenager would be the peak of their youth was lying – he wouldn’t give any of this up for the world, even with the sins they carried.

He wouldn’t give Nagito up for the world. He was his world.

Author's Notes:

Commission for anonymous! ❤❤❤ Thank you so much for commissioning me! I care about them so much. :"]

As soon as Hajime tumbles through the front door of their cottage, Nagito can’t fight the smile off of his face.

It’s equal parts endearing and concerning how his boyfriend worked so earnestly – whether it was island repairs, new projects, or work from the mainland, Hajime was always the most reliable.

Which was why he believed that their evenings together were the most important part of the day.

Nagito scoots off the edge of the bed and lazily swings his legs onto the cool floor, prosthesis long retired for the day and tucked away safely in their bedside table drawer, energy dialled down to a relaxed buzz. He chuckles lightly at Hajime’s dishevelled state, “Rough day?”

The other man fixes him a tired look that said all that needed to be said, immediately drawing a laugh out of Nagito. The grease marks lining his skin were a sure tell of what had transpired for the day: Kazuichi Souda’s antics. Nagito shakes his head, pushing himself off the bed and padding across the room to press a light kiss onto the cleanest part of his cheek. Still, he knew Hajime didn’t miss the way his nose scrunched up.

Hajime sighs heavily, his shoulders visibly drooping with the action as he cracked his neck a few times to make sure that, yes, he was still alive, and yes, he still had a few bones left in his body. Nagito knew this routine well enough by now, it being a daily occurrence and all, but his boyfriend had never really come home this unkempt before. Right now, his usually bedhead-looking spiky hair looked more like an angry bird’s nest more than anything.

Something had to be done about that, and thankfully, this was where Nagito’s role came in.

He turns away, heading into the washroom and dampening a washcloth with hot water before heading back into their bedroom. He finds Hajime with a frown on his face as he starts undoing the buttons on his shirt, the black grime on his hands spreading to his grey button-up and making him grimace at the mess. He huffs, probably making a mental note to never let Kazuichi goad him into sticking his arm into an engine pipe that had way too much old lubricant to be considered anything but a fire hazard. Or at least, Nagito hopes that isn’t the case. Again.

Nagito brings the washcloth to Hajime’s face, gently wiping away at the grease staining his cheeks and forehead. The other shyly smiles, eyes fluttering shut as he leans into the touch wordlessly. Nagito smiles before playfully pinching his nose, and getting a disgruntled noise and a pout. “Come on, I still have to run a bath for you. You can’t fall asleep just yet.”

As he shrugs off the button up and gets to work on his belt, Hajime sighs again before relenting, “S’pose you’re right. I’m kinda sick of smelling like shit.”

“And I’m sick of you getting grease everywhere you touch. That stuff’s hard to clean off of fabric, you know!” He teasingly chirps, backing away to hold the door open with an exaggerated pose, “Let’s go, tough guy. The bath should be ready by the time we finish showering.”

Hajime shuffles into the bathroom, discarding pieces of clothing one by one and dumping them in a corner on the floor. He didn’t trust his clothes not to stain anything in the half-filled laundry hamper. Nagito turns the faucet of the bathtub and adds the kampo herb sachet into the tub. He makes quick work of his own clothing, pulling his loose blue t-shirt over his head and slipping off his fuzzy pajama pants and underwear and letting them drop to the floor, where he lightly kicks them in the direction of the laundry hamper to put away later.

In hindsight, wearing pants that were warm and plushy was probably a mistake given the heat warnings and suffocating island humidity. They couldn’t even turn on the AC because it triggered his chronic arm pain, so decking their cottage out with a large ceiling fan and other smaller fans had to do the trick. He sighed internally, thinking about how he really owed Hajime a lot for putting up with his little issues. But at the same time, he thinks, if Hajime were in a similar place, he wouldn’t think of it as a burden. It'd simply be second-nature to look after his partner’s needs.

Nagito casts a sideways glance to an unknowing and distracted Hajime with a smile, slightly aware of the way his heart thrummed in his chest just being around the other man. He closes the distance between them and presses a kiss to the side of his bare shoulder and rests his head there, taking Hajime by surprise with a slight yelp before he quickly melted under the saccharine affection.

“You okay?” His voice is soft, concerned in a way that makes Nagito’s heart flutter a little.

“Mhmm,” Nagito hummed, savouring the skin-to-skin intimacy for a few moments longer before he pulled away, “Now let’s head in.”

Hajime pushes the shower curtains aside and holds it there for Nagito as he follows, the latter peering over his shoulder as he twists the faucet knob counter-clockwise and lets the cold water run and pool at his feet until it’s warm to the touch. Nagito flinches at the sudden spray of water overhead as the showerhead bursts to life, soaking them both in seconds. Hajime looks over his shoulder, “Is the water warm enough for you or do you need it a little hotter?”

Truthfully it was a tad bit cooler than his liking, but he can’t expect Hajime to stoop to his level of scalding hot water when he was the kind of freak of nature to take cold showers in the morning and enjoy them. Seriously, he would never let him live that down for as long as he lived. But still, compromises must be made in the name of love, and so he smiles gently and lets the little white lie slip, “It’s perfect.”

He grins back at Nagito and nods although not without the slightest narrowing of his eyes in suspicion. Thankfully, lying wasn’t something he did often, nor did he take pleasure in it – white lies or otherwise.

The corner of the shower had an arrangement of products, most of them Nagito’s after he’d finally started to invest in self-care a little more and took the recommendations the other girls threw at him, with equal parts concern and enthusiasm, of course.

Hajime on the other hand was a hopeless case, making do with a 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner and calling it a day after just barely lathering on enough soap to be called hygiene. It was partially the reason why he offered to join him for showers in the evenings – the other reason being that he would take any chance he’d get to spend time with Hajime after a long day of work and chores.

He watches Hajime lather up the pineapple body wash gel all over his body, scrubbing behind his ears, under his arms, and thankfully also his legs. Nagito almost had a heart attack when he heard the words ‘the water just sorta gets to it’. He rinses his hands under the stream of water and takes a dab of face cleanser to finish off, handing it off behind him with a scrunched-up expression from a face full of soap suds. Nagito chuckles airily at the sight, taking the bottles one by one and working the soap all over his body as well.

They both wash off, Hajime mostly clean of engine grime besides his hair, as he picks up and studies the shampoo bottle, all the while looking a little woozy from the steam.

“Here, let me do it.” Nagito takes the shampoo bottle and opens it with a swift audible click, pouring the soap into his palm and slightly lathering it before working it into Hajime’s mess of wet hair. They’d done this plenty of times before while showering together, alternating for each other every so often, but he never grows tired of it, never feels like it isn’t special.

He massages Nagito’s favourite coconut-scented shampoo into his scalp in circular motions, the other immediately relaxing at his touch. The sound of Hajime’s pleased groans and hums makes his heart race a little, as foamy grey soap suds slip through his fingers and wash away into the shower drain.

When the water runs clear, free of any grime or dirt, Hajime turns around with a smile to brush a kiss on Nagito’s head, which he takes with a satisfied smile of his own. It’s only then that they finally turn off the water and slip into the warmth of the medicinal herb bath together, hand in hand.

-x-

“Darjeeling or chamomile?”

Hajime looks between the two jars of tea leaves and his boyfriend scouring for his glasses, their book abandoned on the edge of their bed. Nagito answers over the sound of clutter without looking up, “Darjeeling today, I think.”

“Got it.” He smiles, setting the tea infuser aside with two teaspoons of leaves, “By the way, your glasses are on your head.”

The words drop like a thwack on the head when Nagito reaches up to find his thin, black-rimmed glasses were in fact on his head and realising he was probably going insane. Hajime scoffs to himself a little, knowing that he’s seen worse and survived.

“Here,” Their fingertips brush as Hajime hands the mug of tea over, setting aside a plate of biscuits on the side table. They sipped their tea in amicable silence for a little while before Hajime piped up again, “By the way, I didn't know we still had Koizumi’s tea biscuits leftover.”

“Ah, they’re actually not leftovers – she came by today when she heard my pain flared up again this morning and dropped a fresh batch off for us.”

Hajime hummed in affirmation before fixing him a tender gaze and settling down beside him on the bed, “Speaking of that, are you sure you’re feeling okay now? I know you said you felt better by the afternoon, but—”

“Hajime…” Nagito’s hand lays atop of his own, a little warm from the heat of the tea mug, “I’m fine, I promise. I just slept on it funny I think, or maybe I nudged it against something in my sleep. I think it’ll always be a little sensitive, so it’s nothing to worry about.”

A huff leaves him in response as he abandons his emptied cup on the side and moves behind Nagito on the bed, cocooning him with his body, “You know I can’t help but worry about you.”

Nagito doesn’t respond, and instead instinctively leans into the warmth and shuffles closer, emptying his cup and setting it beside Hajime’s in a way that lets the handles touch. Hajime doesn’t really understand why he does it, but it makes them both feel happier somehow.

The two of them settled back into silence as Nagito cracked open the book they were reading together; an English post-apocalyptic book about two boys that found love and companionship in each other. It wasn’t difficult English, thankfully – it was straightforward enough for them to both follow along at an easy pace, Hajime reading over Nagito’s shoulder and humming every time he’d caught up to Nagito, who was easily the faster reader of the two. They’d spent countless evenings like this in comfortable silence, their bodies relaxed from a pleasant bath and the somewhat-floral notes of fruit in Darjeeling still coating their taste buds, complemented by the light buttery taste of Mahiru’s biscuits.  

Hajime observes the other lost in the book with a smile and brushes a light kiss to the helix of Nagito’s right ear, earning a surprised yet contented noise (not unlike a cat) from the man nestled against his chest. He looks up, surprised and a faint pink dusted across his features, “What’s up?”

“Nothing.” He says simply, “But… have I ever told you how much you mean to me?”

“Hmm…” Nagito slides the bookmark in and sets the book aside, twisting his body to face the other a little better. A cheeky grin rests on his face instead of the flush Hajime was hoping for, “Can’t say that you have. Mind repeating it for me?”

Agh. God. He can’t win against this guy, can he?

Still, two could play at that game. “…Alright then.”

Hajime puts on a fake serious face and leans down, placing a kiss on the top of his partner’s nose. Soft, gentle. And then another on the bridge of his cheekbone, then the faintest mole on the corner of his mouth. Soon enough, a few kisses turned into a dozen small pecks everywhere his mouth could reach from his angle.

And the view? Glorious.

Nagito’s face was burning, heat radiating off of his cheeks and the tips of his ears where Hajime had placed his first unsuspecting kiss were now a bright red.

And then he attacked Nagito’s weakness – his neck.

Immediate reaction, Hajime proudly noted.

Nagito squirmed helplessly and thrashed to the best of his ability, trapped in Hajime’s strong arms as his huffs debilitated into a burst of laughter he failed to suppress, “Okay stop it, stop it, don’t kiss me there, I’m ticklish— Hajime—!”

His pathetic pleas were cut off by a final press of his boyfriend’s lips against his own. Warm, loving, grateful. Hajime felt the other immediately quit resisting, instead exhaling through his nose contentedly and making a pleased hum into the kiss before they pulled apart. Even though they’d been dating for two years and friends for even longer, he still couldn’t quite fight the blush that creeped onto his face every time they kissed.

It was like they were young teenagers again; able to make mistakes, able to make amends, able to move on. Really, whoever said that being a teenager would be the peak of their youth was lying – he wouldn’t give any of this up for the world, even with the sins they carried.

He wouldn’t give Nagito up for the world. He was his world.

And his world gazed back up at him with flecks of silver in his eyes, stars scattered across a verdant winter grey as he raised a hand to brush Hajime’s cheek, something like a shy smile adorning his expression. It came as a slow realisation when Hajime found out that he finally knew what it meant to love unconditionally, wholeheartedly.

If Nagito thought that he put his all into his work, he had no idea how much he put into adoring him.

[poptimus-prime]

Something I wrote to stretch my writing muscle out today bc I’ve been job hunting and/or bedridden all August and I have a commission and a zine piece to finish. (This work is related to neither.)

Miko walked down the aisle of drinks with wide eyes, seemingly overwhelmed by her choices. Jack followed, mostly disinterested as he waited to pick up his usual drink–a Redbull–so it wouldn’t get warm while he waited for Miko to make her selection.

“I still don’t understand how you can drink those.” Stormy signed to him, their voice stuck in the back of their throat. “They kinda taste…bad to me.”

“Yeah, well, I like the way they taste.” Jack shrugged. “I have a refined palette.”

“If by refined you mean a hankering for battery acid.” Miko stuck her tongue out. She stole a sip of his drink at one point, and immediately regretted it. She paused and her eyes widened as a can caught her attention from her peripheral–a pink one. She immediately opened the fridge and reached for it. She tilted her head, having difficulty reading the writing at the bottom due to its font spacing. “I want this one. The…Strawberry Dreams Monster?”

“I’ve had that one. It’s pretty good.” Stormy summarized while they held an Ultra Watermelon under their arm, and Jack interpreted for Miko. The girl flapped her empty hand a little, excited to taste her new treasure. Stormy smiled at her antics before turning to Raf, who had tugged on their sweater sleeve while holding his selection. Stormy had to hand it to him that he knew exactly what he wanted every single time–lemonade flavored Bug Juice and a black bag of sour gummy worms. They were convinced that if 7/11 stopped selling either, he would simply wither away.

“Can I get these?” Raf asked quietly, and Stormy nodded. They had offered to pay for Raf and Miko, and he really wasn’t asking for much. They let him hold onto their sleeve, and he trailed along behind them as they continued to make their own selection. They were having difficulty making a choice, standing in the chip aisle with their free hand on their hip. Raf shyly waved at someone else who had just come into the gas station, immediately hiding his face in Stormy’s arm.

They turned to see Jack standing next to them as he picked up Takis–the ones in the wildest shade of blue Stormy had ever seen. Jack could take spice deceptively well; he was banned from using hot peppers while cooking for the Darby household because his spice tolerance was that much higher than the rest of the family.

Stormy sighed and took a bag of cheese Chex Mix. Eventually, Miko returned to them with her drink and a bag of sour candy straws Stormy swore this gas station stopped selling, but nevertheless they would buy for her. Now that they were all ready, Stormy proceeded to the checkout, allowing Jack to go first as he was paying for himself.

The gas station attendant, having seen these kids time and again, greeted them all with familiarity. By now, he knew enough about them, he thought. Jack was the one that tried way too hard to be cool and inevitably fumbled right at the end. He knew that Stormy didn’t talk (at least, never to him) and Raf would hide behind them; Miko, however, would gladly run her mouth to him without restraint. He didn’t regret it–she was the only other person in this backwater town who enjoyed Slash Monkey.

Once they exited the gas station, they walked to the park, occasionally pausing to look into shop windows and gawk at the items for sale inside. Miko asked constant questions, and the others answered them with ease. By the time they got to the park and began tearing into their haul, it was still light out, but cooler as the afternoon turned into the evening. In the corner of the park, far away from the street, was their favorite table under a tree. It was perfectly shaded at this time of day, and provided some peace for the four of them.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that their antics end.

“These chips are so spicy, Jack, what the fuck?” Miko whined, taking another sip of her drink to try to wash the heat out of her mouth. The boy offered her one, and just like the Redbull, she regretted partaking.

Jack just laughed quietly, his fingertips and mouth an unnatural shade of blue from his snack. He had to slam his fist against the park bench to let something out, and Miko responded by flicking the back of his head.

“Shut up, Jack.” She huffed.

“I didn’t say anything, dude!” Jack replied, and the two began their lighthearted squabbling. A near daily occurrence.

Stormy and Raf watched quietly from the other side of the table, the older giving the occasional piece of pretzel to the child. He munched on it, his gummy worms long gone. The sun was setting, and Bulkhead would be there soon to pick them up.

But it was an afternoon well spent.

[ajgrey9647]

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character:

Towards your Quad Life version of Drakkon: If the Coinless Jason og re-emerged from the deepest recesses of Red's subconscious in the aftermath of the foursome marriage, how would he (and subsequently the younger men) react?

Inside the Character’s Studio

A la ‘Inside the Actor’s Studio’…

The stage is set with our beloved ‘Quad Life’ cast seated side by side in their personalized actor’s chairs. From left to right we have with us: Drakkon aka David (sometimes) aka ‘bad ‘Tommy’, Coinless Jason Scott (CJ) aka Red aka Jamie (on occasion), Prime Universe Tommy Oliver, the White Ranger, and Prime Universe Jason Scott, the Red Omega Ranger.

AJ: Good afternoon, all! This is AJ Grey, your wild and crazy fanfic author in the Power Ranger’s universe. I don’t often get to sit down and chat with my guys, but thanks to this lovely Tumblr prompt, here we are! It’s nice to get a chance to talk one on one without having to hurriedly scribble down what you all are doing…

Drakkon: Yeah, that’s a little perverted and creepy. Just saying…

Tommy: (hisses under his breath) Shut up, dude, and let the lady talk! Damn! Like you probably rethink saying that about anyone else…

Drakkon: (rolls eyes) I never said that it was a bad thing, White Ranger.

AJ: Annyyywwwaaayyyssss…… We opened the ‘asks’ for questions related to my endearing OC’s. That’d be you, ‘David’ and ‘Red.’

(AJ opens an envelope the color of a robin’s egg)

AJ: (grins evilly) And the first question is for you, ‘David’, you nutty son of a bitch!

Drakkon/David: (gulping Mountain Dew and nearly chokes in surprise, eyes wide) For me? How charming! I wasn’t expecting one, to be honest. Most people hate me and for good reason, I know. I thought ‘Red’, our lovable… what’s the word? Oh, yes… whumpee… would be the man of the hour.

(He blows a little kiss to ‘Red’, who blushes shyly and looks away.)

AJ: (gives a low whistle after reading the question inside) So, that means you’re open to answering? Because this one’s a doozey!

Drakkon/David: (grins like the Cheshire Cat) Go for it. I’m not used to taking questions from anyone besides the usual ‘Why are you doing this to me?’, ‘Why won’t you just kill me?’, or ‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’ This will be a lark….

AJ: Alright. From my pal, Augment-Techs: To Drakkon, if the Coinless Jason (OG) re-emerged from the deepest recesses of ‘Red's’ subconscious in the aftermath of the foursome marriage, how would he (AJ looks to Prime Tommy and Prime Jason), and subsequently the younger men, react?

(All four characters look at each other nervously, unsure what to say)

Tommy: (laughs a little with anxiety) Dude, you might be fucked if that happens….

(The others chuckle awkwardly. ‘Red’ fidgets with his hands in his lap.)

Drakkon/David: (glares at Tommy) Excuse me, Thomas, but the question was directed at me. Hmmmm…. That is a very ‘loaded’ ask… and is rather coincidental considering our hateful little scribe, AJ, just commissioned another piece from Skyland of my darling and the little duckling together… The rough line sketch was just precious…

AJ: (clears throat) Are you going to answer or just deflect? I think you know you might be up Shit Creek, but we’re all waiting for your response to Augment’s question.

(‘David’ narrows his eyes at AJ before lowering his head and appears to be considering the implications of CJ’s return. ‘Red’ slowly reaches over and pats his forearm.)

Drakkon/David: (sighs softly) We’ve all had this conversation quite a few times, to be honest. No one is really sure what, if anything, CJ might be aware of during everything that’s happened. He could be watching and listening, though if he is, we don’t know why he isn’t communicating with us. How he might react hinges heavily on that consideration.

(‘David’ pauses and his hand covers ‘Red’s’, which is still resting on his forearm.)

Drakkon/David: If he is aware of all that has transpired between the four of us, he would see the evolution of both ‘Red’ and I and our relationship and how we’ve changed for the better since coming here. That doesn’t mean I expect him to forgive me and continue on as before as my partner. I would have to accept that he may want to venture out into the world on his own since he would recognize and be comfortable in the Prime Universe. It’s like his life before I infected it.

(He pauses again, his expression becoming sad and troubled at the image of CJ/Red leaving. Tommy and Jason also look forlorn.)

Tommy: (softly) We’d all accept and support his decision. It’s only right. All of us are together by choice and he isn’t a prisoner anymore. The sight of Drakkon and I might repulse him.

Jason: I would hope that ‘Red’ might have a head’s up or awareness that CJ was ‘waking up’ so they could stay away and let me talk to him first. In either scenario, I think that would be the best for him and for their safety. Particularly if he ISN’T aware of our group relationship. Coming back and seeing two Drakkons could cause him to react violently.

Drakkon/David: Jason is the closest approximation to CJ that we have even without him experiencing the trauma I inflicted. That’s where it’s a grey area though. What I did was heinous and changed him profoundly even before ‘Red’ came into existence.

Jason: I know how I would respond or how I think I might. But he went through things I’ve never conceived of doing to someone and of course, that would greatly alter my mindset.

CJ/Red: (speaks up gently, a corner of his mouth twitching) Alter…

(The others grow quiet and look at the grey-haired man, who slowly looks up from his hand covering ‘David’s’ forearm.)

CJ/Red: That word… I know that’s what I am. An alternate personality. A hijacker, a parasite maybe. This body isn’t really mine because I was never meant to exist. And here I am living this beautiful life now while CJ might be stranded in my head somewhere suffering. It isn’t fair to him. (sniffs) I got a second chance, a new life after torment, after being a monster…

(AJ passes over a box of tissue)

CJ/Red: (dabs his eyes) Thanks… (sniffs again) I really think he’s in there somewhere. He’s not ‘gone’. When I learned the truth about myself after ‘David’ and I came to this universe, I could literally feel his rage and agitation drifting around my head like snowflakes. Those feelings were not ‘my’ feelings, though I obviously was feeling the same.

(Drakkon lifts his arm and puts it around Red’s back, rubbing between his shoulder blades.)

CJ/Red: I was created to keep CJ alive, by being a good pet and avoiding further physical and mental damage. But I lost my way and turned into a demon. If he was aware of everything, then he could see what I’d become and what I did. I’m afraid he would be angry and ashamed of me. Then when I made the choice to stay with Drakkon instead of killing him, beating his ass better, or running off, I stayed with him, knowing what he did to CJ and how he deceived me…. He would be disappointed.

(Jason gets up from his chair and moves to stand behind ‘Red’, wrapping his arms around him in a tender embrace. He kisses his temple and whispers loving murmurs in his ear.)

CJ/Red: I don’t know for sure, but just from what I felt when I learned the truth, I think he still exists and maybe he DOES have some awareness of the outside world. When I couldn’t take the rage, guilt, shame, and embarrassment a minute longer, I… ‘spoke’ to him, well, I HOPED I conveyed to him what I was feeling. I asked for some grace at that moment in time and the ‘other’ emotions seemed to fade.

Sometimes, I feel like I ‘carry’ CJ like a frightened child, which isn’t really that far from being true, I guess. He was an innocent kiddo underneath that Ranger uniform. He was 17, which to me in my 40’s, is waayyy too young, that’s still just a baby. And his… our… parents are dead along with any other family and friends. He’s missed out on his formative years and so much life experience. Maybe that’s why he lets me stay in the driver’s seat. Perhaps CJ sees me as the ‘adult in charge’? I don’t know…

Drakkon/David: If CJ were to ‘wake up’, regardless of his knowledge, at the very least I could give him a proper apology before he tears me a new one. He may not believe it, but he deserves to hear ‘I’m sorry’ from me, something he probably never imagined I would say. Not as I was when he knew me. And at the time, I was incapable of feeling guilt, remorse, love, empathy, or compassion. That was only after Red and I arrived in the Prime Universe. I could see the error of what I’d done even if I’m still a grouchy dick the majority of the time.

My darling is a resilient, loving, talented, and sweet man, as no doubt Tommy and Jason will agree. What evil he says he committed was only due to my orders, not his own volition. And I feel positive that CJ would know that and place the blame where it is properly due.

(AJ nods in agreement.)

Tommy: (nuzzles ‘Red’s’ other side) Red is very kindhearted, the caregiver of our family. I know that would count for a lot with ‘my’ Jason so CJ would see that too, even if he’s upset initially. And I would hate for him to look at me with terror, that my face would be hard for him to look upon. Because I love Red deeply. And as Drakkon said, I have no doubt that CJ gave him hell, that he was incredibly strong and brave. He had to be… Because he LIVED.

I think Jason’s right. Drakkon and I would have to give CJ space, leave him alone with Jason and let him decide what he wants. With no pressure or anything from us.

CJ/Red: (feeling better with so much love surrounding him) We also don’t know what CJ waking up would mean for me. Would we just switch places with him existing in the world with me along for the ride? Would I fade away or pop like a bubble? Would he and I find a way to coexist together?

Drakkon/David: From what I have read in my research into ‘Red’s’ condition, it is possible for he and CJ to integrate. Essentially, what could happen is that his sense of ‘self’ will have both sets of memories and personality characteristics. Often, an alter will have a similar function or role or attributes that makes it easy for them to come together. Or they can remain separate in a sort of ‘co-consciousness’ and work together.

Jason: (hugs Red tighter) No matter what happens if that day comes, it won’t change how we feel about you. We will always love you and support you and CJ. If he is aware, I hope that he can hear us and know that he is welcome too.

Tommy: We don’t want CJ to feel that he can’t come back because he isn’t wanted or missed or loved as much as Red is. That simply isn’t true. We might have to learn how best to support him in his healing and how to avoid inadvertently causing him distress, but I know we are all willing to do that.

CJ/Red: (smiles) Even ‘David’ has taken steps and put in the work to deal with his own trauma and behaviors. I think that would count for something too with CJ, that ‘David’ can face his issues and admit guilt and remorse and a willingness to change. He didn’t have any of that back in the Coinless Universe.

AJ: (sniffles) That’s why I love you guys. Even you, asshole. You’re learning. You all are. And you are there for each other, protect each other. Oh, and of course, you do stupid shit that makes me laugh.

Drakkon/David: I think you’re just there for smut….

AJ: So? Do you really care? I give you guys free reign. You even override my authority as author when it suits you!

(They all shake their heads dramatically.)

AJ: I write about other shit too…. Don’t forget I just write what you all are doing so maybe take a cold shower or two and I wouldn’t have spicy scenes to write.

Drakkon/David: Hell no! Unless its with ‘Red’ or Jason. Or both preferably….

AJ: Alright then! It’s been fun, but I’m gonna go grab the garden hose. If we get more questions, we can reconvene up here and shoot the shit… Till next time!

[cavalierious-whim]

The Way of Trust (NeuWrioLette)

Part of 'by the strange pull'.

Wriothesley gives Neuvillette an unexpected gift.

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Neuvillette thumbs over the box delicately, considering its heft in his palm.

Wriothesley fidgets. He wrings his fingers with a sort of nervousness rarely seen from him. “I—well. Sedene told me that today is your birthday, which must not be public knowledge. I bet if the city knew, it’d be a holiday.”

Neuvillette cracks a soft grin at the thought. “Not everyone is as prone to theatrics when it comes to one’s day of birth as, perhaps, Lady Furina is. I, in particular, have never really celebrated it.”

“No?” Wriothesley blinks, tilting his head slightly. He smells—well, as he always does; leather, machine oil, and citrus. Quiet comfort like the tea and cream he enjoys at most hours of the day. Relaxed, he’s so relaxed. Wriothesley sits with his back to the door because he trusts Neuvillette.

And now, he’s brought him a gift. Warmth bleeds through his chest as his alpha squirms in delight.

“Ah, maybe that shouldn’t be a surprise. I know that you don’t really—” Wriothesley gestures vaguely. “In any case, there isn’t a need to think much of it—”

“Why not?”

Wriothesley blinks. He rubs at the back of his neck. “Well… I mean. Do you want to?”

What an absurd question. Neuvillette finally looks at him and finds that Wriothesley's face is pink with embarrassment. Endearing. Sweet. Not for the first time Neuvillette thinks, what a perfect ma—

“Are you not my beloved?” asks Neuvillette, cutting that thought short. “Am I to not enjoy a gift from my partner?”

Mate, his hindbrain corrects, the alpha in his blood annoyed by the strict line that’s been drawn. Wriothesley would be receptive. Wriothesley would crave it too, but there are too many things they haven’t discussed, and ignoring it is the best for Neuvillette’s sanity. 

But, Wriothesley brought him a gift, and that is something that makes his alpha purr deep in his chest. Sublime. Everything about this is sublime, from the messy wrapping of the box to the ill-hidden adoration that wracks Wriothesley's being. 

Neuvillette is… comforted. At first, it’d been mere interest, then it’d been an experiment. And now they complement each other in a way that cannot be described. There is a strange pull between them, like the moon tugging at the tide. Effortless, even when they bicker. Just right, even when they struggle with their instincts. 

He thumbs over the crumpled edge of the wrapping paper where it’s hastily taped. “I’m no artist,” mutters Wriothesley as Neuvillette inspects it. 

“Precisely why I love this. It reminds me of your—”

“Yeah, I’m a mess.”

Neuvillette clicks his tongue. “I was going to say mildly unrefined nature.”

“Oh, that’s definitely better.”

“It is what I enjoy most about you.”

Wriothesley looks away shyly. “I—look, are you going to open it?”

“After I finish enjoying the painstaking craftsmanship of the wrapping—”

“Fuck’s sake, enough of the teasing.” Wriothesley groans, dragging a hand down his face. “And don’t give me that look!”

Neuvillette’s expression is merely amused, his mouth curled into a grin. “A birthday gift,” he muses, slipping his finger into the paper to pull it open. “As I said earlier, my birthday is something of little consequence, merely a day that I picked out of convenience.”

Wriothesley stills at that. “Wait, it’s not really…”

“I know next to nothing about my beginnings, and while I’m curious about many things related, the day of my birth isn’t one of them.”

“I—” Wriothesley's throat bobs. “So, that’s something we share, then.”

Neuvillette quirks an eyebrow, pausing in his efforts to open the box. 

Wriothesley rubs his neck, suddenly put on the spot. “No, no, it’s… After my trial, I threw it all away, which you know. When filling out the paperwork for Meropide, I gave my admittance day as my birthday. Fresh start and all that.” He pauses, his face wrinkling—and suddenly, Wriothesley looks his age, a little weary and worn. So handsome. “Wow, this topic is a little ironic considering the gift.”

Neuvillette cannot fathom what that means but interest pricks his brain. And really, he’d rather comfort Wriothesley whose scent has been fouled by the acrid tang of anxiety. Neuvillette’s alpha begs for him to slip close and drown in his scent, but first—

He tugs the box free from its wrappings and pulls the lid away. Inside sits a card, and underneath that, a beautiful brush with a mother-of-pearl handle, and bristles of soft horsehair. The card is simple. Penned inside are sweet nothings that Neuvillette traces with the tips of his claws. 

And then he notices the signature.

“This is—”

“Yeah, don’t say that aloud. Please.” There’s that nervousness, that anxiety again, souring the air.

“Wriothesley—”

“It’s my name. My—well. I don’t prefer it. I’ll never prefer it, but I felt that you should at least… know.”

Neuvillette has never known. When Wriothesley was questioned at the hospital in his youth, he’d given his current name for trial paperwork. And Neuvillette has never asked, he’s never—he swallows around the lump in his throat. “This is… the gift,” he says quietly. Suddenly, the box in his hand feels quite heavy.

“The brush is a nice bonus.”

Neuvillette reaches out, fingers curling around Wriothesley's wrist. He leans close, thankful that Wriothesley took the seat next to his. “Beloved,” he says, “you’ve given me…”

“I trust you.” Wriothesley smells solid. Whatever anxiety he had has melted away and the only thing left is the unfettered, divine scent of his adoration. “I trust you, and to what extent is hard to articulate.” 

Neuvillette thinks, as he has a thousand times, that he loves this man. And when he sweeps close to kiss him, Wriothesley is quick to reciprocate. It is sweet and searching. Their alphas heel, far too pleased at the moment to worry about their differences. Oh, how they work together, perfectly paired as their lips meld into one and their tongues brush. 

When they part, Wriothesley asks, “Later, I want to brush your hair. We can sit out on the balcony and listen to the sounds of the city as I work out those tangles, and you can drink whatever fancy water Sedene gives you, and you can pretend to enjoy that cake Furina’s assistant picked out, and—”

Neuvillette leans close, his mouth near Wriothesley's ear. He murmurs something softly—so softly that no one else would hear, even if they weren’t alone.

Wriothesley's breath hitches. “That’s—”

Neuvillette’s name; his first name, his given name that not even their Archon knows, whispered so sweetly against Wriothesley's temple. “Be careful how you use it,” he says, pressing a kiss there. 

It is not often that Neuvillette acts on impulse. His actions are, typically, carefully calculated. But with Wriothesley, he indulges, allowing himself to be guided by instinct and want.

And oh, he wants this, whatever this is, this feeling in his chest that is warm and soft, and that comforts him on the cold nights. That makes his chest ache when they are too busy to see each other, and that compels him to not just take, but to give and give and give.

“A braid,” he says then, thumbing over Wriothesley's mouth as he does his best not to make a mess of it. “I would like for you to braid my hair, later.”

Neuvillette thinks that the warm smile Wriothesley gives him is the best gift of all.

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Mortem ad Wrens Chapter 3: Pouches of... Jelly

Summary:

tw: drugs, gang life, crime, drinking/intoxication mention, homelessness, ed behaviors Boss: what do you have? Akira: A knife! Boss: NO

Notes:

Sorry! Just realized I didn't actually post this chapter ‘text‘ is JSL Text is thoughts

Recovery Girl kept Akira in her office until the end of the school day to monitor their concussion and help raise their body mass with an IV and gummy bears. Overall, new Lichtenburg patterns to trace for a couple of days and bruised ribs weren’t the worst injuries to come away with after what happened.

As the school day wrapped up, Koda shyly entered the office and signed something to Recover Girl as she approached. She shrugged and gestured to Akira, who sat up a bit more.

'Sorry I didn't interpret for you,' Koda signed shyly. 'I froze, and I know it hurts to not have a voice.'

Akira blinked in surprise at the apology and reassured, 'I can understand that, especially to All Might. I'm going to request an interpreter for his class, but the teachers are supposed to be fluent. At least that's what the information booklet said.'

Recovery Girl sighed, "He is supposed to be, dearie, but the Commission fast-tracked his employment here. All Might is working on a few of the qualifications that are standard. I'm having dinner with my kids and grandkids tonight, would you like to join us? I can give you a ride there and back to your house if you let your guardians know."

Akira slipped a small smile on their face as they shook their head. 'My family's celebrating my first day tonight. Thank you, though.'

Aizawa, looking as cheery as usual, was waiting for them outside Recovery Girl’s office with their backpack. ‘Did you want to speak with me or are you waiting on Recovery Girl?’ they asked.

Aizawa stared at them a long moment before sighing. ‘Next time you need more food, whichever teacher is present will write you a note. Otherwise, I expect you to communicate with the faculty whether you feel the need to or not. If you pull this again, you will be expelled from the Hero Course.’

Akira nodded stiffly and gave a shallow bow before snatching their backpack and hurrying with their cane towards the locker room for their duffle bag. Their pack weighed a little more than it had this morning, but as they hefted it, the extra weight was light enough to probably be from lunch. Akira caught the last bus and train leaving for the warehouse district, grateful that their U.A. ID let them ride the train for free. Very few people were on the train this late, mostly blue-collar workers and people who had little elsewhere to be. While they checked their phones and evening newspapers, Akira pulled out their math homework.

Eventually, Akira got off on the second to last stop with Arata, the local drunk, and made sure he was headed in the right direction before heading towards Blue Fang territory. At least there, they didn’t have to worry about being beaten up for sleeping in the wrong warehouse or unintentionally running into troublemakers.

At this point, all the regulars knew Mortis, the one who’s getting out. A few of the other unhoused kids teased them about trying to become a hero as Mortis headed to the back of the bar. Slamming the door open, jammed as it had been for years, Mortis rapidly signed, ‘Hey Boss! Got any work for tonight? Could use the extra cash if you have more deliveries.’

The chair facing Boss turned around as she grinned, “Perfect timing, Mortis, we do need someone to run a parcel – same drop and pay as usual. This is Dabi, he/him pronouns.”

A heavily burn-scarred man with medical staples and familiar blue eyes raised an eyebrow as they appraised Mortis. “You want me to trust this kid to run a deal this large? They don't look a day over ten,” Dabi’s icy voice drawled.

Mortis silently laughed, knowing how the sight unnerved some. ‘I’m the fastest they’ve got! And lie detection quirks either don’t work on me or require a lot of finesse since I can't talk. I may be lean, but I won’t snap as easily as a bone if that’s what you’re worried about.’

After interpreting, Boss turned to Dabi with a cocked eyebrow. “Well? Do we have a deal then?”

“Fine. I still don’t like involving kids, though.”

‘Good thing I’m not a kid then,’ Mortis signed off-handedly. ‘I haven’t been for a long time.’

As Dabi stood, Mortis almost saw a flicker of emotion other than anger in his eyes before brushing it off. Behind him was, admittedly, a large duffel bag that they looked between and Boss. ‘You know that’s suspicious as hell, right? Unless you have a cover story built in, I’m gonna be made immediately for that,’ they signed with a pointed look.

“You’re almost college age, right kid?”

‘You know I’m 15 and look like I’m 12 on a good day.’ Mortis caught the uniform tossed at them, eyeing the logo with disdain. ‘Did you at least get the right size this time? The Detective’s quirk might not work on me, but I don’t exactly enjoy spending time with him. Especially now that Eraser is my homeroom teacher.’

Boss just smirked at that. “And what, I suppose you made a bad enough first impression that he’d remember you?”

…

“No, seriously kid?” Boss cackled and Dabi, still in the doorway, looked bemused. “What the hell did you do?”

‘It’s not my fault he decided to open with an intensive quirk assessment! Hell, it was worse than the entrance exam, and you know how long I spent recovering from that. And then, because of course it did, afternoon class also took quirk use.’

Pausing to look at Dabi, Mortis continued, ‘Tell Wildfire that he should invest in some contacts if he doesn’t want people to know who he is.’

Dabi stilled, staring at Mortis’s slightly smug face with fury before chuckling darkly. “You’ve got balls, kid, I’ll give you that.”

‘I like him. Do you think we’ll keep him around?’

Boss just tossed the carry bags at Mortis as they ran off to change. The fit was right this time, fortunately, or they’d be tagged as a homeless kid, which was arguably more awkward for them to explain than why a junior high schooler was walking around in their sibling’s clothes.

Settling into their usual college student routine, Mortis stuffed their hands in low-rise pockets and stumbled with all the exhaustion of an evening-class college student complete with designer eye bags, mousey hair, and a slump that would make Disney proud. Instead of slightly swaying from chronic pain, they were swaying from what they drank at a party. The grey contact lenses and cuff bracelets distinguished Harry Newman the American foreign exchange student from Akira Mori the U.A. student from Mortis a drug runner for the Blue Fang from… well, they hadn’t thought about her in months. Why dredge that back up again?

Just as it seemed they were in the clear to make the drop, a figure on a roof caught their eye. Even as they felt the slight reprieve from their quirk being suppressed, Harry seemed confused, step hitching a moment. They looked around, very pointedly not up, and after a moment of no action from the figure, he continued on to the run-down apartment building, easily slipping his battered keys into the rusty lock.

Mortis was well acquainted with the small, dirty flat on the second floor and swept for bugs under the guise of noting what areas were damaged. Mortis frowned at the lack of devices, wondering if they’d gotten lucky or the police had gotten smarter and used a quirk. They shrugged and mixed up their drop locations just in case while making ramen. If the police were going to search the apartment, might as well leave them something for their trouble.

Mortis’s burner pinged with their “all clear” code. They sighed, acting as though a friend was dragging them out to socialize, and stopped by the landlord’s office on the way out. It was closed, of course, but gave them the opportunity to double-check the street before slipping away. Eraser continued to tail them for a few minutes into the more crowded nightlife area but dropped off soon after.

A few smaller runs to alleys and the rest of their lunch later, Akira carefully lowered themselves onto their blanket pile to continue homework. What the hell? Akira startled as their textbooks were covered in jelly pouches of various flavors. Fortunately, none of them had burst, but as Akira fished out a note, they sighed.

“To replace what you needed for this morning. Inform me when you need more. Aizawa”

Akira shook their head as they assessed their new food stash, setting one to the side to avoid weight loss tonight and putting the rest in the front compartment of their backpack to avoid ruining their textbooks.

With the bigger drop tonight, I should have enough for this week’s protein drinks and powdered milk. Since Recovery Girl gave me a Standard size cream, I shouldn’t need to buy more this month, but I should avoid Kaminari and Bakugo to be on the safe side. Akira huffed, as if any part of their situation was safe. After homework, they removed their contacts and set them in an old case, adding only a dash of contact solution.

Notes:

I went to Otakon this weekend!! Met BrownBakugo and Ricco Fajardo, Mirio's voice actor. Ricco officially can't comment but does approve of Sun and Moon (MiriTama) ship :D

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