#cranky Wrath

[silverskye13]

WAIT HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! HOPE YOUR DAY IS AWESOME

Ahaha my birthday was actually on the 25th, but I've been slow to answer any asks about it. Thank you for your care anon! It was a very nice day. And while today wasnt quite as nice, I at least didn't snap at any of my coworkers today, so I count that as a win!

[casstars]

Some stuff from Ni No Kuni modern au, in which Oliver discovers a parallel version of his city and has to connect it to his mother's disappearance!

[fandoms-x-reader]

Overprotective and Ready to Fight - OM! Brothers

Requested By: @opiopal

Word Count: 2,972

Oneshot

Summary: Fighting a demon who spoke poorly about your love interest and winning.

You weren’t normally an angry person. You tried to be very calm and  kind. You were the one who talked others off the ledge, not the one who needed to be talked down. In all of your time in the Devildom, you were sure none of the brothers had a chance to see you get really angry.

But finals were coming up at RAD and you were under a tremendous amount of stress. You had been pouring every ounce of your energy into studying. You had been staying up late and skipping meals which you admitted had started to make you a bit cranky.

Today you had just found out that your teacher was adding an additional part to the final. A part that you hadn’t been studying for at all because you were under the pretense that you wouldn’t need to.

So, now your stress levels were incredibly high and on top of that you had dropped your lunch in the cafeteria so you were hangry. You were on the verge of having a complete mental breakdown and for some reason a popular demon had decided it would be fun to mess with you today.

They came up to you and began saying rude and nasty things about the demon brothers, particularly one of them. Normally, you would stomach the rude comments and move on, making sure to give the demon brothers extra love that night to make up for the terrible things that were said about them.

But as previously stated, you were having a bad day, and the demon just crossed a line. Wrath overtook you with every word they spoke until you completely snapped. You threw one good punch to the demon's jaw and a collective gasp broke out from the students that surrounded you.

Before you knew it, the demon began fighting back, using every advantage they had over you. But, you were so angry you didn’t care. How dare they talk about your demon like that? Who did they think they were? 

You fought with everything you had until you felt someone pulling you off the student. You turned to face them and your heart skipped a beat when you saw that it was Diavolo. He didn’t necessarily look angry, but he didn’t look very pleased either.

You turned your attention to the demon you had been fighting only to see they were also being restrained by Barbatos. Barbatos led them away and you turned to look at Diavolo. You knew you probably shouldn’t have snapped and started a fight, but if he heard what that demon was saying, he would understand!

You gave him a small smile before asking, “We don’t have to tell Lucifer about this, right?” Diavolo let out a small sigh. He wished that was true, for your sake. But, unfortunately, if Diavolo didn’t tell him and Lucifer managed to find out on his own, that would be a much worse situation.

So, here you were sitting in the infirmary at RAD. Your small wounds were being treated and you could hear muffled voices on the other side of the door. It was undoubtedly Diavolo telling your seven roommates what had happened. 

You winced when you heard the door to the infirmary open and you held your breath as you waited to see which one was coming in to talk to you.

You did what?!

Lucifer was absolutely livid. Not only did you put yourself in danger, but you had embarrassed Diavolo. What could have possibly driven you to such insanity?

He needed to know because the whole situation was absolutely preposterous to him. 

He entered the infirmary first, surprised to see how good you looked comparatively. He had passed the other demon as they were taken to a separate room and they looked a lot worse than you did.

He silently admitted he was surprised by your capabilities, especially considering the difference in strength and the fact that you had no magic or weapon.

But, this was no time to compliment you. 

You knew better than to speak when Lucifer was wearing his angry face so you remained silent as he approached the bed you were sitting on.

“What were you thinking?” Lucifer asked, his gaze falling to your hands where he noticed how bloody your knuckles looked.

“In my defense, this is technically all because of you,” you stated. Lucifer now looked shocked and furious. Were you really trying to place the blame on him? He hadn’t even been there!

Before he could respond angrily, you continued to say, “They were talking bad about you.”

That caught Lucifer off-guard. Were you telling him that the reason you fought the demon was because they were talking poorly about him? Did you realize he was the most powerful demon of his brothers and perfectly capable of fighting if need be?

Still, Lucifer couldn’t help the pride that began to swell in his heart. You fought on his behalf and won. He found it adorable that you went to such lengths to defend him. But, he couldn’t very well thank you in front of everyone.

So, he went with a neutral response. One that he hoped conveyed his true feelings behind the whole situation without betraying his image of power.

“No more fighting.”

Did Diavolo just say you picked a fight with a demon?

Mammon was beyond surprised at the news. You were just a fragile little human. What were you doing trying to fight demons?

The other demon passed by the group and Mammon’s heart dropped. They looked horribly beat up and if that’s what they looked like, he could only imagine what you looked like.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to make sure you were okay. So, he quickly swung the door to the infirmary open, pausing when he saw you. 

You looked mostly fine. A couple of cuts and bruises and some bloody knuckles, but that was it. You practically destroyed the demon and came out looking like you took a small fall. Mammon made a mental note to never make you angry.

The doctor demon moved to wrap your hand and was a bit rough with it. You winced slightly and Mammon stepped in.

“You’re doing it wrong,” Mammon stated as he shooed the doctor away, taking over. He gently grabbed your hand and your eyes met his. “I know ya’ got guts, but isn’t this a little much?” Mammon asked, carefully wrapping your hand.

“They were saying some terrible things about you,” you replied, keeping your eyes on your injured hand. Mammon faltered for a moment at your words. No one had ever cared about him enough to fight for him. “Ya’ fought them because they were talkin’ trash about me?” Mammon asked.

“Well, wouldn’t you fight someone if they weren’t talking bad about me?” you questioned. Fair point. “Yeah, but I’m a demon,” he countered. 

Mammon finished wrapping your hand and told you, “Lucifer’s gonna give ya’ a long lecture for this.” Great. Just what you needed.

“But afterwards, do ya’ wanna come over and watch a movie?” Mammon questioned. He wanted to help make you feel better, especially after finding out you were fighting for him. You were his precious human and he wanted to make you feel that way.

Your eyes lit up at the idea and you immediately agreed. This is why you fought that demon - to stand up for the one that always made you feel better.

Levi didn’t typically go to RAD in person. He preferred to take all of his classes from the comfort of his room. But, he had made a special exception today and he was very glad he did.

He heard that something went down between you and another student, but it wasn’t until he was standing in the hallway with his brothers that he found out you had gotten in a fight.

As if on cue, the other demon walked past him and he took note of all of the damage. You did that much to a demon?!

Part of him wanted to make sure you were okay; but, also, Levi had to know how you pulled off such an amazing attack.

He entered the infirmary, a mix of excitement and fear built up inside of him. But, when he saw that you were mostly fine give or take a few bruises and cuts, nothing was left but his excitement.

Out of politeness, Levi still asked, “Are you okay?” But after you reassured him, he moved onto his more pertinent questions. 

“How did you manage to beat that demon up so badly?” he asked. You shrugged your shoulders before replying, “I was just so mad that I couldn’t stop punching.”

“What did they do to make you so mad?” Levi asked. He genuinely wanted to know what happened to turn you into a badass rage monster.

You gave Levi a small smile before telling him, “They decided to say awful things about you, spreading rumors left and right. I couldn’t stand it.”

Levi let out a startled noise before blushing furiously. You fought someone to defend him? Your coolness level just went up by a million points for him. 

Did that mean you liked him enough to think he was worth protecting?!

Levi will pull the security footage of the fight and make it an online sensation. No one would ever pick a fight with you again thanks to him.  

Satan knew something bad happened involving you the moment you started fighting. He could feel his sin radiating around him. It took him a moment to figure out it was coming from his pact symbol, but as soon as he did, he was on a mission to find you.

You were seriously angry right now. He could feel it. And he was a bit worried about what it would lead to. 

But he was too far to reach you before the fight ended and was left standing in the hall with his brothers while Diavolo explained what happened. 

Even though he felt your rage, he was still surprised when he found out you got in a fight; and, even more so when he saw the damage you did.

When Satan entered the infirmary and saw you he couldn’t help but smirk a bit. The demon didn’t stand a chance against you. 

You didn’t notice him at first, focused on your knuckles that the doctor was tending to. So, Satan walked up to the bed. He noticed that your eyebrows were still furrowed from residual anger and to Satan it made you look feisty like a kitten. And where others would have been deterred by it, the look drew Satan in.

“You’ve got a lot of anger in you,” Satan teased. “You’re one to talk,” you retorted and Satan let out a small chuckle. 

“What made you so mad?” he questioned. You let out a small sigh before replying, “They decided to say some rude things about you.”

Satan’s eyes widened slightly. That’s all it was? Some demon said some rude things about him and it sent you into that much of a rage? Were you that protective of him?

Satan couldn’t help but smile at you. You protected him in your own way and he would make sure to protect you from whatever punishment Lucifer decided to come up with.

But, he made you promise not to start another fight with a demon. Next time, you might not be so lucky and he didn’t want you putting yourself in danger.

You got in a fight? Were you hurt?

Asmo was freaking out right now. What if you bruised your delicate skin? Or worse, cut it?! 

His panicking was only worsened when he saw the demon walk by. He nearly fainted at the thought of you looking even half as bad.

He quickly rushed into the infirmary and relaxed a tiny bit when he realized your condition wasn’t even close to being as bad as the other demon’s.

But, your knuckles were bloody and you did have some bruises and cuts so he still wasn’t very happy.

“Y/N! Your poor knuckles! And skin! Why did you fight that demon?” Asmo asked frantically, his eyes filled with worry as he scanned over all of your features, surveying the damage.

“I was just trying to stand up for you,” you replied. “Me?!” Asmo asked, even more confused now. 

“They were saying some really rude things about you,” you replied honestly. Asmo’s heart swelled at your reasoning. You risked your own body to defend him.

“You’re soo cute,” Asmo stated pulling you into a hug and placing a few kisses on your cheek. He then moved and began placing kisses on each bruise and cut you received, spending extra time on your knuckles.

“As soon as we get a chance, I’m treating you to a spa day. We’ll get the best of everything and get you back to your perfect state in no time. There won’t be a blemish on you,” Amso told you, hugging you once more.

He’ll use his connections to spread terrible rumors about the demon who said those things about Asmo to ensure that they never start another fight with you.

He couldn’t handle the stress of seeing you bloody or bruised again.

Beel was the one who got in fights the most when it came to protecting his family. He was no stranger to it and was unphased by it. But what he didn’t expect was for Diavolo to tell him you got involved in a fight.

You must have had a good reason. You were normally so slow to anger. So whatever the demon said or did must have set you off.

He had seen the demon walk by the group and he couldn’t help but let out a small gasp. When Diavolo said you had gotten into a fight, he didn’t expect that it was to this extent. The demon could hardly walk on their own!

Beel entered the infirmary and walked straight up to the bed, grateful that you only had a few minor cuts and bruises. 

He carefully took your hand in his when he reached the bed and inspected the damage on your knuckles. He frowned a little before asking, “Does it hurt?”

“A little,” you replied. Beel nodded his head before questioning, “What did they do to make you so mad at them?”

“I didn’t like the things they were saying,” you replied. “Was it about food? I hate it when people talk negatively about food,” Beel stated.

You let out a small laugh before replying, “No, it wasn’t about food. It was about you, Beel.” 

Beel’s eyebrows furrowed a bit as he turned his head to the side, trying to understand. What could that demon have said about him that was so bad it made you start a fight?

“I just didn’t like hearing them say bad things about you when you’re so kind,” you added.

Beel immediately engulfed you in a hug. The demon had merely spoken a few unkind words about Beel and it managed to send you into a rage all to protect him.

But you were only a human and fighting demons was dangerous. “Next time, you tell me and I’ll fight them for the both of us,” Beel told you.

You nodded your head and Beel pulled out of the hug to ask, “Do you want to go eat? I bet you worked up an appetite.”

You appreciated the way Beel always made sure you were fed and taken care of.

Wait, were they talking about the same Y/N?

Part of Belphie wanted to bust out laughing at Lucifer and Diavolo’s faces. Surely they never thought you would be capable of starting a fight with a demon when this exchange program started.

However, when the other demon walked by, Belphie became concerned. They looked like they had just fought a war. Belphie’s main focus was now on making sure you were okay.

He quickly entered the room and let out a small breath of relief when he saw that you were okay. But, relief soon turned into confusion as he approached the bed. How did you come out with hardly anything more than some bloody knuckles?

“And I thought Satan was the hothead,” Belphie teased, giving you a small smile. You frowned at him in response before replying, “I had a bad day.”

Belphie let out a small snort at your words. “I don’t think having a bad day is a good enough reason to beat someone to a pulp,” Belphie replied.

You stayed silent, not wanting to give him your reason. “Come on, what’d they do?” Belphie asked curiously. 

“They talked bad about you,” you replied, avoiding his gaze. Belphie was surprised, to say the least. You did all this because that demon decided to smack talk? And about him nonetheless.

“My hero,” Belphie joked, and you rolled your eyes. In reality, Belphie was flattered that you cared enough about him to defend him. And he was glad that you didn’t get injured in the fight.

“Well, once Lucifer is done with the ten-hour lecture, I guess I have no choice but to take care of you. Since you fought for me and all,” Belphie stated and you only further pouted at him. His sarcastic nature was getting on your last nerve right now.

Belphie could see his quips weren’t amusing you, so he put his hands up in mock defeat before pulling you into a hug.

“Thank you,” he finally said as you rested your head against his chest. “You’re welcome,” you replied and Belphie couldn’t help but smile.

As soon as Lucifer was done with his scolding, he would make sure to give you lots of cuddles.

[chirp-a-chirp]

I Live with Three Ikemen Princes*

*Ikemen Princes in cat form, that is.

Crixus: Cat Silvio

He touches you. You don’t touch him.

He jangles…toys, coin purses.

Has an appreciation for the finer things in life.

Shows affection for his siblings via headlocks.

First impression, he’s an absolute b*stard, but secretly the sweetest boy ever.

Keiko: Cat Leon

Enjoys giving and receiving head nuzzles.

Soft fluffy mane and smile will melt you.

Absolute extrovert who greets everyone with charisma and purrs.

Everyone thinks Keiko is a purebred. But 100% alley cat with tragic family background.

The embodiment of a green flag in cat form (bonus! Favorite blanket to sleep on is green).

Cadence: Cat Sariel

Is cranky from dealing with everyone else’s sh*t.

Can sleep in nearly any location.

Has been called the devil by those who incur her wrath.

Her origins are a mystery.

Is not afraid to use her tail as a whip.

[amarynthian-chronicles]

Extended Contract Chapter 1

Fae Prince Sun, Fae Prince Moon, Fae King Eclipse x Witch Reader

(You are a witch that fell for the oldest trick in the book by giving your name to the mischievous Fae princes of the Celestial Court. Such an inconvenience on what was supposed to be a typical office night. You are honestly not having it. They, however, do seem quite happy about having you. You decide to make a deal with the Fae King to regain your freedom. The only thing that is functional in the whole situation is your phone signal in the Fae Kingdom.)

Warnings: kidnapping, suggestive themes, gore and the usual Fae tomfoolery

“May I have your name?“

“Of course, it is Y/N.“

“Your precious contribution is very much appreciated.“

It is not every day that one seals their own fate because of a simple misunderstanding of idioms and literal meanings, but there you were, bound to the realm of the Fae Folk and belonging to the royal twins of the Celestial Court. Mondays were known to be unlucky days, but this was just ridiculous.

You weren't really in the mood for getting abducted, thank you very much.

There were so many assignments and drafts due next week and you feared Vanessa's wrath far more than you feared the dark magic of enamoured Fae.

Furthermore, you had the misfortune of being stuck with those mischievous miscreants in the middle of the witching hour. The law firm building was empty, the cranky doorman had left hours ago and the janitor had the habit of never arriving before six in the morning. You could scream, but that would not do much good. The cameras did not pick up sound and technology could not record the presence of the Fae, so the only thing you would accomplish is create evidence of your own insanity.

“Excuse me, I really must protest.“

You were in the process of trying to escape the grip of the regal solar-themed Fae. He seemed rather amused, since you weren't really successful, but he almost seemed to be playfully encouraging you to keep trying. Prince Sun had always been a very supportive person, even if he was the one causing the problem in the first place.

“Go on, beautiful, nobody is stopping you. I think that every once in a while everybody needs to raise objections and such. It is healthy.“

His lunar twin grinned, red eyes glowing with roguish mirth.

“I wholeheartedly agree with you, brother. We fully encourage sincerity and dialogue.“

You told them that you wanted to make an appeal. They happily informed you that such a thing was not possible and that you officially belonged to them. You were certainly not touched by their infectious enthusiasm. After all, being gifted with a human's True Name was an experience akin to a cat falling into a whole box full of catnip for them.

“You will play with us forever."

“The Celestial Court is a wondrous place.“

“Word games galore.“

“But beware, for danger lurks in each syllable, my love.“

“Blades caress the consonants and glide along the vowels.“

“Running is futile, but at least it is a very healthy activity. It is always important to get some cardio for the day.“

By all logic, you should be feeling some form of despair and terror, but you were mostly suffering from a horrible case of injured pride. You had fallen for the oldest trick since the dawn of magic. You were an absolute idiot. True, you were running on two cups of coffee, you had not slept properly in a week and your blood sugar levels were more tragic than Shakespeare's “Hamlet“. In your defense, working for William Afton, attorney at law, was no walk in the bloody park. Especially when you had Vanessa as your immediate taskmaster.

You had grown tired of struggling, giving yourself a few moments of respite. Prince Sun was holding you bridal style, his blue gaze soft, showing a type of adoration one would give to a hidden treasure, a joy one experiences when holding a droplet of water in a desert.

Prince Moon had a personality that was diametrically opposite to that of his brother. Hunger reigned in his eyes. Your essence was intoxicating, calling for him, enticing him. You dared not even imagine what his claws could do to you, nor what he could accomplish with his razor-sharp teeth.

Rowan charms could no longer save you, nor could silver. Leaves of holly had no more power, either. You couldn't bribe the royal twins with cream either, since apparently you were the new dessert in the grand scheme of things.

Moon reached out with his claws, searching for your delicate hand. He traced his claw along the sensitive flesh of your inner wrist with all the fervour and ardour of a lover, inspecting the soft skin. Upon giving your name to them, two different markings had manifested on each inner wrist respectively. A crescent moon on the right one and the mark of the sun on the left one.

“Gentlemen, there has obviously been a bit of a miscommunication.“

“Yes, those tend to be very practical in our line of work.“

“I don't have time for this, do you have any idea how many assignments I have due next week?“

“Actually, we do. I must voice our disapproval of you overworking yourself in general. Following orders of such unworthy scoundrels.“

“Well, I am not really in the mood for changing one group of masters for another. I wish to be taken to the Fae King.“

“You will meet him later anyway, he is a bit busy now.“

“No, no, not in that way. I wish to make my complaint.“

“Haven't we closed that topic already?“

“I demand my freedom back. You two said that King Eclipse could grant it to me if I convince him to. Although, I see now that this statement does not exclude you two being capable of the same thing and most likely you are just using the wording to trick me to stop asking you.“

“Can you blame us?“

“Yes. I blame you. And I judge you.“

In spite of it all, you had to admit the celestial princes were quite handsome and their appearance would normally be breathtaking, if you weren't meeting them under such circumstances.

In a resting position, their large wings almost appeared like regal capes. Complementary colours reigned in their respective palettes. Deep royal blues of Prince Moon's wings were speckled with tiny stars, while the rich golden hues of Prince Sun's had swirls of blue interwoven in their texture. In a way, the twins were perfectly symmetrical when it came to the design of their wings. Their attire was similar to that of jesters, but far more elaborate and indicative of their status. Silk and velvet were present, bejeweled buttons, finely tailored doublets.

Both of them were eager, lovestruck and needy. To a degree you almost felt like a lamp attracting a pair of silly mothlings. Which was fitting, considering they too had wings and all.

As Moon was still caressing you along your inner forearm, Sun could not resist nuzzling your hair. You could have sworn that you heard both of them purr. A part of you wondered how on earth did such a scene appear on the cameras, were you simply just floating around and talking to yourself? You internally apologized in advance to any poor security worker that would have to go through the recordings later.

Sun's voice brought you back from your silly reveries, his cheek resting on your head.

“As soft as silk.“

You had been somewhat aware that a pair of Fae had been hunting you for the past several weeks, but it was impossible to decipher their identity. Their glamour and shielding spells had been extremely powerful, their cunning unparalleled and their tricks endless. In many ways, they had been testing you, the purity of your heart and the strength of your soul. They would come to you, disguised either as lost little animals in need of help, or as injured humans in need of assistance. You would always help, no questions asked and always ignoring the warning tingle of enemy magic. Your mind had completely warped to the logic of the normal world and you no longer asked yourself the questions a witch would.

You did not suspect the odd new coworkers that had appeared out of nowhere either, nor did you seem to wonder where they had come from. You had simply accepted that you probably just never noticed them before and that they had always been there. A few pleasantries here, a few kind words there, and that had been all. Of course, all up till tonight when the name trick finally came to rip the veil of denial off.

You huffed, unphased by Sun's compliments regarding your hair.

“Were you the one that has been making those silly fairy-locks I kept waking up with? Those are impossible to untangle!“

“Technically you are not supposed to do that, elsewise you bring misfortune upon yourself. The poor keyboard on your laptop suffered a premature death because of that.“

“I really liked that laptop.“

“I know.“

“It was brand new.“

“May it rest in peace.“

You looked over at the little digital clock on a nearby desk. The witching hour was almost over and the power of the Fae would slightly weaken after four in the morning. If you somehow escaped them, maybe you could distract them enough till the desired hour strikes. Your magical weapons may at least have a fair chance afterwards.

You gasped as Moon leaned closer to you, his hand caressing your cheek, sliding down to your neck, distracting you with pleasurable sensations and making your spine tingle.

“What is going on in that pretty little head of yours, wishing star?“

“Nothing much, honestly.“

Both of them spread their giant wings, showing all of their glory, then draped them over you in what one may interpret as a soothing and protective gesture, but given the circumstances, it was also a demonstration of entrapment.

Impish jesters, forever grinning, forever teasing.

It was one thing to be bound and made to serve an ordinary fairy. It was a completely different thing to be serving the royal twins of the Celestial Court. They were dangerous, powerful, their stature surpassed even the tallest of humans, their urges were never satisfied and their desires never at rest. Not to mention that they were the most competent tricksters of the Fae kingdom.

Fairies were incapable of lying. Therefore, they had to resort to literal meanings and multiple interpretations, distortions, tricks. You could imply one thing that was perfectly accepted and understood in human society, but they would purposefully give it an obscure meaning that was still not a falsehood.

Your predicament was ironic in many ways. Embarassing even. To be precise, you came from a long line of magical practitioners that had been known over the centuries as the Cunning Folk. Various terms existed for such people, but in the modern times the closest definition would be light witches. It was an adequate name that differentiated them from warlocks or dark witches.

You, dear Y/N, had done your best in life to keep the madness of magic at bay. Yes, you knew how to ward yourself from curious spirits, you always had your trusted rolled up newspaper at the ready to hit the local boogeyman on the head when he was living rent-free under your bed, and pretty much every imp on the block knew to avoid you if they wanted to keep all their limbs attached.

Fae Folk, however, were a different story. Long ago, it had been a custom for the Fae to connect to members of the Cunning Folk in order to form a soul bond. A familiar and their witch, in a way. It had always been a connection stronger than any spell and a love more intense than any passionate marriage.

All of that had changed when the realm of the Fae had been afflicted by a darkness far more potent than any light spell could heal. The Hopes and Dreams of children had become scarce and all that was once joyful and innocent had become corrupted and ruined. The Fae King had become cruel and wicked, his once cheerful and loving demeanour had transformed into that of a deranged villain. He did have an odd shift of behaviour on certain birthdays, though, and this would usually take everyone aback for a solid twenty-four hours.

In light of all that, the Cunning Folk had gone into hiding and refused any new bonds with the Fae. This was unacceptable, since the Fae had depended immensely on the sweet nectar that human souls could provide, especially when that soul happened to be a magical one. Consequently, over the centuries the Fae had to resort to various tricks, from luring humans into their fairy circles, kidnapping them and taking them to their kingdom, tricking them with various word games and always having them fall in traps when they least expected it. Certain Fae were less malevolent and were simply in dire need and want of being parents to a child, so they would take human babies to raise them as their own, leaving changelings in their place.

And despite all your efforts, you still managed to become a captive. Go figure.

Prince Sun, ruler of the waking dreams, bringer of hope, and Prince Moon, protector of sleeping children and vanquisher of nightmares. All of those titles did sound pretty cute, but both of them were still impish fiends that loved to play pranks on adults. Oh, well, your time was running out, so you had to think of something fast. Or at least try to reach the little dagger with Runes that you had all nicely hidden and tucked away in a secret pocket of your trousers. You never knew when you would need to stab something supernatural. Or open an envelope.

You concocted a little plan and hoped for the best.

Trickery was not limited to the Fae and you lowkey felt proud of your cunning ways as you pulled Moon into a deep kiss, much to his initial shock. He began to eagerly reciprocate, the sweet haze of lust conspiring against him, your softness and loveliness engulfing his mind. Desire was a natural solvent to rational thought and you had no problems with using that against him. Sun, on the other hand, was both shocked, and slightly jealous, but he did know that something was off.

His suspicions were only confirmed when, in the span of several seconds, you pulled out a silver dagger with enough Runic carvings to obliterate a whole magical army, casually stabbed Moon's heart as if the very gesture was the most normal thing in the world, used Sun's surprise to wriggle out of his grasp and you ran away down the corridors like a feral kitten. Well, at least you were productive.

As you ran, your phone began to ring, conveniently giving up your location in the process, but oh well. It was Vanny, so of course you had to pick up.

“Y/N, where is that briefing paper that you were supposed to email me literally yesterday?“

“I'm in a bit of a situation, Vanessa.“

“What is it now?“

“Well, apparently I am getting married.“

“Congratulations, I still want that briefing.“

“I will call you back, alright?“

Meanwhile, Prince Moon was having a bit of an existential crisis. He stood there, shocked, dagger protruding from his heart.

Oh, yes, it hurt. It burned, stinged, all of the unpleasant things that one may imagine. However, it was nothing compared to how it could have been. The newly forged bond made him immune to most of your deadly spells and Runes, so at worst he would feel temporary pain and then it would cease.

In a way, his desire and respect for you only increased. A Fae always respected good examples of trickery.

Sun could not stop himself from wheezing, very much entertained with the situation.

“You really walked into that one, Moon.“

“Shut up.“

He would still make you pay for that little insult, nonetheless. The corridors had morphed into the same scenery over and over, the windows were suddenly sealed shut, the nearby doors leading to a dead end or into a void of eternal nothingness. You could no longer trust your senses, for mad whispers kept disrupting reality. Only a few more minutes, you hoped for only a few more minutes till the witching hour ends.

You were honestly an idiot for trusting your own luck.

Moon's voice echoed throughout the corridors, ominous and demonic. A bit spicy, as well.

“You should have saved that fire for the wedding night, wishing star.“

“Goodness gracious.“

It became rather obvious that Vanessa would not be getting that briefing paper anytime soon, nor would our good old William Afton be getting his early morning coffee next week, either. Or any week, for that matter. It was a tragedy beyond description, may he rest in pieces.

You had to stop to catch your breath, panting, perfectly aware of the fact that you were mostly screwed. Well, a part of your mind tried to add some rational remarks and told you that living with the Fae couldn't be that bad and at least you would hopefully be getting some really cute royal garments or something. When in doubt, at least material things never disappointed you.

Ghostly hands rose from the ground, grasping at your ankles, your calves, your thighs. You fell forwards unceremoniously and you would have experienced quite a hit to the ground had the hands not grasped you, shielding you from the hard floor.

“What a perfect way to spend my night, being manhandled seventy percent of the time.“

Wrestling them was useless, but at least there was more dignity in that than just doing nothing and thinking about the meaning of life till your captors arrived.

Prince Sun appeared first, somewhat sympathetic, but also visibly tired from all the shenanigans. He let you have your little moment of heroism, though.

“Take your time, darling one.“

“Oh, sod off.“

Prince Moon arrived soon after, eyes glowing a dangerous shade of crimson, the dagger still embedded in his chest. He pulled the blade out, his gaze following the path of the rivulets of blood, almost enchanted by the pattern they were making as they glided along the expertly made Runic symbols.

“Love the craftsmanship on this one. It would have been a poetic death. Stricken by a wishing star, tearing my heart asunder, red pearls the only gifts I have to offer.“

Sun went over to you, partially teasing, partially serious.

“Someone is a bit violent. Are you alright, darling one? Do you wish to talk about some unresolved issues?“

“You two are literally stealing me away.“

“It's not that bad. We shall be loving and caring consorts to you. After all, our bond is basically an engagement.“

“This is the shoddiest proposal ever. How is this even supposed to work, each of you gets their own day of the week?“

“We'll share equally.“

“Excuse me, I am not a meal.“

“Really? You do seem rather delicious.“

“This isn't fair. Do you have any idea how homesick humans can get in the realm of the Fae?“

“We have many spells designed to bedazzle the mind and encourage you to forget the mortal world. And everyone is nice in their own way once you get to know them.“

“You two had no other member of the Cunning Folk to bother and you just had to stumble upon me?“

The dark spell was lifted and you found yourself free. Well, not for long, since the twins were at your side once more. Sun kissed your hand like a true gentleman, his wings making the faintest flutter of joy.

“We searched for a heart of gold and dreams of hope.“

“And you decided to look in a law firm?“

“Bright light contrasts best against a shadowy background.“

“Can I see the terms and conditions of my service?“

“Oh? Good idea! You can read all of that on our way to the palace! It will be so much fun to explain it to you. Of course, the letters are inverted, so you will need a mirror just to read it.“

He conjured a seemingly reasonable rolled-up piece of paper, before letting it unfold. It reached the ground in a comical fashion and kept on going till the end of the corridor.

“Sun, that list is longer than the border of Ancient Rome.“

“Indeed! I had it shortened to make it easier for you.“

“Dear god.“

“I also must say that I wrote it myself. I do my fair share of corporate business and contracts with humans are my specialty, but I do prefer to engage in theater. I may have given a certain playwright a few tips on writing his special little Midsummer work.“

“Old Will? For real?“

“Wonderful chap to have a pint with at the pub. I am certain he would have had an aneurysm had he lived to see what his reputation had become nowadays. A cheerful knave being the main topic for school and homework? Scandalous. He was a most charming actor and a talented wizard of words. Had many a verbal battle with him, and I never managed to snag his soul. I fully respect him for that.“

“Good to know. Regardless, I still wish to talk to your brother about this whole affair. It is my right, considering the fact that I am not a normal human and I do have certain perks. I am certain that King Eclipse will have more respect for old customs than you two.“

Sun and Moon gave each other a look, before giggling at you, as if charmed by how silly your request was.

“King Eclipse? Darling one, do beware.“

“The knave stole the moonlight fair.“

“Neither fools nor traitors breathe for long in his lair.“

“Be our guest, challenge him, if you dare.“

You raised an eyebrow at their improvised little poetic endeavour, tilting your head, curious.

“Did you two just come up with that?“

“Well, we did think of incorporating a iambic pentameter somewhere in there, but we simply decided to free verse it.“

Needless to say that the whole charade continued even after they had conjured a portal to their world, taking you with them. You were playing a dangerous game, but realistically you had nothing to lose. Well, except your dignity and maybe your life, but nothing lasts forever anyway, so might as well.

Your case was one type of extreme. On the other end of the city, two members of the Fae species were in the process of “adopting“ a few bundles of joy. The bear Fae and the wolf Fae were aware that two children were very unhappy in their orphanage and oftentimes they would hear the little girl, Cassie, vocalize her wish to be taken away by magical creatures. The boy, Gregory, had nothing against any of that, as long as there was proper acommodation involved. He hated the hard old bed he had in the orphanage and the food was positively awful.

Of course, there had to be an equivalent exchange, so the two Fae had to bring some friends along. One of them was not too thrilled.

“Why are we doing this? I don't want to stay in the human world.“

“You only need to stay till the next full Moon, Bonnie, and then you will be free of the obligation. Monty will keep you company.“

“Monty is insane.“

“Don't be rude.“

“He pushed me off the stairs, Roxy.“

“Happens.“

Montgomery was far too busy exploring the wonders of a music player to really care where he was, honestly. A few broken orphanage windows and one angry half-blind nun later, the wolf Fae and the bear Fae had become proud new adoptive parents. Bonnie and Monty would have to serve as changeling replacements for a bit, but that is what happens when you lose fairy chess. You owe favours.

By the time Roxy and Freddy had returned home, Gregory had partially woken up, while Cassie was all snuggled in the soft pillows of her new bed. They boy looked around his new house, nonchalant and trying to read what was happening from the clues given.

“Have I been kidnapped?“

“Some may call it that.“

“By fairies? Like, a changeling type of situation?“

“Yes, but I assure you we are using all of the safety protocols that are necessary.“

“Well, I'll be damned.“

“We do wish to make the best effort and become your new family, Gregory. For you and Cassie.“

“Is that food over there? Cupcakes?“

“Oh, indeed, with buttercream and cherries.“

Gregory observed the treats for a good few moments, thought a bit, weighed all his options and of course made the best possible decision for himself in that type of situation. Fairy food was usually a forbidden thing, but he was already stolen anyway.

“I am a simple lad, I see free food and I cannot complain.“

AO3

[turbofanatic]

Got some questions on what the rest of Fierce Deity Link looks like in this AU (Yes I have another AU after Lunk, I'm indulging myself as I try to finish Aphelion sorry not sorry) so here you go! One cranky deity.

This is just my own thoughts feel free to disagree. I've forgotten a lot from the games!

I think the fierce deity is something akin to the Windfish in Link's Awakening. Both Termina and Koholint are sort of weird echoes of other worlds with questionable reality (unlike say, Lorule where multiple people can travel back and forth). In Link's Awakening, this is because it's all a dream of the Windfish and you have to wake it up/let it hatch. Despite being attacked by nightmares, Koholint is a beautiful place, leading to the horrible truth that you're going to maybe kill all those nice people you met as you awaken the Windfish.

Termina on the other hand, is entirely nightmarish. Everyone watches their death arrive over and over again. Something terrible happened in Ikana. Whatever the hell is dreaming or hatching here, it is screaming in pain.

The only way to get the fierce deity mask is to become part of this dying world. You have to help everyone and get each mask, becoming part of Termina. It's all futile in three days but some parts of it carry over, even if only in the masks you carry. How do you get the other transformation masks? You sooth the dead and dying and they give you their power. Link has soothed the broken down world of Termina and become part of it. Then he gets its mask.

Add in that fierce deities/wrathful deities in Buddhism are terrifying but compassionate protectors that destroy obstacles to enlightenment, and that there seems to be a theme of growing up (your enemy is an evil child and the fierce deity is literally a reskin of "adult" link) and I think this is Termina growing up and dispelling the illusions it was making for itself, much like the Windfish was waking up. But unlike Link in Link's awakening, Link in Majora's Mask became part of that world, and maybe it was so broken it needed him, so when he eventually leaves he carries it with him.

So in keeping with that theme, and the themes of the Hero of Time starting off as a green plant child that becomes sort of this ancient deathly monster, growth and death, living and dying, here's my AU version.

I tried to maintain the spirit of this interpretation while adding some of my own flair. Not sure if it worked, but I do love characters with absurd swords so it was fun.

It starts off as the gawky teen version because that’s how link saw himself as an adult, but it would mature with him, as he actually reaches adulthood. Its relationship with the hero’s shade being the subject of another post.

[graceisinthelibrary]

Another prompt! If you haven't done it, how about 19?

Thanks for the prompt :-) It's a bit of a stretch, but I think this works:

“Tell me where you are, I'll come and get you.”

Usually this was his sentence. Since she had taken over the role as a blackout warden, she had called him twice for help. 

The first time she had found the fatally poisoned Bingo, the second time her bike had broken down in the middle of nowhere. He had picked her up that night and they had finished her round together and he had been surprised how many blackout offenders lived in and around Darrowby. It had pacified his mind immensely and she was, of course, not happy about it. At least Bosworth, the old grump, had given her a better bike after that incident and Siegfried secretly hated that she had never called him again. 

This time however he had been the one needing her help. 

What he hadn’t anticipated was how quickly she had found him, not on her bike though. It had only taken her fifteen minutes and he figured she must have pushed the engine of the old Morris to its limits. To his surprise, she was wearing her uniform, but no helmet. The jacket, however, looked strangely astray, because she had missed a few buttons and he noticed her flushed cheeks. His pulse became a little unsteady as he watched her approaching him. The stiff breeze up here in the Dales tore at her hair and a few strands had come loose and she was eagerly brushing them behind her ears. The sun was setting behind the hills and the air got chilly. He shivered a bit. 

“Mr Farnon!” She shouted, her voice filled with a worry he couldn’t grasp. “I came as quickly as I could.” 

“Where you out on a mission?” He asked, pointing at her uniform, when she stopped in front of him. 

Perplexed, she shook her head. “You said it’s an emergency. Something about a crash in a field.” She went over to the wall and looked over it.  

He cleared his throat. “Err… Mrs Hall…” 

“There’s nothing,” she said deadpan after she wasn’t sure her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her. There was no crashed plane or any other debris that could be remotely war related. All she saw was a meadow in the endless beauty of the Yorkshire Dales. 

“Siegfried Farnon…” 

“I never said anything about a crashed plane,” he clarified before her wrath could hit him with full force. “I said I had a problem near a field, where I almost crashed.” He pointed at his beloved Rover that stood about ten yards away. The vehicle parked near a ditch. She went back to him and with a heavy sigh she took off her warden bag. “What happened?” 

“One of the tires bursted,” he reported. “But the Rover’s fine, just a bit shaken up. And now I need a lift.” 

She gave him one of her killer looks. One that was reserved for muck on the floor in the kitchen or when she caught him using the Lord’s name in vain. 

“You do know I dropped everything on the spot to come here,” she said, deliberately calm. “I thought you were hurt or worse.” 

“Well…” He swallowed. “I am most grateful to you, but that was a misunderstanding…” In retrospect, he thought, the line had been a bit cranky and he may have hung up the receiver a little too quickly. He also didn’t have any more coins on him, so he had to cut the call short. “I didn’t mean to worry you.” 

“I called Bosworth. He’s on his way. With the whole cavalry.” 

“I’m so sorry.” Feeling awkward he looked to the tip of his shoes. 

“I’m glad you’re alright,” she said after a few seconds of silence. “Ridiculous creature.” 

He stole a glance from her. She wasn’t as angry with him as she pretended to be. He heard it in her voice. She wasn’t amused, but she was certainly relieved that he was still in one piece. 

“Admit it,” he joked. “You would have loved to play the heroine who saves the damsel in distress.” 

“You’re as much as a damsel as I’m a patron saint. And now get in the car, before I let you walk.”  

Sensing he was back in her good graces, he followed her to the Morris and obediently climbed into the passenger’s seat. As he watched her starting the engine, he couldn’t help but smile. She had dropped everything to rush to his rescue; it was a thought that warmed his heart more than he could say. 

“What’s so funny?” She asked when she saw the broad smile on his face. 

“Nothing.” 

“Mr Farnon…” 

“I just thought how lucky the whole of Darrowby can be to have you as their patron saint. That’s all.” She groaned and shook her head, but didn’t offer a retort. He loved having the last word on the matter. At least this once. 

[kairiscorner]

˗ˏˋ ✮ kairi's AUtober !

day 8: art teacher miguel o'hara

as requested by ate @araneol <333

nobody really knew why such a grumpy, impatient man was the university's art teacher—out of all the courses he could have taught, with his extensive knowledge on anatomy and genetics and the sciences, less on humanities—he chose art of all the courses he could teach. he was a pretty decent artist actually, he could get all the proportions of the form of his subject correctly down to the last detail, though when it came to him as a person... he would be, by far, one of the worst art teachers one could ever experience.

he makes his deadlines and requirements clear, and he also wants to make the professional gap between him and his students crystal clear. he does not tolerate class clowns, they always seem to be ignored or told off by him, and it would be very unwise to invoke his wrath if one so dared. though professor o'hara wasn't the type to get angry over little things or little comments made about him, he was sensitive about a certain someone... a certain someone he kept drawing on the sketchbook he kept so privately and secured on his person at all times, always took the time out of his day to draw the contours of their face, lips, and eyes; and would be caught smiling slightly to himself when the full image of their pretty face would come together.

his students caught on as to who this mystery muse of his was, and he was the most flustered about it. his students couldn't believe it; professor o'hara... gets flustered? he nearly threw his piece of charcoal at the students who'd tease him about you, you, the new, pretty teacher that would always find the time to talk to him or spend time with him in the teachers lounge—the sweet teacher who definitely had more patience in your pinky finger over his entire body; the lovely teacher miguel wanted to see more of, even outside of school, outside of the borders of his sketchbook that was dedicated to... you.

with you, he felt like a completely different person; as if the cranky, stuck-up professor miguel o'hara would take a backseat, and the kinder, softer miguel o'hara—who secretly had a beautiful, unique way of seeing the world, and had so many hidden talents he was too shy to show off—would be seen more and more often by his students and your colleagues. nobody could understand why slowly, gradually, he became a more open, amicable person; it was a little jarring, but... nobody minded that much. all that mattered was, you were making him happy, and he hoped to make you happy, hoped to make you realize he loved you, by initiating the first move... and giving you the sketchbook he dedicated all his days of admiring and yearning for you.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

[gffa]

Im having tons of fun crawling all over your dick grayson tag and checking out the comics you've commented on. Batman year one:scarecrow has to be my favorite bbydick and bruce dynamic lol, but also if my dad nerve pinched ME to keep me out of the fight idve gone ballistic immediately upon waking. Betcha dick made *very sure* bruce could never keep him out of a fight that way again (though i didn't quite understand what dick meant when he said he feared batman in a godfearing way? Like its a raw as hell line but i dont quite get what he meant)

Excellentttttt, there's a lot of really fun Dick Grayson comics out there, and that one is just an absolute joy. (I would also recommend One Bad Day: Mr. Freeze, because I think it captures the same feral gremlin angel baby energy of Year One: Batman/Scarecrow! But also Robin & Batman. And Batman: Dark Victory.) The art combined with the dynamic is just so top-tier:

Dick just REFUSING to be serious about Bruce's cranky moods!

Dick casually flinging himself upside down on the couch while talking to Bruce! Refusing to let Bruce snipe at him, he's serious about this, too, you know! What's making you such a pill tonight?

Dick scooting under Bruce's arm to get a better look at some evidence in their case, like he's so little! And he just WRIGGLES RIGHT IN THERE, absolutely no thought for personal space! Or leans his head right on Batman's arm to get a closer look! And that's something that will continue even when he's big as an adult, he has never met personal space of a loved one that he would not casually violate!

Hopping up on the table to curl up with his arms around his knees, like he's not a tiny baby child, and going, "Bruce, seriously, something's wrong, talk to me." as if he's the adult in this situation while sitting there like a TINY BABY CHILD.

Leaving money for a guy they just beat up!

Bruce PICKING HIM UP BY THE SCRUFF OF THE NECK like he weighs nothing, like he's just a pet cat to haul out of harm's way!

Dick trying to flirt with the receptionist and Bruce LOOMING with a cracking knuckles gesture, like if you even THINK about taking this tiny baby child seriously about how he's offering a date, it will not end well.

THEN MOVING DICK OUT OF THE WAY BY PUTTING ONE HAND ON HIS FACE AND SHOVING, I love Bruce, he's awful and the best.

Dick noticing details and asking really good questions, like that kid may not be as trained as Bruce is yet, but it definitely shows he had a natural affinity for detective work, that he's probably genuinely one of the best detectives out there after Bruce himself!

But also the "god-fearing way" and the nerve pinch lend it some nice crunch, because those moments (for all that this is a genre where these things should NOT be taking totally seriously, this is comics) are really kind of fucked up. I think, while Dick doesn't fear Bruce as a person, he can see the person Bruce is underneath the persona, there's part of him that understands Bruce is not always in control of himself and he does things he later regrets because of it. The whole mini is undercurrented with Bruce being in a bad mood, being surly and snapping, beating up people with more force than needed, slamming tables in his frustration, not talking things out. Dick sees how that plays out, it's why he keeps needling Bruce to talk to him--and Dick's not going to let any of that hold him back, he clearly feels safe enough to tease Bruce, to wriggle in under his arm, to lean on him, to snap back at him. But he also knows that Bruce can do things that are terrifying. He fears that Bruce is going to shut him out. He fears for the people in Batman's way. He knows Bruce will regret those things, but when Batman swoops down on someone he sees as being in his way, that's terrifying, like a wrathful, vengeful god. He's not really bothered by the nerve pinch, he gets why Bruce did it, and it hardly slowed him down that much. He understands that it was Bruce's way of protecting him, because he didn't want Dick to get hurt, but also I think Dick probably sees it as a challenge--to avoid it or overcome it again in the future, it's good training! Like, what a beautiful, wonderful, sweet, fucked up dynamic those two have! What a hilarious feral gremlin child he is, what an incredible "the child has to be just as mature as the adult, sometimes more mature" deliciously awful dynamic that is! Anyway, if any of you others enjoy Batman comics, please read Year One: Batman/Scarecrow, it is so funny and delightful and fucked up in a way I'm not sure it meant to be but sure is tasty as hell!

[elriel-quotes]

I sighed. “We’ll move things around. It’s fine. This one,” I added with a glare in Rhys’s direction, “is only cranky because he’s old and it’s past his bedtime.”

Rhys chuckled, Cassian’s wrath slipping enough that he grinned, and Elain, noticing Azriel’s ease as proof that things weren’t indeed about to go badly, offered one of her own as well.

A Court of Mist and Fury - Chapter 24

[calaisreno]

A Tiny Bit Not Good

1559 Words / Prompt: Experiment

“I made you coffee.” 

Frowning, John turns and regards his flatmate. Sherlock never makes him coffee, tea, or anything else. And he’s smiling, which in itself is alarming—not that genuine smile that occasionally creeps through. It’s that creepy, sociopath smile.

“You never make coffee.”

“I just did. Don’t you like it?”

John takes a sip, only to be polite. “Ugh. I don’t take sugar.”

Disappointment pulls at the corners of Sherlock’s mouth. 

Well, no sense in letting a good deed go unrewarded. If encouraged, Sherlock might develop a habit of doing nice things. 

“It’s fine, Sherlock. I needed a pick-me-up.” John takes another sip. There’s a strange under-taste to the coffee. Probably decaf. “I appreciate the gesture.”

His mad flatmate studies him with a strange expression. He’s watching John’s mouth. Or maybe his throat. John takes another sip. Swallows.

He frowns. “You don’t usually make coffee.” His voice is unusually squeaky. “Ta for that.” When he says this, his voice breaks. 

“Scratchy throat,” suggests Sherlock. “Drink up.”

He drains the mug, and looks up at Sherlock. Bloody hell, he’s tall…  Reaching to set the empty mug on the counter, he finds it’s now above his head. Why is he on the floor? Everything is tall. 

He also notices that his dressing gown has fallen off and he’s standing in the middle of the kitchen, naked. 

As Sherlock takes the mug from his hand, John notices how small his own hand seems by comparison. He looks down at himself. Other things are small as well. 

“What did you do?” He looks up at his flatmate and understands that the coffee was not a nice gesture, the strange taste not a mistake, and the fact that he’s only three feet tall is— 

“An experiment.” Sherlock smiles in the way he does when he’s found something particularly interesting under the lens of his microscope. 

“You shrank me!”

“No, John. What purpose would that serve? I did not shrink you; I de-aged you.”

There are a number of questions that occur to John, but only one word makes it out of his mouth: “Fuck!”

If things can get worse, John thinks, they generally do. Especially when Sherlock is experimenting. The downstairs door bangs and Lestrade is taking the steps two at a time. The game is clearly afoot.

“Sherlock, I’ve—“ The DI stares at John. “Who’s this?”

“This is John’s nephew, Hamish.”

“Where’s John?” 

Sherlock picks his (naked!) flatmate up, jostles him on his hip. (Picks him up?!?) “He’s working today. I’m babysitting.” He plants a kiss on John’s forehead. “Isn’t that right, my little man?” 

“I’m not a baby.” His voice sounds high, petulant. “I’m not your little man.”

“Somebody’s cranky,” says Lestrade, grinning. “Maybe he needs a little N-A-P.”

“I can spell,” he tells the DI. “And I’m not taking a nap.” He turns his wrath on Sherlock, kicking his tiny feet against his hip. “Put me down, you fucking tit— now! I have to go pee-pee.”

Once potty-time is sorted, John is dressed in a tiny pair of corduroy trousers and a little beige jumper. The fact that Sherlock has these on hand shows more premeditation than John cares to think about. Once Sherlock has tied his shoes (John seems to have forgotten whether the bunny goes around the tree or into the hole), they head off to the crime scene. 

Donovan laughs when she sees him holding Sherlock’s hand. “Not gay,” he snaps. 

“I see Sherlock has found himself a tiny doctor!” She’s modulating her voice as if John were a puppy or a— 

“—baby? Absolutely not, Sherlock! You can’t bring a kid to a crime scene.”

“He’s very mature,” Sherlock tells Lestrade. 

While Sherlock is arguing with the DI, John is already examining the corpse. 

“Asphyxiation,” he tells them. “Note the petechiae.”

“Too much telly,” Sherlock explains. 

“Honestly,” Sally huffs. “Who would leave a child with you, Freak?” She takes John’s hand, then grabs him under the arms when he pulls away, shifts him to her hip. “What were your mummy and daddy thinking?”

“They’re dead,” he informs her. “And Sherlock isn’t a freak. If you ever call him that again, I’m gonna hit you.” He raises a tiny fist threateningly. 

“Look at you,” she says, grinning. “You’re adorable.”

“Come along, Hamish,” Sherlock says, scooping him out of her arms. “Time for that nap you refused earlier.” 

He is starting to feel a bit sleepy, but to admit this will only result in him being confined to his room. And he has no intention of letting Sherlock get away with this experiment. 

Even so, he finds his head dropping to Sherlock’s shoulder in the cab.

Growing takes a lot of energy. He hopes he’s growing, at least, as he falls asleep on the sofa. 

At six o’clock the front bell rings, and John has a terrible feeling he’s forgotten something. He hears Mrs Hudson open it and begin talking to a woman. 

“My date!” he says, sliding off the sofa and heading for the stairs. “I almost forgot. Tell her I’ll be right down.”

“Your date?” Sherlock chuckles. “Won’t she be a bit… erm… put off?”

He looks down at himself. “Jesus. I forgot. Look, will you just—“ 

But before he can complete his thought, Alicia is at the door, looking annoyed. 

“Is John here?” She gives Sherlock a disdainful look. “You must be his flatmate, the one he always talks about.”

Sherlock smiles. “John’s busy. He told me to tell you—“

John steps up. “I thought we might see a movie tonight.”

“Movie?” She laughs. 

“There’s this one about dragons,” he begins.

“Too scary.” Sherlock picks him up again. 

“Why do you keep doing that?” John kicks and flails, trying to land a hit, but Sherlock’s arms are very long.

“I’m afraid John won’t be able to take you to a movie,” Sherlock informs Alicia. “Actually, he prefers much younger women.”

Her eyes bug out, then narrow. “Is this his kid? He never said anything about having  a kid.”

“It’s a surprise.”

John isn’t very sorry to hear the front door slam. Alicia really was a bit old for him. 

He sighs. “Sherlock, I want to be a grownup again. Please reverse this— whatever you did to me.” His eyes fill with tears and he feels his lip trembling. “Please.”

Sherlock squats down and studies him. “Fascinating. Not only has your body de-aged, your brain is becoming less mature as well. You have the body and emotions of a small child. But your memory remains intact. At the crime scene, you were able to determine the cause of death, referring to information you acquired as an adult. Do you understand the implications of this, John? It could revolutionise education— think, if we could just restore a brain’s plasticity, learning might be unlimited.”

John rubs his eyes. “Please turn me back. I don’t wanna be a ‘speriment.”

“But this is ground-breaking!”

“But… but who’ll take care of me? Who’ll make me sandwiches and tell me stories and tuck me into bed at night? Who’ll make sure that bad people don’t hurt me?”

Sherlock pulls him into his lap. “No worries. I’ll do all that, John.”

“No, you won’t! You’ll run off to a crime scene and leave me by myself. You’ll get hurt and be in hospital and I’ll be all alone. Or maybe you’ll die again—” At this he burst into tears. 

Sherlock pats his back until John’s cries turn to hiccups. “You’re right, John. I’d be a terrible parent. And I’m afraid that a re-aging drug hasn’t yet been perfected. You’ll just have to grow up, I’m afraid. Maybe some nice family will adopt you.”

This pronouncement causes another spell of crying. 

Sherlock carries his flatmate into the kitchen and sets him on his chair. He opens his phone, types a message and sends it. Then he makes coffee. 

As John watches, he adds two teaspoons of sugar to his cup and stirs. Then he drinks it down. 

“What are you doing?” John hops off the chair, begins to pull at Sherlock’s trousers. “Sherlock, don’t!”

“It’s the only way, John. I turned you into a child; it’s only fair that I suffer the same fate.”

The trousers become loose and slip to the floor, the shirt swallows him up, and within thirty seconds, Sherlock is looking John in the eye, smiling. 

“You’re naked,” John says, giggling. “Maybe we can take a bath.”

“I hate baths,” Sherlock replies, very haughty for someone who is barely three feet tall. “Wait, are you taller than me?”

John laughs. “We’re both little! But who’s going to take care of us?”

The bell downstairs rings. They hear Mrs Hudson talking to someone, then heavy feet ascending the stairs. 

“Sherlock, what have you done?” Mycroft looks annoyed, then somewhat puzzled. Then he seems to realise. “Oh, dear god! How did you get your hands on it? I told you the antidote hadn’t been perfected yet!”

“I’d like some ginger nuts,” Sherlock replies. “And some milk to go with them. And before you ask, I refuse to take a nap. Naps are boring.”

“I’m afraid it’s not up to you, little brother.” He turns his glare on John. “And I hope I won’t have to threaten you as well, Doctor.”

John does not flinch. “I think we’d both find that embarrassing, Dumbarse.”

... you can imagine the rest, Dear Reader. Mycroft had no plans to raise children, but I think we know who's responsible for this tiny adventure.

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Sharing my own TNMN headcanons bcoz why nawt?! (Below the cut)

lemme start with the girlies

♡ The Sverchzt twins are french-russian

♡ Elenois is a lot more shy/reserved and has low self-esteem. Selenne, on the other hand, is quite the opposite. I'm basing this off solely on their nightmare counterparts Lilith and Anazareth, specifically their responses when you ask them about their appearance

For reference, Lilith only says that "everything is in order with her appearance" while the other residents say theyre perfect or in the case with Anazareth, that she's "just as beautiful as ever"

♡ Speaking of Lilith and Anazareth, I really like the trope that they are the polar opposite of each other; from stylistic choices, orderliness to even intimate preferences.

Lilith likes to be clean and tidy. She's also a masochist (not necessarily in a sexual way) which is why she likes to wear insanely tight corsets. Anazareth doesn't care about the messes she makes, and certainly prefers to see others suffer her wrath.

♡ Lilith is a lesbian (Elenois too). Like really, the Lilith?! The first woman made from soil at the same time but not with Adam's flesh??? The first feminist !?!?@, 😍😍. Ok in all seriousness, both could be sapphic-leaning and im open to that

♡ Lilith and Anazareth aren't actually who they were named after. They were named after two mysterious "evil" spirits who helped their mother out during difficult times. Eventually, all three were unjustly executed for worshipping "demons" and engaging in "witchcraft" in the victorian era

♡ Angus is trans. But doesn't know that it's not a common cis experience to want to be a woman as a self-identifying man

♡ Despite separating, Francis still harbors feelings for Nacha and is a bit creepy about it. Though, Nacha has moved on (sort of). Francis continues to be a milkman despite the crappy pay so that he could regularly deliver cases to her restaurant. He also sneaks in bottles for Anastacha

♡ ok this depends on the doorman you interpret but if they are young, Margarette would definitely treat them as her own nibling/grandchild since she's never had her own. She is quite affectionate, would teach the young doorman how to crochet and invite them for tea occassionally

♡ Lois is as hospitable as Margarette. Roman is too wary of strangers and gets a bit cranky whenever there are visitors coming over. But honestly its ok bc Lois keeps him grounded

♡ Robertsky also suffers from low self-esteem. But unlike Elenois, he copes with it by being conceited. He is jealous of Albertsky for being "more popular with the ladies" when in reality, it's just an exaggeration of his perception of his brother.

♡ the Peachman brothers own their shoemaking business

♡ Arnold publishes educational books and writes activist journals. He is quite popular for his involvement in politics and almost crossed the DDD once... in response, the DDD secretly sent a doppelganger of him with stitched eyes as a warning

♡ Steven is a former veteran and likely suffers from PTSD. He switched to becoming a regular pilot in the local airport since there was a very high demand for the job

♡ Mclooy managed his own restaurant before officially retiring. He is a really, really good cook and often volunteers with Nacha when the neighbors gather for a potluck/ cookout.

♡ Rafttellyn only married Alf for the money 😭😭😭😭 i mean come on, shes young, married a lawyer whose probably leagues older than her, is a housewife and carries expensive jewelry and a designer bag 😳

♡ I really like the idea that Mia and Afton are just each other's beards. Mia probably has a crush on Nacha and may or may not be subtly flirting with her.

♡ On the flip side, if they are in a genuine relationship, I do think that Mia resents Afton and is falling out of love. Maybe because Afton is too obsessed with his job that he doesnt give enough attention to her

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Inspiration Saturday!

Tagged by @daffi-990 @wildlife4life @exhuastedpigeon @disasterbuckdiaz and @wikiangela thank youuuuu

Finally got around to making a moodboard for Single Dads AU so I have something to post today!! And please enjoy a cute scene with Buck and his girls first thing in the morning

Today, Buck’s 27 years old, a firefighter for the LAFD, and has managed to guide his daughters through their lives without too many major incidents. Carrie’s 7 and doing well in school. He’s on the PTA and is very involved in the school’s community. Lily’s 5 and today’s her first day at school.

Shit. It’s Lily’s first day. It’s 7am and Buck hasn’t even gotten out of bed yet, much less roused the girls, both of whom are notoriously not morning people. It’s with a slight sense of panic that Buck launches himself out of bed and hurriedly throws on his uniform.

He shares a wall with the girls’ bedroom, so he raps his knuckles sharply, right where he knows their bunk bed sits, just like he does every morning, before leaving his room and striding to their door.

Buck opens the door slowly, eyeing the two lumpy forms under the mountains of blankets. There’s no movement from either mound, save for the steady rise and fall as they breath, and Buck tiptoes forward, stretching up to run his fingers through the long, blonde curls splayed over the pillow on the top bunk.

“Carrie,” he whispers as he presses a gentle kiss into his daughter’s hair. “Wake up sweetheart, it’s time for school.”

Carrie turns away from Buck with a grumble that sounds suspiciously like “go away,” and pulls the blankets over her head. Buck chuckles, Sarah used to be exactly the same in the mornings, completely unable to face the world unless she’d had a cup of coffee, which she’d consume at the table with a frown, practically growling at Buck whenever he’d try talk to her.

Unfortunately, Carrie’s too young for coffee, so Buck just has to face the wrath of a cranky 7-year-old until she’s eaten breakfast.

“Hey, come on, we’re going to be late,” Buck continues, poking Carrie in the back until she giggles, twisting away from his fingers. “Good morning,” he grins when she finally sits up and turns to him, her face rosy with sleep and her hair haloing her head in a bird’s nest of blonde.

“Don’t wanna get up,” Carrie mutters as she leans forward, resting her head on his shoulder. Buck tuts sympathetically as he rubs her back before scooping her into his arms and pulling her off the bed.

“I know you don’t,” he says as he rocks her back and forth, holding her like a baby, “But it’s your sister’s first day of school and we really, really gotta get ready.”

Buck set’s Carrie on the ground and pats her back, gently encouraging her forwards. “I’ll be in to fix you breakfast in a second, go hop in the shower.”

He watches fondly as Carrie shuffles from the room, rubbing her eyes sleepily, before turning to his youngest. Somehow, Lily’s still passed out on the lower bunk. Her ability to sleep through absolutely anything will never cease to amaze Buck. He reckons it’s likely due to having a boisterous older sister and needing to sleep in loud environments when Buck was floating from job to job when she was little. The girls at the bar he’d worked at had absolutely loved seeing her strapped to his chest, earmuffs on and drooling a wet patch into his shirt as she slept, the rhythmic rocking of him shaking cocktails usually lulling her to sleep.

Buck kneels on the ground and carefully peels back her duvet, reaching out a finger to stroke along her nose, a trick that’s worked to wake her up ever since she was a baby.

“Lily, honey, it’s time to get up,” he whispers, “today’s your first day of school.”

Lily, much like her older sister, isn’t easily roused, and Buck ends up scooping her into his lap and cradling her warm, sleepy body against his chest. Usually, he’d rip back the covers and poke her until she woke up but today’s a special day and the last thing he wants is for her to wake up cranky. So, he settles himself in the relatively unused rocking chair in the corner of their room and whispers quietly in her ear as he rocks back and forth, until she’s sitting up in his lap and yawning widely, rubbing her eyes with the back of her fists.

“Got school?” Lily asks as she rests her head against Buck’s shoulder and tucks her feet up into his lap, curling into a tight little ball in his arms.

“Mmhmm,” Buck hums as he strokes a hand over her head, “you’re a big girl and get to go to school like Carrie today. Wanna pick out an outfit?”

Lily nods tiredly and hops off his lap, making her way over to the chest of drawers. “I wanna look pretty, Daddy,” she announces as she tugs open her drawer and starts sifting through all her clothes. Buck watches in amusement as she flings one shirt after the next onto the floor. He’s got half a mind to tell her to pick them up when she’s done but he’ll allow his baby one more morning of being little.

Eventually Lily turns to him with a pair of sparkly tights in one hand and her beloved butterfly shirt (complete with wings) in the other. “Can I wear this, please?” she asks, batting her eyelids at Buck. He’s not sure where she learned to do that but he’s a complete sucker for it and folds like a deckchair every time.

“Of course, baby, you’re gonna look beautiful,” he says, and he means it. She’s the most beautiful butterfly he’s ever seen.

(No pressure) tagging @thewolvesof1998 @housewifebuck @theotherbuckley @watchyourbuck @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @callmenewbie @cal-daisies-and-briars @fionaswhvre @spotsandsocks @steadfastsaturnsrings @bucksbackwardcap @evanbegins @smilingbuckley @rainbow-nerdss @hippolotamus @fortheloveofbuddie @buckbuckgoose @weewootruck and @spagheddiediaz and anyone else that wants to do it! (Let me know if you want to be added/removed from this taglist btw)

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Most powerful owl house characters (raw physical/magical power)

1) The Titans (ft Luz and Belos Titan magic variants), includes King when he’s grown up

2) The Archivists (Second because they had to use deception to kill the Titans, I imagine they aren’t more powerful than the Titans directly or almost matched in power)

3) The Collector (Defeated by Papa Titan and Belos using Titan magic, hasn’t reached their full potential yet)

4) Darius Deamonne (Darius can beat Raine in a genuine fight and is only defeated by Eberwolf’s life being threatened/Eda’s magic decay so generally. He can easily defeat other coven heads and has the ability to just disintegrate metal??)

5) Raine Whispers (Raine can defeat Eda and almost defeats Belos when they’re exhausted, Raine is a prodigy who’s known for being powerful and could change the chemical composition of your blood if they wanted to. Fun fact.)

6) Eda and Lilith Clawthorne (their harpy forms are pretty powerful, as well as their magic decay abilities. Eda can defeat Lilith but after Lilith steps into her own and begins defining herself the comparison kinda fades and I think they just share a place on the list.

7) Gus Porter (Gus is the most powerful of the Owl House kids in raw magic which also comes with major drawbacks. However, Gus is able to defeat a coven head on his own and cast massive and powerful illusions)

8) Terra Snapdragon ft the Coven Heads (they’re staggered but I don’t want to sort them all tbh) (I don’t need to explain her 👍) /j, also tied with Alador Blight (Alador primarily uses technology that makes him more powerful but he is significantly powerful and could probably hold his own against a coven head)

9) Belos (he’s further down because he tends to win based on political power and other characters like Hunter and the Scouts backing him up, or using Hunter as a shield. He’s still powerful though, but he’s very much making up for lack of power by using other people. He would be dead so many times over if he wasn’t liquid 👎

Bonus: Warden Wrath (Sometimes). Willow Park is also up here as well as Amity Blight but they’re still growing into their magic and I was thinking 1v1 power and not teamwork bc together they can kick some ass!! I think Gus, Raine, Darius, Eber etc hold back most of the time or are choosing not to use their full power actively. Luz can beat Belos in gaslight gatekeep girlboss arguments but sadly that didn’t count. Her glyphs are based tho. Luz beats Hunter and he’s very cranky about it /silly.

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Maladroit Penchant-

Lo'ak Sully x Reader

Summary: Lo'ak can be difficult, stubborn; A rebel most of the time and it's something he's aware of. He's based his entire personality around his ability to find trouble and it's one he manages to maintain be it deliberately or by accident; And yet, his tenacious persona comes crumbling down when he's in the presence of his childhood friend who he definitely does not have a crush on.

-Friends to lovers- Masterlist Part 2

Part 1-

There was an uproar of cries of panic that sent the group of young Navi kids in training into a disruptive state of mayhem as a viperwolf pup ran in circles around them. In an attempt to be rid of the unfriendly animal, the kids began to lurch anything at it that their hands could grab; from rocks and twigs to a literal torch- that was still ablaze when it was thrown carelessly and mind you, aimlessly, which then set the grass, upon which it landed, on fire. Tiny flames began to dance across the glade, soon turning into ribbons of scarlet that only got bigger and bigger by the moment.

There was chaos,

And for once, Lo'ak wasn't responsible for it.

He watched, borderline amused as the other young Navi scattered all over, like a litter of younglings separated from their mother, hoping to find some sort of refuge from the wrath of quick-spreading fire and the annoying viperwolf pup that just wouldn't go away despite the mayhem.

He winced when an insensitive thought crossed his mind, all while watching from afar the paranoia set in amidst the kids.

"Well Dad, at least I didn't start this fire"

He knew if he'd said this out loud around his older brother, Neteyam would give him a sharp whack to the back of his head, a scowl plastered on his face. "Now's not the time you skxawng" he'd scold

But for once, when all hell broke loose, his name wasn't called by his dad with that all-too-familiar angry and disappointed tone.

For once, he could just sit back and watch someone else make a horrible mess of things.

For once he-

"Lo'ak!"

Nevermind.

He groaned internally, rolling his eyes as he slowly turned around to face the source of that stern voice, knowing well enough who it was already. If not by the voice then by the sound of the direhorse's hooves.

"I didn't do it" he was quick to defend himself, almost as if he'd been waiting for a day like this where he could declare himself innocent of any kind of mischief. He puffed out his chest, a grin dancing on his lips as he pointed toward the pandemonium "dad I swear it was that skxawng over there who-"

"You just going to stand around and grin like an idiot instead of helping?" Jake sighed, disappointment evident per usual. He didn't bother to wait for his youngest son to form a reply before he broke into a slow run and hopped off the elevated terrain, amidst the younger kids.

And as if he was omnipresent, Neteyam rode to the scene atop his own direhorse, letting out an audible grunt as he dismounted the animal to join his dad and help. He gave his younger brother a playful whack to the head and Lo'ak reacted by hissing in annoyance, raising his hand to smack the older boy's forearm.

Great, he thought, once again rolling his eyes, the perfect soldier swoops in to save the day.

___

The fire never spread past the glade, thus making it easier to put out. The kids were unharmed and the annoying viperwolf pup was shooed off into the forest. Everything was calm.

And yet, Lo'ak still seemed to earn himself a chiding.

"You have a talent" Neteyam's tone was playful when he addressed the younger boy. He playfully bumped his fist against his brother's arm, making sure to make it clear he was being playful and not rewarding his brother with even more berating; Ewya knew how cranky Lo'ak got after a good reprimanding from their sa'sem "how'd you manage to get in trouble when you weren't even the one who caused it"

"Whatever, I don't even care" the boy sighed, too tired to even try and advocate for himself. Whatever argumentative strength he had, he'd used earlier during his confrontation with his dad to no avail. It was useless trying to argue with someone who didn't want to listen to him in the first place.

Neteyam only chuckled, not wanting to push too much lest he had to deal with one of his childish tantrums or rambles about how unfair life was. He'd been training all day and in all honesty, he didn't have the fortitude to deal with a whining Lo'ak.

Despite his previous testimony, Lo'ak did in fact, seem to care

A lot,

The boy went into a full blown harangue that unfortunately for Neteyam, didn't seem to be nearing the end anytime soon. It was as if time had momentarily frozen, entrapping him in this agonising loop of having to listen to his baby brother's endless cycle of complaints that just kept coming like clockwork. Even if Lo'ak did take the hint that his older brother was just outright bored, judging by the constant sighing and half-assed pity-smiles, he just didn't give a fuck; too content that someone was kind enough to just shut up and listen to him, regardless that everything he was saying was going in through one ear and out the other.

The appearance of blue by the entrance of their abode caught the older sibling's attention. He noticed only the flash of royal azure before he recognised the silhouette which immediately put a smile on his face. He inwardly thanked Ewya, now looking at the other Navi with such joy, you'd think he was two seconds away from springing to his feet and snogging the visitor.

"Hi" came an all too familiar voice that at once had Lo'ak seizing his one-man debate on why the middle child lives the hardest life that any living soul could imagine. He craned his neck to look at the person behind him, a sheepish grin creeping up.

"Hey Y/N" he gave her a nod, his ears perking up slightly that gave away his excitement to see his friend; something he was trying to downplay and be cool about.

Neteyam rolled his eyes, knowing too well by now of his younger brother's crush on their childhood friend. The only other thing he found more torturous to experience other than Lo'ak's bratty ranting was his god-awful flirting skills or lack there of. It was almost physically painful to watch him and he had to commend his brother for managing to prove himself to be an even bigger idiot with each passing day. You'd think after all these years he'd get better at it but he somehow managed to just get more and more awkward. Heck at this point even Spider had a better chance with Kiri than Lo'ak had with Y/N.

"What you guys up to?" the girl asked as she crossed her legs to sit between the boys, twirling a lock of hair once before she began to braid it as she waited for the boys' response.

"Whining apparently" Neteyam grinned as he looked at Lo'ak and then back at Y/N, letting her know that his brother was in another one of his moods today.

"Ah" she broke into an amused smile, leaning back slightly when Lo'ak threw a small straw basket at his brother, a childish scowl on his face. Once he'd resumed to his original position, his one knee pulled up snug against his chest, Y/N scooted closer to play with his braids, subtly trying to slip a few beads into his hair that she'd got with her.

"What are we doing tomorrow at training?" she asked, trying to change the topic and hopefully distract the boys from catching onto what she was doing.

Either she was ready good at being discreet into adorning his hair with the new jewellery or Lo'ak just didn’t mind.

Neteyam could tell it was the latter.

"Archery" he said, concealing his smile by attempting to cough into his hand.

"I'm already like soo good at it" Lo'ak rolled his eyes "can't I just go out hunting or some shit? Or maybe I can.."

It was between cute and comical how he just kept rambling while a light blush danced across his freckled cheeks. He was well aware of what Y/N was doing but decided not to acknowledge or comment, lest she stopped and scooted away from him. He felt something flutter in his chest each time her fingertips accidentally brushed against his cheek or neck and he was praying to Ewya that he wasn’t a flustered mess but judging by his brother's stupid grin he knew he wasn’t really being cool about it.

If there was something in close range, he'd pick it up and throw it at Neteyam but fortunately for him, there wasn’t anything apart from that basket he threw earlier. Lo'ak wouldn’t mind getting up to retrieve said basket and throw it at him again but then that would mean loss of contact from Y/N.

As the conversation continued, Lo'ak's attention was solely fixated on Y/N's movement beside him. When she leaned in closer, her breath fanning against his neck, her knee touching his thigh. After she was done, she leaned back with a smile, proud of her work.

"Am I a pretty boy now?" Lo'ak asked, giving her one of his fetching smiles that showed off his pearly whites. He inwardly frowned at the fact that she was no longer close enough for him to literally hear her breathing.

"Dashing" she looked up at him through her lashes, fanning herself to exaggerate her reaction that made the older Sully sibling want to gag and cough up a hairball.

She reached out to adjust something, placing her one hand on his thigh to support herself as she fixed his hair. Lo'ak could physically feel his brain short-circuiting while he looked at her with parted lips, face getting hotter with each second she continued to dote over him.

"This is getting painful to watch now" Neteyam buried his face into his hands so that he didn’t have to look at his brother completely shut down at the mere touch of Y/N.

"Better" she hummed contently, ignoring Neteyam and completely unaware that she had temporarily broken the poor boy next to her. She sat down once again to admire her work and definitely not him. He only gulped and smiled, looking borderline constipated.

Lo'ak found it almost pathetic of himself to lose all sense when it came to her. He was a warrior in training, someday responsible for protecting the clan. The son of Toruk Makto; Who turned to a pile of mush when put in close proximity with his childhood friend. His bad-boy persona really wasn’t going to fool anyone if this kept happening with her.

"I have to go make my rounds with mom and dad" Neteyam stood up, picking up the straw basket "I'll see you later Y/N"

He lovingly ruffled her hair and boisterously whacked the back of Lo'ak's neck before dropping the basket over his head, which elicited an angry hiss from the younger brother.

"Bitch" he grunted under his breath, throwing the straw basket carelessly to the side as Neteyam ran out cackling like a kid.

"Kiri said something about you guys going to check some place out in the forest" Y/N snapped him out of his temperament "spider coming too, yea?"

"Uh yea" Lo'ak rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to think too much about the fact that he was alone with her "You wanna come?"

"Hm, I don’t know" she tilted her head to the side before looking up at him with her pretty gold eyes, leaning into him slightly, just enough for her arm to touch his "do you want me to?"

Oh she knows what she's doing, she's gotta know Lo'ak thought, super aware of their skin being in contact again. With the way she was looking at him, he was so tempted to just lean in and kiss her.

What's the worst that could happen? he asked himself.

A lot, you skawng! She'll stop hanging out with you, she might not even like you. She might slap you. Or worse, she'll tell you she's always had a thing for Neteyam and not you.

The last bit made him cringe.

Once done with his mental debate, he cleared his throat, hoping he hadn’t zoned out for too long.

"Well I mean," he shrugged, trying to be chill "if you tag along I wouldn’t-"

"Not what I asked, Lo'ak"

Her voice was low, tone soft and eyes captivating as always. Did she always have those freckles scross her nose? Lips inviting- Stop!

Lo'ak gulped, simply to buy time to formulate something to say while his heart hammered in his chest and all his brain said was 'damn she's beautiful'. His eyes darted between hers and only for a fraction of a second he made the bold decision to glance at her lips before quickly looking up, praying to Ewya that she didn’t catch that.

"Do you want me to come?" she asked again, not once tearing her gaze from his and commencing this stand off.

"Yes" he managed to say, nothing more than a whisper.

[sd-vtm]

V held back a snarky response with a bite of her tongue before turning away to appear uninterested.

Jokes aside she didn't like the idea of being tossed into the air here! "Puh-lease, I can fly genius, so really what does it matter? Not like you won't ever get a chance to find out.."

A huff and she goes back to blowing a few of her bubbles. "..I could toss you too..probably not very far though since you got such a fat head."

And there it goes.

@sd-vtm from here

"What? Afraid of a little involuntary flight? Afraid you'll look weak if you get tossed around like a ragdoll?"