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gurugirl · 5 months ago

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Dress up

sugardaddy!harry x yn | An extra for The Arrangement

Summary: Y/n dresses up in diamonds and jewels and thinks she looks sexy so she secretly makes a solo video of herself. But then she goes out on a limb and sends the video to Harry while he's working.

A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I've given you an update for these two! This was requested! Here

Word Count: 4,548

Warning: 18+ only, smut, use of toys, spanking, sharing of a solo sex tape

The Arrangement Masterlist

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Y/n remembers a time when she’d wear clothes that were slightly unkempt. Clean but perhaps maybe a little wrinkled. Shirt hems and collars would be folded funny, buttons misaligned, sweaters and dresses not fitted properly…

Back then she relied on the drier to de-wrinkle her clothes. Nowadays a professional service delivered her freshly cleaned and pressed items to her door. All of which were tailored to fit her perfectly.

So it wasn’t unusual for Y/n to play dress up with herself when Harry was away at the office and she was at home alone. She enjoyed having such nice clothes and things filling her closet. It’s something she never had before.

She’d layer on a silk Chanel dress with her Ferragamo belt, a Hermes scarf, and the expensive custom disk hat with silk roses Harry bought her when they went to the Kentucky Derby. She’d watch herself in the long floor-length mirror and practice walking like a woman who owned the kind of clothes she was wearing.

But sometimes she focused on the jewelry. The pretty shiny rocks and jewels, delicately woven precious metal bands and chains… Harry had bought her more jewelry than she’d ever seen in her life. Diamonds, gold, platinum, rubies, emeralds, pearls, silver… Rings, watches, brooches, necklaces, anklets, earrings, belts, and bracelets. You name it.

And on this particular evening, Harry was at a dinner meeting that was going to run late. She’d bathed and put on her perfumed moisturizing balm and then walked naked into her massive walk-in closet where she opened up her lingerie drawer and spotted the elbow-length velvet opera gloves. She’d only ever worn them once but she remembers the way they felt on her arms and how luxurious it made her feel.

Watching herself in her mirror she slid each glove up her arms and posed, raising her arms over her head to lift her tits and make her tummy appear more svelte.

She grinned as she turned and then she had a sudden idea. Opening up her jewelry armoire she was presented with shiny, sparkly bobbles and jewels.

“Siri… shuffle music by Sara Vaughan to the master bedroom speakers.”

When the jazzy slow music began to play she traced her gloved fingers over the diamond necklace she often wished she could wear every day. It was littered in diamonds, the drop cutting down to just above her cleavage. Lifting it up she placed it gently over her head and laid it over her bust. It was spectacular. Heavy and twinkly and chilled on her skin. She smoothed her hands down her body and stared at her figure in the mirror wearing nothing but gloves and the ridiculously expensive necklace Harry had bought her.

Which then gave her the idea to add on the pretty rainbow jewel body belt. The thin chain was loaded with various colored diamonds, emeralds, rubies, topaz… The end of the chain draped down her back, laying just over her bum with a pretty pearl at the end. Then she put on the drop diamond earrings that matched the necklace. The bottom diamond was so big it nearly reached her shoulder when she shrugged.

She layered pearls and opals and her diamond bracelets over her gloved wrists and then slid on her black high heels, doing a dramatic twirl and bending to see her backside with a giggle.

She swayed her hips to the sexy music crooning through the speakers and then grinned at herself in the mirror, “Look how pretty… Daddy would love this.”

Feeling her naked skin under her gloves was a dream. The way the velvet ran smoothly over her flesh felt sexy and the more jewelry she layered on the prettier she felt. All sparkly and fancy with soft skin and perked nipples.

Sitting her video camera on its stand next to the mirror she hit record and began dancing slowly with herself, all decked out in diamonds. Running her hands over her curves and up to her tits she bit her lip and looked at the camera, “There isn’t anyone that wouldn’t want to have this…” She spun around and laughed to herself before bending at the waist and spreading her thighs just enough that the camera could catch the view of her pussy from behind.

Peeking over her shoulder she stared into the lens and drew a hand down her back and over her bottom before swatting a cheek and moaning softly, “Not so bad with the glove,” she spoke aloud as she lowered her fingers until she could feel the velvet sliding over her pussy, back and forth.

Humming she looked at herself in the mirror and then pressed her finger over her other tight hole, “Needs a little sparkle, doesn’t it?”

She stood up and pulled open her toy drawer to select the plug of the night. It was an easy choice. The anal plug with diamonds. Real diamonds. Another thing she didn’t often wear because it was the least practical of her plugs. But it was pretty.

Stepping back up to the camera she held the plug up and drizzled lube over the tip then repeated the words of the song Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets…

Bending at the waist, ass aimed toward the camera she took her left hand and pulled at her cheek as she began to push the plug into her hole with her right hand. Y/n had become quite the expert at putting in her own plugs. She was used to it now. Even though Harry always told her to not do it when he wasn’t present, she often did it anyway. They had fun with it every time he found out she disobeyed him (but she knew he secretly loved it).

“Oh!” She squeaked when the cool metal fit into place and stretched her out. “Feels so good…” she swayed her hips as she spread her ass cheeks for the camera and hummed to the music.

Turning around to face the camera she tutted at herself, “Beautiful… So sparkly. Think I deserve a treat,” she grinned at her reflection and brushed her hand down her torso to her hips, and raised the other arm over her head as she toyed with her clit and gasped.

Of course, she was putting on a little show. Something to watch later on in private. She’d gotten in the habit of making little videos of herself dancing naked or masturbating. Or just talking about nothing really. She’d started to feel so confident and happy with herself thanks to Harry. And the videos were her naughty little secret. Sometimes, with the extra sexy ones, she’d even touch herself as she rewatched them later on, loving the way she looked.

This time was no different. She was stunning with sparkly jewels and velvet gloves. Long stretched of bare skin, breasts bouncing as she swayed and twirled.

Reaching for her breasts she squished them together with a moan and then jiggled them at the camera before swiping her thumb over each nipple, “Get those nice and hard. We know how much I like hard things don’t we?” She laughed to herself.

Reaching into her toy drawer she found her tiny pink vibrator and turned it on, “Gonna feel so good,” she ran the small toy down the center of her body, between her breasts, over her belly button, and then circled it over her pussy with a sharp inhale.

Moving to the music she kept her eyes on the camera and continued pressing the toy against her clit, “Oh… I’m getting so wet.”

Her breathing picked up and her nipples tightened more, goosebumps covered her skin as she felt the yummy sensation of arousal fill her veins.

“Mmm… I do it so well. Always get myself off. Don’t need Daddy every time, do we?” She chuckled and then gasped when she pressed the toy harder against her bud.

“So wet already. Such a dirty, horny girl…” she bit her lip and turned off the pink toy before placing it on the counter and running her velvet-covered fingers up and down her swollen, wet pussy, “So messy… mmm… Gonna get in so much trouble doing this. I think Daddy’s gonna have to spank me.”

The more she stroked her pearl the wetter her gloves got. She clenched her empty hole and moaned, “Need more. Like all my holes stuffed,” she spoke breathily as she peeked into her drawer and pulled out her clear silicone dildo. The extra long one that was ridged thickly and made her come so fast. She needed to get on with the show. Harry would be coming back soon.

Pulling her soft chair in front of the mirror and the camera she gently sat and cooed at the feel of the plug shifting under her bum, “Oop! Fuck that’s feeling really good.”

Y/n lifted her legs, planting her heeled feet on the seat cushion and spreading her thighs so there was an excellent view of her plug and her pussy.

“I’ve gotten myself all wet,” she drew a finger over her inner thigh and licked at the velvet-gloved finger, “Mm! I know why Daddy says it tastes so good. So yummy,” she sighed as she spread her legs wider and placed the dildo against her pussy lips, running it through her slippery folds before finally pushing it in slowly.

She parted her lips and stared into the camera as she began to work the silicone toy in and out until she could push it in deep and it pressed into the shared wall where her anal plug was. The toy tucked in her ass bobbed every time she thrust the dildo in deep and she moaned at the sight, “Oh my god… that’s so hot isn’t it? Look at how both holes take everything I give them so well.”

Fucking herself with the dildo and rubbing her clit with her gloves she stretched her neck back and whined loudly.

The slick sound of her cunt around the silicone toy filled the spaces between the notes and the music playing, just loud enough for the camera to pick up the sound. Going in faster she lulled her head forward to keep her eyes on the camera but she was in a bit of a daze. She always tried to keep her eyes open for the camera when she came because that was her favorite.

“Good girl, baby… Taking your toys so good. Fucking look like a goddess right now. Oh shit… that’s it… doing it so good…”

Her chest was rising and falling and she heard the chime of an incoming text, which she was sure was Harry, “Daddy’s trying to reach me,” she laughed playfully, “But his little girl is busy fucking herself, isn’t that right?”

It wasn’t long before she was shaking and her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her velvet gloves were ruined with her arousal as she fingered her swollen clit and clamped down on the dildo and the plug with a soft cry, “Oh god! Right there… Fuck…”

Her orgasm had wiped her out. She tried keeping her eyes on the camera but her whole head was swirling with pleasure and lust as she trembled and moaned, creaming all over her dildo.

She heaved and pulled the toy out, dropping it to the floor, and leaned back into the cushion to recover for a moment, “So good. You always do it right. Even better than Daddy sometimes,” she snorted a laugh and sat up to look at the camera teasingly before wobbly legs took her across the space to turn off the recording on her camera.

. . .

Y/n had watched her newest home video at least four times. And she was so turned on every time she watched it, she’d make herself come in record time, rubbing her clit and feeling so proud of how pretty she looked and how brave she’d become since she’d been with Harry.

And the recent video with all the jewels was her best work yet. She really loved it. So much so that she was thinking about sharing it with Harry. She wondered what he’d think about it. She was positive he’d just go nuts over it like she did. He’d act all upset and stoic. Probably give her a good spanking (at least) but she knew he’d adore it.

So, in a moment of sheer insanity or bravery (she wasn’t sure which) she tucked her top row of teeth into her bottom lip, attached the video to a text message for Harry, and squealed when she hit send. She couldn’t believe she’d sent it. All of her solo videos had been her little secret all this time but now she was bringing Harry into the mix by showing him.

It was 2 pm on a Wednesday. He was at the office and probably just getting out of his most recent meeting. And she knew he’d see it shortly after she sent it.

She kept her eye on the screen of her phone, waiting for the message to say ‘read’. It only took a few minutes. She giggled to herself as she snuggled into the couch with her laptop and watched the video, trying to time it so that she was watching it at the same time he was. Wondering what he was thinking with every minute that drew on.

Her heart was racing in anticipation of his response. She knew she’d be in for a bit of punishment but she didn’t know exactly what to expect from it.

But then minute after minute drew on. The video had ended and there was no word from Harry. No bobbing dots to indicate he was texting. No phone call. Nada.

She felt heat creep over her skin as she thought about all the ways Harry would teach her a lesson. Y/n knew Harry was making a plan. Surely he was devising some kind of punishment for her misbehavior. She couldn’t wait.

Less than an hour later Harry was walking through the front door. Y/n peeked over the back of the couch toward the foyer entry and she saw him pass through but he didn’t look in her direction. He breezed by cooly and went into the kitchen.

Y/n scrambled off the couch to follow after him. He was pouring a glass of water for himself silently when she rounded the island and put her hands on his shoulders, “Hi, Daddy.”

He grunted and moved away, making her hands fall from his back as he put the water pitcher back into the fridge before taking a long gulp of his water.

Waiting silently for him to award her a glance she watched her man place the empty glass into the sink as he sighed, placing his palms flat onto the marble countertop, “So you think you can take care of yourself better than I can? Is that right?”

She knew that line would stick out to him.

“I was just teasing. You know no one does it better than you, Da–“

“And you disobeyed me. Looked like you were having the time of your life, Y/n. Did you enjoy wearing all the expensive jewelry I bought you? Enjoyed getting yourself off while I was working hard to keep a roof over your head?” He turned and looked at her. Stern and serious.

Now she knew he was being dramatic. The whole keep-a-roof-over-your-head comment was a bit silly. Harry could retire right then if he wanted to.

“I did enjoy it, actually,” she quipped back before biting her lip.

“Well now at least you’re being honest with me. When did you make the video? Was this today?”

Shaking her head she leaned into the counter, “A week ago.”

He nodded slowly, his green eyes trailing down over her body. She was only wearing one of his t-shirts.

“And what were you up to today that compelled you to send me this one-week-old video?”

She gulped, “Nothing really. Um… I just wanted to share it with you because I liked it. Thought you’d like it to.” She said blinking her eyes innocently at him.

Harry sniffed, “It was very pretty to look at. But you went against my explicit rules. Does Daddy not give you enough orgasms every day? Every morning and every night I work to keep you satisfied. Are you so desperate for an orgasm that you can’t wait a few hours until I get home?”

She breathed shallowly and looked down, “I just sometimes like to do it myself. And I felt so pretty.”

Y/n felt Harry’s touch on her arm, “Come.”

She followed him upstairs to her closet where he opened up her drawers until he found her toys and then her gloves and opened up the jewelry armoire.

“Put everything on that you had in the video. Meet me in the bedroom when you’re ready.”

Y/n felt her nerves bubble as she put everything on. The jewels, the gloves, the plug, and her heels. She sighed as she gave herself a once over in the mirror before stepping out into the bedroom where Harry was seated at the end of the bed facing the TV. Her video on the large screen paused at the beginning. He had his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, ready to get to work.

“C’mere,” he patted his lap. He kept his eyes focused on her body as she neared him and placed her hand on his shoulder to sit down but he pulled her over his thighs, tummy down, and ass up where he gave her a very swift smack and then massaged at the meat of her bum, pulling her plushy cheeks apart and tapped her plug, “Good. Looks like we’re all set.”

Her head was hanging down and the weight of the necklace was especially heavy in her new position, the earrings pulling at her lobes as she rocked over him to stabilize herself. She imagined she was going to need to hang on to something.

“Watch with me. Lift your head. Let’s see this dirty little video my spoiled girl made.”

She scoured the screen with her eyes, her body in view and the jewels glinting off the light from above her. Y/n had to strain to keep her head up. She leveraged herself up with her hand on the bed next to Harry’s thigh.

She had seen the video enough times that she had the whole thing nearly memorized. The music, the moment she bends and shows the camera her plug, the lines she spoke…

Harry spanked her ass, two stinging open palmed swats to each side and she winced at the pain and gasped as she slid down, losing her balance when she kicked a leg up.

“Stay still for me and keep watching,” he spoke gruffly as he grasped the front of her neck and tilted her head back up so she could watch with him.

Gulping into his palm she arched her back when he spanked her bottom again, “Look at how pretty you are in my lap, baby,” he ran his hand down her spine to the little jeweled belt where the pearl hung at the top of her crack, “All these expensive things on your body, ass up for me,” he twisted the plug, “Pussy wet.”

She moaned when he ran his fingers between her crease and pressed his middle finger inside of her cunt before pulling it out and wiping it on the back of her thigh, where he then gave her another smack.

“Who bought all this for you, baby? Hmm? Who made this whole thing possible?”

“You, Daddy!” She didn’t hesitate to answer him.

“That’s right. This video wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for me. This pussy wouldn’t be wet if it weren’t for me.”

She nodded against his palm and moaned when his fingers circled her clit.

“Always my desperate, needy little girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped when he pinched her bud and she wiggled her hips but he gripped her neck tighter, “Don’t wiggle. You got yourself into this mess. These are the consequences.”

She squeezed her eyes closed as he swatted her again before he continued speaking, leaning down to groan into her ear, “Do you know how hard I got the moment I opened up that video at work? Walking down the hall to my office I had to hide my boner and click the volume off.”

She felt him pinch at her inner thigh, giving her clit a moment of respite from his fingers, “Had to calm myself down and lock the door. But then I finished watching your little video and I had to excuse myself to leave work early. Do you know how disruptive that was?”

She grunted as he pressed over her plug, “Right now, I’m supposed to be in a meeting with a potential investor. This was a big deal, Y/n. But I physically wasn’t able to stay at the office for a moment longer, and it’s your fault. Every time I thought about the way you came with your legs spread and this little plug flicking around from the dildo you were fucking yourself with… had to calm my cock. Was gonna burst in my pants.”

His fingers slid back into her cunt, two this time as he pumped into her walls and continued gripping her neck, “Look.”

She shifted her eyes to the screen and her voice filtered through the room, her gasps and moans as she began to come. And just as he described, her little plug was twitching in time with the way she was pressing the dildo into her cunt. It was a pretty sight.

She moaned when he kissed the back of her ear, “Fucking gorgeous when you come, baby. But this video? S’like a work of art. But you were still naughty. Didn’t get permission to do any of that did you?”

“No, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

His fingers were filling her up and squelching with every thrust, “You look so proud of yourself too. So confident. Like a big girl playing dress up with Daddy’s things. And if my cock weren’t throbbing right now I’d really teach you a lesson but I need to come inside of this little pussy. Been aching for it.”

She felt his legs shift and her body was moved, heels on the floor as he steadied her hips before he stood up and began to undo his pants, “Bend over the bed, spread your legs.”

She wanted to watch him pull his cock out. Wanted to see how hard he was but she knew better than to hesitate. She laid herself tummy down on the mattress and spread her thighs apart.

One of his hands was on her hip, lifting her slightly when she felt his thick cock drag against her pussy and then his chest was pressed into her back, “No one does it better than, Daddy.”

The moment he finished his sentence, lips against the shell of her ear, he slammed his cock inside of her. He took both of her hands in his, the velvet gloves keeping her from feeling his palms, as he pulled her arms behind her back and took both wrists in one big hand as he continued rocking into her.

She felt a sharp smack on her ass again and he grunted, thighs flexing as he worked into her. Her shoulders burned as he kept her arms held down at the middle of her back, one hand groping her ass cheek.

The view he had was gorgeous as always. Her plug pushed and pulled with every thrust of Harry’s cock and he could feel the press of it gliding over his cock through her tight warm walls.

The necklace was digging into her chest but she welcomed the way it felt on her skin as well as the burn of another swat to her bum because her body was giving itself over to him.

“My spoiled girl just keeps getting whatever she wants. Even when she’s naughty she gets all these pretty things; gets Daddy’s cock inside of her, gets all the orgasms she can handle. Guess you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, don’t you, baby?”

“Umph!” She croaked, her cheek smushed into the comforter, letting go of her ass as he leaned over, palm on the mattress, and drove into her with the kind of force she loved. It felt so much better than anything she could do to herself with her meager dildo. Harry’s cock was exactly what she needed.

“Yeah? Didn’t hear you make that noise in your little video.” He buried himself in, bullying another lewd sound from her throat as his hips rutted against her ass.

“Can’t help those pretty little noises can you? Daddy’s cock will always feel better won’t it?”

She was jolted forward, her mouth open with drool pooling over the blankets, “No… your cock… aoohha!”

Harry grinned at her inability to answer properly as he continued pounding into her, still holding her wrists together at her mid-back.

“Squeezing the fuck out of me baby. There you go… fuck…”

Y/n’s orgasm wiped her body out. The way the plug was stretching her out and Harry’s big cock was slamming into her guts she couldn’t hold on for a second longer.

She heard Harry panting between grunts and then felt both of his hands on her ass as he pressed in deep and unloaded himself, filling her insides with his come.

“My pretty baby. Love seeing you dripping in diamonds and all fucked out of your mind. Does it make you feel good baby? Wearing all these expensive things?”

He had his chest pressed into her back as he spoke quietly into her ear, hips pasted to her ass.

“I love it. It’s so nice, Daddy.”

He moved off of her, reaching an arm under her waist to pull her up to standing, and turned her in her arms, “Look at this,” bringing her gloved hands into his, he lifted them upward, “Ruined. Need to buy you new gloves it appears.”

She realized the cleaning job she’d done on them after making the video had been shoddy at best and now the tips of the fingers were steaky and lighter than the rest of the material, “Maybe dry cleaning?”

Harry pursed his lips as he began to take off her bracelets, unhooking each clasp, “Maybe. Not sure these can be salvaged, though.”

When he pulled her gloves off he reached around her neck to undo the necklace and then her jeweled belt before running his hands up and down her arms, “Gorgeous with or without all the diamonds,” he smirked.

“I like the diamonds, though. Fun to play dress up.”

He raised a brow and brought her left hand up to his mouth pressing his plush lips over her ring finger, “Thinking about what you’d look like with a pretty diamond right here.”

Y/n parted her lips and kept her gaze locked on Harry’s, “Like a… ring?”

Harry laughed at her shocked expression and pushed his fingers between hers as he cupped her cheek with his free hand, “Yeah. Like a ring.”

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rfswitchart · 1 year ago

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All things grow with time and love...

So, I see everyone has a take on when Hunter and Willow started going out. I think I’m gonna throw my take onto the pile and see if anyone likes it. But before we get to WAD, let’s go back a bit… Now, my thought is that after Hunter gets his scroll and apologizes profusely to the Entrails, Willow starts talking to him. It starts off reasonable enough, just friendly getting to know each other. But after maybe a few days or so, Willow dips a toe into the water. Maybe calling him handsome, maybe she compliments his voice, says she thinks his forelock is cute. Whatever the case might be, Hunter feels comfortable. Not knowing why his ears and cheeks feel hot, he lets it slip, saying she’s the most beautiful witch he’s ever laid eyes on. That’s when the playful flirting and teasing begins. Of course, you may think about how she felt apprehensive about him when the scouts invaded Hexside. I believe she didn’t see Hunter, the cute boy who loves sending her pics of Flapjack at the time. Instead, she saw the Golden Guard, as she didn’t know he left, nor had he contacted the other Entrails since he escaped the Emperor’s Mind. But then Hunter says something, something about a ‘breathing thing’ that Gus showed him, and two thoughts run through Willow’s mind. First, this is the sweet boy who she stays up with late at night talking about everything. And second, she knows that the breathing technique is used for when someone is having a panic attack or is stressed. She trusts him immediately, waiting to ask him what happened AFTER they send the scouts packing and Hunter tells them about the Day of Unity. He goes off, trying to clean up the space he used for sleeping and eating while hiding from Belos. After an hour or so, she finds him and they talk. Hunter says nothing about being a Grimwalker, nor does he talk about who or what Belos is. He simply tells her that he betrayed the Emperor, that he has been hurt by the monster in the shape of a man, and that he ran away. Willow listens to his every word, concerned but comforting him as best as she can. They talk more. She confides in him about the days when she wanted to run away, when Boscha, Amity, and their gang bullied her relentlessly. Willow smiles, saying that Amity and Skara walked away, apologizing and becoming her friend just like he did. She tells him that she just wants to protect her friends and family, and he says he wants to do the same. Maybe that was the moment they locked eyes, drawing towards each other like magnets…… You know, until the Entrails come into the Paranormatorium and ruin the moment. But their flirting and comforting each other continues, long after the Day of Unity, quietly sneaking off to do things alone. Not as lovers, at least not yet, but testing those waters as friends. Walking around town, talking about things. Maybe they find a lake while they practice Derby stuff, something only they know about. Of course, they still flirt. It’s their secret language between them. Always whispering sweet nothings to each other when no one is watching, always cuddling when they’re alone. Hunter knows Willow doesn’t want to borrow Cosmic Frontier, she wants to cuddle into him while they read it together…

(other half in the reblogs)

#huntlow #the owl house #toh hunter #willow toh #i apologise in advance #writing bullshit

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rulersreachf4n · 2 years ago

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MY LONG LIST OF HUNTLOW/WINTER HEADCANONS

(REPOSTED)

Some of these are before the time skip and/or post-season 3

Because of their height differences, Hunter usually gives Willow forehead kisses or tussles her hair

Willow loves foreheadkisses

At least 75% of the photos that Willow took are of Hunter

Hunter pretends to hate cuddling but secretly loves it

Hunter and Willow has flown on each other’s palismen

Willow makes flower crowns for Hunter and he blushes whenever she does it

Huntlow and Lumity go on double dates but they prefer to go on dates alone

Flapjack and Clover (and now Waffles) ships them together and constantly tries to bring them together

Hunter at first when Willow blushed at him he misinterpreted it as Willow still being mad at him ‘cause of ASIAS

Gus is Hunter’s wingman and Luz is Willow’s wingman

Before they confessed their feelings for each other the rest of the Hexside squad and emerald entrails kids knew that they liked each other

Darius when full dad mode and mocking/teasing Hunter about his little crush and eventual girlfriend

Willow gives Hunter hugs all the time since he is touch starved

Willow dips Hunter then kisses him and he blushes when she does it

Amity always playfully teases Willow about Hunter

Hunter went full red tomato face when Willow kissed him on the cheek

Hunter sometimes plays with/braids Willow’s hair

He’s actually surprisingly quite good at styling and braiding hair

He got her a little baby flower seed for her to plant when they where in the human world

Hunter and Willow raced their palismen or played flyer derby when they where in the human world

Willow ran her fingers through Hunter’s short hair before they went to bed

Darius loves Willow as Hunter’s girlfriend

They talk all night on pensta

Talking on pensta is great but they prefer to have conversations in person

Hunter is so smitten when Willow shows her strength whether it’s opening a jar that other’s can’tor doing workouts, Hunter is always smitten

A lot of their time is spent in silence or with little to no words like gardening or reading

They cherish the time they spend together

Hunter at first didn’t really talk to Willow that much because everyone in the post called his voice annoying and he didn’t want to annoy Willow

Willow constantly tells Hunter how much she loves his voice especially his laugh

Willow blushed when Hunter picked a flower and put it in her hair by surprise

Hunter wore the yellow sun hat (the one shown in Willow’s photo album) because Willow said it looked good on him

Hunter somewhat knows what Clover is saying and tried to talk to other bees in the human world causing them to chase him

Willow had to get Clover to tell the bees to stop chasing Hunter

Hunter thinks that he isn’t good enough for Willow since she’s so strong and didn’t want to embarrass her

Willow wants Hunter to realize that he is more than enough for her

Willow took care of Hunter when he was sick and bought her cold stud earrings (the ones she wears in the season 2 end credits)

Hunter likes to watch Willow sleep

Willow fell asleep on Hunter’s lap which caused him to go full red tomato face

He unconsciously cuddled her after this and pet her head/hair

Gus playfully teases Hunter about his crush

Willow loves it when Hunter plays with/styles her hair

Hunter went full red tomato face when he saw Willow with her hair down for the first time in the human world

Hunter also saw Willow with her hair down and no glasses and was totally flustered about seeing her like that

Willow sometimes talked to Flapjack but doesn’t know exactly what he’s saying

Hunter stood up to Boscha but it didn’t do much but Willow appreciated the effort

One time Willow’s glasses was smudged and Hunter cleaned them, when Hunter put them back on Willow’s face she got full red tomato face and had to leave

Hunter misinterpreted her red face as anger and wondered if he did anything wrong and didn’t interact with her fir the rest of the day ‘cause he didn’t wanna make it worse

They always go on picnics, watch the sunset, or watch/chart star constellations as dates

They like simple dates with very little planning ahead of time

Amity and Willow talk about their dates after it’s over

Same with Gus and Hunter

Gus one time made an illusion of Willow and Hunter attempted to flirt with it but when he reached for the hand it poofed away and hw as so embarrassed and Gus was in trouble

The emerald entrails know about their little slush and try to get Hunter and Willow alone together any chance they get

After Labyrinth Runners, Willow grew fruits and veggies for Hunter

After learning about the day of unity Willow was scared about what will happen to Hunter since he has no magic

Hunter big spoon Willow little spoon but when one of them has a bad day or nightmare that one is the little spoon

(Happened immediately after everyone was re-uniting with each other) Hunter properly introduced Willow to Darius and Willow introduced her parents

Hunter was scared about meeting Willow’s parents since he was the golden guard and they knew what happened about ASIAS

Hunter was worried for nothing since he took care of their daughter

Both of them thanked Hunter and he said it was nothing

Hunter went to the human world and bought Cosmic Frontier book set and read it together with Willow and Gus

Hunter is speechless when he sees Willow in her grom dress and was red tomato face the whole night

Hunter didn’t wanna go to Grom with Willow since he doesn’t know how to dance and didn’t want to embarrass her but she told him that nobody knows how to dance at Grom and he accepted her offer to dance

Hunter had sewn matching flower patches for them to wear to grom and kept rambling on about Willow not needing them since she can create her own flowers but she wore it anyway

Hunter gets gitty whenever Willow touches him

Hunter was the first to say I love you

Luz and Hooty remade the tunnel of love for Hunter and Willow and they both go so flustered

Darius loves playfully teasing Hunter about Willow

Hunter was the one who cut Willow’s hair since she cut his

They both got flustered when he was cutting her hair

Hunter, Willow and Gus all 3 of them have their own Cosmic Frontier book club and reenact scenes and chapters and they always laugh about it

Hunter made a gravestone for Flapjackand the Hexside squad was there when he made it but only Hunter and Willow are the ones who visit it on a day to day basis

Willow and Hunter have date nights in the human world, they love the Boiling Isles but they both think that the human world is safer

Their dates are usually just the 2 of them alone together

Luz introduced all of them to Christmas and mistletoe and for the rest of the day all of them tried to get Hunter and Willow under the mistletoe

When Hunter found out about their plan he scolded them saying that when he does kiss Willow it can’t be forced and is waiting for the right moment

Hunter gave Willow a wooden heart he carved with their names on it

Willow didn’t give Hunter anything saying that she didn’t know what to get him or what he’d like

Hunter explained that she did give him something and that’s her, he just wanted to be with Willow and that’s the only gift he needed

After the kids thought that what Hunter said it was romantic (which it was) Willow got full red tomato face on Hunter when he said that

Their first date was a disaster and Hunter asked for a redo date, that was also a disaster and Hunter apologized repeatedly

Willow explained that it doesn’t matter because they will have plenty of dates to go on

Hunter go flustered after Willow said that

Darius asked Hunter is he was in love with Willow and he got embarrassed and flustered

Willow one time slept on Hunter’s bed and he went red tomato face but tucked her in and he slept on the floor

They onetime held hands in the hallway and everyone kept whispering and pointing and taking photos

They both go red when they held ands fir the first time in public

They love holding hands/fingers and both blush when they do it

They where in their “newly wed”/“honeymoon” phase for their first year of dating

Their first kiss was when Hunter was cutting Willow’s hair

Willow was Hunter’s first crush, kiss and girlfriend

Every other time Hunter has ALWAYS asked Willow if he can kiss her (CONSENT! CONSENT! CONSENT!) with the exception of forehead kisses

Forehead kisses are always appreciated

Willow loves watching Hunter sleep

He boops her nose all the time and Willow loves it

Hunter made his grom tux and Willow thought it was cute

Willow was oblivious to Hunter’s obvious flirting ad smitten by her but, when she saw the grom photo of Hunter getting flustered that’s when she knew

Willow his and cuddles Hunter

They always get flustered and embarrassed when they show PDA

Hunter always tells Willow how much he loves her

Willow helped Hunter carve Waffle’s

It was Hunter’s idea to get a Flapjack tattoo but, he wanted Willow to get tattoos but he thought that she wouldn’t want to

Hunter helped make her Emerald Entrails flyer derby uniform

Willow loves her jersey and wears it everyday

When Hunter first saw Willow in her flyer derby uniform with her hair cut he got so flustered and nervous

He one time saw Willow without her glasses and her new hair cut and got full red tomato face

Hunter helps Willow study for those late nights

Clover and Waffles tries to bring them together all the time

Hunter was Willow’s first kiss

Willow loves it when Hunter carved palismen and she always visits him at work

Hunter tried to call her a pet name like honey or baby and Willow thought it was strange and Hunter got embarrassed

All that lovey dovey pet names like Luz calls sweet potato for Amity all pet names and stuff they don’t like and prefer they just be real and honest with each other

When Hunter’s eye bags disappeared Willow blushed

Hunter loves it when Willow cooks food for him

Hunter tried making breakfast in bed for Willow but failed

Hunter can’t cook basic things so he’ll burn toast or set cereal on fire but can cook complex foods like a cake from scratch with no box mix or gourmet meals and Willow is just like… how

She always impressed by his meals and cooking and vice versa

They both prefer human foods over Boiling Isle food

When they first kissed in public they both got flustered

They prefer to have their romantic or affectionate moments alone

They always fly their palismen together in the night and they both love it

Hunter tells Waffles all about Willow and Willow tells Clover all about Hunter and they both live for that shit

Willow and Hunter made a nest for Waffles together

Hunter carved their names into the nest without Willow’s knowledge (she still doesn’t know about it)

Willow one time watched Hunter sleep and she kissed him on the forehead and tucked him in

Neither of them know that they both watch each other sleep

Darius loves it when Willow comes over

Hunter and Willow made their own private tree house in the human realm

They also have a tree house in the Boiling Isles

They spend more of their time in the tree house than they do at home whether it’s with each other or by themselves they spend more time there than anywhere else

Darius, Harvey and Gilbert don’t know about the tree house

Neither do the Hexside kids or the Emerald Entrails team and they intend to keep it that way

Hunter and Willow sometimes pull memories out of them whenever one of them ask a personal question

It’s easier to see than explain especially with Hunter’s situation

Hunter took care of Willow when she was sick and she was very red tomato faced both ‘cause the fever and because of Hunter

When Willow was recovering from her sickness, Hunter mistook her blushing and flustered as her getting sicker and worse

Willow and Hunter always sleep together (NOT IN A SEXUAL WAY!) sleep in the same bed cuddling or spooning etc

They usually sleep together in the tree house

Gus playfully jokingly asked both of them when is their wedding

They both got flustered and red tomato face

After that Hunter genuinely asked Willow if she sees a future with him in it

Willow got flustered and said yes

Other than that one time they both don’t want to think way ahead into the future and re more focused on each other and the present

Harvey and Gilbert love Hunter and ships him and Willow constantly

Same with Darius and Eberwolf

Willow, Vee, Luz, and Amity have girls night where they all tease Willow about Hunter

Same with Gus, Hunter, Edric (Hunter needs friends his own age) and Mattholomule have guys night and teases Hunter about Willow but Gus ESPECIALLY

#the owl house #toh #hunter #toh hunter #hunter toh #willow park #huntlow #winter #winter toh #toh winter #hunter x willow #willow x hunter #headcanons

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corvydwytch · 2 years ago

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Song of the Harpy (1)

In which the blackbird returns...

She could still recall the stillness of the woods around her, the deafening roar of the wind as it picked up around her, and the blood that caked onto her hands as she knelt in the mud. She remembered how hard it was to breathe, how still her being had become as she gazed at the dead bird in her hands. No. Not just a dead bird. This bird was a friend. A dear, dear friend, one of three, that she’d known since she was a fledgeling. And now the bird was gone. Cold, in her hands. Her tears burned as they fell in streaks down her dirt-stained cheeks, her breath stuck in her throat as she continued to sit there, motionless.

The stench of iron was so thick that it seemed to create a film in her lungs. Delphinia shuddered, but it felt like all the blood had soaked into the ground beneath her. She could still hear the soft croaks of the bird’s dying breath echoing in her ears. There was… someone talking. She barely remembered who.

Then, something in her snapped. And the last thing she remembered was lunging forward, screeching a battle cry so loud it shook the trees around her, a clawed hand pulled back, ready to strike, and the sound of thunder cracking in the distance-

Delphinia’s eyes snapped open, adrenaline shooting through her system as her body locked up. Every muscle screamed danger; a stark contrast to the beautiful green mountainside that was passing just in front of her. Rain softly fell against the window in a soothing rhythm as quiet piano music played from the radio. Had it not been for her heart beating against her ribcage, she would’ve tried to fall back asleep.

She blinked once, twice, prying her cheek off of the seatbelt that it was resting on as she observed her surroundings. The leather underneath her fingers felt like it had just been cleaned, and there was the faint scent of bergamot that barely covered the lingering scent of iron that haunted her even in the waking world. The area where she sat was spacious and antiquated. Wood and silver accents covered what wasn’t leather as a soft light shone from the car ceiling. A calligraphic “T” could be seen as embellishments throughout the passenger area. So they had taken the private car, she thought bitterly to herself.

Across from her, her older brother Hemlock, was oblivious to his surroundings as he continued to read softly to himself. A few stray locks from his nose-length black and white hair fell in front of his eyes, yet he seemed too engrossed in his book to really care. To his right, the steel of his derby-style cane glinted in the light, resting lightly against his legs. She was pleasantly surprised to see him sitting across from her, albeit confused. Why was he here? Wasn’t he supposed to be in Europe? She was happy to see him, of course. Ever since he and her other brother, Oleander, graduated college, they’ve been studying abroad. And while they were both enthusiastic about sending letters, it wasn’t the same as spending time with them in person. In the cloudy light, she noticed how pronounced the dark circles under his eyes were, even as the pupils darted from line to line, page to page. The gaunt of his cheeks had become more evident as well, and though he had always been the more pallor twin, he looked undeniably exhausted.

She tried to speak once she sat straight, but found she was unable to make a sound outside of a breathy squeak, which caused her mouth to snap shut audibly. That seemed to bring her brother out of his trance, his head shooting up to look at her. In any other circumstance, his bewildered expression would’ve made her smile, but she felt just as exhausted as he looked.

“Ah, you’re awake,” he smiled gently, closing his book shut and placing it on his lap. “Did you sleep well?”

She tried to speak again, yet nothing but a hoarse croak escaped that caused her throat to burn. She grimaced, hand reaching up to instinctively rub at the front of her neck, but nodded at her brother’s question anyway.

Hemlock’s shoulders relaxed a bit at her response. “Good. I’m glad you were able to get some rest, little lark. The drive has been long, but uneventful. We should be reaching our destination within the hour.”

She tilted her head at him, using one hand to sign. ‘Where are we going, Hem?’

He furrowed his brows for just a moment before his smile returned. “The doctors deemed that you were physically okay enough to return to school. We weren’t sure if you were alright to shift, so we opted to just drive you there instead.”

Delphinia looked down, pursing her lips in thought. Wasn’t she just at Nevermore? She had just started a new school year not too long ago. She remembered being excited specifically, as it had been announced that on top of Outreach day, the school had decided on a field trip to an undisclosed location. Her friend Enid couldn’t stop talking about it for days when it was announced. She recalled lying in bed for a long time, her throat hurting, but not much else. She shrugged. Then-

Oh. Oh.

The realization must have been evident on her face.

“The doctors mentioned your memory would be spotty for a few weeks, but it should return to normal. You’ve been through something no young harpy ever should go through, but you are not the only one,” he reassured, reaching over to pat her knee. “I can promise you that between when you left and now, you’ve been safe and in good hands. I still have the leg pain from prying Ollie from your bedside to prove it.”

At the mention of the other brother, Delphinia rolled her eyes, choosing to count the raindrops that cascaded on the window instead of answering. Hemlock looked like he wanted to say something else, but chose not to.

“Your friends have sent plenty of letters,” he tried again. “I read a few out to you. Are you excited to see them again?”

She didn’t look back, but raised her hand in a ‘so-so’ motion.

Nevermore Academy. The school that was made for outcasts, by outcasts. It’s (in)fame was known by all through the freaks and vagabonds of the world for being the one place where an outcast could be themselves. It offered state-of-the art programs, extracurriculars, and all the weird academic perks anyone could ask for. Creatures of all kinds, from far and wide, were welcome there.

But it was one of Delphinia’s least favorite places.

Unlike the more social abominations of the world, such as vampires, werewolves, sirens, psychics, or even gorgons, harpies had a tendency to keep to their own kind, very far away from the likes of modern civilization. Rumored to be the children of wind spirits, those of harpy blood preferred to stay where they believed they originated: in the wild amongst the endless ocean of skies, free to travel to wherever their hearts desired. But the expansion of the modern era forced many families to give up their nomadic lifestyle, and according to her father, theirs was one of the first to truly embrace living among the mundanes, even if it meant permanently roosting. Or so he claimed, anyway. Delphinia never understood the appeal, especially when it came to Nevermore.

Why be amongst the boisterous and the arrogant when she could find the same in a gyrfalcon? Sure, she made friends, but all of them were too enamored by the illusion of the invincibility of youth and the prospects of fitting in. If she was being honest, though, she felt relieved that she was missed in some capacity, even after what happened.

The voice of the chauffeur interrupted her thoughts. “Master Hemlock and Lady Delphinia, we are approaching the gates of Nevermore.”

And like the looming arch of a graveyard, the gates of the school creaked open as the car approached. The rain had let up by now, but the sun still refused to shine through the clouds. Hoards of blackbirds lined the fences and the surrounding trees, their gazes following the car with a bone-chilling stare. The hoard sat there like the gargoyles, watching and waiting. But she was not afraid.

Hemlock chuckled and shook his head. “That little rat has no idea what he’s unleashed, has he?”

Delphinia let a cruel smile reveal her pointed teeth. ‘Who knows?’

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violetjedisylveon · 2 years ago

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Calm Before The Storm

Summary: The aftermath of the days events hit Luz and Argi hard when they return to their homes.

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: regret, anxiety, implications of child abuse, swearing.

A/N: Enjoy the chapter!

Blue Guard AU link here.

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Willow pulled up her scroll as she received a penstagram notification. It was a dm from Hunter, she opened it uncertainly. Viney leaned over her shoulder.

"Did he just make an account?" She asked.

Willow nodded.

"Wow. He is a slow typer." She chuckled

"He's worse than my dad!" Gus commented.

"Yeah, he's pretty bad." Skara agreed.

Willow glanced up, Luz and Amity were running down the beach.

"Hey, guys." She waved.

"I am really digging those outfits. So, how was the rest of school? Did we... miss anything?" Luz asked.

"Not much, we just had our first team win as the Emerald Entrails!" Willow exclaimed.

The team struck their poses, except for Skara, whom Willow was still carrying.

"Ooh! Let me see! Let me see!" Luz squealed, bouncing up and down with excitement.

Willow showed Luz and Amity the photo on her scroll. They gasped in shock

"What?!" They both shouted.

"You played Flyer Derby with the Golden Guard?!" Amity shouted in disbelief.

"Yep." Gus confirmed with a nod.

"He looks so happy." Luz said.

"How? And why? And how? He's such a workaholic, how did you ever convince him to play with you?" Amity asked.

"I dragged him to the field, and his sister helped persuade him." Willow told them with a shrug.

Luz perked up instantly at that, excitement in her eyes.

"Sister? He's got a sister? Who is she?" She asked.

"Hunter said she's the Blue Guard, whatever that is." Skara commented.

"And she's the demon from the coven day parade that you told us about, Luz." Willow added.

"Okay, that explains why she was apparently at Eclipse Lake." Amity said.

"Aww, she was protecting him, that's sweet." Luz swooned.

"She seemed decent enough, she certainly understood the situation way more than golden boy did." Viney said.

"Situation? What situation?" Amity asked with worry on her face.

"Turns out golden boy was there for recruits, so we ended up almost getting taken to the covens, but he showed up again and crashed the ship, I'm pretty sure the blue girl was trying to help us since she let me land the ship." Viney explained.

"That's odd, what do you think made him change his mind?" Luz asked as they all started walking together.

"Beats me, I'm glad it happened though." Gus said.

"Willow, why are you holding Skara?" Amity asked, looking up at Skara being held easily on Willow's shoulder.

"Oh, my leg stopped working, it needs to be cleaned." Skara explained.

"Ah, I can help you." Amity offered.

Luz leaned over to her girlfriend and cupped a hand around her ear.

"After you do that, let's spam golden boy's account." She said with a snicker.

Amity chuckled and gave her a gentle shove.

"Just don't scare him off." Willow chided, having easily overheard Luz.

XXX

"Luz! What took you so long?! You missed dinner!" Luz was greeted by King as soon as she was within distance of the owl house.

She gave him a gentle head pat and scooped him up.

"Did you wait out for me again?" She asked, booping the demon on the nose.

"Maybe." King said cheekily.

Luz giggled and headed inside, Eda was probably worried she was so late. Eda had been so wound up, high strung and worried since the coven day parade, Luz had a hunch there was more than Raine behind her mentor's nerves.

"Eda, I'm home!" She called into the house.

A few seconds later, she heard footsteps from above heading towards the stairs.

"Dinner's in the fridge, you remember where the heating plates are, right?!" Eda said as she came down the stairs.

Luz responded that she did and went to the kitchen to get dinner. Eda followed into the kitchen and seated herself at the table with a cup of coffee. King sat down too, both waited patiently for Luz to sit down and start to pick at her meal before asking her about her day.

With a sigh, she pushed some of the meat on her plate to the edge, she didn't feel much like eating right now. She told them about the Azura author, how she and Amity spent the day chasing down the author, how it was actually just Tibbles again, she heard Eda growl at the mention of the "scamming fucker", as she put it.

Then she told them about meeting Willow's team at the beach. She stopped, debating on whether or not to share the new information she'd learned.

"Luz hun, what is it?" Eda asked, resting a hand on her shoulder.

"You remember that coven person who wasn't a scout from the parade? The one who tried to defend Raine?" She prompted, knowing very well that Eda did remember.

The Owl Lady's jaw clenched, she took in a deep breath through her nostrils and nodded.

"Well, apparently, Willow and Gus saw her today… she was with the Golden Guard… he was there and there was this flyer derby thing and recruitment, he was trying to recruit them! and I guess… Willow said he calls her his sister, and that she's the Blue Guard, whatever that is, from what Viney said, it seemed like she was helping them escape and I guess she protects Hunter?"

"I don't know how or what I'm supposed to think of her now, at first I thought she was just a new threat because of the parade and all that stuff, but now, and with the thing, I haven't been around her enough to know if she's someone to trust or if she's just a liar like him, but I think she's just been trying to protect Hunter, and he has a scroll now but I doubt I'll get any answers out of him." Luz ended her ramble with a sigh.

Eda had been silent this whole time, King was looking between them, concern on the young demon's face. Luz waited for Eda to gather her words.

"Luz, I can assure you… that kid… Blue Guard you said?" Luz nodded.

"I can assure you that she didn't choose the coven, Lily says she was raised in it, and that she's still a good kid. She's just a kid, like you, younger actually, so don't be too hard on her, or yourself. You made one bad call, it's not going to be the end of the world, okay kiddo?" Eda said.

Luz nodded slowly, a new thought had entered her head and distracted her.

"Eda, do you know who she is? What she is? Cause I've never seen a demon like that before?" She asked.

Eda scrubbed her brow with a heavy sigh like she'd been dreading that question.

"King, go get the forbidden demon book." She instructed.

King let out an excited squeal and raced off. Luz raised an eyebrow at her mentor.

"I've never let him look at that book, it's full of the really old, really weird demons, the one's Belos doesn't want people to know about any more." Eda explained.

"So the Blue Guard is one of those demons? What's she doing working for Belos?" Luz exclaimed.

Eda shrugged, "I don't know, all I know is what Lily told me about this kid she used to have to babysit, she'd babysit golden boy when he was little too." Eda smirked a bit at the end.

King came racing back in with said forbidden book in his tiny arms. It was old and thick with the smell of old books, ash and smoke. He set it on the table and Eda flipped to a marked page before turning it to Luz.

The page showed various drawings of a bipedal demon species with a pair of curving horns that came out of their head, two tails, large, distinctly shaped ears, a long tongue, maybe two? she couldn't quite tell, and they had a pair of bug-like wings on their back. They looked like the Blue Guard, what she'd seen at least, minus the wings.

"The Blue Guard is a Palisde, a young one, since she doesn't have wings yet, they get them later in life, but the species are magic masters, makes sense given they've got thousands of lifetimes to practice. They live stupid long, it's ridiculous. But they're a powerful species, very powerful. They are especially good at cloaking spells, in fact, all invisibility and cloaking spells were made by them or have their roots in a Palisde spell. They can see through any of these spells too, and any illusion." Eda paused and turned the page, showing a comprehensive look at the senses of Palisde.

"Palisde are an old species, technically they're classified as bipedal demons but they really don't fit into any category. A lot of what we now know about the past of the Boiling Isles came from them, they've got perfect memories. So they're an incredibly trustworthy historical source, as Lily says. No one knows about their origins, since they predate the death of our Titan, there's speculation that they came from other Titans, but none of that has been proven, they have a story for their origin and how they came about." Eda glanced up at Luz with a smirk.

"You want the original story or a summarized version, kid?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

"Original story!" Luz and King shouted together.

Eda chuckled and gave both her kids head pats.

"Palisde records say that they first came into being long before the first Titans died, back when the only life existed on the back of the Titans and small spots of land dotted around the boiling seas. They say the first of them was made by a young Titan who didn't have any friends, somewhat made in the image of itself, the young Titan poured its own blood into the being to give it life and strength. From there, the young Titan taught the others how to make this strange little being, one a perfect size for playing with infants. And so the oldest and most powerful species of our realm was born, they took it upon themselves to protect life and to care for the young Titans, they remained closely linked to the Titans, their lives are long to accompany their long lived friends. Whispers and tall tales say the Palisde still watch over the last of the Titans since their mysterious disappearing." Eda ended the story dramatically.

"With all that, you can guess they didn't take all that kindly to Belos coming in and saying he can speak to the Titan and started talking shit about their practices and magic, but their numbers are unknown, I know they took a big hit about fourteen years ago, so they probably don't have enough numbers to do anything but try to preserve their ways." Eda didn't want to end it on such a low note, but it was likely the case, and the reason why Palisde had become so fucking rare outside of the head region. It was too risky for them.

Luz looked down at her hands in her lap, remembering her adventure into the past and the visit to the head, sacred ground for Palisde.

"When we went back, he brought us to the head, Lilith said it was sacred ground for the Palisde, i-I let Philip take something from there, I helped him take something from there! I think, I'm not sure but I think there was one watching…" Luz trailed off.

"Do you think they'll be mad at me? You said they live long, so that one has to still be alive, right? They'll know it was me! They'll know I helped him! They know that I fucked up-"

"Whoa! Whoa! Luz! I need you to calm down, you're getting all worked up and cursing again kiddo." Eda pulled her down out of another spiral and into a hug.

"They'll know it was a mistake, so relax, they know you're a kid. And Philip is long dead by now, they probably got it back after you left. There's nothing to worry about." Eda comforted her.

"Yeah, they're super old and wise I bet! They've probably seen their fair share of mistakes and slip ups!" King chimed in.

"I'll tell you from personal experience, they're pretty forgiving! Eda would know too! She had some friends who used to come around all the time! Hoot! Hoot!" Hooty added in.

Luz gasped, Eda's mysterious past went even deeper than she thought!

"I thought I knew all about your secret past! And now I find you have Titan blood powered all powerful demons as your friends?! C'mon Owl Lady, why didn't you tell me?" Luz smiled at her mentor, but instead of finding amusement, she found a flash of regret and grief on Eda's face, it vanished quickly and Eda smiled.

"We aren't exactly friends anymore, the curse pushed 'em away." Eda patted her head again.

"Now go get ready for bed, you've got a special visitor at hexside tomorrow, my great great great, a bunch more greats, aunt!" Eda told her.

Luz gasped again.

"Eda-" she started.

"Nope! I'm not telling you a thing about her, you'll just have to go to school tomorrow." Eda said.

Luz frowned at Eda but relented.

"Can I borrow your scroll? I wanna bug golden boy before I go to bed."

"That's my girl." Eda smiled as she handed her scroll over to her.

"Thanks Eda!" Luz snatched the scroll up and raced to her room.

XXX

As she'd expected, Luz couldn't find sleep easily that night. Her mind was just too busy. She fiddled with Eda's scroll in her hands, she'd tried Hunter's penstagram with her account, but he must have been asleep since he wasn't listed online.

She didn't know if Hunter's sister had one, or if she could even find it. Something told her an elite soldier of a rare species wouldn't have a predictable username.

She noticed that someone had sent her a dm when she looked to the corner of the screen.

Curious, she opened it and found an unfamiliar user was typing out a message.

Caeruleum.

Just Caeruleum.

C: Hear about what we did today?

Just a simple, seemingly innocent message. Luz scowled at the screen as she started typing back a response.

You: As a matter of fact, I did. What were you doing there, Blue Guard?

Caeruleum is typing…

C: You already know, I could hear your conversation from miles away. And it's Silver to you.

You: They didn't really know why you were there. So what were you doing?

C: My job, obviously.

Luz rolled her eyes at the response.

You: which is?

C: Why don't you take a fucking guess?

You: …Guarding someone…? You were guarding Hunter?

C: Duh, course I was, why do you seem confused about it?

Luz debated on whether to reveal what she knew, but Silver apparently already knew what she and the others had talked about.

You: I heard you are his sister.

C: Yeah, tell me something I don't know.

You: Did Lilith really baby sit you two? Is that why she doesn't like Hunter?

C: oh stars yes, he'd piss her all the way off. We got left with Eberwolf once and it was never the same after that.

You: So are the coven heads just Belos's personal babysitters?

C: No, he wouldn't leave children with Miss Snapdragon, he'd just sick us on whoever was most available.

Luz frowned, Hunter clearly admired the Emperor, though he seemed to have a much more hands off approach to parenting.

You: he didn't take care of you himself?

C: He's the Emperor, he doesn't have time for that.

You: I just thought he'd make time for his kids.

C: We are not his kids. Wards? Yes, but not his kids. Belos doesn't have any.

Oh. Since hearing that the coven head referred to Hunter as a prince, she had just assumed that Hunter was his son or grandson, it made sense to her.

You: Then why did the coven head call Hunter a prince?

C: Hunter is his nephew, technically grand nephew. That's why.

Grand nephew?

You: So did you know Hunter's family?

C: no, I was at the castle before Hunter… Now why would you wanna know that, Luz?

Luz scowled at the screen, Silver was about as difficult to talk to as Hunter, she was just vague instead of constantly spouting about how great Belos was.

You: I'm just trying to understand the situation more and see if it's worth the risk to trust you!

Luz bit her lip, she shouldn't have said that. She worked for the Emperor for Titan's sake!

C: Did… something happen?

That's not what I was expecting. Luz hesitated, she hadn't even told Amity yet! Why tell a stranger?

Her judgment won't mean as much.

You: Yeah, I got tricked by some jerk, I still feel like such a fool for falling for his act.

Luz braced for Silver to chew her out.

C: The one good thing about being tricked and knowing it's a trick is that you're less likely to fall for it again. It makes you smarter in the long run. So don't worry about it.

Oh.

Silver's just full of surprises.

You: You sound like you're coming from experience.

C: oh you bet I am, people try to trick me all the time, it used to work but I've gotten much better at detecting lies, and I don't put too much trust into anyone I have reservations about.

You: You must be pretty good at it… Do you trust me?

C: I hardly even know you, so I can't say yet.

Luz giggled, then checked the time. It was really late.

You: Well, I've got school tomorrow, I have to go. Bye!

C: Bye.

Luz rolled onto her side. Silver seemed nice enough, she was definitely less scary behind the screen. She'd acted friendly.

Maybe there's a bit more to her than I thought.

XXX

Argi flopped down onto her bed, grimacing at the flare of pain in her back as her wet hair fell onto it. I swear it gets worse every fucking day! She groaned, swiping her hair off her back and letting it sit around her shoulder.

I really hope Uncle doesn't have any last minute missions for me. She sighed and rested her heavy head on her pillow. Usually, she'd be just about to change after an unearthly long day when she'd get a summon and have a new mission, it was like Uncle could just tell when the worst time to send her out was.

Her stomach grumbled, she was tempted to actually get some food, but then she saw the ration bars on her bedside table, right next to a plate of Palistorm leaf cookies on a warming plate.

Perfect!

She seized the box of rations and stuffed two bars into her mouth, hardly even swallowing since they were the soft kind that were easy to eat and swallow when she didn't feel like chewing. These were also the ones that tasted better than the standard chalky ones she was used to. She almost always had some sort of flavoring around to make them taste better.

She honestly couldn't remember the last time she actually sat down and ate an actual meal. Or ate three meals a day, normally she just munched on rations and snack packs. But she assumed she was somewhat healthy, since Jayr was never too worried about her weight, or lack thereof, just reminding her to eat something real every now and then.

It suddenly hit her that she hadn't left the rations or the plate there when she was half way through her fourth bar. They hadn't been there when she'd gotten up this morning.

Immediately suspicious, she scanned the room for any sign of a threat, sniffing for poisons or toxins snuck into the food. She found a familiar scent of herbs, flowering plants, sweat, disinfecting spells and Knee trees, with the underlying scent of caprine.

Jayr.

Jayr had left this for her.

Argi felt a comforting warmth surging through her body as she grabbed one of the still warm cookies off the plate. Munching on the cookies, she summoned her scroll and went to penstagram, she'd already figured what the human's penstagram was in the few days she'd had her scroll, but hadn't bothered to message her until now.

Holding a cookie in her mouth, she typed out a simple message in the human's dms.

You: Hear about what we did today?

Luzura is typing…

L: As a matter of fact, I did. What were you doing there, Blue Guard?

Argi smirked, the human already knew. She'd heard it herself.

You: You already know, I could hear your conversation from miles away. And it's Silver to you.

Luzura is typing…

L: They didn't really know why you were there. So what were you doing?

You: My job, obviously.

L: which is?

You: Why don't you take a fucking guess?

L: …Guarding someone…? You were guarding Hunter?

You: Duh, course I was, why do you seem confused about it?

Argi felt an inkling of satisfaction as the human took a longer time to respond this time.

L: I heard you are his sister.

You: Yeah, tell me something I don't know.

L: Did Lilith really baby sit you two? Is that why she doesn't like Hunter?

Argi almost coughed from laughter. Hunter had a skill in royally pissing people off as a child. They'd both been little shits.

You: oh stars yes, he'd piss her all the way off. We got left with Eberwolf once and it was never the same after that.

L: So are the coven heads just Belos's personal babysitters?

You: No, he wouldn't leave children with Miss Snapdragon, he'd just sick us on whoever was most available.

L: he didn't take care of you himself?

You: He's the Emperor, he doesn't have time for that.

L: I just thought he'd make time for his kids.

Argi almost choked again, this time from surprise.

You: We are not his kids. Wards? Yes, but not his kids. Belos doesn't have any.

L: Then why did the coven head call Hunter a prince?

You: Hunter is his nephew, technically grand nephew. That's why.

L: So did you know Hunter's family?

You: no, I was at the castle before Hunter… Now why would you wanna know that, Luz?

L: I'm just trying to understand the situation more and see if it's worth the risk to trust you!

Argi frowned. From what she'd gathered on the human, they were very trusting, sometimes foolishly. Perhaps it was the thing with Philip that messed her up. Oddly, though she hadn't been foolish enough to trust someone who smelled like rotting flesh and decaying wood, she felt a little concerned for the human. She had been very upset after finding out Philip had been using her. She didn't know why since Luz was supposed to be an, she wouldn't say enemy, but someone Belos wanted her keeping an eye on.

Y: Did… something happen?

Luzura is typing…

L: Yeah, I got tricked by some jerk, I still feel like such a fool for falling for his act.

That confirmed it was Philip causing Luz distress for Argi.

You: The one good thing about being tricked and knowing it's a trick is that you're less likely to fall for it again. It makes you smarter in the long run. So don't worry about it.

L: You sound like you're coming from experience.

You: oh you bet I am, people try to trick me all the time, it used to work but I've gotten much better at detecting lies, and I don't put too much trust into anyone I have reservations about.

L: You must be pretty good at it… Do you trust me?

You: I hardly even know you, so I can't say yet.

L: Well, I've got school tomorrow, I have to go. Bye!

You: Bye.

Argi turned her scroll off then just as quickly turned it back on. Looking at the messages sent between them, they were almost friendly.

"Hmp." She set her scroll aside and laid down to sleep.

However, instead of going to sleep, her mind was racing, going over the questions spawned by her conversation with the human. It brought up a question she thought long gone from her mind.

What came before Belos?

Before that moment when Belos found her and decided that she was worth saving.

Before she had her chin scar.

And so she tried to find an answer that could be hidden impossibly deep in her memory.

All she knew was the castle, the coven, Belos. She tried to think further back, tried to push the boundary of what she could recall, but everything before meeting Belos didn't make any sense, and even that memory was hazy. Anything before was just a jumbled mess in her mind with no rhyme or reason to what she could recall.

Certain smells that were burned into her brain. Bits of sayings left uncompleted. Faint, half forgotten voices without names to put them too.

She grabbed at her head as a sudden, sharp headache pain made itself known.

Whenever she thought too hard about before Belos she'd get those sorts of headaches. They didn't feel natural or normal, they were completely different from any other type of headache.

She didn't bring it up anymore, since Belos's solution was always to let Osran have a look, and she really did not want Osran poking around in her mind.

It was almost like she could, like she had the capability to remember what came before, but something was put in place to stop her.

It might have been self made, that's what Osran always said it was. Osran was always talking about her mental oddities and peculiar aura. He was always saying shit about how it was so oddly stifled in some areas, the air of great age it carried, how it was bent, warped, misshapen.

She knew the bitch was practically dying to dive in and take a look at all her peculiar, mysterious weirdness and wrongs.

I'm glad he fears me most. Argi grunted, she had spent a good deal of time enforcing that fear. It kept the creep away from her.

It's probably nothing anyway, just some Palisde weirdness I bet.

Argi sighed and grabbed her scroll.

She wouldn't sleep tonight.

Let's see who else is up.

She scrolled through the online page until she found an account with a photo of Hunter's team posted on it.

Perfect.

You: hey, wanna talk?

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Skara's an amputee, she's been one since she was a young child, there was an accident, she was friends with Amity before the accident and since her leg is a Blight Industries product, Amity knows how to help Skara clean the prosthetic. It was something they would do together when Boscha wasn't around.

I also like Skara so I'm going to be doing some stuff with her, make her a better person now that she's around some not super toxic people.

I decided Luz curses when she gets upset, or when she's tired.

There is absolutely something wrong with Argi, in more ways than one right now, we're getting close to something very exciting!

I hope you all have a good day, whatever that is for you!

VJS Out!

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halfawitch-willow · 1 year ago

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Willow was mortified. And upset. And furious! And so many other roiling emotions right up until Darius produced the basket (Willow fought the urge to hold her breath because clean or not, abomination magic all smelled like sulfur and rot and terror to her). She would recognize her papa's bottling wax and stamp anywhere, and she could smell her dad's fire-bee jam cookies, and... and...

To Willow's everlasting horror, she felt tears running down her face.

She sniffled quietly, ducking behind her hair and wiping her eyes as quickly as possible. When there weren't tears actively rolling down her cheeks, Willow approached the basket and looked inside. It was filled to the brim with her fathers' love; a scarf to keep her warm since she'd mentioned the dropping temperatures, more healing potions after she'd confessed to using the ones she'd brought up, the sports section of the last few Bonesborough Times that would have the latest flyer derby stats in them, seeds for Willow to try and propagate for class or just for herself.

Willow was smiling as she looked over the basket, the expression wider and more genuine than it had been since she came to Swynlake. She laughed a little at the massive envelope tucked in the center, both of her dads' handwriting on the outside.

Fuck. She missed her dads.

She picked up the scarf and draped it over her shoulders, breathing deep and catching the smell of fire and mortar and her papa's aftershave. She clung to it like a child and felt desperately homesick.

She remembered far too late that she had an audience, and Willow blushed to the tips of her ears when she realized the head witch of the Abomination coven had just seen her beaming at a basket. She looked up at Darius with an embarrassed smile, her tail curling close to her legs.

"T-thank you," she said. "And don't worry, I don't think any spell could get the smell of my dad's baking right like that." After a moment of consideration, Willow dug through the basket and found the box that contained the aforementioned baking, still warm and fresh thanks to the runs along the rim. "Did you get any cookies when my dad gave you the basket?" she asked. When she popped the lid, the sharp-sweet scent of fire-bee honey and vanilla got stronger. "I've been experimenting, but nothing quite has the same bite as treats from the Boiling Isles," she said, holding out the box in offering.

So We Meet Again ❁ Lavender

#c. darius daemonne #t. so we meet again #p. lavender #// i read this reply the first time and literally started crying at the care package so excuse the length #//i had to get out my feelings about the parks #//also willow stop trying to feed everyone challenge

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earwegouk · 1 year ago

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deadbyoffering · 2 years ago

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25 things that the killers (mainly Mr. Carter) are not allowed to do

Due to the “chainsaw Myers incident,” killers are not allowed to steal or borrow a another killers weapon or power for trials. Yes, it was awesome, but it puts an unfair advantage to the survivors.

The Legion are not allowed to steal Jeffrey’s bottles and make them into Molotov cocktails than claim it’s their new power rework.

Just because Mr. Carter is called The Doctor and have medical knowledge, doesn’t mean he’s a license doctor or thee doctor or the best doctor there ever was. He’s not allowed to claim so.

Mr. Carter is not allowed to ask the survivors if any would volunteer for any kind of his experiments outside their campsite.

Killers are not allowed to play dark souls boss music when there’s a brawl or argument between killers. No, not even music from Spongebob.

Just because Miss Mora was a close associated with crows, doesn’t mean she’s their handler and hold responsibility for anything they do.

Lisa is not allowed to “borrow” Mikaela’s “Book of Spells” to improve her power. May that monstrosity clone of yours be a lesson on using someone else’s magic without approval.

Mr. Carter is no longer allowed to assist Mr. Jeffrey with his “improvements” of his concoctions and formulas. Don’t ask.

Telling new arrivals that you can tame The Demogorgon with a tummy rub and rat meat is right out.

The Shape is not to be taunted with. Go ahead and see what happens on your accord.

The Nemesis's zombies are not toys, practice targets or crash dummies.

Mr. Carter and Mr. Jeffrey are not allowed to interact without the presence of a responsible overseer. Mr. Morrison does not count as a responsible overseer. Nor does Mr. MacMilian. Or Mr. Johnson. In fact, let's just keep the two of apart, period.

Mr. Hak's knives are not be construct into any kind of cosmetic. Yes Miss Lavoie, your earrings and spiked jacket are impressive, but both have been confiscated.

Mr. Johnson's camera is only for Mr. Johnson’s personal use only not the following: Shooting photo shoots, selfies, pictures of the wildlife and [Redacted]. Really?

Mr. Carter is no longer allowed to host game night, trivia night, movie night and any group activities of sort with his colleagues. Not even if you ask nicely. Or even with the survivors.

Mr. Carter is no longer allowed to argue with historical events with killers from the time period that the events took place. It was three days to clean up the aftermath from your argument with Tazan about the “Fall of the Samurai in Feudal era.”

No one is not allowed to declare war on any animal, thing or even The Entity (Me).

The Legion No one is not allowed to contribute to this list. That is not a challenge.

Mr. Carter is not allowed to go to fan conventions. Let alone use them as recruitment for volunteers for his experiments. Not even [Redacted] conventions.

"For The Entity" is not an acceptable justification for any decision. Unless I required you to do.

Yes, forum trolls are annoying. No, they don't automatically become Survivors.

Mr. Quinn is no longer allowed to offer the solution of “Use more guns" to any problem. Or "Get bigger guns."

Mr. Carter is not allowed to organize authorize or create in any form a “Dead by Daylight Derby”, staring the Demogorgon, Maurice the Horse, Talbot Grimes, Victor Deshayes, The Legion, The zombies, Kazan Yamaoka and Meg Thomas.�� No…Just no.

Joey is not allowed to get on the PA system and announce to the survivors that he just won “The Game”. You know what, Joey is just never allowed on the PA system for any reason, ever.

The Legion is not allowed to arrange, schedule, advertise, promote or sell tickets to "cage matches" between The Executioner and anybody.

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whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx · 2 years ago

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Now, when it comes to Hunter’s parental figure, I love the idea of Dadrius as much as anyone else. I also love Mama Eda, Raven Mom Lilith, Politely Confused Stepdad Alador, Exasperated Parental Unit Raine, and of course, Mamì Camila.

So like….why can’t we have them all?

No, I’m not talking about some weird mega-ship. I’m talking the most chaotic coparenting anyone’s ever seen. Hunter went from no parents to too many parents. And as to what that looks like…

- Post-DOU, once everything worked out and all the families were reunited, there were at least a few sets of custody battles. Alador and Odalia had a huge, drawn-out fight involving multiple sets of lawyers from both the Human and Demon Realms, Eda and Camila went through a very awkward phase of deciding where Luz would live (they settled on sharing a house with a door installed to the human realm so Vee could come and go as she pleased) and Amber’s aunt and uncle appeared out of the woodworks briefly to cause issues for Raine*. However, the biggest argument ended up being over Hunter. After a lot of bickering, some name-calling, and one impromptu sparring match, they settled on a split custody schedule where Hunter would go back and forth between Alador and Darius’s apartment and the Owl House with Eda, Raine and Camila (Lilith gets every other weekend). Hunter was incredibly confused as to what all the fuss was about.

- Hunter wasn’t sure who exactly he was supposed to call Mom and Dad at first. In fact, he was actually really nervous about it. Of course, when he came clean about it, everyone was incredibly supportive. One of the few things all of the adults actually agreed on was that they’d love him no matter what. Eventually, he settled on calling Camila ‘Mom’ or ‘Mamí’ (Luz taught him some Spanish) and Darius various versions of ‘Dad’. Eda and Raine he addresses by their first names (though he had to be talked out of calling them ‘Ms’ or ‘Mx’ Clawthorne-Whispers in the beginning) and he eventually started calling Lilith ‘Auntie’ like Luz and King. He insists on calling Alador ‘Stepfather’. No one can convince him otherwise.

-Camila is the BIGGEST soccer mom when it comes to her babies having sports games (though she isn’t exactly the biggest fan of the Gland Prix- racing is just such a dangerous sport even when it’s not a hundred feet in the air). Hunter has a whole cheering section at his flyer derby games, and Camila is always the loudest. She and Eda also always help each other put on Emerald Entrails facepaint.

- The parents have unspoken designations for who helps Hunter with what. Darius is the one to take him shopping and help him with his clothes and possessions. Camila is there for friendship drama and girl troubles (cough cough, Captain, cough). Raine takes him to therapy and sometimes sits through it with him, Eda is in charge of checking on him when he has nightmares, and Alador and Lilith tag-team homework duties. Lilith has also made it a personal goal to make sure Hunter doesn’t grow up to be like her.

- Hunter has SO MANY STEP/ADOPTED SIBLINGS. So, so many. Siblings list includes

Amity (stepsister)

The twins (stepsiblings)

Gus (unofficial little brother)

Luz (adopted sister)

King (adopted step(?)brother)

Vee (adopted stepsister...half sister? I dunno?)

The baby BATTs- Derwin, Amber and Katya- (yeah no I’m done doing this)

Steve (Steve doesn’t belong to any of the parents, Steve’s just everyone’s big brother)

Hunter has mastered the art of being a big brother. Being a little brother, on the other hand? That’s new, and he’s not really sure how to feel about it. Steve and the older two BATTs are very persistent, however, and he grows to like it- especially the part where they gang up on the younger ones a bit. Luz, Amber, King, Amity and Vee don’t like that part as much (they’re still grumpy about the last family pillow war).

- Hunter goes through his teen rebel stage a bit late. Glasses of apple blood are often shared between parents over the exasperated exchanging of stories about loud music, ripped clothes and dyed hair. No one will admit to having taken him to get his ears pierced, though they all have their suspicions (and they’re so busy shooting looks in Eda’s direction that they don’t notice how red her spouse’s ears have turned).

- Gwendolyn and Dell ADORE their scraggly teenage grandson. Gwendolyn often fusses over him, asking if he’s eating enough or tutting over the bags under his eyes. Dell is thrilled when Hunter expresses an interest in learning about Palismen and his own origins, and immediately offered to take him with him on his trips into the Palistrom groves. They now go every Friday night together.

In conclusion...I dunno, found families make the brain go brrrrrr.

*Amber, Katya and Derwin are Raine’s kids and I won’t be taking criticism. Also, I’ve made up a lot of head canons about Amber and that’s one of them. It’s not super important.

#oh my god I forgot to hashtag this #crap #the owl house #lilith clawthorne #edalyn clawthorne #toh raine #toh #covens against the throne #darius deamonne #amber toh #king clawthorne #luz noceda #Hunter the owl house #toh amber #toh katya #derwin toh #toh dell #toh gwendolyn #toh king

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hunterandhisdadius · 3 years ago

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"Kid," Darius sighed sadly. "Why didn't you come find me?"

Hunter's shoulders pulled up to his ears and he started fidgeting. "Um," he said. "I didn't know if you would...I didn't." The kid didn't seem to know how to finish that sentence and it made Darius's heart shatter.

Sitting down next to his ward, he silently got to working. Cleaning the large gash going from the kid's elbow all the way to his shoulder. Hunter didn't say anything. Just watched him work, eyes hooded.

"You know I've got you, right? No matter what happens, you can always count on me."

His son in all but blood nodded slowly, the hesitation still there but some of the tension now gone. "I'm sorry Darius," he muttered; fingers twitching. A nervous tick Darius had often witnessed come forth when the kid felt out of place. "I didn't want to bother you with something I could take care off on my own."

Darius sighed again; temporarily burying the burning rage this statement caused. Oh he was so going to bring Belos back just to put him back in the ground again. How dare he-

"You can never bother me Hunter," he smiled instead, putting away the medical kit and reaching up slowly to ruffle Hunter's hair. "And there is nothing in this world I wouldn't do for you kiddo."

When that shy little smile curled up at him, Darius couldn't help but wrap his arms around his kid in the way the human always did. "I got you," he mumbled as Hunter buried his face in his shoulder. "I got you. But seriously, the next time you injure yourself trying to do a silly move during a flying derby match, do let me know."

Hunter laughed softly and Darius followed suite.

#darius the owl house #hunter the golden guard #the owl house #the owl house fic #fanfic #drabble #darius #hunter

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artxyra · 3 years ago

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The Return of the Premier Chaotique

Marinette was only eight years old when her primary school life changed for the better.

On that fateful day, in Mlle. Gilbertine’s classroom was the introduction of a new transfer student. He introduced himself as Damian; there was no last name. And if there was one, Gilbertine made sure she didn’t say a word of it.

To Marinette, Nino, Chloe, Nathaniel, and Kim, he was an odd boy. Someone that would fit right into their group after a push, as Damian stressed for no social interactions with anyone.

During the early weeks of his stay, Marinette had caught him several times engaging in lonesome activities, whether they were in the classroom or out in the field messing around. Marinette, being the outgoing child that she was, began to plot.

Created from that plotting period was her life’s mission to befriend the emotionless kid.

It was hard at first.

She and the others tried tricking the young man into hopscotch matches, and when that didn’t work, it was a game of red light, green light. Occasionally, Nino and Kim would challenge Damian to dance battles.

Damian was very much against the childish games claiming that they were beneath him, but humored them into defeat.

That was until Marinette decided on a shooting game with water guns and makeshift go-carts out of bike parts. Damian’s eyes lit up with excitement, and Marinette knew right then and there that she finally fulled her goal.

After being soaked from head to toe and laughing amongst friends, Marinette and the others swore Damian into their friend group, thus changing their lives forever.

Soon newer and crazier games began to take over the classroom of Mlle. Gilbertine.

The moment Nino would bring out his portable CD player and the music began to boom out of the speakers, everyone knew what was about to happen.

One day, while the group was in the school’s pool area pretending to be sea monsters attacking each other with kickboards and pool noodles, they were officially dubbed the “Premier Chaotique” cult. As they were youthful and the material they came up with was more chaotic than anything the future Hawkmoth could ever create.

Everyone knew that Marinette and Damian were the leaders. Together they oozed power, as Marinette was their strategist while Damian was the chief.

Chloe was their lawyer and location scout. The blonde knew what areas had cameras and heavy guarding. Kim was their chaotic developer. He knew what methods were more chaotic than the rest. Kim never failed to disappoint. Nino was their sound design and videographer in some cases. His love for filmmaking and DJing started here and continues to grow. Nathaniel was the tagger as he made sure every graffiti they did was perfect.

Nothing could ruin these kids.

Mlle. Gilbertine, bless her soul, was determined to get the Premier Chaotique cult under control, but they were slick and made plans at random. She remembers the day when empty ice cream cups filled her classroom. Every desk was covered, and nothing could explain the appearance of snow sleds in the class.

It was no rumor that the mini cult managed to create their own little snow resort using ice cream and shave ice. It was a pain to clean up.

Marinette remembers the days when the mini cult would paint the city red with flowers and chaotic goodness. Or turning the entire city into a roller skate derby.

It’s a miracle that the cops never brought their parents into the investigation. Then again, with a child as pure as Marinette in the lead, people would fall over when they saw her smile.

Their significant achievement was when the school’s kitchen managed to catch on fire during a lunch period. During the evacuation, the group somehow managed to slip through the adults and back into the cafeteria.

Kim had brought marshmallows that day.

When the firefighters entered to put out the flames, the six children greeted them with wooden sticks eating s’mores and telling scary stories.

That fire had been their last valuable success because they experienced the worst nightmare a couple of days later, Damian had to go back to his home country.

It was heartbreaking for everyone within the cult but groundbreaking for the city.

Marinette fell into depression along with the others. After a month without Damian, they vowed to never speak of the best year of their life unless they were ever to meet Damian again.

It was no secret that Marinette had a crush on the foreign boy, so the cult disassembles along with any memories of Damian and the cult.

Years passed since that day.

Chloe took it upon herself to bully Marinette when they had entered college, as those who knew them in their younger days forgot that they were ever friends. Marinette took up fashion designing and making her seem like the perfect student. Nathaniel started working on comics based on their adventures. Nino stayed friends with all but Chloe and continued with his calling in music production. Kim began busying himself with sports, specifically swimming.

Soon the name that used to strike fear in the hearts of the Paris citizens began to fade away into a false memory.

Little did anyone know, the spirit of the Premier Chaotique cult lives on and would ignite in a blaze of fire.

At sixteen, Marinette works her butt off to make their end-of-the-school-year trip a reality.

The trip was not for the approval of her classmate, which has gone stale but for her sanity. Three years of being Ladybug have put a toll on her, and she plans to take advantage of the lack of akuma attacks going on.

When the acceptance letter landed in her hands, her parents swear they saw a boulder lifted off their daughter’s shoulders. She was smiling more and appeared less stressed than she had ever been since finding out the school board decided to move teachers with their students as a handful of teachers left Paris, some even left France altogether.

Her allies (remaining friends) were the first to know about the trip to Gotham, New Jersey, and they cheered happily for her. Lately, someone else has taken the credits for her work.

The day before the trip, Marinette rundown the patrol routes, and emergency protocols with Luka and Kagami, ensuring the safety of Paris if and when Hawkmoth decided to go active while the rest of the team was away.

She then goes on to convincing Kaalki to come with her to Gotham only to be used as an emergency. Marinette was ready to leave Paris and head to Gotham.

Upon entering the streets of Gotham, a cold chill runs down everyone’s spines aside from the former mini cult members. Too Mme. Bustier, the chill was all too familiar, bringing up memories of the kids that terrorized the streets before Hawkmoth. She looks around to see nothing out of place before promptly calling out her students so they would make it to the hotel.

Everyone who felt that chill had every right to be wary.

On the first day, everything seemed fine, but when you leave nearly all the members of Premier Chaotique alone for a moment, well, chaos was sure to happen.

Chloe and Marinette had put aside their differences during the Lila era of the classroom reign. Even after it was over, they managed to remain friends, rekindling the essence of primary friendship. The boys joined in on them not long afterward.

Plans were made but not yet enforced. It did not feel right, and they knew why– it was because they lacked their chief, the one and only Damian.

~☾★☽~

All Marinette wanted was a cup of coffee, but instead, she got something--someone much more pleasing.

Frozen in place, she calls out a single name, “Dames?” The dark-haired male turned around; she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes soften at the sight of her first crush. He hadn’t changed by much, though he was now taller than her.

“Mars?” That nickname sent the French-Asian teen running into the arms of the Ice Prince himself. Instead of pushing her away, he wraps his arms around her.

Time froze in that café for several reasons, but the main one was definitely because they just witnessed Damian Wayne hugging someone willing.

Their embrace ends with them staring into each other’s eyes. It felt surreal. They couldn’t find the words to say, but they didn’t have to.

Life continues in the cafe as Damian leads Marinette away from the flashes of lights. It wasn’t long before Damian’s phone began to blow up with notifications. He turns his phone off and stuffs it back into his pocket.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Marinette pulls Damian in closer. Lifting herself onto her tip-toes, she whispers, “The others are here too.” into his ear. She steps away to see what she has unleashed, hoping that nearly a decade away from each other hasn’t altered their relationship.

This time it was Damian who smirks, bringing Marinette closer to him. “Mm, shall be bring Gotham to its knees?”

They share a smirk that ends with an explosion, thus, reigniting the Premier Chaotique cult with a burning passion for mayhem.

They decided to meet that night after hours.

Music blared in the streets of Gotham, seemingly close to the classroom’s hotel near Wayne Enterprise.

The members of Premier Chaotique strut down the middle of the streets in inflatable dinosaur suits dancing to the remixes that played from the boombox on one of the dino’s skateboards (Nino’s).

Jamming to Bats @crazyforbats Did anyone else wake up to music and dancing dinos last night?

Bearbe @Bearbe Replying to @crazyforbats THAT WAS REAL!!??? I THOUGHT I WAS HULLACINATING

Krazie Kay @gokaykaer [A one-minute video with various strobe lighting colors flashing around and six dinosaurs doing the Cha-Cha-Slide] I swear I just saw @thebloodwayne for a split second.

Vera Pitts @vera_pitts [A short video of inflatable dinosaurs chaotically dancing to the Harlem Shake.] I thought this trend of over and done *crying emoji*

By the morning, Twitter was blowing up with various videos and gifs of the events that happened the night before. The only people who weren’t affected by the popularity were the people who were a part of it.

At Wayne Manor, Bruce could already feel a migraine coming as his two oldest play the videos repeatedly in the main room.

Damian scoffs at his family members, while Dick complains about why they haven’t thought of that for a family outing. It’s all about class, Dick; it’s all about class.

Alfred, being all-knowing, takes notice of Damian's hidden smirks and recent purchase from his account at a party store. Nothing to worry about in this household. However, Damian asking him about where to find used pocket bikes (mini motorcycles) and wire rope reels was troubling.

The next night began the fears of every Parisian that experienced the reign. Blessed that it wasn't not happening in their city for once.

Per their plan assignments, Chloe and Kim found the buildings necessary for the zip line. Nino was in charge of setting up the equipment with the help of Nathaniel. Damian’s task was to get the bikes and zip line wire. Marinette’s job was to keep the class and others from finding out their plan.

Once everything was ready, the Premier Chaotique entered their playground wearing hooded leotards (or bodysuits) with matching latex masks stretched over their eyes.

Kim went first down the zip line as Damian race down the streets on the bike. Initially, they were going to use the bikes, but the zip line couldn’t hold the weight of the bike and the person on it, so they turned it into a race instead. Of course, they put challenges throughout the route to make it more even.

Their mayhem took a turn for the best when someone had called the cops, causing the for once silent night into a regular night of crime. Instead of stopping, like normal people, the mini cult went on a high-speed race against the GCPD.

Gotham’s Twitter users were having a blast with the events. It was the best and bravest thing to surface since Batman, though some were very vocal with their opposing thoughts.

The GCPD never caught the Premier Chaotique members, and they went on as if nothing happened.

It was during the tour of Wayne Enterprise that the Premier Chaotique members learned Damian’s last name. He was an effing Wayne.

Marinette had asked Damian what his last name was when they were eight, and he replied nonchalantly with something along the lines of not being a Wayne until he was ten. Afterward, they continue hanging out and plotting throughout the tour.

After seeing their younger brother interact with teens his age, Dick specifically begs Bruce to invite the group while the rest stands there in shock. The sight of seeing Damian doing what they thought was impossible needed to go into the history books.

While it was a momentous occasion for Damian’s brothers, it was a reality check for Mme. Bustier. Her screams echo against the halls of WE as buried memories of the chaos awakens.

She stared pointedly at Marinette in denial. There was no way her star student was in the cult that did so much damage all those years ago. When Chloe, Nino, Kim, and quiet Nathaniel joined her, Caline started to feel faint. She immediately excused herself to call her therapist. Her wails for help could reach the lobby.

Bruce unknowingly invited even more chaos into his household that night.

It didn’t take Chloe and Marinette much to convince their teachers to let the five of them stay with Mr. Wayne for the night in hopes of “catching up” with Damian.

After getting the approval from Mr. Wayne and their parents, she agreed, secretly ecstatic that they wouldn’t be in her care for the next several hours.

~☾★☽~

“I’m bored. Let’s play a prank?” Kim randomly shouts, playing catch with himself, when they were all staring out the TV waiting for something good to come on.

“What do you have in mind?” Marinette asks, making her way over to Damian. He pushes her away, knowing that she’ll use him as a throne.

“Hey Dames, do you own go-carts are something of a familiar nature?”

Damian thinks about it for a minute, “Tt, father wouldn’t dare let those things in the house. We can prank my brothers. Scaring them would bring me joy.”

“Well I have a few ideas, we can use.” Chloe states, pulling out the book of mischief from her purse.

They all huddle over the book with smirks on their faces.

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A retouch version of Request #9.

#maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #artxyra one-shots #slight daminette

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sweetighnari · 3 years ago

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TokRev x Fem!reader

I have had this idea in my head about what if the tokrev boys had a girlfriend who plays roller derby, but what if they end up seeing you covered in bruises or hurt, and he wasn’t there when it happened? This is entirely self indulgent and based on the fact that I play and get so many bruises from just a practice.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: mentions of bruises and some swearing, reader gets naked in Mitsuya’s but nothing suggestive

Characters: Ken “Draken” Ryuuguji, Chifuyu Matsuno, Mitsuya Takashi, and Manjiro “Mikey” Sano

Words: 2,641

Draken

When you first told him about the sport you played, he was worried, asking you if you were sure it was safe, what the rules were, and, with interest, if he could watch any of your games.

Of course you said he could be there, and even extended the invitation to some of his closest friends, as long as he was alright with it. After seeing a few of them, he began to get just as interested in things as much as you were.

On this particular day though, when you had a game scheduled 2 hours away from home, Draken was called into the shop for a last minute repair on a customers bike. “I’ll be home in time to take you to the thing tonight, unless you’re catching a ride with one of your teammates.”

Despite his promise for being home in time for your away game, this quick fix turned into less than quick, and you called him asking about how much longer he’d be, and that you had already had planned to carpool with several of the rest of your team anyway.

“I’m sorry, but it will take another hour at the minimum,” he sounded extremely disappointed. He wouldn’t be there to see either teams introductions and he loved cheering you on, in his own way, sitting as close to the track as possible for you to see him giving you a small smile and an encouraging nod.

Your team got to the rink, and you sent him a text, explaining that it would start in an hour, and asked if he was on the way yet, to which he replied that he had just gotten done with the repair, but he would unfortunately not be able to be there for the first half, unless he sped the entire way.

By the time your loving boyfriend had shown up, you were getting taken off the track and brought over to the medical staff. Your nose was bleeding and you had a massive bruise forming on your arm. Everyone on your team recognized him and told the staff trying to keep him away that he was there for a skater.

“What the hell happened, y/n?” You became a little embarrassed and explained that you were blocking, and got knocked over, resulting in you taking an elbow to the face, and that nothing was broken, but when he traced over the bruise, asking where it came from you just shrugged. “I honestly can’t remember.”

You sat there with him asking you questions, per request of the medical team, to make sure in your fall that you didn’t get a concussion.

As soon as your nose quit bleeding, you were ushered back to your bench, and as soon as you got there, you were put right back on the track, and Draken took a seat at the bench closest to the track, like he always has, and he kept an even closer eye on you than normal.

You can bet that as soon as you got home, he threw a fit about how the one time he wasn’t there, you got hurt, and that they didn’t even clean you up the right way. “There’s still blood on your face, and,” he grabbed your arm and touched the bruise you had almost forgotten about, “they didn’t give you any ice for this.” You tried, and failed, to let him know that it wasn’t as bad as he was trying to make it seem, but it fell on deaf ears.

He definitely makes you take it easy for the rest of the week until your next practice, even attended it, and made you take extra breaks.

If you hadn’t told him he could only go if he sat down and stayed quiet, he would’ve asked the coaches to keep you from any hitting drills that could put you in danger of hitting your face again.

The vein on his forehead was about to burst because the main focus of all the drills were hits while facing each other, and he was certain you’d get hurt again. Does he not know that was one of the many things that made you fall in love with roller derby?

Mikey

He was not as enthusiastic about you playing such a physically demanding sport, especially one that risked you getting injured.

But he never did anything to make you skip a practice or miss any games, because he knew how much it meant to you to be able to have a team like that. You would describe your teammates as a found family, and he knew what it was like more than ever to keep something like that in your life.

When he had a last minute meeting come up as soon as you had gotten to your home rink, right before the first scrimmage of the season, he knew he would have to leave. “I’m so sorry, y/n,” as he helped you bring your stuff inside, “something happened and no one is telling me what on the phone.”

Out of everyone you knew, he was never one to like breaking promises, and after promising to come to this event, it was hurting him way more than he let you see having to leave.

“Go, come back as soon as you can,” you mumbled as you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before grabbing your bag from his hands. “You can make it up to me later, I’ll be fine.” Reluctantly, your boyfriend left, but not before telling you to kick some ass and do your best.

Neither of you planned that during this game, a skater would low block you, and cause you to fall backwards, helmet first into someones skate. The idea that you would possibly get a concussion also did not cross your mind. You were told to take off all your gear and sit out for the remaining 10 minutes or until you had someone able to take you to the hospital

Your team planned to hit up a local bar with greasy foods and cheap drinks, and Mikey knew to just meet you there. But when he showed up and everyone told him you were on the way to the ER, he panicked.

The man got there before you did and when he saw you walk in, he was by your side, showing a concerned side you had only ever seen when you had gotten really sick. “She fell, and hit her head really hard.”

The triage nurse was more than willing to let both your teammate and your boyfriend in the room with you, because neither was willing to let you go without them. After the story got retold to the nurse, she examined you, and asked about your pain.

“Probably a 6 or 7, I had a helmet on,” you sounded out of it, and complained that the worst part wasn’t even where you hit, but the headache it caused. Everyone agreed that you needed to go back for imaging when the doctor came in, when the room was open, they had you climb into a wheelchair, and pushed you down the hall.

When you got back to their room, the nurse and doctor both left saying they were going to check your scans and come back hopefully with some answers. After a few minutes of waiting, the doctor returned, “there doesn’t seem to be any major issues, but you do have a concussion, so I recommend taking it easy for the next three weeks.”

The list of activities you were not allowed to do grew, and the one that sucked the life out of you the most was the rule about no skating, even if you feel better until your three weeks were up. “I don’t really want to see you back in here unless something else goes wrong, and definitely not for anything skating related for a while, alright?”

Mikey was worse than Draken about letting you do anything. He might act like a kid sometimes, but the way he barely let you lift a finger without his help, it seemed almost like he always behaved so maturely. Those three weeks were the longest, most boring weeks of your life.

Mitsuya

He actually brought you to one of the games, since he helped them design their new logo, and helped find them someone who could put names and numbers on the back of their jerseys. He was also one of the sponsors, since the league volunteered at some of the places his sisters liked to visit.

“What do you think about me joining?” You asked, as you both sat down for dinner after getting home. Almost a year later, and you were at your third ever game, Mitsuya was unable to come, his sisters having a school related event, and they were overlapping.

You urged him to spend time with them, since you would have many more chances for him to see you play, but this was the last event of the year for his sisters. If anyone were to understand family, it was you, so he reluctantly agreed.

So imagine his surprise when you come home, your bag hanging off your shoulder, and ice pack in your other hand, pressed to your ribs. “What happened?” You laughed a little, recollecting about your wall getting hit, and another skaters elbow digging in, and lifted your shirt to show off the almost perfect circle shaped red mark that was starting to turn purple and blue.

Shaking his head, he asked if you were still hurting, to which you made a face. “Yes and no,” setting your bag down, you walked to put the reusable ice pack in your freezer, and took a shaky deep breath. “It sorta hurts to breathe, but I think I’ll survive.”

Mitsuya was not fine with that answer, staring you down, before walking towards the bathroom to get a bath started for you. “I don’t believe you’re as fine as you say, but I can tell that you’re tired,” he spoke over the sound of the water running.

Kicking off your shoes before walking further into your house, you headed to your shared bedroom, and removed your clothes before tugging on a small robe and entering the bathroom that your boyfriend was in.

The smell of your favorite bubble bath filled your nose, and you closed the door, before turning around to thank him, as he helped you step into the tub and remove the robe. Turning around to leave, he called over his shoulder that he would be back in just a moment with clean clothes and to just relax.

When he came back in, he had the clothes, as well as a fluffy towel that he set down on the bathroom counter near the sink, before kneeling down next to the tub, grabbing your shampoo and telling you to turn towards him.

He helped you wash your hair, and massaged your scalp, before handing you your soap and a washcloth, so you could clean up and not have him accidentally hurt you, because he didn’t know what else hurt on you, but that he would get your back, and that is exactly what he did.

When you were done with your bath, the towel was still warm, and once your were fully dried off, he left the room to get dressed by yourself, and after several minutes, he came back with the menu of your favorite restaurant, and ordered your favorite items. “Cause you got hurt today.”

Chifuyu

You two met at a game, him getting dragged along by Mitsuya, and you started crushing immediately, finding him funny, and when he found out about your animal loving side, he finds himself falling for you as well.

It’s only natural that you end up dating, and after a couple of years of never missing any of your home games and scrimmages, there was an issue at the pet store and there weren’t enough people on staff. Begrudgingly, he tells you to have fun and be safe, get lots of pictures and videos for him at your game that would not be for another four hours.

Of course, you get as many as you can before the last second to last jam of the second half, when a skater goes sliding off the track and straight for you, and kicks you in the leg, resulting in a massive welt and the area turned purple almost instantly.

Everyone on your bench decided that even though you were supposed to go up for the last one, that you should instead just head over to your bag and remove your gear. The bench coach met you there after the last jam started with a single use ice pack, and asked if you needed a ride home.

Declining the offer, you packed your gear in your bag, and headed to your car that was just outside, before calling your boyfriend, asking if he was home yet, since he had been at work for the past six hours. When he confirmed he was in fact on his way home, you told him you were too.

You told him you got plenty of pictures and videos, but you did, however, conveniently leave out the part about the massive bruise on your leg, since he knew that occasionally bruises were a part of what happens. Except this is the biggest bruise, and you’ve never not told him when you were hurt.

The look on his face when he saw your calf and the massive purple and red mark, at first he looked worried, and then laughed as you began telling him how you got it, including the look of horror on the face of the skater who caused it.

Definitely makes sure you’re not seriously hurt, even offers to get you a fresh ice pack, and brings you to the bathroom and helps you up on the counter so he can rummage through the decently sized first aid kit you both keep, finding one and giving it one hard squeeze, causing the cooling effect to start.

“Keep that on for twenty minutes, off for ten,” he smiled while helping you climb down, and letting you relax on the bed, “I’m thinking we should have cheeseburgers for dinner, agree?” You nod, getting situated on the bed so that you had the ice on your bruise, without having to actually hold it in place.

You both named places that served cheeseburgers, until agreeing on one, and you told him your order.

He returned a few minutes later, and came back into your shared bedroom, handing you the bag, while setting his drink down on his bedside table, walking over to set yours on your respective table. “Do you want to watch a movie?” You turn on the TV, and turning on your favorite streaming service, letting him pick what movie.

“I told you to be safe.” You playfully smacked his chest before taking a bite of your dinner, promising that you would be even more safe next time, you both knowing it was a bit of a lie.

Even though he wasn’t getting into fights anymore, there was a reason you both had a first aid kit with enough items to stock a small pharmacy, seeing as he was almost always getting hurt by one of the clawed animals at work on accident, and you were a danger to yourself without even trying.

#tokyo rev fluff #mitsuya fluff #ken ryuuguji fluff #chifuyu fluff #mikey fluff #tokyo rev x y/n #ken ryuuguji x y/n #mitsuya x y/n #mikey x y/n #chifuyu x y/n #tokyorev headcanons #tokrev hcs #draken fluff

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gisellelx · 3 years ago

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Like a Raisin in the Sun

Saint Tropez, France

June 28, 2021

Despite all the trouble it caused them, all of their family liked the sun. Even Jasper, whose ruthlessly military affinity for the dark had taken decades to overcome, lay stretched out on a chaise, his eyes closed, with Alice curled up on his chest. Emmett and Rosalie were curled up on another set of chaises, Rosalie’s head on Emmett’s shoulder, his fingers stroking absently through her hair.

The estate they’d rented had a private beach, of course, and two large pools, and the main house itself was large enough that they couldn’t always hear from one side to the other. Small mercies after the beginning of the pandemic, when the nine of them had somehow managed to cram into their five bedroom cottage in Toulouse. Here at the coast, they all had plenty of room to be apart.

That turned out not to matter much, however. Except for a handful of times of day, when one couple or another would peel off into one of the suites so expansive they were large apartments unto themselves, they were together. Four pairs of chaise lounges feet from the water’s edge. Nine players around the Monopoly board Rosalie and Jasper had designed which was much more punishing and required a buy-in of two thousand euro from anyone who wanted to play to fund the “bank.” Seven in the audience around the Steinway, as Edward and Renesmee worked through the entirety of the four-handed Dolly Suite.

The water made an arrhythmic whoosh as it met sand over and over. Sometimes two waves came almost together, huge and frothy; other times it was the more gentle swish of a small, barely there swell of ocean. It was strange, beautiful, percussion-only symphony, and Edward could almost hear a melody over it, feeling his fingers begin to itch with the desire to compose.

Only one set of chaises sat empty, and as he gazed toward the horizon, he could see them: bright flashes of light between the two-foot swells. They were much farther out than would be safe for humans, having allowed the undertow to take them probably an eighth of a mile out to sea, to a sandbar where the waves crashed prematurely before building up again to come ashore. Between the waves, they stood only waist deep in water, the sun glinting off their shoulders and backs, sending shimmering rainbows across the dark sapphire of the waves.

Carlisle dove through a wave, emerging with hair dripping down his back. He ran a hand through it as he laughed and took a few strokes through the water to be closer to Esme, whose definitely-designed-to-scandalize-the-adult-children string bikini left more of her skin exposed than her husband's long swim trunks did his. Once together, a few steps further out took them both into deeper ocean where they treaded water, having a conversation Edward could not overhear.

So intent was he watching, he barely felt he hand on his shoulder as the chaise beside him became occupied, its regular owner having returned from retrieving a new book from the house. His wife settled in next to him, immediately following his gaze out to the distant sandbar. Together they listened to Esme’s giggling shriek as Carlisle picked her up and threw her full on into a large wave, followed immediately by Carlisle’s deep laughter as Esme recovered her footing and immediately picked him up and did the same. They slapped each other’s shoulders playfully, wiping water out of their eyes and shaking it out of their hair.

“They’re having so much fun out there,” Bella commented quietly.

Edward nodded, saying nothing. After several minutes more, his wife poked him in the side, making him chuckle.

“Sometimes I’d like to have your gift,” his wife said. “Know what you’re thinking.”

He laughed. “That makes two of us.”

It was their private joke, how Bella was his one silent mind. From time to time, she let him in, but it was difficult and she didn’t do it often. So he had scaled the uneasy cliff of learning to ask her to voice her thoughts, and to be more forthcoming about his own.

“I forget so often how young they are,” he answered, his voice quiet. “They should just be at the beach, splashing each other.”

“And then coming in and having mojitos,” Bella added.

Edward stared back out over the water.

“He would be just out of his M-1 year,” he muttered.

Bella laughed. “Carlisle? He’d be a rising M-3 at a minimum. You think he somehow didn’t finish college at least a year early?”

He laughed. “True.”

Bella leaned into him. “And she’d be the rising star architect at the boutique firm. Nobody can believe she has so little experience because her designs are so good.”

Edward slipped an arm over his wife’s bare shoulders. “How did they meet?”

“Mmmm.” Bella’s gaze returned to the ocean. “She designed the art museum and he went to a gala. He’d be looking at the Cezanne. And she would come up from behind him and start telling him about it.”

“Yeah and then he would compliment the architecture of the building and make her blush.”

Bella laughed. “A coincidence, or does he know who she is?”

“He knows who she is. He’s hitting on her.”

They both smiled.

“Does it work?”

Edward nodded. “She lets him buy her a glass of wine from the cash bar. And it’s generic and not very good so he offers to take her to a real wine bar after the event. And they sneak out of it a little early. He orders something way too fancy for his budget and he’s just going to put it on his credit card but—”

“—Esme sees straight through him and gets the check.”

Laughing again, Edward nodded. They both fell silent for a moment, the only sounds the breeze, the birds, and the gentle whoosh of the Mediterranean.

“How long do they wait to do it,” his wife asks mischievously.

Edward threw his hands over his eyes. “Bella!” When he opened them, he saw his wife, one eyebrow cocked, and when they spoke, it was as one:

“Third date.”

They dissolved into laughter.

“His place or hers?” This was Edward.

“His. It’s a mess. He wasn’t expecting to invite her home. His sheets aren’t clean, either.” Carlisle, for his master command of anywhere between two and ten people’s laundry, somehow almost always managed to forget the sheets even with an inhuman memory. Bella’s invocation of one of her father in-law’s few marital imperfections made Edward laugh.

“She doesn’t care,” he added.

Bella shook her head. “She’s kinda charmed, really.”

“They move in together very quickly.”

“But they don’t get married for a long time.”

Edward nodded. “Until he’s in residency.”

His wife smiled. Then she mischievously leaned into his side, putting her lips at his ear and whispered, “They pull the goalie before the wedding.”

This made Edward laugh, but it rang true. In this world of events his mother would be thirty, and worried. They would both want to get started as soon as they were sure of their commitment, and neither of them had ever been much for suffering other people’s opinions about what might be proper. He listened, smiling, as his wife went on.

“They find out the day before and everyone is gushing at the reception about how sappy in love they look. It’s not until she starts showing that they tell everyone why they were so gooey that day.”

Edward smiled shyly, sitting up, dragging his toe in the white sand.

“Boy or girl?”

“Girl,” Bella answered immediately. When he cocked his head and frowned, she smirked and added, “There is no alternate universe in which you are not Rose’s little brother.”

At this, Edward guffawed. But it was true, he knew. When he saw them, in their minds, the shadow-dream family his parents both had, he was always the youngest. Sometimes there were three children, the oldest a boy whom each of them imagined differently—Carlisle imagining caramel hair and brown eyes, and Esme imagining a softened version of Charles, usually, but sometimes a boy with Carlisle’s hair, and blue eyes the exact hue of which she didn’t know and Carlisle didn’t remember. He would have been twenty years younger than Edward, chronologically, yet somehow in all their imaginations he was the oldest—the lost child, the child she ran for, the only person in their family who had ever died.

It weighed so heavily on them. All they had lost, all the things they had won in their stead. They had been so weary a week ago in the morning, when they’d met the rest of the family on the tarmac in Castres. A pandemic year was taking its toll on them both.

The couple who splashed in the waves seemed too young to have experienced all the loss they had. They looked so unburdened, chasing the waves, laughing at each other, catching the sun. As they watched, Esme put Carlisle on her shoulders and he fought until they both fell backward and went under.

Bella squeezed his hand. “Which ones do you think are happier? The imaginary ones or the real ones?”

Edward pressed his lips together. He could see them, in his mind’s eye: the beautiful couple settling comfortably into middle age, the doctor coaching his daughter’s basketball team, the architect leading the pine car derby for her son’s scout troop.

But he could see this couple, too. The joy on their faces as they hugged each of their six children. The way their skin had glowed in the light of absolutely unnecessary birthday candles, a “1”, a “2”, and a “0” on a cake only Renesmee could eat, and in all likelihood wouldn’t. The night before, when they’d watched In the Heights, his daughter fighting sleep as she leaned on her grandfather’s shoulder. How contented Carlisle had looked as he nudged her awake, knowing she considered herself far too old to be carried to bed.

They were old and young. Happy and sad. Yin and yang, like the ancient forces: equal parts the hard amidst the easy, the pain amidst the joy.

“The real ones,” he said, and was rewarded with another squeeze of his hand as his wife smiled.

“I think so, too,” she said.

In the distance, they both watched as Carlisle and Esme disappeared again under the waves.

#Fanfic #my fic #fragment #zero draft #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #edward cullen #carlesme #bella swan #this is as close as you get to me writing edbella enjoy

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jabbers-wild-world · 2 years ago

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@owliiish | In the Dark of the Night

One week. It had only been one week since Hunter had officially relented to Luz’s repeated invitations, and had finally started living at the Owl House. Only one week, and since moving in, he’d been nothing but an anxious ball of nerves, flinching at every sudden movement and alert to every sound. He’d been difficult to get close to, downright avoidant of anyone who tried to approach him, and especially elusive regarding any physical contact. Surprise hugs from Luz or King, or any contact with Hooty resulted in Hunter disappearing for hours to who knows where, only to reappear for mealtimes where he ate only a little before he left to occupy his time with either training or running perimeter checks despite being told it wasn’t necessary.

And now.. It was late, near midnight or even later, and Hunter was in his chosen sleeping spot, hidden on a ledge above the couch. It had taken hours for him to finally fall asleep, his mind flooded with far too many thoughts and worries.. But finally he’d managed to drift off. It was quiet, a peaceful night with no more than the wind rustling through the trees outside to break the silence. At least, that’s how it seemed… It was entirely different in Hunter’s dreams… What had started as a peaceful dream of.. well, of actually having friends, and the whole.. flyers derby thing.. had rapidly turned dark.

His friends dragged from him, Flapjack gone, and then.. Belos. Furious, dangerous, and ready to kill. Flashes, wild flashes of pain, blood everywhere, and it was all his own, or- …was it really? He turned, around and around, and there were golden masks everywhere, each and every one splattered with blood, each one broken and warped, until- Just one.. Just one was still untouched, and polished so clean he could see his reflection, and- Belos, a hand clutching Hunter’s shoulder, as the mask began crying blood as he could only stare in horror. Then as he turned to Belos-

He was awake again in a flash, nearly falling off the ledge in a panic. He could hardly breathe and his hands were shaking. Woken by his companion’s distress, Flapjack was quickly at Hunter’s side, chirping his offered comfort, but still Hunter couldn’t stop shaking. He jumped down from his ledge, stumbling only a moment and at first, he made for the door with the instinct to run away screaming at him, but- …He stopped, his rational mind slowly gaining ground against his panic.. and he turned his gaze to the stairs. Hesitation, a glance back to the door.. But he made his way to the stairs, as quietly as he could. His ears flicked back, he was still shaking as he carefully crept into the Owl Lady’s room, tiptoeing to her nest.

He stopped short, hesitating and debating whether or not to do what he was about to. But thoughts of his nightmare came flooding back and he quickly climbed into Eda’s nest, finding a small spot to curl up where he wouldn’t disturb her sleep, he was still trembling, still terrified by his nightmare, and he didn’t want to be alone. He stared for a moment or two at Eda before he made himself comfortable, tears dripping down his face, as he tried again to fall asleep, while still terrified to do so.

#i legitimately looked up the floor plan of the owl house for this #so yeah!#took me a bit #but I found what I needed #lol #;; the golden boy (hunter)

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mxpseudonym · 4 years ago

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Thoughtless

Pairing: John Shelby x Fem!Reader

Summary: John takes you being hired to audit his work as an insult. Not to mention, you’re too smug about catching his mistakes. John needs to teach you a lesson. John Shelby mocks you for being fucked stupid for 1500 words straight.

Length: 1585 words (allegedly)

Warnings: Dangerous for work, dirty talk, belittling

A/N: Super tempted to call this “head empty.” This is the first time I’ve ever had any motive to write John and I think it’s pretty damn good. Also, gets a bit sweet at the end.

The pads of John's fingers dipped into the soft crevices of your skin, pulling your hips higher and sliding your dress and slip further up your waist. He marveled at the way he was already shining with your wetness as he slowly moved out of you and the way you seemed to suck him back in. You whimpered, feeling every slight movement as he moved.

"Heaven and hell, love. You're that far gone already?" John groaned out, still watching the view he could only have with you bent over his desk, chest pressed to the surface. You wanted to bite back at his teasing remark, but it was unfortunately correct.

Tommy Shelby hired you to do a twice-weekly audit of John's books at the betting shop. Your boss swore it was because the derby was coming up, and there needed to be a better system as the business grew. However, John took it as a message: some woman could do his job better than he could. You endured the glares and scoffs from the handsome young Shelby for weeks and gave as good as you got. It just so happened that one night you both stayed late to finish the bookkeeping, and John brought out a bottle of whiskey.

"We don't need you, you know? Just nice to look at," he slurred while pointing at you. You leaned forward with an arched eyebrow.

"I catch your mistakes every week, John-boy. But I do agree. I am nice to look at."

Arrogance met cockiness, and it didn't take long before you were pressed against the wall, paying the price of your smugness. As an unlikely pair, it was surprisingly easy to keep anything between you two a secret. The only problem was, as efficient as call and response, whenever John gave you that look and sent irritated jabs your way, your body reacted with anticipation for what was to come after hours. Today you received "you think you're smarter than me, love" after changing his sums on the chalkboard.

In conclusion: of course you were already far gone.

"Oi!" John's hand landed hard against your backside as he picked up the pace. "Where's your head, y/n? Too distracted to use your voice today? Or is that head empty after all?" You looked over your shoulder at him with fierceness.

"Just thinking about how good this feels after a long day cleaning up after you."

The words were said with whatever remaining bravery you had lying around and with good reason. John paused mid-stroke, and for a moment, you feared you'd gone too far. No matter the outcome, that sentiment was probably correct. John lifted your leg onto the desk in a quick movement, giving himself more room before leaning over you.

"If there's one thing I like about you, y/n," John breathed in your ear. "You challenge me. Right now, you've helped me realize that, if that pretty mouth of yours can still speak and that pretty head of yours can still think, I'm probably not doing a good enough job."

His hips snapped forward, slamming into you with one smooth movement that made you cry out. John was only consistent in that he was entirely inconsistent. His strokes were long and hard or shallow and fast, or some mix of both. No matter the pace, they remained intense enough to send you over the edge quickly when paired with John's fingers abusing your clit.

"John, please, slow,"

"Huh? What was that?" He stopped you between his own pants. John blessed his stamina. Without it, he'd have been finished long ago. Hell, you'd look particularly pretty that day anyway, and it had worked him up, so lasting this long was a miracle in itself. Your snarky little comments just happened to conjure up enough motivation for him to outlast you several times over.

"John, John," you whimpered with your forehead pressed against the desk. You knew what you meant. You wanted to say that he was going to leave you used for all you were worth if he kept hitting that spot deep in you, but damn if you could even think straight.

"What the fuck are you even trying to say right now, y/n? You sound, what did you call it? Belligerent?"

He was only spurred on by those noises you were making. Fuck, you sounded better every time you came. He gripped your arm and pulled you back against his chest.

"Mm, I, ah!" Your eyes snapped closed, and another release came over you. Though not as powerful as your first two, it still made you lean your weight on John. He took your earlobe between his teeth and groped your breasts that he'd been quick to expose after your catalyst of a remark.

"If Tommy heard you right now, he'd wonder why he even hired you. Can't even say a full sentence after a bit of dick, huh?"

He spat the words like he was disgusted, and the sentiment went straight to your lower belly. Why did you like this? You didn't have an answer. You didn't have anything beyond acceptance of how good you were feeling. You turned your head to look back at the man responsible for this.

In the dim light of the office, John could still clearly make out a face he'd never forget. Slack-jawed and only able to pant and whine, you looked at John with glossy, pleading, heavily hooded eyes.

"Fuck," he swore as his cock twitched inside of you. "Poor baby, should I give you more?" The sound you made in response could have meant anything, but John laughed and took it as approval. "Fuckin' hell, you're a mess."

"Please, please," you pleaded softly, making John smirk.

"That's right, do what you do best. Beg for this cock, y/n."

He'd lost track of how long you were at it, and even he was reaching his limit. Still, when he pulled out of you, he sat in his office chair and reached for you again. It was almost too much, sinking onto him yet a new position, but you couldn't help but accept how overtaken by desire you were.

John paused for a moment and took you in. You bit your lip as he stroked your cheek for a moment. His thumb pulled your bottom lip free before he leaned in and kissed you.

"I've got a task for you, y/n. Don't worry, I'll make it, so you don't need to know anything." John chuckled when a slight pout came to your face. He gripped your hips and began rocking them, making your eyes roll back. "All you need to do is ride me just like this so I can empty my balls, yeah? Even you can do that."

"Oh god," you moaned.

You'd meant to say that you'd make John pay for this later, or even a simple "fuck you." Instead, you fell forward and completed your assignment with John's belittling praise in your ear. John's breathing got more erratic, and he started thrusting into you with no rhyme or reason, just release on the brain.

"Let me see you," he ordered you.

You leaned back and looked at him with those eyes again, and you were still making those noises despite yourself. How should he finish? In this state, he could push you on your knees and make you swallow him if he wanted. But something stopped him, maybe that he did intend to walk you home later and he didn't want to humiliate you too much. Not yet, anyway.

He quickly lifted you off of him, making you sit back on his thighs as he gripped himself. He was too focused on the fast-approaching release that he didn't see you move until your hands were taking over for him, stroking with a firm grip. You'd never handled him that way before, and that surprise, coupled with the warmth of your palms, had him spilling over your fingers with bucking hips and a loud groan.

John stole a cloth from the kitchen after you caught your breath and helped you clean up enough that you didn't ruin your slip on the walk home. You imagined it was probably a side effect of fatherhood, but John was surprisingly doting.

"I'm walking you in, no buts about it," John told you as he walked into your flat and began helping you with your coat.

"You don't have to-"

"Did you eat?" He stopped you. Now that he mentioned it, you hadn't had anything since noon.

"I didn't yet." Your voice was already sleepy.

"Alright, I'll run a bath and then make some tea and something quick. I know about three meals that won't burn the bloody building down," John chuckled. His flushed face was turning slightly bashful.

"Thank you."

"Can't have you going weak, can I?" He scratched the back of his head. Despite your insistence, John rolled up his sleeves and helped you into the bath. Before he could leave you to begin searching your cabinets, he paused at the door, turning to you. "I keep telling Katie how smart you are and how she can be like that, too, so don't go taking any of that stuff to heart."

You blinked after him, then smiled softly to yourself, sliding further into the bath. John Shelby was a dangerous man in more ways than one.

Bonus script:

"Can you check this?"

"I thought all I could do was beg?"

"Good grief, don't hold it over my head!"

#John Shelby does not tolerate haughtiness #Also he's a good dad #John Shelby #John Shelby Smut #John shelby Fanfiction #John Shelby imagine #Peaky Blinders Imagine #Peaky Blinders Smut

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