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hp-hcs · 1 year ago

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Omg are you a SAINT??? I’m the one who requested the Theo x ftm Parkinson Reader and it was incredible!!! I love Yanderes ngl because I have….issues…..anyways please bring me a part 2 （╹◡╹）

uh. super dark themes in here? i’m really sorry?

requests open

CLAIRVOYANCE AND TASSEOGRAPHY (Chapter Two of Pansy’s Brother) — yandere! psycho! theodore nott x ftm! sweetheart! parkinson! reader

WARNINGS: abduction/kidnapping, stalking, possessive/obsessive behavior, intense unwarranted jealousy

hey! if you like someone, please don’t stalk and kidnap them! that’s decidedly uncool!

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“You going back to your dorm?”

“Nah,” you shake your head. “I need to finish my homework for Trelawney. Going to the library.”

Enzo snickers. “Good luck. ~Clear your mind~,” his voice took on a sing-song quality as he imitated your professor, laughing when you smacked his arm and told him to be nice.

“I like Divination,” you whine. “Trelawney’s nice!”

“Yeah, sure…” he teases, knocking his shoulder against yours. You roll your eyes and wave goodbye to him, heading to the library while he turns to go back down to the dungeons.

The hallways are mostly empty, although a few straggling kids make their way through the castle, but a multitude of others must’ve had the same idea as you, because the library is completely full.

You weave your way between a pack of first year Hufflepuffs and a group of zonked-out Gryffindors, dropping your bag down onto the only free table to claim your spot.

Madam Pince, always one beat ahead of everyone else, emerges from the maze of bookshelves, holding a simple wood box out for you.

“Y/N, dear. I believe you’re in need of this?” She said wisely with a small smile on her otherwise stern face.

Madam Pince had always quite liked you. You were quiet (unlike your sister and her friends), you always thanked her whenever she helped you (even if it was just bringing you another cup of tea and an interesting book on the Muggle constitutional monarchy), and you once marched down to the library just to give her an entire plate of cookies because I made too many, really Madam, and besides, you deserve a bit of thanks for all the hard work you do.

(She’d later asked the house elves. They informed her that you’d only baked one batch of cookies. She’s had a soft spot for you ever since.)

You thanked her gratefully, taking the wood box and opening it. Inside was one of the library’s loaner crystal balls. A bit scuffed up, but it did the job.

Sitting down at your table, you got to work writing your Divination essay. You weren’t particularly adept at clairvoyance, but as long as you tried (or at least pretended to), Trelawney would leave you alone.

The library grew quiet as groups began intermittently leaving, rubbing tired eyes and yawning as they stumbled their way down the hall. Madam Pince came by with two mugs of tea and and an order to take a break, dear, have a cuppa with me.

You laid down your quill, taking your offered mug with grateful thanks and a tired smile. She pulled a chair up next to you, sipping her own mug.

“I’ve closed the library up for tonight, but you’re welcome to stay for as long as you need. I know, I know. As an educator, I’m not supposed to have favorites but…” she gave you a conspiratorial wink. “Anyway, the only people left in here are Miss Granger, you, and I. Lovely girl, that Granger. But remember, you need to sleep at some point, dear.”

You laughed and nodded, draining the rest of your tea and swirling the leaves around. “I know. I just need to finish this essay.”

Madam Pince gave you a pointed look, glancing down at the three sentences you had written on your otherwise blank twelve inches of parchment and then back up at you.

“Divination is a difficult subject,” she advised. “Take notes, and write your essay later. Although you seem to be doing quite well with tasseography.” She nodded towards your empty mug which you were still swirling around, just as something to do with your hands.

You laugh, finally stopping the cup and peering in. “Oh no, I’m terrible at reading tea leaves. This looks like a… an axe, I think? And… ooh, this looks like a shark. Or maybe a goldfish.”

She snickered, patting your shoulder and standing up, smiling at you before returning to her seemingly endless task of reshelving books.

You spun the cup around once more, finding only a wonky heart and a vaguely knife-shaped bit. The rim of your tea mug held only a weird looking dog.

You brushed off the silly reading and resumed your homework, tapping the crystal ball with your fingernail in frustration.

There wasn’t anything in there.

You sighed in annoyance, setting down your quill with a clack and rubbing the heel of your hands over your eyes. It was starting to get late, and you weren’t getting anywhere. Might as well call it a bust and go back to your dorm.

You huffed out a short breath as you screwed on the lid of your inkwell, stuffing your quill and parchment in your bag with little care.

Turning back to put the crystal ball back in its box, you froze when you saw something.

You narrowed your eyes, leaning closer to get a better look.

Nope.

Nothing.

You sighed again, shaking your head. You could’ve sworn you’d seen something move. But alas, it was still just the same stupid upside-down reflection of the bookshelves in front of you.

You picked up the ball, nestling the stand back inside the satin interior of the box. As you moved the set the sphere down as well, you saw it again.

Movement.

Now you knew you weren’t crazy.

It was a little hard to tell, as whatever was on the other side of the ball would reflect back inverted, but you swore it looked like a person.

You squinted, shifting a bit. The indistinct figure vanished.

You looked up from the ball tentatively, a bit afraid of what might be ahead of you.

Nothing.

“Hermione?” You called softly. Your voice carried in the empty library.

“Upstairs!” Hermione’s distinct voice called back. You glanced up at the small second floor loft, catching a glimpse of bushy hair.

A hand suddenly came down on your shoulder with a vice-like grip.

You startled, a yelp halfway on your lips when another hand covered your mouth. The mystery person leaned down behind you to whisper in your ear.

“Easy. You’re okay.”

You were frozen with fear, the ball slipping out of your hands and falling onto the (thankfully) carpeted floor, where it rolled to a stop some feet away.

“Not a word.” The stranger’s voice hissed, their grip tightening over your mouth, their short nails digging into your skin.

They yanked you out of your chair from behind, leaving all of your things scattered across your desk. The stranger moved their hand from your shoulder to your opposite elbow, their arm across your torso and keeping you from moving as they dragged you down the row. They made a beeline for the library doors, your weak attempts to fight them off not hindering them in the slightest.

As the stranger fumbled to open the door with both of their hands occupied, a familiar voice called out.

“Are you finally leaving, Y/N, dear?” Madam Pince’s called from just around the corner, half-hidden behind a bookshelf.

The stranger’s grip on you tightened even further, to an almost painful degree.

“Answer her.” They hissed again, digging their nails into your cheeks again before slowly moving their hand down to uncover your mouth.

You trembled with fear. “U-uh, yeah. Got some wonderfully mediocre notes down, and I’m exhausted.”

Her laugh drifted through the library. “Alright then, Y/N. Oh! And if Professor Trelawney actually does assign any tasseography homework, you know where to find me.”

“Yeah, of course. We can share a cuppa chamomile together.”

“Sounds lovely, dear. Sleep well.”

The rather sweet moment was ruined as the stranger’s hand returned over your mouth and you were bodily dragged out of the library.

~~~

Irma Pince was many things, but she was not stupid.

Once hated by the students of Hogwarts, now one of the most beloved staff members, she was an integral part of the school. Since allowing for more freedom in the library—which now drew more regulars and first years who were no longer afraid of her—plus with the addition of befriending some of the more polite students, she no longer was the sour, unpleasant woman she’d once been.

She was knowledgeable in virtually every subject—she knew who needed to return what books by when, who the Muggle prime minister in 1857 was, what dittany is, and how fireworks worked, they’re really quite simple, Mr. and Mr. Weasley. Point being, she knew just about everything about anything.

She also knew for a fact that Y/N Parkinson hated chamomile tea.

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blackhakumen · 8 days ago

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Mini Fanfic #1262: Spending the Day With the Princess of Knothole (Sonic X SSBU)

3:13 p.m. Outside of the Knothole's Royal Castle.......

Sally: (Walks Out of the Castle and Then Down it's Entrance Stairs Along with Shadow) I can't thank you enough for helping file those stacks of paperwork with me, Shadow. I dunno know how you were able to do it all without having the urge to claw your eyes out......

Shadow: When you're assigned to do them as often as I do on a slow day, you'll tend to get used to it overtime. (Ros his Eyes a Bit) Regardless of how more and more time inducing it gets down the line.

Sally: (Sighs Heavily While Placing her Hand on the Side of her Head) Tell me about it. I mean seriously, who idea was it stack them all up into seperate, tall like buildings in the first place? (Crosses her Arms While Pouting) They need their next paycheck cut to pieces

Shadow: (Forms a Small Smirk on his Face) That's doesn't seem very royal like to say, your highness.

Sally: Yeah, well having me to waste hours of my time on end, getting them signed, filed, and organized before another pile suddenly drops down on my face seconds later, isn't royal like either, don'tcha think?

Shadow: ('Heh') Not in the slightest. But at least that's one less thing to worry about for now.

Sally: (Sighs in Relief Once More) Very true. Do you have any plans ahead of you right now that you're free, Shadow?

Shadow: Not at the moment. I was preoccupied with getting everything finished and situated that I didn't get the chance to plan about that in particular.

Sally: (Forms a Bright Smile on her Face) Well, in that case, you're in luck. Because I would like to take you around my town for a while~

Shadow: (Turns to Sally) Really? You sure that won't be too much trouble on your end?

Sally: Oh please, it won't be any at all. You are our guest here after all. Plus, this could be a good opportunity for the both of us to properly get to know one another more, don'tcha think?

Shadow: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) Seems like a reasonable plan to me.

???????: Yo Sally-Girl!!~

The duo looks down to see Sally's closest allies and friends, Bunnie Rabbot, Nicole, and Ms. Rosie Woodchuck waving at their princess from behold.

Sally: There you ladies are. (Walks Down Towards the Trio in Question) Were you three able to get everything situated out there while I was gone?

Bunnie: (Happily Nodded) You know it. We send those vermin heaps of metal to the junk pile where they belong.

Nicole: (Smiles Softly) We've also successfully managed to get the citizens out of harms way beforehand as well.

Ms Rosie: (Happily Presents the Duo With a Playlte of Cookies) And they're all in good care now thanks to these lovely cookies I've made afterwards.

Sally: ('Gasps') You've saved a few for us?~

Ms. Rosie: Why, of course!~I could never forget to look after my little princess no matter how old she gets~ (Gently and Playfully Pulls Sally's Cheek)

Sally: (Giggles Ticklishly by the Cheek Pulling) Ms. Rosie, please!~ Not in front of Shadow!~

Ms. Roise: (Turns to Shadow) Have as many cookies as you want as well, dear. You must be really hungry now after doing all those awfully large sets of paperwork you two had to do in there.

Sally: (Turns Back to Shadow) Shadow, you HAVE to try Ms. Rosie's cookies, they are literally to DIE for!~

Shadow: (Picks a Cookie Up From the Plate) If you're insist....(Takes a Bite Off the Cookie He's Holding Before His Eyes Begins to Widened and Sparkle a Bit a Few Seconds Later) This is the best Cookie I've ever tasted.

Sally: (Happily Munching on her Cookie) Right? Shoooo goood!~

Ms. Rosie: (Giggles Softly) I'm so glad you like them~ And I truly hope you enjoy Sally's company on your romantic stroll around town~

Shadow: (Simply Nodded to the Elderly Woman) We will, thank you. (Raises an Eyebrow) Also, romantic?

Sally: (Pinches the Bridge of her Nose While Blushing a Bit) Oh my God, Ms. Rosie, Shadow and I are not dating. Just associates at best!

Bunnie: (Forms a Teasing Smirk on her Face) Really?~ Other than the fact that you were doing paperwork together, how come we saw ya walkin' together down the stairs for?~

Nicole: (Begins to Smirk as Well) Very close to one another I may add~

Ms. Rosie: Close enough to touching hands range ~

Bunnie/Nicole/Rosie: (Leans Close to the Duo (Mainly on Sally), Expecting an Honest Answer) Hmmmmmmmmmmm?~

Sally: ('Ugh') I swear, you three are such a headache sometimes....(Grab Onto Shadow's Hand as She Walks Off) Come on, Shadow, I have a town to show you!

Shadow:Right....Behind you. (Follows Sally Behind, Slightly Confused)

Ms. Rosie: (Happily Waves Goodbye at the Duo) Have a nice stroll together, dears!~

Bunnie: (Watches the Duo Wapk Off With her Smirk Still Intact) Who wants to bet our Sally Gal gonna start fallin' head over her boots for that Shadow fella at some point this year?~

Nicole: I'll give it a few weeks in advance

Bunnie: I'll give her a few days

Ms. Rosie: (Lightly Pouts at Bunnie and Nicole) Honestly, I cannot believe you two playing it safe right now. (Forms a Confident Smile om her Face) I'll give her until later tonight to confess~

Nicole: Ooooh!~

Bunnie: You go now, Granny Rosie!!~

Few Minutes of Sightseeing Later at the Town's Outdoor Café........

Sally: (Starts Gushing at a Picture on Shadow's Phone) D'Awwww!~ Is this the little sister you told me about?~

Shadow: (Simply Nodded) Hat Marie Kid. She doesn't talk much, but she has proven to be full of surprises. (Smiles a Bit) Kind of like me in some aspect.

Sally: (Giggles Softly) Oh is that right?~

Shadow: (Simply Shrugs) It's the truth. She fought her way through a town filled with mafia, an evil, deal-making shadow entity, and various other abnormal obstacles just to obtain all the time pieces shatter from out her ship in space.

Sally: (Eyes Widened a Bit in Genuine Surprise) Oh wow, that is impressive.

Shadow: Of course it is. I expect nothing less from the Ultimate Little Sister of mine. (Casually Takes a Sip of the Latte He Ordered)

Sally: Spoken like a proud big brother. If she keeps this up, she'll give my Baby Fox a run for his money in the cuteness scale.

Shadow: (Raises an Eyebrow) Baby Fox?

Sally: (Happily Shows Off Pictures of Herself, Bunnie, and Their Baby Fox From Their Younger Years to the Present on her Phone) Our one and only pride and joy Bunnie and I looked after growing up

Shadow: Wait. (Eyes Begins to Widened at the Nephew in Question, Recognizing Those Two Tails From Anywhere) You two are Tails' mother this whole time?

Sally: (Stares at Shadow For a Brief Second Before Bursting Out Laughing by the Assumption) No!~ We're his aunts. Not-blood related by any means mind you, but we still treat him like he's our own baby.

Shadow: I see. And I take it he start calling you that the day you were first tasked to look after him?

Sally: You guessed it. (Starts Snickering at the Memory She, Bunnie, and Tails Shared Together) He called us that for entire day to be exact. We thought it was weird and annoying at first. (Dreamingly Clasps her Hands Together as She Continues Reminiscing on the Past) But the look on his precious, blue eyes and innocent smile were more than enough for the two of us to accept our roles as his aunties from that day forward~ (Let's Out an Exaggerated Sounding Groan) ('UUUGH') I MISS HIM SO MUCH ALREADY!!~

Shadow: Have you ever thought of visiting him these days?

Sally: (Pouts at Shadow) Are you kidding? We've been visiting one another since the day we first saw each other all those years later! ('Sigh') But i haven't done much of that last year as I hoped. Hopefully with everything going along smoothly un this kingdom, we could do it a lot more often this time arpund.

Shadow: (Simply Nodded) Sounds good. I'm only a call away if you ever need anymore assistance going forward.

Sally: Thank you, Shadow, but... are you sure you won't mind doing so? The last thing I wanna do is trouble you woth any of our problems....

Shadow: Won't be any trouble on my expense at all. Your kingdom and G.U.N. has been allies for quite some now, so it's only fair that we help out every once and a while. Not to mention your company has been nothing short of decent so far- (Notices Sally Happily Staring at Him With her Hands on Both her Cheeks) What?

Sally: Nothing. Just admiring how much of a sweetheart Rouge said you are~

Shadow: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) She would tell you that.

Sally: Don't worry. I'm not gonna ruin your bad boy image over your act of kindness. Though, I do consider you try and loosen up a bit. (Leans Over to Shadow With a Playful Smirk on her Face) Princess' orders~

Shadow: ('Hmph') Fine. But only if you let me pick out the next activity.

Sally: (Leans Back to her Seat) Then the floor is all yours, Ultimate Lifeform. Where you wanna go to next?

Shadow: The Shooting Range. Your friend, Bunnie, told me that you're pretty good with a gun.

Sally: (Playfully Twirl the Side of her Hair Around) Ohh, I wouldn't exactly say I'm THAT good considering I was only placed 4th place in the Annual Shootout Competition two years in the row already.

Shadow: That, in it of itself, is already impressive for someone in a royal status. Show me what you got.

Another Stroll to the Knothole's Shooting Range Later........

'Ratatatata' 'Ratatatata' 'Ratatatata'

Time continues to pass by every second as Sally has just finished shooting the tenth and last target placed in front of her from afar. She shot a decent amount of higher numbers: three 7s, three 8s, two 9s, and a single 10, all tallied up to 73 points in total.

Sally: (Takes off the Headphones Off of her Ears Before Letting Out a Sigh and Turning to Shadow Behind her With a Satisfied Smirk on her Face) There. Whatcha think of that, coach?

Shadow: Hm. (Tales a Look at the All of the Shot Targets One by One Before Giving Sally a Simple Nod) Not bad. Have you considered using any firearms on a few of your missions?

Sally: I have, but I'm more of a close-combat kind of gal if anything. (Activates an Energy Blade From One of the Blue Rings She's Wearing on her Wrists) Mostly thanks to these bad boys Dr. Ellidy made for me a while back.

Shadow: I see. Neat.

Sally: I know, right? (Deactivates her Ring Blade as She Presses the Red Button in Front of Her, Instantly Replaces the Targets with New Ones) I wouldn't nearly be a huge help to the team without them. (Gives Shadow the Range's Pistol) Now it's your turn, Shadow. And please, try not to use any of your Chaos Powers to cheat, 'kay? (Playfully Winks a lt Shadow)

Shadow: (Forms a Smirk of his Own) ('Hmph') Like I need any of that to win.

As he puts the headphones on, Shadow points the pistol at the first target he sees from afar and pulls the trigger at complete ease.

'Bang'

The bullet was sent flying across the room until it hits the smallest point of the target: 10. Shadow then proceeds to walk over to the next target and shoots another 10.

'Bang'

Then does the same for the next one.

'Bang'

And the next one.

'Bang'

And the next one.

'Bang'

He gave the rest of the targets perfect shots that it has already caused his competitor to become dumbfounded by the entire performance conspiring in front of her. Thus giving the Ultimate Lifeform a Perfect 100 Score, possibly the first perfect score that ever happened in this entire range.

Shadow: (Tosses the Pistol Up in the Air Before Catching it) And THAT is how it's done.

Sally: (Almost at a Loss Fpr Words) ..........How?

Shadow: I've been to a few ranges in my time, took part in a few of their contests, and winning all of them. (Let's Out a Single Chuckle) I won so many of them that they practically banned me from ever participating in any more in the future.

Sally: (Comically Glares) And I can see why, that was a perfect run you made just now!

Shadow: (Shrine) Eh. I can do better.

Sally: DO BETT- (Pauses Herself Before Taking a Deep Breath) Okay. (Crosses her Arms While Turning Away, Pouting) Whatever you say. You cute show off....

Shadow: (Smirks at Sally Until He Hears the Alarm Goes Off on his Phone Before Picking Up From the Stand) Hm. It's almost time.

Sally: (Turns Back to Shadow) For what?

Shadow: Movie Night. I promised everyone in the Smash Mansion that I would attending one with them. (Starts Blushing a Little) i...also promised mother that I wouldn't stay out too late....in general.....

Sally: (Places her Hand on her Chest While Smiling) Awwwww~ You really are a Momma's Boy at heart!~

Shadow: (Eyes Widened in Disbelief Before Facepalming Himself) ('Groans') Rouge told you about that as well, didn't she?

Sally: No. Sonic did. In glorious detail~

Shadow: (Starts Gritting his Teeth While Balling his Fist Up in a Electric Spark) Is that right? (He's a dead man the next time I see him.)

Sally: (Giggles Softly) Oh okay~ Come on. I'll take you home from here.

Shadow: You will? (Raises an Eyebrow) in what transportation exactly.

Another Stroll to Sally's Garage Later......

Shadow: (Eyes Widened at What is Sitting Right in Front of Him) You got a motorcycle this whole time?

Sally: It's not just any motorcycle. It's a street racer cycle Nicole help build for me a not too long ago. I call this the Royal Blue Kawasaki. (Forms a Proud Grin on her Face) It's a one of a kind if I do say so myself~

Shadow: (Obverse and Examines Every Bit of Detail of Sally's Motorcycle) That's an understatement. It's design, the engine, it's entire brand....It's a sight to behold for sure. (Turns Back to Sally( How fast does it usually run for?

Sally: About 50 miles per hour. (Smiles Sheepishly) But I usually go a lot slower than that. To make sure I don't run into any accidents, you know?

Shadow: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) Understandable. The road cam get dangerous if you don't know what you're doing being any wheel.

Sally: Exactly. But enough talk. Let's get you back home in time for movie night, shall we?

Shadow: (Simply Bows to Sally) Lead the way, your highness.

Few More Minutes on the Road Leter........

'Motorcycle Engine'

Sally: (Cursing on the Nightly, Thankfully Less Than Busy Streets of Smash Town with Shadow Sitting and Holding onto her From the Back) Won't be long now till we reach our destination. (Looks Back at Shadow) You doing okay back there, Shadow?

Shadow: Yeah, I'm still holding on.

Sally: (Turns Back to the Road) Okay, good! I can tell this is your first time being the ride-y on the motorcycle for once.

Shadow: Yeah, this is still a lot to get used to, but I don't hate it. You're a pretty decent driver so far, Sally.

Sally: (Smiles Brightly) Thanks!~ Bunnie and Vanilla has been teaching me the ropes for a good while now. I think I'm starting to get a hang of it so far. (Notices the Traffic Lights Are About to Turn Red at Any Second) Hang on!

Sally immediately puts her Royal Blue Kawasaki to an extremely screeching holt behind the white line.

Sally: ('Sighs in Relief') Made it. (Looks Back at Shadow) Still doing okay back there?

Shadow: (Simply Nodded to Sally) Yeah. What about you?

Sally: I'm fine! (Looks Up at the Other Side of a Now Busy Road) So much for a traffic free ride home, am i right?

Shadow: Here's hoping this won't last too long.

Sally: Yeah.

'Sounds of Cars Driving by on the Other Road'

Shadow: So, question.

Sally: Hm?

Shadow: You dated Sonic at one point, correct? What was that like?

Sally: (Giggles Softly) Where do I even begin?~ it was the first time either of us gotten into a more serious relationship.

Shadow: Really?

Sally: Cross my heart. It all started out with back and forth bantering and flirting till a few life threatening adventures later where we started taking each other a lot more seriously than usual.

Shadow: I bet he was still as obnoxious as he has always been.

Sally: (Snickers a Bit) Oh yeah. He was a huge pain in the butt back in the day, still is one now i bet. (Smiles Softly) But I still loved him to pieces. I wouldn't have never have gotten this far as a leader if it weren't for him encouraging me the whole way through.

Shadow: (Rolls his Eyes a Bit) He does have the tendency to inspire people to do better, intentional or not....What made you two broke up?

Sally: It's nothing too serious, at least....now that I'm thinking about it all these years later. (Looks Up at the Night, Star Filled Sky) We both wanted different things in life. I wanted to stay protect the very home and kingdom I grew up in while Sonic want to go out on more daring adventures. (Frowns a Bit) That in turn led into a....really heated argument for everyone in our team to hear, followed by Sonic "mysteriously" disappearing the next morning, leaving a note saying that this wasn't working out....Tails went out to follow him and.....life continues to move on from, whether I was ready for it or not.....

Shadow: I...see. Sorry you had to go through all of that. That must've been rough.

Sally: (Smiles Softly at Shadow) Thank you. And yeah, it was a rough time. It hurt a lot a the time even, but that's all in the past now. Sonic and I work a lot better as friends these days and personally speaking, I want it to stay like that way for as long as possible, you know?

Shadow: Makes sense. It's better to be friends than to become mortal enemies down the line.

Sally: ('Sighs Heavily') Ph yeah, definitely......

Shadow: Still, you're as strong as you are beautiful, your highness. I'm certain you'll find that certain somebody sion enough.

Sally: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) Thank you, Shadow. I'm sure you'll find your certain somebody one of these days too. (Notices the Traffic Lights Has Finally Changed) Oh, the light is green. Let's blow this popsicle stand!

Shadow: ('Hmph') Let's.

Woth the roaring sound of the motorcycle engine going off, the Princess of Knothole continues to drive off to her guest's final destination for the rest of the evening, the Smash Mansion.

Sally: (Eyes Widened at the Mansion In Front of Her and Shadow) No way....THIS is where you guys been living at this whole time!?

Shadow: More or less. Huge isn't it?

Sally: Yeah, it looked more like a freaking castle if anything. It might be bigger than ours!

Shadow: (Hop Off of Sally's Motorcycle) You're more than welcome to come in for a quick tour.

Sally: Nah, I'll pass for now. (Starts Yawning and Stretching her Arm Out a Bit) I am in desperate need for an R&R right about now........Buuut in the meantime, here. (Hands Shadow a Small Piece of Paper)

Shadow: (Looks Down at the Paper Given to Him Before Noticing a NmFew Numbers Written on the Back) What's this?

Sakly; (Gives Shadow a Bright Smile on her Face) My number~ I really enjoyed our time together today, Shadow the Hedgehog, and I want us to hang out more often going forward. (Playfully Points at Shadow) So you BETTER text me before you even think about going to bed for the night, mister. I'm serious!~

Shadow: ('Sigh') Don't worry, I won't forge- (Suddenly Felt Sally Hugging Him) Hm?

Sally: Seriously, thank you. Until we meet again. (Gives Shadow a Peck on the Cheek) Okay?

Shadow: (Taken A Bit Aback by Sally's Sudden Affections).....Right.

Sally: Good! (Finally Pulls Away From Shadow Before Going Back on her Bike) Enjoy the movie with your friends and family, say 'Hi' to Somic fpr me, and text me as soon as I get back home, got it?

Shadow: (Simply Nodded to Sally's Orders) Yeah. Have a good night, Sally.

Sally: (Start Back her Motorcycle Engine) You too, 'hon. Till next time~ (Winks at Shadow One Last Time Before Driving Off)

Shadow watches the princess leaving the entire mansion's entrance with his hand on his cheek. She kissed him. I mean, granted, he knows that it's a command thing for a princess to give this kind of affection to though they see in high regards, but.....It was also the kind of affection that was given to him by the women who are more close to him in his life, his sister, his mother, Maria (when she was still alive), and Rouge .

Sally has been his work associate for quite some time now and yet after today, he only now starting to realize how enjoyable her company has become. Is this truly a start to their friendship or.....will it become something a lot more than that. Before he could even think about any further, The Ultimate Lifeform decides to make his way inside the mansion-

????? Ohhhh Shadooooow~

......Only to be then greeted by his siblings, Sonic and Hat Kid, grinning widely at him, his parents, Mario and Peach, giving him the most excited, adorable looking smiles imaginable, and his partner in crime, Rouge Bat, standing front in line, smirking at him.

Rouge: We have so much to talk about tonight~

To Be Continued

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dujour13 · 1 year ago

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OC Kiss Week - day 5

A bittersweet epilogue, with Siavash as companion to my friend @spyridonya's Knight-Commander Kadira 💜

(PWOTR spoilers under the cut)

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

Siavash nods. Of course Kadira has him figured out. She spreads her wings for balance as she places her hooves cautiously on the sloping tiles and settles on the edge next to him, perched above the riot of celebration in the streets of Drezen, looking out over the rooftops and the hazy moonlit landscape beyond. “You won’t even stay for the Queen’s victory ball?”

“Not that I have anything against balls.” He says it deadpan but the light in his eye makes her laugh. “But I’ve lingered in Sarkoris long enough already.”

Sarkoris. The Worldwound’s been closed for three days and he’s already calling it that: the scarred wasteland that was once a verdant home for her people, and will be again when her work is done. Kadira appreciates that he shares her vision, but then since the day they first met he always seemed to believe in her, for no good reason she could see except his Desnan trust in the luck of the stars. There were times during the Crusade it seemed folly, and others when it gave her the one more reason to hold on she needed. She folds her hands in her lap and squeezes them tight to wring out the sadness. “You’ll be back to visit.”

“Sure. I have to come see what you do with the place.”

“I’ll miss you.”

He wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her close, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “It’ll be fine. You have people now.”

She does. Daeran and Lann of course, and all the others with whom her friendship was forged in the fires of the Abyss, but she still presses her tearful eyes into his shoulder at the realization that he’s always understood what ached most deeply in her heart.

Her life was stolen from her; her family driven from a land laid to waste to scrape out a living as refugees, and then she was separated from them too and locked away while they aged and died and moved on. Isolated except for demons and the cold, analytical gaze of the witch who had taken everything from her and gave her a gift she didn’t want in exchange. Her wings whisper restlessly. “And you? You always seem to have people, but do you really?”

He takes a sharp breath. She understands a number of things herself.

“Don’t worry about me. Hey, listen to this.”

He releases her and pulls his guitar into his lap and begins to play a simple melody. It’s very pretty, but she's fairly sure he’s deflecting. It is some time before the realization dawns that she knows this song.

No wonder she didn’t recognize it at first. He sings in Hallit but his Andoren accent is making a nasal wreck of the pronunciation, and she hasn’t heard this song since…

…her soft, dimpled child’s hand pressing a cookie cutter into buttery dough to make little stars, dusted with sugar like frost, that she and her cousins would arrange into Pulura’s constellations on the tray they set out for travelers.

A childhood so distant it doesn’t feel like it belongs to her anymore. They sang this rhyme as they worked, but only now does Kadira realize the song had always been about Areelu Vorlesh—the witch who drove a knife into the heart of Sarkoris, just as she did to Kadira. But now both are healing, though not without a reminder. The Sarkoris Scar.

She sings along and he tries to imitate her Hallit and they laugh, until they hear scuffling and glance over their shoulders to see Lann hop up onto the roof. He stoops to help haul up a vigorously swearing Daeran, who cradles a wine bottle in his free arm.

“We’re crashing your going away party,” Lann announces, helping stabilize Daeran so his fancy shoes don’t slip down the tiles and land him in the street below.

“How did you know?” Kadira only spotted Siavash because she was up on the Citadel tower.

A shadow peeks out from behind Lann. It’s Woljif, a pack slung over his shoulder. “Hey chief.”

“You’re going too?”

“Got some investin’ to do down south in Andoran.”

When he plops down next to her it’s her turn to press a kiss onto the other tiefling’s forehead. Kadira hugs him, hugs Siavash, and the wine bottle is passed around as she teaches them the words to a new refrain.

#ockiss24 #friends' ocs #kadira #siavash #pwotr pals #my writing

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slocumjoe · 2 years ago

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could i get your take on what the companions (or just my favorite boy X6's) top 10 fave candies/foods would be in a modern AU?

anon you are in luck, because I am constantly thinking about the diets and eating habits of my blorbos

The numbered list isn't in any particular order, it's just so I don't have to manually count each point

What the companions would eat if not in a post apocalypse

Cait; Wouldn't have a taste for fancier cuisine. Eats more...hick-ish. I can say that because I was a hick with this kind of diet, growing up. Has a taste for filling, cheap, low-effort food...think lots of fast food, but "healthier" fast food. Like Chipotle, Panera, etc. Can cook, doesn't often, but will if she has a craving. Savory or tart tastes. She tends to eat lighter than you'd expect.

Blueberry brownie anything, favors dark chocolate in general

Submarine sandwiches, anything with pickles

Key lime pie

Salt and vinegar chips and thinks critics of such chips are cowards

Peach Redbull, any energy drinks though

Storebought hummus and Doritos, has been seen eating hummus with just a spoon though

Blueberry bread pudding. Simple to make, fun to eat, very comforting. Buys her bread already stale from a local bakery, has a guy to hook her up with the old shit

Seafood chowder

Sausages in any capacity. Jerky sticks, breakfast sausage, etc. Loves chorizo.

Honey buns from the gas station

Curie; Health nut, she eats like every influencer claims they eat like. Only, Curie actually eats like that. Lots of fresh foods and whole grains, little red meat. However, Curie makes a point to have foods that other health nuts would condemn, thinks its really important to not label any food as "bad." So, she balances between health nut and normal person. Her taste leans toward bright and/or sweet. Dislikes red meat.

Salmon breakfast wraps

Tropical fruit smoothies, eats so much pineapple

Iced tea, favors raspberry. Never seen without an iced tea of some kind

Halibut tacos, likes red cabbage and a fuck ton of lemon on it. Soft shells all the way

Bananas foster

Whipped brie dip, eats it with anything but loves it on apples, basically dessert

Lemon pepper grilled chicken and rice

So many salads, loves that you can just throw shit in a bowl and call it a recipe. Likes strawberries and almonds

Lemon poppyseed muffins

Shrimp and bitter melon stir fry

Danse; mixed bag. One on hand, small town diner tastes. Simple, cheap, good ol' American food. On the other, he's doomed to be a soldier in every universe he's in, so...maybe he picks up some tastes and dishes from places he's toured. Gets a weird pallate that shoots in all directions and makes you wonder what it's like in that thick skull. One day he's a good American boy with pancakes and steak, the next he's eating cake mix dry and drinking tahini from a flask.

Anything BBQ, but a pulled pork devotee

Hot coffee so heavily creamed and sugars it looks like milk. He likes the twix combo of chocolate, shortbread, and caramel flavors

Prepackaged baked goods a la Hostess, fucks up little Debbie oatmeal cookies

Apple and pecan pie

Menemen—Turkish dish, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, bell peppers, spices to taste, and (controversially) onions. Adds sausage and cheese, eats it with a fork or spoon (its meant to be eaten with bread)

Khachapuri—Georgian cheesy bread with egg. Eats with a knife and fork. (its meant to be eaten with the bread crust)

Smores pop tarts

Beef and potato stew

Rice bowl with fried egg and avocado, bonus points if it has bacon

Straight cookie dough/brownie/cake batter, usually when he's black out drunk and cannot shame himself out of eating raw egg products.

Deacon; Very childhood comfort food. Y'know, things you had as a kid, but probably grew out of a bit? Eats out of gas stations/takeout frequently. Very open flavor pallete, has tried everything he's had the chance to. Likes one-handed food, stuff you can have the other hand free for. Doesn’t really have a 'theme', has broad horizons for his diet. Likes lighter, mild flavors, though. He eats lightly and on the go a lot.

Hot/corn dogs, taste in hot dog toppings varies

Egg salad sandwiches

French fries and vanilla ice cream, classic combo

Mango sticky rice

Cornbread with any accompaniments. Likes honey or chili, thinks if you have a drink with cornbread, you ain't a real cornhead

Penne alla vodka

Cucumber salad. This could mean a salad with cucumbers, that trending Asian recipe where you cut the cumber so its springy, or eating a cucumber like a hotdog.

Fried mushrooms

Usually just drinks water but will have gator/powerade when he's working. Likes purple flavor

Captain crunch cereal, loves all cereal though. Prefers the kibble stuff to the berries. Starts philosophical debates about the morality of Trix commercials vs Lucky Charms commercials

Gage; His favorite foods reflect his upbringing. Coastal swamp cuisine, cheap and made in bulk. Take Danse's pallate and hyperlocalize it, and then lower the budget by a good amount. Things he grew up eating. Would gradually replace his favorites with pricier, 'less embarrassing' dishes, distances himself from his origins. However, takes care to not looked too loaded. Smokey and savory flavors are his thing, likes more spice than people expect.

Doberge cake, which is layered with pudding, often half-chocolate and half-lemon

Red beans and rice, with stewed pork if they could afford it

Blackened fish of any kind, liked it with cilantro-lime rice

Steak with potatoes and/or eggs

Chronic iced tea drinker like Curie, though he prefers the bitter kinds

Scallops

Brussels sprouts defender and will fight for their honor

Peaches

Was introduced to curry during a business meeting/outing. Could drink that shit from a glass, has it with potatoes and porkchops.

Lobster anything. This is one of those 'less embarresing' things, but he genuinely enjoys a good lobster roll. Even if he prefers a freshly-caught lobster bisque. Again, something he had growing up, something he pushes away.

Hancock; Similar to Deacon, but favors fatty, greasy food. No, it's not the drugs, that's just his metabolism. He's a skinny twink, always starving, can never put on weight. Eats as much as Danse, who is a big guy and needs more calories than most. He's really into street food and foreign dishes, won't eat at a restaurant if they speak fluent English or have good customer service. IYKYK. Very comfort food heavy, lots of "this would slap with Netflix at 2 am"

A classic oxtail, mac and cheese, and collard green take out combo

Any and all American-chinese take out, usually gets eggplant tofu with chow mein and cream cheese rangoons

"Walking tacos", those things where you open a small bag of chips and dump White People taco makings in. Probably just tips the whole thing into his mouth

Yakitori, Japanese chicken skewers, popular bar food

Bloody Mary cocktails

Pizza, will fight for the honor of pineapple. Would really be into how Brazil does pizza

Frozen yogurt and ice cream, piles with toppings

Breakfast sandwiches or wraps. Egg, meat, cheese, doesn't matter the time nor specifics.

Jam donuts, loves cherry fillings

Puppy chow/muddy buddies, chex cereal covered in chocolate and powdered sugar. Eats his weight in them if not careful

MacCready; forces himself to learn how to cook for Duncan's sake, but for himself...good God. It's horrible. Eats like garbage. Would never drink water if not to set an example. Take out, frozen food, so much candy and soda. After Duncan, broadens his horizons. Finds he really likes soups. Just throw shit in a pot and it works. Eats on a budget, so that's a life-saver. Doesn't have a preferred flavor pallete, aside from his love of candy.

Meat lover's pizza. Thinks pineapple has no place on pizza

Used to drink Mountain Dew and diet coke, replaced it with iced teas and more organic fruit juices for the sake of his teeth

Chicken soup, either from a can, or homemade. Either way, slaps. If homemade, blends veggies for a hidden veggie stock. For him, Duncan is a lot better at eating veggies, MacCready needs to trick himself.

Sour rainbow ropes

Cookie crisp cereal, thinks whoever came up with it deserved the sloppiest head. Incredible design, no notes

Cheese and sour cream chips

Famous Amos cookies

Eggo waffles

Gnocchi is God to him. Its superior to all noodles and makes your Shit In The Fridge soup 1000 times better.

Rice pudding is cheap, easy, and a surprisingly efficient sweet-tooth satisfier. Makes it with pumpkin spice mix or chocolate.

Nick; Home-cooked meals all the way. Could kill himself with cheese and die happy. Lots of easy meals and snacking so he can keep working, but will treat himself to a nice, hard-earned dinner when he has the time and energy. Likes himself the smokey, the fresh, or the sour. Probably knows all the best sub shops in the city, probably in a turf war with regulars of rival shops. Jewish delicatessens are like church to him.

Lasanga. Most of his freezer space is lasagna. Eats so much of it. He's lactose intolerant. It hurts but it hurts so good

Latkes. Fried potato things, kind of like hashbrowns, except the potato is mashed/ground instead of grated. And yes. Also pastrami. But those little potato bitches...mmmph.

Red velvet muffins with cream cheese frosting.

Fried cheese in any capacity

A prosciutto, arugula, brie, and fig sandwich

Pickled pearl onions

Cobb salad

Black coffee. Temp doesn't matter, because he's going to forget it until its room temp.

Has been known to enter fugue states and consume an absurd amount of Chicago style hot dogs

Scones or just plain bread with butter and jams

Piper; Broke college student trying to make it as a reporter. Her tastebuds are fucked, they salivate not for flavor, or texture, but for those good, good low prices. Piper's diet is almost entirely snackfood or takeout. If she ever cooks, it's for Nat. But when taking care of just herself, Piper eats from a box or bag. When she does cook, it's very simple meals. Loves her carbs and her fruit flavors

Chicken Ramen with canned chicken and frozen broccoli chucked in. Also makes this for Nat

Hot cheetos, eats with chopsticks

Spaghetti and meatballs

Fruit smoothies/smoothie bowls, blends in veggies as well for the nutrition

Coka cola and anything from Fanta, loves fruit sodas

Anything carbs and I mean that. Eats a lot of bread, pasta, cakes, potatoes...they're the sweetheart of anyone on a budget.

Buffalo cauliflower, likes it more than Buffalo chicken

Chewing gum. Fruit flavors only, hates mint gum. Likes mint elsewhere, just not in gum.

Nickle-nips and other "jelly/juice in a wax package" candies. Likes the charm of it, also, free chewing wax

Suckers/lollipops, big on hard candy in general but the stick satisfies her smoking habit.

Preston; A mix of easy depression/bulk meals and dishes from his childhood. Lots of spices, cooks with a lot of straight peppers. Tends to eat his food 'raw', not made into a dish. Again, easy and quick to eat. Also tends to buy pre-prepared stuff for the same reason, buys more fruits and veggies and just eats them straight. Doesn't care about eating healthy, he just lacks energy to cook most days.

I have no choice to explain this as it has no name. Casserole dish, layer of mashed potatoes, layer of shredded or chunked chicken, layer of white breakfast gravy or brown poultry gravy, top with drop biscuits. It's buttery, its savory, it is white as snow. Easy, cheap, one ladlefull is dinner. You'll get a few meals out of it, and it's so filling you have like, five minutes before you're stuffed. I call it gut-glue.

Dirty rice

Eggs scrambled with spinach

Jollof/jambalaya

Veggies and hummus or ranch

Various fruits and berries such as grapes, cherries, blackberries, and oranges

Shakshouka, eggs poached in spicy tomato sauce and eaten with bread

Chicken biscuits, crackers dusted with, like, chicken bouillon? They taste like a chicken Ramen packet sneezed on a ritz

Slurpees/Icees/those syruped gas station ice drinks

Straight peppers, eats bell peppers like apples. Eats pickled jalapeños and scotch bonnets to feel something. Drinks the liquid in pickle jars instead of alcohol, or mixes it with gelatin and makes pickle jello.

X6-88; Pretensious rich asshole who eats like it. He rarely cooks for himself, probably has a personal chef or something. Maybe his work has their own restaurants, like Google. Eats mostly vegetables, but his favorite foods skew from "Dubai Influencer" to "12 year old who earned too much lawn mowing money and was let loose in a convenience store." So much sugar. Willy Wonka's factory is his idea of heaven and until it exists, he's an atheist.

Raw meats. Steak and tuna tartar, sashimi, and sushi

Braised duck with cherries

Nduja, a spicy pork sausage spread, has it with flatbreads

Oysters. Eats them all fancy in public, eats them from a tin with doritos at home

Anything from Hostess, Little Debbie, those brands. Fucking anything. However, would kill a man for any kind of Swiss roll

Chocolate milk

Gummies, very picky with brands, hates the harder kinds like Haribo. Wants his gummies soft as a marshmellow

Cadbury eggs

Milano dark chocolate cookies

Gushers

#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #nick valentine #piper wright #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #companions react #porter gage

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butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway · 3 months ago

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I'm feeling exhausted and fragile today so I'm going to make a vegan wild rice soup with some flaxseed crackers, and since I feel the need to yell into the void, yall are getting a recipe about it.

Flaxseed Crackers (vegetarian, gluten-free, dairy-free, vegan)

Ingredients:

¼ Ground flaxseed meal

1-2 tablespoons Cracked peppercorn oil (cracked peppercorns that have been kept in olive oil for at least 24hrs)

1 cup Whole flax and sesame (or preferred/available) seeds

Aqua faba from 2 cans (liquid from canned chickpeas)

Sundried tomatos, minced/blended

Herbs and spices to taste (in my case, salt, toasted cumin seed, caraway seed, dill seed, fresh rosemary, a dried allium mix, and baby pigweed leaves)

Recipe:

Good news, this is the least labor intensive recipe you'll ever make as long as you have some kind of blender (even those shitty little 1serving smoothie blenders) and any convection oven (counter or whole appliance), but you could probably pull it off on a hotplate and pan if needed.

Preheat a convection oven to 350°F (if using a toaster oven, set to medium-high, if cooking in a pan, use 300°F or medium or 4-5 on the dial)

Crack open your canned chickpeas (if you don't have a Thing you're doing with them, you can just dump it in chickpeas and all, but I'm also making soup) and pour the liquid into your blender. Add no more than a cup of sundried tomatoes (i get them in 1lb vavuum sealed plastic bags and just gradually use em up lmao, but if you grow or have tomatoes you can make your own, or substitute with tomato paste and a little veggie bouillon - this is esp useful if you lack a blender), and blend until chopped or paste as you prefer.

In a container, mix the blended ingredients with your peppercorn oil, flaxseed meal, and whole seeds into a fun and gross lump of seed paste. Smash that bad boy onto a solid, flat surface (things like wax paper or tinfoil are a big help, but you can also use ziplock bags to smash out your cracker forms by putting a small amount inside, sealing without any air, and smoothing into a flat layer) and roll/smoosh it out.

Go ahead and lay your seed paste sheet on it's baking surface (tinfoil in a toaster, oven rack/cookie sheet, whatever) and cook for 15-20 min or until you can crack em apart real snappy like. Check on them at the 10 and 15min mark to confirm your cook time time.

Once cooked, let them cool, and then have fun shattering and crunching your sheets up into wretched little crackers.

If you're me, dump them into soup or hummus or something else savory

Creamy wild rice soup (vegetarian, vegan, dairy-free, gluten free)

Ingredients:

3 cups Chickpeas (2 cans)

2 tablespoons Tahini sauce

½ cup cracked peppercorn oil x2

¼ cup veggie bouillon

2 large onions (I use yellow and red, but it's up to you)

1 whole bulb of garlic (peeled/depapered)

2 cups garden greens (in my case, young pigweed leaves, beet leaves, parsley, and turnip greens, but you can use and leafy green you like)

1 cup wild rice

1 cup of your preferred soft bean (I like white beans like navy or cranberry, but I've had good luck with large pink beans in the past too)

Herbs and spices to taste (I'll be using fennel seed, cumin seed, caraway seed, cardamom, chili flakes, nasturtium seed, and sesame seeds)

8-10 cups boiling water

Recipe

This is a great one pot soup if you have a blender, and fairly low intensity, but you'll need a decent blender to get it creamy. The good news is that the unblended non-crey version is still delicious! So if you don't want to (or can't) worry about using a blender, you don't have to! That makes it useful for cooking up all in one big bowl in the microwave, all in one large pot on the stovetop/hotplate, or in a large oven safe crockpot, whichever works best for you.

Peel and quarter your onions, and peel your garlic cloves, then toss them all along with your spices (save any dried or fresh herbs for the next stage) into the cooking container with ½ cup oil x1. I'll be making mine in an oven safe crock, so see alterations/substitutions below.

Preheat your oven to 350°F, and let your oil, allium, and spice mix (covered) heat to temp along with the oven, then roast for 5-10min or until aromatic before removing your crockpot and keeping the oven at temp.

Add your chickpeas, bouillon, your other half cup of oil, water, beans, no less than ½ tablespoon salt, tahini, and greens/herbs to the crock at this point. If you plan to make creamy soup, DO NOT ADD the wild rice now. If you aren't worrying about that, go right ahead and add the rice now so you'll have less cook time. Return to the oven and let roast uncovered for 90-120 minutes.

If you're not worrying about that, congratulations! Your soup is just done now.

If you are making creamy soup, remove when beans are tender, blend until smooth (add more oil as necessary for consistency), and then add the wild rice and return to the oven for another 45-60min. Then your soup is done!

Go forth and consume lots of nutrition in a package that doesn't suck.

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ray935sworld · 1 month ago

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Actually, you're going to bite me, 👻 but I wanted to start taking notes from the beginning, but then I looked at the chapter size and thought it would be too much. Well. IT COULD HAVE BEEN EVEN BIGGER, JUST TO LET YOU KNOW. To be honest, I read it with great pleasure, but it turned out to be very difficult to take notes (I was already tired), so there's a lot missing. And I'll do it next time.

I'm so glad you liked it and I didn't make a fool of myself (I hope).

As long as I remember, well "..raising a son that's just as chaotic as themselves. " Absolutely, he's like the perfect synergy of their relationship, I'm surprised because it hadn't occurred to me before how suitable he was for them. So, it's perfect.

I'm so glad that Marc and David have support, it's getting at least a little warmer in this horror. It makes me so happy. I'm already waiting for the chapter from David's POV, their relationship with Pedro is probably very sweet, although obviously dangerous for peace of mind for everyone else.

I've often said this for fun, but I really want to see it. How Vale will get through this, how he will try to redeem himself, how difficult it will be. "every version of his personal hell in every possible aspect" - just let me see it. I'll be waiting a very long time, but IT DOESN'T MATTER. I'm ready for everything.

"I can't wait to write it and to see your reaction (if you want to oc, no pressure)" - you're asking me to yap, God, OF COURSE I'll die happy if I can do it.

It may seem that I wrote this answer seriously, but that's not the case. I squeaked and giggled for about half an hour. I'm so glad you liked it. THANK YOU FOR SUCH A HIGH RATING, IT'S SO NICE.

A thousand kisses to you and your writing 💖 and giving you a big hug) 💖🥳.

PS, I wish you good exams, just in case, otherwise I won't have anyone to talk to. GOOD LUCK TO YOU!!!

I'm NOT biting you. Nipping lovingly yes, but no biting.

Okay so about tbe too big ask thing - I'm pretty sure that's a contradiction in term. That's like saying "OH I have too much money or too much cookies" THERE IS NO ASK/ PARAGRAPH TOO BIG! REALLY! SENT IT. I WILL READ IT. I will answer it. I will tell you everything I was thinking and maybe more. I will yapp with you. (really I sent WAAAAAAAY too long DMs when yapping about stuff so I feel you. I understand. It's a love language atp) I might need some time to answer BUT I WILL DO IT. Unless if course your tired or not feeling well or stresses, then pls take your time and only write what you can and want.

No worries you can't make a foul out of yourself. Really. I really appreciate your efforts and you taking your time and everything. That's really sweet and dear to me.

Yeah, you know this saying with "It takes a village to raise a kid"? That's what I'm trying to pull in the story. Especially with the motogo content. Like Marc gets support by his team, especially Santi, he gets help from Pedrenzo, Luca (and Franky he's gonna make his apprearence in the next chapter probably) and of course his family and that's how he can continue riding.

Oh I totally get what you mean. J have been wanting to wrize the proper reconsilation part especially twisted in the family situation like with Marc's parents having to deal with Vale back. Or more Vale having to deal with the evident and justified hate and mistrust that he caused. Like that man needs to face the consequences of his own actions.

YES OMG OF COURSE I WANT YOU TO YAPP! LIKE - literally when I published the spn chapter I was like "OH I hope 👻 sees it. Maybe they'll reach out again :)" Like literally I AM HOPING you tell me about it!!! And ooooh the prospects of more thoughts AAAAAAH! I am so excited!!!!

Again all thousand kisses and hugs and thank yous and love right back at you, you're so sweet 💕💕💖💖💖

Thanks, I really need all tbe luck I can get for my exams, I still have some time they are only in february but it's A LOT to know by heart. And feel free to reach out to talk any time, what ever comes to your mind <3

#👻#👻 anon

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2-lines-and-a-circle · 2 years ago

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A Host Club Valentines feat. Twst characters Vil’s Route

So you chose Vil, the “Princely type” beware!

Back to prologue

After getting seated and picking your host for the day, you were shocked to find out that this was what your dorm leader did in his free time. Looking him up and down in his host outfit you felt the sudden urge to take a photo of him in his attire.

You: *pulls phone out* I must preserve this forever… Vil: If you want a photo of me, let’s take one together.

Pushing your shoulders closer together Vil crept into the picture frame and quickly took a picture of the two of you. Lifting your chin with the tips of his fingers Vil looked directly into your eyes to question your presence here.

Vil: Tell me what brings you here to the host club _____? You: Um… I just wanted a quiet place to study. I thought no one came here? I’m not that sure why I stayed to be honest. What is this place anyway? Vil: I could tell you that, but that wouldn’t be all the rage now would it, Darling? You: Darling? Oh god who are you and what have you done with Vil!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jade: That’s Vil alright. There’s nothing to worry about. *scribbles in notebook* Unless, you’re willing to make a deal to know the truth? *Grins widely* You: I’ll pass. Vil: Darling, don’t you let your eyes wander from me. Didn’t you request me and not Jade?

Taking a sip of his tea, Vil picked up a cookie and pushed it into your mouth, almost as if to keep you quiet. Then, looking in Jade’s direction he said in a low voice,

Vil: Also, Jade don’t go giving this Princess any ideas about the real reason behind this operation. *whispers to Jade* You: Hmm, did you say something Vil? Vil: I’ll give you all of my attention for the next 10 minutes princess, I’m all yours. You: I can’t tell if you’re supposed to be the princely type or if you’re trying hard to keep me distracted. Vil: *sigh* Princess, I’m a queen not a prince.

You: There’s the Vil I know and love! So, the truth is?

Turns out the Headmaster had arranged this as a special service for Valentines Day. All those who were gathered here had been drawn with the luck of a hat. Not a single member would be allowed to skip out of their duties. Vil was given the princely type, but he strayed a little far from that. Still, there was a hidden motive behind this.

Once his activities finished Vil was supposed to head back to the dorm like normal and he requested you pretend nothing had happened. Everything truly felt like a fever dream.

#twst #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #dorm leader #pomefiore #ouran high school host club #NRC #valentines #queen #prince #fever dream #fluff #romance #host club #vil x fem reader #fem reader #jade leech #headmaster

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chocoenvy · 3 years ago

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Can we have more random twins au hcs 👉👈 I just think it's neat^^

im a tad bit obsessed with the twin au so ofc you can have some :))

This focuses more on their past than their future because im going to explore their future more in-depth with the series :)))

warnings: none :D

Random Twin au Headcannons!

(Y/n and T/n (twin's name))

(y/n) bullies children online

shows off their top-tier builds whenever they do their profile.

But they let (t/n) do the cards.

Usually t/n will show off friendship cards. Their profile card is usually their newest card or a really pretty one that they like.

t/n loves every character to death. They know most if not all of their backstories.

but some of t/n's favorites is Diluc, Succrose, and Kokomi...

They wanted Kokomi really bad but meta slave y/n did not want negative crit rate

They fought over it, y/n said they should get yoimiya or raiden shogun

but t/n said they'd farm for her and save up all of their primos

deadass, they almost cried and that struck y/n a lot deeper than they thought it would

So they caved and let t/n pull for Kokomi and T/n ended up getting her c1 (because kokomi just hated seeing their god cry at the thought of not getting her)

"Pretty fish girl<3 Thank you y/n!!!!" They were so happy when Kokomi came home that y/n really couldn't complain.

y/n is a toxic gamer, plays fps games and all that stuff, but they really cannot handle when t/n cries

because while t/n may be a bit on the softer side, they always cry for a reason.

Same can be said when t/n sees that y/n is upset.

If y/n is upset or crying t/n knows it's serious and starts to panic.

but when y/n smiles or laughs, genuinely burst out into joyful laughs, it makes t/n's day so much brighter.

If y/n is happy then t/n is happy, if y/n is upset, t/n is upset

same goes for y/n. Their twin is like an extension of their emotions.

t/n has mega cottage-core vibes

t/n listens to all of the fan songs and stuff and forces y/n to listen to it

y/n tries their best to ignore it but they find themselves humming the songs to which t/n is so happy.

y/n's favorite characters are Albedo Klee and Beidou. But they only really use meta characters like Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, Bennett, built sucrose just for the one-shot Childe build.

"MONA COME HOME SO I CAN ONE-SHOT THIS STUPID FLOWER!" -y/n

Y/n: "Okay, t/n, can i crown childe?"

T/n: "If you crown childe im crowning my wife."

y/n: "KOKO-?! Ahem... please, don't crown kokomi, she doesn't need it."

T/n: "Childe doesn't need to be crowned, he already does plenty dmg."

y/n: "But he can do more, we don't need more healing. You can crown Diluc if you want or succrose?"

T/n: "No, listen, if you're going to crown your character, I'm going to crown mine okay?"

They probably discused this for about an hour before the meta slave caved in and now they have a cracked Tartaglia and negative crit rate.

General vibe for these two is Devil Town by Cavetown

Y/n: *looking like a madman in front of a whiteboard explaining the perfect artifacts they'll need to maximize their damage, team comps, weapons, the stats and effects of all of them. Synergy, bunch of equations*

t/n: *eating primogem-shaped cookies (That they and y/n baked) while leveling Amber because "she's pretty and we're not using the amos bow for anyone :D"

Y/n: "THE AMOS BOW IS FOR THE NEXT GANYU RERUN-"

Y/n: "The weapon banner is shit but goddamnit I need this tartaglia bow please mihoyo gods give my boy his food."

Y/n: *gets r1*

Mega weapon luck because they min-max the shit outta everything

While t/n has mega character banner luck. If they're praying for Kokomi to come home you know damn well Kokomi is coming home.

But they both have shit permanant banner luck.

they go to pity everytime on there :(

Y/n has skateboarder vibes im just saying- free-runner/parkour vibes im just-

t/n has sketcher/painter vibes, they have dancer vibes-

T/n playing piano and y/n playing bass/electric guitar because i said so-

T/n forcing y/n to dance with them

Y/n forcing t/n to skate

They both love getting on the roof of their house (back when they were at home) they loved the wind and the noise of the cars. They definetely love getting on the roofs of houses in Mondstat.

#sagau #genshin cult au #genshin twin au #genshin self aware #i love my twins #they're my children #cult genshin au

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paradoxolotl · 4 years ago

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CONCEPT: Neil and Andrew vs ULTIMATE KAREN

“Hey, Neil?” Robin stood in the doorway, hands shoved in the pockets of her black apron. She was chewing on her lip ring, a sure sign of her fraying control. “I gotta lady out here who would like to-“ her hands came out to make exaggerated air quotes- “‘speak to whoever runs this poor excuse of a store’.”

Dropping the pad he had been noting inventory with, Neil straightened, his back cracking as he went. “Andrew still out with Renee?”

“Mmm hmm,” Robin hummed, picking at her chipping polish.

Sighing, Neil ran a hand through his hair. “How do I look?”

Robins’s smile was a wicked thing. “Deplorable.”

“Perfect.”

Stepping out into the front of the coffee shop, Neil spotted the problem immediately. Entitlement dripped out of every one of her pores, from her pinched brows to her hand splayed over the counter. Her eyes narrowed in on Neil and Robin immediately, her chin jutting out in a false display of superiority.

Neil thought Allison could chew this woman up and spit her out without remorse.

“Are you the manager?” She asked, skepticism thick on her tongue and nail clicking against the concrete counter.

Neil didn’t bother to correct her, straightening a few displays as he made his way over. She scoffed, muttering under her breath about terrible service. There was only one other couple in the shop, a pair of regulars that Andrew had traded recipes with in the past. When the woman’s arms crossed over her chest, a frown pulling at her mouth, Neil finally dusted his hands off on his pants and stepped toward her.

“What’s the problem?”

“The problem,” she snarled, pointing a finger at Robin, “is that that girl is trying to rob me!”

“And how, exactly, is she doing that?”

“She’s refusing to give me my discount! I bought a coffee, so I get a free dessert!”

Rolling his eyes internally, Neil leaned back, resting against the counter. “That was a limited time promotion. It ended yesterday.” He spied the packed slice of cake sitting by the till. “Besides, it was only for our cookies.”

She glared at him, clearly unhappy. “I was here yesterday and got a free cake. And no one told me it was for a limited time.”

Neil knew she didn’t get a free cake yesterday. They had run out of cake before noon after a group of college students had cleared them out. He ignored this though; he had inventory to finish and he had plans for tonight he didn’t want to delay. “It was posted on the sign.”

She waved him off. “Whatever. Just give me my free cookie then.”

“They’re two fifty before tax.”

“I’m not paying that!”

Neil shrugged, “Fine. Then you don’t get the cookie.”

“Is this how you treat your customers?” She all but yelled. “I have never seen someone so disrespectful!”

“I haven’t even started being disrespectful yet,” Neil said stepping forward to lean over the counter and into her space. “Not that I could even manage that with you. Hard to be disrespectful to someone who garners zero respect. What is it? You feel powerless in your life so you take it out on workers who dare tell you that you’re mistaken? Do you wake up every day to a family who barely tolerates you, suffers under your bullshit, knowing that every time you open your mouth you drive them a little further away? Do you feel so stifled in your own pathetic mundanity that you lash out, hoping to feel in control of your life again? Even when it’s a hollow lie?”

The woman stared at him, mouth agape. For a blessed moment, Neil thought she would storm out and that would be the end of it. Then her jaw clenched, her nose turned up, and Neil knew she was going to double down.

“I demanded an apology! I know the owner personally and will have you fired! People like you should know your place! The customer is always right!”

It was in the middle of her screaming, face turning red, that the little bell over the door chimed. Neil flicked his gaze over to meet hard hazel staring back.

“Give me the number to your corporate office right now! I want your employee number and your name!”

Pushing off the counter, Neil watched as Andrew stalked around to join him, all but slamming the gate closed. The woman jumped at the noise, her eyes narrowing at Andrew’s heavy footsteps.

“I can’t leave you alone for five minutes,” Andrew said, staring at Neil.

“Are you the manager?” The woman snapped.

They ignored her. “She says she knows the owner,” Neil said, slipping into Russian. “Very scary stuff. Promised she’d have me fired.”

“Maybe I should listen to her,” Andrew said. “I could finally get rid of you.”

Neil laughed. “I own fifty percent of this place. Good luck with that.”

“Excuse me,” the woman hissed, “it is incredibly offensive to speak another language when dealing with a customer! You are in America. Speak English.”

“I find your very presence incredibly offensive,” Andrew said. “Leave.”

“I have never been treated like this! You should be ashamed of yourselves! I am a customer!”

“You’re an irritant fly. Buzzing around until someone smacks you dead,” Andrew said.

“Oh no,” Neil drawled, cutting off the next round of bullshit about to fall from her mouth. “You’ve done it. Now she’ll demand you be fired too.”

“Who the fuck is going to fire me? Myself?” Andrew said.

She blinked rapidly, a flush spreading across her cheeks. Neil gasped, placing a hand over his heart. “But ma’am,” he said, “I thought you knew the owner personally! Surely you didn’t lie to me?”

“How immoral,” Andrew tsked.

“I- this is extremely unprofessional!” She said, eyes flicked between them.

“So is pulling a knife on you, and yet you seem eager for that to happen.”

“Did you just threaten me?” she asked, eyes wide.

“No. Neil, did you hear me threaten her?” Andrew said, fingers dancing along the back counter.

“No. Robin?”

“Didn’t hear a word, boss.”

“How odd,” Andrew said, fingering the handle of a slim knife they used to slice the pies. “You should go and get your hearing checked, otherwise why would you still be here? Buzzing. Waiting to be smacked dead.”

She swallowed, taking a step back. “I’m never coming here again! I’ll be sure to tell everyone I know to take their business elsewhere!”

“You forgot your cookie!” Neil called at her retreating figure, but she was already out the door.

Andrew let out a bone deep sigh. “All of that over a two dollar cookie?”

“Two fifty before tax,” Neil corrected, earning a rag thrown at his face.

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the kings men #the raven king #andrew minyard #neil josten #robin cross #andreil

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shurisneakers · 4 years ago

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if you're taking ideas for harmless drabbles, i'd love to see one of bucky on one of those dates he mentioned and reader's shenanigans. if you aren't, feel free to ignore this!

a/n: are we really going to let a word limit define what a drabble is? is the vibe and spirit not enough? i say this bc this is 5.7k words long im so sorry. also hey thank you to everyone who piped in with their knowledge of violent geese and how apartment security works in new york!! also thanks to my bby @spiderrpcrker for reading this and telling me to publish this bc i wasnt going to fkjghfkj

warning: swearing, bad luck, dates, frustrated bucky, anxiety, mentions of gore but like only a sentence

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Catch up with the rest of the series here: Harmless Masterlist

Bucky returns only two weeks later. His mission lasted longer than expected and all he wants is to lie down and sleep for forty eight hours straight.

“FRIDAY?” he mumbles, kicking off his shoes. His jacket had already been discarded by his bedroom door when he walked in.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?”

“How are ya?” He doesn’t miss a beat in asking, even though he’s exhausted.

“As good as ever. Did you have a successful mission?”

“If by successful you mean one sprained limb instead of two, then yeah.” He wasn’t really cribbing. His ankle was already starting to heal anyway and it was worth the roundhouse kick to a Nazi's face. “Do I have anything scheduled for this weekend?”

“You have a meeting on your calendar scheduled for this Saturday.”

“Could you send a text to Y/N and ask if we can push it to the next day?” His muscles feel sore and God, he could definitely use a hot shower but all of that becomes secondary the minute he feels the sheets under him.

“Would you like me to reschedule the other one as well?”

“What’s that?” He opens one eye in confusion. “There’s another one?”

“It’s on Sunday. You’ve labelled it ‘date’.”

Ah, fuck.

“Would you like me to change it?” FRIDAY never sounds like she’s judging him, which is nice. It also reminds him about how she, as an AI, can’t judge him, which is a rude wake-up call to how he doesn’t have friends.

“No,” his voice is muffled against the pillow, “no, let it be. Where is it again?”

“You’ve only specified diner, Sergeant Barnes.”

Public space, daytime, plenty of escape routes. Good on his less delirious self for selecting a diner.

“Thanks, FRIDAY.” Now that he’s a little more relaxed, he can feel himself slip in and out of consciousness.

“One last thing," her automated voice commands his attention again. "Y/N replied. She says sure and to take care.”

“Yay.” Not even a second later he’s out like a light.

____

“Did you bring me any souvenirs?” Is the first thing he hears as he marches into your lair.

“What could I possibly get you?”

“A postcard, a t-shirt.” You don’t look up from your tinkering.

“Decapitated finger, used bullets,” he continues, “cement blocks.”

“Ew.” You snap the lid shut on the thing you’re working on, spinning around on your chair. "That's not nearly romantic enough."

“That’s all you’re going to get from a Russian underground bunker.” He does a mini jog up the stairs of the platform to where you are.

“Does the finger have a ring at lea- oh hello?” You raise an eyebrow at the sight of him. “You look different.”

He peers down. The outfit was still all black. As always.

“Not your clothes, dummy,” you interrupt, making him look back at you. “Your face. What’d you do?”

He unconsciously raises a hand to his cheek.

“Did you wash your face? Is that it?” you squint at him. “Has it been a few months since the last time?”

“Wow, you’re so funny,” he drawls sarcastically. “Top tier comedian right there.”

“No wait, it’s the beard.” You snap your fingers in realisation, completely ignoring his comment. “You trimmed it.”

“So what if I did?” He leans on your table.

“You going somewhere?” you ask, elastic snapping against your hands as you remove your gloves.

“It’s none of your busi-”

“Hold on a second.” A sly smile begins to make its way onto your face. “Are you going on a date, Bucky Barnes?”

His comeback dies down in his throat. That didn’t take you very long for you to figure out.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” You look smug, to say the least.

“Shut up.” A ray of light glistening distracts him. He traces it to the thing you were working on earlier.

“Where are you guys going?” You cross your arm across your chest, a small smirk on your face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” It’s a silver box, engraved intricately with swirls that, when he observes carefully, looks like a skull. Wow, terrifying.

“I’m literally asking you.”

“What are those?” He shifts the conversation towards a more productive angle instead.

“Evil in a box and some other stuff.” You shrug offhandedly. “Is it a lunch date or just coffee?”

“Like Pandora’s Box?”

“A discount version, sure,” you confirmed impatiently. “Stop changing the topic, listen to me.”

He tilts his head, waiting for you to continue.

“Do you need a chaperone?” The sincerity in your voice for such a bullshit question has him scoffing.

“Good God- no, I do not need a chaperone. I’m 106 years old, I can go out unsupervised.” He reaches over and plucks the box off your table.

“Sir, you’re a geriatric."

“What are those?” He points to a few ray odd ray guns.

“Minor stuff you don’t have to worry about right now.”

He shakes the box in his hand. “What’s gonna happen if I open this?”

“Very bad things,” you whispered ominously before your volume returns to normal. “How’d you meet this person? Online?”

“She’s Natasha’s friend.” He turns the box over, seeing a small latch at the side. “What bad things?”

“Bad luck and misery. Don’t play with it, it’s dangerous.” You pull the box away from him. “Aw, is it a blind date?”

“Why do you care so much?” he shoots back, tugging the box back towards him.

“Just lookin’ out for you, Bucko,” you huff, adjusting your grip on your device. “Need to keep my favourite senior citizen safe.”

“I have a vibranium arm.” Whose force he could use to grab the box once and for all, but wasn’t. “I think I’ll be fine.”

“What if she has one too, huh? Then what?”

“She doesn’t.” As far as he knows, he’s the only one alive with a metal appendage made out of the strongest metal in the world. That could very well change by tomorrow but he's keeping the title for now.

“But what if she does? I swear to- stop trying to take the box!” You pull a little more forcefully, but he doesn’t relent.

“I want this to get over before this evening.”

“What time’s your date?”

“Why do you care?” He’s sure anyone who saw the dumb tug-of-war you both were playing would just automatically assume he was an absolute manchild, not an Avenger.

“Because.” You don’t explain further. “Tell me what time your date is, you weirdo.”

“Five o’clock, now let go.”

“Fine,” you say, suddenly loosening your grip. Clearly, it doesn't make much of a difference since he isn't struggling to keep his balance from the sudden loss of force.

“Fine.” He clears his throat, straightening up.

You don’t say anything. He doesn’t either.

A putrid smell creeps into his nose, one all too similar to spoiled milk and decaying seaweed. He has to physically stop himself from gagging.

“Have a good day.” You smile and lean far back. Too far. It looks like you're almost going to fall out of the chair.

Through the tears that are threatening to line his eyelids, he looks down at the box whose latch you somehow managed to lift, leaving the box open.

“What the fuck is this?” He coughs, swatting at the air in front of him to clear it.

“I told you; bad luck in a box.”

“You can’t scientifically create bad luck, that’s bullshit.” He tosses the box back onto your table. You watch it slide past you, not making any effort to stop it. “What is it really?”

“I’m not lying.” You pull open a drawer, brandishing a small table fan that you set down beside you. “If you open it, you’re going to have terrible luck for the day.”

He glowers at you when you turn the fan on, forcing the fumes back towards him.

“Besides, that’s all I was doing today.” You kick your feet up. “So you can leave now.”

He doesn’t care if you’re lying about not having anything else to do today. You could burn down the world if you wanted to but he needs to take a stupid shower. Again.

“You’re the fuckin’ worst.” He tries airing out his shirt, hoping that the smell would dissipate as soon as possible.

“Have fun on your date, sarge!” you encourage him as he stalks out of the lair. “Remember to wrap it befo-”

He turns it into a sprint before you can finish.

____

Six hours later and he’s absolutely convinced he fucked up.

He isn’t used to having his weekends free.

He realises that this is the first time in months that he’s actually stepped out of the Tower for something that wasn’t directly mission-related. He should probably get some air. Touch some grass. See the sun.

His shirt thankfully manages to rid itself of the odour from the dumb box so he didn’t have to go take a shower. With nothing much planned and a few hours to spare, he heads to the coffee shop instead.

It’s a small place, bustling and alive with a crowd of people. They have a little bookshelf that usually is full of books donated by patrons, free for anyone to read.

The barista smiles at him. The coffee costs more than his high school education. He awkwardly smiles back.

He’s not a regular, but they’ve seen him enough times to know that he usually asks for black coffee in a to-go cup, later adding a sugar or two according to his own taste. They're nice to him, occasionally throwing in a cookie or something on the house. He can't tell if it's because of the Avenger status or the sizeable tip he leaves.

He picks up a random book from the shelf, fully intending not to read it but to just sit there and think. The book acted as a shield for his resting bitch face, resting murder face and his resting rage face. More often than not, a good combination of the three.

He sets the coffee down at the corner table he manages to nab in a quick second, along with the two sachets of sugar.

“Is this seat taken?” Someone asks from beside him. He earnestly shakes his head in a ‘no’, gesturing for them to take it.

They give him a quick thanks and drag the chair away from his table.

He does a quick overlook of the book he picked up.

The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot.

Well, now he’s too anxious to put it back. YA fiction it is.

He reaches for the sugar while glossing over the summary. He reaches a little further when it doesn’t come to his hand immediately, blindly running his fingers across the table.

Bucky peeks over the book, eyebrows knitting together when he notices that they’re missing.

He was sure he picked it up.

He looks underneath the table. It wasn’t there, neither under his seat. Strange, but okay. He picks up the book and the cup, walking back to the station to grab two sugars.

This time he makes sure to tuck it into his pocket, double-checking before going back to his table.

Which was now occupied. He wanted to groan.

His mind automatically reverts back to the box from that morning.

“Come on,” he scoffs quietly to himself. It was a coincidence. “Get yourself together.”

“A seat at the counter just cleared up,” the barista from earlier offers when she sees him standing in the middle of the store.

See? Good luck.

He shoots her a grateful look, venturing over to the barstool to take his place. It’s not the most comfortable, but then again, he wasn’t planning to stay there for very long.

He empties the sugar into the coffee, stirring slowly before opening a random page in the book.

He takes a long sip, ignoring how hot the drink was.

He chokes immediately. Because either he was losing his mind or his order had somehow got switched from ‘no sugar’ to ‘diabetes in a cup’.

He takes another small sip and his face immediately twists in disgust. Definitely too sweet. The sweetener he added only made it worse.

He catches the eye of the barista. She looks on in concern.

“Is everything okay?”

Fuck.

He’s not one to make a scene. He just wants to live as imperceptibly as he could.

“Yep.” The sweetness sticks to the back of his throat. “All good.”

He just closes his eyes and downs the rest of it without thinking twice, trying to hide the grimace in his face. He gives her a weak thumbs up. She doesn't look convinced.

He leaves the shop soon after, hands shoved in his pocket. Maybe he could go sit by the lake at Central Park, watch the clouds. It reminded Bucky of the lake in front of his hut in Wakanda and the hours he'd sit in front of it, feet dipped into the water as his goats fed. He misses it.

He makes a sharp turn at a corner, still thinking about his options when his ankle abruptly twists under him.

He stumbles rather ungracefully, almost hitting the ground, but manages to save himself through the newly built up immunity he has towards falling thanks to all his encounters with you.

His gaze lands on his hardcore combat boots. Their laces had come undone.

Now he just knew that was horseshit. He always double knots them; they had never loosened in the past before.

The box.

He shoves the thought out of his head, crouching down to tie them again. He tugs on them to make sure they’re secure before standing up again.

Central Park is a few blocks away but he’s glad he didn’t bring his bike. The weather was rather nice and the wind in his hair felt good.

He wanders around the park for a while, looking for the lake. He pauses at a board with a map of the park on it, assessing how far it was.

Once he's ascertained which path to go towards, he turns on his heel to go.

He fucking trips again.

“Are you serious?” he says furiously under his breath. “Cut it out.”

He’s half-convinced that he should tie it around his ankle like a sexy lace-up set of heels. He ties a triple knot this time, glares at it until he’s sure it’s fine and checks to see if anyone saw him humiliate himself.

Only a person on a nearby bench who looked like they were passed out drunk, given that their hoodie and sunglasses clad self was slumped over.

No witnesses. No 'You won't BELIEVE what the Winter Soldier did! Critics say it's his biggest blunder yet!' articles the next day on social media.

He manages to make it to the lake in one piece and no more falls, partly because he keeps his eyes fixed on his shoes to ensure no fuckery occurs.

There are a few people rowing and plenty of others lining the bank at scattered locations. There’s a mom and her kid at the place he ends up. She sends him a small smile in greeting and he returns the favour.

There’s a secluded bench that he takes a place on, letting out a small sigh. If he ignores the traffic and the skateboarders and the people in general, it’s actually kind of peaceful.

There are geese and their little goslings swimming around the water close to the shore. Maybe he should have brought some birdseed. Or kale.

The kid beside him is busy fashioning something out of leaves, only occasionally erupting into giggles when it doesn't pan out. His mom watches him fondly, pointing at twigs he could use. Everything seems kind of picture-perfect and his body automatically relaxes, easing further into the seat and closing his eyes for a second.

Until there's a large splash and loud distressed honking. He whips his head around to find the same kid staring straight ahead at the goose with a wide grin. His mother curses quietly, picking herself up off the ground and grabbing his hand, half chastising him for throwing something at an animal and half urging him to walk faster.

The goose turns to Bucky. With no one else to blame for the sudden attack, it logically launches itself at him. His smile drops.

He gets up in a rush. The dumb bird nearly comes for his head, but he deflects with his metal arm.

“I didn’t even do anything.” He swats at it swiftly, trying not to cause any real damage. The goose, understandably, does not speak English.

He flinches when one of them bites at his knee. He can punt it to the sun but he doesn’t want to.

“Stop that.” He sticks his hand out to shove the stupid thing away, retreating back to the road. “Jesus, why are you so aggressive?”

Among the barrage of feathers showering on him, he prays his damn shoelace doesn’t unravel as he shields his head with one arm, the other fending himself while he moves hurriedly away.

The goose honks angrily at him. He scowls at it, not exactly pleased with the reminder that these fucking overgrown ducks were constantly bloodthirsty.

It doesn’t leave him alone till he’s significantly away from where he was sitting. He wants to call it profanity but that’d probably piss it off more.

The box and its effects were definitely starting to feel real.

Fuck it, no more day out for him. The best plan he can think of is to just go to the diner he’s supposed to meet his date at.

The waiter greets him with a courteous nod, which Bucky can only imagine was the best he could muster when a dishevelled 200-pound man walks in covered in goose feathers and irritation.

He won't admit that he’s too scared to eat lunch at this point because he can’t rule out food poisoning. He spends the next two hours on his phone playing Fruit Ninja and plucking feathers that accented his all-black outfit.

Several glasses of water later and a second before he’s about to beat his high score, someone taps on his shoulder, breaking him out of his concentration.

Motherfu-

He clenches his eye shut, inhaling deeply before turning around.

“James?”

“Hey, yeah, that’s me.” Bucky almost falls over the table with how fast he stands up, clearly underestimating his size. “Leah?”

“Hi.” She smiles and he finds himself smiling nervously along with her.

“Hi.” He steps out to pull out her chair for her and she laughs. "Nice to meet you."

“How long have you been waiting here?” she asks while setting down her bag.

“Around ten minutes.” He clears his throat to hopefully hide the fact that he was lying through his teeth.

“Just give me a second, I need to tell my friend I reached,” Leah pulls out her phone and he nods.

“Another glass of water for you?” The waiter seems less enthusiastic about Bucky’s 8th refill.

“Yes,” he answers, hoping he doesn’t call him out on it, “please.”

“You must be really dehydrated."

Bucky turns to look at him slowly. “I like the taste.”

He can’t really blame the guy. Bucky’s been there for hours without ordering anything solid, just leaching off their free water and complimentary bread basket.

“So, James.” She tosses her phone back into her bag, leaning forward on her palms easily. “Tell me about yourself.”

He had rehearsed this a million times. He could do this.

“I, uh,-”

“Menu?” Okay, so someone clearly had a vendetta against him.

“Thank you.” She takes it with a smile.

His morning debacle with the coffee flashes through his mind. Suddenly the idea of a diner didn’t seem so smart.

However, she’s already placed her order and George is standing beside him expectantly, daring him to ask for another glass of water, so he places his usual order and hopes that your stupid bad luck thing wore off.

He quickly learns that his date is laid back, and it isn’t hard to fall into a rhythm with her even though she’s the one asking most of the questions.

“How’d you meet Nat?” Is his attempt at one.

“She used to come in for lunch every week at the place I work.” Leah leans back in her chair. “She can really handle her alcohol.”

He’d be worried about Nat day drinking if he didn’t know about her complete inability to get drunk. She might as well have been downing glasses of lemonade.

“Yeah, she’s-” Intimidating, scary, cool “-really something.”

“She mentioned that you like movies.” He definitely spends a lot of time watching them. “You got any recommendations?”

It’s easier to figure out how different things are or how much he missed out over the years through them. He’s glad he sat out the early 2000s, judging by their fashion sense and hairstyles.

He's watched several movies over the past few months, a few of them critically acclaimed and others who were just there for the cult following.

But now everything goes blank and the only thing that he can remember are the biopics made about Steve that were somehow hilarious for gifting him the mental image of Freddie Prinze Jr. dressed in the stars and stripes, and highly distressing for the number of historical inaccuracies. Contrary to popular belief, Stevie did not, in fact, consider running for president after he took up the shield, nor did he start his own bar chain.

He can’t name Oh Captain, My Captain starring Channing Tatum as his favourite movie on his first date and hope to make a good first impression.

“Despicable Me was kinda fun.” He wants to kill himself. “I mean, it’s the last one I saw.”

Her face twists in mild disgust, but he can tell it isn't ill-intentioned. “It's a good movie, but God, that just gave me some intense flashbacks to my aunt’s Facebook page. Don’t think I can look at a minion ever again.”

He sniggers with her. He doesn’t know what the context is.

He’s a little awkward, and he can definitely tell he isn’t the most open book but she laughs at some of his attempts at jokes. There’s a distinct discomfort he has lingering at the back of his mind prodding at him, telling him over and over again that he isn’t ready for something like this. A warning bell, asking him to leave as soon as possible because he was in a dangerous situation.

He remembers what his therapist told him about breathing and remembering that the resources he had available were greater than his anxiety and he tries to get out of his head. It takes a few minutes of acting like he's fine but he manages to do it.

Other than the one time he scalds his tongue on the coffee but played it off with a pained smile, shoving down thoughts of your stupid invention, things actually went okay.

It was nice, even though they decided by the end that it was better if they both gelled together better as friends. It lifts the strange fear he feels and he can hear Dr. Mendoza say she's proud of him for taking this step before spending three hours psychoanalysing why they decided to stay platonic.

Bucky promises to visit her sushi shop with Nat soon and she says a bottle of sake awaits him for a drinking game. He doesn’t have the heart to tell her that Nat and he share the same tolerance for alcohol.

He makes sure to leave George a tip. A big one. It’s the first time he sees the guy smile the entire evening.

He’s waving goodbye to Leah outside and he thinks that maybe it was a good end to the day and that things actually turned out fine.

Until he turns around to leave, only to have someone walk straight into him with an iced tea.

The cold comes as a bit of a shock, making him jump slightly. He stares at his shirt, using his fingertips to pull it away from his body.

The person melts into a series of apologies immediately, offering to dry clean his shirt but Bucky just forces a shake of his head and says it’s okay even though he can feel the sugar making the shirt stick to his chest. Goose feathers and iced tea. Was there anything else that would like to attach itself to him?

His fists clench and his teeth grit and he has to physically control himself from sprinting to your lair because God knows what else is in store for him and he didn't want to add in any way.

The door to the lair is locked. Fuckin’ brilliant.

When no one answers after minutes worth of waiting, he fishes for his phone and realises that maybe two hours of Fruit Ninja was not the best idea, especially on a phone known for having shitty battery life.

There’s roughly 2 percent left. By the time he opens his app to give you a call, his phone screen goes black.

He groans. He’s desperate at this point and under any other normal circumstances, he would have never, ever considered doing this.

But ten minutes later he’s outside your apartment building. You’re aware that he has your address; no doubt that it was in the SHIELD file he had gotten, and he knows that you know but it was still weird.

The buzzer has your last name listed next to it. He’s sure that he’ll break it if he keeps pressing it at this rate but he really needs you to let him in.

“Who the fu-” your voice comes through the intercom.

“I’m sorry for showing up like this, my phone died and I couldn’t reach you,” He breathes out as soon as he hears you. “But I need you to fix this.”

When he doesn’t hear a reply, he wonders if the thing actually worked. He’s about to start pressing it again-

“Bucky?” You sound a little surprised to hear him. “You’re at my house. Why are you at my house?”

“I need you to fix whatever this is.”

“What are you- fine, I’m buzzing you in,” your voice, initially confused soon trails off into something more dismissive.

There’s a soft click from the door, allowing him to push it open. The elevator is already on the same floor as him so he just uses that.

The elevator goes up a floor or two. His feet tap restlessly against the carpeted floor.

The lights turn off and everything comes to a standstill. His foot stops tapping.

He should have known. He should have fucking known.

Thirty seconds pass. He’s still in pitch darkness with the elevator showing no signs of moving.

In fact, he’s resigned to his fate. He sits down on the ground, only one step away from completely laying down and hoping someone finds his body here someday.

It’s six minutes of plain silence. He might as well get comfortable if he’s going to get stuck here for the rest of his life. Did he change his will? Does he even have a will?

There’s finally a whir. He thinks that maybe he’s going to plummet to his doom as the perfect end to this day, but then the light switches on and it starts moving upward.

It stops at the floor with a ding. He doesn’t get off the ground, only eyes the door wearily. With his luck, it wouldn’t open.

But it does and within a second he’s on his feet, scrambling to get out before it changes its mind.

He remembers your door number, basically charging down the hall to get to it.

The door is white and the paint is starting to chip off it. The handle itself is dented in a few places and he wonders if it was your fault or someone else's.

His knocks are rapid, agitated even. He doesn’t stop until he hears your loud shouts telling him to cut it out.

“What the hell were you doing, trying to break down my door?” It swings open, revealing you in your pajamas. “Haven’t you done that already? And where were you, I’ve been waiting for like, ten minutes.”

He honestly feels bad for showing up uninvited and highly flustered. He can’t imagine it’s a pretty sight either. "This bad luck shit- fix it. My whole day’s been fucked up.”

“What are you-” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, taking in his appearance.

It takes you a second to realise what he’s talking about but when you do, your face settles.

“How was your date?” You lean against the door frame, arms crossed over your chest.

“Really,” He glowered at you, “that’s what you care about?”

“Yes.” You nod. “Did you have fun?”

He hesitates. “I guess?”

“Was she nice?”

“Yeah.” Where was this going.

“Good, I’m happy for you.” The smile on your face is genuine. “Look at you go, Casanova.”

“We agreed to be just friends, but that’s not the point here. Y/N,” he whines. “I have a mission next week, I can’t afford to fuck up. My whole day was off and I don’t want it to carry over.”

“Your whole day?” you questioned, standing up instead of leaning against the wall. “Buck-”

“Just fix it.”

“Okay.” You lift your hand up, extending it towards his face.

He waits for you to do something.

You flick him on the forehead.

“There,” you declare, going back to your previous position. “you’re cured.”

What.

He says exactly what he’s thinking.

You laugh. “Dude. I was fucking with you.”

Huh?

“Well, actually maybe just like, three things and then I got bored.”

He’s confused.

“You know,” you begin when he doesn’t reply, “taking the sugar packets, switching your coffee order when you were looking under the table, took your place when you left, the shoelaces.”

“The shoelaces?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “That’s the other ray gun you saw this morning. Unties your shoelaces. I stopped after that because I thought you figured it out.”

His face scrunches in puzzlement.

“I mean, you looked right at me and told me to cut it out.”

He racks his brain about what you could possibly be talking about before it hits him. The hungover person on the goddamn bench in the park.

“You were the one in the hoodie and sunglasses.”

“I just followed the Avengers’ code of disguise.” You shrug. “Turns out it kinda works. Also teleportation. So helpful.”

He forgot about the teleportation. That's why you could do all of it so fast without him noticing you were even there.

“What about the fucking geese?”

You pause for a second. “The geese?”

“And the elevator.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The confusion on your face is apparent. “What geese and elevator? I have no idea what you’re saying right now.”

“Everything’s been a mess today,” he grumbles. “I don’t know what’s real or not.”

“I swear I had nothing to do with it other than what I mentioned.” There’s indignation on your features that quickly gives way to delight. “Holy shit, did I just accidentally invent portable bad luck?”

“Okay-” his palm finds its way to his forehead in exasperation, “-then what the hell was the smell?”

“What smell- oh, the one from the box?”

He nods briskly.

“Secretions Magnifique.” You snorted. “It’s a perfume. The worst rated one I could find.”

“Perfume?”

“With notes of milk, seaweed and sandalwood.”

“It wasn’t an inator?”

“No, it wasn- did you get vibe checked by a goose at the park?” You stifle a laugh when you notice a stray feather on his thigh.

“What does that even mean?” he asks in despair.

“I can see why it attacked you. You got bad juju.” You raise an eyebrow. “Maybe if you stop staring so much-”

“So I just have shit luck.” Is that a fucking relief or even worse?

“Well,” you begin but decide not to continue.

Even with all the irritability masking it, you could see that he genuinely was just not having a good time.

“Wait here a second.”

You leave him at the door. He shifts his balance and sighs, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He still had to walk back to the Tower. Maybe he could grab a slice of pizza along the way since he skipped lunch.

“Okay, here.” You return with a large glass of water. He only looks at it. “It’s just water, I promise. You look like you ran a marathon."

He takes it from you sceptically, pushing away the urge to sniff at it. It’s gone within a few gulps.

You wait until he’s finished to point at his arm. He draws his eyebrows together, but you only curl your index finger and beckon for him to give you his hand.

He reluctantly extends it towards you.

“Don’t laugh,” you warn him, taking his metal arm. “This usually helps me.”

You tie a small bracelet around his wrist. It has a few beads, which he realises represent the colours of the solar system.

“Keep that for good luck.” You pat it gently after securing it. “I think you just had a bad day; those don’t last very long. Do you want to charge your phone before you leave?”

“Uh-” The bracelet’s pretty, the colours shine against the dark vibranium. “-no, I’m good. I’ll just leave.”

“Okay. Anything else I can help you with or will you be fine?”

He narrows his eyes. “You’re being suspiciously nice.”

“I’m not evil all the time.” You huff. “My hours are in the morning.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he says again. “I’m gonna go then.”

“See you next week.” You give him a little wave. “I’d say break a leg on your mission but knowing your situation...”

He scoffs. “Thanks.”

You make a move to close the door when starts walking down the hallway towards the exit.

He adjusts the beads slightly so he can see them better. The Earth one has glitter in it. He thinks it’s cute.

“Bucky.”

He turns around.

There’s a hint of a smile on your face.

“Take the stairs.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice.

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Hi I'm so so sorry for bothering you! I absolutely love your child reader x parent dreamsmp series, it's amazing!! I had an idea for the lost ones though, or a seperate scenario if that's okay!!! What if the baby was a witch? Witches exist in minecraft, so what if as the child gets older, their powers grow. Windows breaking when they cry, things floating mid air, sparks and fires from their hands, things like that?? I think it'd be really interesting if you want to write it!! If not all the lost ones, then just tge sbi seperate please! Thank you so so very much, i love this series and i cant wait till the next part!!!!!

Magical Born

Pairings: Tommy, Technoblade, Wilbur, Philza, and Ghostbur x F! Child! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of raids, mentions of death, light blood, light violence

A/N: It’s based on Lost Ones Canon, all over the timeline, but it is NOT canon. I didn’t write all of Lost Ones because it’s already a lot to write Lost Ones as its own entity :P I added Ghostbur though for fun because I just really like Ghostbur. Technically he’s part of the SBI!

I went further than planned though so enjoy. ♥

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TommyInnit

Tommy screamed as he ran from Fundy, who had caught him stealing from his house, (Y/N) sitting on his shoulders as she laughed. He was making for the sewers as (Y/N) waved at Fundy.

“Bye, bye furry.” She smiled.

“YOU’RE SO DEAD TOMMY!” Fundy shouted.

But now Tommy was laughing hysterically as he quickly turned a corner and made for Tubbo’s entrance into the sewer. Tubbo startled when his door opened.

“What the—” Tubbo questioned.

“No time, good luck big man.” Tommy saluted, (Y/N) waving her hand before Tommy held (Y/N) and jumped into the entrance.

“WHERE IS HE!” Fundy came in a moment later.

“Damn it, Tommy,” Tubbo muttered under his breath.

Tommy laughed as he pushed his wet hair back, (Y/N) clapping her hands.

“Big score for us little (F/L). And extra disc time for calling him furry.” Tommy grinned. “Let’s get home with it all.” Tommy walked along the pathway, letting (Y/N) walk behind him.

(Y/N) clapped excitedly hearing extra disc time. She bounced slightly behind him as Tommy was bragging about this adventure.

“The furry may be an easy target to take, but we managed to escape successfully, becoming richer!” Tommy said to the little girl, who continued to bounce, announcing as she did.

“Boing!” She giggled.

Tommy chuckled, not looking back at her. She had a lot of energy like him and always had to find easy solutions to let it out.

“Boing!” She squealed with delight and Tommy froze where he was walking as she…float over and past him??

“…What the fuck?!” He shouted, dropping the bag of stolen loot.

“Boing!” She jumped over to the other walkway of the sewer water.

Tommy put his hands through his hair as he watched his child fucking float.

“What the fuck is going on?” He muttered, looking around.

She jumped over to him, and he yelped as he caught her, staring at her.

“Hi, big man.” She giggled.

“We’re going back to Tubbo.” Tommy nodded, picking the bag and walking back down the tunnel. “No jumping.”

(Y/N) gave a pout but didn’t jump as she followed after Tommy. He had her go up the ladder first before following after. Luckily, Tubbo had gotten rid of Fundy, looking rather miffed as he went back to sorting his chests.

“I already got rid of Fundy, what are you doing?” Tubbo groaned, seeing the pair.

“Dude, you got to see this, I don’t get it,” Tommy told him. “Ok, (Y/N) jump.”

She smiled again before bouncing around. Tubbo raised an eyebrow as she bounced around like normal and Tommy was concerned for his mental health for a moment when she started to take large leaps again.

“What the hell!” Tubbo freaked out.

“Exactly!” Tommy motioned to the girl, who was making her own sound effects as she jumped.

“Could…has she always done this?”

“NO! You think I wouldn’t say if she always did this?!”

“What the hell?” Tubbo put a hand on his head.

“I know!”

Then (Y/N) jumped too high and hit her head on the ceiling, crashing on the ground.

“Shit!” Tommy flailed his arms for a moment before rushing over to the little girl.

He made sure she had no serious injuries as she started to tear up then cry.

“Hey, it’s ok.” Tommy tried to assure her, gently rubbing where she hit her head.

But she only cried harder and Tommy and Tubbo both screamed as the windows in the room exploded. Tommy was hugging (Y/N) to him, looking at Tubbo with wide eyes as Tubbo was looking around wildly at the shattered glass.

“What’s going on?” Tubbo gestured wildly to the windows.

“I don’t know!” Tommy said exasperated, still gently rubbing his hand on her head, the effect doing good now.

The little girl died down to sniffles as Tommy connected the dots.

“Wait, she cried and the windows broke. I think that was her.”

“What?”

“I-I don’t get how it works but she’s doing these crazy things.”

“Do-Do you think she’s magic or some crap?” Tubbo threw out whatever he could.

Tommy’s eyes went wide as he nodded. “That has to be it! I mean…I don’t know where she came from after all.” He muttered now, looking at the little girl.

“So, what, she’s a witch?” Tubbo huffed.

“I guess…” Then Tommy’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Tubbo, can you imagine all the things we could get away with?”

Tubbo frowned as Tommy now, as Tommy put (Y/N) down as she had calmed down.

“This could be great! We’ll need to figure out how to teach her of course…”

“We don’t even know what we’re doing with her as a normal kid!” Tubbo flailed his arms.

“But she’s still alive.” Tommy pointed at his friend and Tubbo put his head in his hands. “We’ll be the greatest, richest crime trio!”

“She’s a child!” Tubbo protested but Tommy picked (Y/N) up.

“You can help me out now little (F/L).”

The chaos they could cause once they figured out exactly (Y/N)’s powers were. Tommy couldn’t wait.

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Wilbur

“Alright little star, we have to go talk with a few people today but after, we’ll play together, just you and me,” Wilbur promised the little girl as he held her hand.

They were wearing their matching L’Manberg uniforms and (Y/N) was humming as she walked beside him, their first stop at Niki’s bakery.

“Ok.” She nodded with a smile.

“Thank you, little star. Why don’t we get some cookies from Niki to make sure we’re not hungry while we walk?” Wilbur offered with a smile.

“Yes pwease!” (Y/N) grinned.

“Please.” Wilbur corrected gently.

“Hello!” Niki greeted the pair as they came in. “How are you two?”

“We’re well Niki, I hope you are as well.” Niki nodded and Wilbur went on. “I’ve come to talk to a few the citizens around L’Manberg,” Wilbur told her. “And we were also hoping to have some of your best cookies while we’re working.”

“Your very best.” (Y/N) agreed.

“Of course, I just finished a new batch. Would you like to see?”

(Y/N) looked up at Wilbur with puppy dog eyes and he chuckled. “Alright, but you have to stay away from the furnaces, they’re going to be hot.”

“Ok!” She nodded before the two went around back into Niki’s area.

As (Y/N) watched the woman in infatuation put a new batch into the oven as she was taking the other out, putting them up to cool for the few minutes Wilbur was talking with her about how her life in L’Manberg was. The adults continued to talk as (Y/N) was now looking at the furnaces curiously, wondering how the fire worked to make the cookies. While she was, Niki suddenly screamed, making the little girl jump as Wilbur looked around in a panic to see why she screamed.

Wilbur saw after a moment, (Y/N)’s hands had little fires on them! (Y/N) spotted them as well and gave a shriek as his reactions kicked in as he spotted a bucket of water. He snatched it up before quickly throwing it on his little girl. The fire was gone as the girl stood soaking wet, Wilbur bolting over to check her hands.

“I told you not to go near the furnaces!” Wilbur scolded as he carefully took her hands.

“I-I didn’t daddy.”

Wilbur looked at her hands confused though. She didn’t have a single burn.

“How…” He muttered.

“I stayed away. Just like you said.” (Y/N) shifted uncomfortably in her wet clothes.

Wilbur looked at Niki, who had run and came back with a health potion.

“She’s not hurt,” Wilbur told her.

“What?” Niki looked at him with wide eyes.

“I-I don’t know how,” Wilbur said, looking back at the little girl, freezing up as he did.

All of the sudden…her clothes and hair were completely dry! He hesitated before touching her jacket, indeed finding it free of water.

“Niki…I have no clue what’s going on.” Wilbur gently pulled (Y/N) to him. “Sweetie, how did you do that?”

“Do what?” She asked confused.

“You don’t have any water on you anymore.” Wilbur pointed out to her and she looked at her clothes, before shrugging.

“I don’t know.”

“Have…you ever done that before?” He questioned and she shrugged again.

“How…how do you think it happened,” Niki asked him.

“I’m not sure,” Wilbur muttered. “I need to send a letter to Phil or Techno; they’ve seen a lot more things in their time. I appreciate it if you didn’t mention this to anyone Niki.”

“Of course.” The soft-spoken woman nodded.

“Thank you, we’re going to go home early little star.” Wilbur stood up.

Niki still gave them a few cookies and Wilbur brought (Y/N) home, making a bird call outside first.

“Whoa, that was cool!” (Y/N) grinned as a crow landed on Wilbur’s shoulder.

“It’s one of my father’s crows, they’re usually all around,” Wilbur told her as they went inside.

“Your dad?”

“I guess I’ve never told you about him.” Wilbur chuckled quietly as he sat, writing a letter to both Techno and Phil. “My father, Philza Mine Craft, is pretty old but he’s a great dad. He taught me a lot and he’s been through a lot. I’ve told him about you a few times, I suppose I forgot to tell you about him in return.” Wilbur ruffled her hair lightly, making her giggle. “I don’t talk to my brother Techno as much though…we had some arguments in the past. I’m hoping maybe we’ll put that aside to see what be happening with you.”

He signed off the letters and let the crow have them before they flew off.

“We’ll know in a few days though I suppose. Now, let’s play some music while we eat these cookies.” Wilbur offered out.

Waiting for a return letter became a little more desperate the next few days. Not only had Wilbur found his daughter’s hands liked to spontaneously combust with flames sometimes, through some careful observing, but he also found if she was particularly happy she’d find herself being able to jump to his height; and thanks to Tommy, when the boy had come to visit to get instructions from Wilbur, he decided to scare the little girl, causing her to scream and Tommy, in turn, screamed when all the windows shattered.

“Not a word!” Wilbur immediately demanded as he made sure (Y/N) wouldn’t step on any glass. “To anyone.”

“What the fuck?!” Tommy screeched.

Wilbur was tempted to force the boy to stay at the house to ensure word didn’t get out but after a bit of time, he got Tommy to promise him. Finally, two separate letters came in to tell him the same thing.

(Y/N) might be a witch.

Techno was a bit blunter about it, proceeding to tell Wilbur off a bit for just taking some orphan, but Wilbur knew it was just his brother’s ways and didn’t hold it against him. Phil’s letter had a bit more useful information and he had once researched witches. Wilbur kept that letter safe as he came out to find (Y/N) jumping around with her powers. She was smart and figured out how to activate it, she often liked to play with her floating power.

Wilbur wondered what else she might be able to do…It was a rather terrifying thought but he’d learn regardless. She was still his little star, witch or not.

“You’re getting good at that little star.” Wilbur praised as he came over.

He also let the thought cross his mind if that’s why she was abandoned but pushed it away. That didn’t matter, she was his little girl now and they’d figure it out together.

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Technoblade

Techno watched from the porch with crossed arms as (Y/N) laughed while running from Tommy, who was armed with two snowballs. Tommy did know how to bring the energy out of his kid. (Y/N) stumbled and fell, Tommy, grinning with victory as he stood over her but the little girl reacted fast and threw snow at him before running again with a giggle at Tommy’s temporary blindness.

Tommy shouted profanities as Techno smirked, the voices praising his child. That’s his little girl.

“How much longer are you two going to be out here?” Techno called now.

“Not much longer!” Tommy shouted before swearing again as (Y/N) managed to hit with a snowball while he was distracted. “THAT’S CHEATING!”

“All is fair in war!” She demanded.

“Don’t track snow in the house,” Techno told them before going back into the house.

Phil was tending to one of his crows as Techno came back in.

“They alright?” Phil asked.

“They’re fine.” Techno nodded, going over to his enchanting equipment.

“I’m proud of you, mate. For taking in that little girl and making sure she’s happy.”

Techno simply shrugged as he was glad, he had taken in the little girl as well. Life would be nearly the same. He often thought about how things might have been different if she wasn’t around, he probably would have already taken out L’Manberg but he held back for her. He didn’t need people hunting him down again right now and find out about her…

He was taking off his pick to put a new enchantment on it when his world slowed hearing a scream and Tommy shouting loudly. Running out with his pick in hand, Phil grabbing his sword off a chest as he ran after, he found (Y/N) shaking on the ground as a wolf stalked towards her as Tommy had a bloody arm. Techno dropped his pick as he ran over, taking off his crossbow, a bolt already loaded.

He took a shot at the wolf but his panic made him sloppy and he missed! It went over the wolf, it not noticing until…

The bolt turned around all of the sudden and hit the wolf right in the front leg. It gave a yelp, snarling as it backed away from the little girl now, who was scrambling back.

“B-Bad wolf!” She shouted as she shook.

The wolf noticed the approaching pissed off man and cut its losses, running off with a limp. Techno was most certainly confused about the bolt but he had other worries. Phil was already going over, tending to Tommy as Techno came next to (Y/N), putting a hand on her shoulder.

“You, ok? It didn’t hurt you, did it?” He asked as he quickly checked the little girl.

“No.” She shook her head before hugging him. “It hurt Tommy.”

“I know, Phil’s got him though.” Techno hugged her before picking her up. “Let’s get inside.”

Phil was helping Tommy inside as Techno followed, picking up his pick.

“If it hurt Tommy, is it ok it got hurt?” (Y/N) asked Techno.

“Yes, because it was about to hurt you too. So, it’s ok. That’s defense.” Techno told her but he wasn’t sure what happened.

The bolt had certainly missed and then flew back, striking it in the leg.

“I didn’t want to hurt it.” She mumbled. “But it’s right.”

Techno was confused by her words, but maybe she had gotten confused with her own words. He put it to the side for now as he spent a bit of time with her for the rest of the day to make sure she was alright. After he put her down to sleep, he came down into the main room where Phil was sitting by the fire. Techno sat across from him and brought up the thought he had put aside.

“(Y/N) said something weird today.”

“What was that?” Phil looked at him.

“She said she didn’t want to hurt that wolf. Like she was the one who fired the crossbow.”

Phil hummed, looking out the window. “Something was weird, I saw that bolt move on it’s on.”

“Good, I’m not losing my mind.”

Phil gave a quiet laugh. “Not yet my son. But something odd did happen. Have you ever seen anything like that?”

“No…Not around here at least. I’ve seen witches do stuff like that though. That’s why they’re difficult to kill sometimes.” Techno took off his mask for the day, putting it down safely on the fireplace mantle. “If there had been a good witch around, I’d say it was them.”

“I haven’t seen a witch in some time. Pretty rare these days, some people don’t like their power with magic and hunt them down. They’ve pretty much gone into hiding.” Phil nodded.

“Sounds about right,” Techno grumbled, leaning against the stone of the fireplace, closing his eyes.

“Mate, you don’t think…(Y/N) might be a witch?”

“Doubt it. Would have meant she was magic born; they wouldn’t have just left her on someone’s doorstep for them to die.”

“It’s rare but she could have been naturally born, with normal parents, and we’re now just finding out.”

“Even then, when she was born, she shows signs. A magical birth has effects while they’re born. The parents would have known.”

That made Techno frown now at the thought as he looked over at quiet Phil, who had the same frown. They were both thinking the same thing; what if they left her because of the magical birth?

“It would explain why she said she hurt the wolf.” Phil leaned back as well on the other side of the fireplace.

“Yeah…I’ll find out more in the mor—”

Both Phil and Techno jumped up with muscle memory at the sound of (Y/N) screaming. Phil’s crows cried out in panic as Techno was first up the ladder to find (Y/N) whimpering as she hugged herself as a few objects floated around the room. Techno went to her side as Phil came up, Tommy shouting up as he had been startled awake by the noise.

“Hey, it’s ok little goddess,” Techno muttered to her, putting a hand on her side.

“T-The wo-wolf.” She whimpered.

“It can’t hurt you. I won’t let it.” Techno told her, sitting next to her and pulling her into him. “And neither will Phil or Tommy.”

She gave a few more soft whimpers before everything in the room slowly floated down, Tommy standing on the ladder, watching amazement.

“You’re alright,” Techno promised, looking at Phil, the two sharing a meaningful look. “We won’t let anything or one hurt you.”

There was just more of a reason to keep (Y/N) their secret. He’d have to brush up on his knowledge about witches as well.

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Phil

“Alright, it’s been a while since I’ve done this,” Phil told the little girl. “So, I got to do a bit of practice.”

“Ok.” The little girl tried to have patience as she was taught but couldn’t help but bounce in excitement.

Phil chuckled, ruffling her hair, before spreading his wings. “Ok, let’s see if I still remember this…”

He took a deep breath before taking flight; he grinned as he felt the wind flying by, enjoying the wonderful memories that came to him. Flying had been something he had really missed. From the ground, (Y/N) cheered in the snow as she jumped, clapping. Phil chuckled at his little girl’s reaction as he took a few warm-up laps to make sure his wings were truly back in shape.

Techno looked up from his work at the commotion, coming out as he took off his glasses. Going out, he looked to see Phil snapping by in flight and he smiled watching his father flying again. He had seen how it affected him to be trapped on the ground. Across the field, he spotted his little sister running after their father rather uselessly but she jumped as she followed after the older man, cheering as she did.

The older brother shook his head as he watched his father again as he leaned his back on the railing, a few of Phil’s crows flying beside him as they were going over the roof. Techno was watching when another figure went over his head, giving a shriek.

“Techno!” (Y/N) said and Techno fell backward off the railing of the steps, his cape over his face, but he shouted out.

“PHIL!”

Phil looked over to find his daughter now falling to the ground?! With practiced ease, he turned and caught the girl before she hit the ground. He took a bit of a crash into the snow as his crows gave out a few cries in panic but he was alright. It wasn’t the first time he had crashed after a flight.

(Y/N) looked around a bit of daze before grinning and throwing up her arms. “Again!”

“Did you throw her?!” Phil exclaimed as Techno threw his cape off his face.

“What!? No!” Techno huffed as he stood up, brushing snow off himself. “I was watching you and all of the sudden she was over my head!”

“That makes no sense, mate.”

“I didn’t throw her; I actually like her more than my brothers.”

Phil looked at the little girl, who was still grinning even though she could have gotten hurt. “What happened?”

“I jumped and I flew like you! It was a bit scary and I almost fell.” She told him animatedly. “But then you caught me and it was like Whoosh!”

Phil looked at Techno as Techno was raising an eyebrow at the explanation.

“Y-You jumped and flew?” Phil turned his attention back to her.

She nodded. “I was jumping after you because I was excited.”

“Why…don’t we go inside and then I’ll take you on a flight, alright?” Phil asked her.

She gave a little pout but nodded. He nodded as well before standing up, letting her walk on her own. Techno followed the pair in and they let (Y/N) be before Phil spoke to Techno alone.

“I…have a feeling (Y/N) might have magic.”

“You think?” Techno snorted. “Where’d you find her again?”

“A village during a raid,” Phil muttered, glancing over at (Y/N) as she was playing with a few of her toys as one of his crows kept an eye on her as a few of them were just as protective of her as he was.

“They could have been there to get her family. Pillagers tend to like magic and hearing about magic users, they probably were there for them.”

Phil nodded. It made sense; the village he had found was a pretty small farming village it had seemed. It had been odd to him how they were raided but now it made a bit of sense…

“Guess I’ll have to brush up a bit on my witch knowledge. It’s been a few years since I’ve run across one, good or bad.”

“Yeah, it’s been some time. Heard around the arctic that a few of them were going into hiding. Probably because of the pillagers.” Techno nodded, as he went over to his potions to do a bit of work.

“Dadza! Your crows talk?!” (Y/N) exclaimed in excitement.

Phil paled as Techno snorted into his potion ingredients chest.

“You need to learn what the hell they can do too,” Techno said.

That was going to take a bit of time to learn.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ghostbur

“No one else was in the room where it happened. The room where it happened. The room where it happened.”

Ghostbur clapped as he sat on nothing as he floated above the ground as he watched his daughter sing and do her own little dance. Tommy had taught her all about his favorite musical and taught her a few of the songs. She now wanted to show off what she learned to her father and Ghostbur was more than happy to sit and watch his little blue. He even made sure Friend was there to give her a proper little audience.

She stumbled over a few words occasionally but he loved watching and listening to her regardless. Once she finished the song, she gave a little curtsy with her hoodie and Ghostbur clapped, giving a joking call of an encore as Friend gave a baa. She giggled, coming over and hugging him. He gladly returned the hug, nuzzling the top of her hoodie.

“That was wonderful little blue! I can teach you a few more songs and you can sing more for Friend and me!” He smiled.

“Please.” She nodded eagerly.

“I’ll have to get a few of my books from L’Manberg, so we can do it tomorrow,” Ghostbur promised her. “We can all go visit Phil as well and you can show him how wonderful you are. Wasn’t it wonderful Friend?”

The sheep gave another noise and (Y/N) giggled, letting go of Ghostbur and hugged Friend now.

“Thank you, Friend. You’re a very good friend.”

“We should get inside, it’s almost time for dinner.” Ghostbur stood now.

“Ok, can I ride on you, Friend?” She asked the sheep and the sheep didn’t make a noise of acceptance or protest. “He said yes.”

“Thank you, Friend,” Ghostbur told their sheep friend before putting (Y/N) on top of the sheep.

After, he took the lead and took the pair to their home in Logstedshire. (Y/N) gently petted Friend’s wool as Ghostbur brought the pair inside, not seeing Tommy, which meant he was downstairs in his chest room.

“What do you want to eat today little blue?” Ghostbur asked the girl as he helped her off Friend.

“Carrots and potatoes.”

“Ok.” Ghostbur nodded, petting Friend before going to cook.

He made food for (Y/N) and set her up at the table before brewing a few potions he was low on. He hummed as he brewed, (Y/N) happily enjoying her meal as she talked to Friend. Ghostbur occasionally glanced over with a smile at his little blue and the last time he glanced over, he saw Tommy had come up and snuck up behind the little girl. Ghostbur was about to speak as he held a potion bottle but Tommy moved first.

“BOO!” Tommy gave (Y/N) a scare as he took her shoulders.

The little girl shrieked…before disappearing.

Ghostbur and Tommy both stood there for a moment before (Y/N) spoke, gasping.

“Daddy! I’m like you!”

Tommy screamed at that, jumping back as Ghostbur dropped his potion bottle, shattering it on the floor. He floated as he went towards the table.

“(Y/N)? Are you…invisible?” Ghostbur asked, unsure how to process this

“I can’t see me.” She spoke.

“HOW?!” Tommy flailed at the empty spot.

It was another moment before the little girl appeared in the chair again, grinning. Tommy put his hands through his hair as Ghostbur feet touched the ground again as he stood in front of the little girl. There were a few beats of silence before he grinned.

“You are like me!” He picked her up, hugging her. “This is a very fantastic day!”

“You found her Ghostbur! She’s not supposed to be like you!” Tommy protested.

Ghostbur pouted at that as he nuzzled the top of her head. “She can still be like me if I found her.”

“I…I’m getting Phil. This is not normal and he’ll know.” Tommy pointed at the pair before leaving the house, too freaked out to stay inside.

“He doesn’t understand yet,” Ghostbur whispered to the little girl before grinning. “Maybe I can teach you to do it on your own like me!”

Ghostbur had cleaned up the glass quickly as he made (Y/N) stay on Friend just to be safe before he sat with her on the floor, trying to teach her to go invisible excitedly. The moon was a good bit into the sky when Tommy came back, a worried-looking Phil coming in.

“Phil! We were going to see you tomorrow!” Ghostbur grinned. “(Y/N) wanted to show you a few things.”

“Like…what?” Phil questioned carefully.

“She learned a lot of songs and we were going to learn more. Then at dinner, she turned invisible like me! Isn’t that wonderful?”

“See? I wasn’t lying!” Tommy motioned.

“Calm down Tommy,” Phil told the younger boy before sitting on the floor with Ghostbur and (Y/N). “Is that true (Y/N)? You did that?”

She nodded, smiling widely. “I learned a lot of songs and I disappeared like daddy.”

“Have…you ever done that before? Disappear like that?”

She hummed before shaking her head. “No.”

“It’s new?”

She and Ghostbur nodded.

“Well…She could be magical born.” Phil threw out, looking at Ghostbur and Tommy.

“What the hell does that mean?” Tommy asked as he stood next to Phil.

“She’s a witch. Her parents would have probably been too. It’s extremely rare to have a magical born in a non-magical family. And as the house that Ghostbur found (Y/N) was the way…it was.” Phil avoided the details but Ghostbur floated off the ground as he remembered. “It would make sense; some people aren’t keen on witches.”

Tommy frowned at the thought with Phil as Ghostbur tried to just ignore the bad images. As Ghostbur looked away from Phil, he looked at (Y/N) to see her sticking her tongue out slightly as she had her eyes closed as well, looking to be concentrating. What she was concentrating on doing made Ghostbur grin widely.

“(Y/N) can float too!” Ghostbur cheered, making the little girl open her eyes and grin herself.

“I’m like daddy!”

Ghostbur laughed as he scooped her into his arms, cuddling with her. Tommy and Phil shared a look though. They had to make sure Ghostbur wasn’t vocal about this…They couldn’t let little blue lose another life just for being a witch after all…

But Ghostbur didn’t think about that as he was simply ecstatic about his special little blue.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfiction #tommyinnit x reader #ghostbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #technoblade x reader #philza x reader #dreamsmp x reader

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traumxrei-archive · 2 years ago

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idk if you got my last ask but if you did feel free to delete it since im sending this one lololol

anyways 1) Congrats on 2k!! you’re doing great! by the time you answer this you’ll probably have seen my comment on the post were you said you reached 2k but still, i hope you’re having a great day :] (also don’t feel pressured to give us an event, just seeing the other writings you’re doing is great!)

2) The Noble Gentleman series is one of my favorites you’ve done! the way you’re able to pretty much perfectly capture all of the characters is amazing! All of the headcanons about how the characters know each other is a nice touch! cant wait to read the next dorm! (I hope school is going well for you btw!)

3) So do you remember that rewrite i said i was doing with yuuto? yeahhhh well my dad gave me one of his adhd tablets and i wrote around 17 paragraphs about him in about two hours. i have absolutely no clue what possessed me but it was great! got a lot of the lore i want for him finally figured out so thats nice. i still have a lot to figure out about him, (im still debating if i want to keep him a demon or not, i think im gonna drop it entirely) but its going well! its interesting how literally only one adhd tablet managed to give me the inspiration to write around 17 paragraphs but such is the power of medicine i suppose. i would send some but uhhhhh my boy has a lot of problems revolving his parents and i don’t know how many people would be willing to read through that so i will not be putting any here

4) I hope you have a happy halloween!! i don’t think im gonna do anything too special (not entirely sure if im going trick or treating this year) but i hope its a good day regardless!! :] (also if you’re wondering no i didn’t get jade. 157+ pulls and he never came home. I got a duplicate of his dorm ssr at the 100 and i think the game is testing me 🥲 event ssrs hate me fr)

Anyways, Have a good day! make sure to get plenty of rest too :]

-🍓

wahhhh !! hello strawberry anon !!! it's nice to see you in my inbox after having such a long hiatus ^^

1 - thank you for the congrats !! and i definitely did see your comment (i was very thankful abt it and it kinda alleviated my stress abt a 2k event,,,,i've figured out what i want to do instead so big yay)

2 - ahhh thank you for such wonderful feedback <33 if i'm being honest, i always look forward to what comments you have for the things i write, so it's nice to see that you're enjoying it ^^ i'll be returning with ignihyde's part sometime soon i hope, since it's already written out, i just need to do minor edits n format it for tumblr >:D

3 - we always love a good productive day of writing !! happy for you and your boy yuuto <33 it probably felt like clarity hit you after you've finished establishing his past and everything hehe (also if you want to show me the yuuto lore, we could do it in dms if you'd like ?)

4 - this is very late so happy halloween !! and a belated merry christmas too hehe~ i didn't really do anything special for halloween, BUT one of my friends baked cookies and so i got great cookies instead of candy >:D (also i'm so sorry you didn't get jade T^T what kind of payne is that ? 157+ pulls and no jade sniffs,,,, and his dorm came instead,,,,, augh hopefully 2023 will bring you greater luck with your event ssrs)

i hope that you're having a good winter + that you're staying warm, that is, if it's cold where you're at, and that you're having fulfilling days ^^

#/trau replies #/🍓 anon #:)))))#looking forward to the yuuto lore drop tho #i should get the motivation to do that for MY yuusona + my twst oc #they've been sitting in the closet and i ocassionally slip them cookies jskfjdfsj #also praying to the gacha gods that 2023 will be merciful for all of us

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selfproducingfanfictionauthor · 4 years ago

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BTS Scenario: An omega arrives in your pack (Hyungline x alpha/beta fem!reader)

Summary: An omega joining a pack is a blessing - an unmated one is a miracle. So when the village elder came to you not with authority in her eyes but pity and pleading for understanding, you had no choice but to let him go.

Or, an omega joins the pack and you’re an alpha/beta in a relationship with another alpha. The community asks for your sacrifice. Warnings/Notes: Implied Smut, slight ass play, Angst, Drabble (no resolution... yet) I wanted to explore a different dynamic in the ABO Universe, since it’s usually Alpha BTS x Omega Reader but how about the Beta or even the Alpha reader? Hope you enjoy! Word Count: 2k+ (500 per drabble)

KIM SEOKJIN

(after he’s called to participate in the matching, and Jungkook is an unmated male omega who’s always had a crush on you) (though crush is a understatement)

He’s here for a final goodbye, you think as you allow him to push you back against the wall.

He kisses you with desperation, all teeth and tongue, as if he wants to devour you whole. He reeks of her but you push it at the back of your mind, together with your instinct to gain the upper hand.

If this is goodbye, let it be as soft as you two could be.

You close your eyes to blink back the tears and wrap your arms around his neck. You match his passion kiss after kiss until you both are panting, breathing in each other.

Seokjin slows it down and pulls at your shirt, slipping it off your head. His eyes are wan, and he hasn’t met your gaze the whole time. It feels wrong, but then again, everything is.

So you try to bring back some normalcy and let the urgency in your touch show. Your arms slid down his shoulder, pushing him back into your room, your strength easily matching his.

In the dark of the room, you tug at his shirt but Seokjin grasps your hand away from his chest. You thought he’s going to lead you to his cock just as he did many times before, but he pulls you closer until there’s no more space between your chest and his and leads your hand to his hole.

He’s dry as the dessert but her pushes your hand closer, until your fingers tap his puckered hole.

You can feel him force himself not to tense up, breathing deeply and dropping his head to your shoulder. His back is caved over you, like a tall child and he turns to graze his lips against your ear.

“I’ll let you fuck me too, if that’s what you want, jagi.”

Your eyes widen and you try to pull your hand away but he holds it still. Your other hand tries to push his chest away but his other arm wraps around your shoulder blades, unwilling to let go.

He keeps still in the crook of your neck, murmuring words you never imagined you’ll hear from the alpha, “I’ll moan like he did. Beg like he did.” His voice shakes, and you startle at the tears wetting your skin. It doesn’t even occur to you to wonder how he knew about Jungkook, and what had transpired the night before because here he is.

He’s crying. Your alpha is crying.

“Just please don’t leave me.”

MIN YOONGI

(Your love for Yoongi knows no bounds, you can give him this. In which your arranged marriage is thwarted.)

“It’s a good thing we’re not bonded yet, huh?”

You try not to wince at the relief in his voice and instead you laugh, hoping that the dark is enough to conceal the wobble on your lip.

You are both lying on your bed, exhausted by your hours long of… what do you call it again? Ah, he did call it his favorite recreational activity. He figured sexual compatibility is an important factor in arrange marriages earlier on your engagement.

And you, in love with him for more than half your life, said yes.

His fingers are playing with your hair, while his other hand lifts a lit cigarette to his lips. He glances down at you, his cat-like eyes half-lidded.

“You want a smoke?”

Pulling the blanket higher to your chest, relishing in the slight flicker of interest in his eyes, you shake your head. “Actually, can you not smoke on my bed tonight?”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow but says nothing and puts out his cigarette against the ash tray on your bedside table. Usually, you take up on his offer, and he’s not gonna lie and say that the image of your lips around a cigarette doesn’t stir his cock alive.

“Not feeling well?” He asks, the only time you refused his offer was whenever you’re feeling the drop after your activities. But usually, you’ll tell him outright, communication being as open as you both could.

You let a small smile touch your lips at his tone. He cares for you, you know, maybe not as much as you want him to, but it’s enough.

Or it used to be enough.

“Just a mild migraine,” you lie before pressing a kiss against his shoulder.

Yoongi smiles and kisses the crown of your head, “You know what cures migraines?”

Your smile grows wider as you look up to his grin, his hand already sliding down the small of your back under your blankets. “I think I have an idea.”

By the time he’s pulled out 3 more orgasms from you, the moon has started fading from the night sky. The brisk winter air entering your room by the open window, drawing goosebumps on your skin.

Beside you, Yoongi sits up and pulls his shirt over his head.

“You’re not staying the night?”

Yoongi shakes his head, “The trials start the day after tomorrow, I’ve got to get a head start.”

Your press your lips together, your hand sneaking down your belly. You imagine your child, the size of a pea, hoping they do not hear your breaking heart. “I thought you didn’t like being choices taken away from you.”

That was one of the major points of discussion when your parents arranged your marriage. It’s also a source of your many arguments at the start, before slowly becoming some sort of unwanted roommate in your makeshift relationship.

Yoongi pauses, there’s something in your voice that he can’t pinpoint. He turns to you, for once, you are unreadable. “This is different.”

“Oh,” you breathe. How so, you want to ask. How come a choice robbed by our secondary natures so much different than the ones robbed by our parents? How come it’s the lesser evil in your eyes?

How come I was never a palatable choice in the first place?

But you don’t. Instead, Yoongi presses on. “At least now, you know, if it turns out that it’s me, you’re free. You can go to university just like you want.”

“Yeah…” you chuckle dryly, “Well, good luck then.”

You don’t beg him to stay, you’re an alpha too and an alpha protects their pack. As your hand travels down to your belly again, you remember - you have your own to protect now too.

JUNG HOSEOK

(You’re just his best friend. What can you say?)

“She smells like lilacs! No, wait, honey! Honey and cream.” Hoseok sighs, all lovestruck on your couch over the new omega girl in town.

As part of the search party that found her, he hasn’t stopped talking about her for weeks. Giving you updates on her recovery in the beginning, and then her smile, her eyes, and the way she laughs as time went by.

At first, you didn’t mind. An omega joining the pack is a blessing, given their rarity. They symbolize fertility and bounty, and you are nothing if not loyal to the community. You foster the village children as their teacher, you teach them the ropes of the land - how to feed the cows, how to plant the seeds, and how to prepare for harvest - after all.

But as time went by, as Hoseok’s visits to her home frequent and his visits to yours lessen, it’s become harder and harder to keep the bitter thoughts away. Hoseok may still visit you, but when was the last time you two talked about anything other than her?

“The trials for her mate starts next week,” Hoseok starts, almost as if waiting for you to say something, “I’m thinking of participating.”

From the kitchen, you tighten your hold on the tray balancing your tea and snacks. Without a wobble, you inquire as you step back into your living room, “Oh?”

“Yeah,” he picks up one of your cookies, suddenly looking all bashful, “I’m unmated and I’m not getting younger so, might as well give it a shot you know?”

You frown behind your tea cup, “We’re barely past our mid-20s, Seok-ie, that hardly qualifies as old.”

Hoseok leans back and tilts his head on the back of your couch until it hangs in relaxation. “It’s different between you and I.”

It’s true, betas are not so pressured to reproduce early. After all, there’s nothing special to be had in your genes, you think bitterly.

“Besides,” he continues, “I think I like her. You know, maybe we should invite her next time we hang out! You can get to know her too!”

“I’d rather not.” It spills over your lips before you could control it, and Hoseok stiffens before turning his gaze to you.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re jealous.” Hoseok teases, unaware at how his words hit home.

You stiffen, biting your lip before the dam breaks. “Maybe I am.” you whisper.

He blinks in surprise at the feebleness of your tone, “B-but… you’re a beta.”

You know. You know your place, in this village and in his life but somehow it’s different hearing it from him. Standing, you turn away to step back into your kitchen when a hand grasps your wrist.

“I don’t understand.” Hoseok whispers, trying to look up to your face but thwarted by your hair. He doesn’t need to see your watering eyes to know there are tears in them. He’s reeling from the sudden change of atmosphere, smelling your distress in the air.

Suddenly, you’re overwhelmed by the sense of inferiority and your heart caves into itself. With the last of your strength, you shake off his hold, pointing to the door.

“I think it’s best you leave.”

KIM NAMJOON

(Namjoon has always been a man of duty, and though you are tough and strong, there are limits to what you can and will endure)

You pride yourself to be level-headed, calm, and objective unlike many of the alphas in the pack. You’ve never lost your control, or flown into fury even during your youth but at this very moment, you summon all your discipline to keep your lips from pulling back and snarling at the older alpha in front of you.

How dare she?

How dare they ask this of you?

“It is his duty.” She repeats and beside you, Namjoon is silent. Eyes straight ahead, back as rigid as the trees outside your home. The home that you two built for your children that will come after your wedding.

The wedding that’s supposed to be in a month.

But the longer Namjoon stays silent, the farther that future seems to be. By the time the elder leaves your home, you don’t even see a speck of it in your mind’s eye.

The silence continue as you clean up the cups and uneaten rice cakes. The silent clink of the utensils echoing in your quaint home.

As you wash the dishes, you feel like an outsider watching your body go through the motions. Scrubbing the plate clockwise, once, twice, three times, before running it under the faucet. Next, you pick up the cups, here, clockwise, once, twice —

“It is my duty,” you hear Namjoon, and oh, he’s beside you, hand on your wrist, pulling your hands away from the frigid waters, “you know that, right?”

As one of the strongest and wisest alphas this pack has ever seen in generations, your betrothal to Namjoon was tolerated at best. Alpha bondings are common nowadays, with the scarcity of omegas. So yes, your betrothal was tolerated - just tolerated, even with you being as strong and as wise as your betrothed - but now?

With that young omega in the picture?

They are making you feel as if you’ve committed a grave sin against the community, as if it’s not within your rights to rage against the unfairness of it all.

They’re asking you for your love.

And he’s so willing to be taken away. Your heart breaks but you nod quietly, “I know. I understand.”

Namjoon stupidly thought that was the end of it. That you knew he’ll always come back to you, omega or not.

Maybe he was naive, or he truly was selfish to ask it of you but when he gets home the week after the trials to a dark cold house the surprise knocks him to his knees and drops his heart to his stomach.

You left the kitchen untouched, his mug still next to yours but, Namjoon pauses at the threshold of your room. There, glinting under the moonlight, sits your ring and the last of your scent wafts away.

END NOTES: Hearts are appreciated but comments are gold. Let me know if this should have a second (or even third) part! :)

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shotorozu · 4 years ago

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first touches in the relationship

[— ˚✧₊⁎ 1.6k followers milestone]

character(s) : multiple characters

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, strong quirk; the details aren’t very specific though

fluffy as hell, not even mildly spicy (maybe like a grain but its not too much)

note(s) : head empty, just me thinking about the first casual touches in your relationship with the bnha boys :)) also thank you for 1.6k 🤍 it’s not that big of a number like 5k or 10k but thinking about that number is just.. wow.

part two will be made !

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midoriya izuku

↠ the first touch was merely unintentional, but it was almost as if you were thrusted into the wonderful spring breeze.

↠ as per usual, izuku was going on his word spewl, talking passionately as he walked beside you. then that’s when you felt it, his finger tips grazing against your palm. if you moved your hand just a little bit, your hand would be pressing against his tenderly. his cheeks turned red in realization, apologizing profusely— as if he was thinking that you’d never want to hold his hand after that. yet, you didn’t seem to care a lot, because you enlaced your hand around his as a response. the first touch would’ve made him jump around, exclaiming in joy, but the urge to memorize the details of your hand was persistent.

todoroki shouto

↠ it was warm like the gentles embers of a calm fire, yet it still ran chills down your spine. it was unexpected but not at all unintentional

↠ sitting right next to you, could only stare at you lovingly— as you went on and on about something to your friends about something happened the day before. it wasn’t like this was anything new. shouto always listened to you speak, he could call it therapeutic from the amount of times he sat down, and just listened. yet his mind goes wild as if he was still pinning over you. so, briefly after realizing he’s dating you, he found his fingers dancing along your wrist, treaking upwards to your palm. he allows himself to activate his quirk ever so slightly, just enough to the point you could feel yourself growing flustered by the way his index and middle finger carresses your palm. your sudden change of demeanor only leaves your friends confused, but it makes you feel warm on the inside.

bakugou katsuki

↠ it felt exactly how his quirk is, explosive, warm, and quite loud. but don’t be misguided by the sound of that

↠ though he started dating you, he still acted like you were any other person in his class, but that nothing unexpected. he was yelling cooking instructions at you, complaining about the way you chop up vegetables, or the way you kneeded cookie dough. he rolls his eyes, and he complains a lot about your methods— but in reality, it gave him quite a big opening to stand behind you, putting his hands ontop of yours as he guides you, muttering something about being the only person that could teach you right. his words are brass, sure. but his touch on your hands are warm, and gentle surprisingly, and you choose to ignore the initial roughness. katsuki also chooses to rub his thumb against the back of your hand, but it’s so subtle. and he can’t help but smirk when he realizes that you’re reacting quite positively to the first touch.

kirishima eijirou

↠ it felt like a breath of fresh air.

↠ ua will forever be known for it’s hectic schedules, and the highest in difficulty when it comes to catching up with almost anything. you must work hard to move to the next level, graduate, then debut, and then hopefully get at least to the top 15. you honestly need a breather, but luck for you! you have the affection of kirishima eijirou. noticing your stress levels reaching a high, he’ll offer you a massage— and he most likely won’t think about the fact that he’s going to be putting his hands along your back. a sigh of relief escapes your lips when he presses his hands against that one stubborn knot. the first touch would’ve flustered him, if it weren’t for the fact that you look so relaxed, and it feels like you’re not being suffocated. his hand rest against your shoulder blades at some point, and he pauses. stopping to pepper small kisses against your shoulders. you make a point to reward him with warm cuddles and kisses afterwards, and he’s just so glad that he spent this first touch by making you feel comfortable.

sero hanta

↠ it was a fortunate, yet unfortunate situation to be in

↠ you were training with sero, completely ignoring the butterflies that were having discourse in your stomach. training with your boyfriend excited you to the brim, but it would be expected that his tape stuck to you at some point, but it was stuck everywhere. it was relatively hard to take off the tap without accidentally irritating your skin. but you’re blessed with sero’s cool and laid back demeanor. he walked towards you and gently began tampering with the tape on the palm of your hand. the way he held your hand with his free hand, and the fact that he was so close didn’t seem to prevent any heat from rushing to your cheeks. he coaxes you to relax, cupping your face as he removes the tape sticking to you. realizing the short distance he had with you came to a close, his face changes in realization, and he’s just chuckling at the situation. though it wasn’t the way he imagined it the first touch to be spent, he could say it’s memorable. for once, he’s glad that his tape stuck to you like lifeline.

kaminari denki

↠ the first touch was electrifying, but the intent was shy of anything bold. which is definitely off coming from kaminari denki

↠ you’ve been best friends with kaminari for a while, prior to him asking you out while on a sugar rush. that seemed to be the start of that, but despite being an actual flirt, he made zero attempts to be physically affectionate. that was, until he drapped his arm around your shoulder on the couch. you guys were just joking around, and he seemed to want to shoot his shot. the action was electrifying, his hand resting against your shoulders, rubbing tenderly as he attempted to continue whatever he was saying. but denki thought he was so slick, yet his cheeks immediately ingulfed in red, and he was stammering at the short distance between you two. you just laugh at his reaction, and pull him closer— hand ontop of his.

shinsou hitoshi

↠ the first touch was calming, it made you go into a state of serene. but it wasn’t enough to bore you, or lul you to sleep.

↠ similar to todoroki, he sat beside you— listening to you speak about his sleeping habits. you weren’t mad, of course. but you were just concerned about him, which made his heart swell. but it seemed to be that he sidetracked, because he became painfully aware of your hand resting on the chair. your words only becoming a blur. discreetly, his hand rested on top of yours briefly, and it seemed to be okay, after all— you guys are dating. his thumb brushing against your palm, finger dancing along your skin. his fingers dragged upwards and upwards, from your wrist, to forearm, and then to the spot connecting from your neck and collarbone. your chest rising up and falling down calmly, as he began adjusting your uniform’s collar. “your collar was a little off,” he comments, not being able to not kiss your jawline softly, pleased by his affects on you.

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