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[ghoulspaw]

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Dorm Heads - With Zhongli Male Reader

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I'm sorry this took so long to post, Mystery anon! I've been super busy with personal stuff so I haven't had a lot of free time to work on this. I got pretty burned out at Idia's part and I couldn't be bothered to touch it up honestly; so, sorry about that. I hope this is what you wanted. —Benny🐰

                                                                                                   

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🌹 This hot headed boy was pretty surprised to find that the supposed magicless student from the orientation ceremony was not in fact magicless; seeing as you brought down a literal meteor and crushed the poor unsuspecting, feline resembling, monster. A meteor which appeared out of thin air and left no traces of damage behind after its impact. To say poor Riddle was confused and also fairly alarmed was an understatement. 

🌹 Your mannerisms were very strange to him. You're very well spoken and composed; yet you're seemingly wise beyond your years. Why are you speaking as if you're in your 80s? Riddle won't lie though; for an old man you're quite good looking. If he didn't have a reputation to uphold and examples to set, he could stare at you all day long.

🌹 A dragon? Well… that explains a lot. No wonder the Dark Mirror couldn't detect magic in you; or at least, that's what he reasons with himself. Please; he needs an explanation, he's so confused. Upon seeing your dragon form though… Riddle is once again confused. Are dragons supposed to be that long? Not that he's complaining though; the way you make a massive bed out of yourself is hard to contest.

🌹 T‐Treasure? Him? That's— Now look here; no amount of buttering him up will make you exempt from the rules, You— you scoundrel! Riddle is not easily tricked! Even if he is a tad bit more lenient with you, no he's not. You have no proof.

🌹 You have a son now too!? Just what else aren't you telling him!? Riddle doesn't mind Xiao at all actually. He thinks that they're both similar in how dedicated they are to their work. The adeptus seems to only tolerate him though; which, while disheartening, he completely understands.

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"How odd, the Dark Mirror perceived you as magicless, yet you summoned stone and earth just now. Just who are you..?"

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🦁 Right off the bat Leona could smell it and immediately he knew; that ain't a damn human. However, he couldn't seem to pinpoint just what you were exactly. You smelled similar to his one sided rival, Malleus, but it was different somehow. In the end, he just chalked it up to you being a fae of some kind. He did find it bizarre that the Dark Mirror claimed you to be magicless and directly after that you used magic. Whatever, he just wants a nap.

🦁 Why the hell are you talking like that? You sound like Diasomnia's Vice Dorm Head. Seriously, who in the world says ‘quite’ anymore. But, Leona doesn't mind you going off on one of your long winded story times about your past. Your deep voice is very smooth and soothing to his ears and has lulled him to sleep successfully every time.

🦁 HA! He knew it; his nose is never wrong after all. Well… maybe Leona was off by a little; but you're certainly not a human. A dragon though? No wonder you smelled similar to his nemesis; except your scent is more earthy than the dragon fae's. Your dragon form makes a very comfortable body pillow to cling onto. Yes, he is indeed speaking from experience. What was said experience, you ask? You were taking a nap in your dorm room while in your dragon form and woke up with a wild lion beastman clinging onto you.

🦁 Treasure, huh? Okay, be prepared for him to call you nicknames of his own. Noodle is one that Leona uses the most; a way to endearingly tease you about the foreign look of your dragon form. Another one he likes to use is old man/gramps; a tease on the strange way you speak.

🦁 Oh dear Seven; please not another Cheka, he doesn't think he can deal with another gremlin in this lifetime. Thankfully for Leona though, the avian adeptus is far older than his hyperactive nephew and awfully cold too. The lion beastman is pretty sure that Xiao doesn't like him, but you've continually assured him that your son actually really enjoys his presence.

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"Damn, you sure talk a lot, Gramps. Hah? I didn't tell ya to stop or anything, keep talkin' I'm almost asleep."

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🐙 His immediate impression of you was actually very positive! You seemed incredibly knowledgeable and well spoken. But what really caught Azul's attention was your apparently unrecognizable magic. The Dark Mirror proclaimed you magicless and yet shortly after the proclamation you displayed an exceptional control over stone and earth when you suddenly summoned a large stone pillar to attack your rampaging familiar. Color him intrigued.

🐙 My, what a strange way of speaking you have; are you perhaps anything like Diasomnia's Vice Dorm Head where you're far older than you appear? Azul actually doesn't find your mannerisms all that strange to be honest, he thinks it just gives a certain charm to you.

🐙 Oh, so you're a dragon are you? Would you perhaps be interested in signing a contract with him? It's for your benefit, he swears. No? Damn. Your dragon form reminds him a bit of various aquatic animals that populate the Coral Sea. Don't mind him calling you any names of fish you've never heard of, okay. Sometimes, if he's tired enough, Azul will allow you to cuddle with him in your dragon form. It's quite comfortable, so he doesn't mind too much.

🐙 Azul doesn't mind giving nicknames to people, but he's not too used to receiving from anyone other than Floyd and sometimes Jade. So when you refer to him as your treasure, he's caught off guard and pretty flustered. He'll never not be red in the face when you call him by that pet name, but he has a few of his own for you. Oarfish is one that he uses often, mostly in a teasing sense. Another is Ropefish, this one is used sparingly, he never told you why though.

🐙 Xiao… does not like him. The adeptus made it very clear upon their first meeting when he held the blade of his polearm to the poor cecaelia's throat and fixed him with the sharpest glare Azul had ever seen. It would seem that you told him about the whole contract debacle that went down before his overblot and your son wasn't going to forgive him any time soon.

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"Are you perhaps interested in making a contract with me? My services are quite high quality and will certainly benefit you in the future. Eh? S‐shady? Me?"

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🪲 Kalim thought that you were really cool when he first saw you at the entrance ceremony! Not only did you help him put the fire on his butt out, you also summoned a huge meteor out of nowhere! “‘I will have order!’” You sounded so cool! Ah… but wait– didn't the Dark Mirror say that you were magicless? Oh whatever, it doesn't matter anyway.

🪲 Why do you talk like you're old? You look way too young to talk like that; maybe around Professor Crewel's age but that in itself is a stretch. Expect a lot of questions from Kalim; like a lot. How old are you really? Are you a fae? Were you raised by your grandparents? What do you mean you don't know what omg means? How did you get your hair so shiny? Why do you wear clothes like that? Where are you from? Do you have a job? What do you do for work? Why are you looking at him like that? Huh… who's Hu Tao?

🪲 A Dragon!? That's so cool! Our precious boy was completely blindsided by the revelation that you were, in fact, not a human. When you reveal your dragon form to him Kalim is ecstatic, attempting to wrap his arms around your now massive form. Most times you'll be lounging on his massive bed while in your dragon form as he lays in the middle of your coiled body; running his fingers through the fur on your neck and pressing kisses to your snout.

🪲 While he certainly doesn't mind receiving nicknames and pet names, actually he loves it, it makes him happy, but Kalim isn't one to give nicknames himself, he prefers to use their birth names because it feels more intimate. However, he's not against it when you call him your treasure, he's very happy, it makes him feel all warm and bubbly inside. He might call you Cobra from time to time but it definitely won't be too often.

🪲 You have a kid? Can he meet them!? Please, please, please! Yes? Yay! Your poor emo son was immediately glomped by the eldest prince of the scorching sands as soon as he entered the room. Kalim was so excited that he didn't even let the adeptus speak before he vomited questions at him. Xiao actually didn't mind him at all, the golden retriever-like boy reminded him of a certain oni he once met in the Casm in Liyue.

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"Why do you talk like you're old but look so young? Are you a fae like Lilia? What kind? Can I see your wings? Am I allowed to ask that? Wait! Was that rude!? I'm sorry!"

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👑 Vil actually had a very positive but slightly strained impression of you. You were very well put together; a foreign beauty from another land if you will. Well dressed, well spoken and dashingly handsome; it would be a lie to say that he felt a bit threatened by your arrival to the NRC. Not only were you undeniably attractive though, you possessed an unknown magic that the Dark Mirror couldn't even identify. You were marvelous but mysterious, beautiful yet dangerous. He couldn't help but find himself lost in those glowing amber eyes as you summoned a translucent shield around yourself.

👑 Goodness you're like that Lilia fellow from Diasomnia, only taller, far more charming and much less with the times. Truly, your lack of knowledge about modern technology and tendency to forget your wallet is astonishing. You're like an old man trapped in a young man's body. Don't worry though, Vil will do his best to lay it all out clearly for you.

👑 I'm sorry, you're a what? Could you repeat that darling, Vil doesn't quite think he heard you right. Oh, a dragon, well… okay. He's never seen a real dragon before but something about that form of yours seems a bit… off should he say? You actually resemble more of a snake in his opinion. He won't cuddle with you in your dragon form, unfortunately. His clothes are far too expensive to be covered in dragon fur; but he will give you a few pets from a good distance away. Take what you can get, man.

👑 I need you to know that Vil is the fairest of them all, he's heard it all by now. Well… he thought he did. It wasn't really the pet name but the sincerity in that loving tone you used when you called him your treasure. Oh, how it made him swoon! You rascal, flattery will get you everywhere with him.

👑 Xiao… is afraid of him. One time, you left the two of them alone for ten minutes and came back to a trashed room, a grinning Vil and a beautified yaksha that was trembling in embarrassment and rage. Your poor emo son was holding himself high up and far away from the beautiful man by hanging onto his winged jade spear that was stabbed into the wall. The Pomfiore prefect was right though, green really is Xiao's color.

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"Are you sure you're a dragon? I've never heard of dragon being quite so... oddly shaped. No– I'm not saying you look bad, you're very majestic and dare I say intimidating, I simply haven't ever seen a dragon like you before."

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💀 He recognized you from somewhere; he was sure of it, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. From his tablet, Idia watched as the Dark Mirror addressed you as magicless; though, shortly after, you summoned a pillar of dark brown and amber colored stone to subdue your fire spewing familiar. You were so familiar, yet he couldn't think of where from, it was like some divine intervention was preventing it. Weird….

💀 You… How are you so clueless about technology? Just where the hell are you from that you don't know what a phone is? Your young appearance betrays your age too… You're like an irl anime character! Idia is absolutely raving! Hold on; let him write down a couple catchphrases and design you a costume! Don't worry, he'll teach you all he knows about modern tech as long as you go to this upcoming cosplay convention with him. You can be his main shielding healer from ‘Outworld Collision’!

💀 A dragon? Okay… so? Diasomnia's Dorm Head is kind of a dragon, so what's there to be surprised about? Your dragon form is a bit strange looking, but it's not like he'd actually tell you that; then again he's seen a lot of weird fantasy shit in the media he consumes on the daily, so he has no real reason to comment. Idia enjoy sitting in the middle of your coiled up serpentine body as he plays his games and reads his light novels; enthusiastically explaining the plot as he goes.

💀 T‐teasure? Your treasure? This poor man just about died when you called him that pet name for the first time. You thought he was so valuable that you compared him to treasure? Hold on, give Idia a second so he can compose himself, he's absolutely blue screening right now. 

💀 Your son actually still has yet to meet Idia; he always psyches himself up to meet the yaksha but then chickens out at the last minute. He's just worried that if Xiao doesn't like him then you'll change your mind about being with him. It's not that he thinks the adeptus would purposely try and break the two of you up, he's just super paranoid.

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"T‐treasure? Me? Ah... t‐thank you... I t‐treasure you as well; you mean a lot to me. Um, g‐give me a second, I'll give you a nickname too.."

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🐲 Malleus, of course, hadn't attended the orientation ceremony due to not receiving an invitation, however Lilia had told him all about you when he returned to Diasomnia. He was very intrigued to hear about how you didn't seem to be human despite your appearance. As well as how the Dark Mirror had mistakenly labeled you as magicless as you seemed to display expert control over stone and earth. You truly lived up to expectations when he finally met you during his midnight walk around Ramshackle. You were quite the beauty as well.

🐲 Your disposition didn't faze him in the slightest. If anything, it just confirmed Malleus’ assumptions that you certainly weren't a human. He and Lilia speak in the exact same way as you, so he has no reason to be concerned nor intrigued about it. However, your habit of forgetting your wallet is a bit vexing.

🐲 You're… a dragon? Really!? Oh, you have absolutely no idea just how extatic he is to meet another dragon! Er, well, he isn't exactly a dragon, but he is close to it. Whenever you show him your dragon form, he's even more in awe of you than he was before. Truly, you were the most majestic creature he has ever had the pleasure to bear witness to. He'll happily show you his own dragon form too; expect to set aside a few hours once every week so that you and Malleus can cuddle together in said forms.

🐲 Your Treasure, you say? My my, you're quite charming aren't you? Now, Malleus isn't one to be easily flustered, but knowing how important treasures are to dragons, you're practically getting down on one knee when you call him that. Of course, he's not cruel enough to leave the sentiment unreturned, so he's taken to calling you his jewel or his fallen star in reference to you coming from another world.

🐲 Believe it or not, Xiao actually tried to kill him upon their first meeting. The yaksha had mistakenly thought that he was a demon that had somehow followed you all the way here. Thankfully though, you calmed your son down, explained the situation and introduced the two. Malleus actually took quite the liking to him despite the initial frosty reception; saying how the adeptus reminded him of a more quiet version of Sebek.

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"My, look at you. Such a gorgeous mane of fur, those glossy brown scales, curled horns of glowing amber, and those cute whiskers you have. What a magnificent creature you are, my darling."

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Napping and Defending Friends

Pairing: Sanji x Straw hat!reader

Characters: Straw hat!reader, Sanji, Usopp, Zoro, Nami, Monkey D. Luffy, Kaya

Warnings: Sanji being sanji, everyone outing reader or sanji to the other, this is kinda cute, fluff, everyone is nosey as hell, everyone is tired of Sanji and reader going around one another's feelings, the last few lines with the crew make me giggle, reader is (not so secretly) a pirate with her own bounty 0-0

Word Count: 2,688

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You roll your eyes, listening to the two acting like children. You bump the green haired man to the side with your hip.�� "Shut up already. You two are acting immature for your age." You lift your plate. "I'll take more."

Sanji shakes his head to the left, moving his bangs away from his eye. He lifts the ladle, giving you a decent portion. "And I'll gladly feed those who enjoy my food."

Zoro rolls his eyes, leaving you two to flirt some more.

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The sound of Usopp's voice explaining what happened drew you all in, moving closer to listen to him.

You stop mid bite to listen. "I would ask to see his supposedly bloody fingers," you shrug. "But, whatever."

"Let him have his moment," Nami mutters.

"But it's more fun to get him stuttering if I make him tell the truth. It's very easy to break him into confessing."

"And I couldn't do it alone."

"Damn right you couldn't," you tell him, earning a chuckle from the group and your crew.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Let's hear it for the great captain Usopp," Luffy shouts.

Your lips tug to the side, "that's so not going to give him an ego boost."

Sanji chuckles, covering his mouth with his hand when Nami and Zoro turn to face him.

His eyes glance at you from the corner of his eyes and smiles, his heart races and stomach flutters at the sight of you (not so gracefully) scarfing down the food he cooked.

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The calm mood falls when Luffy's grandpa announces he and the marine’s arrival.

"Hey, gramps."

He narrows his eyes at you, never quite taking a liking to you like his grandson did.

Although, he did find comfort in the fact that the rubber man had someone to help and guide him (which is why he disliked you). It also didn't help that you would feed into his "becoming the future king of the pirates" dream.

Before you know it, the two family members are in battle.

Your anger gets the better of you and you forget what you've been proud to consider a usable future trait, think before doing. "Don't hurt, Luffy."

As your friend flies back, you manage to latch onto the man, his head between your hands with just a mere few inches keeping his spinal cord intact.

His nails scratch the top of your hands, the adrenaline keeping you from feeling the pain.

You try to slip your feet underneath his armpits to pull his arms back and away from you.

"Stop it," Luffy mutters, still trying to get air into his lungs.

"Huh?"

"Let go of him."

"But he-"

"This is my fight."

You grumble under your breath as you push yourself off him and if your foot accidentally finds its way into his back, oh well.

The old man grumbles the pain.

You glare at his grandpa during their fight, never letting your tense posture go.

Sanji's hand hovers over your shoulder, he hesitates to give you some sort or comfort; his hand falls beside him as the orange haired girl takes a step-in front of you, preventing you from slipping past them.

"This was all a test?"

"Go. Arlong's pirates are still on the island."

You scoff. "Now you don't want to be a dick."

The chef coughs to hide his amusement.

"Shut up."

"You can't tell me what to do Roro Zoro."

"I told you not to call me that."

You stick your tongue out at him.

"Children, I'm dealing with children," Nami mutters.

Sanji shoves his hands into his pockets.

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You sit across from the stove, observing the chef's knife skills.

"The harder you stare, the more likely he is to mess up," a deep voice brings you out of your thoughts.

"Do you want to try and do it?" You ask, resting your hand on your knuckles.

"You can't match his skill."

"You are too kind, madame."

"It's true. I still don't even know how you can do this, and I've been watching you prepare the vegetables for a while." You steal a chopped veggie and snack on it when the rubber man bursts in, setting a piece of paper on the counter.

"You finally got your own poster."

"Yeah, no more piggybacking off you."

"WHAT?"

"Nothing, look at the amount of berry's your wanted for."

"I know."

"Everyone's going to be after you now," Zoro tells him.

"Every bounty hunter is going to be after all of us in the East Blue," Nami adds.

"Finally, a challenge."

The orange haired girl shakes her head at you.

"Then it's a good thing we're not staying in the East Blue," Luffy explains.

You clap once. "Finally, you make sense. Let's go."

"Yes!" Luffy raises his hand for a high five which you gladly give to him.

"Come on, people. We're settin' sail. Move it."

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"Have you seen a barrel on deck?"

Your brows knit together. "Sanji, did you find a plant you shouldn't have?"

"No, I-" He chuckles, "no, no. I just- I have an idea." He calls for the others and everyone gathers around. He sets his foot on top of the barrel. "I am gonna find the all blue."

Next, naturally was your oldest friend, "I'm gonna become king of the pirates."

Zoro puts his foot up. "I'm gonna become the world's greatest swordsman."

And then, Nami. "I'm gonna draw a map of the world."

Followed by Usopp. He hesitates, unsure of what his promise should be. "I'm gonna be a brave warrior of the sea."

Now everyone's eyes fall on you. "Oh, it's my turn. Uh- I don't know what to say. I feel like I've gotten things I didn't know I needed."

"There has to be something," Luffy says.

You lift your leg, "I'm gonna promise never to forget who I am."

"That's too easy."

A faux chuckle escapes you. "It's easy to forget who you were and your code," you tell Luffy.

"Alright."

"I like it," Sanji says.

"Thank you. See I knew someone would." You stick your tongue out at the rubber man. "That's enough. I'm going back inside. I need a nap."

"I can get started preparing tonight's dinner." He basically skips after you.

"I hope they figure out whatever they have going on soon," Usopp shakes his head. "It's getting really..."

"Annoying," Zoro adds.

"It's not- it could be worse."

"How much worse than two people going around their feelings for one another." Nami raises a brow causing the storyteller to look away because he did the exact same thing with Kaya.

"That's not what we're talking about right now." The man pouts and walks inside, not wanting to be outed anymore.

"Has anyone else noticed how easily he follows her after she hugged him."

"Yeah," Luffy nods, agreeing with the storyteller. "Wait- what hug? They hugged and I missed it. Oh man."

Nami shakes her head, "is that what you're really focusing on right now?"

"Yes. I think he'd be good for her."

"You do?"

"Clearly he hit his head too hard during that fight with his grandpa," Zoro adds.

"We probably should've checked to see if he had a concussion before boarding," Nami says.

"Why are you guys talking like I'm not even here?"

The three shared a look and chuckled.

"C'mon, guys. Tell me, please?"

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You wake up from your nap to the smell of well-cooked food. You're still pleased Sanji decided to join the crew, it was time there was someone (else) who could prepare a nicely cooked meal and not burn eggs or not know how to cut a vegetable.

You lean against the doorway, enjoying the pleasant aroma of food coming from a few feet away.

"You're awake."

You open your eyes, not realizing you closed them. "Yes, I was persuaded to get out of bed because of what you're cooking."

"Is that the only reason?" He teases.

"Ask me again after I've finished my meal."

"Will you have a different answer?"

"Maybe."

He glances up from the ingredients he's mixing as the corner of his lips tugs upwards.

"In the meantime, I'll be over here with my eyes closed."

"Napping again?"

"No, just resting my eyes."

"If that's what you say, then I believe you."

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"Is anyone going to wake her up?" Luffy asks, munching on his meal.

"Why can't you do it?" Nami asks, "she's your friend."

"And?"

"What are you all babbling on about?"

"They're trying to wake her," Zoro uses his head to gesture to your sleeping figure.

"Are you all so scared to wake such," Sanji glances down at your relaxed face, "a beautiful creature?"

Usopp groans, taking another bite of his meal. "Do something already."

The chef places hands on your shoulders, lightly shaking you until he finds himself staring at the ceiling, gasping to get the air back into his lungs.

Your face comes into view. "What were you doing?" You push yourself off him.

He groans when you pull him up.

"Waking you," he groans. "I see why no one wakes you now."

"I said, I was sorry," you mumble.

"And that's why we leave her alone," Zoro tells him.

"Shut up, make fun of Luffy or Usopp's love for food and Kaya."

"Woah, woah. Don't drag me into this. I did nothing." The storyteller raises his hands, dropping the meat he had in his hands.

"You all are going to get brought into this."

"I'm just gonna-" Usopp runs around to the other side of the counter.

You chase after him, he counters going around; eventually you stop following him and jump up on the counter and launch yourself in his direction. But are unable to catch- "You're such a bug. I am this close to squashing you under my foot."

"Your fingers are touching," Nami points out.

"Exactly, orangie," you smile at her. "Can you put me down now?"

"Are you going to continue acting like a child in my kitchen?"

"That depends on the bug."

"She's not, hold her so I can finish my-" Usopp yelps when you reach out for him.

"Stop trying to attack your fellow crew members." Luffy orders you, food flying out of his mouth.

"How did you ever deal with him?" Sanji mumbles, unable to keep himself away from you, "he has no manners."

"I don't know." You shrug, taking a bite of the dinner he prepared (as he stands beside you, leaning against the counter). You moan as the flavors hit your tongue. "Again, I'm very," you pat his arm unable to open your eyes due to the richness of the seasonings hitting your tongue. "Very happy you decided to come aboard."

He chuckles, not at all trying to hide that his cheeks are enflamed from anyone. "I am happy to hear that, mademoiselle. That is what every chef lives to hear."

"But you're not every chef."

Nami groans, closing her eyes at the sudden headache. "Can you two stop flirting for two seconds so we can eat in peace?"

You open your eyes and stare. "If you don't like it, then leave. We are enjoying ourselves and if you don't like it, then shut up."

"But-"

You stick your tongue out and shove another spoonful into your mouth. She sighs and doesn't say anything else. "That's what I thought."

"Could you say that again?" The blond asks, breaking the silence.

"Which part?"

"The part where you don't deny us flirting with one another."

"Oh, yeah." You don't know what else to do and use your spoon to move around the carrots on your plate, not entirely focused.

On the one hand this could be good, and you'd be able to confess. Although on the other hand, he could reject you and that can potentially lead to some awkwardness between you, him, and the rest of the crew. And in the case, he tells you he doesn’t feel the same, you will respect his wishes.

Is this a risk you're willing to take?

You take a deep breath. "I won't because it's true."

The others don't know what to do, this is not what they were expecting after they just started to return on their adventure for the grand line.

His breath hitches, "oh?"

You nod. "It's hard to deny the facts when they're right in front of you. Plus, these guys would make sure to do something about it at some point."

"What?"

"No," Usopp and Luffy scoff, as if they're offended.

"Okay, maybe but only because we know you two are good for each other," the rubber man argues.

"See," you use your utensil to point at the two. "They'd definitely be the first to try and plan something for us."

"Appreciate the thought boys, but I am capable of taking things into my own hands." He wraps an arm around your shoulders, leading you outside.

-

"Are you sure it's safe to leave them alone? I think we should go back."

He tilts his head, the corner of his lips tugged upwards. "Are you, dare I ask, afraid to be alone with me?"

You scoff, "hardly."

"Then why don't you admit it?"

"Admit what?"

"That you like me."

You roll your eyes, "you're crazy."

"Am I? Or is that maybe you don't want to admit it fully to yourself because you were perfectly fine admitting that we were flirting, so what makes this so different?"

"Okay, fine." You walk back and forth along the deck. "Maybe, I do."

"I'm going to need more than that."

You stomp your foot and speed walk to him. "I am not going to repeat myself for the sake of you just wanting me to repeat myself because-"

You barely have any time to acknowledge the kiss until his breath fans against your lips. "I figured I'd save you this time."

You frown. "This doesn't make up for when I saved you and Usopp at the Baratie."

He nods, "I know." He glances from one eye to the other, "this does." And he does it again.

You put a hand on his chest, pulling away this time. "We have an audience."

"What?"

"To your left."

He glances over at them and back at you, a hint of mischief twinkling. "Let's give them a show."

"Wha-"

He presses his hand against your back, cupping the base of your neck as he tips you down.

Usopp and Luffy cheer as Nami and Zoro give looks of disapproval (even though they're happy you two did something about your feelings).

"Okay, that's enough. We get it, you two are together and you knew we were here."

The blond pulls back and smirks down at your flushed face, winking when you catch his gaze. "We didn't know you were there, forgive us."

You owlishly blink, not at all focusing on everything going on around you. You return your attention onto him, feeling his thumb brushing against your side since your shirt had risen from his show.

"Are you alright?"

You nod, "I'm fine."

"Are you? I feel as though you are not. I shouldn't have done that, shouldn't I?" He shakes his head at his behavior. "I know, I know. I'm sorry but I- I was excited."

You gently remove his hand from you before stomping past Zoro (who puts his foot out to trip the chef).

"What? What did I do?"

You groan and spin around. "You make it so hard to be mad at you."

All the worry leaves his body. He happily chases after you. "What can I do to make it less hard on you? Not be as cute, perhaps."

Nami nods, "I'm gonna go puke now."

"Ah, come on. They're not that bad."

The echoes of Sanji's voice playing coy can be heard out onto the deck.

"It's cute," Luffy shrugs.

"They won't be as cute when he has to wake her up," Zoro adds.

"Oh, that's a good idea," Usopp nods. "Make him the target."

Nami covers her face with her hand. "You're an idiot."

"What?"

"Stupid says what," Zoro mumbles.

"What?"

"I rest my case," the orange haired girl adds.

Return to: Part I

[dylan-duke]

Quinn going out with the guys and Nora asking her bubbe and grandpa where he went and why she didn’t get to go have fun too

he goes out in detroit with some of his umich guys and nora wakes up from her nap and he's gone.

"i go!" nora yells as ellen explains were quinn is,

"honey its an adult dinner. you'll see him tomorrow morning!" nora pouts,

"daddy take me always!" she yells in retaliation. ellen sighs moving to scoop her niece up into her arms,

"how about after dinner gramps and i take you for ice cream?" she asks trying to please the little girl. nora thinks about it for a second before she nods,

"double scoop?" she asks causing ellen to chuckle then kiss her cheek,

"of course you silly goose,"

[trashboatprince]

I'm still on a writing streak of just doing stuff with Fourteen, it seems.

Soooo... I wanted to write up something with their first night of being a retired Doctor, after Fifteen departed for his own adventures.

As always, I use they/them for Fourteen, but because they never correct anyone on this because they don't care, other characters will refer to them with 'he/him/his'. It's not rude, they just don't know.

On with the fic!

--

The Doctor stood there quietly, staring at the spot where the bi-generated TARDIS had been standing. Where had it flown off to? To another planet? Maybe to Barcelona? The planet, not the city.

Maybe it was in the past, lots of years and days the Doctor had never visited yet. Or into the future, lots there too.

Or maybe he's just in the vortex, having a fun time exploring his TARDIS as this Doctor had with their own.

"Ready to go?" Donna asked, a hand gently touching their shoulder.

The Doctor's eyes glanced at the spot where their TARDIS had stood. It was moved now, UNIT was going to take it to the location where the Noble-Temple family had been staying for a few days now. Apparently, it was a both a safe house and a temporary home until UNIT could fix their old one.

With a bit of work, the Doctor could repair the damage with the TARDIS. It was a bit troublesome to repair damaged buildings as such, but the Doctor could do it. None of the Time Lords were around to stop them.

They could be in the TARDIS now, flying to the location, but in their dazed state of just... taking all of this in, they had agreed with Donna about just letting someone drive them there in a car. Donna had said something about the Doctor needing some rest, and a tired Time Lord piloting sounded like a dreadful idea.

Probably was, actually way. The Doctor had once nearly flown the old girl into a white dwarf because they had been awake for two weeks straight without a single nap. Not one of their better moments, really.

"Yeah." The Doctor finally replied, gently bouncing on their feet. Oh, right, they had no shoes. He had gotten them in the bi-generation. What an odd thing, they wondered if he'd stop by to return them. And then shirt. And the tie. And maybe the undergarments. Oh, and the socks.

"He'll be alright." They heard Donna say, then felt her take their hand. "Just as you will be. Come on, I called Shaun, he said the family is safe and sound. Kate had given them the armband things. Gramps is with 'em."

"Good." The Doctor nodded. "Was worried about Wilf, but he's stubborn, he'd be fine anyway."

Donna smiled at them, walking them towards the elevators. They rode them down quietly, the Doctor's mind buzzing with thoughts while their body felt like it had ran five marathons in five hours.

Fifteen hours.

Is that really how long they'd been this Doctor? So much had happened from the moment they stood on that cliff, confused and excited. They had fought Daleks, a Sycorax queen, accidentally helped in the genesis of the Daleks, told a bedtime story, reunited with their best friend in order to stop an evil, adorable warlord, scarred themself for life by fighting a clone at the edge of the universe, and now just bi-generated while fighting one of their most terrifying enemies.

Had they stopped?

Even for a moment? Or was it only a slow moment in the chaos?

The New Doctor and Donna were right, they needed to stop and rest.

The next thing the Doctor noticed was that they were outside, being led to a discreet UNIT car, where a kind looking employee stood, smiling at him. "Thank you." She said as she opened the door for them and Donna.

"You're welcome." The Doctor smiled back, giving a nod, before slipping into the backseats.

Once they and Donna were in, the employee went to the driver's side and got in, and started to drive off. The Doctor leaned back into the seat, sighing softly. The rumbling of the car, the soft music from the radio (was that Moonlight Serenade they heard?), and Donna leaning against them had the Doctor feeling relaxed for the first time since they sat on top of the TARDIS, eating ice cream with one of the most important people they've ever met.

They didn't even register that they'd fallen asleep until someone gently shook them.

"Is he alright?" They heard the driver ask.

"Yeah, the dumbo's finally ran out of steam. He can rest when he's inside, but for now, up and at 'em!" Donna said, pushing the Doctor up from where they had been leaning against her.

They blinked a few times, glancing about. Outside the windows was a nice, average looking home. Two stories, a cute garden, totally normal. UNIT knows how to blend in when they have to.

They got out and stretched, wincing as their bare feet touched the pavement. Once they got back into the TARIDS, they'd get into some new shoes. Probably some new clothes.

The driver waited until Donna was out before driving off, and a moment later the front door of the home opened. Rose was standing there before she rushed out, hugging her mother tightly. "Mum! You're okay! Oh, you're okay!"

"Course I am!" Donna laughed, tears spilling from her eyes. "Oh, honey, are you? Everything alright?"

"Totally okay! Totally fine!" Rose smiled as she pulled back, then looked at the Doctor. "You're okay too!"

Suddenly, the Doctor found themself with their arms full of Rose Noble. They blinked, before returning the hug, smiling. "Right as rain! Just really, really tired."

"You look like you could use a nap." She laughed before glancing down. "Where's your shoes?"

"Long story." Donna sighed dramatically. "Really long story. Come on, I want inside! I'm starving and exhausted, and in need of a good sit down! You too, space man."

The Doctor followed quietly into the home, where they were greeted by a grateful Shaun, who thanked them for keeping Donna safe and for saving the world (had Donna mentioned that?). Sylvia and the Doctor exchanged looks, a silent thank you and you're welcome. Wilf was practically jumping for joy in his chair, and the Doctor rushed over, giving him a hug.

"I told you! I told you all that he'd save us! He always does!" Wilf cheered.

"Yeah, but our Donna helped too! If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have figured out who was behind the Giggle." The Doctor stated.

"The Giggle?" Shaun frowned. "What's the Giggle?"

"We'll... tell you over dinner." Donna waved a hand about. "Speaking of, what's on the menu!"

--

In all of the time that the Doctor had known Donna, they had only attended a few dinners with her family, and they weren't exactly... great.

There was the haunted house thing, that turned out to be alien ghosts. They were supposed to have spaghetti hoops, but due to a spook, they had pizza instead.

Then there was the whole thing involving Wilf's old friend, and when the Doctor had stupidly gotten involved with an issue between Donna and Sylvia. That had ended terribly. The food was alright though.

Would the whole Beep the Meep thing count as one? Kinda, maybe, probably. It was dinner time. It had smelled pretty good.

The Doctor watched the family before them, catching up in the few days they and Donna had been gone. Neither of them had talked about what happened when the TARDIS had taken off after the coffee thing, Donna hadn't bothered to mention it.

The Doctor was thankful for that.

They quietly ate, finding that vegan chicken alfredo was actually pretty tasty. Apparently, Rose was vegan, or vegetarian, they weren't quite sure, so a lot of meals were planned with her preference in mind. The Doctor had eaten meals like this, their sixth incarnation had been a vegetarian himself, and made a smashing good nut loaf.

Well, the Doctor found that this body seemed to like this sort of thing too, and still liked bananas, considering they ate two while dinner was being made. Donna was strict, saying they needed the energy, and the Doctor didn't complain.

However, they discovered that tea was absolutely disgusting to this new-old mouth. Which was a shame, this old face loved tea, it helped them back on that Christmas day so many years ago. Well, regeneration was a gamble, you never knew what would change.

"Alright, alright," Rose spoke up, "you're stalling. What happened while you two were off in the stars? What happened when you came back?"

The Doctor swallowed their bite of food and set down their fork. "Oh, just... a few random stops throughout history. Accidentally met Sir Issac Newton. Who, let me tell you, was hot."

Rose snorted at this and Donna cackled. The Doctor side-eyed her. "You brought it up first!"

"Oh yeah, sure, Mr. 'He was so hot!'" Donna smirked and the Doctor promptly looked away.

"Anyway, we ended up... uh... we ended up on a space ship, several trillion miles away from here." They scratched the back of their neck. "The edge of the universe."

"There's an edge?" Wilf asked.

"Yeah." Donna added. "It was surreal, just... nothingness. For miles and miles, a voice of nothing but the dark."

It was quiet, and the air was heavy. "Why was there a ship there?" Sylvia asked.

The Doctor toyed with their fork. "Wormhole, my guess. Deposited it there. It was void of life."

"But what about-" Donna started, but the Doctor looked at her.

"They were Not-Things. They told us they were not alive."

The silence returned, and the Doctor took a drink of water from their glass before continuing. "I'm not... ready to talk about that stuff yet. We escaped, that's what matters. Then we ended up here, with Wilf. And UNIT took us to their headquarters, where Donna figured out what was making people act so angry."

And they told what happened, with Donna adding in. They told about the Giggle, and the toy shop, but not what horrors they saw in there, neither were ready for that. The Doctor talked about the Toymaker, and what he was like.

Donna mentioned the weird musical number. The Doctor spoke about the bi-generation.

"So... there's two Doctors now?" Rose questioned, looking excited at the idea. "That's never happened before!"

"It's a myth of the Time Lords. An impossible regeneration, but possible in the strangest of circumstances, like when being killed by a being from another dimension."

"Or having regenerative energy stored in your extra body part coming into contact with a human?" Donna asked and the Doctor tapped their nose.

"Exactly. Impossible, but possible under circumstance." They turned back to Rose. "He's out there, the Doctor, doing what we always do."

"But what about you?" Sylvia spoke up. "What will you do? You're not running off with my daughter again. If you try, I'll slap you into next week!"

"And I don't doubt it." The Doctor frowned, the slap had healed easily, thanks to still being within the first fifteen hours of regeneration, but it had HURT.

They sighed, slumping in their seat. "I'm honestly not sure what I'll do. I think I'm grounded for a while, which isn't bad. I think. I dunno, I've never done... domestics before. Well. I have. But not this me, the meta-crisis me has."

"How do you know that?" Donna tilted her head.

The Doctor gave her a lopsided grin. "Weird shenanigans! Met Rose, Rose Tyler, when I was all chins and bow ties, but also when I was curly haired and having memories issues. Long, long story! But she told me she's living a good life with her husband, the other me, and they have a daughter! Oh, I bet she's brilliant! My friends always have brilliant kids!"

They grinned at Rose now, who laughed, giving him a small swat on the arm.

They laughed a little before looking at the family before them. "The other me, the New Doctor, he wants me to relax, to take it easy. Donna wants that too. Guess it's what I'm set to do for a while. Not sure what that entails, but it might mean a job. Or a house. Oh! I've never owned a house before. I had a car once, I wonder if Bessie is still about..."

The conversation lightened after that, with the family chattering about their own homes, the fact that Sylvia needed a new car, which she said with a nasty glare at the Doctor, and how Donna got a job at UNIT. When did that happen? Oh, who cares, Donna would be perfect for UNIT, her bossy attitude and office skills would have that place running perfectly!

After dinner and dishes, Shaun gave Donna and the Doctor a tour of the house, where the bedroom of the bottom floor was for Wilf and Sylvia to share, since she wasn't great on the stairs either. Upstairs had a room for him and Donna, one that Rose occupied, and the last guest room was, well...

"You... want me to stay here with you guys?" The Doctor asked, dumbfounded. "Why?"

Donna scoffed. "Of course we do! You're now part of the family! And don't tell me you aren't, space man! You and I have been through so much together, and because of you, my family is safe and sound. Hell, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have my family. I wouldn't have Shaun and Rose."

She took his hand, giving it a good squeeze. "You're one of us now, as long as you're here with us. With me."

The Doctor stared at her quietly, blinking twice.

Sarah Jane Smith had once told this face ages ago that they had the biggest family in the world. And now it felt like it just got a little bit bigger.

They swallowed, their eyes felt wet, and they grinned. "I'll be the most annoying sibling."

"Never had a sibling before, but I don't doubt it." Donna laughed. "Didn't expect anything less."

--

The family was asleep, and the Doctor was in the TARDIS. It had been in the backyard before they arrived, but they only just not slipped out to check on her.

They took a trip into the wardrobe to grab some clothes and supplies for their room in the house. "You can believe it? A bedroom? In a house? Weird! But hey, it's got a bunk bed in it! You know I love a bunk bed! Bunk beds are cool."

THe TARDIS hummed in response as the Doctor dressed in their jimjams, the familiar pair they had worn over the years, a gift from Jackie Tyler. It was nice that they still fit. They tied their robe closed and looked up at the ceiling. "I'll check on you tomorrow, alright?"

She hummed again, lights changing to green, the faint scent of wet grass and pine entered their nose. She knew they'd keep that promise.

Then, faintly, they heard a knock, from far away. The lights changed to orange, and the scent of warmth, spices, and sunshine came to the Doctor.

Grabbing their overnight bag, they rushed out to the console room and heard a knock from the doors. They ran down the platform and threw open the doors, but saw no one.

"Hello?" They said, glancing around at the dark yard.

Glancing down, they noticed something at their feet. A pile of clean clothing, a pair of shoes, and a note written in a familiar language of circles and lines.

'You forgot something, kid. See you later.'

The Doctor laughed, shaking their head as they heard the distant sounds of a fading TARDIS.

Maybe resting would be okay. He was doing just fine, so why shouldn't they?

They had a family to help them along the way.

Putting their clothes into the bag, the Doctor closed the doors to the TARDIS and made their way back into the house, for their first night of temporary retirement.

--

I love getting to throw in references to audio stories, books, and comics into my fics.

Also, I do color association for characters and orange is very much Fifteen's color. So, if I do more of these little notes from him to Fourteen, they'll be in orange. Fourteen would be blue.

[spacebread-7]

Thinking about the agents, more specifically how (almost) all of them are thoroughly traumatized in some way because of the Squidbreak Splatoon.

Spoilers and a very long HC post below the cut

Ok so obv Callie and Marie had the pressure of being idols since they were young, which couldn't have been healthy. Not to mention the entirety of splatoon 2 where Callie was taken and brainwashed by Octavio, Marie having to literally jfk her own cousin to save her, the amount of trauma these two have been through have been rough. S3 didn't help either with the whole "I just sent a 15 year old into space" thing going on, along with the stress of Gramps nearly fucking dying on them??? Their only calm after EVERYTHING that happened was finally winning a splatfest together, and that was grandfest. It took over a decade for them to finally be happy.

Craig didn't have it too great either. His whole gay beef with Octavio resulting in the Great Turf War and recruiting his (as far as we know) only family to help him fight??? That right there was a losing battle (3 v 100000+) and it only gets worse. Mf has firsthand dealt with so much in his lifespan, I'm shocked he's still hanging around. He trained Agent 3 and went with them to fight on multiple occasions, braced the Deepsea Metro with 8 and nearly got fucking blended in the process, got turned into a freeze-dried fruit loop after Mr Grizz got his paws on him after he met Neo 3 and hell, I'm sure he's had to help Agent 4 at some point, too. Bro has been through so much and he still managed to stay positive somehow???? He made amends with Octavio after the S3 storymode and they sit together at grandfest like old pals! Craig deserves the fucking world, even if he's a senile old man.

And the agents. Oh boy the agents. Cap'n 3 has seen it all. From fighting Octavio on multiple fronts, getting fucked up and sanitized by Tartar and forced to fight 8, taking Craig's place as Captain, watching the newbie go into FUCKING SPACE???? It's no wonder they don't talk in S3. And you can make the argument that it's because they were once the player character, but I view it as Cap'n 3 is so tired, they just don't want to talk most of the time. And I don't blame them one bit. They've grown up in the Squidbreak Splatoon only knowing to face danger head-on, and when the time came for them to take a seat, they had to get back up again immediately. I just wish after the S3 storymode, they finally got a nap or something.

Agent 4 is by far one of the most forgotten in the NSS. Only Marie really knows her, and even then, doesn't say much to her. 4 had to go on a whole expedition (in the height of the war, mind you) to go rescue Callie FROM BEHIND ENEMY LINES. And they fought rough. I don't doubt that 4 has some serious trauma from both being overlooked the entire time and from being a little kid forced to fight for their life. And they weren't even fighting for themselves. Their entire mission is just to save Callie. Homegirl probably didn't give a FUCK considering the most hyped group at the time was OTH. And the worst part is that we never hear about what happened to her after the mission! She's never brought up again! The closest we get is the enemy bosses in Side Order, and that's (once again) 4 being exploited, if that even is her!! Someone give this girl a hug!!

Agent 8 has truly seen better days. Girl is an ex-Octarian soldier who's seeking freedom and doesn't know not to trust the metro. All she knew was that her friends went that way and never came back, so it's logical to think that it was an escape route. To this day I have no fucking clue how gramps got onto the metro but I feel bad for 8 because if I was stuck in an empty train for an undetermined amount of time with some Eminem-wannabe-80-year-old, I'd believe Tartar too. Also CQ-Cumber was kind of a dick to 8 the entire time, pushing her to go through the ENTIRE metro just to find the "thangs", which she never got an explanation for until Tartar combined them and TRIED TO FUCKING BLEND HER ALIVE WITHOUT WARNING. The only reason she's still alive is because 3 came to help, and Tartar took her and turned her against 8 too! Girly can't catch a break! The only thing you get from beating that fight is a toothpick, by the way, so 8 is literally just being beat while she's down. On the other hand, after being rescued, she has to go with OTH and Gramps to not only save 3 but stop Tartar from NUKING THE EARTH?! THIS OCTO NEEDS SOME THERAPY AND SHE NEEDS IT NOW. But even after Octo Expansion, she can't even rest because of Side Order!!!! Give her a goddamn break, Nintendo! Damn!

And last but certainly not least, Neo 3 and Little Buddy. Yes I'm including Little Buddy, he's an agent in my heart. Anyway. This chick was literally minding her own business in Splatsville, having just moved there given by her clothes at the start of the game, and yoink! no time for having fun and, you know, living, when the NSS needs new agents! I love how unserious Neo is the entire time because she just Does. Not. Give. A Fuck. About anything Craig is yapping about! With the help of Little Buddy, she beats the SHIT out of Octavio, traverses the entirety of Alterna, whooping all of Deep Cut's asses in the process, dragging random garbage pieces back to base for Cap'n to figure out what to do with them. And the best part? The entire time they're doing this, she's just doing it to feed Little Buddy. Bro is hungry and only fuzzy ooze can suffice, and luckily Alterna is COVERED in that shit. He's fed and happy, Neo is slaying, life is good, but all that hits the fan when Mr Grizz reveals near-dead Grandpa and you what this absolute unit of an inkling does? She doesn't give a fuck, that's what! She just stands there like "bro deserved it for snatching me off the street"! An icon! She also looks excited to go to space! And seeing the people she beat up (Deep Cut, Octavio) turn around and help her??? That has gotta be huge for her. While she's up there in space, Little Buddy goes fucking Super Saiyan at the first three notes of Calamari Inkantation and turns into a FUCKING BEHEMOTH that absolutely DOGSHITS on Grizz and saves the world! They're both iconic and unbothered in the slightest and I love that for both of them.

To make a long post short, everyone in the NSS needs extensive therapy. Except Neo. She was too busy serving cunt the entire time to be traumatized.

[forasecondtherewedwon]

salt-and-vinegar dreams

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Pairing: Percy/Annabeth Rating: T Word Count: 1256

Summary: Percy might have an evil, prophesizing grandpa hijacking his dreams, but he also has Annabeth, and she's welcome any time.

Based on Percy’s extensive and up-close experience of bullying and recess dynamics, Camp Half-Blood makes no sense. Sure, if he compares pretty much any aspect of his life among mostly humans to his life here, there are some fairly glaring differences, but this is what stands out:

Out there, a kid who wins a fight becomes the Toughest Kid, and nobody wants to mess with that kid. In here, a kid who wins a fight also becomes the Toughest Kid, but everybody wants to fight them to see how they measure up—even if, instead of pushing another kid down on the playground and kicking sand in their lunch, they clobbered the god of war with a humongous wave. Percy kinda gets it, in a weird way, like he’s kinda getting everything about this, being here, being who he is. But he’s also tired.

He’s tired of dodging Clarisse’s attempts to take her turn at him. He’s tired of turning his last conversation with Luke around and around in his mind until it becomes a whirlpool it’s hard to pull back from. He’s tired of the dreams. Sinister, persistent. Always at the cottage in Montauk, which really pisses Percy off because that’s their place, his and his mom’s, but as soon as things go all dark and foggy, he can’t keep Kronos out. Just once, he’d like to tell that trespassing asshole there’s no welcome mat for a reason, maybe slam the door in the face he keeps hidden under a hood like preserving maximum spookiness when Percy already knows who he is isn’t the lamest thing in either this world or the subbasement the Titans call home. Instead of being stuck in the front room, Percy would like to run deeper into the cottage to grab the baseball bat he knows is somewhere in his room (back of the closet? Under the bed?) and use it to crack that dumb lantern he carries. He’d like to rush Kronos before he reaches the door, keep him outside and chase him around, spraying him with the garden hose.

Yeah, there’s a lot Percy’d like to try. At the top of that list is a good night’s sleep. These new Kronos-flavoured dreams suck; like a watered-down salt and vinegar from the heavy fog. And when he wakes up? Clammy skin from that fog, and the general bitter aftertaste anyone might associate with interacting with their creepy pit-grandpa. Zero out of ten.

So he’s a little worn out.

While everyone else is cramming their final days at camp with hand-to-hand combat—plus other normal stuff kids do for fun—Percy’s getting really into afternoon naps. Oh, that’s supposed to be an old-person thing? Uno reverse, Gramps. He already has the Poseidon cabin to himself, so it’s not hard to find a quiet spot. Even with his shiny-new status as the Ass-Kicker of Ares, the Mount Olympus Backtalker, the Lotus Casino Strip Poker Champ (ok, maybe the rumours are getting out of hand), the other campers don’t usually seek him out here. His guess is that the cabin stood empty so long that it became sorta mythically untouchable. Maybe that makes him the murky algae growing on the glass of the haunted aquarium, but he doesn’t care. He just wants to sleep.

Except one person never hesitates at the threshold. She doesn’t seem to mind the fishermen’s cathedral aesthetic or the unusual light; it spills down through tall, diamond-paned windows and reflects off the lap pool to cast a wavy aurora maris on the ceiling. Annabeth’s not daunted by the creak of suspended skeletons or the lobster traps piled by the door (why?).

She gives him the face that says he’s making a stupid choice which may or may not actually be wrong (she’s still deciding) and asks, “Why aren’t you outside?”

“I’m the demigod version of Superman: I prefer my solitude,” he says, then pauses. “Or, I guess Clark Kent, ’cause I’m not on duty.”

Annabeth frowns.

“Who?”

“Just… this journalist. Doesn’t matter.”

“You felt like being alone?” she somehow translates, sifting through the broken oysters of his words for the pearls.

He looks at her, her head tilt that could be cautious except he knows it’s thoughtful, her steps that miss all the squeaky boards his personal water feature has swollen with damp, the way her straightforward question spreads like a ripple—you felt like being alone alone alone alone?—because her eyes keep asking it after her lips close. Her feet keep walking into his abandoned marine museum, his one-storey lighthouse, his rejected Little Mermaid film set. He looks at her.

“Not… exactly,” he says, liking her here. “I was just gonna try to get some sleep.”

“Would it be alright if I stayed?”

There’s this feeling in Percy’s chest—sore and warped, but warm and still. He’s glad she asked; it means he doesn’t have to. It would’ve come out of his mouth wrong, fumbled and awkward, even though they’ve slept near each other before, basically the whole quest. He nods; it’s alright if she wants to stay. He can’t say he’ll probably be able to sleep better with her watching over him, that, actually, he’s scared a lot of the time, but not so much with her nearby. Even if their eyes are closed and their defenses are down.

Though Percy doesn’t stray from tradition and put his guard up as he lies down on his cot, there’s an awareness of a different nature. Annabeth darts a look at him like she’s suspicious that he’s going to keep watching her, but then she does something kind: she sits at the edge of the pool, right in his line of sight. She has her back to him as she strokes her hand back and forth through the water. Percy rolls onto his back, exhales. He’s not going to fall asleep, but he’s watching the light change on the ceiling, and he’s listening to the gentle waves break against the sides of the pool, and his eyelids are feeling heavy…

The cottage surrounded by darkness.

Kronos with the swaying lantern, the billowing cloak.

Percy: wide-eyed to be suddenly adrift inside his own mind, the cottage a trick.

An ominous message, full of blame, full of a sickening pride, full of ownership and control and—

Do you ever dream about Mom?

The look in his dad’s eyes, and then falling, but falling through light, falling like floating on water.

Percy knows he’s still sleeping—it’s the one similarity between this scene and his seaside encounter with Kronos—because he’s looking down at the lap pool from above. The water’s serene, undisturbed.

When he faces Kronos, does his body give clues? Does he twitch or flinch or groan? Anything that might call Annabeth away from the pool? Because she’s sitting there on his cot, holding his hand while he sleeps. Did he do something to make her scared for him, or is it another thing? A scared-if-you-don’t-feel-this-too thing. Scared if you do. Percy doesn’t know if this is real, but the feeling of wanting it to be is. They’re just… a good team. And if his tired brain was reaching for an antidote to Kronos’s unwelcome invasion of his subconscious, yeah, it coulda done worse than Annabeth’s hand tucked into his, light on her braids casting shadows like sea turtle ribs.

She’s looking at him. Her head tilts, and it could be cautious, wary, unsure.

Except Percy knows it’s thoughtful. She’s always thinking.

Right now, she’s thinking about him.

[bella-goths-wife]

hi! i absolutely love your story with the kid reader of the lost boys jabsksnd

i don’t know if this will make sense as a request or if you’ll wanna of it, and i’ll completely understand!!

kid reader maybe around 5-7 years old, getting picked up by the boys from somewhere, like daycare or something, the reader has a little kid fuss about not wanting to put their shoes on, and as one of the dads tries to force the shoes on, they get kicked in the face by the reader !! either it just hurts like hell or they’re wearing sunglasses and it breaks them, the rest is up to you ! this is just such a kid thing to do baksbd

thank you🫶

Home time

Lost boys x reader

You loved your grandpa max. He was your idol, you looked at him like he hung the moon and the stars. That’s why you adored going over to his home. You would spend your time with him doing your hair and teaching you languages or cuddling up with his bell hound and watching movies.

The only time you didn’t like at your grandpas was going home time.

One of the boys would pick you up after feeding and would take you home before putting you to bed on the communal nest which would later turn into your bedroom.

Your fathers didn’t particularly like the arrangement because you tended to have a fit whenever it was time to go home, take tonight for example.

You had spent a great Saturday with your grandpa and the boys had come to pick you up all together this time so they could minimise the tantrum.

“Ready to go princess?” Dwayne says as he wakes up your five year old from the nap you were having on the couch, Dwayne silently cursed max for this because now you would be cranky and you wouldn’t sleep through the night

“No” you mumble out as you close your eyes again

With a sigh Dwayne sits you up gently on the couch and shushes you

“C’mon princess, it’s home time” Dwayne whispers to you gently

“Noo” you whine out in a typical kid fashion “I wanna stay with gramps”

“Well you can’t” David grumbled out and Dwayne shoots him glare

“What daddy means is” Dwayne passive aggressively corrects and David rolls his eyes “we need to go home”

Dwayne picks up your shoes and goes to grab your foot but you weasel your way out of his grasp before sticking out your tongue at him childishly.

“Let me try” marko says as he crouched in front of you “baby, can you be good and let me put your shoes on?”

“No!” You yell out and you try to squirm away

Paul catches you and holds you in his arms. This would have been affectionate if you didn’t smell the weed and blood coming from him, you didn’t know what the smell was or the implications yet but you knew it smelt horrible.

“Can you put your boots on baby?” Paul asks as he sways you in a way that he thinks is comforting but in actuality it makes you nauseous “for your favourite dad?”

You squeal and you squirm to get out of his hold. Marko scolds Paul for letting you go while you run around them, only to run into David.

David picks you up and puts you back on the couch. He gives you a warning glare before he reaches for your shoes. He grabs one of your little booties and then pulls your foot in his hand.

This caused you to squeal and in a reflex your other leg goes back and launches him in the nose. David groans and holds his nose in pain while the others share an ‘oh shit’ expression.

David is about to speak when max enters the room and smirks at the scene

“What did you do little one?” Max asks as he crouched in front of you “did you kick your daddy?”

You nod shyly, worried about getting a scolding from your grandpa. You never got told off by your grandpa but the fear was always there since you saw him yell at your dads.

“I’m sure he did something to deserve it” max says with a smile as he grabs you boots “shall we put your shoes on now?”

You nod and you stick your feet out to him with a giddy smile. Max chuckles as he puts your shoes on and pats your head lovingly before picking you and and kissing your cheek.

“I’ll see you next week sweetheart” he says as he hands you to David with a smirk, it was like a metaphorical middle finger to him

“Good bye boys” max says with a smirk as he watches them grumble and leave.

Dwayne may have been your favourite dad growing up, but max was definitely your favourite person.

[authorautumnbanks]

One Night (11)

"Good morning, Ijichi-san!" Kagome chimes as she opens the door further so he can step inside. "Sorry, Satoru is still sleeping, but if you're hungry, I'm still making breakfast and lunch."

"Gojo-san is still sleeping?" Ijichi-san scratches his cheek as he slides his shoes off.

"Yeah..." Kagome turns her head away. Her cheeks warm. "Koushi is hanging out in his playpen. You can eat at the table or on the couch. It's your choice. I made some pancakes, milk bread, eggs, salmon, onigiri with tuna, and I made some takoyaki."

"... You made all that this morning?"

"Well, I prepped some last night. Did you want to take some for lunch?" Kagome walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge. "I thought about steaming some vegetables because Satoru doesn't eat nearly as many as he should." She closes the fridge door and glances at Ijichi, who looks far too frail in her opinion. "Feel free to help yourself. I'm going to get Satoru up." Kagome smiles at Ijichi-san and heads to the bedroom.

Satoru lies on his stomach with his arms under the pillow. Kagome stares at him for a moment and then turns towards the closet to pick out his uniform. Hands wrap around her waist right as she grabs the clothes from the hanger.

"Whatcha doin?"

"Getting your clothes ready." She tilts her head up. "Ijichi-san is in the kitchen eating breakfast."

Satoru's eyes twitch. "That so... Ijichi sure is getting spoiled these days."

"Well, he is a bit frail looking. I don't think he is getting enough nutrients. Can you be home by 6?"

His brows furrow together before smoothing out. "For you, yeah, I can be here by 6."

"... Do you need the shikigami to take any missions? Mama sent me a text this morning inviting us over for dinner. Figured you would want us to all go as a family." She turns around and holds the clothes close to her chest. "I know it's last minute."

"How much does your mom know? What's the play here?"

"About what? Us?"

Satoru chuckles. "No, you're mine. I'm not hiding that. I meant about cursed energy. Does she know what you can do?"

Oh. That's what he's worried about.

"Mama doesn't know about curses, though Gramps might. As far as I go... she knows I'm a priestess, but she doesn't know what I can do since there's never been any real reason for her to see me in action. It'll be fine. You don't have to sugarcoat anything around my family." Her eyes drift down. Satoru likes to sleep shirtless and in a pair of sweats.

"Baby," Satoru starts, voice slightly strangled.

"What do you want for your birthday?" Satoru's birthday is next month and if it's something extravagant, then she needs some time to get the gifts together. Then there's also getting the new house together. She has yet to order any furniture for it and with the way Satoru has been hounding the realtor to speed up the process, she should probably start on that sooner than later.

"You."

Kagome meets his eyes and bites her lip. Ijichi-san's cries float through the walls and the moment is ruined. She gives Satoru a look, and he sighs. "Koushi must have scared him again."

"Who gets beat up by an infant?"

"Satoru."

"I could get you off in five."

Kagome flushes. Satoru is so candid about the things he wants to do to her. It's not something she is used to, but she doesn't hate it.

"Gojo-san!"

"You should save Ijichi-san," Kagome says, a bit reluctantly. It is far too easy to get swept away by Satoru. She needs to keep a clear head around him.

Satoru hums. "What time does Koushi go down for a nap?"

"Are you trying to play hooky from work?"

"Well... if I had extra support today, it wouldn't be playing hooky so much as delegating."

Kagome holds the clothes with one hand and rubs her forehead with her other. "Satoru, if you interrupt my nap time, I'm more likely to edge you and leave you hanging so I can sleep."

His eyes lighten. "Sounds like fun."

"Huh? You'd like that?" Kagome's mouth drops. She didn't mean it, but Satoru is taking her words for truth.

"I'd love to be at the mercy of you. You like bondage?"

Kagome tilts her head to the side. "Can't say I've ever done it. You want me to bind you?"

"There are no bindings that can hold me."

"But I'm a priestess," she points out. "I can put a seal on the rope so you can't get out unless I want you to."

Satoru hums and looks at his wrists. "Anything else you want me to pick up?"

"Clamps." She waits for the disgust to flint across his face, but it never does. Satoru smiles at her so brightly she almost needs sunglasses. "You're such a pervert," she says with a snort.

"Oink oink."

She laughs as she brushes past him.

"GOJO-SAN!"

Oh. She forgot about Ijichi-san. Koushi's giggles follow Ijichi-san's cries, which grow louder in volume.

"I'll save him," Satoru says, stretching his arms above his head. He lets out a groan as he lowers his arms. "He better not have eaten all the food," he mutters as he walks out of the room.

Does Satoru not like Ijichi-san? She frowns as she sets Satoru's clothes on the bed. That can't be it. Ijichi-san has a key to the apartment. Satoru wouldn't give that away unless he trusts Ijichi-san.

"Kagome!" Satoru calls. "You gotta look at this."

Oh boy. That can't be good. Kagome heads out of the room and stops at the scene. Poor Ijichi-san's hands are gone and in their place are cymbals. His once freshly ironed black suit and tie are gone and replaced with some kind of fox costume. Kagome bites her tongue.

This is not funny.

"Kagome-san! Please help me."

Satoru holds Koushi out like an airplane and pretends to fly him at Ijichi-san, who squeaks and clangs his cymbals for hands together. The sound elicits laughter from Koushi, who claps his hands together. Ijichi-san stiffens and his cymbals clang together once more.

"... I'm gonna have to homeschool him," Kagome mutters.

Satoru pauses and looks at her. "So, housewife then?"

Kagome falters. She was somewhat of a housewife once and that didn't exactly work out for her. Though Satoru is not InuYasha. "We'll see," she says.

Satoru smiles. "Whatever you want."

Whatever she wants?

"Umm, Kagome-san? My hands and my clothes," Ijichi-san speaks up. His hands clang together again.

Oh right.

"Koushi, that's enough," Kagome says, walking over to Ijichi-san. She places a hand over the cymbals and closes her eyes to concentrate. Every day, Koushi is getting into something new.

"As soon as you learn how to talk, I'll show you how to do a domain expansion," Satoru coos.

"Oh Kami no!" Ijichi-san shouts. "I'll die. Everyone will die." He sinks to the floor, holding his head. "No. No. No."

Kagome blinks. "What's a domain expansion?"

"Come with me tomorrow and I'll expand yours."

"You two are psychopaths," Ijichi-san says, sniffling.

Kagome frowns. "Satoru, you need to get ready and stop stalling. We have plans tonight."

"I'm going. I'm going." He hands Koushi over and winks at her. "Ijichi, we'll be getting off early today. Kagome is gonna make some more shikigami for today's missions."

Ijichi-san nods and wobbles to his feet. "Please do not make so many this time. It may be difficult to explain if others ask questions."

Kagome presses her lips together as she cuddles Koushi. Why does it matter how many she can make? If it lessens the overall number of curses, shouldn't that be a cause for celebration? The villagers were thrilled when she did the first time. "I don't understand. If it helps with the curse problem, why does it matter how many shikigami I summon?"

"Because the higher ups want to keep the status quo," Satoru says. "That's really what it boils down to. They like the power they have and the more people stronger than them, the less control they have."

"But a good leader doesn't have to be the strongest," Kagome points out. "Everyone has strengths and weaknesses. They should be thrilled to have stronger allies, since curses are so rampant."

"Perhaps," Ijichi-san starts, "If Kagome-san is looking for work, then—"

"No."

Kagome raises a brow. No? "I thought it was whatever I wanted."

"You can exorcise curses, sure. But I don't want you working for them. They'd more likely try to set you up somehow. I'm not risking you."

Kagome shifts Koushi in her arms and frowns. The villagers were never like this. Maybe because it was a small village, and they all did their part to survive, but the way Satoru describes Jujutsu hierarchy seems so backwards. "Fine. I get it. You just want me to do missions with you." Kagome bounces Koushi. "You get dressed and I'll finish getting your lunch packed."

"... Lunch packed? We aren't meeting up?"

Kagome shakes her head. "No, I'm meeting the girls for lunch and then Koushi and I will take a nap." Satoru's shoulders slump for a second and then he straightens them as if nothing happened. Kagome blinks. Does he really value their lunches that much? Maybe it's because this thing between them is still so new?

"Would I also be able to get a lunch?"

"No. Kagome doesn't need to feed you."

"Satoru, be nice. Sure, I can pack you something to eat, too."

Satoru makes a choked sound in the back of his throat and grabs the back of his neck as he heads down the hall. Kagome hums. Satoru sure is a strange man.

"Is this too much?" Satoru asks, tugging at his tie. He turns and looks over at Kagome. She bites her lip to stop from laughing. Satoru pouts. It's not funny. He's trying to impress his in-laws.

"You don't need a three-piece suit to meet my family." Kagome sets Koushi down in his crib and then walks over to Satoru. "Take this off." She pushes the jacket off and unbuttons his top. Satoru sucks in a breath. Now is not the time. "Just wear something casual. My family is pretty laid back. Though Gramps may throw a sutra at you. If he does, just ignore him. His sutras are harmless."

Satoru nods, but his mind is focused on how quickly Kagome takes his clothes off. He stands there in his pants with the top part of his suit in his arms, while Kagome rummages through the closet. Satoru isn't sure how to feel about her picking out his clothes. He swears she woke up one day and just started doing it as though she's been doing it for him for years.

Is this what people in relationships do? Or is this a leftover response from her failed marriage? Or is this just simply Kagome being comfortable with him? He should ask Shoko sometime, though she's still pissed at him because she has yet to meet Kagome.

"Here, you'll be more comfortable in this." She hands him some pants and a black shirt. Satoru exchanges the clothes in his arms for the ones Kagome has.

"I'm starting to think you just like compression shirts on me," he teases.

"I think your mind is always in the gutter," she shoots back.

Satoru smiles. "Well, when it comes to you..." He lets the words hang between them as he slips off his slacks and slides the jeans on. "Alright, so I can tell them about me being a sorcerer?" He confirms.

"Yeah, they won't care. If anything, that's pretty tame."

Satoru squints at Kagome, but she misses the look he gives her. How is being a sorcerer tame? How is the knowledge of curses tame? He gnaws on the inside of his cheek as he waits for Kagome to finish getting Koushi together. Come to think of it, Kagome is nonchalant herself about everything going on. When would she have had the time to hone her skills and her family doesn't even know what all she can do? Is there another school out there similar to Jujutsu High but for spiritual users like her?

"Okay, we're ready," Kagome says, holding Koushi in her arms.

"Let's go. I want to stop at the flower shop on the way." He holds out a hand for her to take. Even with the shikigami's help today, he was still pushing it on time.

"Okay, the shrine isn't far from here. I'll let her know we'll be a couple minutes late."

Satoru locks up the apartment and then jogs ahead to open the passenger door. He takes Koushi from her arms and gets him situated in his car seat. "What?" he asks, sliding into the driver's seat. He doesn't drive all that often since Ijichi usually drives him around for missions, but he has been driving more frequently now that Kagome and Koushi are in his life. He should get Kagome her own vehicle. Maybe a Rover? Satoru eyes her stomach for a moment. "Yeah, something with a lot of room."

"What?"

Oh, shit. "Uh, talking out loud?"

"Maybe you should take some time off. When's the last time you had a day off?"

Satoru frowns. "I don't really take time off... why? You want to go somewhere?"

"No," she says. "I don't want you to push yourself too hard. Remind me to give you a massage later. Your muscles and your energy are super tense."

The visual alone nearly has him foaming at the mouth. The feel of her powers washing over him is intoxicating and now she wants to do some kind of massage with his? "If you aren't pregnant, you will be by the end of the night."

Kagome snorts. "We'll see about that. It's way too soon."

"So, there's a chance."

"I'm starting to think if you had your way, I would be locked in a tower somewhere."

Satoru laughs. "Don't be silly, I'd buy an island just for you." He pulls his shades down and winks at her. "Ah, but we should talk about something else. The last thing I want is to meet the family with thoughts of you underneath me percolating."

"I stand by what I said earlier. You're such a pervert."

"Yeah, I wasn't able to get the clamps or the rope. Maybe tomorrow? We could go together."

Kagome turns her head away, but he can still make out the flush in her cheeks. He grins. How is she still so shy after the things they've done? He chuckles to himself as he stops at the flower shop. It doesn't take long. He picks out about five dozen roses. Three for Kagome and two for his mother-in-law. Kagome splutters when he hands her the bouquets to hold.

"Three are for you," he tells her, pulling out of the parking space. Should he have made another stop at a jewelry store? He taps his fingers on the steering wheel. No, it's too late now. He doesn't want to make a bad impression on them.

"You didn't have to get me flowers," Kagome says.

"I wanted to. If I took some time off, where would you want to go?"

"It would have to be somewhere in Japan since I don't have a passport."

"Well, that won't do. If you had one, where would you want to go?"

"Greece. Yuka went once and showed us some pictures. It was really nice."

Satoru nods. "Alright. Maybe we can bring both grandparents so they can watch Koushi."

"Mama doesn't have... you don't have to pay for everything."

They pull up to the shrine. Satoru parks the car and cuts the engine. He leans over and stares at Kagome until she looks at him. "What else am I supposed to do with this money? Not spend it?"

Kagome scrunches her nose. "I just don't want you to be in a bind."

He closes his eyes and swallows back the laugh. Satoru opens his eyes and blows out a breath. "Tell you what, we'll get you added to the account and then you can see everything. Good?" Kagome jerks her head. He smiles. He'll take that as a yes. "Alrighty, Koushi, you ready to see your grandma?"

Koushi babbles in the backseat.

Satoru gets out of the car and gets Koushi from his car seat. It'll be interesting to see how Koushi acts around this side of the family. He seems to enjoy bullying his uncle Ryu and seems to be a little nicer to his grandpa, though Satoru doesn't understand why. Koushi should bully his grandpa too. Satoru plucks the two bouquets out of Kagome's hand and flashes her smirk when she huffs at him. His eyes drift down to her exposed legs.

He loves it when she wears a dress.

Kagome opens the door and slides her shoes off. "Mama, we're here!"

An older woman with short hair rounds the corner and smiles at them. "Oh my! You are much taller than I was expecting." She laughs and holds out her hands for Koushi, who pushes against Satoru in an effort to get to his grandmother. If Satoru wasn't so amused, his feelings would be a tad hurt. "Gojo-san, is it?"

Satoru shakes his head. "No, Gojo-san. Just call me Satoru. We're family."

"Oh? Well then you can just call me mom if you'd like or Himari. Come on, Gramps has been grumbling all day about dinner. You know I had to chase him out of the kitchen." She shakes her head. "Dear, could you go make sure Gramps isn't getting into the food?"

Kagome hesitates, but nods her head and goes to find her grandfather, leaving Satoru alone with Himari.

"I know you two have just reunited," Himari starts, pinning him with a stare. "But if you hurt my daughter, I will gut you."

Satoru blinks. "I'd sooner gut myself than to hurt her." He holds out the bouquets for her to take. "She's told me a bit about InuYasha and I'm assuming he was also abusive." Verbal abuse is still abusive in his books.

Himari takes the flowers and sighs as she rocks Koushi. "Well, I had hope that despite their differences, they would be able to make it work. InuYasha was her first love, after all. Though I guess the... cultural differences were too much."

Cultural differences? InuYasha is already a strange name to begin with, but it doesn't sound foreign. Maybe InuYasha is Japanese, but was raised elsewhere? Satoru takes his shades off and hangs them on his shirt. "When you say cultural differences?"

"InuYasha was a demon, after all. Guess they couldn't make that part of him work." Himari shrugs. "Anyway, I hope you like Oden. It's Kagome's favorite." Himari smiles at Koushi and motions with her head for Satoru to follow.

He stands there for a moment. There's no way she meant those words literally. She must have meant InuYasha's demons were too great for Kagome to handle.

Yeah, that has to be it. No way, InuYasha is an actual demon.

***

A/N: Happy Sunday! Had to take my dog back to the vet this week for a biopsy. Luckily my vet is super chill and was just like you can pay monthly or call when you feel like paying. Should get the results back in about two weeks, but we both think Zelda probably has a zinc deficiency which is common in huskies.

"How many fingers has she purified?" - Only the one for now.

"Is he proposing at the party?" - Not sure. I feel like Satoru would like for it to be just them.

"When is mom going to meet Syouma?" - Probably at the housewarming party.

"Are the Zenins going to go after Utahime?" - I was going to say no at first because she uses cursed energy, but I sat on it, and I think that could show how desperate they all are to recreate what Kagome and Satoru did with Koushi.

"You can castrate?" - Yep! It's not hard at all. I can castrate, do necropsies (learned that in zoology class in high school), etc.

Have a great week! Get lots of rest and drink plenty of water. I took a week off so I might be back with another update this week.

[tgrailwar-zero]

Hey, Mr Blacksmith, why are you so defensive anyway? Shouldn't she be the one to decide if what we are saying is bullshit or not bullshit?

We are trying to convince her, sure, but she is napping in the middle of a fight. Seriously, she is letting some pretty boy Fairy Prince just get the KO by putting her to SLEEP. It'll be humiliating when she wakes up.

Why do you care so much if we convince her or don't convince her?

As for who we are, we are her Masters, a bunch of cursed shadows in vaguely humanoid form.

BLACKSMITH: "Ugh, it's like trying to chant nenbutsu to a horse! I didn't ask for your life story! I asked you- to LEAVE! MY! HOME!"

BLACKSMITH: "Fine, three! You're right about one thing! You're a curse! And she ain't your servant, or slave, or whatever else! Now I asked nice-like and clearly that didn't take, so now I'll remove you from my home permanently!"

He swung the sword. Hard.

You hard the clash of blades, MUSASHI's swords clashing against the sword that the BLACKSMITH swung, stopping it before it could fully sever your head from your neck.

Immediately afterwards, you felt the pommel of MUSASHI's second sword slam into your chest, knocking you away with an incredibly heavy shove.

You hit the ground with a heavy thud, rolling against the grass from the force of the shove and landing outside of the house.

BENNOSUKE: "They were… they were just leaving, gramps."

BLACKSMITH: "Kid…"

MUSASHI fell into the BLACKSMITH's arms, clearly exhausted, her back to you. The BLACKSMITH sighed wearily, laying her down on the mat before shooting you a withering glare from the doorway of the small home.

BLACKSMITH: "…Leave Bennosuke alone. She's been through enough. If I see you around her again, I'll kill you. Plain and simple. With that being said, may you have luck on your journeys, and may they take you far from here."

With that, the sliding door slammed shut.

[topazshadowwolf]

In Canon Horrortale, Aliza gets referred to as sans' daughter several times, because of HT!Paps saying that she was his niece in an attempt to save her life. What would the gang's reactions to hearing this, before Horror explains, of course~

So let’s say the boys get to Horrortale and meet her without Horror or Nightmare being there. Not something Horror would want. But someone introduces her as Horror’s daughter… Dust and Killer exchange glances. They knew Horror liked the kid but adopting her? Not something they’d recommend.

Cross, though, is excited to meet Horror’s daughter and waves with a smile. Then he shows her memes and is a wholesome bean. He’s determined to be the second best uncle, since Horror!Paps is the best.

Well, if Horror adopted her then so be it. She’s family. And you can pick on family! Killer then saunters over and leans on her. He asks about Horror as a father and tells a dark humor joke until Cross shoved him away. But to Killer, that’s how you socialize with humans.

Dust would just keep his distance. Maybe take a nap over here by this tree… wait, why is she coming over by him? He doesn’t like humans but… fine, whatever, if Horror is okay with her, he’ll tolerate her presence. So far she’s only done good, according to Horror. Vastly different than the human he had. If she sits by him, he’ll let her stay… and glare at/threaten Killer if he tries teasing her and even Cross if he’s crowding her too much.

Now, let’s add Nightmare. He knows the truth of the matter. But he plays into it, grinning mischievously as he shakes her hand and introduces himself as her father’s employer. While Nightmare is distracted discussing important matters, Killer and Cross encourage her to call Nightmare “gramps.” Dust gets involved because they are being a tad pushy with her. Though he is curious and says he’s more of a “grandpa night” than a “gramps” with how formal Nightmare tends to be.

If she does call him “grandpa night” it would startle Nightmare to the point that he’d freeze for a moment. Deep down, Nightmare wants a family. He lost his at a young age and just longs for that connection. And now, here’s this child, human or not, calling him grandpa.

… he’ll allow it… but only from her. It’s… just that she’s important to Horror that he’ll tolerate her calling him that. No, his tendrils are not waving around as if happy, Cross! Clearly, those are annoyed thrashings. Killer, get that grin off your face and leave his granddaughter alone! Honestly, those three are the worst uncles anyone could ask for.

Horror returns to find that he is now Aliza’s father no matter what he has to say about it. There is no telling any of them otherwise.

[museqmeg]

Reporter’s Notes - Chapter Five: Family

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A vashmeryl fic

Author’s Note:

Just a short follow-up chapter to the truck canoodling

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Meryl stepped out of the shower, sighing from the feeling of being warm and fresh. They had driven all day so that they could be in the next town before dinner. Everyone was in favor of foregoing the stop for lunch in the hopes they’d find rooms at an inn with baths and a restaurant. Their previous night hunkered down in the truck wasn’t ideal for everyone. Meryl smiled to herself and thought being unceremoniously tossed into the back with Vash by the Undertaker wasn’t as terrible of an experience as she anticipated. She definitely had a better sleep than the rest of her traveling companions.

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She had woken up that morning, squashed between the full length of Vash’s body and the bench seat. He must have rolled over in his sleep and took her with him. She had noted that his prosthetic arm had moved from her back to around her waist with his right arm cradling her head into his neck. She had felt his deep breathing on the top of her head and his cheek pressed into her crown. He must have scooted her up closer to him as well. She could only imagine that she looked like a living stuffed animal by the way he was embracing her. What a big baby! She was going to giggle about it when it struck her that he probably didn’t have very many opportunities to be this close to someone, given his “on-the-run” outlaw status. Her chest tightened at that and she let him continue to sleep in their position, remaining still.

Roberto started to stir minutes later, gruffly shoving Wolfwood’s shoulder and turning his head to Meryl and Vash, “Alright… Everyone up! Take a quick stretch and a necessaries break. We’re hitting the road pronto!”

“Geez gramps… good morning to you too,” said Wolfwood as he opened his door to stretch and light his first cigarette of the day.

Vash slowly stirred, yawning loudly and pulling his face from her head. Meryl lifted her head to greet him ‘good morning’ and as she did so, felt her hair still sticking to the side of Vash’s face.

“Did you drool on me?!” She asked slightly annoyed. Between the worm and days in the dust, she had already needed to bathe. “Eew… gross!” She sat up, taking his coat and wiping her head with it.

Vash grimaced at her apologetically saying, “Sorry about that… I tend to sleep with my mouth open.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” She frowned at him, “I’ve seen you in the rear view mirror taking your naps while I’m driving. You’re going to catch worms in that chasm!”

“Did you sleep okay?” He asked, sitting up. He clearly wanted to take the attention off himself.

She exhaled and said, “Yes, at least you were very warm, so thanks for that. But did you have to squish me all night?”

Vash’s cheeks and ears turned red and he just shrugged with a silly grin on his face.

Wolfwood opened the door behind Vash saying, “Hey! Are you two snuggle bugs up yet? Gramps is getting real antsy to go.”

“Y-yes!” Answered Vash. They both clambered out of the truck, stretching to prepare for the next leg of their journey.

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Meryl giggled at the memory of their morning while she combed through her “drool-free” hair. She put on her clothes and was fastening the back of one of her earrings when she heard a knock on her door.

“Hey Meryl, it’s me. Are you ready to head down for dinner?” Vash’s voice came through the door.

“In just a moment, but you can come in.” She answered.

Vash walked in to find her sitting on the bed and plucking her second earring from her toiletry bag.

“I’ve noticed you wear those every day. They’re quite pretty. Are they special to you?” He asked, offering a warm smile.

“Hmm… I guess. They were a graduation present from my parents.” She finished clasping her earring and bending down to put on her shoes.

“You must miss them…” His face was solemn. There was something else there she couldn’t read, but it seemed like it went to his very core.

She finished tying her last shoe and said, “Yes, but I was so excited to go out and pursue my dream of being a reporter. My family has been so supportive and I hope that one day I’ll make them proud.”

“I’m sure they would be, seeing as how you’re going above and beyond for my story.” His voice and head dropped at the statement, as if telling her he wasn’t worth the trouble.

Meryl didn’t want him to tear himself up so she asked, “What about your family?”

“Well, you know about my brother and that difficult situation… I have guardians that raised me and gave me a home when my mother died.” He looked even more sad.

The way he said ‘my mother’ pulled at Meryl so she asked, “What was she like?” Vash was so kind and self-sacrificing, she could only imagine the kind of woman that helped raise the man who stood before her.

His head snapped up to look into her eyes. He tilted his head and grinned saying, “A lot like you. Always going out her way to help others and be caring. She wasn’t as fiery as you, but still had drive and tenacity. Unfortunately, all of that is what ended her.” He looked at her in a strange way, as if pleading her not to follow the same path.

Meryl’s breath hitched in her throat, but she smiled back at him, “She sounds lovely and just like you.”

Vash hummed in response and nodded his head. They stood in brief silence thinking about their similarities.

Meryl stood and boldly took his right hand, giving it a squeeze. “Ready for dinner?”

“Sure…” he responded while giving her hand a light squeeze back.

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I truly got a kick out of Vash’s mouth wide open during every sleeping frame in Trigun Stampede. What a mouth breather!

[kakusu-shipping]

🐤🧡🥇 for the agere asks? :o

Normally when I get asks for ask games that don't give also the F/O they're asking about I'll just delete it, or if I know the person I'll talk about an F/O from a Media we have in common (in this case FNaF)

But not today cause I'm Sploon brained and wanna talk about my Bug Eyed Pawpaw; Captain Craig Cuttlefish

🐤 - Talk about him!

Gramps is the nicest person I've ever met! He kept me safe on the Subway and comforted me when everything felt too hard. He said there was no rush to get going and we could ride that train as long as I needed.

And then when we did get to the surface he was nice enough to offer me his home, his family, and his protection for as long as I needed it. He and Three both were so so patient and kind to me, I dunno what I would have done without them.

🧡 - How did Cuttlefish react when he first saw you regress?

The first time was on the subway, after a mission. My clothes were too tight and the shoes were hard to move in and everything felt so loud and scary and I still didn't really remember anything so it was all so much all at once...

He calmed me down, gave me his track jacket and headphones. I dunno if he really knew what was going on with me, but he played me his Granddaughter's music and held my hand and walked me through breathing exercises. I ended up stealing his whole outfit in the end, he wore my old Octarian uniform, did a whole fashion show walk in my heels and skirt.

He focused on helping me relax, playing little games, singing songs, making me laugh, and holding my hand so I'd know he was there to help...

🏅 - Favorite activities to do together when regressed?

I like listening to Gramps when little. He tells good stories about his past and when my big sisters were little. I also like music, especially my sisters'. Gramps says he sometimes catches me singing along really quiet too, which is kinda embarrassing, I don't think I sing all that good, but he likes it...

Mostly I like to take it easy when regressed. Just lay down with a story or some music and Gramps, maybe a snack. I like napping in the sun and watching clouds roll over head and laying in the grass...

I like that I can be outside and be small and be safe, all at the same time...

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 105 - San Sequoia Insecurities

Ophelia and Xander are woken up by not one, but two crying kiddos.

Ophelia: I'll take Gemma, you take Lulu.

Xander: Got it, chief.

The girls are fed and ready for a new day of reaching milestones and being an object! Guess which applies to which.

Lulu is aging up into an infant soon and Gemma will age up to a toddler on the same day. Ophelia wants to have some time alone with her husband before that, the calm before the storm. She sends a text to Greta and Jace, who are more than happy to watch the girls (for money).

Ophelia: What would you say to some alone time?

Xander: I don't think it's safe to woohoo so quickly after giving birth.

Ophelia: No, normal alone time! We didn't get the chance to go for a walk around Gilbert Gardens when we were in San Sequoia. What do you say?

Ophelia: Greta and Jace said they'd watch the girls. I figured we could use a breather before Gemma's birthday.

Xander: Sure, sounds fun. Let's hit that loading screen!

It's winter, so Gilbert Gardens isn't exactly lush. Still, the air is crisp and refreshing. Good day for a stroll!

As they start their nature walk, they walk past a familiar face.

Xander: Hey isn't that-

Ophelia: Don't make eye contact.

Ophelia shows Xander the sights and tells stories of walks she'd go on with her grandparents.

Ophelia: I think I wrote my initials in the concrete somewhere around here…

Xander pulls out an apple and snacks as his wife shows him the initials when she finally finds it.

These dang Simillennials, always on their phones. All Sims know how to do is text on they phone, be pansexual, eat grilled cheese and lie.

Ophelia spots the splash pad and tells Xander all about the fun times she'd have with her Gramps and Gran as a tot.

Ophelia: Maybe Lulu will be old enough to play in it by the time summer comes around. I wonder if she and Gemma will like water as much as I did…

By the time they finish their loop around the gardens, Ophelia has talked Xander's ear off about memories from her childhood.

Ophelia: This was nice. Thank you, sweetie. It's a shame we can't go for walks like this around Tartosa.

Xander: There's always Mt. Komorebi

Ophelia wraps her arms around Xander's neck and gives him a soft kiss.

Ophelia: Can you take a picture of me by the sign for Simstagram?

Xander: Of course, we've got to share such groundbreaking content with your loyal followers!

Ophelia: Jerk!

I wish we could zoom out on photos. Oh well. You can sort of see the sign. Say cheese!

Back at home, the girls are taking naps while Ophelia checks her social media timeline. The paparazzi did end up following them around, figures.

That doesn't matter. She and Xander had fun, and he didn't bother them. It wasn't the worst thing to happen.

Ophelia checks the comments on her Simstagram pic and a couple rude ones catch her eye.

'omw she let herself go' 'more like ophelia grapefruit'

She rolls her eyes but another comment makes her heart sink.

'if she doesn't go to the gym she's gonna die before her kids are teens'

Ophelia can't get that comment out of her mind. She hasn't gotten that big, has she? She's about the same size she was before she lost weight, but she has a lot more eyes on her now. She's not as active as she used to be… And is she really unhealthy enough to die young?

No, Ophelia isn't going to leave her girls motherless. She'll take control of her health before things get out of hand.

She sends a text to the Hot Girls Only fitness club, who hadn't met in a while, asking if they can meet up tomorrow. Libby can't but Summer and Becca agree!

Ophelia comes back downstairs before Gemma's bedtime and makes a promise to her.

Ophelia: I'm going to make sure I stick around for a long, long time, nooboo. Don't you worry, Mommy's not going anywhere.

Gemma doesn't understand, but she just likes being around her mommy.

When she gets ready for bed, Ophelia passes the mirror again and internally cringes. Xander liked her body no matter what, and she thought she looked fine, but clearly others didn't share that sentiment, to the point they thought she was gonna drop dead.

She'll show them.

[silvercaptain24]

Kind of short, but I couldn’t find our original chain of reblogs and this was me recreating from memory.

Even locked in a darkened and quiet room at the Skyloft Knight Academy, Warriors struggled to sleep. It was partly pain. His shoulder had been bothering him all day but he didn’t want to force anyone to deal with his petty hurts. But it was also partly leftover anxiety from the fact that he should have been standing in front of him. The court martial was today, and here he was a world away. He should have been glad, after all, now he didn’t have to look Handrosen in the eye and detail what had happened to him under the guise of ‘training’ since he’d joined the army. But some part of him was still...scared. Would the trial proceed without him? Did they have enough to convict Handrosen without him there as witness? Or would it be like nothing had ever happened and he would have to report back to him as he was still a knight. Then there was the fact that they were here in Skyloft. Sky had introduced him as a fellow knight. What did that mean? What new impossible standards would he be expected to meet? After what felt like hours of tossing and turning, he absently knocked on the wall above his head, he didn’t expect a response.

“Who’s over there?” came a voice, only muffled a little through the wall. “I swear if you’re ransacking Link’s stuff...” Ah, someone who knew Sky.

“No, I’m a friend of Link. I got locked in until I take a nap.”

The other voice chuckled. “Funny, that’s about what Groose told me. Which one are you?”

“They call me Warriors, or Captain.” He’d met so many people.

“Warriors...you have the blue scarf, right?”

Warriors nodded, then realized he’d have to vocalize any response.

“Yeah, that’s me. I didn’t catch your name?”

“Pipit. Most everyone calls me Pip.” Oh, that name was achingly familiar. He pushed passed it.

“I’d say nice to meet you but...” he chuckled. “Can you really call it ‘meeting’ when you’re both locked in time out?” That got a laugh out of his companion.

“I suppose not, but I can’t sleep and it sounds like you can’t either...so what do you do when you’re not off on some grand adventure with Link?”

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When Sky came to check on Warriors hours later, he found Warriors sitting against the wall, giggling like he’d had too many pints at a tavern and exchanging stories with Pipit.

“And he thinks it’s this grand secr—Sky!”

“What are you doing awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep, started talking to Pip.”

Sky ran hands through his hair in frustration. “And Groose said he ordered you to sleep even longer ago.”

“Don’ b’ mad, S’y…” Warriors was slurring now he was so tired. “I made…a fre’nd.”

“Yes, great.” He’d been meaning to introduce the two of them at some point. There wasn’t a better example of how a knight should be than Pipit, but he’d hoped for the introduction to be… not after Pipit had worked himself sick (again) and while Warriors was still injured and anxious. “But you both were supposed to be sleeping.”

“Couldn’ sleep… m’ arm hurts.”

“You didn’t say you were injured…” Pipit got worried in a hurry. “When’d that happen?!”

“Pipit, I’ll explain later. I promise he’ll be ok for tonight. Wars, I will find you painkillers, but if you don’t sleep, I will not only be sicing Wolfie on you, but I will get Gramps in on this.”

“No… not Gramps. Don’ wanna be burrito-ed again…”

Ajic…

[skrub-dubs]

Don't think too hard 'bout the pfp, it's an old photo-

Heya there, I'm.. Skrub. Seriously. No, I don't want a name change, I can't even think of what I'd change it to

Born and raised in Orre, scraping by as comfortably as I can, decided to try out Rotumblr after fleeing from a significantly worse social media. Hope I can make some buds here!

Current pokemon:

Medicham, my oldest teammate. Has no official nickname but I tend to call them gramps or "Cham-Chams". Retired old fart <3

Bowler, my Golem. Wonderful fella. A lot smaller than usual golems! Raised him from an egg, really popular around town because he likes to nap about the Agate zen garden whenever I let him out on a roll.

Baps Jr., A goofy wobbafett. No thoughts behind his eyes. Got them from a friend in the past, and has been with me ever since. Loves pretending to be a bunch of things, loves rain.

The Baby, a shiny baby Cacnea nub I almost tripped on out in the desert. Name is not subject to change. She's grown out of her pot and now has nubs to take her every which way.

Luna, found as a stray Orrish Skitty. Evolved into a Purmajesty after she stole a moon stone. She's gonna have to get used to being giant now, but she's still just as feisty and eager to battle.

Han, a Clamperl. Very round. Very sleepy. Very shiny shell. He's been improving greatly with his health. Appears to be some kind of specialty breed.

Morticia, Gomez, and the Tiktaks. Morticia and Gomez are two joltik that used to belong to my buddy @/iheartnimbassacity. They decided they wanted to move in and have kids. Holding onto them and their 7 hatchlings. They love bein in my hair and raiding my battery stash.

Menace the Carnivine, a Purple Haze Carnivine adopted from @/corkycare of team phobia. He's a mischievous lil fella and I love him. Likes spinning on ceiling fans and chewing on me.

Greenie the Sunflora, a greenburst variant Sunflora adopted from the goldenrod ecological society after Luvdisc day. She's an absolute cuddle bug and the team accepted her immediately. Has started to join Chams during his meditation sessions.

Pippin the Applin, an Applin adopted also from the GES, as they were a rejected Luvdisc Day gift. He's an absolute snob when it comes to fruit, and won't tolerate me keeping anything other than HIS apples on the counter. Orre's most famous dragon.

Caprisun the Orrish Delibird, caught her after she happened to save my life for the second time. She's a real sweetheart. Always tryin her best to help people around her. She's been getting along great with the team - especially with Chams. The two of them have been meditation buds.

Yuri the Palossand/Arbok fusion. Almost killed me. Now it just sleeps and hangs out with Capri. They're beach buds. Also I didn't come up with that name. Blame the wizard.

Jupiter the Unown, "🪐 form"???? M' gonna need to document a lot about this fella. Seems to be a feathery guy. Can spin and whip up some real strong wind. Wonder how strong...

//ooc under cut!

(// HI LMAO THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER THAT IVE DONE A BLOG LIKE THIS SO GO EASY!! Blog name and this intro post is very much subject to change lmao

My main is @star-aether and so I follow from there! I go by Penny or whatever else you wanna call me! Nsfw and suggestive jokes are fine too, feel free to block the tag(if I remember to tag)! Skrub (here's his Bulbapedia page btw) is just some random ass ex-cypher peon in his 40s now, was 20 when he got beaten into the ground by Wes and he's still getting shit for his name. People recognize it that well djdhdjdb

Was very much inspired by blogs like @realpokemon, @triple-aaa-batteries-pkm, @nerdpokemonheadcanons, and a buncha others ehehe))