#he got sharp teethys

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Aaaa I'm glad you liked my rambling couple of headcanons!! The image of reader and cora just in the background while law is doing his scary surgeon of death thing cheering him on and offering potential new crewmates is so funny actually. And I agree there is nothing funnier to me than the idea of getting forced to join a pirate crew like doflamingo's just because you have a vague amount of childcare experience and were nice to a couple kids. I'm obsessed with baby dellinger (I know you haven't met him but he slays) and I like the idea of reader thinking his sharp teethies and horns are adorable and just kind of rolling with their new job and baby talking a bloodied toddler dellinger lmao. Maybe reader is a bit more deranged than everyone thought!

Yeah thank you for sending it in, it's a very fun AU to play with! I thought about it way too much at work today, so I'm dumping all of those random thoughts into this.

I've seen pictures of Dellinger, so I know who you're talking about.

Angel has a tendency to baby all of the kids, so of course that's going to apply to the actual baby. She's always cooing over how cute his little horns and teeth are. Even when he's being a terror, she's excusing everything with: he's literally a baby. You got bit? Well why were you putting your hand so close to his mouth? He isn't even walking yet. If you're getting injured by him, that's just a skill issue on your part. Angel doting on him so much turns him into a major mama's boy.

Anyways onto my random ideas

Angel and Corazon's first interaction is a trainwreck because it happened after Angel saw him chuck Law out a window. Her first order of business is to go get Law and treat him, but the second she's done, she's out for blood. By the time she tracks down Corazon, she's so mad that she grabs the back of his coat and yanks on it so hard that she actually manages to make him fall flat on his ass. The instant he's down, she's grabbing him by the collar and laying into him like, "You are a grown ass man! In what fucking universe do you think it's okay for you to throw one of my kids out of a window?! Law is already sick, and now you're trying to kill him too?! If you so much as look at him again, I'll skin you alive and turn you into a coat!" She shoves him as she leaves, and Corazon just sits there in stunned silence because that was actually terrifying. He thought she was just a nanny, he didn't know she was capable of that. Doflamingo saw the whole thing and it just makes him like Angel more. Maybe she isn't so different from the rest of them after all.

Doflamingo gets all of the kids (excluding Law's stubborn ass) to call Angel 'mom'. Partially because he's so hung up on his whole family shtick, but mostly as a manipulation tactic to guilt trip her into not wanting to leave.

When it's time for Corazon and Law to leave, Angel promises to meet up with them when it's time to go. She says she has some last minute packing to do and will be right back. The "packing" is just smuggling the kids out in a crate (except for Dellinger who just gets stuffed in a purse because he's so tiny) because there isn't a chance in hell that she's leaving her kids to get raised by Doflamingo. Now Law has two embarrassing parents and also three siblings to annoy the hell out of him. He suffers even in the good AUs.

Doflamingo is irate when he realizes what happened and where like half of his damn family went. The betrayal is the worst part, but he's also pissed because he was starting to have a thing for Angel and he's mad that she's with his brother and not him.

[christinarowie332]

Where words fail, music speaks.

chris sturniolo x reader .

guitar chris (kinda)

warnings: suggestive . language . shortish

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a small smile makes my way onto my face as i hear the muffled strum of guitar strings . my eyes flick away from my phone , squinting at the noise , trying to pick out the melody . a slower version , and slightly off key , but i know it anywhere . babydoll by dom fike . still stuck on that damn song chris ? i peel my body from the sofa , making my way down stairs to chris’s room . as i peek my head through the door , i’m happy to see chris playing the instrument i haven’t saw him with for years . i snap a video of him secretly, before his head lifts up , his tongue still poking out his mouth from concentration. i smile at him as he meets my eyes , a smile that is reciprocated ten folds by a teethy , tongue still out smile as he stops strumming .

“why’d you stop?” i say frowning and making my way into his room , slumping my body next to his on his bed . he angles his body towards mine and tucks one under the other , dropping the acoustic guitar to his lap.

“don’t do well with an audience” he replies, a smile still plastered on his soft features . he brings a hand to my face and tucks a stand of hair behind my ear , his cold and rough fingers from strumming making contact with my neck momentarily. making my breath hitch and sweat ball on my palms .

it was obvious to everybody but myself and chris , that our feelings were more then friendly. he was sweet , and attractive. he always thought of me first and always could read me like a book , he was funny , attentive , soft . it would be hard for any girl not to be head over heels for him . but i became friends with nick first .meeting matt then chris . already having a dynamic with two brothers would be awkward if i started dating the other , so i pushed the thought away. i blaimed my quickening heartbeat on anxiety , my need for his voice and small lingering touches on simple attachment. he was my friend . my closest , very attractive, friend .

“what made u start playing again?” i ask , tilting my head and allowing a small smile to grow onto my features . watching his face contort in thought , his lips puckering slightly as he bites the side of his cheek.

“not sure , found it in the garage and thought i’d see how much i remembered.” he answers shrugging his shoulders. “not much clearly” he adds matching my smile , a thin line as he huffs a laugh from his nose .

“hey! it sounded good chris , play it again. it’s babydoll right ?” i placed a hand to his knee as i spoke , leaning forward to get comfortable on his unmade bed , matching his stance with a leg tucked under the other . chris’s face softens slightly , his lips relax , letting his lips detach from one another as his smile grows , his teeth flashing as his perfect grin makes its way into his face . “who got you into dom huh?” he asks sarcastically, nodding his head upwards as his tongue rolls out his mouth, licking his upward turned bottom lip as he waits for my answer .

“just some kid , really annoying, kept forcing me to play it in my car so eventually i ended up with it stuck in my fucking head” i reply , matching his sarcasm rolling my eyes in dramatics . i feel my cheeks ache from how much i’m smiling. it feels like all i do around christopher is smile . it’s a constant i can always count on , happiness whenever i’m with him . a cold rush makes it’s way into my spine as the nostalgic thoughts of high school runs through my mind . late night drives , falling asleep on his shoulder on his parents sofa . waking up to a blanket draped over my body and a pillow substituted for the warm boy i fell into comforting slumber on .

“y/n?you okay?” im forced out of my thoughts by chris’s words , along with his fingers snapping in my face . i meet his worried face ,eyes never once leaving mine . i inhale a sharp breath and bring myself back into the room , smelling his shampoo and cologne as the cold air hits my nose . “yeah sorry just zoned out a little, stop changing the subject! play!”

he smiles and rolls his eyes at my words , allas bringing the guitar neck up to his chest , placing his fingers over the strings before strumming a chord with the other hand. my face scrunches up at the noise , i can hear what he’s trying to play but something sounds off . “gimme it” i say reaching out for the wooden object , he hands it me with confusion laced in his features . i place the guitar in my lap and grab a tuning peg between my fingers , moving it as i strum the string attached , listening for the right tone . there it is.

“youre playing it right , it was just out of tune chris” i look to him after i finish my sentence, finding his eyes already my face , on my lips . his eyes flick back up to mine as he notices i saw him staring , i gulp as i feel the tension growing slightly. “chris-“ i whisper before the guitar in my lap is moved to the side , the palm of his hand lightly grazing my cheek as his lips attach onto mine . allmost immediately i kiss him back , getting onto my knees and pushing my body onto his as his back meets the mattress. his hands push my hair behind my ears , the cold air kissing my neck at the removal of warmth . i disconnect the kiss to situate myself oh his lap , he leans forward and placing his hands on my back pulling me back into him to reattach our lips again .

my back arches as my body lifts from his lap , the kiss growing heavy with want . no .need . he obviously feels it too as his tongue roams my mouth relentlessly , and his hands following suit , trailing my body hungrily. he finds a place for them on my hips , gripping them as they’re lifted with my moving , my body aching for closeness .

this is a new side of each other neither of us want to forget . and never will

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the ex music student in me wrote this .

bye .

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[onlyseokmins]

Who has the best teeth for leaving a (consensual) bite mark? Personally, I love Woozi and Wonu’s smile and how sharp their teeth are? Like in a not weird way even though I sound like a creep😂

this is saur cute ngl esp cuz i consider myself to be the biter jsdkfjsd but naw i agree w/ u on those choices. personally mingyu is my top contender, i just love his grin and teethies a lot and tbh i would've picked joshua too but then he got his teeth fixed apparently :')

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about Logan having enough experience to take him to the zoo (as a treat)

Because of how many people there are, Logan has already taken precausions, holding his belt loop and his hand, leading him through the crowd. Theres so many scents and noises that it kind of freaks him out, but the happy rambling keeps him grounded.

Recently (for no reason at all COUGH COUGH) Wade has opened up massively, speaking a lot more, flinching less, and overall just making progress. At times, he still wouldn't say anything, especially if there was something on the tv he wanted to watch or if Logan raised his voice at him. Or just... looked too angry at all. Even a tiny bit made him almost shut down, cower away under a blanket in the corner.

But not today. If anything, it seemed as if Wade was as confident as ever, not really having the mental processesing to realize just how many dirty looks and stares they were getting.

It's not as if he was wearing anything bad, no, just some regular jeans, a band shirt, and one of the logans flannels. But usually, when out in public, he wore a hood or a hat.

Today, it was just him, enjoying his time out. And if anyone ruined it, Logan would fuck them up so quickly. Seeing him be so carefree was a massive change. He could smell that he was far less anxious, too.

"Did you know that honeybadgers can get stung a lot by bees when they're taking the honey combs from the hives and they don't even care because their fur is so thick?"

"I-... no. I didn't. Do you want to see a honeybadger?"

"Yeah, but I wanna see the Wolvies. The real wolvies, not you."

"Uh-huh. So we're going to the wolves then?"

"No! Wolvies."

Taking a whole second to process, he made a "Ooh okay" sound as they headed off to find the Wolverines.

"Kitty, did you know that wolvies are actually really soft and nice?"

"Who told you that?"

"Well you're soft and nice so it must be true for those wolvies too."

"That's not... Kid, that's not how that works."

"Yes huh."

"Nu uh."

"Is too. I know so."

"Yeah, you've been seeming to know quite a lot here recently, haven't you?"

"Mama says im smart."

Another moment to put two and two together that mama was Al. "Yeaahh.. she says that huh?"

"Yeah!"

Just as they come up to the Wolverines theres a demonstration being done where they have one on a harness and are telling the crowd facts about them. "Look, kitty! A wolvie!"

"Yes I see. Im going to let you go, Don't run. Understand?"

Wade nods but he so ran anyway.

"Damn it wade-"

Standing here, he sits up on his tippy toes at times and waves his hands, giggling as they make the Wolverine do tricks for bits of fish.

Before they could even ask if anyone would like to try, his hand was straight up. Before Logan could even protest there, he was, crouching on the ground as he fed the animal a little fish, smiling absolutely brighter than the sun as the animal licked him and nibbled on his fingers.

A ping of jealousy rings in his chest as he grunts, watching as he pets him politely and is overall very well mannered with the animal. It begged the question... was this wolverine being affectionate with him because it was tame, or was Wade really good at taming wild wolverines?

Afterward, Logan sulks, grunting as he's told how soft he was and how gentle how sharp his teeth are and how big his paws were, etc. Overstimulated and jealous was not a good combo.

"And they have teethies in the back of their mouth that go all the way like this, and you dont have those, why not? Also, why dont you have a tail? You got little ears and claws and teethies like them. Oh! Did you know that wolvies can climb trees? Like really tall ones?"

"Oh my god, Kid, for fucks sake. If I buy you a toy will you shut up?"

Blinking for a moment, he nodded. "Can It be a wolvie toy?"

"If they even have one." And to his suprise there was one, squealing over the toy, he held it tight, agreeing to be quiet until they reached home but after that he ran around showing Al and puppins his new wolvie stuffie.

"Im gonna name him Logan-"

"What!? Bullshit!"

"Fluffy it is."

Thinking about Wade's life and his mental health issues a lot, and I just thought about this. Not only being abused, but his entire brain being made out of cancer, and the fact that oxygen was physically taken from his brain over the course of 2+ days multiple times?

We see him coloring a lot and claim multiple times that he doesn't/ can't read (this is probably a bit, I guarantee he can read), but it had me thinking what if some days were more childish then others as part of his coping mechanisms?

At first, Logans was really confused about why Althea puts up with it until he realizes that it's extremely good for him to just... be taken care of? Praised and given affection for the bare minimum? He thinks it's weird. This wasn't the same man he was fighting with yesterday.

Coming into the living room, he sees Wade sprawled out with crayons and markers all around him with multiple pictures already coloured, his notebook having pages ripped out of it as he kicks his feet and hums.

On the tv, there are cartoons playing. Once in a while, he'll look up at the tv and then go back to coloring. "What are you doing??"

"Hi wolvie. 'm colouring."

"He's behaving, so don't ruin it." Al says. There's pictures by her, and she is holding a box of cereal.

"O..kay??" Sitting down, he's almost too curious to just walk away, picking up puppins so she doesn't ruin his drawings, petting her confusedly.

Sometimes, Al will hold out some cereal in her hand. "Wade." And he will see him shimmy over and take the cereal. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, baby."

As hes scooting back to his color spot he stops and watches the tv for a bit longer then usual.

"...What.. the fuck." Logan says to her and she gives him a brow raise. "What?"

"What is he doing?"

"He's coloring. And I thought I was the blind one."

"No no I mean.. those aren't murder plans. That's puppins."

"Yes? And?"

"And.. what did you do to him?"

"Treated him like a human being. Give it a try once inawhile." She says, and he comes back with more pictures, climbing in between them with no regard for space as he leans into her.

"Oh thank you. What is it?"

"It's you."

"Oh? How sweet. Do I look good?"

"Mhm!"

"Im glad. How about you show our friend here your amazing pictures. And he better be nice!"

So wade turns and now is leaning on logan as he points to a different picture. One of Logan with Puppins on a leash with a sun in the corner and crappy grass, a hearts all over the place.

At first he wants to tell him to get off of him, but seeing the pictures and how excited his eyes were to show him, it hits him and he understands.

".. uhm.. thank you?" But he puts it back in his hand. "Oh- you want me to keep it?"

Wade nods and starts cleaning up his crayons.

Logan turns to whisper to Al "How long does this go on?"

"About 2 hours or so."

"Why?"

"God only knows, but it helps with his nightmares."

"Colouring helps with his nightmares??"

"Its more then that. Hey sweetheart? Why don't you bring your ponys out."

"Theyre horses."

"Oh im sorry, my mistake. I think logan here wants to play horses."

Logan gives her a look like excuse me? When did I sign up for that? "No.. uhm.. I think im good."

Wade gets this look of sad innocence but goes to get them anyway, beginning to play by himself, brushing them and making them talk to each other quietly. As if he speaks any louder, he would get hit.

Logan groans and is like "Gimme a fucking horse.."

From then on, Logan is quick to understand what's happening and is much nicer to him, starts giving him snacks, buying him actual coloring books, and has pinned his drawings to the fridge each time he's gifted one. His horses name is Buttercup, by the way.

[morguerue-moved-to-morguerue]

NEW ENSEMBLE STARS UNITS

I NEED 2 SHOWER SO ILL MAKE A 2% MORE DETAILED POST WHEN IM DONE

im not into it anymore so im just posting this for my enstars mutuals!!! saw a tweet and wanted to be sure it was real..

i took the images from here!

[sister-lucifer]

How do you think the obey me Mammon, Beel and Lucifer would react to an crush who has abnormally sharp teeth for a human, you can’t tell at a glance, but they probably noticed it when the human first couldn’t open something heavy and hard, probably were going to offer help, but s/o ripped or pulled it open with their teeth and sit and deal with what’s inside the contents, like this is normal. They feel someone staring and look at the brother, puzzled?

Fangs 

Mammon, Beel, and Lucifer with a human partner who has sharp teeth 

Reader is gender neutral 

Content/warnings: lots of teeth talk, if that’s a warning. 

Genre: Fluff ig, not really a genre here tbh

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio! 

Also please reblog! It’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out! 

Mammon 

First noticed it when you bit into the packaging of a new book. 

“Damn thing…packed it like it was a nuclear bomb…” 

“Well it’s not like they— WOAH”

“What?” 

“Uh, nothing! I didn’t say anything, stupid human.” 

Thinks they’re so cool, but tries to hide it 

I mean some demons have sharp canines and it’s normal, but a human having this sharp of teeth is totally weird 

In a cool way 

Not that he thinks it’s cool or anything though 

Except he keeps giving you stuff to open just to see your teethies 

And when you kiss he bites your lip to provoke you into doing it back

Secretly wants to be bitten but will never ever outright say it 

He’ll just try to provoke you into doing it

Beelzebub 

First notices when you use your teeth to tear open a ketchup packet 

Immediately impressed 

If HE had teeth like that, opening condiments would be so much easier! 

“Woooaah, your teeth!”

“…What about ‘em?”

“Uh…nothing…” 

Jealous 

But also thinks it’s cool 

And he shows it by giving you all sorts of weird foods to eat 

“You’re supposed to bite down on it, it has blood cherry filling!” 

Loves to make you laugh

Gets to hear you laugh and see your teeth glimmer in the light? 

Perfect 

Lucifer 

First noticed when you were munching on some lava rock candy 

“Must you eat that here? You’ll get crumbs everywhere.” 

“Relax Luci, *crunch crunch* I’ll be careful.”

“Something tells me your idea of ‘careful’ isn’t the same as…mine….”

“…What’s the matter? Something in my teeth?” 

The only one who outright states his intrigue 

Practically bewitched by them 

Will randomly grab your chin to look at them 

“Fascinating…you’ve got fangs like a beast.”

“Hey! I’m not a beast!”

Will offer to feed you on dates

Tonight is about you, don’t lift a finger 

Now show him those pretty teeth 

[hypothesiscosmos]

Like, just as how Geto has different kinds of faces when dealing with people, he also has like different levels of skrunkly gremlin-making faces whenever he shows a bit of his true emotions.

Compared to the mocking sneers he makes after dealing with humans/if he thinks he has the upper hand in battle/etc., the skrunkly faces he makes whenever he's trying to fluster Fujino are more mirthful. Fujino can probably tell the difference too- the wrinkle lines (or face lines?? whatever the term is called) are still there, but they're not sharp like his usual kind of gleaming white and teethy smiles, they're more soft, and his eyes take on a jovial glee.

She's made it a point to memorize each and every curve of those lines, every dip in the skin they take, and every twinkle that shines in his eyes because she knows- hell, can really feel the adoration and affection coming from them.

Also like she's definitely smooched Geto at one point when he was in the middle of making such a face, and that ended up being one of the rare times where he got flustered in return.

...yeah, Fujino would definitely love the skrunkly faces Geto makes sometimes.

[tteokdoroki]

💜- HOLY SHIT BIG BRAIN IDEA. POLY KIRIBAUK AU WHERE THEY BOTH WORK AT AN AQUARIUM/CONSERVATION PLACE/ AQUATIC VET!

Kirishima obviously works with the sharks, they are just so manly. He is the vet for the sharks in the exhibits and it’s his job to make sure they are all healthy, and he also works to help rehabilitate injured sharks.

Bakugou, I’m not sure what he does. I could see him also doing stuff with sharks or orcas, or maybe something with snakes/ alligators/ reptiles, they had those at the aquarium I used to go to but then again I grew up like 10 minutes away from beaches, even though it was the north east. I can see Bakugou working with snakes.

And you probably work as a tour guide or something like that, or a trainer. And they always love showing you the new animals and letting you take a close look at them.

ohhh!! i love this so much :((

kiri would pretend he could speak to the sharks for the kids too, he gets mistaken for one because of his sharp teethies so he talks to the sharks like they’re friends aaa !! makes sure his boys are nice and healthy too

i see bakugou as like a reptile, snake crock person too, just all badass and he’s so proud of his animals !! they’ve got dumb names like “ripper” or “killer” and he helps the kids to not be scared of them 🥺🥺👍🏾

[a-simple-imagine]

The Smarter Witch

Synopsis: You like to consider Hermione your academic rival but things begin to fall apart between the two of you when Malfoy and friends start asking questions. The reader is in Slytherin sorry.

Pairing: Hermione Granger x fem!reader (can be read as romantic or platonic)

Words: 3.5+

A/N - I’ve been rewatching all the Harry Potter Movies at the cinema recently and I think i like it more now than I ever did before. This is my first HP story so go easy on me, okay? Comments are appreciated and requests are open!!

Warnings - Swearing, excessive use of the word mudblood... i think that’s it. 

"Granger," You call out, shoving your things into your bag as quick as humanly possible before charging after her. The crowd of other students growing the distance between you as you slip between them but not without almost crashing into people a bunch of times along the way. "Granger- wait." You try but she continues to walk away with Potter and Weasley beside her. You eventually manage to push your way through until you're walking in step with the trio. The girl stands in the middle, guarded by her two best friends.

"Hey," You offer them a smile, "Guess who got a perfect?"

"How?" It's instinctive to turn your nose up when it comes to Ronald Weasley. Not because of his social status like Malfoy suggests but you just found him rather... irritating. You completely ignore his question; breaking formation, you get ahead of the group and begin to carefully walk backwards so you can focus on the girl. She looked anywhere but at you, however, she had a smirk on her lips. Small but visible.

"Only because Snape favours you," The brunette proclaimed. This was routine for the two of you as of late. Always making excuses as to why the other came out on top. Only because of this. Only because of that. It was never as simple as just studying and doing well.

"You're just jealous that I'm a genius." You insist, your smile growing as you teased your own brilliance. Her head shakes a little.

"Since when were you, two friends?"

"Nobody said anything about friends Weasley-" You growl, your once happy expression morphing into one of pure distaste as you look at him. Spinning gracefully on your heel, you begin to walk normally again. "Since I'm so much smarter than you, I can help you study if you need it."

"I don't need any help from the likes of you, thank you," The likes of you? Did she mean a Slytherin? Or just someone who was smarter than her? Although you didn't actually believe you were smarter... well, not entirely anyway. Hermione Granger was often proclaimed as the smartest in your grade, didn't matter how hard you worked; you'd never quite be the promising young witch everyone seemed to think she was. Which is why you find yourself constantly competing. If you can prove to her you were smart then maybe everyone would see you as more than just a Malfoy crony.

You slap your hand against your chest just above your heart; stumbling backwards as if she just shot an arrow straight through. "Oh, how you wound me, Miss Granger. Care to share how well you did? One hundred percent?" She wouldn't have done badly at least not by everyone else's standard of bad. "Ninety maybe?" You turn back to them, coming to halt directly in front of the girl. "Merlin's beard Hermione, don't tell me you got less than eighty? That would be a travesty."

"if you don't mind, we're a little busy." She hadn't answered the question and as she walked around you, you expected she wasn't going to. "Come along Harry," she took his hand. "Ronald." And his before marching away. You watch them as they go, a smirk lingering before slipping off in search of your friends.

Come Friday afternoon and you found yourself in the great hall. The busy castle was beginning to calm and few people sat in the tables alongside the two of you. You take a sip of some water as you watch the gears in her head turn, debated her next move. At this point you already knew you would win; you always did. While everything else was more of a competition; Hermione Granger surprisingly wasn't all too hard to beat at Wizard's chess. Your Fridays together we're brilliant times to chat though, you'd often sum up any achievements from the week just to see who's doing better.

"I can't believe you beat me in history of magic again- I spent hours on that stupid essay. I basically lived in the library."

"I can help you study if you like," she offered, her eyes not leaving the board as she ordered her bishop forward. You watch as the chess piece moves along the board.

"You're not funny Granger," you tease, ordering your knight forward to take down her bishop. "Check,"

A paper ball hit the back of your head, drawing your attention away. Pansy stood with a wide grin on display, you ignored her and returned to your game but Hermione was also focused on your friend. "I think she wants your attention."

Another paper ball collides against your head. You sigh loudly before turning and mouthing 'what?'

"We're going down to the black lake? You coming?" She asked. "Or are you too busy with the Gryffindor?"

"just give me a sec." You wave her away, turning back to the other girl. "Have you moved?" She nods a little, her hair bouncing with the movements. You examine the board trying to figure out who she had moved but it didn't really matter. With a final move of your queen, the king was knocked off the board. "I do believe that is checkmate."

"I'm beginning to think you're cheating."

"Me?" You ask, pretending to be offended by the notion. "Never. How little faith you have me in, Granger."

"Slytherins are known for being cunning."

"We're not all cheating monsters, my dear sweet Gryffindor. Some of us actually have a conscience."

"I find that hard to believe," Her lips were curled into a cheeky smile. You'd never quite noticed the way her eyes crinkle when her smile is so big or how teethy it was. It was adorable. 

"I gotta go- same time next week? Maybe I'll even let you win."

"I don't need you to let me win,"

"You sure?" Nothing more than a harmless joke as you stand. "How many times in a row have I won now?"

"Slither away," Hermione smiles as you back away towards Pansy. You had to admit, you did firm Hermione to be intriguing.

Being in the same year, meant you actually saw Hermione rather frequently, however, your actual interactions were limited. Yes, you played Wizard's chess together every Friday but other than that, you basically only had very short conversations. It was like being in two completely different worlds simply because you were put in different houses. This school had a weird obsession with separation by houses. You were a proud Slytherin as were you friends but your ambition to branch out was often looked at as beneath some of the others. It was dinner time and you sat at the Slytherin table but your focus was pulled towards a certain familiar Gryffindor student. She just happened to be sat in your eye line, so you couldn't help but amuse her from afar. With funny faces and playful winks. Her most common reactions were shakes of the head or rolling her eyes but you knew secretly she enjoyed the teasing.

"Are you even listening?" A sharp elbow slams into your side. You bite back a groan as you shove the boy gently.

"The hell Draco,"

"What are you staring at?" There was a particularly bite behind his words but you'd grown used to how aggressive he could come across. He was always trying to be the alpha and frankly, everyone let him be. You simply shrug at his question; grabbing an apple and taking a bite.

"What did you want?"

The grey of his eyes flickers in curiosity as he tries to figure out what had you so distracted. When you look across at Granger, she's chatting to Ginny Weasley about something.

"Sometimes I wonder if the sorting hat got it wrong with you," He muses. "Should have put you in Gryffindor since you're so obsessed with Potter."

"Says the boy who never shuts up about him." You fight back. You couldn't care less about Harry Potter or his chosen one status. You knew Malfoy hated him though; it was a little weird just how much.

"You gravely misunderstand my interest in potter."

"I don't care if you have a crush on him Malfoy," There are a few snickers around the table but he's definitely not laughing.

"Don't be ridiculous." He growled, leaving the table. It was only a joke. You follow after him along with the others.

After dinner, you're lounging in the common room. One leg hooked over the arm of the couch as you read a book all about dragons. Fascinating creatures.

"So are you and the Gryffindor friends?"

"Who?" You question. Not even looking at the blonde as he sits down beside you.

"Granger." He confirms. "Pansy thinks you have a crush or something?"

"Pansy is a liar." The joke isn't as funny when it's against you. Your feelings towards Granger was nobody else's business but your own. You were often left conflicted when it came to her. You roll your eyes, sitting up straight. "I just like proving that I'm better than her."

"You spend a lot of time with her," Goyle adds.

"So?" You finally lower your book. Your brows knitted together in a clear frown as you scan the room. A few people had invited themselves into the conversation. "I spend a lot of time with you but doesn't mean I wanna get into your pants,"

"I don't know why you associate with any of them." This was beginning to feel like a lecture. Why do they even care who you hang out with? You didn't care much for the boys but you liked Hermione. She was kind, funny and really smart. You enjoyed the little time you ultimately spent together but if you admitted that, they would crucify you.

"They'd probably say the same about you lot," you state. Bringing the large book back up to cover your face. "Now if you don't mind, I'm trying to read here,"

"You can tell us if you like her," Pansy contributes. "I mean we all know you have a soft spot for the weak."

"Are you taking pity on her?"

"Maybe she wants to start hanging out with Potter. Can you imagine?"

You grit your teeth, not at all reading the words on the page in front of you. They're just trying to get a rise out of you.

"I can't imagine anything more pathetic," Malfoy chuckles followed by a few of the others. "They're an embarrassment to the wizarding world if you ask me. Parading around like they own the place-"

"We're nothing okay?" You slap your book shut. "Not friends or secret lovers or anything, I would never date someone so.... dirty." The word slipped out before you had a chance to stop. You didn't see her that way; she was much too grand to be considered dirty. And you couldn't care less about pure bloodlines. It didn't make her any less of a fantastic witch. "I'm not joining Potter's Merry band of monkeys, so just drop it okay." Ignoring the snickers and hushed whispers, you march off to bed.

It's the Friday following your little session in the common room. You forgave them all of course; you always did. There was no point in being angry at them over some harmless teasing. You had the chessboard set up and even brought along a pack of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans but she was running late. Normally it was you showing up late; very unusual behaviour from someone known for punctuality. But as time ticked on and you were still left alone, you began to realise she wasn't going to turn up. Packing everything up, you decide it'll be best to search for her; something bad must have happened for her to not show at all.

"Weasley," you shout, jogging up to Harry and Ron who seemed to be missing their third arm. "You seen granger?"

"Why?" Asks the redhead. Harry presents you with a smile.

"None of your business," you spit at Ron. "Have you seen her or not?"

"Last we saw her she said she was heading to the library," Harry answered. You offer a grateful smile but you can't help but wonder why she's decided to head to the library. Was there a test you didn't know about? Was she trying to get the upper hand? Surely she could have just told you that instead of having you wait.

"Thanks, Harry," You skip along to the library but the journey proves pointless when you discover she isn't there either. You would be lying if you said you had searched particularly hard before giving up though. There was always next week. With a defeated sigh, you head back towards the common room. Luck must have been on your side because you spot her on the way back. Perched on a ledge with her head in a book. Typical Hermione Granger.

"I've been looking everywhere for you," you announce as you walk towards her. "I thought we were gonna play wizards chess so I could annihilate you again." The faintest sniffle hit your ears and you froze. Was she... crying? Shit. You don't do well with criers; you never know how to handle situations when people cry. It's always so... awkward. "What's wrong?"

"Go away." Her voice is quiet but echoes through the empty corridor.

"Granger?" You closer to her now, leaning against one of the stone columns.

"I said go away," Her words are harsh; she shoves her face further into the book. Was she trying to hide the fact she had been crying? It was pretty obvious at this point.

"What's up with you?" You wonder, folding your arms over your chest.

"I don't want to talk to you,"

"What did I do?" The confusion is very clear in your voice. You'd hardly even spoken to the girl recently so how could you have possibly upset her.

"You're as bad as the rest of them, now leave me alone," Sharp words as she grabbed her things and stormed off. As bad as the rest of them? What did that even mean? Pushing yourself upright, you follow after her.

"What's gotten into you?"

"Just some filthy mudblood am I?" Venomous words spat at you with the speed of a viper. You stumble back a little; she's never been so angry with you. Tears spill down her rosy cheeks."Malfoy told me what you said- Guess I should have known better considering your so-called friends. You're just as cruel as the rest of them."

"Hermione..." you sigh softly. You couldn't exactly defend your fellow Slytherin friends. "Why do you believe him anyway?"

"So you didn't say it then."

"No, I did," you shrug a little. "Well I said you were dirty, I didn't say... that word."

"Mudblood- Same thing though right? You think you're so much better just because you're of Pure blood."

"I didn't say that, I-"

"Just stay away from me." Her tone has you backing down from the fight. You consider following her as she charges off down the hall but instead, you go back to the dorms.

"You're a right git," you exclaim, storming into the room, grip tight on the book you launch at his head. Platinum blonde hair darts of the way.

"What the hell."

"You told her?" All eyes are on you as you confront him.

"What are you on about?"

"Hermione- you told her I thought she was dirty."

"Your words, not mine." Draco shrugged a little. A huff of a laugh passing his lips which pissed you off even more. 

"I-," you look around, picking up a pillow and tossing it at him. "You are such a pain in the ass."

"Why do you care about that filthy mudblood, you said you don't even like her?"

"I don't even like you and yet we're best friends," You shout, looking at the coffee table you grab a mug and aim at the boy. Draco's hand shoots up in defense.

"Don't you dare throw that at me or I swear-" He fought back. You lower your hand and so does he then you throw it anyway, hearing it break as you collapse on the couch. "You don't need someone like that." He muses as he cautiously approaches the couch.

"We can't all be insufferable snobs Malfoy," you grumble, rather casually considering what just happened. "You mess up everything for no bloody reason"

"Probably shouldn't go around calling her dirty then," He argues. "I didn't make you say that..."

The boy hovers over the back of the couch and you shove him away. "I hate you."

You realise you have to be the one because Malfoy's not about to admit he did anything wrong. And you know at the end of the day it was your fault for saying it in the first place. You retire to your bed, no longer watching to deal with other people.

For the next week or so Hermione avoids you like the plague. You'd obviously see her in some of your classes but when you'd try to speak to her after, she'd rush out before you had a chance to so much as saying hi. If you managed to catch her gaze, she'd stare daggers; if looks could kill you'd be six feet under by now. You'd sometimes find her in the library, it was the one place she could cause a scene but neither could you. When you tried to whisper to her, she'd completely ignore you. You were beginning to miss the limited interaction you hard; Half the fun of studying was ultimately doing better than her in the end.

The girl was alone today, searching the shelves. The library was fairly empty and it was getting late. You take the opportunity to make some paper birds and send them fluttering over to her. One by one until she whispers yells at you to stop. You chuckle. Doing it again. This develops into a habit throughout the next couple of days. You'll send paper birds her way, just to get a reacting out of her. You start writing little messages on them too but you don't think she ever reads them before setting them on fire.

It becomes abundantly clear she's not giving in and therefore one day during breakfast you abandon your table and enter what Malfoy would consider enemy territory. Pushing Neville aside to sit next to Hermione. A bunch of lions look to you like you'd just entered their den without permission; in their defense, you never sit here. Hermione gets up to leave but not before you can grab her wrist.

"Can you please stop ignoring me," she yanks out of your grip, walking away to leave you surrounded by kids you've only ever spoken to in passing. You groan loudly.

"What happened between you two?" Ron asked.

"Do you ever keep out of other people's business Weasley or do you have some obsessive need to weasel your way into everything."

"Just tryna help, jeez."

"If you must know, Malfoy told her that I referred to her as a... y'know."

"Mudblood?" Harry continues for you.

"I called her dirty but I didn't mean it."

"Thought you weren't friends anyway," Ron wore a smirk like he caught you out or something so you just ignore him.

"Now she's ignoring me. I just want her to talk to me."

"Have you apologised?"

"How can I apologise if she won't bloody talk to me, Harry? I thought you were supposed to be smart." You comment, dropping your head against the table. "I've tried writing notes but she burns all of them. I'm running out of ideas, I can only be so charming."

"Can't really help you there," Ron replies.

"All the boys in this school are so bloody useless," you sigh dramatically, slamming your hands on the table to push yourself up. "You’re her best friends and you can't help? Pathetic."

You debate joining the others but you decide against it and leave the great hall. You're not hungry anymore.

"You really should stop sending paper birds," The voice catches you off guard, whipping your wand out before realising it's her.

"I'll stop if you talk to me again," You counter, lowering your wand.

"I'm not ashamed of my parents."

"And you shouldn't be." Your head falls, "I really am sorry for what I said, it was definitely a peer pressure thing and I was stupid." You blurt out. "Malfoy can just be a lot sometimes and I was trying to study so... I don't think you're less than just because your parents are muggles Hermione. Not even a little." You take a deep breath. "I just want my friend back."

She hesitates. "Oh, so we're friends now huh?"

"Only if you want to be," You shrug. There was part of you that wanted to say maybe you like her as more than that but you kept it to yourself; at least for now. "I understand if you don't like... I was really shitty."

"So Friday then?"

"What?"

"Wizards chess? I think I may be able to beat you now, I've been practising."

"Pfft not likely," You tease, your smile growing. "Friday sounds good."

// NEXT

[razzle-zazzle]

OHOHOHOHOHO



K I did it lol

[yozzers]

yozzer’s bakugan brawler thoughts

so i can keep track of what i end up thinking of and if anyone’s interested in reading them all in one place and since i’m in such a bakugan mood this week...

ALICE GEHABICH - shes so versatile for gender thoughts im serious, holding trans girl alice and “masquerade was her trans awakening” trans guy alice <-- latter is super indulgent and more like me projecting how masquerade was one of the characters that influenced how i wanted to be perceived as a kid (evil and masculine). wow alice ur so very gender i wish i had ur range  - she should’ve had a borzoi pet dog  - i think more people should draw her with two tones hair like idec how you draw it but give her some blonde hair eh eh eh ? 

SHUN KAZAMI  - trans but is so distanced from the lgbt community he simply wouldn’t even consider himself trans  - half chinese on his dads side bcs i said so and its my favorite character i can make him a little chinese since we dont know anything abt his dad  - his fashion style is whatever u call modernizing traditional clothes so they can be worn casually, with a mix of goth.  - went through a warrior cat phase with runo 

RUNO MISAKI - scene girl look but its like scene girl lite i dont think she’d commit too hard to it but she digs the general aesthetic - i think she should’ve been childhood friends with dan and shun, before my rewatch i thought she was... think dan and runo would’ve been funnier as childhood friends.  - nightcore fan - went through a warrior cat phase with shun

DAN KUSO - depending on how i feel he is either the token cishet friend or also trans but is unaware shun is also trans until s2-3 - his eyes are brown but are like borderline burgandy  - he’s got canine teethies, sharp

JULIE MAKIMOTO - should’ve been more lovecore thats my only criticism  - i think she shouldve been more rude but in the “^v^ omg totally!” way,  and then spits in ur food when ur not looking  - horse girl  - the type of person to write love letters for fun and then just puts them in a neat box or something (isnt there a movie w something like this idk)

MARUCHO MARUKURA - frog/crab liker, i think thats canon but i need it emphasized - his character development is not being a captialist and wealth hoarder after s1 (idk how true this is ive only watched s1 and remember like 2 things about s2)  - confession... i hate marucho fr some reason, i love all his bakugan but he just doesnt do it fr me so i don’t have many thoughts on him

[zombiesama]

Uno..... is. Attractive thanks.

[lumau]

Can we have some 28 for Froststorm after yulour cute detail the other day?

YES! Thank you for letting me write more about the dragon neck kisses!

This is somewhat of a sequel, a few months after the last scene. It turned out way different than I thought... Apparently Li Ming has some issues, and soft Ao Shun is a thing now? I’m also adding a few bonus hcs re the dragon neck bites / kisses at the end.

kiss marks the spot

The scene was calm and beautiful in its simplicity. Li Ming sat at the clean, modern table, his long silver hair falling smoothly over the back of the equally sleek designer chair. The skylight window let in the bright morning, suggesting another sunny day ahead. The swift tapping of his long fingers on the keys of his laptop was the only sound in the silent, minimalistic parlour. Ao Shun, who had just got up, strolled over to him. He knew Li Ming would sense his presence even though he had his back turned towards him. As a dragon king, being noticed was part of his nature.

"Good morning."

He lay his hands, covered in a dark scale pattern and each finger ending in a perfectly manicured claw, on Li Ming's shoulders and placed a kiss on the top of his head. He let a single claw glide under the open collar of Li Ming's shirt and tenderly ran it across the smooth skin underneath. Li Ming did not look up from his work, but willingly tilted his head to one side. Ao Shun paused, as he noticed a bruise on Li Ming's bared neck. Things had gotten a bit rough last night. He carefully brushed it with his claw, before bending down to touch his lips to it.

"I marked you," he rumbled against the other dragon's skin, slipping his arms around his shoulders and chest to pull him back against him.

"I know," Li Ming gave a little sigh, that could have shown indignation at the disruption of his work, had it not been for the twitch in the corners of his mouth that gave away his pleasure, "and thereby forced me to wear high collared shirts for the next days. You know they don't go so well with my ties."

Ao Shun chuckled with a thunderous purring noise. He always enjoyed the effect that had if he brought his mouth close to the other’s ear. Li Ming squirmed free from his grip and tried to focus back on the email he had been writing.

"If I get this contract out within the next hour, we should have that deal with Taiwan in the bag," he said.

"Scrap the deal, I will renounce that artist. What I want is your eyes and lips on me, now."

After a pointed pause, a silent expression of his disfavour towards abandoning the work, Li Ming turned away from his laptop. Ao Shun pulled him up from his chair and leaned back against the desk, drawing him close. The red of his eyes met Li Ming's light ones, and a smile curled his mouth, slightly shifting the scales on his cheeks. It were these rare, minute moments of defiance, in which Li Ming's real beauty and strength shone through his usual icy composure, always perfect and sharp like a crystal blade. Ao Shun enjoyed it immensely when he dropped some of those outer layers and entrusted him with what lay beyond.

"Kiss me," he said with a smirk.

Li Ming held his gaze for another moment before leaning in, but Ao Shun tilted his head sideways, exposing his strong, dark neck instead. When nothing happened, he looked up again to find Li Ming staring at him blankly, eyes wide and bright.

Ao Shun was not too surprised, in fact, by Li Ming's reaction. He had noticed that while they regularly exchanged all sorts of tender touches and intimate guestures, the other dragon had never kissed his neck the way he did. His provocation just now had been spontaneous, but he wanted to get to the bottom of the matter after all.

"Why don't you reciprocate?" he asked in a low voice.

Li Ming blinked at him, scandalized. "How could I...?" he stammered.

Ao Shun's face grew sombre, eyes slitting. "Li Ming. You have been sharing my bed for months now, not to mention your years of serving me. But this you won't do?"

"My lord, Ao Shun, I would not disobey if you really wanted me to..."

Ao Shun knew that Li Ming automatically retorted to polite formality when he was shaken. Still, he could not help the flare of anger that resulted in a gathering of quickly thickening clouds outside the windows, blocking the morning sun.

"I will never order you to partner me, Li Ming." There was a rumble outside, echoed in Ao Shun's low voice. "Have I misread your intentions? Do you not like me that way?"

Li Ming's gaze dropped. He shifted uncomfortably. A static electricity filled the air.

"I cannot express how I feel for you," he murmured. "It would not be appropriate."

"Appropriate?" A bolt of lightning parted the gray clouds above the skylight. Ao Shun took a deep breath. Li Ming's almost stubborn restraint was aggravating.

There was a pause. When Li Ming looked up at Ao Shun, his eyes shone red in his stern face. "You can have me any way you want. You don't even need to ask. I would do anything for you. We can't simply pretend to be equal."

"Li Ming," Ao Shun's face softened, and he reached out a hand to touch the dragon's cheek, "I am offering this part in my life to you, because I want you close to me. You don't need to worry about impropriety." He paused, "Is it possible that you just find it hard to express how you feel?"

The silver dragon blushed a deep crimson. The low growling thunder ebbed off, as Ao Shun pulled Li Ming into a tight embrace. "Come here, you infuriating ice block."

They held each other close, and Ao Shun could feel with some satisfaction that Li Ming was relaxing against his body. Suddenly a beeping sound cut through the silence, almost making them jump. Li Ming reached out for his sleek, flat phone on the table.

"Ah," he swiped across the screen, "it is your first appointment, the conference call in B.13, in 10 minutes."

Ao Shun sighed, disappointed by the prospect of returning to their business-like manner all too soon. He shifted to his full human form, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt with his now clawless fingers.

Li Ming set his phone down and paused. He looked back, but instead of striding off to pull up the files in preparation for the meeting, he stepped closer once more and began to tie the king's tie in a perfect knot.

Ao Shun smiled softly, as he watched Li Ming's efficient fingers work. He leaned forward to touch their foreheads together.

"I did not mean to get upset and pressure you", he said. "Take your time."

.......................................................................................

Hc time!

Neck bites / kisses are very intimate and a sign of trust and respect between dragons (close to the pulse; baring the throat; life & death stuff) During mating rituals they might be a means of ongoing, mutual consent. The implications of a bite or kiss to the neck include entrusting ones body to the other. In human form, dragons are much more sensitive to neck kisses (and other touch), as the skin is softer and not covered in scales. Neck kisses might be an expression of sexual and emotional desire or intimate trust and commitment. While dragons are sexually pretty open, they would not exchange neck kisses or bites casually. They are either for sealing a contract / commitment or similar to saying "I love you" in a meaningful way. Between Ao Shun and Li Ming, neck kisses have got a special meaning. Exchanging these in (semi-)human form becomes a bonding ritual. Li Ming does not think it's appropriate for him to kiss Ao Shun's neck (yet) though, due to their different ranks. He would never consider requesting so much power over Ao Shun. He does not think he needs to agree or reciprocate either, as he is sworn to Ao Shun anyways. He does really like it when Ao Shun gives them though, sometimes very soft, sometimes rather teethy. Ao Shun wants to demonstrate his honest commitment and respect for Li Ming by granting him the honour and finds it somewhat difficult to not feel rejected when he declines. Ao Shun is also often exasperated by Li Ming's cold formality and his difficulty expressing his personal feelings.

[g-a-y-b-a-c-o-n]

EVERYONE STFU I WILL NOW BE DRAWING ALL NETFLIX ADAPTATION WITCHERS AS TINY LITTLE MONSTROUS CREATURES.

Say what you want but Alzur’s Legacy’s Eskel and Vesemir had, by far, the most chaotic energy despite being on screen for, like, three minutes.

[gumnut-logic]

Minerva (Bit 3)

Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3

Finally I have some writing to share. I might be getting my head back on straight, yay!

Buckets of Science!Gordon in this one. yes, I’ve let my inner geek out, sorry :D

Many thanks to @scribbles97​ for the read through and reassurance when I get wibbly :D

I hope you enjoy this pile of marine fluff :D Approx. 2000 words worth :D

-o-o-o-

Gordon grinned and clapped his hands together. “So, what shall we do next? A little Minerva 101? A walk on the reef? Or a swim?” Those hands were rubbed together eagerly.

“You’ve just eaten, Gordon.”

“So?”

Andre stood up. “It is my recommendation that we wait before attempting swimming.”

“Aw, Annie.”

The glare Andre shot his husband almost melted the stern of the boat.

Cecil grinned and winked at his husband.

Virgil bit his tongue. “You think you can lug me onto that reef?” In the distance, the open ocean crashed against the outer reef rim. It was hard to see if there was even any dry land from this distance.

Gordon’s grin turned fond. “Wouldn’t go without you, bro. Told you, I brought the water chair.”

Virgil felt the simple emotion behind that statement and his heart warmed. The water chair was something he himself had put together for Gordon all those years ago after the hydrofoil accident. His brother hadn’t been able to swim and the hoverchair could not operate under or over water. So, borrowing a little Thunderbird technology, Virgil had built one that could. With some feedback and suggestions from its over-the-moon recipient, Virgil had tweaked the design to the point that it could literally operate as a diver assist with minimal effect on its immediate environment while still enabling the operator to ‘walk on water’.

Tracy Industries now produced a trimmed down economical version for world-wide distribution. Gordon was the poster boy for the program and loved seeing people experience water in ways that had been denied them in the past.

But the original, the prototype, was kept on Tracy Island with Gordon. Virgil serviced it every couple of years and it had even been used a few times since.

But never by Virgil.

After stripping into their own water wear, it took some manoeuvring and both nurses to get into Virgil into some wet gear. It was awkward and frustrating, but both Andre and Cecil were gentle and understanding. Gordon stood ready to assist, his eyes warm, his hand briefly brushing Virgil’s hair.

Virgil was grateful, but hated every second.

The casts on his legs were specifically printed for him, a high-tech honeycomb of support, providing strength without the weight and bulk of traditional plaster. And they were water friendly, allowing both air flow and ultimately water flow around his injured limbs.

It took all three men to get Virgil safely into the inflatable.

“Virg, you’ve been stealing far too many of Scott’s apple pies.”

“Speak for yourself.” Virgil grit his teeth as they lowered him into the smaller boat. “Are you sure about this?” So much work to get one person onto a reef.

“Not going without you, bro. Apple pie butt or no.” The determined expression on his little brother’s face put an end to that argument.

The water chair was tucked behind a seat along with snorkelling equipment and a stash of Gordon’s scientific gear and within minutes they were motoring across relatively shallow waters spotted with tropical reef. Virgil peered over the side watching the ever so clear azure pass beneath them. The colours were amazing.

The atoll was obviously the remains of yet another undersea volcano. Living on Tracy Island, which was a volcano itself, gave him some familiarity with the symptoms. But unlike the islands in the Kermadec arc, this volcano hadn’t quite made it above the waterline. It had, however gotten close enough to bring its rim into the sunlit zone of the ocean, enabling coral to gain a foothold and build the reef that had accomplished the task.

As the rim grew closer, the water grew shallower, to the point where Gordon had to slow the inflatable or risk impaling it on submerged living limestone.

The roar of open ocean grew closer. The crash of massive waves that the coral rim was protecting them from. Virgil closed his eyes and soaked in the saltwater air, the breeze and the soundscape.

I was invigorating and relaxing at the same time.

At some point he became aware of eyes on him and he opened his own only to encounter Gordon smiling softly.

Ever so quiet. “That’s more like it.”

Virgil was caught between fondness and embarrassment. But Gordon didn’t say anything else and turned back to steering the boat. Neither Andre or Cecil appeared to have noticed, possibly through courtesy.

Virgil let one hand trail in the cool, clear water and closed his eyes again.

He might have just drifted off right there and then but for the sudden cease of the outboard which had been chugging along relatively slowly in any case. The inflatable drifted as Gordon deployed an anchor and Andre pulled out the water chair, unfolding the leg supports.

“Okay, Virg, let’s get your apple pie butt into the chair.”

Virgil growled at his brother, but Gordon only grinned, climbing behind him and, with Cecil’s help, lifting him enough for Andre to slide the contraption under said butt.

The chair’s gel morphed to his shape, fitting snuggly and supporting his back as Gordon strapped him in. Andre secured the leg braces, connecting them to his casts.

Andre jumped over the side and landed in waist deep water.

Gordon curled his hand around Virgil’s arm. “Okay, bro, let’s see how much fish you have in you.” Another teethy grin as he and Cecil lifted Virgil over the edge of the inflatable and lowered him with Andre’s guidance into the water.

Virgil palmed the seat’s control, which previously he had only used to test the contraption, and micro-thrusters fired up stabilising him as he slipped into the water.

A moment of wobble and the seat settled at waist depth in the water, its quiet hum barely audible over the ripples lapping against the boat.

“Well, it seems those apple pies aren’t going to sink you today.”

“Gordon!”

His brother only laughed as he joined him in the water with a splash…which landed mostly on Virgil.

He wanted to both throttle and hug Gordon to death.

Cecil joined them, smoothly sliding off the inflatable, and all four of them made their way towards the massive reef sticking a good foot above the low tide.

“Watch where you step. Virg has the advantage here. Lots of sharp nasties if you’re not careful.”

Virgil was too busy enjoying the water. The chair automatically adjusted to the surface and he was able to raise or lower it at will. As they neared the inner edge of the reef, he engaged the secondary thruster array and pushed himself above the waterline. The breeze caressed his skin.

The reef ledge was quite a step up. A purple-brown, the limestone sported a continual waterfall of seawater pushed by the swell from the open ocean on the other side.

Gordon slipped in behind him and gave the chair a nudge to get it high enough to engage with the raised surface. Virgil fiddled with the controls until the seat stabilised, hovering just a few inches above the rock and all the rockpools it held.

And there were a lot of rock pools.

Virgil had a sudden flashback to a young Gordon dashing from one rock pool to the next, yelling out his discoveries of this fish, that shell, the occasional ticked off crab…

The incident with the blue-ringed octopus particularly came to mind.

But his little brother had been six then. Theoretically, he was an adult now, one of advanced marine experience.

“Virg! Come and have a look at this!”

Then again...

Sure enough, it was a rock pool and it had some kind of eel trapped in it. Gordon started babbling Latin at him before Virgil had even made it close enough to see the thing clearly.

There was a camera, several shots, some holofilm and lots and lots of incomprehensible marine science-ese.

Virgil had to bite his lip not to grin like a loon.

Cecil appeared to be a disciple of Gordon, his knowledge obviously not up there with the aquanaut’s, but ever so interested and eager to learn. Gordon revelled in the opportunity and Virgil got to sit back and watch his little brother disappear into his element.

Andre hovered about his patient, on duty at all times. “You can relax, Andre. I’m good. Have a bit of fun.”

The quiet man smiled. “I am.” His eyes were on Cecil as his husband darted after Gordon from rock pool to rock pool chattering excitedly with the aquanaut.

Virgil pulled out his phone and took some photos of his brother and his student. “You may never get him back.”

Andre snorted. “I have my ways, don’t worry.”

An arched eyebrow found the nurse smiling again.

With Gordon off in science land, Virgil took the opportunity to do a little exploring of his own. He lowered the chair enough so he could reach down and touch the rock beneath the water. It was sharp, rough and covered in life. The rock pools were truly fascinating. Corals lived in niches, sea urchins huddled in all their spikiness, but it was the giant clams that caught his eye the most.

They had some brilliant colours and they reacted to his presence, closing up abruptly if he startled them. They were quite a distance down and he found himself poking into deeper pools as he scooted along the inner edge of the reef.

They came in a number of shades, but the most brilliant was a vivid blue. His eyes were attracted to the subtle patterns and his fingers itched to record them. His phone filled with shots at the thought of future paintings.

“Thought you might like those.”

Virgil nearly dropped his phone. That, of course, only produced a grin on Gordon’s behalf.

Virgil was hovering over a particularly deep rock pool and at the very bottom, wedged in a crevice, sat a beautiful blue example. It was still mostly open, displaying its variegated mantle. Due to a sudden lack of breeze and the clarity of the water, it was very visible, and Virgil had already taken several holoshots, a composition combining sea urchins, several of the bright red fish and the clam, already in mind.

Behind him Cecil was bouncing on his feet a few metres away gesticulating in excitement as he raved at Andre. Andre had that smile on his face again, the one where love and amusement met and each tried to take dominance.

“I think you’ve started something over there.” Virgil grinned at his brother.

A snort. “Cess has always had an interest. I’m just fanning the flames.”

“Luring him to cook for us forever?”

“Mmmmaybe.”

Virgil chuckled and earned himself a pair of sparkling amber eyes.

“Mel wants a clam count.”

A blink. “What?”

“She’s worried there might be poaching happening here. This place gets a lot of traffic. I had John check for yachts before we came and the fact there are none other than us here is a rarity.”

“People steal the clams?” Virgil stared down at the beautiful creature below.

Gordon sighed. “Is there anything people won’t do? Mel wants a count so we can do a population snapshot. Shouldn’t be too hard. I’ve adapted one of our lifesign locators for their particular form. Not sure it’s going to work, but I was hoping that between us, we could rig it.”

Virgil stared up at his brother. Gordon had planned this, but he had planned it well. Virgil couldn’t resist the challenge, and much like his aquanaut brother, certain stains on humanity really got his back up.

“Sure.”

Gordon’s smile was an honest one. “But no pushing it, Virg, or Scott will have my hide.”

As if summoned by his name, a roar swelled in the distance and out of nowhere Thunderbird One shot into the air space above them, VTOL flaring as she came to a sudden halt.

Their comms spat into life. “Thunderbird One to A Little Lightning, whatcha doing down there?”

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HHH GOT ANY HEADCANNONS FOR BENS PARENTS? -UWU ANON

~there’s no need to shout, Emi (@childoftermina helped btw)~

Ben’s Mother

Very strong woman :3

^ Boty mentally and physically. She could withstand almost anything, can and will shout at her husband if he dare lay a finger on her son

Ginger-haired and skinny. She has a very sharp face (cheeks more than anything) and a small, button nose

T O N S of freckles

Green eyes!

The name’s Rachel!

Ben’s Father

Again, very strong

^ However only physically. He can yank a full grown adult off their feet and over his shoulder with very little problem

Tall, brown-haired, somewhat overweight. A round face with the perfect teethies! :3

Very formal. Always wearing dress shirts/dress pants/dress shoes/suits. Dresses to impress!

Brown eyes!

The name’s David!