#hunter is a proud papa

[im-no-jedi]

the lighting 👌🏻

his hair 😘

his smile 😍😍😍

[silverofthunder]

☆ body and blood ☆

🔻DRACOPIA SERIES 🔻

Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader

summary: One night Reader meets a mysterious man at the cemetery and there forms an instant connection that is not easy to understand but they both embrace it.

content: 37.8k words || mystery (kind of), drama, fantasy, vampires, family stuff, romance, fluff, mentions of blood and killing, angst, hurt/comfort, friendship, some humor, SFW/NSFW...

parts:

watcher in the night (2.6k)

hunter's moon (3.1k)

heart's desires (2.6k)

(the beauty of) your world (2.8k)

the greatest temptation (2.9k)

downfall (2.6k)

a thought of forever (2.8k)

of decisions and right moments (2.8k)

bliss and fear (3k)

shadow of the past (2.8k)

confessions (2.6k)

where i belong (2.7k)

life eternal (3.8k)

➡️ also on AO3

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finished on 29/08/2024

Wow, I did it. I really did it. I wrote a proper length, multichapter fic and finished it. This is a huge achievement for me, honestly, as long stories have never been my strongest suit. But I’m so proud of myself that I managed to keep this together at least some way. This is far from perfect but I think that this still might be my best work of all so far. This was supposed to be only a few chapter long thing, originally, but then everything got out of hand and then I noticed that the story really pulled me in and now we are here, 13 chapters later. This was supposed to be just a silly, little thing but grew to be so much more. It took a bit over 5 months to get here but I’m impressed how fast I really did this. Writing this has been an amazing, challenging and instructive experience. While I loved writing this, this also proved why I haven’t written anything this long before. It requires so much work so that you can keep everything together and not forget anything important. But I’m so happy I did this, went with the flow and saw how this turned out. Lastly, I want to thank all those who have read this, left kudos or comments (liked or reblogged this). Those mean so much. ♥

[zoeykallus]

Hi there! I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if you could write the Batch’s reaction to their kids first time walking up to them? Just some cute first steps ^^ Your writing is something I read almost every day and it always makes me smile, but please take your time and have a nice day/night!

Aloha! Still breathing, despite the circumstances 😅

A cute little request 😊 Sorry you had to wait so long!

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - The Very First Steps

Fluff

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Summary: The boys were on a longer mission, you stayed behind with the love child of you and your Batcher. When the boys return, your little bundle of joy can already walk, which your Batcher sees for the first time today.

Hunter

At first, he can't believe his eyes when you carefully lower your child from your arm onto it's little shod feet.

"Go and say hello to your daddy," you say gently.

The toddler wiggles off, still very clumsy and wobbly, but without falling, tongue half out from concentrated effort. Hunter beams, and squats down, reaching his arms out to the child.

Hunter is all tingly, he was so looking forward to finally seeing you two again. He is also a little worried that the child might fall. But he is immensely proud when it finally reaches him, and he takes the little one in his arms.

"Who do we have here? Is this my little whirlwind?"

The child giggles, babbles and coos as Hunter tickles it and gently squeezes it in his arms. Of course, at the first opportunity, it reaches for Hunter's long hair and pulls at it in fascination.

"Ouch, that hurts my little monster," he says laughing softly, trying to free his hair from the surprisingly strong little fingers.

Echo

He beams all over his face, kneeling on the floor with his arms outstretched.

"Look at you, my little bundle of joy can walk!"

Wrecker standing next to him chuckles and says, "Looks like a mini drunk, one step forward, two steps back, two steps forward, one step back hehehehe".

"My kid is definitely not drunk" Echo says patiently and continues to beam at his kid who is coming towards him very slowly but steadily.

The last few steps, the little one accelerates again and finally falls towards Echo. He catches the kid and deftly picks it up in his arms. The little one gives a joyful squeak and immediately gropes Echo's face.

"Babababababa!"

"Yeah, you tell him kid!", Wrecker laughs and makes his way to the Marauder.

Echo is immensely proud and pleased, his heart feels all warm and fuzzy. As your eyes meet, you beam at each other, full of joy.

Wrecker

He is so excited, he nudges his brothers.

"Look! Look! My baby is walking!"

Wrecker is super proud and happy, grinning from ear to ear.

"Come 'ere little boo, come to papa!"

The little one runs diligently toward him until it sees something shiny on the ground, stops, and plops down on its diaper to get a closer look at the object.

"Hey, Boo! What are you doing?"

Wrecker gets up and walks over to his child. The toddler finally reaches out to him, holding out what it found, a shard.

"BA!"

Startled, Wrecker takes the shard and says, "Oh, oh, no Boo, you can't play with that."

"Ba?"

"That thing gives you an owie."

With a grin you approach the two and say, "Well look at that, like father like child, gets distracted very easily by shiny things"

Wrecker smirks wryly and kisses your cheek.

Tech

As almost always, he has his holopad in hand, but hastily tucks it back on his belt when he sees you standing and waiting with your child on the landing pad.

As you let the little one get to his feet, Tech pauses, feeling pride welling up inside him and a heartwarming joy. He smiles and squats down as the child wobbles off to meet him.

"Very good little one, one foot in front of the other, come to daddy".

Relieved that his child has not fallen and proud, he finally reaches out and takes the little one in his arms.

"Very good my darling, very good" he coos contentedly.

The child presses a finger to the tip of his nose and says, "Boop!"

"That's my nose," Tech says gently.

"Boop!" the child repeats energetically, tapping his nose again.

"Nose," Tech says patiently.

"BOOP!"

Laughing, you come over to the two of them and say, "That's a little game Cid started, you need to do that to the little one too"

"Oh," says Tech, who finally catches on and returns the gesture, gently tapping the tiny little nose, saying "Boop!"

The child giggles excitedly.

Crosshair

Crosshair takes off his rifle and immediately thrusts the rifle into the surprised Hunter's hands.

"Come here, little ass kicker," he says with a proud smirk, and goes into a crouch.

He watches the kid's wobbly but purposeful steps with attention and amusement.

"Look at you, you can walk already, soon you'll be able to live up to your nickname," Crosshair says with a soft laugh.

Hunter, knowing he's about to get another side blow, sighs softly.

Crosshair finally takes the child proudly in his arms and lifts it up. Pointing in Hunter's direction, he says, "See, that's Uncle Killjoy, you've been trying to kick him in Mommy's tummy all the time."

Hunter rolls his eyes, but then with a smile, gently squeezing the stuffed animal he bought for the child into It's arms, he says, "No matter how mean your daddy is, Uncle Hunter will always love and protect you."

Crosshair feels touched, but he doesn't grant Hunter more than a small smirk before turning away and walking to you with the child, so he doesn't have to talk about what he said.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[moonmeg]

!!TW for panel 3-5// Blood

Seeing him unharmed and alive in his crib was the greatest relief. He was crying but he was alive. With a soft shush she picked the babe from the crib and cradled him in her arms.

"It's alright, little sprout, it's all perfectly fine. Mama's here.", she tried to calm him with a small rocking motion. Her eyes were fully fixated on his little chubby face and the big round tears running down his pink cheeks. It was still a bit surreal to think this was her baby. Her baby that she had carried beneath her heart for almost nine months. Cat started walking around the room while continuing her attempt to calm him. By now she had figured out how to tell his cries apart. His current cry wasn't of hunger, nor did he have an unpleasant smell about him.

"Did you have a bad dream, my love?", she asked and gently wiped the tears off his face, "Me too...". Robyn wasn't a talker just yet, but he was a great listener. While Cat had many great advisors and comforters around her, whenever she started to speak with Robyn, she realized that sometimes all it needs is someone who simply listens. Of course, she knew he doesn't understand her and that he won't remember any of what she's telling him but the idea that he did was nice enough for her to continue talking to him. So she began fighting against Robyn's cries by retelling him her own dream.

"I dreamed about your Papa. He was here and he looked so proud and full of love as he looked at you. We were all together, just as intended. We were happy.", she smiled at the image in her head. How he was standing next to her before the self-made crib he had spent months on. His hand's firm grip on her upper arm as he pulled her closer to him. His warm brown eyes carrying the love he feels for her in just one look. His proud smile towards his son, his soft touch on her cheek and chin. It all felt so real. Cat couldn't help the tear she shed upon the repeating realization that this image will never be a reality. He was gone. No matter how much in denial she wanted to be or was about it.

Caleb was gone.

"Then he appeared.", she put emphasis on "he". Cathy didn't want to speak his name, nor did she want Robyn to ever hear that name. She would rather have that name and the person it was given to be forgotten. That was his biggest concern, wasn't it? He wanted to be remembered as great witch hunter and as savior to humanity. He wanted his name in history books and an everlasting legacy. She figured, she would not give him that.

She knows she can't shut away the story attached to that person. Sooner or later Robyn would ask what had happened to his father and she wasn't planning on lying to him. But if Robyn never hears the name, even if he retells the story of Caleb's fate to friends or perhaps even his own children some day, the name would never be mentioned and slowly be forgotten. It would be "the person" and not "Philip".

Cat paused, thinking of how to continue the telling. The images flashing her mind threw her right back to that terrible day. Right back to the horrifying sight of her beloved Caleb lying in a growing puddle of blood on the floor, clenching his side, coughing...

She had tried her best to push those memories back and instead replace them with happy memories of him. It was too painful a sight to revisit again and again but she wasn't able to push it away fully.

His blood-dyed shirt, the blood strains on his chin and his arm, the pain and sadness in his eyes, the last of his strength he put into a final kiss before he exhaled one last time and lost the life in his body... she was there. She held him through it all.

She feared those moments would now be her steady company in life. They would always return and reopen the wound and she couldn't escape it.

Catherine looked back to her little son, still very much crying, as she decided to not go into detail about what exactly her subconsciousness tortured her with. Both, because it wasn't fit to tell your month old baby and because she could hardly bear saying the required words.

"I'll spare us both of telling what he did. But he did something horrible. And then...he said something so cruel about you.", she brushed her index finger over Robyn's cheek as if he knew what cruelty was said and she wanted to comfort him.

Robyn's cries lost volume but they weren't gone. He noticed he was no longer alone in the crib but that he was held by someone and he noticed quickly it was his mother so close to him. He knew her scent and he recognized her voice. Sometimes that's all he needed to calm down again: mama.

Said mama stared at him in adoration. She loved her little sprout ever since the healers told her she was pregnant. He has grown so much in just eight months and he still was. She was in awe every time anew. That's her son. Her little boy, who surely would grow into a fine young man... much like his late father. Catherine saw the world in this little life and she was proud to call herself his mother.

"He's just so wrong about you. He said you were never supposed to exist...", her brows furrowed in confusion. If Robyn was never supposed to exist, clearly he wouldn't be here now and clearly, Caleb and her would've never been able to conceive him in the first place. If, by Philip's logic, this child was the aftermath of a so-called "sin", if not a "sin" himself, surely that almighty person Caleb and his brother believed in would've not allowed Robyn to exist. She barely understood any of that topic and yet still even regarding that human belief, everything speaks *for* her baby's existence, not against it.

Robyn made a noise, striking his fist in the air as if in protest of the statement. His cries having ceased under Cathy's rocking-while-walking.

"Yeah.", Cat chuckled and validated Robyn's reply, "He's absolutely wrong.".

She paused for a moment to take the blanket from the crib and wrap him up in it. He was calm now again and it wouldn't take long before he dozed off again. So she hoped at least. Once wrapped up, she adjusted him and placed him over her chest, his head in the crook of her neck, where she was shielding it with her hand.

"You're a gift. The most amazing, wonderful, beautiful gift. And we love you more than anything else. Your father and me.", Cat smiled and turned her head to kiss his crown. She kept her lips pressed to his forehead as the clear night sky caught her attention for a while.

"I wonder what traits of yours he picked up, sweetheart.", she pulled her head back to examine her baby's face once again. There wasn't much of Caleb in Robyn's face but that's to blame on Robyn being a baby still. Of course his facial features are to grow over the years and he wouldn't have a sharp angular jaw as infant but so far Robyn has picked up more from his mother than his father.

"Maybe his hair will stay this light? Maybe his eyes are a warm brown? Or maybe it's something completely different?"

She would welcome any resemblance to her lost love and she would lie if she denied the fact she wished he looked more like Caleb sometimes rather than her when Robyn's older. She'd have her beloved's face back. She'd have his blond locks back. She'd have his beautiful brown eyes back. She'd have him back at least somehow.

Then she noticed Robyn's pointy ears - a trait definitely from her - and further spun the thoughts.

Robyn could grow into her long face and pointy chin. His dirty blond could grow into the brown of her's over the years. He could have her piercing teal eyes. He could be the spitting image of her just as much as he could be of that of Caleb.

"Maybe he barely looks like you when he's older...", she frowned upon the conclusion.

Turning away from the window, she drew a circle in the air and the curtains closed. She got back into bed, holding her infant son tightly as she still lightly rocked him back and forth. She kissed his head again. Whichever traits he picked up from Caleb and whichever from her, in the end her baby was beautiful and perfect just the way he is. He was a gift. Caleb's most precious gift. One she will protect from harm with her life. Her little sprout. Her little Robyn.

[carboncat0]

rant about Giorno’s character because i’m sleep deprived and i just heard birds chirping

love how they tell us Giorno is Dio’s son via character traits and story arcs

so like in the main universe(1-6) all JoJo were being thrown into action, something happened to them and forced them to react (Jotaro�� mom, Shigechi’s death etc.) and Giorno is the only one who acts first, actively trying to do something to reach his goal

Diavolo didn’t do shit to him before their encounter, there is no revenge or redemption, bro just wanted his job i guess

not saying that other JoJo are lesser than Giorno, they just want to be a normal person. they don’t want to fight, they don’t want the trama, but fate forced them into the mess

Jonathan didn’t want to be a vampire hunter, he wants to live a happy married life with Erina; Jotaro didnt want to kill the same vampire again bro just wants to be a marine biologist. they react, they fight, they defeat the evil and they tried so hard to go back to their normal life after those traumatic events

Giorno is different because he has the Dio blood in him, by nature he craves power, just like his papa (and every other villains.) and he succeed, he gain the power and status he wants in the end(his papa will be so proud)

it’s hard to decide whether he is evil or not, he steals, scams, manipulates and kills; but he is doing all these for a morally good reason, so who’s to say?

i saw someone saying that Giorno has Jonathan goals but executes them in the most Dio way possible, and that’s what make him so damn interesting and dynamic as a character

he is calm, distant and always plotting like Dio but kind, empathetic and determined like Jonathan, the perfect mix

also i think he may have some self-destruction tendencies and GE’s power of giving life/controlling nature being subtle yet brutal is a reflection of Giorno’s personality but that’s the story for another time

damn i want to draw him so bad rn why does human need sleep 🛌

[transingthoseformers]

I am having Thoughts about the Insecticon!Shockwave AU, please enjoy them

I kinda want to make him centaur shaped, entirely bc I have had thoughts him being able to loaf and they are bright

Papa Shockwave carries his Tanklings on his back bc he wants to at least try to get his kids interested in science

He did not think he'd feel so strongly about his mate and Tanklings but Bug Instincts go brrrrrr

Easiest way to distract him is to pull out a lazer pointer, he'll just nyoon towards The Red Dot. As do the Tanklings

Soundwave would definitely be very affectionate with his mate and Tanklings, can you blame him? They're adorable

Megatron, Knock Out, and Breakdown are definitely "weird-but-fun uncle" figures to the Tanklings

Starscream getting tackled by the Tanklings as hunting practice, their Papas and Uncles are very proud of their little hunters

- 🌊 Anon

Ooo? Interesting

I'm just imagining Shockwave lecturing someone and they pull out a laser pointer and he is Entranced

Oh Starscream poor thing :)

This is so sweet

[seriowan]

a clan of four (dad!wolffe x mom!reader) (republic victory au)

⭒ summary: wolffe brings his daughters to the jedi temple and comes to terms with a few things about himself, all with the help of his father-figure ⭒ word count: 3.9k ⭒ pairing: dad!wolffe x mom!reader — with special appearances from the wolf pack and plo koon ⭒ rating: G (general audiences) - unless you are not fond of children/parenting; all of this is just fluff, baby fever, and comfort ⭒ a/n: we've finally come to the first edition to the clone dad's series! coming up next is in the line-up is: cody, tech, echo, crosshair, hunter, wrecker, rex, and fives! my inbox is open for dad!clone headcanons — and they might be included in the upcoming fics!

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“Do you remember the rules, Lulu?” 

   Luna bounced up the steps one by one, light-up shoes bursting with every colorful stomp. She held her father’s index finger in a tight grip, swinging his arm as they ventured up to the temple.

   “Yes, papa,” she chirped, reciting Wolffe’s rules like a mantra. “Never leave your eyes. No playing. No screaming. No bothering ba’buir and his friends-” 

   “The Jedi.” 

   “Yes, them,” she muttered, waving him off with a small hand. Wolffe rolled his eyes at her dismissive attitude, the corner of his lip twitching upwards when he once again noticed that she was just like him. Six years old and she already had a fiery attitude that made him want to pinch her cheeks and shower her face with kisses. 

   “You’re missing one more rule, pup,” he added in a hum as they reached the last step. 

   She let go of his hand, gazing up at him with big, round brown eyes. “I am?” 

   He nodded, glancing back down the steps.

   When she followed his gaze, Luna grinned. “Oh! When it’s time to go home, I have to go home. No hiding.” 

   “No hiding,” he repeated with a firm nod, gently settling his hand atop her head. “Got it?” 

   “Got it, papa.”

 -

You took your time gathering your bearings out of your airspeeder before following Wolffe and Luna up to the temple. With the baby strapped to your chest, comfortably babbling in her carrier, you knew it would take you a bit to make sure you had all the baby necessities. The last thing you wanted to do was walk all the way back down the stairs to where Wolffe parked the speeder. 

   Nova didn’t seem to mind. She babbled as babies do, toothless gums munching on her balled fists. As you walked up the stairs, you kept your hand on her back, gazing down at her with the occasional smile. It always made her giggle, soft eyes full of endless love as she peered up at you like you were the most beautiful, comforting thing in the world. 

   Wolffe and Luna were waiting at the top of the steps for you and Nova, identical smiles on their faces when you joined them. 

   Nova’s babbles caused Wolffe to give her a long, subtle gaze. With a gentle finger, he tugged her clenched fist out of her mouth and replaced it with the pacifier clipped to her gray onesie. She accepted it with rushed greed, her mouth opening and devouring the squishy plastic with enough impatience to make him chuckle. 

   While your clan of four momentarily took a pause, a loud gasp suddenly echoed from the open temple doors.

   Donning his gear with his helmet tucked under his arm, Comet immediately broke into a wide grin the moment he saw both of his nieces. Sinker stood to his left with his arms crossed over his chest, a proud smirk on his face, while Boost was on the other side, waving his arms above his head as if trying to flag down the entire family’s attention. 

   “It’s the mini pack!!” Comet laughed loudly as he crouched to a knee, dropping his helmet to hold out his arms wide. “AND LOOK! MY LITTLE LOONIE-MOONIE IS HERE!” 

   “UNCLE COMET!” Luna shrieked happily, letting go of Wolffe’s hand before breaking into a sprint. Her little legs moved swiftly, carrying her to Comet in record-breaking speed before she collided into his chest, sending him flat to the ground. 

   His laughter was loud, echoing all the way into the temple and back as he rubbed the little girl’s head. “Hey, little warrior! Looks like your killjoy pops finally brought you out here again!” 

   She nodded, glancing back as you and Wolffe joined them. “Papa finally let me come after I got in trouble last time.” 

   “Ah.” Comet sucked his lips against his teeth, flashing Wolffe a guilty grin. “Looks like you didn’t like our last game, huh?” 

   “She was missing for two hours ‘cause of your kriffing game,” Wolffe grunted sourly, glaring at his brother. “You should know she takes those games seriously, especially hide-and-seek.” 

   Comet squeezed Luna’s cheeks together, cooing in an overly-affectionate tone. “I know! My itty bitty little niece is the bestest competitor in this galaxy!” His smile dropped when he caught Wolffe’s blank stare. “What? She gets it from you, vod. Remember that story Fox told us about you when you were a cadet-” 

   While Luna broke out in a fit of laughter at Wolffe’s immediate glower, Sinker and Boost both approached you and Nova, lowering their heads to give the baby their undivided attention. 

   “That’s one strong kid, mama bear,” Sinker smirked, teasingly nudging your side. “You tryin’ to bulk her up for a winter storm or somethin’? Preparin’ her for another war?” 

   You chuckled, shaking your head. “She’s got her dad’s appetite. I couldn’t stop her from bulking up even if I wanted to. And I don’t think Wolffe would let me anyway. He likes her chubby cheeks.” 

   Boost laughed, gently offering his finger for Nova’s small hand to grab onto. She smiled around her pacifier, causing both him and Sinker to melt with small aww's. 

   “C’mon,” Wolffe muttered, gently gripping your elbow, “We’ve got to catch Master Plo before the council meeting. Our visit is supposed to be quick-” 

   “Sweet!” Comet bounced up to his feet, taking Luna’s hand in his own. She bounced on the balls of her feet, vibrating with excitement. “We’ll go with you-” 

   Wolffe shook his head. “No. Luna’s here to pay Master Plo a visit and-”  He suddenly paused, eyes narrowing. “Aren’t you three supposed to be filling out your ledgers back at the barracks?” 

   Comet’s eyes widened and he offered a grim, humorless chuckle. Sinker immediately cleared his throat and put his helmet on. Booster put his hands behind his back and subtly turned on his heel, whistling as he started strolling toward the steps of the temple. 

   Glancing down, Comet gave Luna an apologetic smile. “Looks like we’ve gotta finish our game some other time, loonie-moonie.” 

   Luna’s brows pinched, wounded eyes flicking up to Wolffe. “But papa-” 

   Wolffe slowly arched a brow and she clamped her lips shut, sagging her sad shoulders. Comet sighed, gutted by her dejected expression. “Hey, I’ll see you later, okay? Give Uncle Comet a bit and I’ll try to be back before you head home, okay? If I don’t make it, I’ll try to drop by your house if your parents think that’s okay.” 

   Hopeful eyes flickered between you and Wolffe, both from Luna and Comet. 

   Wolffe grimaced, glancing at you to silently ask for your opinion. You smiled, nodding. With a sigh, he gave in and muttered, “Get your gear checked and you can stop by tonight for dinner.” 

   Luna took Comet’s hand, bouncing up and down in excitement. “Mommy’s making rainbow noodles!” 

   Comet returned the sentiment with equal enthusiasm, guiding her jumps up and down until she was breathless with laughter and heaving for air. When he let go and finally started walking back towards Sinker and Boost, he waved goodbye, shouting, “See you later, loonie-moonie!” 

   Luna waved. “Bye, Uncle Comet!” 

   While the two shared a brief but competitive game of who could wave the hardest, Wolffe turned towards you, his attention returning to his baby. His touch was gentle, full of hesitation and care as he scooped Nova out of her carrier and held her to his chest. The lack of armor allowed the one year old to curl into her father’s warm chest, cooing happily as her curious eyes bounced all around. 

   You were smiling without realizing it. It happened a lot, those subtle looks of love offered when Wolffe was oblivious to them, but it happened more often now that he was a father of two. When Luna was born, he could hardly hold her without being as stiff as a shiny on his first day in the field. He handled his firstborn as if she was glass, too afraid to touch or hold her with his battle-worn hands. 

   It took time for him to adjust to fatherhood, but Luna and Nova melted away all of the fears and insecurities that he had, turning him into a mother bear and protective guardian. He watched over his girls like a hawk, all while giving Luna the space she needed to find her own footing and personality in the world. 

   Now, they were his prized creation. He carried Luna like she was weightless, raising her above his head to bring her closer to the clouds. He cradled Nova like she was priceless, without fear or hesitation to show her off to the world. They were his and he was theirs — and you knew, without a doubt, that his devotion for his family ran deeper than you could ever possibly imagine. 

   Wolffe turned towards you, his eyes softening the moment they met yours. You blushed, knowing you were caught red-handed. 

   “Hi,” you hummed. 

   “Hey,” he said softly, offering you the smallest smile. “You doing alright, mama?” 

   There it was: that special softness he kept reserved for his girls. 

   You glanced down when Luna slipped between you both, gazing up with pink cheeks and a giddy, knowing grin. Taking her hand in your own, you gave it a comforting squeeze and looked back at Wolffe, sharing a secret glance.

“Yeah, love. I’m doing pretty good.” 

   His proud eyes bounced from you to Luna then Nova. Wolffe huffed a breath through his nose, like an airy little laugh, before nudging his chin up to the temple.

   “Alright, pups. Let’s go find your ba’buir.” 

Luna grabbed his spare hand and yours, swinging both arms as the clan of four began walking through the temple archway.

-

Master Plo Koon was standing in the hall among a cluster of Jedi when you, Wolffe, Luna, and Nova turned the corner. They looked deep in conversation, sharing important, stoic glances with one another, when a loud roar suddenly cut through the silence of the hallway, causing all of the Jedis to turn and look right at your family in surprise. 

   “BA’BUIRRRR!” Luna screamed, ripping her hand out of yours to run up to Master Plo. 

   “Luna!” Wolffe angrily scolded, his expression becoming apologetic when the Masters glanced at him in amusement. They excused themselves and stepped away from Master Plo when the Kel Dor reached down, scooping Luna up by her armpits the moment she was within arm’s reach. 

   Luna threw her arms around his head, burying her face in the crook of his neck while the Jedi gave a rich and deep chuckle.

   “Hello, little moon.” His voice was so full of warmth and adoration, laced with a gentleness that only a grandfather could offer. She shyly tucked her chin to her chest, giggling while Plo swiped his long finger against her cheek to brush a coil of hair behind her ear. “How are you?” 

   Luna leaned her head against his shoulder, playing with the soft fabric of his robe as she spoke in a sing-song voice, “I’m ok, ba’buir. Can we go see the butterflies in the garden?” 

   “I’m afraid not today, little one,” Plo apologized softly as he carried her towards Wolffe and you. “There are important matters I must attend to within the high council.” 

   She jutted her bottom lip in a pout. “Aww, okay. Tomorrow?” 

   He glanced back at Wolffe, the two exchanging a brief, silent conversation before Plo looked back at Luna, eyes crinkling with his pleased expression. “Of course. I will make the time to bring you to the garden. I saw a new butterfly that I think you will find very beautiful.” 

   “Really?” Luna gasped.

   He nodded, poking her nose. “Not quite as beautiful as you, little one, but close.” 

   “Thank you, ba’buir,” she said with a soft giggle.

   Master Plo finally turned your way, bowing his head in a greeting nod that you returned. He placed his hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. “How have you been with Nova, tenooya?” 

   You always felt a pang of appreciation in your chest when he called you daughter in Kel Dorian. It made you feel so at home, loved by Wolffe and his father, that you often struggled to fight the lump in your throat when he’d say it. 

   You glanced at Nova, now asleep with her head resting on Wolffe’s shoulder, and sighed softly. “It’s been tough but we’ve been managing pretty well. Wolffe helps me a lot when Nova struggles to sleep through the night and he stays home with the girls when I have to go to work. I’m really grateful for all the effort he’s put into being there when I can’t.” 

   Plo hummed, offering a proud look towards Wolffe and the sleeping baby. “You’ve proven yourself to be an excellent father and husband, Commander. I had no doubts.” 

   Wolffe cleared his throat, shuffling from foot to foot as if struggling to keep himself formal. He placed his hand over Nova’s back in a cradling gesture, curtly nodding at Master Plo in a gesture of thanks. “I do what I can for my family, buir.” 

   Luna was the first to frown when the comlink on Master Plo’s vambrace emitted a faint chime. She immediately locked her arms around his neck, whining softly, “No, don’t go, ba’buir! We haven't had tea time yet! We just got here!” 

   Plo brushed his hand over her head, sighing softly. “I’m sorry, little moon. While I enjoy your visits, I'm afraid I have much work to do. No need to fret, I will see you tomorrow, alright?” 

   She sniffled, wiping her glossy eyes with the back of her hand. “And you gonna show me the butterflies?” 

   “I’ll show you all that your little heart desires.”

   That was enough for Luna to reluctantly nod. She turned away, signaling for Master Plo to set her back down on the ground. The moment her feet touched the tile, she walked to your side and wrapped her arms around your leg, burying her face against your thigh as she sniffled a few more times. 

   Master Plo peered down at her with the faintest look of sadness before turning to Wolffe and Nova. He tilted his head while Wolffe turned his shoulder, allowing the Kel Dor to get a better look at the baby’s sleeping expression. Plo’s expression was gentle but there seemed to be a sense of pride and happiness as he glanced from her to Wolffe, then to you and Luna. With a gentle touch, as light and airy as a feather, he caressed his knuckle over the rosiest part of the baby’s cheek, exhaling a soft sigh. 

   “You’ve made quite an impressive family, Wolffe,” he murmured, “They are a testament of your good heart and devotion, and I am honored to be here to watch you and your children grow. The Force has rewarded you well for the sacrifices you made for others. You’ve made me proud, son.” 

   The comlink on his vambrace sang out once more. Luna reached out, longingly making grabby gestures towards Master Plo when he began to step away from the clan of four. You reassuringly placed a hand on her back and rubbed her arm in soothing motions with the other.

   “I will see you tomorrow, little moon,” he promised her before glancing at you. “Perhaps you and Nova would like to join us? Master Obi-Wan and Master Jocasta have been eager to meet the little one.” 

   “I would love to join, ba’buir,” you said warmly, honored by the invitation. “We’ll see you then.” 

   He nodded, giving Wolffe a final gaze that only the two of them could understand. 

   “Buir.”

  “Wolffe.” 

   A gentle silence settled as Master Plo entered the lift to the high council’s chamber. Wolffe remained in place, gazing at the spot where the general once stood, before finally turning his head towards Luna when she sniffled loudly. 

   With one hand on Nova’s back to support her sleeping body, he crouched down to a knee and gently thumbed Luna’s chin, tilting her head up. She tried to cower against the shelter of your thigh, but Wolffe’s voice grabbed her attention. 

   “Lulu,” he muttered, holding the side of her face. “You’ll see your ba’buir tomorrow. Do you want Comet to see you crying when he visits tonight?” 

   She hesitated, then shook her head, her voice barely above a soft whisper. “No, papa.” 

   He cocked his head, the corner of his mouth lifting. “What’d I tell you to do when you miss ba’buir?”

   She unfurled from your side, lifting her gaze to Wolffe’s. “If I think really-really hard about how I miss him, I’ll feel him in my heart?” 

   “That’s it, pup.” He soothingly rubbed his thumb over her cheek. “He’ll give you a little nudge if you think about him really, really hard.” 

   She sniffled once more but she didn’t seem as sad about Master Plo’s departure as before. Glancing back down the way you came, she suddenly sagged her shoulders. Luna rubbed her knuckle into her eye before looking up to her father and lifting her hands. “Can you carry me?” 

   Wolffe’s happiness was subtle, contained within the sudden glint in his eyes as he gently put Nova back in the carrier on your chest. She stirred, eyes flicking open as she regained her comfort within the harness, only to fall asleep not a moment later. Her pacifier fell from her lips, quickly replaced with her thumb. 

   Wolffe scooped Luna up and placed her on his shoulders, giving her the chance to rest her cheek against his head. He held her ankles as she interlocked her fingers underneath his chin, tired eyes fluttering open and closed every few seconds. 

   Your face fell with sympathy and you reached up to gently brush her wild curls out of her face. “Did all that walking get you tired, Lulu?” 

   “Yes, mommy,” she murmured, sleepily curling Wolffe’s hair around her fingers. She didn’t seem bothered by the fact that it was tickling her nose. As you and Wolffe began your walk back out the temple, each of you carrying one of your sleepy babies, Luna gave a long open-mouthed yawn, smacking her lips together. “Papa?” 

   “Yeah, kid?” 

   “Can you tell me the story about the small people and the volcano?” 

   He huffed. “With the Aleena’s? You know that story, Lulu. I tell it to you every night.” 

   “Mhm, I like it.” Her faint giggle was too sleepy to last more than a second before turning into a sigh. “It’s silly.” 

   “Yeah, I know,” he huffed under his breath, giving you a look when you smirked. You knew the story well, and you were also aware of how much he hated spending time on Aleen. Luna’s obsession with the story was nothing more than a curse, but Wolffe could never seem to say no when she’d ask to hear it over and over again. 

   He couldn’t really say no to her at all. 

   You took a step closer to his side, walking shoulder-to-shoulder as he began recounting the memory. 

   “I was part of a relief expedition at the time. You remember what that means, Lulu?” 

   “Mhm. You went and saved people with food and water and medicine.” 

   “Hm, close enough. Well, your papa was sent with these two droids-” 

   “R2D2 and C3PO.” 

    “...Are you going to tell the story, or am I?”

   “Sorry, papa. Keep going.” 

   Wolffe continued, oblivious to the smile you gave him and Luna. Even as Luna’s eyes began to stay closed longer than she could keep them open, Wolffe continued talking, ignoring those who looked at him as he walked by. He paid no mind to the Jedi or the clones that watched him go, telling his daughter’s favorite story while she sleepily played with his hair. 

   Nova stirred on your chest. You looked down at her, the perfect little blend of you and your husband, and lovingly brushed your thumb down the bridge of her nose. 

   “My little stars,” you murmured quietly to yourself, caressing all of the features she shared with her father. “Your daddy and I love you and your big sister very, very much.”

   Distracted by the sleeping baby, you didn’t realize that Wolffe had stopped at the entrance of the temple. He was gazing right at you, subtle love sitting in his eyes. The moment you walked to his side, he arched his brows and pointed a finger up at the sleeping girl on his shoulders. Luna’s arms sagged on both sides of his head, her cheek squished against the top of his head as she snored, mouth open. 

   “Wow,” you sang, slightly impressed. “She’s out cold.” 

   Wolffe shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t blame her. Comet has a habit of sucking everyone’s energy pretty quickly.” 

   You smirked. “Either that or your story was boring enough to knock her out.”

  “Smartass,” he murmured, causing you to playfully gasp and cover Nova’s ears. 

   “Mind your manners, riduur. There are children present.” Wolffe rolled his eyes and you smirked, nudging his side. As you stepped outside, you recalled Plo’s words and smiled softly to yourself, causing Wolffe to tilt his head in curiosity.

   “Something on your mind?” 

   “Mm. I’m just thinking about what Master Plo said…”  You glanced up at Luna, your heart bursting at the sight of her hand subconsciously resting on her father’s cheek, even in her sleep. “He’s right, you know.” 

   “About our family?” His attention flicked down to Nova and he swallowed, tearing his eyes away to look straight ahead. “I know. You girls are all I could ever need in life.” 

   “No,” you said softly, shaking your head. “Not about that, although I love you for thinking that way… I’m talking about what he said about you being a good father and a good husband. I know it’s hard to believe it sometimes but he's right. You are a good father and you’re the best husband I could ever ask for. You know that, right?” 

   Wolffe took a moment before he sagged his shoulders with a slow, eased breath through his nose. His throat bobbed with a swallow and his fingers continued subconsciously caressing the skin of Luna’s ankle, seeking her touch as if to comfort himself. 

   Eventually, he spoke. 

   “I try to be like him, cyare.” 

   You halted at the bottom of the temple steps, causing Wolffe to stop and turn. When he noticed your glossy eyes, he took a step closer before leaning down to press his forehead against yours. You sighed, your body easing the moment you felt him near. 

   “You’re doing an amazing job, Wolffe,” you murmured, kissing his nose. “Plo is proud of you and I am too.” 

   Wolffe kissed your forehead before straightening up. He cupped the side of your face and smirked, his voice low and teasing when he said, “You’re goin’ soft on me, cyare.”  

   You huffed in mock frustration, swatting his wrist away before turning back towards the parked airspeeder. 

   “What?” He called after you, causing Nova to stir awake. “Am I wrong?” 

   Without looking over your shoulder, you lifted a hand and flipped him off, earning a gravelly laugh. Wolffe gently laid Luna down in the back seats as you hopped into the passenger seat, one hand holding the back of Nova’s head as she tilted it to look at you. Sleepy eyes blinked, flicking around her surroundings before immediately settling on Wolffe as he sat in the driver’s seat. 

   When he saw her open eyes, he smiled and leaned over, stamping a soft kiss to her forehead. She babbled and he chuckled, shaking his head at her antics.

   You grunted in disbelief, smirking when he gave you a strange look. 

   “Who’s going soft now?” 

   Wolffe rolled his eyes but he didn’t deny it — and deep down, you knew he never would.

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[bafflement]

Death, And Other Circumstances Best Avoided

Written for day three of the @remnants-of-rwby-events Vytal festival. :D

Original characters let me introduce Nicky Schnee to the equation. Tip's older brother and very dead in the original deaged Oz AU.

But not, necessarily, here...

@emmy-way The very first shot in a new AU of the Tipverse, hope you enjoy. :D

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“Say hello to mommy for me, Schnee brat!” The rough man snarled into Nicky’s face. The boy was pale but his eyes were hard blue pools as he waited for whatever was going to come next. There was no escaping it, for all that it wasn’t fair. He was only fifteen, surely if they had a real problem with his family, then they could take it to his father? Although by the same token, maybe they’d been scared to. Papa was strong, respected… there would have been a great many others standing between him and any threats. How had he gotten separated from the others, though? They’d been right there… right up until they hadn’t. He’d thought they were his friends, though. At least that they’d care if anything happened to him. Did it matter, now though? They weren’t here, could no more protect him than Nicky himself could the baby brother that he’d lost. If he was to die here, protesting against the wrongs that Atlas had committed over the decades, then at least he knew that his father would be proud of him. Wherever he was, maybe Winter would be, too? He thought of his brave, sweet baby brother and closed his eyes, just as the axe fell. Even for Mantle… today was cold.

It was a sunny day in Vale. The sun sent shafts of light into Beacon and Ozpin couldn’t help but smile. He had a lot of paperwork to do, but that was par for the course. Though he was far from the only councilman of Vale, the duties tended to pile up on him rather. But then, they always had. That was fair, everybody else was busy with their own lives. Here, safe in his tower, looking out over the grounds where his students were busy learning how to be the very best people they could be? The best hunters, the best protectors… hopefully the best versions of themselves? Well, it was quite obvious that he might have rather more time on his hands to do both his job and theirs. They had families, lives outside of the roles they played. He couldn’t dare do the same, considering the risks that posed to those around him.

Oh, if he could, then he would. His fiancée had told him several times that, between them, they could protect any child that might result from their love. Part of him wanted that, he could almost picture a little girl with his hair and his love’s eyes… or a little boy, dark haired and red eyed and just as fierce as Qrow ever was. It was just a dream, though, any child he had would be targeted by those that stood against him. He sighed to himself, regretting again that his circumstances dictated that he could never really have a life of his own. Qrow understood, his friends understood… but the idea of a life that was his to love, his to protect? Oh, he adored his students, would do anything for them. But they had families, had lives of their own. Had other people to care, to delight in their accomplishments and commiserate in their failures. He was just their headmaster, that would never truly be his place. He liked to think that there were exceptions to that rule, but still. he had his regrets.

The teenager’s eyes shot open, registering vaguely that he was a lot warmer that he had been a minute ago. He couldn’t see the man with the axe, couldn’t recognise anything around him. Wherever he was, he was pretty certain that he wasn’t in Mantle anymore. Why wouldn’t he be in Mantle? Surely, if it was somehow his semblance awakening then it should have matched his sister’s, his father’s? Not be some sort of teleportation, for all he was incredibly relieved that he wasn’t actually dead. Why here, though? Wherever here actually was. It was far too warm for Atlas, so maybe he was in Mistral? Vale? There wasn’t enough sand for Vacuo, and he’d heard stories about that kingdom that the frankly breath-taking architecture he was surrounded with didn’t fit into. He felt like he was in a palace, or maybe some sort of museum, but wherever this was felt far more vibrant, more vitally alive than anything he’d ever known. Maybe he could stay here for a day or two, before he went home again? Or maybe he was dreaming, was this some vision before death took him? He closed his eyes again, praying that, wherever this was, it might actually be real.

Coco groaned to herself, too quiet to be heard by the others. Oh, she’d always adored Velvet, her bunny, her other half, but if Fox refused to shut up then she might just strangle him. Oh, the boy was okay as a general rule, but there were times when she loathed the fact that teams, here at Beacon, were at least four years long. She thought that they’d probably get on well enough to last long term, but only if Fox could realise just how far he went at times. It wasn’t even like she disagreed with him, but still… those views were a little extreme, even for their team. But then, considering the news out of Atlas, at just what Jacques Schnee had managed to pull this time, well… it was understandable. Less understandable was Velvet, who, while white lipped and obviously furious at the injustice had yet to give her own opinion. She worried, there… the few times her love had ever outright exploded had never been good for any of them. She might burn slowly, but when she did… well, get out of the way. Coco smirked to herself briefly at the thought of just how far Jacques might run, if faced with Velvet. Of everybody on Remnant, he might deserve it the most.

She blinked, staring at the sight before her, shook her head, looked again. She heard her team muttering around her, obviously just as shocked as she was. There was a boy, kneeling there in the grass, silver hair glinting in the sunlight. His eyes were closed, but she didn’t recognise him, which, had he been a student, she would have done. She wasn’t really flattering herself that she knew every student that set foot here. Her love was gossip, well, the one that wasn’t her girlfriend. If there’d been a new student, then she would surely have heard something by now?

The fashion conscious part of her mind was fixed on the fact that his clothing, while expertly tailored, was at least fifteen years out of fashion. That made no sense from the quality of the materials involved, surely if someone was to spend that much on crimson velvet and good leather, their tastes should be better than that? Whoever it was didn’t seem to have noticed them yet, eyes still closed, so she took the time to really study him. Pale skinned, with shoulder length silver hair with a slight wave at the ends. There was something almost familiar about that hair, though she didn’t dwell on it. Rich, expensive clothing done in a style that was almost as old as she was, if not slightly older. A teenager, though he looked fractionally too young to be a student. Just what was going on? If he was, as she was starting to think that he was, some sort of intruder, then someone needed to tell the teachers. Tell Ozpin at least. If, of course, their strangely eldritch headmaster didn’t already know of their guest. She cleared her throat pointedly, ignoring the reactions of her team for now. The boy flinched, them looked up. His eyes were very blue, yet, just as his hair was, that tugged at something in her memory. There was something that she wasn’t seeing, and Coco hated that thought. She was the gossip queen, after all Surely whatever it was should be obvious?

Nicky flinched, his eyes shooting open at the sudden sound. He couldn’t help but stare at the quartet opposite. They were all dressed in some sort of school uniform that he wasn’t sure that he recognised, but the more pressing thing was that one of them appeared to actually be a rabbit faunus! She didn’t even hide it, was that normal here? But it couldn’t be, society couldn’t be that different from kingdom to kingdom, surely? But if she was as she seemed to be… then where was he?

Or, perhaps more pressingly, when was he?

[bella-goths-wife]

How the lost boys deal with their daughter escaping

Dwayne

He’s a complete mess

Not only is he having to deal with his baby being gone, but he’s also got to deal with his stab wound

You stabbed him in the shoulder pretty deep, which usually wouldn’t be a problem

If you didn’t use the vampire hunters knife

Dwayne had to resort to human ways of healing, which he finds extremely annoying after centuries of not having to bother with it

He’s also extremely worried

As stated in previous fics, Dwayne is the most protective over you

He’s terrified of you being on your own

Not even on your own, your with someone his body’s age

He doesn’t know this man, he could be a pervert for all Dwayne knows

He can’t sleep, feed or function properly

His times dedicated to finding you

He’s using your clothing to smell you and he tries to track you but he just can’t

So he just holds your clothes close to him so he can still smell you

He’s terrified and he just wants you to come home

Marko

Marko is furious

He can’t believe you’d leave

He and the boys only ever loved you and you decided to run away?

He sees it as a bratty ungrateful move

But don’t you worry, papa is gonna make sure you come home

He takes his anger out by haunting your dreams

He knows that he scares you, but maybe it’ll knock some sense into you

He’d never tell anyone, but he gets a thrill out of chasing you

It’s your fault he’s not able to hunt properly, so you have to make it up to him somehow

He’d never kill you, but he loves the power of you fearing him

He does miss you though

He finds himself staring at photographs of the two of you together from when you were younger, before the incident that broke your trust in him completely

He will get you home, that’s a given

But when he does, your in for a world of hurt

Paul

Paul is surprisingly guilty

He keeps looking at the photo of your mother, and every time he feels a frustrated feeling creep into his unbeating heart

He remembers your mother, he didn’t like her when he met her

But he remembers that he always thought she had the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen

The same eyes that stared back at him in betrayal during your last conversation

The same eyes that glared at him in hatred

It’s not fair, he’d just gotten close to you again and you left him

He wants to hold you close and whisper that he loves you

The only reason he haunts your dreams is so he can see you

He doesn’t enjoy it one bit, he has to get high just to do it

Speaking of getting high, he’s sees you sometimes

He’s moved from weed to hallucinogenic stuff and when he does, you appear to him

Sometimes your young, sometimes your old

Sometimes your happy, sometimes your sad

He doesn’t care, as long as he sees you

David

The last words you said to David live in his head every minute of the day

“I’m no longer your daughter”

It’s all hears all day, he’s memorised the way you said

You had such a relieved tone, you sounded grateful

Grateful you weren’t his anymore

That’s what you think, you’ll be back with him where you belong soon

He sits in your room most days and surrounds himself with you

He looks around and wonders what goes on inside your mind

As much as you angered him, worried him, crushed him when you left you also sparked something else

Intrigue

You were able to befriend someone, have them help you, save up enough money and create a plan in the space of a few weeks all without him knowing

You’ve fascinated him

How did you manage to sneak out right underneath him?

He also deep down feels the littlest bit of pride

He raised you to be smart, clearly he raised you too smart

But your actions all felt so very…. David like

He’s still intent on hunting you down, thats for sure

You’ve slowed him down by stabbing him in the hand with the blessed knife, which if it was any other situation david would have been proud of you

David feels the need to be in your mind, to think like you and he’ll find you

He’s squeezed enough information out of your pathetic lovers, so he has a general idea

Better watch out baby, daddy’s coming to bring you home

And his punishment won’t be light

[miusmusings]

As we’re speaking of our fantasies (haha) I would love to see Babe or Way pregnant (or both)… Babe being proud Mama he manifested himself as in the beginning of his and Charlie’s relationship… and Way being back from death and getting knocked up by his lover Pete, which is kept a secret but one day others find out, they’re shocked but happy

ooooh I love your vision, anon!

Proud mama Babe... that will be a sight to see. I wonder if the pregnancy hormones will make him sulky (sulkier, I mean, cause Babe in s1 was sulky af at times). Charlie finally becoming the papa he always aspired to be 😭🤣

Way back from death wooooot!! Now I can get behind that! And him being knocked up by Pete in secret cause he's still too guily and ashamed to come clean to X Hunter, delicious! PeteWay will have a softer time tho, cause they deserve it after everything in s1.

Who am I kidding, I absolutely wanna see Way cry more. But no because of pete or anythinng no, I want domestic fluffiness from this pairing. I'm sure Way has plenty more reasons to cry tho XD

Love what you're cooking here anon! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[ironwitchau]

Hey, so, um. Yeah I'm sorry no update this week either. Have a Scooby AU instead.

If you see any typos, no you didn't.

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“So, what do you think?” Gus asked, his chest puffed out, clearly proud of himself.

“Why is it bright blue?” Hunter tilted his head to the side.

“Gus, I gave you my parents’ credit card,” Amity reminded him, rubbing her eyes tiredly, “and this was what you got?”

“It looks like it was taken from the sixties.” Luz agreed.

“I don't know, I like the floral pattern.” Willow said and Gus thanked her.

“I don't care as long as there’s snacks.” King said from his perch on Luz’s shoulder. His favorite spot in recent years.

The group of six stared at the van parked outside of the Noceda-Clawthorne household. It looked like a 1960’s era panel van painted a medium blue with a distinctive horizontal green stripe around the van, adorned with two orange flowers on both sides. Each side of the van had a distinctive painted green panel as if to frome a logo. The front of the van had a spare tire carrier, painted green, with one large orange flower located in the center. Two roof racks protrude from the top of the van to secure further storage, and a green hub cap with an orange flower on each wheel.

“The man at the dealership told me this was the best for what we wanted.” Gus argued.

“But you couldn't have given it a paint job or something?” Amity deadpanned.

“It’s Hunter’s car! He should have a say in how it looks.” Gus crossed his arms and suddenly all eyes turned to Hunter.

Hunter Noceda was the oldest of the group with ash-blonde hair and brown eyes. He was older than Luz by about two years and towered over the rest of the group. He wasn't born a Noceda, he was born a Wittebane and grew up with his uncle, who wasn't the best at raising a child. Made obvious by the scar on his right cheek.

Hunter cleared his throat, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “Willow’s right. The flowers are a nice touch.”

Luz wanted to groan and call her brother a ‘simp’ but she held back. If he genuinely liked the van, there was nothing they could do about it.

“Can we get moving please?” King stood, one clawed hand gently grabbing her hair. “I’m hungry.”

“You're always hungry.” She told him.

“Right, here you go, Hunter.” Gus tossed the keys at the blonde, who struggled to catch them.

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She had met them in middle school, when family-friend-turned-second-mother Eda Clawthorne offered to let the family stay with her when Mama was taking more shifts after Papa’s passing to pay bills.

Luz met King first. He was so small then, the size of a puppy only a few weeks old. He looked like a puppy too, a weird one with a horned skull glued to his head.

They didn't know he could talk until Mama had asked, “What is it?”

He had just finished making one of the strange junk statues that littered the house, turned to Mama, and responded. “King!”

Luz decided, then and there, that she loved King.

Technically speaking she saw Willow and Amity next on her first day at a new school. Back when Amity still dyed her hair green because the mutated recessive gene her mother and siblings had had been drowned out by her father’s dominant brown hair gene. The two had been fighting, but not really fighting, outside the school.

They were fighting in the way kids fought in a way to mimic the adults around them, but didn't really know what they were fighting about. There was no venom behind the words, no tension in the way they stood. The entire thing screamed fake to Luz and only lasted as long as a fancy black car with tinted windows was parked. Once  the car was gone, the two stopped, promised to talk later, and wished the other a good day.

She officially met Willow during the first period, where the teacher told her the one next to the girl was the only available seat. The two girls made fast friends and Willow offered to show her to her next class. Luz agreed and asked about what she witnessed in front of the school.

“Oh, Amity has strict parents.” Willow shrugged and nonchalantly said. “Her mom doesn't really like me.”

“Why?” Willow was awesome, even in the short time she knew her. It was hard to believe anyone could hate Willow.

Willow looked her right in the eyes and with a straight face, said, “I have two dads.”

Luz tried her best to not physically react but she was sure her nose wrinkled some. “Oh.”

She ended up joining Willow for lunch where she met Gus, and would eventually be introduced to Amity.

“I skipped a few grades.” Gus had told her when she pointed out his smaller size.

“Cool. you're pretty smart then.” He agreed and that was that.

When Amity joined them, because she was held up for a few minutes by some teacher, she offered to get them a bunch of desserts, snacks, and drinks to celebrate the new addition to the group.

“You don't have to,” She had told her. “I don't want you to spend your money.”

“Please, my parents are paying.” Amity waved her off, and lifted the black credit card with a smile. They got those brownies that reminded Luz of dominoes, the one she would have killed for in elementary school, but never had anything good enough to trade for.

She met Hunter last. They had run into each other during what Eda called ‘Market Day’. Luz and King had gotten bored and Eda told them to explore the ‘flea market’ while she scammed some sucker. So Luz and King did, the puppy (because they didn't know what else he could be) riding in her hoodie, pointing at the various sweets he wanted. They were at the same stall and Hunter, wearing a gold cloth mask as if he was sick, asked a familiar question.

“What is that?”

Luz figured he meant King, based on his gaze.

“A puppy, I think.”

“King!” He insisted like he did when anyone asked what he was.

“Oh, ok.”

She met Hunter again a week later, when he joined her class. It was Gus who brought him into the friend group. They never asked why he was in the same grade as them even though he was older.

---

The only change Hunter made to the van was adding ‘THE HEX MACHINE’ in bright orange on both sides. She questioned him about his choice the night before they left.

“Yeah, ‘cause people call us the Hexsquad.” He told her.

“They do?”

“Ever since we helped Gus with that talent show by summoning a demon.”

“Oh.” She guessed it made sense. People still thought they faked it, but until recently she still hadn't figured out how King got in the summoning portal.

[heliosthegriffin]

Shadow Knight, and Magic Girls XI

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Chapter 11

Ruby was not having a good time.

"Oh, look how cute she is!" A pair of big motherly arms swooped her up, and swung her around.

Ok, maybe, she was having a little bit of a good time.

Pyrrha looked wide eyed at the magnificent specimen of a woman, known colloquially as Mama Arc.

Broad-shouldered. Wide Hips. Slightly taller than Pyrrha herself, putting her just under her son and husbands height. She was beautiful in a aged wine sense, in that while she an older woman, she wasn't worse off for it.

White-streaked blonde hair in neat-bun, Pyrrha noticed Jaune had inherited his mothers eyes in color, but his father's shape. His mother had much softer and more watery eyes.

Her chest was also enormous, and Pyrrha couldn't be sure it was all natural and from being such a large woman, or from having so many children.

As Pyrrha peered into the home of the Arc Clan, where besides the already met twins, were 3 more young ladies of the same origin, if developed differently. On, the wall she spotted a photo of a young Jaune, and seven girls, so, she correctly assumed them to be his sisters.

She looked back at Mama Arc's chest. It was a mystery, poor Ruby looked like she was about to expire.

"Oh!" Pyrrha saw a shadow loom over her. "I also didn't see you! Aren't you just precious!" Pyrrha had a moment, and she saw her doom, then was too pulled into the Mama Arc's embrace.

While she and Ruby fought for they're lives, they realized, that Jaune had gotten his physical ability not just from his father!

----

Jaune watched Pyrrha and Ruby go through the normal initiation to being brought into the Arc House.

Then he turned his attention to the backyard, his father pressing a bow into his hand.

"It's been a while since we've had a chance to shoot together."

Papa Arc made his living on his bow string, having gotten good enough as a teen to be picked up a major team as a trainee, before going pro and making enough to retire early from sponsorships, then a few wise investments later, he had start up his own online store for custom bows, meant for sports, hunting, or just luxury.

Jaune held the bow in his hand, flipping it around, early in his career as a monster hunter he had considered using a bow, his father had taught him how to hunt with one, even if his aim needed work, but he had dismissed the idea.

A gun was just more practical, didn't need a quiver either, or as much back strength, and easily concealable.

Still..

Jaune let a arrow flew, hitting the edge of the target.

It wouldn't hurt to knock the rust off the skill.

"Wow. That sucked." His father snickered.

Then fired five arrows in rapid succession, forming a L in the target.

"Want to try again?." Papa Arc said playfully.

Jaune rolled his eyes, drew his string back, and shot a bit closer to the center. "Hey! I'm still warming up!"

"Yeah, that's what they all say," His father did a trick shot, shooting three at once, hitting at the end of the L in a line, to make it into a U. "U need to practice more, is what I say." His father drawled.

Jaune notched another arrow and fire, hitting the yellow rim of the target. "I think I'm doing fine."

Papa Arc smirked. "For a novice. Though, keep it up, and one day you'll be good like your old man."

Jaune shook his head, and patted his father on the back, sending man stumbling. "I don't know about that,"

His father coughed, the breath knocked out of him. "Geez, son! What you've been eating? It felt like you hit me in the back with a brick!" His father coughed again, but he looked proud. "Well, you might look half-dead, but at least you're zombie strong!"

"Thanks?"

"Zombies are strong, son. They're always crawling out of the earth, you know how hard that is? Bursting out of a coffin that's hard. Well, I wouldn't know, but it's still difficult, I think."

Jaune did not want to find out, he wasn't claustrophobic, but he appreciated being out in the open more than he did inside a box.

"Guess, you're right."

"As I always am." His father looked at his mother, and smiled. "We should go save your girlfriends, before your mother suffocates them. You know your sisters aren't going to help!"

"And, when have they ever been helpful? Also, not dating them, they're not interested in me."

Papa Arc laughed. "Yeah, you're mom and I had them to sit around and look pretty." He paused. "You included."

"Hey!"

----

Dinner was not a quiet affair in the Arc home. Ruby practically burrowed into the seat of her chair, trying to avoid eye-contact with any of the big blonde beasts that inhabited the Arc houses. Her best efforts were met with failure, as her Besties sisters descent upon her like a ... big scary thing.

The jerk didn't even help her! Pyrrha was too busy being mobbed to help either, well at least she did not suffer by herself. She'd make sure to bring the rest of the test with her next time as sacrifices ... Backup, she meant backup.... Sacrifices.

Eventually, she and Pyrrha migrated around to either side of Jaune, looking to him for protection from the rest, but that was when she realized, that he was just as much a victim as the rest of them.

"I can't believe Mr. Moody decided to grace us with his presences!" Rouge, one of the older sisters, her hair tied back into a messy pony tail, she shamelessly dressed in bright-red sports-bra and shorts, she lacked the full-body of her older sisters and mother, but made up for it toned muscle and tan skin. "I almost forgot what you looked like. Eh, 5/10, too much blonde, needs a tan."

Jaune twirled his fork quietly before eating, but Ruby noticed that he had a sinister smirk. "Good to see you, Rouge. I see you didn't shower yet." He crinkled his nose. "I smelt you a block away!"

"Oh! You want to go, little man!? I can put you in a headlock just like I used too!"

"You couldn't wrap both arms around my arm, much less my neck, you numbskull."

Ruby thought for a second that she was about to throw herself over the table at Jaune.

But, instead they launched into a back and forth the likes she thought only happened in her home, but soon realized that her sibling conflict was mundane compared to the level of spite the Arc siblings had towards one another, not hate, but rage and annoyance.

The Arc home was big, but you could only pack so many people in so much space before they start fighting, and family was no exception.

"Cut it out, you two, we have guests." Rose Arc was the one most resembled Mama Arc physically and so far the closest in age to the parents, but with a much more calm and subdued atmosphere. But, instead of a hair-bun, her hair went down to her shoulders neatly, wearing a nice pink dress, that Ruby was in no way biased towards with it's awesome rose in the middle. "If you want to play wait till later."

The two huffed, and look ready to argue, but a single glance from her silanced them.

"Sorry," A quiet voice from next to Ruby got her attention, Noire Arc, young than the twins, and one of Jaune's younger sisters, and the only one with glasses, and a bob cut. She was dressed moodily, wearing black eye-shadow and lipstick, but dressed conservatively, looking like a mini-goth librarian. "They're like this all the time, or used to be." She paused. "Get out while you still can."

Ruby giggled. "I wish, but I'm that lugs best friend!"

Noire looked at her curiously. "Why? You can do better."

Ruby frowned. "What's that supposed to mean? Jaune's great!"

She looked at her plate. "He's an Arc."

"And?"

Noire cocked her head at Ruby. "You don't read much history, do you?"

Ruby laughed awkwardly, she was only barely passing history with Weiss and Blakes help, even though they kept giving her conflicting answers on the reasons behind certain events in history, even if both were technically correct.

"I do." Pyrrha said. "I'm Jaune's friend too, what makes him unworthy to be our friend?" Did Pyrrha say that word weirdly? Ruby asked herself, and then turned back to the youngest Arc.

"Yeah? What's up?"

Noire sighs. "Fertility. Most Arc men have they're first child at fifteen, at least historically speaking, Dad got Mom pregnant at 14, though, and she was only 19 herself. They get going young. They're all man-whores."

Noire ate some more. "So, don't get your hopes up. He'll break your hearts," She shrugged. "Odds are he's already done it at least once, especially with how often he's not home, and given he's already talking about moving out, well, it's not hard to put two and two together."

Ruby dropped her fork. "Uh ..." She looked to Pyrrha for help, but she had her normal smile on. "What's that have to do with anything? He's our friend."

Noire looked at her like she was dense. "It's not uncommon, historically, our dad's a exception, though, for Arcs to have bastards. Get away, before he sinks his claws in you." She paused in thought. "It's not entirely his fault though, Arc's have been in war after war for as long as they can remember, it's a short bloody life, and fighting for one's life stimulates the urges." She took another bite, as though she was talking about the weather. "No chance of us dying out at least."

"So, hypothetically speaking, if Jaune was readily involved ..."

"Well, if he doesn't have as much self control as father, statistically, then yes, just by sheer records of the natural-born recorded in the family tree."

"... How grand."

Ruby shrank closer to Jaune, feeling the need to protect him, as Pyrrha's smile was creeping her out.

Jaune didn't seem to notice still bickering with Rouge, but with much less energy behind it. Eventually, dinner wound down, and Papa and Mama Arc stood up.

"Jaune." Papa Arc. "I just want to let you know, that were proud of you taking your first steps into adulthood, and getting a job, even if you still need to work on your grades."

"Most of us." Rouge said.

Mama Arc shushed her.

"And, seeing as we have you hear, we wanted to tell you that a couple things," Papa Arc put a arm around his wife.

Jaune leaned forward curiously.

"You're sister Blanche is coming home from Mantle in a couple weeks, and so, is my Dad! So, we wanted to let you know ahead of time, so that you could make time to talk with them."

Jaune looked shocked. "Blanche is coming home?"

"Yes, son."

"And, Grandpa?"

"Yes, son."

"Oh." Jaune said flatly, he looked at Ruby and Pyrrha. "We should be going, I need to escort them home."

They're was chorus of interest around the table.

"Also, we're having another baby." Mama Arc said suddenly.

"What!?" Jaune looked like his eyes were about to leap out of socket.

"Just kidding, just wanted to give you a scare." Mama Arc said teasingly.

Jaune shook his head. "Thanks for dinner."

Then he escorted Pyrrha and Ruby out.

Ruby looked at Jaune confused. "Buddy? Why don't you look happy about your grandpa and big sis coming home?"

"Yes, you look alarmed." Pyrrha added.

Jaune said nothing for a good minute, organizing his thoughts. "Blanche hasn't been my sister in a long time." That was saying the least about her, ever since her incident in high-school, she has been different, not the sister he knew as a child.

When she moved to Mantle for her health issues, he had been relieved, it was finally chance for her to get better. That hope had been dashed, when he got his first letter from her.

"Oh. I'm sorry." Ruby added. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. I really, really don't want to." Jaune added, repressing a shutter. "She's not my sister anymore."

"What about your grandpa?"

"He's distant, I never really known him that well." Jaune said, having to think on what he should say about the man, other than he was older than dirt. "He's practically a stranger, my older sisters know him better though," Not by much, though.

Jaune stopped, as he felt his hands suddenly grasped, squeezed with surprising strength by two soft, small hands.

"Jaune," Ruby started. "You got us."

Pyrrha stared him dead-on. "You can rely on us, you're troubles are our troubles. Don't forget that."

Jaune looked away, he couldn't deal with kindness. "I should be the one telling you too that." They were too good for him.

"You can, but don't forget it, that no matter what happens, you'll have us."

"Forever and ever, onto eternity."

Jaune looked at his feet, but looked internally for a source of strength inside him. He found it and looked back at them, a genuine smile on his lips. "I'll take you up on that, if you let me pay you back in kind."

"Of course!" Ruby said, putting her fist to her chest.

Pyrrha smiled gracefully. "I would not have it any other way."

Away, just inside the doorway, Noire watched with a sigh, and looking at the current family tree, and added two names with question marks, then marked them off as lost causes to warning.

"Poor little birdies don't even know they're already in his web." Then turned around inside.

----

"Strip." Amber marched to Jaune and demanded, jabbing her pointer finger into his chest, with a unyielding look. "Now."

Jaune looked at the Twin and Vernal for help, but they looked at him with amusement.

"We need to check your status before we let you go out to night, as you're personal physician, I have the final say in your late night activity. If you're not well, I'm not giving my approval to you, and I will tell Big Bear that you're going out risking your life." She paused thinking on her statement. "Beyond the normally approved amount." She jabbed her finger harder into Jaune. "Today please, get those clothes off!"

Vernal whistled, and Jaune noticed that Militades was recording him, while Melanie was smirking, holding a stack of Lien, ready to make it 'rain'.

Jaune knew he was beat, and took his top off.

Amber went around with a clinical and detached expression, poking him, writing down her finding, and over all being a menace to Jaune's sense of personal space.

Eventually, she relented.

Shink.

Then stabbed him with a needle.

Jaune bit his lip, looking at Amber with surprise and horror. "Why?" He asked.

"It's diluted Water Dust." She added as if he should understand.

"Ok, but why?"

"It'll accelerate your healing rate, and energy levels."

Jaune looked down, his wounds looked the same. Maybe, a little less red and angry looking?

"No, not like that. It'll heal you faster than naturally, but it'll still take a couple hours, and as the Water Dust breaks down in your body, you'll also need less hydration than normal, so less risk of you overheating, or getting dehydrated, and making poor choices." She add with a sharp look.

Then she touched his arm, feeling around. Jaune resisted the urge to squirm around. "Stop it." She ordered. "I you're full of knots all over! How do you even move in this state, it must be excruciating."

"You get used to it." Jaune muttered.

"That's stupid." She wrote something on the clipboard. "I'm adding a stupid point to you're record."

"What, and why?"

"Because, I can, and it will make you think twice." She started working his into his shoulders, forcing him to lie down on a table. "Do you even stretch?"

Jaune was silent.

"Jaune, do you stretch?"

Jaune did not answer.

She dug her elbow into his back.

"When I remember, alright?!" Jaune yelped.

"You can't be doing that! You're going to start doing cool downs stretches, from now on, Mister! Understood?!"

"Yes!" Jaune yelped as she popped something in his spine, pain was one thing, but sudden discomfort was another thing.

"Good." Amber added sweetly. "I'd hate for this hunk of sweet meat to get broken."

"What was that?"

Amber blushed. "Nothing." Then got up and sat down, facing burning. "You're good."

The twins escorted him off, it was time to get him suited up for another night out, and show him his new outfit.

Vernal sat down next to Amber, smirking. "Hunk of sweet meat, huh? Not what I'd call him, but close enough."

"Shut up, I hate you." Amber muttered.

"Love you, too." Vernal planted a kiss on her cheek, Amber pushing her away in annoyance.

[emilyrox]

My Art Summary for 2024! Template by @/Papakkapao on X (Twitter)! January: TOH inspired Greek Vase design. I used the glyphs and Papa!Titan for the design! February: TOH inspired realistic hand tattoo design. I made the tattooes the light glyph and I'm really proud of the shading! March: Floral Textile/Pattern Design. I later made this digital and used it for my school's spring concert poster. April: Character Turn-Around. I made a turn-around for a character that is a ghost hunter but doesn't realize she herself is dead/a ghost. Inspired by "Monster Town" by Go!Child and Danny Phantom. May: Angel Dust (Poison) Redraw. Started this in January...didn't finish until May oops. I used it for my cover of Poison in August. June: Vox (Stayed Gone) Redraw. Part of a series of redraws I did for my cover of Stayed Gone I did with Rob (he voiced Alastor). July: Pride Flag User Boxes. I started them in June for Pride Month, but continued making them throughout July too. The one depicted is for AlloAces. August: Jack/Vlad. So, I didn't actually make the OG art. It was a connect-the-dots drawing by @dailyjackvlad on tumblr, and he said we could connect the dots. I...took it a step further and fully colored it. September: Set It Off Album Cover (Sketch). Sketch for a hypothetical new album by Set It Off called "All-Seeing." I took inspiration from their previous album covers and themes. October: Me when I just wake up. Sketched as a concept for a project that didn't come to fruition, but it was still fun to draw! November: Set It Off Album Cover (Final). The finalized album cover for SIO. I put it on a mockup to show what it'd look like irl. The back has many references to previous SIO songs! December: "Impostor Syndrome" Comic. Inspired by my own feelings of impostor syndrome this past semester. Masterpiece Of The Year: Fashion Lookbook. The theme for the book was fictional villains, and the book is called "Devilish Designs."

[bloodycreaturee]

currently crying because holy shit hunter really made it. he survived. he escaped belos. belos wasn't able to get him and kill him like he did with all the other grimwalkers. hunter was able to leave and find people who care about him. to have an actual family. maybe caleb, like papa titan, was somewhere in the in between dimension and he was able to see hunter get away and live a happy life. caleb can move on in peace now too seeing that things were made right and flapjack must be so proud to see how far hunter's come. anyways gonna go sob

[box-architecture]

Lute was gonna do it. She was!!!!! She had been practice her leaps and pounces and jumps, and she had felt the progress as her ability to go Very Far had increased. After two weeks, she would finally have to power to jump from tree to tree, just like Papa did.

He had told her, as they had watched his videos and ate popcorn together, that it had taken a long time and a lot of practice. So, marking everything carefully on her calendar, she had made sure to do more than just one week like she originally planned. Papa also had two legs instead of four, so she couldn't just use his all videos for reference. She took the ones where Daddy was a hunter and watched the way he moved, and then tried to mimic it as best she could.

Unfortunately, she wasn't sure how long it took to build up the muscle required, and her brother didn't know either. He suggested they wait until their next doctors appointment to ask Dr. Ponk, but that was in two months according to the calendar. She didn't want to wait two months to start practicing, that would take forever.

So she made sure to practice extra hard during her two weeks, and on the fifteenth day she dashed out of bed before her family usually started their day and headed outside to climb the trees near their house.

She had measured the spaces between several of the trees. They were definitely wide enough that she could test her skills. Lute had jumped between beds and couched and the length of the dining room, but only now was she going to attempt the tree. Her Father had always said it was very important to run plenty of experiments and trial runs before doing the Big Things, and her Father was always right, so she took this to heart and made sure to save the trees for only After the trial runs.

The branches were a little awkward for a creeper centaur, but she adjusted into the position she had see Daddy make a thousand times in the videos when faced with this problem. With a crouch and a little wiggle, she breathed very deeply, then exhaled.

(The ground was a little far down, a little scary, but it was okay to be scared. Important things had to be done, even if you were scared.)

She leaped!

For a brief moment, there was only the delightful thrill of soaring through the air, heart leaping in her throat.

Her paws hit the wood with a soft thump, claws digging in to steady her body. She swayed for a brief moment, stunned, overcome, and then ecstatic.

"I did it." Lute breathed. Then it became a squeal. "I did it, I did a jump! I parkoured! I did the thing!"

She warbled and wiggled and bounced on the branch, fighting the urge to run very, very fast across the yard as her body felt like it was going to vibrate out of existence. She had worked so hard, and everyone was going to be so proud of her when she showed them, and when her Papa saw-

Adruptly, she slipped off.

"Lute!"

There was only a few blinks between the fall and getting the wind knocked out of her, but the terror of falling felt like it had lasted far longer. Like forever.

But landing didn't hurt, in the end. Her Daddy was soft and fluffy.

"Sweetheart? Are you hurt?"

Strong paws cradled her, slowly maneuvering until Daddy was able to check her face. He cupped her cheek, worry in his eyes.

"Oh." Lute said. She giggled a little, feeling incredibly odd. "That was bad."

Then she burst into tears.

-----

She cried for a while, the feelings Too Much for her to do much else. Her Daddy rocked her gently, curling around her like Safety and Love and Good Things That Were Good. Everything felt better when she could cling to him, and slowly the sobs turned to sniffles, and then he was nuzzling her, and she nuzzled back.

"I'm sorry." She whimpered.

He kiss her forehead and hugged her tighter. "What for?"

"I made you scared." Lute melted into his hold, even as bad awful shame twisted her heart. "I didn't mean to."

He paused for a moment, before letting out a soothing purr. The vibrations settled the storm in her. She pushed her head into his chest to feel them better.

"It's okay, I don't mind being scared as long as you're safe." He rumbled. Her Daddy pet her flank. "That was dangerous to do all by yourself. You're not supposed to do dangerous things without someone to watch you, sweetheart."

She sniffled. "I didn't think it was gonna be. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I promise." Daddy bonked their foreheads together, and she gripped his shirt as he began to stand up with her in his arms. She was grateful that he didn't set her down to walk, because she didn't think she could, suddenly exhausted from something she couldn't name.

"Will Papa and Father be mad?" She asked wetly. Immeadietly, her Daddy shook his head.

"Of course not. Why would they be?"

"I did bad. I wanted to show Papa but-"

"You didn't do anything bad." He reassured her. "Why would you think that?"

She struggled for a moment, before drooping tiredly. "Everything just feels bad. Bad awful."

Her Daddy thought this over as they entered the house. No one was in the living room to greet them, so it was likely that most of the family was still beginning to wake up.

"When you do big things like that, it can make you feel a lot." Daddy nodded as he set her in the big cushy chair Papa liked. "It'll get better soon. You're probably hungry, too. What if we eat breakfast together?"

She let him wrap her up in a big cozy blanket, closing her eyes as she rested her head against the armrest. "Blueberry pancakes?"

"That sounds perfect."

[kittiwittebane]

PART 5!!!!!!

Hunter walked home, stunned. He was not exactly sure what just happened, but he did know that he liked it. Willow was beside him and he couldn’t stop staring at her. She looked even more beautiful right now. As the moon rose, her eyes seemed to reflect the light beautifully. They reached his home and Raine walked out of the door to greet them.

“Nice of you to finally get home, Hunter.” Raine said. Hunter looked at Raine, but couldn’t speak. Raine looked at Willow and then back at Hunter.

“Finally have a girlfriend?” Raine teased him. Hunter went red.

“Sh-she’s not my girlfriEnd!” he stuttered. Willow giggled softly, making Hunter feel lightheaded.

“Come inside, Hunter.” Raine gestured for him to come in. Hunter looked at Willow and waved goodbye before leaving.

Willow walked back to her house, squealing with delight. She’d finally done it. Not sure what he thought of it, but she didn’t care. She’d kissed him. And she was proud of it.

“Something making you happy?” Gilbert asked. Willow bit her lip, and pushed a stray hair behind her ear. She began to giggle uncontrollably. Gilbert tipped his head to one side. He had an idea on what had done this. Hunter.

“What did Hunter do?” Gilbert questioned. That caught Willow off guard.

“What?” she looked at her father in confusion. He smirked.

“I said, what did Hunter do?” he repeated. Willow went red, and began playing with her plats.

“Actually, father… I did something.” Willow admitted cautiously. Gilbert’s brow raised, questioning his daughter’s words. Willow blushed a bit. “I kissed him on the cheek.” she looked at the floor, still playing with her plat. For a second, Willow regretted her choice to tell her father, worried he’d be mad.

“That’s my girl!” Gilbert came over to her and hugged her.

“Don’t tell Papa.” Willow looked up. “He can’t know. He’ll kill me and him!” she giggled. Her father nodded his own head in agreement. Harvey was not as accepting as him. Harvey was a little bit more protective and didn’t want her to have a boyfriend until she was eighteen. She was fifteen.

“Did you ask him out?” Gil asked. Willow’s eyes widened.

“Not yet.” she smiled to herself, sitting down at the table.

Willow thought of Hunter again, and the statement he had said before circled in her head again.

''I don't eat much at home.” is what he said. That scared her. What did he mean? Did it mean he chose to not eat much or was he not given enough to eat? Half of her didn't want to know, but the other half was curious. And concerned.

The next day, she packed an extra chicken sandwich just for him. He seemed to like it last time. She skated to school and down the hall. After her first two classes she found him in the cafeteria corner, looking around before stuffing some biscuits, apples and a few other of the snacks provided into his bag. She walked over to him.

"Hey Hunter!” she smiled. He blushed a bit at being caught stuffing food into his bag.

"Hey Willow.” he mumbled.

"Want to sit with me and my friends?” she asked. Hunter looked at the food and then back at her. He nodded and they sat down at Willow's table.

"Omg hiii!” Luz, one of Willow's friends, put their hand out to shake his. Hunter shook her hand and the others introduced themselves.

"Hi, I'm Augustus. But you can call me Gus.” Gus smiled.

"My name is Amity.” The other one spoke. Hunter looked at her.

''I assume you all know who I am.” Hunter tried to lighten the already excited and bouncy mood caused by Luz. Willow watched as Hunter ate only a portion of the macaroni and cheese they were given for lunch today. She brought out her food and handed the sandwich to him.

"Here.” she smiled sweetly, melting Hunter's heart.

"But why?” he asked.

"Because I care about you.” Willow smiled. Hunter wondered what she meant. He hadn't told her about his home life, right? Regardless, he wasn't about to reject another chicken-bread. Something about the fact she had given it to him made it better.

Luz noticed the chemistry between them, and it wasn’t their class.

"Thanks.” he murmured. He began to eat it, smiling through the entire thing. They went to their next classes, unfortunately for him, he only had three classes with Willow. Maths and Chemistry, which he didn't have today and…

Health.

Which he did.

Right now.

Willow and Hunter sat together in the classroom.

"Well class, today we are starting a new topic!” Mr. Stinge yelled. He was a loud person. He often was yelling for no reason, but today was a health class. He was teaching a bunch of immature 15 and 16 year olds. He would be doing some yelling.

“Today we are starting the topic of your bodies!” Stinge clapped his hands together enthusiastically. Everyone groaned while a few of them snickered. Some of the older boys started making inappropriate jokes. Hunter wondered why everyone was so against this class. Wasn’t health a class on healing? Wasn’t the ‘your bodies’ title just about healing yourself? He didn’t need this class, he had to learn to heal himself by himself. It might be useful though. Maybe there was an easier or faster way to heal cuts. Even Willow seemed upset.

“Ugh, don’t you just hate health? It’s like: I already know how this works, we learnt this in year eight!” Willow groaned to him. He shrugged.

“I didn’t.” he answered. Willow looked at him.

“Even so, everyone knows how it works. We know about protection and whatnot.” she hissed.

“Says you.” Hunter looked at her, pointing to the bruises and cuts on her knees. “You don’t wear protection. You don’t even wear a helmet!” Willow held back a fit of laughter into a quiet giggle.

“Your verrrrry funny, Hunter.” she poked him playfully.

“What do you mean? That’s what we are learning about, is it not?” he asked. Willow’s giggle faded.

“You- seriously don’t know what we are learning about?” She asked. Hunter looked at her.

“Um.. is it not healing?” he asked. Willow’s eyes widened.

“Not.. exactly.” Willow turned away from Hunter awkwardly. Half of her wanted to tell him how wrong he was, but she didn’t want to be the one to explain it either.

“You know.. Like making babies?” she chuckled awkwardly.

“Uhhh… nooo… I don’t know how that works…” Hunter shrugged. Willow looked to the front of the class. She was not about to explain it to him.

“Well prepare for trauma. I heard we watch a video.” she murmured. The boy really hoped that she was joking when she said it was traumatising.

AFTER A VERY LONG AND AWKWARD HEALTH CLASS.

Hunter walked out of the room, looking like he’d seen things. And he had. He wished he’d never seen that, and he wished he never had that class again. Unfortunately, he has it once a week.

“Told you it was bad.” she chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

“Bad is an understatement.” Hunter walked forward like a robot. Willow’s airy giggle made Hunter blush lightly and he looked at her with admiration. She looked back at him, and saw him blushing.

“What?” she teased. “Never seen a pretty girl before?” Hunter’s ears drooped in embarrassment.

“I look at one everyday.” he mumbled. Willow looked down at the floor with a giddy feeling overtaking her body.

“Oh yeah? And who’s that?” Willow bit her lip hopefully. Hunter paused. He didn’t think he’d said it loud enough for her to hear.

“You.” he shrugged. Willow’s heartbeat raced. She started to speak before being cut off by Hunter.

“Wait here,” he said. Willow obliged, standing in her place. After about a minute, Hunter came back, hand behind his back, trying but failing to hide a bouquet of flowers. A slight blush dusted his cheeks. He cleared his throat.

“I was wondering if like.. maybe.. you wanted to go out with me?” he mumbled, cheeks now crimson. He brought out the bouquet from behind his back. Willow’s own face copied Hunter’s, turning a great deal of a red colour in a small amount of time.

Before Willow could respond, Hunter started to ramble about random things.

“It was a stupid idea, I’m sorry I should not have been so stupid-” Hunter frantically tried to apologise. Willow knew she could not get him to stop so she just yelled over him.

“YES!” she exclaimed. Hunter stopped.

“What?” he asked.

“I said yes. I want to go out with you.” Willow repeated.

“Oh.” Hunter stammered. “Y-you do?”

Willow nodded. He smiled and offered to walk her home.