#i love how they don’t even have to verbally communicate with eachother

[crosshairslongasslegs]

them

[afuntimepartyy]

Ermm flutter headcanons teehee

-1# flutter fan

of course!!! I love bubberflights I can’t believe they’re real…

✧ Flutter Headcanons - ✧

Flutter uses She/They/He pronouns, and while has no specific label for her gender they probably fall under something nonbinary adjacent.

aroace, but very much capable of very passionate queer platonic relationships!

her antennae emote very frequently and colorfully, it’s also not uncommon for them to just move absentmindedly when writing in her diary or just in a generally good mood

speaking of their diary! They have multiple of them, they don’t have a lot to say verbally but they have a lot on their mind. The diary lets out some frustrations and emotions, but it also serves to just journal how their day went! She has a very nice cursive style.

autistic, hyper empathetic and tends to easily be overwhelmed in crowded social situations

has the full capability to speak if she really wanted to, though they don’t really like to! He has plenty of reasons as to why that is, but one of those reasons is that her voice will always be too loud for them- no matter how hushed it is. Words also just do not come out ever, even if they have the ability to speak it still feels like something weighs down in their throat preventing it.

cannot really chew or taste food, it’s purely energy for her. Loves her fruits and the greenhouse.

they’re actually really good at picking things up with their feet! Even when standing, so in addition their balance is really good.

… that being said she can refuse to pick up a lot or just be really uncomfortable with some things she picks up- her feet being extra sensitive to touch and even smell. It’s also why they are commonly flying and not walking- people have asked if she can also taste things she picks up with her feet but they’ve never gotten a clear answer

the show designers never designed what’s under flutters cloak- her character references never had it in mind because it just didn’t appear in any cartoon or educational material. This means when brought into a living breathing cartoon it was kinda up to the ichor what went on under the cloak! Flutter is sort of a weird little mystery to a lot of the handlers and staff because of that when the place is open and running.

they can never really tell how much butterfly she truly exhibits trait wise, especially under the cloak. What most toons and handlers alike don’t know is an extra (much tinier) set of arms is under flutters cloak.

her neck fuzz is hard to keep clean, yet they take good effort to keep it clean themself. They even fluff it up to use like a pillow when going to bed! It’s very soft and puffy.

Flutter isn’t Tisha’s level of obsessed with cleanliness, but she does worry about it a lot! A dirty environment can make them incredibly uneasy, antsy, and jumpy. If it’s that bad and if she’s forced to land in it especially, she shuts down

can be very shy and meeting new people causes them a great amount of stress- that being said it hardly stops them unless it gets really bad. She loves making new friends!

✧ Twisted Flutter Headcanons - ✧

twisted flutters are rare due to the fact it’s hard for one to twist- at least in the current time. Their reasons for twisting usually revolve around watching friendship fail time and time again. Flutter may be timid and passive, but they truly believe and follow in the power of friendship even if it becomes… a very deep down and unnoticed thing. So when a flutter twists, that idea has been challenged and tested to its very limit- watching all your friends turn against eachother is really hard for a flutter to witness. Usually too much, so that’s when they twist.

twisted flutters twisting used to be far more common in the early days after ‘the fall’ occurred. A sense of community and teamwork had not been established yet, and everyone was freaking out unsure what to do. Now that a community has been established and the toons have a sense of direction and protection, flutters hardly ever twist anymore

this doesn’t mean flutters herself is common though, back when the place was running and being produced they didn’t dedicate a lot of resources to producing flutters. Her needs were deemed too high to have her mass produced like some commons, so they never did have more than a few backup flutters alongside the original one. Because of this, the ichor machines seem programmed to not make as much flutters despite them Now being unmonitored.

twisted flutters have big bug like eyes, the ichor trying to ground her to real life as much as possible which Means pulling from butterflies as much as possible. Their eyes are far bigger and far more detailed.

Ichor covers twisted flutters face, it causing their mouths to split open in an almost “broken heart” sort of way. It also almost resembles mandibles because of how it split, and it always seems to be sticking to eachother. ...probably one of the more ravenous twisteds too, butterflies need constant energy and a restless and aimless twisted who never stops moving is even worse. Unfortunately food is not very common downstairs, not much at all… so usually this results in flutters desperately tearing into other twisteds and toons with their new mouths to get that energy. This also means they consume more ichor and their state gets worse.

[v-anrouge]

exposing myself on the internet for a character assignment go brrrrr

also: *sweats in aroace*

Okay so I possess a distinct lack of hobbies because ✨ mental illness ✨ and also I am a total hikkineet. I do however, have less active hobbies like drawing, painting, reading/writing. I do enjoy rewatching Musicals from my childhood whenever I’m feeling down or generally empty. Some faves would be “The Sound Of Music”, “Mary Poppins” and “Anastasia”. Ya boi likes singing along with em even though I am terrible at it hehe ❤️

God okay. My personality. Uhh. I have a lot of feelings (and cry a lot) and I am extremely affection starved so show me positive attention and compliment me and I am fucking worshipping the ground you walk on so.. affectionate? I guess. Also Kind of quiet. I’m in my head a lot, and I have anxiety about voicing my opinion and thoughts to people. Especially irl. I’ll usually just remain silent or provide a few comments but otherwise mainly a listener. But if it’s a special interest and I can see that you are actively listening to me instead of waiting for me to stop talking I’ll turn into a walking Encyclopedia about Said thing. I do love physical affection but only when I am in the mood for it lol.

Giving love language is acts of service and gift giving (flashbacks to the time I offered to buy you something even though we barely knew each other). Receiving love language is words of affirmation probably idk i have 3 irl Friends outside of Family so my experience on the matter is limited.

Also people who are audibly/visibly angry will set off my fight/flight/freeze response and I will physically distance myself from them due to discomfort/fear. I’d also definitely go non-verbal as a result. This would be a time where touching me could result in a panic attack/me just crying lmao

Okay bare with me here because I have never actively considered my type so I’m only really thinking about it now

Type wise, perhaps someone kind but firm, I’d say? I lack a lot of motivation, self-discipline and self-respect, so a partner who is gentle, accomodating and understanding of my situation but isn’t afraid to call bullshit when they see it would definitely be preferable. Also direct communication because I CANNOT read between the lines. And.. someone who would go places with me. Not even for like the cute coupley things like Dates and Shopping or whatever (though that would be great too) but literally as a Support Person for stressful situations like dentists, doctors and other such appointments. Lord knows I need it because I stutter so badly when talking to strangers irl and stare straight at the ground and go silent when I inevitably become embarrassed at my lack of social skills💀 I don’t really have a strong preference for any hobbies a partner might have, but it would be cool to watch musicals together. And dress up and stuff. Maybe even cosplay. Idk just Indulging in each others hobbies would be fun. Also I struggle with like, mobile(?) communication and find it difficult to take the initiative to start text convos or call people, so they’d need to take the lead on that otherwise I may accidentally end up ghosting them. Not maliciously, but as I said, ya boy is stuck in his own little world a lot.

Also my favourite colour is green! HEX Code : #9AEEC8 (this probably wasn’t necessary but teehee)

And if a partner can’t handle spice I will constantly give them shit for it but in an affectionate way ❤️

(THIS WAS SO LONG IM SO SORRY IDK HOW TO SHUT UP WHEN PPL GIVE ME ATTENTION 😭)

THIS IS PERFECT ACTUALLY U GAVE A LOT OF DETAILS VERY IMPORTANT DETAILS AND THAT MAKES RHE JOB WAY EASIER!!

I match you with...

ROOK HUNT let me start this off by saying that this can be taken in both a platonic or romantic way and that in either way u and rook are like made for eachother im serious like u two are fucking inseparable, rook absolutely adores everything about you, you two have A LOT in common and he LIVES for it, rook and you can constantly be found almost sobbing over eachother and how much you mean to eachother, you two are so close people consider u both goals (couple or friendship it's up to u). rook is absolutely sure you two are soulmates he has never felt so connected to someone like he feels connected to you

rook loves spending time with you he adores talking to you even if to other ppl it might seem like he's being ignored rook knows he isn't he knows that you are listening intently to him and he loves it, most people hate it when he starts talking to them since he talks A LOT but you? you don't mind it! you stay there and listen to him ramble and sometimes even join him! rook always feel so warm when he manages to make you feel safe enough to ramble and infodump him and he'll be very happy if you allow him to do the same in exchange you two have a lot of interests in common and love talking about them to ppl that actually care so this normally ends w u both talking for hours non-stop and not even noticing as time goes by (not u two talking about vil for 5 hours straight)

rook absolutely adores your works, wether it's a drawing, a painting or a piece u wrote he'll love to see it, he could spend hours talking about your works seriously it became one of his special interests his ur number 1 fan now he'll always hype you up and even do some of them with you (like painting and reading together etc)

rook swears he can feel his heart exploding in his heart when u give him a gift this man won't stop smiling as he goes on and on about how much he absolutely adores you and how much he loves the gift and how he's so honored and happy to receive something like that and there's literal tears on his eyes as he does so, rook feels so happy when you offer to help him too, it means he gets more time to spend with you! and rook loves spending time with you<3

if you like words of affirmation than rook is the man for you, this man constantly writes poems about you and the special connection you two share and even though he has written multiple of them somehow they never ever look the same it's always so fresh as if it was his first time writing something like that, it also never fails to make you smile rook is very observant so he'll def know what makes you smile and he WILL be making a LOT of use of his privileged knowledge

rook knows how you get when someone is mad and being loud about it so whenever rook feels an situation escalating he'll immediately take you away from it and make sure you're okay, if rook ever happens to arrive to late he'll do his best to help you calm down, rook is super patient and even if you go non-verbal rook somehow still always know what to say and what to do, if you like company in times like these rook will not leave your side, he'll constantly be making sure you're feeling alright and comfortable and paying attention to your body language if you can't speak

rook will always encourage you to try new things at the same time he'll immediately take you out of any situations that make you extremely uncomfortable, for rook it isn't easy to trust people, however he trusts you, and he wants you to trust him back so he wants to be there for you, to show you he will always be by your side to support you and he wishes that you feel the same towards him

if you want to talk to someone or ask for anything but you're too nervous because they're a stranger rook will offer himself to do it for you, he has no problems doing that for you, rook would never shame anyone for not having good social skills because rook himself used to be very shy as a kid and he understands how hard it can be to talk to strangers

rook LOVES to watch and re-watch musicals with you! it's one of his favorite things to do, rook feels so happy when he's watching a musical you two like by your side he truly wishes that moments like these lasted forever, because there is no place rook would rather be than by your side

other possibilities: vil ( u two are like made for eachother seriously as i read ur info i was like omfg it makes sense why you love vil so much) lilia, cater & malleus

[northeastern-soul]

This was alot 😅 Like i wouldnt even wanna read this all in one go. 🤣Fuck this mile long response. This was 3 sections and it drained me. So don't stress yourself by worrying about it right now.

This goes on the back burner, 😊 you have no obligation to read it asap, it's there for whenever you wanted my words or thoughts. It took like 3 hours to sit and think and finally find words. I can also clarify if needed.

You did get a lot right on how to treat me but I don’t think we are there yet.

I think this part will take communication and evolve and change over time, as we grow and change as people. The world is so big and scary and heavy for you right now, so it's okay to focus on getting back on your feet. Yet, I have faith in us, and want to remain kind and compassionate while we grow.

I understand you have past traumas and as much as I want to help burden you with those, you need something more than me. To express and heal from those. Just like I have traumas I need to heal and work from.

I do. I have an okay hold on them, but sometimes they break away, and yes, sometimes I need to lean on my partner to get back on track. However... I know right now you are a little unsteady too, and I recognize that and want to respect that.

Its also okay to sit in the dark together sweet girl😊😌 I won't abandon you in this.

I don't think they have to be 100% healed in avoidance of one another, we're a team, no matter where we stand with eachother, But we can't rely on the other person or expect anyone else yo do the heavy lifting of that healing. It's being supportive, and I think we can find that and eventually find and remember that we do have a safe space within eachother to communicate what we need.

Those will always arise and we will always be triggered unless we release those demons from ourselves.

They will come up, and like I said^ I think you're right, we have to do the heavy lifting ourselves. But I don't think they'll always be something that we have to tackle alone or without one another.❤️

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When I am at full mental or physical capacity, when I’m feeling sad or getting depressed.. I sleep. I sleep for hours on end, I could sleep for days on end. Those are the days i am the most selfish and do things for myself, to heal. That usually looks like watching movies I enjoy, relaxing at home, and being alone.

I need to remember this. I've read it a hundred times now.

I've known it, but its hard to differentiate from other things that I've experienced that present the same way. I've gotta find a way to remember this is your healing and respite from the chaos and weight of the world, it's self preservation.

I .. I need to remember it isn't you being cruel to me or being neglectful, disinterested or hiding anything, it's you looking out for yourself and even you saying I need rest.

I would like someone to be able to occupy me when this happens but I haven’t been able to express it or understand it’s happening till I’m already in it. And in those moments, I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to do anything and it’s hard for others to understand

I surprisingly understand this. Or I think I do, or maybe can relate. When I shut down, I used to go non-verbal, and spiral inside my head and be unable to talk or communicate or express anything, and it's the most frustrating, helpless, infuriating feeling in the world.. Like my mind was screaming for someone to do the right thing, even if I didn't know what it was.

🙃like I'd be dying for someone to love me and fight through my chaos and sit with me. then suddenly it would switch and I'd be hot and overwhelmed and need them to leave the room for a moment so I could get up and be okay before moving on, and I couldn't communicate that, so I'd suffer till they finally read my mind and offered, then try and nod and pray they understood it was time to switch gears.

I might not understand yours fully (I'd love to) but I understand chaos and being completely overwhelmed.

I'd sincerely like to find a way to be there once you know how. It would be an honor to be allowed into your space. Babysteps I guess, someday. If it would help, you could always just send a symbol/emoji, like 🧷 for need safety or rest... then I know, it's XYZ time and I gotta act like this ABC...

but it doesn’t happen often but when I need it.. I need it. This was this time.

It is and it isn't okay. It's okay that you needed it and took the space. I can recognize that you didn't have the capacity to communicate more then you did. I got hurt, but me feeling hurt because you were looking out for yourself and couldn't be considerate isn't a reason to be mean or push you away. My feelings are valid, but so are yours hun.

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The more someone pushes me for anything, the further I run away. I don’t know why, I don’t know how to get myself out of it. It’s something I need to learn and understand to be better.

I know, and it's something I've known and I still and have always loved you, even though it's hard sometimes. I love you flaws, struggles and all, unconditionally.🧡

I was in my selfish mode cause of the crazy week I had and all I wanted to do was rest, relax.

I should of had the foresight to ask. Part of me was being selfish because I had hoped to spend my vacation with you, and then all my plans were canceled because of your emergency. (I wasn't mad at you at all, just missing out +couldn't go down to support you). So I remembered you saying how you wish i would make the plans and have stuff ready to do sometimes instead of just no clue, (and I know it depends on the mood) and I made plans and waited around without asking what you wanted or needed. (though I did ask the day before 😋 if you still wanted to)

Taryn, I know it might not of felt it, but I need you to trust me that if you explained this, it's a safe space. Yes I'd be a little disappointed, but I'd also be supportive.

Then coming home and finding out my Grumpy doesn’t have much time absolutely destroyed me.

This crushed me, I had to set my stuff aside and reach out even though I was so badly hurt, I couldn't just abandon you and let you feel like I wasn't there.

I felt like I couldn’t even go to you and I didn’t want to explain myself, I didn’t want the comments or anything on you slept the day away and we couldn’t do anything.

Babysteps. Just like you told Vlad how to handle Tiffany and just not ask questions and accept it and be supportive, you can (even if it doesn't feel like it) tell me "I don't need to /Can't hear it right now... Support me." and I'll listen.

I know you had plans for me that day but I couldn’t do it, not mentally or physically and the constant messages, messages to Tiffany just sent me further into avoidance, running away. I was selfish and didn’t think about why this was happening, what you may have been going through and I will admit that. I didn’t have the mental capacity to help you or support you and I tried saying that a few things.

It was a bad day, preceeded by a hard week, that drained you and me. Then our separate issues collided. We failed to communicate, and that's okay. That's where growth is needed and it seems like we both know that. I couldn't pull out of my spiral to slow down and be patient and just chill the fuck out lol,so you could rest and catch your breath, I hyperfixated and was drowning and caught in the moment and you couldn't pull out of yours and were so overwhelmed and in survival mode to communicate what you needed or felt.

We had a miscommunication/failure to communicate. The bright side is it opened our eyes to what we need to work on❤ It was big, and it hurt, but we can move forward and do better.

I am working on myself, like multiple hours a week set aside towards being more mature and processing things, and I am going to improve.

I am still committed to you. I don't believe in throwing things away because it got hard, doesn't mean we need to be attached at the hip right now, but im not quitting on you🧡

[coolest-in-chaldea]

Frankenstein (Berserker) Relationship Headcanons

I love Fran so much, and as someone who sometimes goes semi-verbal I love to imagine a relationship with her where you’re able to establish non-verbal communication ;-;

- Fran is definitely one of the gentler berserkers, but her creator traumatized tf out of her so it’s important to understand the things that upset her and establish what you can do to help in the event of a breakdown

- She’s capable of formulating basic words if someone can’t understand her, but it’s extremely draining and frustrating when she has to try to speak. She would appreciate it so so much if someone made an effort to understand her without making her speak, even if there’s still a communication barrier. Tbh the gesture itself would be very validating for her, since she struggles so much with being seen as less than human

- Establishing trust and expressing your appreciation for her would take some time, but I imagine her s/o would start by bringing her a flower every day, and eventually she leaves you a carefully crafted flower crown in front of your door. There’s no sign of who left this surprise gift for you, but upon closer inspection the flower you gave Fran yesterday is woven elegantly at the front of the crown where it’s still fresh petals form a beautiful centerpiece

- As a berserker, Fran can be pretty impulsive and often disregards all else when she sets her mind on something. Expect to be randomly dragged off to a flower field at least once a week. She means well, she just expresses her feelings predominantly through actions. If she pulls you away from a conversation or while you’re in the middle of doing something, she’ll stop if you ask her to, but please come find her when you’re done or she’ll think that she’s doing something wrong and get very upset with herself :(

- To say that Fran is touch starved would be a massive understatement, the only time anyone’s ever touched her was to cause her harm. At first, she recoils from touch entirely because she has only negative associations with it, but as she observes couples touching eachother, her greatest wish is still to find someone capable of loving her like that

- She tried to express that she wants physical affection, but the awful things her creator said to her weigh heavily on her mind, and it scares her..her servant class reflects her ‘monstrous’ self, and she’s terrified of hurting you! In her eyes her hands can only cause harm, so she desperately wants you to initiate things

- On the other hand, you respect her boundaries and you avoid touching her because she typically flinches away from touch. She’s grateful for the consideration, but as the misunderstanding continues she gets progressively more frustrated until she eventually just gets right in your face and....pats your head

- Tbh you probably have to stop yourself from laughing to avoid her taking it the wrong way, it’s just so bizarre but also hilariously adorable. It seems out of place to call her endearing, but her 50/50 mix of awkward and bold is just the brilliant Frankenstein charm™️

- Fran’s new favorite thing in the world is to be hugged/held by far. Anywhere, anytime she’s always absolutely overjoyed when you wrap your arms around her! Just make sure to approach her slowly and always approach from in front of her where she can she you..surprise hugs from behind startle her and her natural response to being startled as a servant is ‘IM UNDER ATTACK’

- She still grabs your hand a lot to show you things, get your attention or take you somewhere, but if you start doing the same to her it’ll make her really happy

- Fran’s primary form of communication is grunts, hums and growls, but I like to think she makes little happy noises too almost like an excited puppy :3

- I don’t think this is how her body actually works, but I’m so attached to the thought that you get a little shock, like when someone touches you with static, the first time you kiss her on the cheek..

- If you don’t brush her bangs out of her eyes or tuck her hair behind her ear what are you even doing with your life????

- Hand motions/signs aren’t really her thing but you show her how to make a heart with your hands and now she does it constantly

- If any flirty servants try to make a move on you she just kinda ominously lurks behind them like >:( until they stop

- If someone hurts you physically, they can say goodbye to their kneecaps. Fran becomes your personal guard dog

- If some hurts you emotionally, she is out for blood and someone has to immediately hide whoever did it while you try to calm her down until she settles for trying to comfort you. But from then on anytime you see that person she’s your extremely dedicated body guard. She’s not one to forgive and forget, especially if she thinks you forgave them too easily

- For your anniversary and valentine’s day, you both whip out a bouquet of flowers for the other person simultaneously, it’s really cute

- When talking to other people, refer to her as your girlfriend or partner please it makes her so freaking happy. It makes her feel human, and makes her feel complete, finally having gotten what her creator denied her and told her she’d never have

- If you ever run into Victor Frankenstein during a singularity, you’re throwing hands on sight. ‘Thanks for creating the best gf anyone could ask for, but I hope you rot in hell for everything you did to her’

- She still has pretty vivid nightmares, so she’d love nothing more than to share a room and bed with you, it makes her feel safe and secure. When she wakes up in the middle of the night, she can’t exactly tell you about her dreams, but it’s the same one every time and you know it all too well by now. Tbh just being there when she wakes up is usually enough to calm her. Having a physical reminder that you, a human who truly loves her, are still there reassures her that the dark days are all over now. Victor Frankenstein can’t hurt her anymore, and there’s nothing he can do to take you away from her. But most importantly, you’ve proved that he was wrong about her

[envy-of-the-apple]

Yandere!Hisoillumi x reader

technically poly? But they’re too murderous to ever admit they like eachother, thankfully they have you to share the festering love they harbour. 

(Warnings: Yandere, obsession, implied kidnapping, dissociation, polygamy, forced relationship, non con touching) 

In all honesty, you preferred Hisoka over his partner. 

He was equally, if not more, violent. Underneath the sickly sweet scent of bubble gum, there would always be a hint of metallic blood. His grip was always just a bit too tight for comfort, and his hands wandered further than Illumi’s ever would. 

But where Illumi would stress for control, Hisoka had a preference for leisure. 

The men compromised in a system where when one was out, the other would stay to keep an eye on you. Illumi was the one who insisted on it (as if you could ever escape whatever corner of the world they had hidden you); Hisoka halfheartedly agreed. 

Illumi prided himself on routine. The days he stayed with you were filled with stressful lectures and suffocating hands. He rarely took his eyes off you, always lingering a bit too close for any relief. Your movements were always monitored, and you often felt like a rabbit stuck in a cage with a drooling cat. 

Hisoka, on the other hand, was a direct contrast to his vigilant associate. When Illumi left to go about his day, the magician would almost often take his leave a few minutes after. He got bored easily and toying with you wasn’t something he cared for. The space he gave you was something you were grateful for, which is why you’d always prefer Hisoka ‘watching’. 

But he’d always come back before Illumi did, playing the ‘earnest caretaker’ Illumi wanted him to be. 

That couldn’t have been more accurately illustrated as today. Hisoka had just arrived to your ‘home’ a few moments ago, pretending that he had kept an eye on you for the duration Illumi was out. You were currently helping him build a card tower on the floor. 

You picked up an ace of spades, trying to balance it on the half-finished tower when Hisoka hummed. 

“He’s here~” He grinned. 

True to his words, the door unlocked, revealing a stoic Illumi. You didn’t know how Hisoka could predict Illumi’s arrival so accurately. And, based on the laugh he’d given you when you asked, you had a feeling it’d stay a mystery. 

Nevertheless, you stood up, wiping your hands together. You tried to make your smile look as sincere as possible. 

“Welcome home, Illumi,” You said and behind you Hisoka chuckled. 

“Aw~ Isn’t that sweet.” 

Illumi ignored the magician’s words, fixating himself on you. He cocked his head, bringing his hands together as he spoke. 

“How was your day?” He asked, his voice flat. 

“Good,” You nodded. You wanted to say something more, but then you noticed the antsy twitch in his fingers. 

You stilled, lowering your eyes. 

Illumi wasn’t very talkative, but throughout the years in his company, you’ve learned the body language he used to sometimes communicate non-verbally. 

Twitching fingers meant he wanted to speak to Hisoka. Alone.

Your smile stiffened and you forced yourself to ask: “W-would you like some water?” 

Illumi stared at you. “Yes.” He finally spoke. 

You made yourself, scarce, almost running to the kitchen. You could feel their eyes clawing on your back until you disappeared behind a corner. 

The kitchen didn’t block the voices, and you had a feeling the men didn’t care if you heard or not. They just wanted you to leave...in case things got physical. 

Grabbing a cup, you filled it to the brim with water, listening as Illumi spoke. 

“What happened.” Illumi demanded. 

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Hisoka replied in mirth. 

“What happened while I was away?” Illumi enunciated. 

“(Name) helped me build a tower,” Hisoka simply said, “Isn’t that adorable? I’d say we were bonding~” 

There was a clatter of cards and you had a feeling Illumi must have disturbed Hisoka’s card tower. He always did that when Hisoka was being a bit difficult to talk to. You could almost imagine Hisoka’s grin widening as he watched his structure fall to the ground in a heap. 

“There was a cut,” Illumi emphasized, “On. (Name)’s. Hand.” 

It was silent and you briefly checked your fingers. There was a small line on your pinky, so shallow you would have brushed it off as a callous. You must have accidentally cut yourself on the cards. You weren’t surprised Illumi had noticed something you didn’t. He had that habit of being overly observant like that.

“And?” Hisoka spoke plainly, his voice was strangely flat. 

You could feel the air turn colder, heavier. The air was twinged with something...dark. 

Bloodlust. 

“I warned you-” 

“I don’t see how this is an issue. Pretty, delicate dolls always get marks, it’s inevitable, really,” Hisoka hummed.

“(Name) isn’t supposed to get harmed when she is under your care.” Illumi spoke. 

“Is this why you were so irritated when you came home, let’s be civil, Illumi~” You bit your lip as Hisoka continued, “If it makes you feel better....I promise I won’t let (Name) play with my cards anymore...” 

“...Unless there is another way you want to settle this?”

Hisoka’s words were drowned in blood, and you knew they were going to fight. If you didn’t do something soon they would-they would- 

Your small cut flashed red. 

Without thinking, you crushed the glass cup to the counter. It splintered immediately, shards flying everywhere as drops of blood slowly started to drip down your hand. 

Illumi was the first to arrive, materializing by your side. Hisoka appeared a second later, leaning against the doorframe as his partner gingerly checked your injuries. 

“Sorry,” You muttered, “My hand slipped.” 

It was a lie, not a very good one, but Illumi didn’t care. He turned your hand over, letting his protective instincts grow as blood started to drip onto the tile floor. 

“We need to wrap the wound before an infection grows,” He mumbled to himself, “Hisoka-” 

“Now now, it’s such a small scratch, why bother,” Hisoka sighed, pushing himself off the wall to walk to yourself and Illumi. 

You could see Illumi narrow his eyes, just enough to give a warning but Hisoka ignored him. He quirked his lip up, bringing bringing your injured hand to his face. Hisoka licked the small prick of blood, delicately dragging his tongue along the curve of your hand and you shuddered. 

They had caged you against the wall, but it was much easier to breath than before. The stench of bloodlust had dissipated, mainly due to the men being distracted. Their eyes were now focused on you, instead of eachother. 

“And besides,” Hisoka continued, lifting your caged hand higher, “Some much needed attention is deserved elsewhere. (Name) just wanted affection, didn’t you~?” He cooed, rubbing his face into the crook of your neck. You didn’t answer, knowing he didn’t really care. 

Illumi stood stiffly beside Hisoka, his face was clear but his hands were clenched. You knew he wanted to wrap you up with bandages, to chain you down again so you couldn’t move-so you couldn’t gain another scratch. His paranoid part of him was selfish. 

But the part that lusted for control was even worse. 

Your eyes looked away when you felt a cold hand brush up your thigh. Illumi’s head rested against your ear, but the words he said were for Hisoka. 

“We will tend to her cut,” He told the magician with a tone too soft to be stern. 

“Yes, of course,” Hisoka grinned, “As you wish,” 

Their hands faded into the background as you felt yourself drift off as you always did, forcing yourself to think of things that weren’t Hisoka’s fingers trailing up your neck. 

They were going to kill eachother, eventually. One of these days, maybe tomorrow, or perhaps a few years down the line. You couldn’t stop it, because one day you knew they would never come home, and you would rot in an apartment with no location. 

But for now, you closed your eyes, it was enough to just be alive for today. 

[kaaytea]

hi !! i love ur writing a lot :) could you possibly write how miyuki, furuya, tetsu, and mei would comfort their s/o who often accidentally overworks themselves with schoolwork/extracurriculars/extra responsibilities in general? this is so specific oml

Comforting their s/o

⤷Includes: Furuya, Tetsuya, and Mei

A/n: Ah thank you for the compliment! It makes me super happy knowing you're enjoying my writing! I actually have two works for Miyuki that are similar to your request so I didn't write for him. I'll link them here and here for you! Thank you for the request sweetie and I hope you enjoy!

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Furuya

Oh sweet sweet Furuya :')

He's not the greatest with verbal communication so he struggles a bit when trying to verbally comfort you

He's trying his best but poor thing has the hardest time voicing his thoughts and ends up awkwardly staring at you while he sputters out nonsense

(it has its own cute charm so his efforts still have a way of cheering you up!)

Not great at talking BUT BOY IS HE GREAT AT PHYSICALLY COMFORTING YOU

Furuya is a big fan of naps and knows that they help him immensely when he's overworked so obviously he's gonna drag you to his bunk so you can take a nap together!

Let's you curl up to him however you're most comfortable (this nap break is focused more on your comfort than his)

Furuya has a plethora of cozy blankets so honestly this is like a grade A napping experience

If you're in a scenario where you can't take a nap his tactic is to very gently hug you into his chest until you've destressed a bit

A more rare thing he does is get some form of treat for the two of you

The first years started hiding boxes of popsicles in the back of the freezers in the kitchen after the summer training camp so he usually grabs you one when they're in there

Tetsuya

Much better at verbal communication than Furuya

Although his comforting words sound slightly reminiscent to a pep talk he'd give the team

If he saw you weren't giving yourself breaks he'd convince (force) you to take one, rattling off about how it's not good for your health

Something he does a lot is run his hands up and down your arms. Bonus bc his hands a super warm!

Tetsu also loves pulling you into his lap so he can hold you in his arms! It makes you feel very safe, kinda like that feeling you get when you flop onto your bed after a long day

He doesn't get very sappy with you often but at these times he will try and voice how much he cares about you (he's very blunt about it tho)

Tetsuya is a pretty active person so if you're up to it he likes to take you on walks around campus so you can have a moment of peace together

You don't always have a conversation on these walks, sometimes the warm atmosphere and soft chirping of crickets is all you need. That and your hand being held by his ♥️

Mei

I feel like Mei would be a bit pouty that you're spending so much time and energy on something that's not involving him

Once he gets past his more childish outlooks and sees how genuinely overworked and tired you are he'll feel bad about his previous thoughts and complaints (doesn't matter if he actually voiced his irritation and wants for attention to you or if he kept quiet, Mei'd still feel guilty about it)

Mei will most likely try and coax you away from what you're working on with more playful tactics

I.e. he kind of clings onto you and tries to get you to take a break so you can cuddle

If that doesn't work he gets a bit more serious about the situation and tells you to your face that you need to take a break

Cuddling is his go-to destressing method for you

Most often you find the two of you tucked snugly under a blanket with your head resting on his chest

Sometimes Mei props up his laptop so you can watch a movie (surprisingly he's pretty into Disney/Pixar stuff) and sometimes you just comfort eachother quietly with soft pecks and whispering sweet words

He will talk to you about what's been going on but YOU have to be the one to prompt the conversation. I don't really see Mei as the type that's all "We should discuss this" but more of a "I will discuss this if it would help/make you feel better"

Even if you decide to stay quiet on what's bothering you Mei always reassures you that he's proud of you and of how much he loves you

(It makes him feel good when you say these things to him so he's honestly just hoping that those words bring you just as much comfort)

[bold-yet-wholesome]

Kyotani x Opposite gn!reader

Kyotani and y/n have such contrasting personalities but your relationship just works.

a/n - uhhhhh i am having a Kyotani simp faze rn and this is what came out of it lol. Also im new to writing on tumblr and would love advice and mutuals!

Genre: Fluff, Soft

Kyotani having a polar opposite s/o is my current religion. He is seen as such an intimidating, cold, harsh guy but then you look to the right of and he is holding his soft, smiling, talkative s/o.

Like you are one of the people who can make him smile from cheek to cheek.

Oikawa teases Kyotani about how whipped he is for you but Kyotani can’t even argue, Oikawa is right. He just sits there and scowls lol.

People are often not shocked about your relationship. They do say “opposites attract”. They might get a bit of whiplash cuz kyotani is... kyotani.

Kyotani didnt notice you at first, he kinda acknowledged ur existence but he didn’t rlly pay attention.

Kyotani slowly started noticing small small things like your smile, your laugh, the way you presented youself. He was drawn to your presence.

Kyotani actually initiated it. He asked Iwaizumi for advice about how to confess to someone and Iwaizumi said 😳 but continued to help kyo think of what to say.

Kyotani pulled you aside after school and confessed. Little did he know, you were keeping an eye on him too. He gave off a very mysterious aura that attracted you to him.

Both of you guys started slow, just got to know eachother and stuff like that but the more you guys spent with eachother the more you grew to like eachother.

People used to ask “you guys are such opposites, how do you get along?”

Well to put it simply, both you and kyo are very openminded. You guys love showing eachothers favourite things because it justs seems more interesting when their partner is interested in it. From shows, movies, hobbies and more!

He was very shy and wasn’t a verbal person but you on the other hand loved pda and communicating properly.

Both of you guys had struggled with that in the beginning but you guys adapted to eachothers needs.

He gave more kisses and was more verbal about his love for you but you never forced him to do these things in public. You were both satisfied because you loved eachother.

When interacting in social situations, your boyfriend is attached to your hip and doesn’t leave you alone for the rest of the night.

You do alot of the talking while he stands there looking indifferent. It’s not that he is mad or anything, he just gets nervous.

It’s funny because there you see kyotani who is like “grrrr bark bark” and then there is you who is like “✨🌸💞💘💫”

When he walks you home, he knows how you get socially exhausted and don’t feel like talking. So instead, he decides to talk to keep you both entertained while walking home.

He talks about random stuff and you find it so cute. He just goes “Cheese is so yellow” and then goes into his views on cheese.

He used to hate calling you pet names but then when his tongue slipped and he called you “baby”, you had such a cute reaction that he decided to keep calling you that.

You retaliate by calling him “Kenta”. He gets all flustered when you call him by his first name and just blushy mad-dog 😊

Whenever you come to his games people stare at you and are like “they are so pretty, I wonder who they are here for”.

Then when the match is over, you run to your Kenta and give him a kiss and the people are like “woah damn I didnt expect that”.

Makki and Mattsun laugh at people’s reactions and pokes fun at Kyotani.

Kyotani chases both of them around the gym lol.

As the relationship progressed, although you both had your own individual personalities, people noticed how both of you started sharing some traits.

Kyo wasn’t as abrasive while you were more blunt. You both started developing eachothers characteristics.

Not like either of you felt opposed to it. It was just interesting how your relationship has both turned you into better people.

[blurbry]

I made kind of like a theory story for @reiblu based on their Starry!blue au. I'm not very good at writing so i hope it comes out okay

Blue was born, to a Venasian mother, and, a (possible) Demigod inventor. They weren't exactly what you call a happy family.

His mother..a strong, masculine woman could be hot headed at times. She and her husband fought often, physically and verbally. Their loving tie that created Blue was withered away.

Blue tended more to listen to his mother, and gently began to ween more to her arms. On his (guessed age) 16th -17th birthday, war broke out between Hylians and Venasians.

Generally these two breeds were often friends, but the Venasians started to back away with trading needed supplies. This cause unrest with Hylians, which fueled a war.

Day by day, hour by hour Venasians being hanged, disembowled, beheaded, accused of witch craft. The Hylian armies nearing Blue's comfortable home.

Blue's father stayed locked up in his workshop. He was making a weapon for his only son. A weapon with unimaginable properties. A weapon that only answered to his call.

While the Princess of Hyrule, and the Governor of the Venasians attempted to quell their armies into a calm, honestly not wanting to lose more people, the weapon came to Blue in his sleep.

She glowed with passive embers, that could slice through the enemies hand in large groups. It could eliminate several with one swoop. Blue opened his eyes and gazed at it. It spoke to him. "We must go...we must awaken, and protect your home, blood thirsty Hylians grow nearer."

Blue swallowed nervously, his mother taught him more about fist fighting, he'd never really weilded a true weapon. It settled into his hands and deteriorated. "Call me, when you require me most."

Blue could hear the treachurous marching, the screams of helpless Venasians. He growled and ran to his fathers room, snatching up the crisp blue fabric.

It fit loose but comfortable around him, simple to move in. He clipped the star belt around his torso and ran out with silence. His boot heel clicking on the tile floor.

He took a deep breath "Mama's still out there with her girlfriend..I need you. We need to find mama." The sythe appeared in his hands naturally.

Blue swallowed hard and kicked the front door open, army through army, he knocked them all down, only looking for two people in particular. Two people who meant the most to him.

He heard the cry of a crow in the air. He looked up breifly. Peep. He always followed Mama. Blue shoved, pushed, and sliced his way through Hylian soldiers

He found them, surrounded.

Adrenaline rushed through his veins as he slipped in front if them, holding a protective stance.

The soldiers backed up at the sight of the boy and his sythe. The menacing angered glare on his face, as sweat glistening in the bright street light showed.

His heart was pounding a million miles a second.

A soldier began to laugh, "this boy thinks he can challenge the royal family of hyrule, look at him, hes scrawny. I doubt he knows how to fight with that thing."

The soldier reached for the sythe, it sizzled in his hand, causing a agonized scream to erupt from him. He backed off in fear, "an..an enchanted weapon.."

Blue held his ground, "leave. Or I'll slice you all down."

The soldiers laughed again and kicked the footing out from under the tired boy. "The other two may go. But the boy...he's cheating, his weapon is enchanted, I say we hang him!"

"HERE HERE!!" the others cheered. They laughed with triumph. The sythe disappeared.

"No no come back, I need you" Blue paniked

'Master, with all due respect, you've already saved that which you commanded I appeared for. My work is finished.'

Blue gazed up at the soldiers, his heart catching in his throat. It seemed all his toughness washed away. He was in real danger. Two soldiers picked him up by the arms, dragging him strongly and roughly. He couldn't even struggle.

He was held down and tied, and thrown into the prison cart. A gag firmly placed between his lips, to keep him from tough talking. He struggled and wiggled as the door shut on him.

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The morning air permiated the stale wooden cart, Blue awoke to the shouting of Hylian men, he knew he wasn't home. The cart door opened to reveal his exhausted figure.

But it was no guard, nor king who came to him. It was a beautiful girl. Her hair was long and wavey, it was evident she had it in braids or a pony tail at times. Her piercing magenta eyes gazed down at him.

She showed no hate, but rather..care. She untied Blue and began to ask him questions on why such a young Venasian, ended up in the death row.

Blue took a breath, "I tried to save..my parents..I found a really pretty weapon in my father's workshop...I stole it..oh princess zelda, I've killed so many of your people to save my mother. I hadn't known my weapon was enchanted, the guard touched it and it disappeared they threw me here to be hanged."

The last part, about the sythe, was a very good lie. The princess fell for it and thought for a good few minutes.

"I've met many tribes during this war..Samuris..Venasians, My own people, Faeries, Gerudo...never once did any of them ask my forgiveness. In fact, they thought I started this war. I helped as many as I could out of them..the samuri was killed, and the Gerudo attempted to stab me in the back. But, young..."

"B..Blue..my name is Blue."

"Young Blue. I can see that in a way, they all had a special tie to you. Something about them, that tells me. That you will meet eachother someday. Because all of you have a special team, a special power inside you. Though it pains me to have to hang you today...I know..you will not die from it."

So it wasnt just venasians losing people...

Blue swallowed back quickly. "Thank you.." He mumbled quietly. Little had he known, this day would awaken his deity hood. That is what the fair princess had meant.

Zelda gave a calm smile and lifted blue up with ease. Taking him to the gallows. Blue stared at his grave. His final resting place. He grimanced and let out a breath.

Something about the air felt off. Zelda put a finger to her lips, as the noose wrapped around his neck. Blue stared at her, judging by thr feeling, the knot was tied wrong.

The gallow master made a small speech against Blue, and kicked the stool from under his feet. Blue gasped as his only sense of footing was lost.

His air supply was cut momentarily, He passed out.

He had felt like he was up there for hours, his neck burned painfully where the rope held. The crowds dispersed and went back to their lives.

Blue felt hands on him, but he couldn't wake up. Part of him was afraid to open his eyes. He heard the whinneying of horses, and the sound of other voices.

"You can wake up now, no ones here to hurt you.." Zelda spoke

"Ew. That's a nasty burn, you couldn't have dropped him any gentler?" A cocky, firey, but sweet voice huffed

"Well pardon me if i lost my nerves a bit." The man, who's voice he recognized as the speech maker, said.

Blue groaned and opened his eyes "w..hat..? Who..are you?"

Zelda smiled gently, "good, I was beginning to think the process failed.."

Red tutted in annoyance, " Well if he wasn't such an idiot he wouldn't be in this situation. I'm Red by the way, don't firget it or I'll have to slap you around."

Vio backhanded Red, earning a very pissed souding growl in response. "Enough Red. I'm Vio. I'm not around much and I prefer to work alone."

There was a more silent person in the corner. His hands balled up in his lap, as he gazed at Blue. He had very soft looking ears. He wore a soft, minty green kimono, that was short and easy to move in. He looked away shyly when he caught Blue's gaze.

"That's Green." Zelda spoke softly. "He's mute, but he has his own way of communicating. Give him some time and he basically becomes the big brother to you."

Blue nodded quietly and looked away from him, figuring he was uncomfortable with being stared at. "Am I..dead?"

Red made an annoyed huff "Technically you are. But there was this big sparkly light that saved you. Not even being in a war has been remembered among the towns folk."

Blue looked at his hands, not a single cut..but the bridge of his nose stung, and his neck still burned.

Suddenly a crow cawed and swooped down. The bird with its mysterious blue eyes sat on Blue's shoulder. "Peep!" (Am i remembering his name right?) Blue smiled. "Hi buddy!!"

Red's lips pursed in amusement, "you're friends...with a bird...and you named him Peep?"

"Y..yeah? Whats wrong with it?" Blue felt protective over the little life.

Red started cackling, which turned into amused laughing. Blue began to growl, stood, his sythe materialized in his hands. He went to swing in anger, at the alerted fae.

His sythe met metal. Before him stood Green. A very very, angered, protective, and brotherly look clouding his sweet freckled face. The sword holding hard against the sythe's weight.

His look held discipline, as he stared into Blue's eyes. Blue let out a breath, and his sythe disappeared. Green's look softened and he sheathed the large blade.

"Sorry.." Blue mumbled quietly.

Vio kicked red gently. "Oof. Sorry I provoked you" Red huffed in annoyance.

And thus that day, a team was formed. One at eachothers throats of course. But as Zelda had said, they had that special bond.

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Okay, no idea if I got Blue's Species or Peep's name right, but it was worth a try. I hope you like it, this took me about three hours to write...hah...

[skiijumpinng]

Cene Prevc’s short interview

here’s a quick translation of the stores, where Cene answered some fan questions. I didn’t even know this existed, so thank you @vierschanzentournee

1. why did you decide for ski jumping?

first reason was my dad and then Peter, because i saw him on training and from that moment i wanted to do it too. i found joy in it and i still find it to this day.

2. what would you do if not ski jumping?

definitely not any other sport, but maybe music or science.

3. do you have a girlfriend? what is your type?

the current answer is surprisingly yes, but i won’t tell more.

4. how do you feel being in your brothers’ shadow?

i got used to it, i don’t feel anything. i’m happy that they are successful.

5. which of the brothers is the most stubborn and who is the calmest? do you fight a lot?

i definitely win at stubbornness and every one of us is calm in their own way, but maybe Peter the is most. We all get along very well, but we are that kind of people who don’t speak a lot. The amount of words a normal person says to someone in 5 minutes is how much we say to eachother in half a year, we don’t really use verbal communication, but it works for us.

6. who do you look up to?

i don’t have one and i’ll probably never will have, but i found a lot of people with good traits that i want to copy.

7. what are Kraft, Kobayashi and Kubacki like? do you hang out?

i can say that they are all great people, specially Kubacki, but we don’t really have time to hang out, because we have our own routines.

8. How do you get along with Nika?

she’s doing great and that’s all what the public has to know about her.

9. what is your longest jump?

226m meters in Planica, it was very good.

10. something bad you did as a kid?

i don’t really remember anything, i was a very good boy (not really) i did some pranks but i never went too far.

11. did you ever fall in love with your brother’s girlfriend?

nope, when Pero found the one, it was the first one that i was aware of, so i couldn’t steal her. Domen is successfully hiding everything.

12. Which secondary school did you finish?

Gimnazija Kranj, it was hard, but worth it. Currently i’m in college for electrotechnics and i’m a typical student - extending my studies and doing what i can do. i hope i do some exams this year.

13. do you think all three of you could be on the podium one day?

everything is possible, there is definitely a wish.

14. what did you want to be as a kid?

i had a wild imagination, but nothing serious. i always wanted to get better in everything every day.

15. plans for future?

to enjoy ski jumping for as long as it works out and maybe finish college, that would be great. i don’t have more plans for the future, but i will keep some wishes to myself.

16. how do you get over fear on the ski jumping hill?

if you come to the hill with fear, then it’s *shitty*. i was only scared when i was little and if there were bad conditions, but never on a ski flying hill. there’s more feelings of excitement.

[bytemycupcakes]

Changeling!Pabit AU

I said I was makin a post and I don’t care that nobody seems interested in him cause I love this little puppet boy and wont stop making aus for him.

Under a cut cause l o n g e

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-Pabit only ever remembers Boris as his caretaker

-Not unusual for a changeling, really but it’s true

-Boris always says he just found Pabit on a walk. People usually take that as a joke, but he’s being serious.

-Ya see, Pabit wandered a bit too far from the fae as an infant, and Boris almost tripped over him on a walk in the woods.

-Boris picked up this strange little faerie baby, they made eye contact, and Pabits body shifted to resemble Boris.

-Well fuck I guess Boris has a kid now. The thought of calling the local orphanage doesn’t even cross his mind, it’s really just, “Ah fuck I found a kid.. Guess I’m a dad then”

-Really the fact that Pabit seemed to latch onto and form to look like Boris didn’t help with that train of thought.

-It didn’t take long at all for it to click in Boris’ head that Pabit wasn’t human. Obviously the whole shapeshifting thing, but this child was practically FERAL.

-In a non-babyproofed home, Pabit wreaked havoc. Being a master at hiding, scuttering Boris’ walls, and getting into everything, especially things that a baby shouldn’t be touching.

-It took ages for Boris to get the house at least somewhat Pabit-proofed.

-Pabit still manages to get into shit constantly, it’s like a talent.

-Just like Child!Au, Pabit is not Pabit’s actual name, it’s a name he gained later on because of how much he mimics Boris. (Whats his actual name? No idea)

-Pabit’s gender was literally assigned. He doesn’t have typical human anatomy, being completely androgynous, and thus Boris just... -stamps Pabit with “boy” sticker-

-By the time of the habitat, Pabit id’s as masc non-binary

-Boris considers the day he found Pabit as his birthday, not actually knowing how old he was when found, he counts up from that date, thus where Pabit being 15 comes from.

-Pabit is so tall both because he is fae, and because his body mimics Boris for its aging. So he’s just.. so fucking tall.

-Pabit has a shadow form, but didn’t seem to gain one until he first saw Boris do it when he was a toddler.

-For awhile he’d just randomly shift to it, until his subconscious realized it was primarity an anger-based “transformation”

-While Boris’ shadow form is just intense anger, Pabit’s becomes almost like a rage. As his body grows to adapt most of his non-human ability (strength and some subtle basic magic) into said form.

-Depending on the source of anger, Pabit can be incredibly destructive or eerily calm but a ticking bomb.

-Even Boris gets a bit scared when Pabit shifts to the form... One too many times he’s had his house demolished from this child- Or even being injured by the rage (Nothing serious, but more damage than an 8 y/o should be able to give a grown man)

-From a very young age Pabit always showed signs of adhd/autism. Though he doesn’t technically have these conditions because he’s fae, he’s found comfort in knowing he’s not just really weird, and if people ask about it, he and Boris will just say he has ADHD and/or is autistic*

*[Lil step back: This whole au exists because I heavily project my adhd onto Pabit. And my girlfriend, who is autistic, loves the changeling trope (We even call her one fairly often). So please don’t get hateful about this]

-Boris was always pretty open about Pabit not being human, never tried to hide it from him. He grew up as the outcast and couldn’t figure out why, he’s not gonna let his son feel that same lost and broken feeling.

-Pabit tends to speak in broken sentences. He can speak in full, but feels more comfortable doing more of a Hulk speech pattern. Thus he often talks in third person, and leaves out words he deems unneeded to understand the sentence.

-He’ll fall into proper speech when ranting or infodumping, though. Speaking much more like Boris, with proper and large words.

-He stutters over bigger words a lot, and sometimes gets frustrated and just uses “dumbed down” language in its place (this is how he’ll describe it)

-Pabit has a major hyperfixation of puppetry and puppet making, and a smaller one on musical theatre/acting.

-There is Pabit, and then an actual puppet Habit. It was a gift for fathers day, and though it’s not as pretty as the irl puppet, it’s still pretty damn good for a 15 y/o with claws. Boris keeps it on a shelf in his office, it’s Pabits favorite out of all the puppets he’s made.

-Pabit will nab it and, using Boris’ desk as a stage, will just talk to Boris as “Boris”.

-Boris finds this absolutely adorable, and goes along with it. He’s made several business deals with this puppet. Usually for teeth.

-Which yes, Pabit eats. (No Pabit au is complete if he doesn’t eat teeth, fight me.)

-Pabit stims. A lot. His most common stims are kicking, bouncing, or wiggling his legs, chewing (Yes teeth eating is a stim for him, but he mostly goes for more rubbery textures), hand flapping, and full body wiggling/bouncing. He’ll also play with his hair, but it’s not as common.

-Pabit will occasionally repeat things, usually funny things he hears while giggling.

-Pabit’s hair is so stupidly thicc and curly that no stylist in town will deal with it.

-Boris has learned to cut hair, which comes in handy more often than you’d expect in a house of two very long-haired people.

-aka: Pabits hair grows so fucking fast, its ridiculous.

-His hair sticks together so much that it almost acts like one solid pillow-like mass. No hairtie can contain it. (If it’s tied back, it’s usually an actual string litterally tied around his hair)

-Pabits ears can emote, they don’t move much, but it’s noticeable. They wiggle when he gets really heccin happy.

-Pabit’s pupils alwas seem to be slitted, but at general shock (among other various things) his iris’ will slit aswell, leaving Pabit with a line in some massive sclara’s.

-Pabit has gotten very good at sewing thanks to his love of puppet making. This becomes very useful since he usually has to tailor his clothes slightly.

-In the habitat proper, Pabit is surprisingly popular with all the kids. Most notably Tim Tam and Trevor.

-He knew Trevor (And of Nat) before the habitat. He and Trevor are classmates while Nat is in the class behind them.

-Trevor didn’t really acknowledge Pabit’s existence until he bit a bully and seemed to break skin effortlessly??? hmmmmmmmm.

-Thus Trevor started theorizing, nothing in depth, but the kid was on his radar.

-Trevor was really surprised to find Pabit in the habitat, and even more surprised when Pabit told him Boris is his dad.

-The most these two ever talked before the habitat was a single “peer review” assignment, but in the habitat they start talking a lot more cause they’re the oldest kids, know eachother a bit, and both need to infodump like crazy.

-It takes a while for Trevor to get used to Pabits broken speech, but he eventually finds himself mimicing it occasionally. and Pabit will mimic him as well (adhd solidarity, boys)

-Pabit and Tim Tam can communicate non-verbally with no trouble at all. Thus this is used to wreak so much havoc on habititians since they’re both feral little goblins.

-It doesn’t help that Pabit has special access to “employees only” areas since he’s Boris’ son.

-Trevor and Pabit have gone on massive theory rants about random musicals while Nat’s in the room and she just watches these two in confused awe because of all the little details they’ll pull out to support these wild theories.

-Nat seriously has no idea how these two can just. keep. going. It’s been three hours at least let her have a snack!

-Pabit has allowed Trevor to ask so many weird questions about him because Pabit is also very curious about what exactly he is.

-Boris isn’t going to question why Trevor was poking at Pabit’s ribcage with a pen and just let boys be boys.

-Nat supplies Trevor with books on mythical beings she steals from Trencils room.

-Even with the three of them mostly working together, they cant figure out exactly what Pabit is.

-Until they’re all going over it in the boiler room one day. Where Wallus can hear them.

-YES ONCE AGAIN WALLUS IS NOT HUMAN! AGAIN, FIGHT ME.

-Did three children just lure out the frightened janitor cause they’re describing changelings and Wallus, a fae, knows about these kinda things? Yes. Yes they did.

-Wallus really never got a good look at Pabit before he took refuge in the wall, Pabit never got too involved in his work, or his talks with Boris. So Wallus isn’t too surprised that he missed it.

-It takes a bit of courage building from Wallus and Pabit litterally dragging him to Boris’ office before Wallus talks to Boris about how he aquired Pabit.

-Lots of details short: Wallus actually remembers when Pabit went missing which is pretty neat.

-Boris was almost worried he’d lose Pabit to his birth parents... Until Wallus says they didn’t really worry too much cause he was supposed to be put into someones life anyway. Was only mildly concerning since the fae couldn’t keep an eye on him.

-Pabit barely processes any of this information. Same with nearly all fae information Wallus tells him.

-Its not that he doesn’t like it or anything, he just doesn’t really care about the details. He got a name for what he is and why he acts like he does, and now he’s done. Mission complete.

[I wanna type more but my adhd is being MEAN so I’ll stop here for now. Feel free to send me asks about this au tho cause I love it]

EDIT:

-One last thing: Pabit loves the night. He adores the moon. He loves sitting on the roof past bedtime just to stare at the sky

[lochroma]

Hsddgzfcjkgl I'm glad I could bring a smile to your face!!!! 🙏Thinking about THEM™ also just make me grin from ear to ear... 💯👏💖💞 Petnames are good but I think the subtle-ness suits them... I also think that rather than calling eachother by Petnames they are more the type to exchange "I'm glad I met you''s and "you're very dear to me"s with eachother. 🥰 Tho I could see how they'd start calling eachother by petnames when they're feeling REALLY frisky...👀✨

them.... :]

yea, i def don't see anything too casual, like 'babe' or whatnot, because that's just... ooc, beyond a doubt. it kinda irks me when its used in fics for them (okay, maybe quite a bit tbh). though i AM a big supporter of male characters being able to show vulnerable emotion, and maybe that's why im so here for very slight but somewhat touching use of something like 'my love', from marth; if only because i feel like his regalness would fit into smth soft but graceful like that. but that's only like, the rare and especially intimate moments, and only in private for sure! and ike is just, not very good with sugary words, so instead of butchering it (which i wholeheartedly believe he would have tried briefly at one point, when they first started really dating), he just sticks to the plain name and, like you said, "im glad to know you", etc etc. im kinda clingy to the idea of ike using 'my prince' has his intimate phrase bc it just. god. it kills me in the best way every time.

HOWEVER i am a gay and yearning fool at the end of the day and im not afraid to stick my own indulgent hc of them getting more comfortable with verbal love language as time progresses (and lots of it, like, by the time they're middle aged), even if that's not necessarily the love language they primarily communicate with, yknow? not to be /that guy/ here, but growing old together and being unbearably, grossly in love... yes please 🥺💖

n/sfw is on a WHOLE different level tho, and i mean, if anyone's curious on my takes with that i can def try! but i feel like that'd require a whole other ask of its own just for the sake of properly tagging, and a possible read more.

[ineedrelationshipadvice]

my gf struggles with internalized homophobia. its been 7 months and she isnt kissing me on the lips, gets scared when i hold her hand in public, wont tell me she loves me, wont label our relationship still. with covid were out of college and cant see eachother and while we still talk often, missing the verbal signals is beginning to be rough for me- there's no spending time with eachother to balance it out. how should i talk to her about this? i know it's tough for her so i don't want to be rude

I don't think it's rude at all to talk about this sort of stuff with her. And you should do it ASAP.

The fact of the matter is, while working against something like internalized homophobia is very difficult - something she will always have to fight against, like the ocean pushing on a beach - the functional reality is that, at least as far as I understand it, she is in an actual homosexual relationship, presently. There's only so much you can do when you're literally in a gay relationship with someone who is scared by their own relationship. It's like being scared of your own shadow, so you never want to step outside. Yes, these fears are valid, and there is concern about them; but if you can't even manage the basics, then you will make NO progress in your future.

The reason that I take such a hard line stance on this is that you guys are functionally in a long-term relationship. I generally define that as in or around the 6+ month timeframe. A HUGE MAJORITY of relationships end within 3-4 months, many far before that. That honeymoon period ends around that time, and you as a couple have to really solidify what your relationship means to you, and how you two are going to carry yourselves as people dating each other. If you can get passed that hump, then usually it's smooth sailing from there.

But your partner, because of this homophobia she has, is not willing to do BASICS. Waiting seven months for a kiss on the lips, holding hands, etc... that's a lot. I've been broken up with in the past for not holding a girlfriend's hand in the first month of our relationship because I was shy; they ended it in ONE month, and you've stuck it out for SEVEN.

There are some things from her needs that are more reasonable. Labeling yourselves in a relationship can be difficult if she is in a situation where her family or friends might ostracize her when they learn that she is gay; that's scary, and that sort of thing can take years to build up to. And everyone is different on when they want to use the LOVE word in a relationship,

However, if you are not receiving all of the benefits of a relationship that you signed up for you, it's imperative of you to find those benefits by communicating your needs to your partner. Let her know that you understand that she's working through a process. But also let her know, especially because of the COVID-19 situation, that it's becoming really difficult for you to not be validated by her when there is no other way to feel good and happy without her functionally saying so.

At the end of the day, at some point, she is going to need to deal with the fact that she is in a gay relationship, and her past presumptions or concerns about homosexuals needs to end if this relationship is going to go anywhere. Because if not, then it's a dead-end relationship for you, and you should probably begin thinking on whether sticking it out with her in the long-term is actually serving your best interests.

[cultho]

Dororo Epilogue/Post-ending Standalone episode

*WARNING: SLIGHT SPOILERS AHEAD!!*

So I watched the ending and I had a lot of feelings about it, and I came up with a few ideas for a standalone post-episode to explore some concepts I would like to see from the show. Fyi, the pronouns I use for Dororo vary by situation, with a preference for he/him (my headcanon is Dororo is pretty genderfluid!).

About a year after Hyakkimaru went to find himself, aka end of the series (but before the timeskip where Dororo’s hair is long), the episode opens with opens with Hyakkimaru, feeling more at peace with himself, returning to the village Dororo was developing via dad's Harry Potter level of inheritance.

Dororo, who now basically rules this village despite being a literal 9 year old, hears word from his fellow villagers that a wandering stranger with a sword was spotted helping one of the rice farmers because their horse got caught in a ditch (or anything else of that nature). Of course, Dororo immediately comes running, and barrels straight into Hyakkimaru for the sibling reunion hug we deserve.

Then Dororo punches Hyakki on the arm and gives him a hard time for leaving for a whole year without even a ‘goodbye,’ asks 'So what made you decide to come back after a whole year, huh, punk?’

In response, Hyakki pulls out a small, worn, pouch and Dororo says 'woah - Mio’s rice seeds? I thought you would’ve planted them by now already.’

With a little smile, Hyakki goes 'I thought about doing that, but then I remembered you were close with her too, so you have as much of a right to these seeds… so I decided to wait until we could plant them together.’ 

The rest follows as one expects it to -  Dororo teases him for becoming an even bigger softie, and they set off back to the village to grab some farm tools who Hyakki the place, as the camera pans up until the brilliant blue sky fills the frame. That chapter of their lives ends the same way it began, with Hyakkimaru and Dororo - the latter chatting up a storm while the former quietly appreciates - side by side, wandering where they must. 

Then the camera pans back down, and where before there was bare paddy, the field is now golden and thriving (same as it was in the show's ending). After a half decade timeskip, Dororo is 15-16 to Hyakki’s 21-22, and the rest of the episode follows them dealing with a demon terrorizing their village, who turns out to be Daigo’s butthurt evil spirit. I don’t have a specific plot, but here are concepts that I’d love to see explored.

First, Grown up badass Dororo running her town, being like her own Alexander Hamilton, except not only does this Alexander Hamilton know finances, how to run a sovereign state, how to outsmart any opponent, rouse even the most downtrodden souls to action with just a few words, she also kicks major butt from training with her big bro. Shoutout to that one post that inspired the idea that her dad's Big Boy genes kicked in during puberty so she’s actually like... as tall as Hyakki. Maybe even an inch taller. She says to anyone who asks that her bro can 'die mad about it’ but they both know that he’s just happy she grew up big and strong. 

She totally runs the town and everyone adores/massively respects her; her city takes in the refugees, the poor, the women and children, the diseased, etc, because, in her words, screw samurai and screw their wars. They absorbed Daigo’a old land after offering food, shelter, and jobs to the survivors, thus their town became a pretty respectably sized settlement.

Now, the key to all this - since they don't want to rely on samurai for their power - is the money, right? So Dororo’s power is her knowledge of the treasures secret location (and all the other badass things about her, but I digress). Imagine at some point a small gang of newer villaghers got the bright idea to try and stalk her during one of her mysterious night trips out (she calls them a way to satisfy her wanderlust, but they’re a cover for her sailing to the treasure's location to grab some cash), and they only get as far as spying her enter the docks before their plan goes to heck when they get accosted by Dororo's more loyal villagers who saw them sneaking. ‘Oh sh*t,’ they’re thinking, Dororo sauntering over to them, ‘Oh sh*t, shes got a big sword, oh man oh sh*t this is the end for me - '

But Dororo’s been there before, at the end of her rope and desperate for any edge to survive, she understands how these guys think, and if there’s one thing she’s stubborn to death about it’s that she does NOT run her town like the samurai. Instead, she talks them out of their misdoing and helps them find an honest living, Tales of Ba Sing Se Uncle Iroh style, (except with more volume and verbal threats).

Another concept with Dororo is when Dororo dresses to look like a guy when he and Hyakki take a couple horses and venture into a nearby city (for whatever plot reason), similar to how he did when he was a lot younger.

It’s not fully a secret, but only the older residents of her city know about Dororo’s 'crossdressing' habit, and are accepting of it.

Dororo mentions that while he’s in no way ashamed of presenting female, it often feels more freeing to present male, especially when they're out adventuring - less questions and stares from strangers, etc. Dororo also just likes presenting as male! This way, he identifies with both genders at different times. (It goes without saying Hyakki does his best to use the right pronouns, he never had a strict concept of gender - re: Jukai is the best mom, so it never struck him as odd.)

As for the actual villain of the episode, when she first hears of the Jerk Dad Demon attacking the farms on the outskirts of the village, she only thinks ‘it's just another demon, time to gather the crew and kill this thing-’

It doesn’t go so easily, as the demon’s exceptional strength proves to draw out the confrontation, and it even ends up escaping the first time.

The first to figure it out was Hyakki - he’s most familiar with Daigo’s wrath and the foul creature reeks of the old man. However, everything happened so fast and he sort of… neglected to inform Dororo. When she does find out, they have a short confrontation about it in classic Bickering Siblings Style. It’s understandable that she’s slightly miffed the demonic incarnation of his own awful dad, yes that one, is who they’re fighting and he didn’t bother letting her know.

Hyakki, who, even after a decade of having his voice back, isn't that great at communication/vocalizing his more complex thoughts and working through conflicts with words and thus often comes off as awkward or silently stoic: 'You were busy... and I thought you figured by yourself already?’

Things escalate when the other villagers overhear, and they almost start a riot; angry shouts accusing him of being the reason the demon attacks their settlement from the all the tired men and women, haggard from fending off attacks of not only the demon but also rival bandits and clans who want to take advantage of the city’s time of hardship. Of course, Dororo gets everyone back in lineright before the crowd got to deciding to sacrifice Hyakkimaru, reminding them to focus on the real enemy instead of turning on eachother - but the situation was incredibly bleak. With everyone on edge partially, it was easy to use Hyakki as a scapegoat due to his pacifist tendencies and his stoic nature coming across as almost cowardice.

He taught Dororo how to fight and that's pretty much all the fighting he's done since he came back to plant Mio’s rice, he’s reluctant to pick up the blade again. But the moment a demon shows up he runs off on his own, risking life and limb to confront it head on. Combined with his character’s less than stellar communication skills, it frustrates Dororo in the 'he leaves for a year and doesnt even text me when he's going’ kinda way’ - she's frustrated when he continually refuses to understand that they're family, and at the end of they day theyre kind of all the other has left. So he needs to get it together better and tell her when he’s about to go off and do reckless nonsense. His behavior also presents an interesting dichotomy as Hyakki also struggles with trying to be emotionally detached (lose worldly desires, etc.) and pacifist in the face of attacks from both demon and humans, so he needs to reconcile fighting with the others against attacking clans and risking a redescent into the demon like madness of his teenage years or standing by non violent means of supporting his comrades while facing expectations that he should do more. He wants to atone for his past sins badly and help those who are still living best he can - but how? 

(And also make friends other than literally just Dororo.)

Dororo's arc is about her struggles to do the right thing as a leader - it is a lot, to run a whole city. Recent events have caused more deaths amidst her city than ever before, and moral questions about what to do with captured enemy survivors feed doubt into her mind if one day she’ll turn out as bad as the samurai, and how to continue on after having led people in battles that resulted in their deaths.

P.s. I also entertained the idea of Hyakki’s journey to find himself taking much longer, and so the first time Dororo sees him again ever since he got his eyes back is when she's 20, there's rain pouring from the dark sky as her men are carrying lamps around, accounting for the dead and defeated in a latest skirmish with a small rival band that was trying to access her city the non-peaceful way.

At first her men bring her hyakkimaru, thinking he was with the enemy (he happened to be in the wrong place, wrong time. He simply heard of a group heading to a big place that sounded an awful lot like somewhere he would find Dororo - and followed them).

And from the business end of her sword he's on his knees looking up when she goes 'nah. I know him. This bastard's got hell to answer for, but he's not our enemy.’

Events are more or less the same from there, but filled with way more tension and drama here since Hyakki basically dropped off the face of the earth for 10 ish years and Do’s mad about that because, again, he didn't even say 'bye'. So much has changed, but what hasn't changed is Dororo’s anikki's inability to grasp that if one day he went off without telling her and then died, she would have literally no idea where/when/how that was, she would never know if he was alive or dead, and the idea of living in that limbo would terrify anyone. The story being about them learning to come together again, only at the end do they plant Mio’s rice field together.

I ended up trying to flesh the first idea out more because Do & Hyakki’s relationship is all about the things that don't need to be said; that these two will always be there for the other without needing to be asked. The backbone of their relationship was built up as one that didn’t need explicit affirmation because it was already so ingrained to their characters it would be a disservice to them and a waste of time to contrive an entire plot trying to create unnecessary drama between them.

But then again... drama = satisfying character growth, so perhaps it could go either way! Let me know what you think! 

Thank you for reading all this way :) I also posted second part to this of other thoughts I had while pondering why I felt the need to write a standalone epilogue.

Bonus: these gems I had in the rough draft that unfortunately had to get cut:

“But it’s harder to kill bc jerk dad demon is a jerk”

“Dororo's like 'u mean to tell me ur punk bitch biological male progenitor's demonized soul is attacking our fields??? “

“they take down the big bad dad dude daigo”

“Dororo: - pshffyeahh, ur pissy pissfaced pissbaby dad”

[magicalsalamander]

Aurelius Part 3

Pairing: BTS Namjoon  ⇆ Reader

Genre: Werewolf | Fluff | Angst | Smut [later] |

Summary: When the daughter of the secretary for the Minister for Wolf and Canine relations is the last living member of her clan, she must find a way to avenge her family. She must find a way to put an end to the hunters whose sole purpose is to cleanse the world of werewolves. The golden one hasn’t forgotten. Will she be able to get the revenge she needs?

Words: 8.7 K

Warnings: Rated Mature; explicit themes.

A/N:  Orig post: 05|31| 2018; Updated intro 12|12|19. Part of the KLF Universe.

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The solutions in the bottles varied from iridescent to deep, molten tar. I trailed my fingers over the bottles labels reading them out to myself in my mind. I’d rather mess up the pronunciation in my thoughts than verbally. Mama Luna didn’t have to look away from what she was doing, “stop touching things, you’re going to knock something over.” I rolled my eyes thinking Mama Luna didn’t notice, alas I wasn’t as sneaky as I thought. A swift swap to the back of my head and a submissive whine later I was reminded of my place. She dusted off her hands in satisfaction continuing about her business. That was a type of intuition that can only be earned with time; she didn’t need to see, but she could feel the snarky attitude. It was all lighthearted though. I’ve learned to appreciate her scolding, she only did it because she cared. I scrunched up my nose rubbing away the pain muttering out an apology.

“Namjoon just looks at things and they break. You’ve been here a month, and you still haven’t learned the motto of this house? Need I remind you ‘heart of a wolf, but tread cautiously like a hare’ Aure?” Aviva walked into the room with a fresh set of medical grade towels out of the laundry. I scrunched up my expression, resisting the urge to stick my tongue out playfully. Mama Luna’s conditioning was working perfectly. In the last few weeks, I’ve come out of my room more; Mama Luna had been letting me follow her around (then trailed by Aviva). In truth, she seemed to enjoy my company more than she let on. I’ve wanted to pay back their kindness by at least doing the little things around here. I’ve come to really enjoy Aviva’s company and found myself enjoying her lingering around me. Namjoon is often gone the majority of the time with his father preparing to be the next Alpha and Minister. Honestly the distance made you feel better to some degree, the whole mate thing was still overwhelming.

I took a towel from the basket and began folding. It was an obligation that each mate knew how to perform basic first aid, so here I was in the infirmary. I’ve already learned dressing and cleaning, hands only CPR, and the Heimlich maneuver. I purred at the compliments of being a fast learner and the best at it from Mama Luna. I had something I could be proud about. The last standard already came in handy when Namjoon got too excited about some freshly cut strawberries and swallowed a large one whole. Even after he cleared his throat I held onto him, only releasing with a blush flourishing when he turned in my arms to thank me.

During the big “interview” when I sat down with Mama Luna, Alpha Kim, and Namjoon, I told them the story line I rehearsed. A lie sprinkled amongst a deeper truth. They deserved that much, because I don’t deserve them. The healed bullet wound was enough to back the story up. I was given an ultimatum afterwards stay or leave. There was no obligation or bribing to stay, however, since I was Namjoon’s mate it would be conditional; but I was under their protection as long as I remained in this town, mate or no mate. The look on Namjoon’s face when his father uttered the option to leave would be something I can’t forget. I could see the glimmer of red in his eyes, but he rapidly blinked it away. It was odd, how I wanted to comfort him with promises, but I stopped myself before they were just sweet nothings.

I decided…to stay. At least until I could find a footing for myself, a way to distance myself from the Hunters and this pack. I hated to admit it, but I liked it here. I wanted to know what it feels like to have a community—family—again. I was still getting used to these emotions that came along with being a mate and surrounded by other wolves. Especially since this pack was so open with their emotions and affection towards each other. I just needed a safe spot to process it all before I threw myself back out there.

I paused as I was folding a towel but picked up again holding my tongue. I’ve had so many questions regarding what we were, I was a wolf, a werewolf to supernaturalist, but I knew nothing of my kind. Mama Luna, again, sensed the change in my demeanor, “spit it out child.”

I stuttered meeting the ends of the towel at the wrong location. I licked my lips feeling suddenly watched. I peered over at the two curious women looking at me. I finish folding the towel but held it my hand momentarily before placing it in a separate basket. “What’s exactly a mate? Why do we have them?”

A soft smile caressed Mama’s lips as she adjusted herself in her seat. She continued folding as if this was a story she’s told many times. Aviva’s eyes glimmered like a child being read a bedtime story. “Oh, I’ve always wanted to hear this!” Aviva scooted closer to me intertwining her hand in mine squealing in happiness. I huffed a laugh then pinched her cheek out but soothed it afterwards. She was too much sometimes.

Mama Luna’s brown eyes glimmered tiny golden flakes. Her eyes flickered until they were a swirling metallic gold. They lost focus, glazing overs as if the ancestors took over to tell stories of ancient times.

“The Universe created the gods, but we are the children of the Moon and the Sun.

When the Universe was at young age the gods roamed chaotically, spirits floated about having no true shape or place in the universe. The Sun questioned the universe why the world was like this, but the universe was unresponsive. Years of civil battle waged between gods and the universe. Some protesting that there was never to be order, then the other half arguing that order should be kept. The Sun clashed and grew, his passion and ambition never dying. Eventually he was the one who pulled the Universe together. He gave planets their shape, containing the spirits and giving them land to rule as a compromise. He became the leader of the universe.

The planets were content, although it took centuries and millennium for the residual angst to settle. They eventually aligned with the Sun.

Amongst the universe were two sisters Earth and Venus. The twin sisters were close, but Earth grew lonely from the physical distance with her sister. She pulled bits and pieces of herself, even plucking from the universe around her, to create a small companion: the Moon.

The Moon was a gentle spirit who was kind, and humble. She gave the meaning to the word maternally by taking care of the Earth, giving her comfort like a mother would. The guide the universe didn’t know it needed.

The Earth wasn’t satisfied with just the Moon, she asked the Sun and her most trusted Moon for more. To satisfy the ever gluttonous spirit, the Sun created beings like humans, salamanders, and scorpions. The Moon created creatures such as the whales, bears, and the wolves. Finally the Earth was then balanced, content with her creatures.

At every sunrise and sunset, the Moon and the Sun would meet in passing. At first the Sun didn’t take notice to the Moon, but when he noticed the new satellite in the short passing a new sense of interesting peaked in him. In those five minutes of exchanging skies, the sun would tease the Moon about her gentle passive ways; accusing her of her creating too many preys. She would tease him about his traditional and arrogant attitude; accusing him of creating too many predators.

Hundreds, and thousands of dusks and dawns passed, and the bickering never ended. However, the days when she couldn’t see him was her darkest. The shadow of Earth casted a shadow on the Moon in darkness every twenty-nine days hiding her from the universe. Those were her loneliest days when she didn’t even have Earth to rely on. At first, he would wait for her to show, but she would never show up. He believed he was content just watching over her, teasing her, but he couldn’t defuse the emptiness he felt when she wasn’t in front of him. However, when she emerged from her darkness, he felt renewed in his ambitions. He called the occurrence the New Moon, a beautiful sight every cycle feeling renewed every time she returned.

They had this indefinable physical and emotional pull towards eachother; like they had a separate unique gravitation pull just between them both. It was unlike anything in the universe.

The Moon sought out the Sun at sunrise and the Sun searched for his rising Moon every dusk. It became this push and pull harmony. They never wanted to spend another precious moment without the other. It was natural. It was gravity. It was simply meant to be.

She was his other half and he hers.

As creators they wanted something together, a creation of equal parts to represent their love; a son of the Moon and Sun.

He said give him an ego, but she said make him virtuous. A born leader.

She said give him the ability to be nurturing, but he said make him disciplined. A lover.

He said give him strength, but she said make him pensive. A scholar.

He said make him loyal, but she said make him intrinsic. A trustworthiness.

Their son.

It was a blessing, yet a curse the dynamic being they created. The wishes swirled amongst the molding, the clay of life, and there emerged from the wishes a half man-half wolf. The most empathetic and emotional creature the Sun could create: a human. The strongest, but wisest beast the Moon could create: a wolf. Their son, the lycanthrope.

His years on Earth weren’t always joyful. He loved to jump, find new adventures, and feel the soil under his paws when he transformed. The other sons and daughters of the Sun rejected him for his wolf counter. The children of the Moon rejected him for his humanity and charisma. The lycanthrope roamed the forest alone, his only companions were his mother and father. He watched his brothers and sisters find love and a community, but he was alone.

The cave he resided in was enough for two, but he managed alone. On the night of a hot, humid summer night, he heard the chirping of the crickets calling to their mate. He sat at the entrance of his cave howling longingly into the night hoping that a mate would hear him. He often felt envious that even his parents had eachother, but he had no one.

His mother heard his cries at night, and when his howls grew louder and longer she stepped away from the moon to come down to Earth. She watched him howl until he went back into his cave to sleep alone. It reminded her of the times of the new moon when she couldn’t see the Sun. Tears streamed down her face not realizing the unforeseen mistake they’ve made. They’ve been selfish in creating a singular being unlike anything they’ve done.

She returned to the moon and at sunrise she spoke to the Sun of their son’s loneliness. He refused the idea of a companion, the idea unfathomable to create a perfect match for their immortal son. Their son was the ultimate combination, why would he want more than he was already given? She persuaded her love for days, ‘my love, as the leader of the universe you should know that nothing is done alone. The world is full of opposites. You are my Sun, and I’m your Moon. Let our son have his other half.’ Her words finally dug through enough of his stubbornness until finally the traditional Sun bent to the Moon.

She asked Venus on her knees, ‘please, Venus, give me some love and beauty for my son. Your sister, Earth, needs it.’ The twin to Earth looked down upon the Moon, for she never knew the pleasures of praises as she has no moons. She sat up from her throne wanting to brush the Moon off, but the Moon bowed deeper. ‘Please, Venus! Please look humbly upon us!’

Seeing the desperation in the Moon’s eyes she searched inside her heart, opening her clasped hands to a reveal a golden pearl. ‘Look kindly upon it and it will do you well.’ The Moon’s thanks and praises flooded from her lips. The Moon vowed to always praise her, to bow at the temple of Venus, and promising that the creatures of Earth to do so as well.

At the next turn of the full moon she asked the Sun for molten fire to drop the golden pearl into. She poured water atop, solidifying it to a harden glowing star. She gently took the star in her hands while the Sun blessed it, and the new spirit hummed in their hands appreciatively. She whispered to it, ‘please, take care of our son.’ She let the star fall from the Moon’s surface towards Earth.

The falling star fell onto the surface of Earth near the threshold of his cave. From the crater arose a celestial woman, a form created in the image of Venus. A soft amber glowed about her as she emerged.

He stepped out from his cave, growling while holding his arm up over his eyes blinking at bright light. Who dared to disturb his sleep!

His jaw nearly fell out of its sockets as he lowered his protective arm to gaze at the goddess before him. His wolfen tail stilled behind him, his canine ears pinning to his head, he felt oddly submissive to the woman’s beauty. Her sweet scent sent ripples of pleasure up his spine. Her mere presence was electrical fanning over his skin. It was anything unlike he’s felt before. She was the paint covering his canvas in a new sensational color, an unforeseen image.

He felt the darkness of his cave light up as she stalked forward, keeping her planetary golden eyes on him. A beautiful smile spread across her strawberry lips reaching her eyes. Her long, delicate fingers trailed along his cheek bones and a content rumble trembled in his chest. Giggling at his eager attitude, her curious fingers didn’t stop as her eyes landed on his canine ears. To others he was a fearsome creature, he was considered brutish in his features with narrowing crimson eyes. He was a walking monster, an outcast, but she treated him like he was a precious treasure. There was nothing but adoration from her gestures and expressions.

There was this odd feeling in the pit of his stomach, a pull, a need to hold her in his arms forever.

He leaned into her touch, a warmth he never knew could exist. ‘What’s your name?’ His voice came out steady compared to what he was feeling internally.

‘Luna, and yours?’ Her voice! Her voice was like an angel, he was a puppy in front of her. He wanted to howl in celebration!

‘Alpha.’ He closed his eyes as little droplets of saline rolled down his cheek and touching her adoring fingers.

‘Alpha, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?’ He unhinged his reduced form bringing her into his toned arms and chest. She didn’t fight him on it, instead bringing her small arms around him to fall in place against him. She smoothed her soft hands against his bare back.

His ears flat for another reason, ‘please, don’t leave me Luna.’

Luna hugged him tight, feeling the vibrations of his purrs tingle all the way to her marrow. ‘Alpha, I’m yours and you are mine.’

He nuzzled into her hair, ‘…my mate.’”

Mama Luna’s lucid tone faded as her story came to an end. Her overall being taking on a less dreamy tone and her eyes returned to its warm brown. “They were the first mates. It’s been tradition, something passed on from the celestials, that there is another half to everyone. It’s something granted—gifted—to us mortals by the Gods.”

Aviva broke the lucidity by chiming in, “what a sucker. Who would’ve thought the first Alpha was a big cry baby?” I couldn’t help but laugh, of all things she took from the that she had to be the one to point that out.

Mama Luna decided to toss a towel towards the unmated wolf, “you laugh now, but wait until you find your mate.”

She rolled her eyes, but I whispered to her, “tread carefully little rabbit.” I moved out of the way quickly by sitting back before a wave of the once folded towels engulfed Aviva. I busted out laughing, the story may be folklore and something silly generations passed down but I felt glad to know a bit of our history. It still left me with many questions, “but that still doesn’t answer what exactly is a mate.”

Mama Luna turned towards you, “child, were you not listening? It’s your other half, someone that compliments you. The duty of mates is to comfort and love eachother unconditionally.” I nodded along the weight of her words were feathering my brain, not quite settling or tangible.

In the end mates were something innate, something unavoidable. It was something I needed to come to accept eventually…unconditionally.

The day carried on with some form of routine. At evening, like clockwork, Alpha Kim and Namjoon came home from the Ministry. I bookmarked my place in the book I struggled to put down going to greet the to-be-Alpha and the Alpha out of respect. However, as I was opening my door Namjoon’s was slamming shut. I could hear the rumbles and then a thrash of something being knocked over. It didn’t sound accidental, the angry rumble that followed afterwards were visceral. I felt the nausea of anger, the strain and stress on my own shoulders. All be it fraction of what he was feeling, but it made my wolf whine instincts working their way up naturally.

I bit my lip, taking a step into the hall closing my door behind me. I knocked on his door in three solid rasp, “…Namjoon?” There wasn’t a response, it went silent on the other side of the door, but I could hear the huffs and puffs coming from his labored breathing. As a werewolf our lung capacity was extensive, so to have labored breathing there must be something seriously off.  He seemed to be attempting to calm himself down. I didn’t want to push him, give him the same respect he gave me to open up when I wanted to.

I was about to return back to my room when a husky voice sounded, “yes?”

I turned back towards the door stepping closer even though I knew he had wolf hearing. “Can I come in?” A grunt sounded at the other side and I depressed the handle stepping into the dark room. Through the darkness and orange glow filtering through the room, I saw two red eyes against the blackness staring at me. I shut the door, opting for privacy, engulfing the room in a filtered marmalade glow from the curtains.

It was just him and I. I didn’t step away from my post by the door, not knowing how the Alpha would react in his turmoil. He didn’t seem to be his gentle, logical self. “Are you okay?” He whined at the sound of my voice, his humanistic side fighting against the feral spectrum. He closed his eyes and I could see the shadow nodding.

I took this as a go ahead to step closer until I was almost brushing my legs against his knees. I could feel him radiating from even a foot away. “Would you like to talk about it?” As if I wasn’t in control of my own limbs instead letting my other half take over, I threaded my fingers through his hair brushing it away from his face wanting to see his expression clear.

Another whine left him as he finally blinked away a majority of the redness swirling in his irises. “Today…in the meeting… just…those,” he stopped himself short feeling himself struggle to get the taboo word out of his mouth. I smoothed against his scalp once more, a silent encouragement for him to continue or stop. He breathed in deeply, ”…Hunters. They say things sometimes that really can get to you.” His fingers tangled amongst themselves finding something to do. “It was brought up again. The disappearance of my father’s late secretary and his family. New evidence came in, but mid statement the Head Hunter laughed. Even going as far as muttering dogs deserved to disappear under his breath. It was— hard trying to remain stable and take the higher ground. All throughout the meeting they were making completely unnecessary comments. It makes me want to forget that I’m going to become Minister and have to deal with this, them. I just don’t know if I can do this sometimes.”

He noticed the twitch and stutter of her fingers at the mention of the Hunters. He noticed her heart rate increase almost doubling in rate. She cleared her throat and the pungent stress scent left her and her heart rate leveled out. It was amazing how it switched so rapidly, making him question if he really heard and smelled the change. Her hand came to a stop in her petting trailing down to his temple to his cheekbone, then tipping his chin up to look at her. “Joon, it’s okay to be angry. You’re allowed to emotions. Those men are terrible. I’m glad you controlled yourself, you’re a smart man Namjoon. Those scum don’t deserve your emotions though. You don’t always have to be strong, at least not in front of me. The sky will marble differently tomorrow.”

He wrapped one of his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him. I almost tripped from the unexpected movement, but his strong arms held me tightly. He leaned his head on my stomach breathing in heavily releasing his stress upon an exhale. “Just let me rest for a few minutes. I’ll be fine.” With each inhale he took in my scent and released the toxic anger out with each exhale. The stress I felt vicariously from him began to seep away replaced with a fuzzy feeling. I still had one hand carding in his hair, but my other came to rest at the nape of his nails scratching lightly. A shiver rolled down his spine a content purr leaving him shortly after. My cheeks blushed as he began to lightly nuzzle against my stomach. He looked up resting his chin on my stomach, “thank you Aure.”

Namjoon was like the sun, I was drawn into his orbit unable to escape his gravitational phenomenon. His radiance was unprecedented. I found myself lost in his gaze before I nodded.

He looked up searching my gaze “it’s the full moon tonight, would you like to go for a run with me?” I stepped back away from his touch, but something only let me half step. I wanted to, no, needed to get out of this house. My wolf has been scratching up my throat to let her breath, stretch her limbs, and feel the blades of grass beneath my paws. I let my hand slip out of his hair, “go, stretch your limbs, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

His hand snatched my wrist, but the grip wasn’t tight instead setting my worries to a simmer. My muscles were still rigor in his grasp, but his warmth was cathartic. “No, don’t shut me out Aure.” Naturally I caved towards him, that gravity pulling me closer. I realized I asked him to open up, yet I was pulling away. “Come with me Aure. It’s been a while since you’ve shifted, aren’t you feeling it?” He was right, but my wolf wasn’t what I was worried about. It was the patchy fur, the scars that would show. I wouldn’t have my clothing to protect me anymore, I was going to be all out on display.

As if he read my thoughts, his fingers tightened around my hand and laced themselves in between the divots of my fingers. “I will protect you Aure. I will stand by you…always.”

It took me a moment searching for a lie or a fumble in his expression, but they were stern and unblinking. I nodded, “okay.”

He hasn’t let go of my hand as promised, his fingers squeezed mine every now and then. He looked back a few times his eyes playing on that puppy look causing me to giggle at his impatience, “I’m here still.” I held up our hands as a reminder. He laughed boisterously bringing my hand up to his lips brushing his velvet lips in a sweet chaste kiss. I turned my head away from him concealing my blush. I had no idea how to react besides let my heart run a marathon to its content. He chuckled softly pulling me along until we were at the tree line.

“Uhmm… you can stand behind this tree and toss me your clothes. I’ll put it in the bin and I’ll follow along shortly.” I nodded stepping behind a wide oak tree, enough to cover myself. I stripped as fast as I possibly could disregarding the bundle of discarded clothing. I let the shift take over hunching, all be it a bit rusty but the familiar sensation of change was welcoming. Letting my form morph into my wolf was liberating. I leaned forward stretching out my hips then stood up like a cobra to fully extend my body. The scents of the forest, the rustling of the leaves, and the blood pumping through my veins magnified my senses. Everything felt more intense, more primal, I answered to my instincts with a content rumble in my chest.

I picked up the scent of masculinity against the fresh evergreen and oak. I gathered up my clothes in my jaw and rounded the tree but scurried back as soon as I saw Namjoon tucking his thumbs into his jeans to pull them down. He must’ve heard the rustling of dirt because he was laughing hard enough that he coughed. I waited until he was ready to round the tree on his own. I sat patiently with my clothes still in my mouth, honestly much too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

A crack, break, then a happy howl as I heard the heavy hit of paws to the floor. Only when he whined to garner my attention did I turn around. An article of clothing fell from my mouth as the bear sized wolf came into view. I was an alpha myself, but I was nowhere near his size a physical shadow encompassed me. His fur was an ombre of dark grey into a eggshell white; it was a beautiful, thick coat. One ear flattened against his scalp as he waited patiently, staring at me himself. We were both sizing eachother up, yet I didn’t feel the need to cover myself or my scars. Even though he stood about a few feet away he radiated heat like the sun, the shift making his metabolism shot through the roof.

The last time I saw his wolf was when I first came here a month ago, yet this time it felt different. Things were different.

He picked up the t-shirt waiting for me to drop the rest to store in safe keeping. I dropped the rest of the clothing for him to take. It was then that I was finally able to take in my surrounding, not just through a window pane on the third floor but physically there. I didn’t realize how much I missed all this. The rays of the moonlight felt like a fresh squeeze of lemon on your tongue sending shivers up my spine until my hackles raised. I wanted to howl in delight, I wanted to jump and roll around. I felt like a puppy eager for its first steps in the world. I closed my eyes monetarily honing into the sounds of the crickets and the sound of a stream within a miles range. I was at ease.

He came back empty muzzle and he circled around me, not in an aggressive manner but tauntingly in a “I told you needed this” manner. Although expressions are limited on the canine face, the little quirks with our ears and tail were expressive.  I raised my brow with my tail lightly swishing behind me feeling mischievous. I gave him one look before I took off running. The trees flashed by me, fresh air filling my lungs every second and for the first time in a while truly felt alive. However, a figure easily zoomed past me, his larger frame propelling through the forest with ease. The pounding of our paws was almost silent against the moist mossy ground. Namjoon spared me a brief look before he continued onwards being childish. The moonlight filtered through the trees creating a new pattern of misshapen stars on the ground. I kept forth as we neared that water he kept running the water level nothing for him. I stopped at the bank but threw all caution out the window as Namjoon looked across the river at me. The water was up to my elbow tickling my stomach with splashes of chilled water. Before I got to the other side I used my tail to splash water at the him. His eyebrows raised but again I speed past him wheezes of what would be a laugh taunted him.

I slowed my pace banking off to the left to hide behind some trees playing into the childish game of hide and seek.

It took Namjoon to get ten feet away before intuition kicked in, he saw her hide behind the tree. A wheeze of a laugh left his muzzle, it never ceased to amaze him the duality of her. He decided to play his own game knowing this forest like the back of his hand.

I waited and waited for a few minutes, but the dark grey wolf didn’t come. I peeked from behind the tree my tail lightly swishing against my knowledge he’d hear the motion. Sudden like a puppy Namjoon pounced in front of me with his hind end raised and front lowered and his tail swishing a million miles per hour. He yipped excitedly and began to run off expecting me to chase after him. I ran full force after him, but he was smart dodging me before I caught up to him. He slowed just enough, then speed up as I was about to tag him.

I was panting hard, I wasn’t used to this type of exercise, so I stopped mid treck. Namjoon noticed and rounded back until he was approaching cautiously to check if something was wrong. My head hung low as I caught my breath. He nuzzled at my temple attempting to garner my attention. The soft caress was sweet and endearing as he whined. The bear-wolf was whining for attention. When I figured him vulnerable enough I pounced forward surprising the Alpha.

We rolled around twigs and leaves intertwining themselves in our fur. On the last tumble he reigned champion caging me underneath him. I could feel his hot breath panting as my fur lightly rippeled. The silence following was comforting. I pried my eyes open and couldn’t help staring at the wolf still hovering over me. Ever since I come to this family I found that thing I was looking for, that sense of community, that sense of security I didn’t know existed anymore. I found a bit of peace. I was so busy lost in my thoughts and panting I didn’t notice Namjoon leaning in closer. I gulped hard but remained motionless, I didn’t want to move. His eyes were full of adoration his crimson swirling something romantically floral. As if he was presenting a rose to me.

His elbow shifted as he bowed down carefully watching for any rejection or hesitation. I keep my sight on his eyes as if I was hyptnotized. His wet nose met mine staying there for a few seconds and then he backed away. The edges of his mouth seemed to pull back into a canine smile as his tail wagged fast behind him. Although my tail was pinned under me it still twitched back and forth and before I knew it I was smiling too. He leaned down again licking at my eye feeling the need to groom you, to provide any sense of comfort.

He licked a few more being urged on by a short whine. His tongue stopped its nurturing as he stilled above his chest squaring out and arms erecting again. It all happened before I could even come down from the high of affection. His tail was absolutely straight, and eyes narrowed a grim red a horrid growl bubbling in his throat. His nostrils flared, and he took a step caging my body underneath his as his head searched around. I stayed absolutely still trying to pick up on whatever it was, but I was too late.

The figure lunged forth shadowing you momentarily before knocking Namjoon to his side. I was caught under his paw jerking me along for the ride.

I rolled onto my side with a whine and I opened my eyes to Namjoon and another wolf circling eachother with their fangs and gums on full display. The growls were guttural. I looked for an opening, anything to help him out, I couldn’t let this stranger hurt him. I stood on all four of my paws becoming a tripod ready to lung at this stranger. However, Namjoon had other plans, he growled in my direction but didn’t break eye contact with the other grey wolf. The other wolf wasn’t as large as him, about my size, but he still posed a threat. From what I could decipher the wolf was a stray—a rogue—and the scent coming off him smelled atrocious. I figured he must be in heat.

Avia’s only told me stories about what happens to a wolf when they go into a rut as one of the other members of the pack just recently went into it. “Apparently if there’s wolf in a rut or if a female’s in heat and it’s not your mate’s scent, it’ll smell something bittersweet or bitter-savory; more bitter than sweet. At least that’s what they say? The pheromone thing is still trying to do its job of trying to let another wolf satisfy its heat/rut, but it won’t allow a ‘bond’.”  This an explanation as why the woman who you address mentally as “snarky one”, has been MIA along with her mate. Especially why walking by their room days prior to their disappearance smelled like ammonia, sulfuric but a touch of vanilla.

Hints of cinnamon and vomit lingered in the air as excessive drool leaked from the rogue’s mouth. Namjoon made sure I understood this was something personal by standing in front of me blocking my perspective from he , this was a battle he had to fight on his own. This was him doing his job as the Alpha and Namjoon, my mate. His protective instincts kicking in.

The circling ceased when the other wolf became impatient, but his actions were careless and sporadic. He didn’t seem to have a set plan just snipping at any given flesh or limbs he could get his mouth on since he knew the size difference was putting him at an advantage.

My paws dug into the dirt, upset that I couldn’t participate.

It was all blurry images in monochrome.

Their large paws hitting the dirt resonated off the trees like a baseline. The leaves rattling was the winds and growls the vocals. The orchestra was building. Teeth snagged fur as parts of their pelt fluttered down like feathers. Namjoon’s extended his jaw to its full capacity, strings of saliva strung from his sharp teeth like strings of a harp. His ears flat and his hackles were raised, the beast was out to tame. The whip cracked with the sound of teeth clashing and oversized bodies slamming.

The longer I stared my confidence on Namjoon’s strength drained. The forest shifted to something casted in a purple light an open bear trap clutched at the leg of a faceless wolf that howled in agony. I was my old self again running away with my family trying to stay with me. I could feel the twine around my thighs and calves. It wasn’t the visual but the sounds of scratching and pouncing reminded me of those hunters.

I sat back on my hind legs, trembling feeling like a statue just watching—but not truly watching—the encounter before me. I was so lost in thought I failed to notice Namjoon pick up the limp rogue with his jaw, but still slight struggling figure tried to fight still. Namjoon backstroked once and then projected the rogue against a tree knocking the being out cold. Once he was sure he sedated the being he turned towards me. He noticed the glossed over look in my eyes, a look he was now familiar with. He limped hurriedly over whining and nuzzling his muzzle to break the spell.

Only after I felt licks being administered to my ears did I wake from my trance; I shook my head clearing of the images of the past. There was so much blood you would’ve thought him an auburn wolf. Panic set in so I began searching him, but he assured me by nudging me that the majority of it wasn’t his. The look in his eyes told me let’s go back home. I easily agreed ready to turn back to the house, but he whined harshly. My instincts kicked back in and I noticed he was supporting himself with his left side. I rounded to his right side supporting but I was only able to support him partially.

Once we reached the tree line he was panting hard. I whined with a small chirp as we came to the clothing container implications for him to close his eyes—only for a moment. I shifted back into my human form, the cold night air hitting instantly sending goosebumps like ripples all over your skin. I dressed rapidly, then set his clothing in front of his wolf petting his head letting him know I was done shifting. The sound of bones clicking, and humanistic sounds filled the otherwise quiet night. Namjoon laid on the ground and I could hear scuffling, but it sounded pained. I wanted to help him, but I don’t think it would be appropriate if I saw him in such a vulnerable state.

“Aure…can you help me?” I weaned open one eye thankful that he slipped his boxers on at least, but the blood pouring out a gash on his torso was alarming. I picked up his t-shirt and sacrificing it as temporary gauze. His wound was pressing, his shift already took enough energy out of him. The clock was ticking.

“You’re going to have to help me okay? Help me get you into a kneeling position and let’s move from there.” He nodded, and I assisted him into starting position from there we stood. All be it his towering physic was a bit of a challenge, but the adrenaline was a great aid in helping you maintain posture. I let him lean the majority of his weight on me. His gravity was centered on me and considering traveling all the way to the infirmary a journey of its own I sat him down on a dinning chair.

I called out to members of the house, stirring people from their sleep. Seojun, Namjoon’s cousin, popped up from the couch, awoken from his late night netflixing. “Seojun! Help me take him up to the infirmary.” Instantly he was on his feet, not asking questions just following orders. I trailed behind as he helped Namjoon up the stairs. I speed past them going to the infirmary prepping all the stuff I would need.

My sensitive ears were picking up movements in the house aside from us. Aviva popped in the doorway rubbing her eyes, “what’s wrong Aure?”

“Go call Mama Luna, its an emergency.” She looked around and finally caught notice of the soon to be Alpha being carried into the hall. She scurried away, and I got to work placing bottles of saline and gauze near the table. I helped his cousin lay down Namjoon situating to lay facing up. Namjoon’s eyes were closed his chest rising and falling steadily, but he winced whenever he took a deep breath.

I finally got a good look at the injury. I noticed an unsteady figure standing on the opposite end, like the blood drained from his face. “Thank you for your help Seojun, you can go now.”

His cousin nodded, “sorry I’m not good with blood…or anything medical for that matter.” He booked it before I could nod in reply.

Another sharp intake of breath reminded me of what was at hands. His grip was searching for mine, “Aure.”

Immediately I forgot the emotional aspect of things at the bell sound of my name and analyzed the extent of things. The gash ranged from his right false ribs all the way to his belly button. The stress he was under lately must be affecting his healing rate. I worked saline into the surrounding area and cleaned it gently. I worked at least three folds of gauze before I was able to see the damage. The gash seemed to be centimeters deep, but not deep enough to be critical. It would need stiches. “You’re going to need stiches.”

“Let me go get Mama, I promise—I—I promise I’ll be back soon, please don’t close your eyes.” His arm latched onto your shirt his eyes wide open and red.

“Aure. You can do it. I know you can.” This time around my eyes widened taking his hand from my shirt into my palms.

“No…Namjoon. I don’t have enough training. I could really hurt you.”

His eyes were stern staring into your burning rose golden ones. “You can do it Aure. I know you can. You can.”

He winced again seething through his teeth when pain resurfaces sharply. His eyes were pleading. I felt it all. I could feel a faint pain all over my torso, and I had to make it stop. My mate needed me.

“Okay...Okay. I got this. I can do this.” His hand fell back to his side nodding slowly waiting for my next move.  I searched into the drawer pulling out a packaged suture set and more saline and gauze. I snapped on some gloves and positioned myself over him. I’ve seen this done before watching over Mama Luna a few times and over the shoulder as Aviva practiced on a dummy.

I rubbed a bit of a topical numbing cream before I brought up the needle. “I’m starting now.” He nodded closing his eyes, jaw relaxed. I stitched him the best I could. When the pain became almost too much and the cream wasn’t holding up anymore, his hand surged up to latch onto my free arm trying to steady himself. His body was trembling, but he was a true trooper teetering on the realm of consciousness and subconscious. I spoke to ease my mind and tension, “idiot, we could’ve just left. Why did you have to fight him?”

Namjoon’s eye were already a twinge of red, but this time the red filled his eyes in an unwanted anger. “What are you talking about? Of course, I had to. A rogue, much less a rogue in heat near my unclaimed mate and he was on our territory. I had to. What if he tried to—.” A growl rumbled through his lips just the thought of another male trying to lay claim on his mate made him want to go back out there and remind the rogue again who was the Alpha.

I noticed the conversation was taking a turn in his suturing for the worse, so I raised a hand to his cheek gently rubbing to calm him down. “Unclaimed? Are you and I already mates and that’s enough? Isn’t that how this all goes down?”

The red in his eyes flickered back to their murky burgundy at my touch. “No, it’s not official not in the eyes of our wolfs. Yes, we are mates, but your still unclaimed without my mark.”

I blushed at the implications instead focusing all my attention back on the needle work. He didn’t take offense to the silence instead resting his head back down again. I knew he would heal within the next few days, but the wound still required attention. Werewolf’s weren’t susceptible to infections. I knotted the best I could with five tight bonds and ever so gently cut the thread sealing off the stiches. I ran a hand through his head to coax him to raise his head. “I’m going to get the bandages and wrap you up, then were done okay?” He lifted himself up into a sitting position with my help wincing when he put pressure on his left side.

With practice thanks to Mama Luna I began wrapping around his chest. “Aure, can I ask you something?” I nodded as I wrapped another bandage loop around him. “Back in the forest, your eyes…they changed. They always seem to go somewhere else. It happened the last time I mention the Hunters. Is there something—is there something I don’t know?”

The air didn’t thicken, nor did my throat constrict, but the gold in my eyes intensified and he picked up on it. After wrapping the last loop, I tied it securely not looking up to him yet. I patted it gently satisfied with my work. When I couldn’t stare at his chest any longer I slowly looked up at him, my eyes latched onto his unwavering. “I’m not who you think I am.”

His face searched hers as her eyes mixed something more golden upon her words. His senses were scenting anxiety and fear in her words. However, her heartbeat was stable.

This wasn’t the way I wanted to tell him, or even allude to this. Time was never on my side anyways.

A presence…multiple I didn’t even sense stood within the doorway. Alpha Kim was leaning on the doorway with an eyebrow raised. “Who are you then Aure?”

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[kaypeace21]

Im sorry but you thinking mileven is a bad ship doesn’t mean elmax can’t also be a bad ship. Also the way you’re describing it all makes mike and el seem like the worst characters ever.. Like come on... Mike only dating el to hide that he actually likes will, wouldn’t that be such an ass thing to do. Same with El. Like i ship byler but i don’t like the idea of Mike and El only dating each other because of that. Also Will calling El stupid is also just ugh. And i don’t think anyone found it cute how El let mike fall when talking to mike. But tell me why would she get jealous if she doesn’t actually like mike?

1) I never said that elmax was perfect. I don’t even ship elmax .I prefer El being single. But all the critiques you made about Elmax were about mileven and wrong- Max didn’t make El spy on Mike it was her own decision! just like how El spied on Mike in s2. And Max and El only being friends after the mileven breakup was cause like lucas, Dustin, Will, and Hopper mentioned- they neglected all their other relationships to be with eachother. Prior post here- i mentioned verbal examples.

2) Will wasn’t literally calling El stupid- it was projection! Why after the mike/Will fight he calls himself “so stupid” 4x. Robin even says she thought Steve’s hair was ‘’stupid’ cause she was just bitter and jealous Tammy was into Steve instead of her.

3) that’s your interpretation. Weird you brought up mike projecting- when I never mentioned it in the prior post. I wouldn’t find them unlikeable- they’re kids who make mistakes. And mileven brought out the worst in Mike & El. And do you people just not know how stigmatized being gay was in the 80s?! Of course Mike would be terrified ,confused , and hoping to fix himself and fall for El. Lol- being possessive and violently jealous does not equal love . Please, don’t date for your own sake- if you think it does. (Look at the comments on YouTube of that clip- the milevens loved it. )

El is a child who in s3 asked “how do I know what I like?” (while dating Mike). She asked Mike “Will you be like my brother? “ before he kissed her. And they paralleled mileven to Hopper/El (siblings and cousins) in s2-3. Then for a year she watched toxic romances from soap operas. And mimicked Erica Kane who rushed into a relationship with writer Mike Roy. Who guess what- weren’t endgame- and after they broke up ended with lots of stalking . Similar to mileven. So yeah Mike probably doesn’t love El- he’s projecting Will on to her. And El probably doesn’t love Mike but is confused and is projecting Mike Roy and  the desire for normalcy onto Mike.  They weren’t even upset when they broke up-c’mon.

ALSO HISTORY LESSON

The vast majority of 80s society hated gay people. In 1983 (st s1) , Pat bunchunan, communications director for President Ronald Reagan, calls AIDS, “nature’s revenge on gay men.” In 1984, (st s2) addressing the annual Conservative Political Action Conference, Paul Cameron uses the AIDS crisis to suggest that “the extermination of homosexuals might become necessary.” In 1986 Anti-gay groups cheer the U.S. Supreme Court’s 5-4 decision in Bowers v. Hardwick holding that state anti-sodomy statutes are constitutional (essentially making being gay illegal in those states) . In 1986, At the first Congressional hearings on anti-gay violence, Kathleen Sarris of Indianapolis (same city lonnie lives in/same state Mike lives in) tells of being stalked and assaulted by a "Christian soldier” who held her at gunpoint, beat and r**ed her for three hours, explaining that “he was acting for God; that what he was doing to me was God’s revenge on me because I was a ‘queer’ and getting rid of me would save children”. In 1989, U.S. Rep. William Dannemeyer (R-Calif: same state Max is from) publishes a landmark anti-gay tome, Shadow in the Land: Homosexuality in America. Calling lesbians and gay men "the ultimate enemy.”Many People equated being gay to mental illness, murderers, disease, religious sacrilege, r*pists/p*dos or even being unpatriotic. Homophobic slurs were commonplace everyday jargon. I could go on and on. It’s not 2020 (which isn’t perfect either). It’s the 80s! And the 80s were very very very homophobic! And we saw hints of that in s1.

So yeah- maybe leave Mike alone for trying to be straight. When his parents are literally Republican Reagan supporters. You people have the internet-but don’t even know basic history- it’s sad.

Also you don’t ship byler - you’re a mileven c’mon. Only milevens sh*t on Max for ruining mileven.  And attack Will over the ‘stupid’ comment😂