#i wanna live in a cottage near a lake

[um-lavenders-ig]

yall ever sit with your laptop open wondering what the hell you want to do with your life because same

[leaawrites]

Little Life

Pairing: Enzo Berkshire x fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n and Enzo are talking about their future

Warnings: a lot of dialogue, possible grammar mistakes, fluff, fem reader, cuddling, mention of Y/n, no specific hogwarts house, already established relationship

Wordcount: 0,5 k

Masterlist

Y/n never needed a lot to be happy. She had everything she wanted. A loving family, nice friends, a lovely boyfriend. She had nature and books and poetry. She learned something new every day and she was grateful for the lake on the school grounds that was so lovely to look at. She never wanted more. If she asked for more, what would she might get? She didn’t want to know. She didn’t need to know what could be. She was happy with what she had. But sometimes she wanted just a bit more in the future.

Enzo was never sure if she was just lying or being truly genuine when she told him about her dreams at night. The two would be cuddled up together and whenever one couldn’t sleep, the other would talk. Which was mostly Y/n. She liked talking to someone who was willing to listen, she didn’t know a lot of those people. People she would open up to like this.

“I want to live in a little cottage somewhere quiet. Near the forest, but not in the forest because that scares me. I want to live near a lake, where I can sit down at and read for ours. I want my own library. I want a nice bed, big enough for the two of us. I want books over books and records over records. I want to be save and I want to be loved. And I want to love,” If she would let herself she would tel him even more.

“What else?” Enzo asked her. Fascinated by how she could tell him so easily, that she wanted to have future with him. She wanted a future after Hogwarts.

He didn’t care how much she would tell him, he wanted to hear everything. Every word, every syllable. If he had to, he would also gladly listen to just the silence surrounding her.

“I want a white house, or a stone one. But not one like in London. Not one that you would find somewhere in some crowded street. And I want a hundred summer dresses. I want skirts and blouses and I want to have flowers everywhere. In the cold seasons, I want a fireplace. Something to keep us warm. I wanna write books and get money through that. I want to listen to music the whole day.” She stopped talking and looked up at him. He was already watching her, admiration decorating his eyes. “But you know what I want the most?” She asked him softly.

“What is it?” He asked back, having no idea what would come.

“You,” She answered simply. “I could have the most terrible life, but if it’s with you, it’d be worth it.”

“Are you serious?” The boy asked back. He’d never heard anyone say that in real life. It was always in books or movies where they would let their words be this honest. Y/n loved muggle rom-coms so he’s seen quite a few over the time and knew that she could be right out of one. He always knew that. She was just too perfect to him to even be real.

She only nodded her head. There were no words needed to confirm that she hadn’t lied once that day. She’d never lie to him.

“I adore you, I hope you know that,” Enzo said, making Y/n blush.

The girl buried her head in his chest, giggling in embarrassment.

“What? You can say something romantic, but I can?”

“No!” She said, still laughing. “You just take compliments better than me.”

[coffeeaddictednymph]

I found stars in Hell

Regulus Black x Lupin!Reader

Hi! I post this little prolouge hope you guys gonna like it... This is the first time I'm posting my writing please if you find some mistakes just let me know, english is not my first language.

Warning: a bit angst, but I think that's all.

The war come fast most of us just started to live our life. Everybody afraid listening to the radio, searching the Daily Prophet, waiting for some letters anything about our friends, loved ones.

The Order works hard, seeking for information doing missions. Me and my brother also helped the the Order. Here we are waiting for a meeting just a few of us here yet, Remus really tense looking out for danger Sirius impatient too where the hell is the others. I heard a noise and wander away to find the source of the sounds, like footsteps.

Then it was dark like the weather warning us for danger. Death eaters come a lot of them I start to run back to the others. My mind is racing I should be back with my brother, and yet somehow they found out our New meeting spot. Everything is full of death eaters. I think about apperating away but I can't leave without Remus.

Spells and curses painting the surroundings I start to run it's too many around me to fight against them alone. I hear someone shout in the distance

-I go after her, go back to the others.-

Worry feel my whole body, I need to get back hoping the others got away safely. I don't want to die like this alone they won't hesitate I know. I hide behind an old oak tree the steps that's following me fading away, maybe he gave up... Try to control my breath with happy memories.

*Sitting under that tree near the Black Lake reading a book when someone comes near me making a shadow next to mine, I look up to find a Hufflepuff boy from my year.

-Hey. Sorry to bother you, our study session today... Erm can I call it off? - he asked he seems a bit nervous.

-Hi. If you want to sure, but why you wanna cancel? I though you need to pass from Herbology? - I asked him a but confused.

-Yeah I know, but finally that girl I like agreed to go on a date with me. Can we study tomorrow? I really need your tutoring. - he almost begged me.

-Okay tomorrow can work just please don't call it off again. Good luck with your date.- I smiled at him he looked so relieved. He hugged me out of nowhere amongst a lot of Thank yous. After he felt I felt someone behind me so I looked behind to find Regulus stand a few feet away.

-What was that?- he asked his face were stoic like always but his eyes showed a different emotion.

-Nothing, we're just rescheduled something. Why are you asking? -

-I just.. Nevermind he seemed so happy and you're mean so it was strange. -

-I'm not mean Black, you are!- he scoffed and sit next to me, I mimiced his scoff when I realized.

-Wait a bloody minute... Are you jealous Black? - that wicked smile must've beeb really knowing because he blushed slightly.

-Don't be ridiculous, why would I be jealous? - he asked defensivly. We're dating but keep it privet for our sake.

-Oh darling, you're the only storm cloud to me, I'm just tutoring him- I laughed so hard Regulus Black rarely show any emotion. He tried to be emotionless and just put his arm around me to make me stop. *

I missed Regulus, he vanished from my life not long before the war without a word. I peeked from my hiding spot, but yelped when I've been grabbed from behind.

-Don't you dare scream or you get both of us killed. - my attacker whispered in my ear.

-This voice familiar... Could it be him?

- Apparate us somewhere safe you don't want your brother dead right? - he threatens me, but doesn't sound convincing. I apparated to an orchard with a little cottage.

When we arrived I broke free from his grip I held my wand at him.

-I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people, right? Even if they mean everything to you... It is really you? - I couldn't hold my tears anymore as I watch him take of that dreadful mask. Regulus....

[bubbly-boi]

Y’know what, fuck it. Here’s the concept for my toxic!mean gills / fluffy!flower husbands fic. It’s set in an au with limlife parallels, tw for kidnapping and stuff. Also Martyn is pretty out of character so I apologise

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There once was a small village known as Lightmead. A small, lower class place where the only thing it had in its favour was the warm welcoming community.

There were the self proclaimed “nosey neighbours”, who would share the village gossip. A small, odd family with a… questionable dynamic, who lived in the village clocktower. Next to the village hall was a small bar ran by four queer men who, despite many a rumour, insist are just friends. And a little bakery in the marketplace, owned by three childhood friends with rough backgrounds. Surrounding the village was small forest and a vast river, known to villagers as “the great depths”. It was an unspoken rule of Lightmead to never go near the great depths, as it was rumoured to be the home of many users of dark magic, and other dangers.

One day, someone new moved into the village; a young, handsome florist who went by the name of Scott. He’d been kicked out of his family home in the kingdom of Rivendale, which was beyond the great depths, after coming out to his family.

One of the baker boys, named Jimmy, found the florist, malnourished and afraid. He empathised with Scott’s story, and convinced his friends to let him stay in their cottage by the bakery until he was safe.

A few weeks passed, the baker boy and the florist had fallen in love. Jimmy had helped him build a small cottage next to his own, and Scott had settled in nicely, even opening his own small flower stall in the village market.

Months passed, and the villagers had accepted Scott as one of their own. He felt welcomed, he felt safe. And his relationship with the baker boy was at its best, they were happy, they loved each other dearly.

But, alas, nobody had warned the florist of the dangers within the great depths. So he had no way of knowing what would happen to him when he ventured out in hopes of discovering some new exotic flowers for his stall.

Unbeknownst to Scott, a deranged siren from the lake in the depths had been keeping tabs on the florist ever since they saw him set foot in the depths when trying to seek refuge all those months ago. They’d had their eyes on Scott since that day, they knew they just had to have him. And so when they saw the oblivious florist finally return to the forest by their lake, they just knew they had to strike then and there.

With the help of their sweet siren song, and some smooth talking, the florist was out cold. And the siren was able to take him below the lake, into their ocean cave. Never to be seen from again.

“There, see? Much better. Now I get you all to myself, you’ll be safe and sound and you’ll never wanna leave, we’re gonna have so much fun together!~”

The baker boy never found out what happened to his boyfriend that day, the day of the vanishing. After months of hearing nothing, the other bakers eventually came to the conclusion that Scott just had second thoughts and went home, and was probably just using their friend.

But Jimmy knew. Jimmy knew the florist, who was so gentle and so kind, wouldn’t just leave him, right?

Right..?

[askthesawyers]

I just wanna live in a small cottage near a lake, away from all society. Grow my own food and be happy with my partner IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?

naah bro me fr

[daenerys-targaryen]

I wanna live in a cottage near a lake surrounded by flowers and trees. No capitalism, no awful society. Just peace, quiet and butterflies.

Please God take me with you

[alycosworld]

hello lovely! “🧸/💮” anon here:D omgomg i was daydreaming as usual and i like wandered really deep into my day dream it was absolutely magical now i will be jotting this down in detail in a post later on my account BUT i need u to use yr amazing and magical writing skills to bring my day dream to life!!!!o(≧v≦)o okok! so I’ll be separating the request into sections below!

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OKOK SO- basically just a really cottage core aesthetic life by idk a really magical forest??ig??? BUT ITS REALLY PRETTY OK LIKE EXPECT TONS OF CRYSTAL FLIES AND BUTTERFLIES LOST OF PLANTS AND WILDLIFE AHHHH— OK AND like making this a albedo x NB/GN!reader bc like he gives me very aesthetic vibes idk how to explain it- u can elaborate as much as u want abt it just PLEASE make it super like idk VERY LIKE ROMANTIC??? REALLY PRETTY I WANT TO LIVE THAT PERFECT LIKE FAIRY LIFE WHERE I DONT HAVE DEPRESSION- just make it super detailed (but if u dont want to its fine!) make it just really fluffy😩😩 yes lots of fluff please-

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PLEASE PRIORITISE YR MENTAL HEALTH OVER THIS AND GET LOTS OF REST AND DRINK LOTS OF WATER AND EAT ILYSM MWAH MWAH ONLY DO THIS IF U WANT AND FEEL FREE TO PUSH THIS TO THE BOTTOM OF YR TODO LIST<3

A Question from Klee!

Albedo X Reader

A/N: AAA SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG - NOT THE BEST AT PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION SO FEEDBACK FROM ANYONE IS APPRECIATED UHH HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!! <33

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"Why do you love Albedo, (Y/N)?" Klee asked absentmindedly, but the question tore you from your mundane thoughts.

You and your beloved Albedo had moved away from the cosy but crowded town of Mondstadt city to a quieter part of the land. There was nothing wrong with the little place you both grew up in, but after things began to get more serious between you two and Alice moved back to look after her daughter more often, Albedo proposed to share a residence. Some workers were hired and instructed to build the cute cottage you had always dreamed of, and your boyfriend was more than happy to indulge in your fantasy. Since then, you two had mostly been away living a quiet life, only coming back when Albedo had work or when Alice had to leave and Klee was placed under your care.

On this particular occasion, Albedo had gone to retrieve some old projects and work from Dragonspine, and, being the considerate boyfriend and older brother he was, decided to go alone as to not inconvenience either of you. Now you and Klee were just walking or "exploring" the area near Whispering Woods and Starfell Lake.

She continued to march ahead of you, only stopping when she realised you weren't following.

"Huh? Is something wrong?" Klee asked, and you shook your head to put the girl at ease, a smile appearing on your face.

"No, nothing. Your question was just a bit unexpected." You said.

"Oh! That's okay, you don't have to answer unless you want to." Klee said.

"Well, why wouldn't I love Albedo?" You asked.

"I don't know. But I wanna know the reason! Is it because he's smart or nice or something else?" Klee asked.

"I think...well, there's definitely a lot of reasons, but if I had to sum it up..."

"...Albedo makes me feel loved."

"What do you mean?" Klee asked.

"Here, let me give you an example of this one time..."

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Sunlight streamed in though the crack in between the curtains, perfectly hitting your cheek and allowing you to feel the warmth of the day but not reaching your eye to disturb you.

"Albedo...?" You questioned, not feeling anything next to you under the covers. You peeled one eye open to see a slightly indented pillow instead of crystal blue eyes and messy tufts of golden hair.

"In the kitchen, Bunny." He hummed from another part of the house, prompting you to carefully push away the covers and slip out of the tempting grasp of your bed. You didn't bother trying to look presentable, you were in your own home, after all. Instead, you shrugged on one of Albedo's white button up shirts and loosely did up a few of the buttons. You ran a hand through your hair and took a look in the standing mirror with one plant at it's left side and another dangling from the ceiling on it's right. You opened the windows to be met by the colourful sweet peas and ivory gardenias on the outdoor sill, a few stray vines crawling up the side of the house and just barely onto the glass.

Making your way out of the bedroom door, you were gently hit by a wave of different smells, all of them blending together. Food and flowers, yesterday's quiet rain and other things that you weren't entirely sure of, but smelled pleasant nonetheless.

You gently wrapped your arms around his torso, messy blond hair tickling your face as you rested you head on the back of Albedo's neck.

"Good morning, Love. Are you hungry?"

"Mhm." You smiled lazily, breathing in his scent.

"Go take a seat at the table, I'll have breakfast ready on a moment."

The day carried on and all the events that took place came straight out of idyllic artwork and fairytales. You and Albedo went flower picking, befriended a little brown rabbit, had a all through a calm forest and held a picnic in said forest for lunch. It was picturesque at the very least.

Everyday with Albedo went similarly. Well, maybe not with the fancy picnics and cuddly animals, but he made you feel like you were his everything. And you were, he wouldn't settle for making you feel like anything but a queen. And you did the exact same to him, making him feel more and more human everyday. Instead of being two halves to a whole, you were just two coexisting beings, helping each other grow and enjoying everything along the way.

And as you both returned home that day, you took a short bath before making it to your bed and sinking into the soft mattress and pillows, a few locks of Albedo's soft blonde hair tickling your face as he inched closer and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

"Had a good day, Love?" He asked, and you could only nod.

"Thank you so much, Albedo." You smiled softly, and he only chuckled in response.

"No need to thank me, Bunny. You're more than deserving of all this happiness." He smiled, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek.

"Ah...I feel like getting a canvas out so I can capture your beauty, Love. I don't want to forget it." He said, and you rolled your eyes playfully. You knew he had made many paintings and drawings of you for that same reason, but the thought that he wanted another warmed your heart.

"No, don't go. There's no need to capture it, I'm or going anywhere." You assured him, before tucking your head into the crook of his neck and snaking your arms around him and gently grasling his form.

"Alright, I won't." He chuckled.

"Good, now go to sleep." You mumbled, allowing your eyes to flutter shut. He followed soon after, and you both enjoyed the silence, save for the soft sounds of breathing and heartbeats.

"Albedo?" You asked, knowing that he was still awake a few minutes into the silence.

"(Y/N)?" He replied.

"I love you." You smiled, almost giggling at how giddy you were when he replied.

"I love you too. Goodnight, Love."

"Goodnight, Albedo."

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"I'm not entirely sure if that makes sense, Klee, but he makes me feel the happiest I've ever been, pretty much. I feel loved. He's just...your brother is the most incredible guy I've ever met. I love him." You smiled.

"Oh? May I ask who you're talking about, (Y/N)?" Albedo asked, popping up behind you and Klee from nowhere and pretending to have only heard the very end of the conversation.

"They were talking about y--!"

"Kaeya. The Cavalry Captain is just the perfect guy, wouldn't you agree?" You teased, making Albedo roll his eyes.

"Well then, maybe I should return to my research and call your dear Kaeya over, hm?" He replied with a grin, making you laugh.

"No, no, you know I'm talking about you." You smiled, giving Albedo a sweet kiss.

"You had me worried for a moment." Albedo responds jokingly, making you laugh.

"I would never, you know that." You playfully hit his shoulder.

"Of course, Bunny, of course." He smiled, before remembering Klee and picking her up, carrying her on his shoulders as he childish giggles filled the air.

"How about some fish blasting now that I'm free? Klee, what do you think?" Albedo asked.

"Yeah! (Y/N), you come too!" Klee beamed.

"Of course!"

"Let's just try to avoid getting caught by Jean, okay? We don't want a repeat of last time."

"Ugh, don't remind me."

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

weather, loveseat, succulent?

Weather - What do you love most?

Gosh, there's sososo many things for me to choose. But for me I would have to choose art and anything to do with psyhological/spiritual stuff, there's just so much to learn and do with it that it's always fun to think and talk about

Loveseat- Describe your ideal house

I talked about it a little bit here

But to explain it again, I would love to live in a 2-3 story cottage-like house in the middle of a woodland area with a lake/river and a small town nearby to get food and other such things at. I would want to have a lot of rooms so I could have all the means to be able to harbor all the hobbies I wanna take up (like fursuit making, figure/sculpture/toy/doll making, cosplaying, artistic stuff, etc etc). I would also want to have a great yard all around it for plants, fruits, veggies, and herbs. And room to house a lot of people as well (my own family and guests alike)

So basically a Pacific Northwest River/Lake Cottage Wet Dream!

Succulent - What are you looking forward to?

In a couple a months from right now me, my brother and my dad (and maybe my mom, not sure) are going to a Tenacious D concert that's taking place in Bend or Grant's Pass (I forgot but I know it's somewhere near where I live) and we're finally gonna see Jack and Kyle play their sweet ass music live so I'm very excited for that woo!

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Thank you soso much much sending this, getting these while on vacation is really fun ngl!

Have a great day my friend!!

[lipstickbisous]

i just wanna rent a little cottage in the french countryside 🪴 for a weekend and live near a lake ⛲ and have a little garden and flowers 🌷 and i'll ride a horse through the woods and i'll take care of my little hens 🐓 before collecting eggs and making pastries 🥐 and desserts 🍰 and i'll eat dinner on the patio before treating myself to a nice movie inside or listening to the radio and then i'll sleep 💫 in my princess nightgown.

[anotherobsessedsomething]

6, 11 and 25 ☺️

6. Describe your dream home.

So my absolute dream would be living in the countryside with basically no one around me (I just want to have my peace :D) but also having all benefits that living in the city has like short ways to work, public transport, a lot of shops etc. since that is impossible for obvious reasons I still need to decide if I prefer the countryside or the city. :D So if I'd live in a city I'd like to have a loft or something with lot's of light and space and a nice terrace (maybe with a jacuzzi) but it has to be something special I like buildings with character. If I'd live at the countryside it would probably be like a nice cozy cottage near the forest or at a lake, maybe even a little farm with space for a few horses and lots of cats :D Maybe having a little pool would also be nice and a wild garden were I can grow my own vegetables. Anyway there needs to be lot's of space for all my stuff and hobbies, like I need my makeup area, I need space for filming videos and doing photoshoots (maybe having a little home studio), I need space to dance and work out and of course a desk to write and a place were I can do crafts and paint and a big kitchen and a nice cozy living room... well you see I am not joking when I say I need lots of space. Oh and I also wanna have a sauna because my parents have one in their basement and there is literally nothing better to relax in winter. Well that really made me want to build my dream house on Sims again :D

11. If you could teleport anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?

Somewhere at the ocean where I can just relax.

25. Describe your perfect Friday night.

Well that's probably boring but most of the time my perfect friday night is just staying at home doing some selfcare, having a bath, getting something nice to eat, reading a good book or watching a movie/series maybe have a friend over if I am in the mood just chilling and relaxing. If I feel like going out (what doesn't happen that often due to my social anxiety :D) it would definitely be going to a 70s party or even like a 20s style ball (yes I am sad that you don't go out ballroom dancing anymore these days :D), getting all dressed up and dancing all night (sadly no one ever wants to go to any 20s, 70s, 80s or any parties like that with me apart from my parents :D)

Thank you so much for asking <3

Ask me nosy questions

[glizzygang69]

Just a little snippet story of Marsh and Kelly if they were alive after ww1

The winters in Germany were always ruthless. Bitter winds gusting down the empty streets.

A lean young man walked down the road, the broken lamp lights barely illuminating the icy concrete at night.

He wore a thick trench coat and heavy leather work boots, a stuffed duffle bag knocking his side as he walked. Tilting his shapless cap down, sheilding his face from the blasts of freezing air, short brown hair hidden beneith it.

He was disapionted he had to flee this country, the place he grew up, he was still attached.

But ever since he had to serve in world war one, when it was nearing it's last year, they lost. Then he had to watch the aftermath of the destruction of war and depression ruin his once beutiful home, it was sad.

But with Hitler all in the news, his horrifying speeches being chanted everywhere.

His sadistic flare igniting the people in a way he has never seen before.

He loves Germany, but the government with each passing day becomes more corrupt, and with the promise of another world war, the man didn't want to die early and experience the trauma of battle again. The pop of gunshots still terrify him to this day.

He walked towards the small cottage like ticket shack, smoke flogging out of the brick chimmney, orange light spilling from the windows.

Trudging up the mini steps, he twists the door knob and swings the door open, ringing the tiny bell at the top corner. The fire place in the back past the red couches heated the room, making his frigid nose run from the temperature change.

He wasted no time going up to the booking clerk, a round older man in some overralls, shifting through some papers at his desk which was more of a booth.

"Ticket to Cuxhaven please."

The young soldier asked in a monotone voice.

"Sure thing lad."

They exchanged the money for a stamped train ticket, the soldier checked his watch and back to the ticket, should be around an hour before the train comes.

Strolling back outside to the wooden bench bolted to the front of the place, located on the top of the padio.

He drops his weight down to the seat, sighing out, his legs tired from walking around all day. Thoughtfully, he fishes a hand into his bag, searching for some of the neatly packaged rations he stored in it.

Ripping open the paper wrapping, he took a big bit of the slightly stale bread. After taking the train to Cuxhaven, he'll have towalk to the boat port and hand one of the crew members some cash for passage on the cruise ship.

He should be able to get to the boat by tonight, it doesn't set off untill dawn, next morning.

He had been staring at the ground for the most part, but a low grumbling sound made his head snap up.

To his right, hiding behind the corner of the building, seemed to be a kid, probably younger than seven.

His wild semi-long brown hair matted, framing the half of his face that was showing, the soldier was drawn to the younger's eye. Like a frozen over lake in early winter.

The man smiled, the kid reminded him of his late brother Nathan, and the times they used to fish before he died from pneumonia. He whiped out another ration and held it out toward the boy.

The man bent his head to meet the kid's eye, softening his expression.

"Want it?"

The kid sheepishly stepped from his hidding place and timildy approached the man, taking his offering and running back away to his safe place.

A worried look over took the soldier's face, the kid body was dressed in the thinnest clothes that didn't even protect him against the cold, let alone fit him.

The boy's skin was almost grey, his neck, fore arms and calves fully exposed, his shoes all worn out and holey.

The soldier stands up and carefully strode up to the corner of the building where the kid was, who looks up in absolute terror, clutching his bread chunk close to his chest, like it was going to be taken. He was bone skinny, little to no meat on him, his little limbs like white sticks.

The man bends down and puts out his hand invitingly to the boy.

"Are you cold?"

The boy's eyes shift back and forth between the man's face and hand, searching for any malicous intent, but was only met with kind eyes. 

He hesitanly excepts the hand, his small one's engulfed by a large heated palm.

The soldier guided the boy back to the bench and had him sit down. Zipping open his bag, yanking out a bulky blanket, draping the wool fabric over the boy, encircling his entire body.

The look on the little boy's face was a mix of shock and graditude, the soldier's heart just melted, it was as if his sibling was really here with him.

He sat next to the boy, both of them chewing in unison.

" Do you have parents?"

He kid stops eating, shaking his head as he frowned at the ground with cloudy eyes.

The soldier's heart squeezed, the kid isn't that old, his parents probably abandoned him not to long ago.

Since Hitler been running his presidency campaign, he sky rocketed rascism and hate crimes against jewish people, it was horrible.

He can only imagine what happened to the boy's parents that lead him to this awful situation.

Luckily he himself wasn't a jew, so life didn't really change for the most part, but for this kid, he knows time will only make it worse for him living here.

The soldier patted the boy's back comfortingly, who leaned into the warm touch.

"Do you have a name?"

The man brought the question up to steer the younger away from the conceivably bad memories.

The boy lifted his head, swallowing down his bite of grub.

"K-kelly..."

The little brunette mumbled out his words.

The soldier was smitten over the kid, so many fond memories flooding his head.

"You can call me Marshall."

Kelly gave him a small smile. Marshall toyed with the idea of asking the kid to join him on his voyage to america.

Imagining leaving the kid here made him feel sick to the stomach, Kelly would probably die from starvation or worse be killed.

Marshall had saved up a large sum of money for his excursion, he knows extra tickets don't cost much, so another person wouldn't be a big hassle finacially.

From the rumors he heard about America having a booming economy at the moment. Plentiful jobs, good pay, and week ends off. It wouldn't be that hard to support both himself and the kid.

He jostled Kelly's shoulder's, grinning happily.

"Wanna come with me?"

The boy lit up, his ocean-like irises almost shining.

"Really!? Can I!?"

Marshall chuckled, the smaller male kicking his feet back and forth in excitement from with in the blanket.

"Yes, yes you can, but first I need to go buy you a ticket too."

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After a few minutes he returned out of the door, slipping another ticket into his pocket.

Kelly bolted out of his seat and sprinted to Marshall, hugging his leg tight, making him stumble back.

"Wow! Calm down!"

Kelly pressed his cheek to the leg's jeans, looking up at the man with a dopey smile.

"Thank you!"

Fuck he's so adorable, his short stature swaddled in the warm material.

In the distance Marshall heard a high pitched whistle, feeling the rumble from the tracks through his boots. He glanced at his wrist, it was only seconds away from the train stopping for pick up.

He puts his hand low, opening it up for the kid's.  The train's peircing light cut into the dark, the hiss of the breaks screeching out until it haulted.

"Ready?"

Kell's tiny hands clasped onto three of Marshall's fingers.

"Yes!"

[animezing-fandoms]

A Place to Call Home (Gruvia Week Day 1: Home)

Masterlist

Warnings: None.

Relationships: Gruvia

Summary: Gray finds a nice secluded place in the woods with a house, and he invites Juvia over to check it out.

A/N: Happy Gruvia week everyone! I hope everyone’s having fun in these trying times! 

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"So this is where Gray-sama lives?" Juvia asks as she stands in front of a house in the woods.

"For the past few months yeah." Gray says as he stands beside her, also looking at the house.

It was a two-story cottage with dark wood paneling on the outside. It was probably built from trees that were cut down in the woods to make it. But it had plenty of windows so lots of light could get inside and it had a nice view of the lake too. In fact, if they walked East along the beach for about half an hour they'd be at the guildhall. But Gray never took that path to get there. He didn't want anyone to find this peaceful little cove he'd settled himself down in. The last thing he'd want is to have Natsu start breaking into his house like he does to Lucy all of the time. Especially now that he wasn't planning on living here alone anymore.

"It's nice. Juvia likes it." Juvia says.

"Wanna see the inside?" Gray offers.

"Yes." Juvia says softly with a slight blush.

They walk up to the porch and Gray takes his jacket off and then his shirt follows. Juvia just smiles and picks up his discarded clothes before they get too much dirt on them.

When they get onto the porch he unlocks the door, opens it, and then steps inside holding the door open for Juvia to follow. As she walks inside he watches her face for her reaction.

"Oh my, Gray it's lovely." Juvia says.

The first floor was open concept and it had a stone fireplace in the center with a big gray rug in front of it. There was a big comfy sofa in front of it and a few bookshelves underneath the windows.

To the right of the living space was a kitchen. Juvia went over to it and opened some of the cabinets.

"There's a surprising amount of food in here considering you don't cook." Juvia says curiously.

"Well I figured I could have you cook stuff for me." Gray says. "You made some really delicious stuff for me back when we were living together while the guild disbanded. I was kinda hoping you could make me something later today."

"Juvia would love to!" Juvia says with a smile.

Gray took her upstairs and Juvia curiously peeks into the empty rooms.

"Gray-sama has two empty rooms." Juvia points out. "What will he do with them?"

"I don't know. I figured I'd just use them for storage for now until I find another use for them." Gray explains. "Come down the hall with me, I'll show you my room."

Juvia squeals and her face turns bright red.

"Gray-sama wants to show Juvia his room! Oh my, what naughty things is he planning on doing to her in there!" Juvia exclaims.

"Nothing!" Gray shouts, with his face bright red now as well. "I just wanna show you the space that's all."

"Oh, okay then let's go." Juvia says and happily skips after him down the hall.

He lets her in his room and she gasps when she sees the view outside the window and runs up to it and bounces on the balls of her feet.

"Look Gray-sama you can see the lake and there are fish jumping out of it!" Juvia exclaims happily and points at the lake.

He smiles at her. To be honest, the view of the outside is nice but it was the view inside that was making him smile right now.

"It's a beautiful view." Juvia says.

"Yeah it is. And that's only because you're standing in it." Gray says.

"Oh Gray-sama you're making Juvia blush!" Juvia exclaims and tries to hide her face in her hands.

"Well I am your boyfriend. That's my job isn't it?" Gray asks as he comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist before kissing her cheek.

"Yes but you aren't usually so affectionate with Juvia like you are right now. She loves the attention but she's curious as to why." Juvia says.

"I'll tell you why. It's because I love you Juvia." Gray says. "I know I told you that awhile ago but I haven't really been able to do much to show you because I don't like getting all romantic with you in front of our guildmates. And it's too easy for someone to catch me sneaking into your room in Fairy Hills so I was thinking that maybe you could come live with me here, in a place no one knows about but us where I can have you all to myself be as romantic with you as I want."

"Oh Gray-sama that would be a dream come true for Juvia! She would love to live with you here!" Juvia says and tears up while looking into his eyes while he cups her cheek and brings his lips down to hers.

The kiss lasts for a long time, and once it ends, they're quick to start another. And another, and another until they're making out and Gray's hands start to wander and Juvia gasps as her back hits the wall as Gray starts to kiss her neck.

"Juvia thought Gray-sama wasn't going to do anything naughty to her in here." Juvia sighs breathily.

"I'm not." Gray says. "At least not in here. I was thinking that I could get a fire going in the fireplace downstairs and then do something naughty to you down there to warm you up even more than I will."

"Oh Gray!" Juvia moans at the thought of that romantic scene. "But there's also a fireplace in here. And for some reason there's smoke coming up from the bottom and up the chimney."

Gray pulls away from her to look.

"That's because it's connected to the one downstairs. But how is there smoke unless there's a- oh crap!" Gray exclaims and storms towards the door. "Stay in here I'll be right back!" He tells Juvia.

Juvia stands by the fireplace and fixes her clothes while her boyfriend runs down the stairs.

"Natsu! Happy! What the hell are you two idiots doing in here!" Gray exclaims.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing! What are you doing here?" Natsu exclaims.

"You tell me first!" Gray shouts.

"You tell me first!" Natsu argues.

"Oh my gosh you two are children!" Happy exclaims. "Natsu's bored out of his mind because Lucy's on a job with Levy and I saw some fish jumping around near here in the lake and took him with me and we found this cabin and the door was open so we decided to come in and explore. That's our reasoning for being here, now what's yours."

"Uhh..." Gray says.

Juvia chuckles from the conversation she's overhearing and wonders what excuse her lover will make up. She knew he wanted to keep this place a secret but Juvia knew that nothing in their guild could remain a secret for long and that someone would stumble across the home Gray had found for them sooner rather than later.

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A/N: If you liked this please leave a comment! 

[rosethesongbird]

Lady of the Lake Chapter I

Geralt felt Jaskier’s breath hot at the back of his neck. The smaller man let out a small noise, like the whine of a hurt dog. His forehead touched Geralt’s hair and he could feel the beads of sweat pouring off his face. 

“Do we need to stop?” Geralt tried to let his voice be tender, less cold than his usual growl. Jaskier only groaned in response. 

“Hm.” 

Roach was running as fast as she could with two riders, but it was jostling both of them pretty intensely—and his bard’s condition needed stillness, calm, care, not a rough horseback ride. However, they had no choice. When his friend was taken ill, they were in the middle of nowhere, barely finishing a kill. He had not noticed the ailment until Jaskier had collapsed while walking next to Roach. He felt some sort of odd sensation in his stomach—must be guilt. He had ignored the bard’s usual complaining. He was like a needy puppy—always asking for attention—so he had assumed it was merely that desire since he was preoccupied with a hunt. 

Of course, the one time he decided to not pay any attention to the complaints was the one time they were serious. He had fallen to the ground, completely unconscious, and burning up in fever. Upon waking he had immediately vomited, and quickly grew less and less coherent. Originally, Geralt had intended to wait the illness out for a day or so, then make the travel to the next town. However, when a day went by and Jaskier was still very sick—worse, even—he had decided they needed to haul ass to whoever might be able to help. He could only hope that the day lost in seeking treatment would not prove fatal. 

Jaskier suddenly sputtered to life—coughing, retching, moaning—and Geralt immediately pulled Roach to a stop and dismounted. He was still burning up, but impossibly pale—lips blue, skin grey, eyes glassy. He coughed and retched for a moment unproductively as Geralt gently rested one hand on his shoulder to keep him from collapsing. Jaskier hadn’t eaten or drank anything in a day, so there was nothing to throw up. He breathed a shuddering, hitching breath. 

“Geralt,” he moaned. 

“I’m right here, what do you need?” he felt like the other man’s blue eyes could burn a hole in his skin. There was an air of vulnerability to this that the nearly untouchable Witcher was very uncomfortable with. 

“Don’t leave m’here.” his words were slurred and far from his usual quick wit.

“I would never, bard. Come on, let’s go. We need to get you some help.” 

Jaskier sobbed. “Hurts…” 

“I know it does. We need to get moving, the sooner we get to this town, the sooner we can rid you of your pain.” 

The bard moaned and went limp in Geralt’s arms. He picked him up and set him back on Roach. Jaskier had always been smaller than him, but now he was impossibly light and frail. His doublet hung lightly out of the pocket on Roach’s back and the linen shirt he wore was filthy, soaked in sweat and vomit. There was nothing else they had for him to wear. 

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They finally reached a small, but bustling town, just as the sun was setting. It appeared that the local food market was closing down. Geralt dismounted Roach and led her, with Jaskier now shivering atop the saddle, into town. 

“Is there a doctor here?” his voice came out threatening, desperate. Different than he had heard it ever before.

A small, older man looked up at the bard, still moaning, then back down to Geralt. “You’ll need magic to fix that one,” he said. “Due east from here there is a lake, can’t miss it. Ring the bell at the dock. There is a woman who lives on the island in the lake. She can fix anyone.”

“How long will it take me to get there?” 

“Only about fifteen minutes, if your horse’s fast. Her name is Epione. She’s the best in the business.” 

Geralt grunted and pulled Jaskier back to a seated position. He managed a “thank you” as he got back on to Roach, and took off. 

Seven minutes of worrying silence went by on Roach’s back, pierced only by Jaskier’s labored breathing. Labored breathing became moaning, and moaning became wailing. Every jostle on Roach’s back was suddenly like agony, and Geralt decided to dismount and carry the bard in his arms, Roach following dutifully. They were swiftly running out of time, and the woods were dark. He wanted to bolt, to run, to sprint, but he could not do much more than a brisk walk without the dark-haired man screaming in pain. 

Jaskier moaned his companion’s name. “Please,” 

“Please, what? What do you need?” 

“Help, G’ralt, please,” he said, wheezing. A wet cough escaped his lips. 

“We’re almost there, I promise,” Geralt tried to comfort his traveling musician. He wasn’t sure his promise was true, but Jaskier was so delirious, he probably wouldn’t remember this if—when—he recovered. He didn’t want to think about what he would do if his friend did not become himself again. “You should try to drink something,” 

“Can’t…I’ll be sick,” he looked up at Geralt with blue eyes, diluted with fever. “Already wanna be sick.” His breathing quickened, wheezing. 

“Hm.” Geralt sped up his pace as much as possible without causing undue pain. Well, more undue pain. 

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They emerged from the forest onto a beach. A rocky beach, with a lake, the lake with an island, the island with a cottage. There was a small dock going out onto the water, and a bell attached to a pole on the dock. There was a sign near the bell, written in English, and in runes. It simply read “Epione’s Home. Ring for crossing.” There was a pole for horses, and a small trough on the beach. Geralt quickly tied up Roach, and walked over to the bell, reluctantly ringing it. Jaskier moaned and buried his head into Geralt’s shirt at the sound. 

A woman suddenly appeared from the forest behind them. “Can I help you?” she said. Geralt spun around, surprised that his heightened senses didn’t notice her earlier. He was a little preoccupied. 

“I’m Epione, the keeper of this place,” she said, cautiously walking closer. She was small, but had strong arms, concealed under a long sleeved shirt and linen overdress. Her long hair was in a braid, coiled at the back of her head into a bun. “I heard screaming, and I thought you may be coming to seek treatment. Please, come, and untie your horse. I have a safe place for her on the island.” She gestured toward the water and a wooden bridge appeared, rising from the still waters of the lake. She was calm, measured. Despite her young appearance, she seemed accustomed to situations such as these. 

“You must be Geralt of Rivia, the witcher,” her footsteps were near silent on the bridge. “I’ve heard the stories about you. What’s going on with your friend here?”

“Are you an elf? A mage? How are you doing this?” Geralt was on high alert. He stepped cautiously on to the wooden bridge, and Roach dutifully followed. She seemed human, but not mage, and definitely not an elf. 

Epione shrugged. “Well, that’s not an answer to my question, but, I guess I’m a mage of sorts. The kind of magic I use is ancient—older than elves. It has been in my family for generations, and I have resolved to use it for good, not for violence.” 

Geralt was silent, staring straight ahead. That seemed like a fair answer. He could not sense dishonesty. 

“So, now that you know my life story, what’s his? His name? What’s going on?” 

“This is Jaskier, my… traveling companion. Two days ago he collapsed after a hunt, and he has been like this since.” 

“Hm. What kind of symptoms?” The light of the moon revealed her ginger hair and freckled skin. 

Jaskier moaned before Geralt could respond. He coughed before muttering “D-don’ leave me, Geralt, pl-please,” 

“I won’t, Jaskier. This girl can help you,” Geralt said, as reassuringly as he could. “Can you tell her what’s been going on?”

Jaskier was silent. 

Epione came nearer to the man. “I’ll get you fixed up soon, I promise,” she said, smiling softly. He met eyes with her, nodded slowly, and with a long, shuddering breath went back to resting his head on Geralt’s chest. 

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As they stepped foot onto the island, the wooden bridge disappeared. The cottage on the island brightened with candlelight. Epione led them inside and gestured to a bed in the front of the room. There was a small cabinet nearby, covered with herbs, poultices, bottles of elixirs and full of who knows what else. A fire in the stone fireplace grew, seemingly from a smolder. Geralt laid Jaskier on the bed, and the dark-haired man grasped weakly at Geralt’s shirt. 

“No, Geralt, no, nonono no no,” he started getting agitated, breathing faster. 

Geralt was about to step in when the small girl crouched by the bed. “Shh, it’s alright, songbird,” she said, gently turning his head to look at her. “You’re safe here.” He immediately began to calm as soon as he met eyes with her. His breathing was labored, and he winced in pain, but he was silent. 

“Do you know where you are?” she was cupping his cheek in one hand, stroking his temple with her thumb. Her other hand was deftly unbuttoning his shirt. 

“Mmh, no… who are you?” He went into a fit of coughing, and her hand started gently rubbing circles into his now bare chest. “My name is Epione, I’m the healer here, and keeper of the pool.” She turned her head, hands still working on Jaskier’s clammy skin. “Geralt, would you mind filling this with some fresh water from the lake? We need to start working on getting that fever down, and quick,” she handed Geralt a small wooden bucket, with some rags inside. Geralt nodded silently and did as he was asked. 

Upon returning inside, Epione smiled at him and whispered her thanks. As she began placing the rags strategically, wiping the days-old sweat off his body, Geralt felt another pang of guilt. Jaskier’s stomach was red, bruised, swollen, angry-looking, and he had no idea. He didn’t even look, and this stranger immediately knew what to do. He was snapped out of his own thoughts by a soft whimper from Jaskier when Epione placed a cloth over his forehead and eyes. 

They were silent for a few seconds while Epione placed a hand gently on his stomach.  “Has he been vomiting?” she said, eyes trained on her patient. 

“Yes,”

“How much?” 

Geralt thought for a moment. “Basically every time he eats or drinks something.”

“Hm. He is pretty dehydrated. Any tenderness in the abdominal area?” 

“I think so. He got to where he couldn’t tolerate riding the horse.” 

Epione sighed. “I’ll be right back, hold on for just a minute,” she said softly to Jaskier. She stood up and gestured for Geralt to come outside. He lingered inside for a moment, eyes trained on the heaving rise and fall of the bard’s chest.

“So, I don’t want to frighten you, not that I think you are frightened by many things, Witcher,” Epione said, softly. “But I think I know what may be wrong with him, and the treatment is, well, complicated.” 

“Hmm,” Geralt growled. Just what he was worried about. 

“I think this is an infection of an internal organ, one we don’t know the purpose of. However, removal of this organ does not appear to be harmful, but it is complicated by what I think is a rupture of that organ.” She sighed. “Basically, what I’m saying is, I’m going to have to cut him open and find out.”

“When?” 

“Sooner rather than later. The longer we wait the more the infection spreads.” 

“Hm. If it must be done then it must be done. He’s in a bad way.” 

Epione nodded. “Thankfully, I can numb the area with magic, and we’ll do our best to keep him calm. I’m sure I’ll need your help, if you don’t mind,” she said, smiling. “He seems pretty attached to you. You must have been friends for a long time.” 

Geralt allowed a hint of a smile to cross his face. 

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“Jaskier, wake up,” Geralt said, quietly. 

“Mmh, no, want to sleep,” moaned Jaskier. 

“I want you to wake up at least for a minute. We need to talk about what we can do to treat you,” 

Jaskier’s eyes fluttered open. Geralt was crouched by the bed. Epione was standing behind him, wearing a stark white apron over her dress, her hands and nails so clean they near sparkled. She pulled up a chair next to Geralt, smiling softly. She brought a small glass to Jaskier’s lips. “You need to drink something, sweetheart,” she said. He took a cautious sip. “It won’t kill you, I promise. It’s just for pain and to calm your nerves.” He took another sip as she began gently stroking his lower belly. Her hands began to glow, as if they were lit from inside. 

“Look at me, bard,” Geralt said, firmly. Jaskier slowly turned toward his friend. “I like you,” he said. Geralt shook his head. “You must have finished your tea,” he said. A stifled laugh bubbled up from Epione. 

“How are you feeling, songbird?” she said, calmly. Geralt noticed a small, sharp knife being cleaned in her hands. 

Jaskier frowned. “My tummy feels funny,” 

Epione looked at Geralt. “I’m going to do something that’s gonna make you feel so much better, sweetheart,” she said, turning back to her patient. “But I need you to keep looking at Geralt, okay? You’re probably going to feel some pulling, and your legs will probably fall asleep, but there shouldn’t be any pain at all, alright?” 

Jaskier nodded, his head lolling. “My head feels…h-hot…and my legs feel cold,” he said, to no one in particular. His breathing was still labored, but he was clearly not concerned about anything that was happening. Epione glanced toward Geralt and met his eyes. Geralt placed his hand on the bard’s cheek, brushing his hair out of his eyes. It was his job to make sure Jaskier didn’t look at what Epione was doing. Both of them agreed that it would be too panic-inducing for him to know what was happening. After the fact is different, but during… him keeping still was the most important thing. 

“Hey, Jaskier,” said Epione, after about 30 seconds of quiet. She had silently made her first cut, deftly, like a dance. “Why don’t you sing a song for us?” Geralt could hear the sounds of her rummaging around in Jaskier’s stomach. Smart, he thought. “I’d love to hear some straight from the source, not from the copycats we have here in town,” she said, her eyes smiling, preoccupied with both hands inside of the incision. 

“See, Geralt, sssssomebody appreciates my t-talents,” he slurred. Geralt only scoffed in response. “Fair lady, of…of…of course I’ll ssssing for y-you.” The irony of Jaskier, flirting with a woman who actively was rummaging around in his guts, was not lost on Geralt. 

He began to sing, breathy and shaky, but his voice all the same. 

The fairer sex, they often call it 

Epione sliced something inside of Jaskier’s body and tossed it, bloody, into a dish on the floor. 

But her love’s as unfair as a crook 

She looked around inside, scraping, slicing, sprinkling with a small vial of water. 

It steals all my reason

Geralt watched Jaskier’s face paling considerably despite the relatively small amount of blood lost. 

Commits every treason

Jaskier grimaced and flinched, breathing quickly and heavily now, but didn’t stop singing. 

Of logic, with naught but a look

Geralt felt him press against his hand, desperately trying to turn and look at the woman working. He shook his head and mouthed “No,” to the smaller man. 

A storm breaking on the horizon

Jaskier started to trail off as Epione began to stitch up the three-inch wound. “Come on, sweetheart, stay with me,” she said. “I’m almost done, finish your song,” 

Of longing and heartache and lust

Geralt gently tapped Jaskier’s cheek as he moaned. “Wake up, Jaskier, keep singing. This may be the only time you hear me say that, so take advantage of it,” 

She’s always bad news 

Stitching, 

It’s always lose, lose

and pulling, 

So tell me love, tell me love

“You’re doing great, songbird, almost done,” said Epione.

How is that just? 

Epione joined in quietly in the chorus, in an effort to keep his focus away from her work. 

But the story is this—

She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss

Her sweet kiss

She wiped off the incision area and applied a bandage. 

But the story is this

She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss

“All done, Jaskier,” she said, after covering his lower body with the blanket. Geralt moved his hand and sighed. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath. She took a clean rag and wiped the sweat from his face. He grimaced and arched his back. “You were so brave, sweetheart.” 

“Did-did you like my song?” he said, breathless, chest thick with sickness, still burning with fever. 

“Yes, darling, it was lovely,” she said, smiling. She tenderly stroked his face. “You’ll be a little sore tomorrow, but you can rest now.” 

He was already asleep. 

Chapter 2 here

[spiritmaiden23]

CHARACTER SHEET FOR ZELDA!! 

This is a headcanon sheet that will go deep into the depths of Sky Zel, namely for fantasy verse because I do have another post to dissect Zel’s character as a whole coming up! Fantasy verse I feel needs more info than what I have for her character sheet this way more people can understand her and hopefully play around in that verse because hunny witch zel is an excellent concept I refuse to go to waste. I’d love to rp with more people in this verse because it’s refreshing as well. Anyhow! Bear was kind enough to provide the sheet and now here I am taking advantage of it! Be warned fellas, it’s gonna be a long. Like very long, this took like an hour or two to complete. With all dat juicy details. Feel free to copy and paste this if you want, it’s good for main characters or OCs. But it is long as hell! Let’s jump into it! 

Character’s Name: Zelda Lockewood  Character’s nicknames: Zel, Zellie, Zeldy, witch of the woods, Hylia’s apprentice Gender: Female  Righty or Lefty: Righty  Age: 19-20  Height: 5′3 around 161 cm  Weight: 104 lbs  Eye Color: Light blue, similar to the skies. They twinkle with mischief intent yet benevolence is within her gaze. Hair color: Golden blonde, often tied with ribbons and in a very low ponytail  Distinguishing marks: She has a scar on her chest below the collarbone and at the end of her ribcage where the scar has a slight turn to it towards the left, right above her heart. After a summoning spell gone wrong, she was stabbed there by the creature, thankfully miss OP Hylia was there to save her from dying.  Describe physical traits in one passage: Whew, ok I sound like a broken record but here we go. She often has red cheeks that tend to grow redder when angry or embarrassed or shy or when she has the dokis. Very long ears that also can grow red towards the tips, as such people have mistaken her for an elf which is why she wears the witch’s hat in the first place. She likes to tie her hair in a low ponytail in order to work without it getting in the way but out of her hair is super long to the waist. She has blunt bangs or hime cut as I like to call it! And is petite but don’t let that fool you, she does have monster strength much like main verse.  FAMILY/ RELIGION  Parents: Hylia is her biological mother within this verse, she’s unaware of the fact and believes her mother to be dead. She lives with her adoptive father, Gaepora.  Siblings: An only child  Significant Other: None thus far! But I’m open to shipping here ;v;  Children: Again, none but it’s something she’d want in the future!  Other relatives: Gaepora keeps his family at an arms length, though jolly and wise he tends to be a bit of an introvert at times as such Zelda doesn’t really get to meet with her family too much or get to know them.  Pets: Her familiar, the Loftwing Indigo! Black cats seem to like her as they surround her though! Friends: Tons! But well in case future RPers are interested I can’t really fill it out.  Enemies: Sorceresses are typical enemies to a witch, she tends to avoid other witches too due to their cold-hearted nature.  Relationships (other): It’s tough to put Wylan in a category so this might be best. Though he is an annoyance and she finds him a bit of a troll slowly she’s starting to get to know him bit by bit.  Ethnicity: A witch! With connection to the gods thanks to her mother being the Goddess of Witches who goes by the name Circe to mortal realm and witches, her true name is Hylia though so don’t be confused by this. She comes from a nation called Lanayru, so prehaps Lanayruen if you wanna call her that! Religion: Most witches tend to follow something akin to Wiccan belief, Zelda follows that! Superstitions: When making a potion, she often likes to pray to the Goddess of Witches and sing a small tune while making sad potions as a means to break the silence. She doesn’t look at mirrors in the dark or but two mirrors opposite of each other as it’s believe it could make a portal of sorts for demons and other evil beings, as such she often covers her mirrors and doesn’t look at them too much aside from when she has to get ready. It’s silly, she knows, but it’s trauma from opening the portal when summoning a being far beyond her skill.  Diction, Accent, ETC.: So, she has a light accent that’s typical for those coming from Lanayru. Certain words, you can hear it spilling out. It’s best to describe it as a sing-songy accent where certain vowel sounds are stretched out. She’s learned to shorten the vowels though, trying to fit in with the nation she lives in now! Which is Hyrule a land far more bigger than her humble homelands with advancements in magic and certain technology. They have a more... I wanna say North american accent that can range from Canadian to the typical eastern accent for USA to southern accent from again, USA.  SCHOOL/ WORK / HOME  Education (Highest): Hmm, college equivalent of fantasy world? She was a fast learner and skipped a few grades which is why she graduated so early (it helps being the daughter of the Goddess of Witches too, demi god to be exact haha) she and had a natural affinity for magic, also she was studious as well and often aced tests.  Degrees: Oh damn... well she doesn’t have the title Hylia’s Golden Apprentice for nothing. So let’s consider that a degree, or maybe a degree in magic pft! Vocation/Occupation: A potions seller! Employment History: Let’s explain how she has experience in this! She worked with a brewing master, who owned a shop that was full of wares and while some cursed and forbidden, as well as the owner being sketchy, she learned about how the potions business works while working for him from 14 to 18. Four short years! Nice! Upon moving to Hyrule, she kept her potions making a bit lowkey. Selling her wares in the small town near the lost woods known as Tarrey Town. Under the guise as a merchant, it was soon discovered that she was a witch and while certain residents tend to avoid her due to low reputation of witches as a whole, many are attracted by her refreshingly friendly nature and excellent quality in potions. Rumors begin to spread out and she does tend to travel to the big city, Castle Town, from time to time to sell her wares. Though she’s still learning the ropes, and though her business isn’t really that big, she’s doing not too bad. Salary: Potions aren’t cheap, she’s her own boss as well. So, let’s put it that way. HWEOH  Status and money: Despite how well her business is doing, she’s not exactly rich but she’s not too worried about her money situation either. Resourceful, she tends to save her money by collecting her own ingredients in the Lost Woods, though if she has to she will go out to get the ones she couldn’t find within the forest and while some are expensive, she tends to barging with cheapening the price somewhat.  Own or Rent: OWN! She made her little hut deep within the woods through magic of course, it’s hard to find unless you know how to navigate within the ever changing nature of the Lost Woods. It’s a bit like OOT in that regard, ALTTP with the mysterious fog you can get lost in, and well... I’m also taking small inspiration from Paper Mario 64 with the spooky forest in one level since the Lost Woods here is a bit... well, spooky!  Living Space: It’s a small, humble sized cottage crafted with grey bricks for the chimney and front entrance sticking out with some tudor elements to the building where the house is half-timbered walls! The outside has a white little gate with a plant arch full of roses, and there is a garden full of flowers and herbs, with ivy crawling up the building towards the back of the house along with a weeping willow within her large yard, a lake is nearby and there is a lovely waterfall but beware of the creatures lurking within! The window in the kitchen is the biggest window in the house, almost like a bay window of sorts but you can’t exactly open that window yet there is a another on the lower floor where you can, while her bedroom has a slightly smaller window where they are opened outwards and always opened in the daytime, there is a large window seat, large enough to sleep on it with comforting pink cushion as well as little pillows she’s knitted herself. There are drawers underneath where she stores extra stuff. Now, as for the inside, aside from the kitchen and her bedroom along with the bathroom, it’s a big mess! The small space is cluttered with tons of books and tomes, some on the millions of shelves (along with tons and tons of potion battles) she has and some on the floor with pages scattered throughout the wood flowering. She has plants like wisteria hanging on the walls and several others like witch’s herb among other examples hanging from the celling. There’s a small sitting area with a wooden desk and stool and that’s where she often works with her research. It’s pretty much well lived in and is the result of working too much to notice the mess. It’s two stories, with a small attic being the second floor. Her bedroom is located on the first floor and despite the window seat, she has a nice slightly small queen sized sleigh bed in the center and up against the wall, it looks super comfy, like you can sink into it and well it’s possible! Along with a vanity mirror with brushes for light makeup she wears for special events, and a small bottle filled with flowers, her knitting area with a small basket full of yarn balls and a wooden wardrobe to keep her clothing in. There is a cute rug on the floor to bring the room together. Along with book shelves. It’s a cute yet ery simple style.  Work Space: As described above, it’s a wooden desk within the main hub area of the house. It’s in the corner of the room, near a window as a means to get sunlight and fresh air! Her cauldron is not too far from the desk and once again, she has tons of flowers. There’s always her research papers and books on it, a quill with a feather, annnnd a small candle stand in case she’s working late in the night! Main Mode of Transportation: Either her “broom” which is an enchanted feather from her Loftwing or her Loftwing himself! She thinks it’s silly to ride on a broom and wanted to be more creative! PSYCHOLOGY  Fears: Well when you face near death and actually saw the reaper’s scythe coming at you hot, you tend to not fear much. She doesn’t really like to summon things though due to that accident, so there’s nervousness whenever she absolutely has to. Mirrors there’s a slight fear due to how they can act as portals into the other realm. And losing loved ones, failing to protect them. Perhaps knowing the truth about her birth is also a fear, as she will deny being a demi god let along to the Goddess of Witches. There’s this feeling she has where she knows she’s not an ordinary witch but out of fear she does not investigate too much with a slight hint of curiosity.  Secrets: Much like main verse she can hear the gods and spirits of the realm, something she denies and keeps to herself. While she can do wandless magic, a feat only known to Hylia, it’s a bit hard and her spells tend to go wild so it’s why she likes to stick to tomes as it better handles her powers. Whenever mana blockage happens, she tends to get embarrassed and will only reveal it if she has to.  IQ: VERY HIGH as expected of someone with a lot of wisdom despite her age. That is all for this one... Eating Habits: NOT VERY GOOD!!! She just throws together anything that’s edible enough and eats it, while it doesn’t taste good she’s always in a rush to get back to work because she’s a bit of a workaholic in this verse! Sometimes, she’ll take elixirs to suppress her hunger if she’s working very hard on something like research or recipe hunting, at times she doesn’t always get the potion right so she tends to try again and again until she does. Neglecting her need to eat. Pretty much, it’s like putting fried rice, egg, and leftovers in a blender and eating that disgusting mess. And though she can cook mainly simple enough dishes, she tends to not do it too much. Someone get this girl some food.  Sleeping Habits: AGAIN NOT VERY GOOD THIS POOR BABY!! When cramming in the night, she gets so focused she tends to stay up until four o’ clock by drinking lots and lots of coffee... and that’s when the sleepiness tends to hit her once that caffeine is all gone, you’ll most likely see her asleep at her desk. Being an early bird though means she won’t get much sleep so ;v; That said when not cramming, she tends to get sleepy once the sun’s down so she does get normal hours of sleep mostly. She loves the morning and always wakes up to the sun greeting her as she tends to leave the curtains open, not at all afraid to do that since like... no one goes deep into Lost Woods aside from Wylan pft.  Book Preferences: She loves reading research and recipe books! It’s always fun for her to learn new things and as such she always has her head buried in a book that discusses tons and tons of research. When not learning and sitting back to relax, she likes tales of adventures and will sometimes read romance novels as well.  Music Preferences: Harp and lyre along with other string instruments! She tends to love folklore as there is a history behind it and she does find that super interesting. Though she can somewhat play the harp/lyre she’s not as talented as say the bard Kina! Groups or Alone: While good enough in a group as she does like teamwork, she’d rather do things on her own. Blame being responsible to a fault for that one alongside slight hero complex for more dangerous things she has to face HJKA! Leader or Follower: Are you kidding? Leader all the freaking way! She has a natural charm about her and is ambitious in a sense, she would make a good leader because she’s wise enough to make good decisions when in a pinch. That said she can be a little bossy when worry wart tendencies pops up and will def assume that you need her help. She’s just trying to be a good friend who believes in you and your potential, don’t mind her. Just... her supportive attitude is pretty strong haha!  Planned Out or Spontaneous: With her carefree nature, you’d think she’d be spontaneous and while she can be at times because adventure is fun, she tends to plan a lot of things out... of course, her plans never work out. But again, she’s resourceful enough to work around the issue she may come across.  Journal Entires (Do they keep one?) YES OF COURSE MY GIRL LOVES TO WRITE!! She actually has a few, four in total. One for researching plants and other things, another to keep track of her inventory, one for folklore and ghosts/monsters findings perhaps, and one for her personal feelings. If you find the last one, she will end your life.  Hobbies, Recreation: Girl loves to knit! It’s very relaxing and she’s really good at it along with sewing her own clothing! She loves flying, and collecting plants in case that wasn’t obvious already. She also loves monster hunting despite how dangerous it can be, but due to how unique the monsters are in Hyrule she just can’t help it! Catch her taking pictures whenever she comes across one while a friend grabs her and runs for dear life. Jam making is a fun things she enjoys and gardening. Overall, really good hobbies she has! How Do They Relax: A nice bath filled with floral oils that’s meant to relax you and certain flowers as well. It’s how she’s got that flowery scent after all. She tends to read in the bath, and well reading in general along with writing is how she unwinds! She loves knitting and gardening and jam making is relaxing from time to time. Drinking tea while sitting underneath the weeping willow. She does love practicing her magic and hexes too!    What Excites Them?: MONSTERS DESPITE HOW DANGEROUS THEY ARE AND SNAPPING PHOTOS TO RECORD THEM, finding new spells, new tomes and other books! Seeing friends will make her super happy, flowers, wild plant life never seen before. Whenever other people from distant cities learn about her potions shop, new cauldrons, successfully making a new potion, exploring new cities and towns, traveling, flying, learning new things because she’s a nerd with a thirst for knowledge... pretty much she’s very excited over tons of things, it doesn’t take much to excite her, actually haha! Pet Peeves: Wylan breaking into her house, she has tons of charms in the place so it’s a bit worrying and annoying to find him in there doing whatever, messing up with a spell or burning potions, hunger pains when she’s deep at work along with her natural sleepiness once it’s dark out, prideful hero types mayhaps where they’re all talk and no action more like (she does value bravery though), bullying since strong sense of justice, and finally gossip and judgement.  Prejudices: She... doesn’t really have one? Aside from not liking bullies and again prideful hero types who are all talk and no action... liars too? And creeps who flirt with her. Flirting is fun but not when it’s unwanted. Yeah... that’s about it I think! Attitudes: Very determined and ready to face the day and is a hard worker! She’s a cheery girl through and through and very kind but don’t let her kindness fool you as she’s not afraid to put her foot down and call you out. She’s charming and a playful girl who has a love for learning. And is very supportive but can be a busybody if she worries for you. And though somewhat scared about the truth of her origins, once the time comes she’s ready to face those fears. She tends to get either angry or embarrassed (it’s ambiguous really) whenever Wylan is around doing... Wylan things actually haha! Stressors: I guess failure or deadlines that she can’t make if the recipe for the potion is too hard. As well as vague customers too because what sorta potion do you want from her she can’t read minds? Tarot cards and palm reading, while she knows how to do these things as it’s natural for all witches, knowing the future is scary and she’d rather live in the now while looking forward to the what the future has in store without knowing of her fate. Also, dark magic. She tends to stay away from it, corruption is a thing that can happen causing her to become a mindless yet very OP being known as sorceress.  Obsessions: WORK. Very much a hard worker to a fault actually due to her high sense of responsibilities playing into that. It’d be cash money if someone could help with relaxing her.  Addictions: Book collecting, along with flower collecting too and finally she has a super bad sweet tooth. That’s about it.  Ambitions: Right now, she wants to become a bigger name in order to help out people as she loves helping others, and well, the extra money doesn’t hurt either. She wishes to become a bit more powerful as she already is, up to the Grand Witch Hylia levels and wishes to increase her mana, not that it’s low but just in case! As Seen by Others: A cutie pie! Who’s kind though sometimes people do avoid her since Witch.  As Seen by Self: She’s cute and she knows it haha! Aside from that she doesn’t see herself as kind but someone who wants to do the right thing, there’s no reason behind this aside from it’s natural for her to be this way. That said she wants to work harder than she already is someone stop her. ASTROLOGY/PHISIOLOGY (hoo boi i know shit about that but let’s go) Birth Date: March 20 Time of Birth: 3:07 AM, right during witching hours with the magic number seven in it, that’s why Hylia went “oh crap she’s gonna be powerful like me and make poor life decisions if she sticks with me time to yeet this baby outta here” Western Astrological Sign: Pisces  Traits Associated with Western Sign: I’m lifting this from a sight but strengths are Compassion, artistic, intuitive, gentle, wise, musical. While weakness is fearful (not really she’s pretty brave but does have some fears) overly trusting, sad, desire to escape reality, can be a victim or a martyr. Some traits don’t really fit her, I guess you can say she’s the odd man out with typical pisces haha!  Chinese Zodiac Sign: That’s a little difficult since it goes by year rather than date but I’ll try! Year of the Monkey! It fits her best I feel! Traits Associated with Chinese Zodiac: according to this site monkeys are fast learners and crafty, they tend to have many interests, they are clever and creative and love to accept challenges. They tend to have magnetic personalities are witty and intelligent but can be naughty aka playful. I feel this fits her better than Pisces... or maybe a mixture of both haha! Handwriting: DOCTOR’S WRITING!! SHE... HAS SLOPPY CURSIVE THAT ONLY SHE CAN READ HWEOH but she can write neat cursive it’s just she’s always in a rush to get her thoughts out there.  Sexual History: Girl was too focused in her studies she did not date anyone. She’s not one for ahem “hooking up either” So... no history there I guess pft.   General Health: Healthy as can be! Medical History: Aside from that one time where she almost died, her medical history is really not that interesting. She does get mana blockage from time to time and they hurt hard and makes it harder to use magic. Her spells going haywire.  Allergies: Hmm... I don’t think she has any. Chronic Illnesses: Nope again! Handicaps: And again no on that either.  OBJECTS Purse / Bag: She has a leather bag around her waist, it’s charmed to be a hammer space of sorts so like... tons of things. Books, tomes, scrolls, diary for ingredients gathering, another journal for folklore and monster tracking, pictograph/camera athame knife just in case because you never know, wallet and plenty of others stuff Wallet: Well, it’s a pouch that’s full of money, a lot just in case. That is also a hammer space of sorts! Fridge: NOT A DAMN THING she’s better at storing bird food for her loftwing and cat food for any stray cats hanging around her area but her fridge is like... leftovers from the little meals she makes from time to time, jam, potions that need to be stored in cold place, veggies, and one battle of water that’s it.  Medicine Cabinet: While she knows some healing spells it doesn’t hurt to have bandages just in case! Along with medical brews that’ll help with things such as colds and other illnesses. Tooth brush and paste of course... and uh the little makeup she has because this girl a goddess and doesn’t wear it too much.  Glove Compartment: CARS DON’T EXIST BUT ACCORDING TO BOTW MOTORCYCLES DO, that said she doesn’t have a motorcycle so like... nothing! Junk Drawer: Utensils, knives for food... for one draw. As for the other real junk drawer full of papers, dried and pressed flowers, journals, and extra quills alongside some cute jewelry! Kitchen Cabinets: Plates, bowls, and glasses of course with spices in another and any food to help with cooking!  Bedroom Hiding Place: Underneath her bed is where the personal journal is... for the most part. Closets: Clothing, it’s a small closet along side other junk like her old wand, and anything relating to her school memories such as supplies.  Backback: Isn’t that the same thing as purse/bag? Either way, read above! Locker: None Desk: WEEPS DO I HAVE TO REPEAT MYSELF ON THIS? Read above with living situation.  Clothes pocket: Mostly letters for her father... a pocket watch, and sometimes she’ll have the athame knife in there too. There’s not much she can store with her dress apron! 

OTHER (bitch we almost done!!)  Halloween Costumes: SHEET GHOST!! She won’t go as a witch since well she is one, sheet ghost is probably meant for laughs really. Also she’d make her own black cat costume due to her affinity with them. A black dress, with cat ears and whiskers drawn on... yeah that seems good! Tricks: Little things like charming you to float! Or having giant rabbits chase after you before they cuddle you! Spiders crawling out from your ears! Bats following you. See? Nothing harmful but something funny to witches yet not so much to mortals or other supernatural beings for that matter.  Talents: Magic, she’s insanely talented but it helps having a Goddess mother who created magic and witches/mages in the first place! She’s good at knitting as we established and sewing, very good at brewing all sorts of potions as they’re always high quality, very good at researching stuff. ETC ETC.  Politics: Hmm well,,, Hyrule is absolute monarchy where the king and royal family lie about being descendants of gods so... yeah! Not much to say there since she’s not one who’s tied to mortal virtues.  Flaws: Worrywart which turns to her assuming things and taking the wheel so to speak she’s trying her best to support friends but well being nosy and like this isn’t always the best, sometimes while good with words and advice to comfort someone she doesn’t always say the right thing to comfort said person, she works too hard and is responsible to a fault, she often likes to give others the benefit of the doubt despite being screwed over. And perhaps... she doesn’t worry about herself so much as she worries about others. Not only does she think she can handle most things but also it’s a bit of a hero complex or something similar to that where she always sacrifices herself for others. Because, it’s the right thing to do. She tends to get embarrassed easily and has a bit of a nasty temper at times but it doesn’t take long for her to get overall as she’s not one to hold grudges.  Strengths: Very joyful and charming, many find themselves drawn to her as the result of this. Kind as well to everyone, aside from mentioned above in prejudice section and dislikes, she likes to treat everyone equally as best as she can. Reasonability is her middle name and tends to always get things done. She’s also very wise for her age and someone who encourages you to do your very best because she believes in you and sees this great light in you that gives you great potential for the bright future. She can be a little flirty towards someone she likes once she gets over her initial shyness upon discovering her feelings but well romance is new to her so sometimes she’ll miss certain romantic intentions. And playful girl who’s a bit witty too. She has talents for magic and is a fast learner for the most part. Also love learning too and is a nerd. She has a creative side to her! Drugs/Alcohol: Nope! Passwords: Probably her birthday for like things that require numbers such as safes and the like! Email Address, Home Page, Blogs, etc.: Well none pft Time and place: Very vague middle ages that takes inspiration from the Magic Technology BOTW has along with other games too such as TP and SS.  Special Places: The sky... does that count? And the Haunted Grove deep within the Lost Woods.  Special Memories: Meeting her familiar for the first time, any time spent with her dad as he was loving and kind, getting accepted to become a student for Hylia despite her wanting to keep a distance but takes her under her wing just in case. 

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Can you write some more of that monster au thing? What would Izuku's and Bakugo's relationship be? And what kind of monsters is everyone?

I’m just gonna do 1-A for now, I’ll do the others in separate posts. Undercut for everyone!

Sorry this took so long guys!

“Wiccan (’Wicca’) is a subspecies of human that has the ability to perform magic, this magic is obtained either through bargaining for magic, being born with magic, being gifted with magic or learning magic. Witches, warlocks, sorcerers, mages, etc. are a type of Wiccan”

Aoyama

Species: Fairy

You can usually find him near a pond, complimenting himself and staring into the water’s reflection like a lovesick fool. He’ll talk anyone’s ear off about himself so be warned if you wanna become friends with him. He’s got unstable magic, so be careful, but don’t shy away, he’s self-conscious about it and it makes him upset. He’s a nice guy, really!

Ashido

Species: Pixie

She’s super mischievous and loves to play pranks on anyone near her radius, so watch out! Has most likely ruined a lot of people’s day because of her little jokes. She’s a sweetheart though and loves to meet new people! Oh, she also loves to dance! Catch her with the fauns, dancing to their music.

Ausi

Species: Human (Wiccan - Druid)

Ausi’s usually hanging around lakes and ponds, in her frog form, swimming away or talking with the creatures that live there. She likes to help the creatures who get hurt, so she’s basically the forest medic. Very sweet tells everyone to call her Tsu! All her friends call her that.

Iida

Species: Centaur

His family are known as guardians of the people, they protect them as a pact and you can usually see him running side-by-side with his older brother. He’s going to inherit the power over his clan one day alongside his brother, so he’s a heckler for rules, you can usually hear his scolding from a mile away. Mina likes to tease him a lot. Though, he does change within the future, learns to become more carefree. He’s still all about rules though.

Uraraka

Species: Fairy

She’s really sweet to be around! The lovely fairy that likes to help out, despite her own little struggles! You can usually find her in the fields, helping flowers bloom, talking to the forest! You should meet her! She loves making new friends! Though don’t piss her off, she has a good handle on her magic and will play rough if she has to!

Ojiro

Species: Naga

He’s a super chill dude, likes to explore the area around his cave often. He wants to be a warrior and protect the forest from the huntsmen despite his clan’s neutral stance on things. A lot of the other forest creatures see him as plain and it really upsets him! He’s interesting, dammit! Luckily, he has Hagakure there to cheer him on! (Even though he can’t see her)

Kaminari

Species: Human (Wiccan - Bard)

He and his family kind of showed up one day and he’s been in the forest since. He likes to try and charm everyone he sets his eyes on, he has the charisma to do so of course, but the boy knows his boundaries (unlike some hobgoblin he’s friends with) He usually just strolls through the forest playing his oud or with Mina playing pranks. He and Jiro are also best friends, she’s the one who taught him how to play the instruments.

(I was gonna do Sorcerer for him but honestly? Bard suited him much better)

Kirishima

Species: Element Dragon (Mountain/Rock)

Kirishima’s one of the friendliest guys around! His species are known to be pretty wise and noble, but honestly? He’s a huge ball of sunshine, likes to hang around the forest a lot, play with the other young creatures. Most haven’t seen his dragon form because of the tight squeeze between trees and people tend to see him as really intimidating! It breaks his heart sometimes! He’s a nice guy!

Koda

Species: Forest Nymph

He’s a sweet yet shy guy, he likes to take care of the woodland creatures and they love him in return! He’s nervous when speaking to other people, so you don’t really see him around often. Though nowadays he’s much more social with others, openly talks as well, though don’t try to push his boundaries, he’ll come out on his own time. (Name) and him tend to hang out the most in the forest though (once she passes through the barrier), so if you can’t find her, she’s either with him or Midoirya.

Sato

Species: Werewolf

He’s a really nice guy! People are always intimidated by him first but he’s a softie at heart, he’s got a little cottage in the middle of the forest and cooks/bakes for all his friends, if you stumble across him, you’re sure to get a sample of his amazing cooking! Don’t take him as a pushover though, he can protect himself and his wolf form is very intimidating. Though, he’s also completely conscious and acts like a puppy dog.

Shouji

Species: (Descendant) Hecatonchires

This guy is kinda feared in the forest, by first glance, you can tell he’s strong (which he is!) and being a descendant of powerful entity (one’s that could throw literal mountains) tends to paint an image of himself for him. The thing is, he’s nothing like his ancestors, he’s super friendly and gentle, he’s just quiet. Honestly, if it weren’t for his six arms and intimidating height, more people would recognise that. (If you asked him nicely he’d give you one of the best hugs you’ve ever felt, and, maybe, give you a piggyback.)

Jiro

Species: Half-Human/Half-Mermaid (Wiccan - Bard)

Jiro’s the daughter of a lone Bard and a mermaid and surprisingly, one of the most chill people in the forest. She can be a little hostile to new people but she warms up to them eventually. She has a beautiful voice (thanks to her mermaid ancestry!) and her father taught her a bunch of instruments! She usually hangs out with Yaoyoruzu or Kaminari, her best friends.

Sero

Species: Drider

Sero’s usually looks human, so everyone tends to think of him a plain human who strolled into the forest and got lost. Some monsters take that for advantage, but he’s quite the opposite and can/will fight back. He’s got a spell cast on him (consensual) that lets him switch between a human form and his natural one (it’s much easier strolling in the woods with 2 legs, his usual 8 are better for caves) he’s super friendly and sociable, likes to crack jokes on the occasion and helps people out! His clan don’t really venture outside their cavern so he’s the out who goes out scavenging in case they need something. Kaminari, Mina and Kirishima are his go-to people.

Tokoyami

Species: Half-Human/Half-Deity (Wiccan - Cleric)

He’s the son of the deity of the Sky and the deity’s chosen warrior. He’s very serious and noble, promises to live out “whatever path fate as set me” and takes his job seriously. He’s fond of darkness and the arcane practices (though he’s embarrassed as others find that odd for a deity) Tokoyami is usually patrolling the skies on his familiar (a giant raven named Dark Shadow) but he’s not afraid of socialising with others.

Todoroki

Species: Yokai (Half-Oni/Half-Kitsune) [Ended up changing him because I didn’t really like my original idea!]

He’s father an Oni and one of the Nine Kings of “Lower Realm” (”Hell”) while his mother is a nine-tailed kitsune who (previously) protected the village, she was blessed by (Name)’s mother leaving her to be one of the most powerful kitsune to roam the surface. His mother was kidnapped by his father and used to create offspring to defeat the God All Might and take over the “Middle Realm” (”Earth”) and Upper Realm (“Heaven”). Todoroki was sent to the surface to discover the man’s weakness but in the end, just stayed because his father had no control over him there. He was standoffish and cold (for his safety) but eventually changed after meeting (Name).

Hagakure

Species: Wind spirit

Hagakure is a sweet girl who’s usually hanging around Ojiro and encourages him to train! Because she’s a wind spirit though, her body is that of the wind and you can’t actually see her, but that doesn’t deter her! Friends of hers make clothes interlaced with magic so that she can be seen! She likes to fly with the wind, so if you listen carefully, you can hear her laughing as she flies by, you might even catch a glimpse of her (If she’s wearing her clothes of course) 

Bakugo

Species: Half-Human/Half-Phoenix (Also ended up changing him)

Now, this guy was a HUGE arse. His species are seen as good omens amongst the forest (and once to humans too) and he was super cocky about it, he saw other monsters as beneath him and used to bully others he deemed weak! However, he eventually befriended Kirishima and the other trouble makers and has since become a much better person. 

He’s still an arse though.

Midoirya

Species: Human (Later becomes Wiccan - Warlock)

Midoriya is a human that was born to a farm woman at the outskirts of town, next to the forest. He’s a simple guy, helps him mum around the farm, but he’s on friendly terms with the monster of the forest (-(Name)’s mother made sure of that) so he’s free to adventure into it as much as he wants! He loves everything about magic! Loves the creatures! Likes to write about them and has a little archive about them! (Hidden away of course) All Might and him eventually meet and All Might deems him worthy of becoming his successor! (Spoiler! He will eventually become the next guardian deity and rein over the monsters!)

Mineta

Species: Goblin

He’s a perfect example of what a goblin is. He’s disgustingly perverse and doesn’t care that people know it! He’s greedy but also smart, so he knows how to trick people, plays horrible pranks (pranks much worse than Ashido’s) and frankly, no one wants to hang out with him. (Other than Denki for some reason, though?) He is kinda self-conscious, as he’s grotesque so no woman wants to be with him. But seriously, who’s wants to be with a huge pervert? (He also harasses Yaoyorozu a lot)

Yaoyorozu

Species: Human (Wiccan - Witch)

Yaoyorozu is a human who had worked hard to acquire her magical abilities, coming from a noble family with a rich witch and wizard bloodline, she works hard to be seen as a respected Wiccan and bring pride to her family name! A lot of people see her as uptight at first, but it’s not her fault, her family had brought her up to be a picture-perfect lady so she doesn’t really know how to socialise like the others in the forest. Well, until she met Jiro, who helped bring out her more playful side! They’re the best of friends

and finally

(Name)

Species: Half-Human/Half-Deity (People think she’s a Forest Nymph tho) (Wiccan - Unknown)

Being the daughter of the nature goddess and a human, (Name) has made it her job to protect the forest from harm and is eventually labelled the “Guardian of Yuuei Forest”. She’s super playful and kind, helps out around the forest on the daily and protects it from the hunters! (Even though she is deathly terrified of them) She’s protected by other guardians/deities (the teachers) of the forest after her mother and father disappeared years ago. At first, she’s kind of sheltered, so she only knows of a few monsters in the forest but meets more when she breaks the rules and goes past her boundaries within the woods. ;)

And that’s it for class A! I’ll do some more when I have time, also, for the first anon’s question:

Midoriya and Bakugo’s is still the same as in the manga/anime. Bakugo’s mum, Mitsuki, grew up in the village alongside Inko and they were best friends; Mitsuki disappeared one day and Inko discovered later that she fell in love with, married and ran away with a Phoenix named Masaru. So their kids grew up knowing one another and Bakugo bullied Midoriya because he was just a plain old human. He was also jealous when he over-heard (Name) talking to Midoriya about how Midoriya would be All Might’s successor (It wasn’t hidden about All Might having a successor to his power, the only thing kept hidden was the identity of the successor)

[honeymoonjin]

Chapter Nine

Summary: When you hear that your recently deceased grandmother left you her property in her will, at first you think that a dinky old cottage in the middle of nowhere isn’t going to mean much for you. But after spending a night there, you discover something far more valuable than the house itself: a hidden door that leads to another time, the same place but over 200 years in the past. In the late 18th Century, there is a king who will die before his 21st birthday unless you can save him. Will you help him, even if it means leaving your own life behind?

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“I spy with my little eye something beginning with… C.”

The tired sigh behind you tickles the back of your neck slightly. “Clouds.”

You pout and slump against the solid chest behind you. “Dammit, you’re good at this.”

“Ma’am, with all due respect, you’ve been playing this childish game for over two hours now. This is the third time you’ve chosen clouds.”

You twist around to try and face the Royal Guard, but he reaches up with a leather-gloved hand and turns your chin back to face ahead of you. “Well, maybe, but they were different clouds than last time. So it’s different. Anyway, I’m bored. Are we there yet?”

“Judging by the fact that my horse is still in gallop, surely you can work out that my answer is no.”

“Come on, Hacky Sack, live a little.” The constant motion of the horse between your legs is starting to hurt, and you want nothing more than to curl up in a warm bed and enjoy being stationary for a while.

“My name is Hoseok and you know that.” The guard has entertained your boredom-riddled attempts at conversation since you started off on this trek, but you didn’t know how long that would last. “Besides, if you had been trained like a proper lady, you would’ve been able to ride your own horse and we would’ve caught up to the others by now. Worry not,” he adds quickly, “I believe I can see the riding party making camp just around this next bend.”

“Oh, thank fu- thankful, I’m so thankful that we’re almost there. ‘Cause I really need to pee.” A thought occurs to you and you let out a dreary moan. “Oh no, I’m gonna have to pee in the bushes. I hate camping.”

But the man behind you is no longer listening, instead he speeds up the horse beneath you and you latch on even tighter to the handle on the front of the saddle. “Your Highness,” he calls out in relief, “we’ve arrived at last!”

As you turn the corner and the trees part into a clearing, your breath is taken away. Hoseok was right, there are three other men down there, two of them dressed similarly to Hoseok, tying up and feeding their three horses, and then the King himself, looking particularly radiant in the glow of the rising sun.

Beyond him, a fairly vast lake glitters in the light, remarkably clear. Of course, you note, there’s no water pollution back in the 1700s. King Jeon turns to face the two of you as you approach, and the backlighting of the sun casts an orange halo around him, leaving his silhouette almost black. You squint as he waves, wanting to catch a glimpse of his face, but you’re forced to shield your eyes.

“My dear friend,” the King replies jovially, “and his companion, the lovely healer. We’ve been anxiously awaiting your arrival.” As you finally catch up to the party and Hoseok slows the horse to a halt, you make out an infectious grin on the young leader’s face. “Do join us. It’s perfect weather for a swim.”

Your joy at finally having reached your destination vanishes when you remember your purpose in being here: don’t let the King drown so that your present day boyfriend won’t fade away like in Back to the Future. Is that how these things really worked? You didn’t know, but you knew you needed to avoid it at all costs. “You’re crazy, the water will be freezing!”

You suck in a pained breath when a pointed finger jabs you in your ribs. The Royal Guard bends down to hiss in your ear. “Do not speak to your King that way.”

Jeon himself seems less bothered. “Ah, my loyal subject, so concerned for my health. Why don’t you get in first and tell me if it’s warm enough or not? Then I might believe you.”

You eye the still lake with distaste. As much as it’s an ulterior motive, you weren’t lying about the water being cold. The sun was only just rising as you made your way here, and you were certain it wouldn’t have warmed the water already. “Fine. But when I catch a cold, I’ll expect royal compensation for my services.”

Hoseok pokes you roughly again as King Jeon laughs incredulously. “Insolent little thing, aren’t you?” he comments rhetorically. “Hoseok, help her off your steed.”

The guard unceremoniously complies, making no effort to have your descent be a steady one. You stumble a little on the solid ground, knees wobbling beneath you, and stretch out your back, feeling the vertebrae in your spine shift and groan. You crouch down to begin untying the leather laces of your boots. “I’ll dip my toe in and let you know, how about that?”

Suddenly his voice goes dangerously flat. “Your jibes are charming, but you fail to realise I’m not joking. If you’re so determined I don’t go swimming – the entire reason I came here today – then I expect you to get in that lake and prove to me it’s too cold. Would you like to see what happens when you disobey an order from the King, Y/n?”

You swallow hard, and look up. He’s standing directly in front of you now, casting a cool shade over you, and he looks more intimidating than you think you’ve ever seen him, eyebrows narrowed. “O-of course, Your Highness, it’s just… I didn’t bring any other clothes, and I don’t want these to get wet.”

“Then don’t wear them in the water, Y/n,” he answers immediately in a matter-of-fact tone. He holds your startled gaze for a moment, then breaks out into a teeth-baring grin. “I’m just messing with you, sweet healer, you don’t have to worry about your clothes getting wet. This is a swimming trip; my servants have prepared towels and additional clothing for us.” He waves a hand in the general direction of the other two guards, which are unpacking the bags they had brought with them. “You can go for a swim in your underclothes like the rest of us, and then you can duck behind those trees there to get changed into some fresh ones. I’m sure what my servants have packed will be far beyond the quality of any clothes you’re used to. Go on, then. Get in.”

You glance once more at the burly men laying a folded pile of white cotton clothing on a blanket. He was, at the very least, telling the truth. Even though the situation wasn’t ideal, you had gotten yourself into this mess, so you reluctantly continued to undress yourself, thanking your lucky stars you had actually chosen to wear the petticoat under your tunic and leggings. Once you were done, you crossed your arms over your chest defensively. White cotton and the lack of a bra didn’t go well in cold weather.

His eyes darted down, a hint of pink poking out between his lips, and then the King began approaching the water’s edge. You follow dutifully, toes immediately going numb under the freezing damp dirt of the bank. Cringing as you waded in, feeling the frigid water rising up your legs, and mud squidging between your toes, you stopped when the lick of the slight ripples hits your lower back, and turned around to face the four men, now far enough away that you had to raise your voice slightly.

“Yeah, you won’t want to come in here, King Jeon,” you call out, “you’ll catch your death in here! It’s too cold!”

He raises a hand to shield his eyes from the sun behind you. “Why, thank you for the advice, kind maiden! Fear not, I prefer swimming in cold water!” And without further words, he bends down and shucks his pants off, kicking his boots away towards the camp.

You gape open-mouthed at the rapidly undressing patriarch. “Hey!” you yell angrily. “You said you wouldn’t come in if I told you it was cold!”

“I said I would believe that the water is cold should you test it out for me. And I believe you! I just don’t particularly care.”

Kicking up your legs, you splash your way to shore, protesting loudly as he continued to strip down. Stopping when all that remained was baggy white pantaloons, Jeon practically skipped in, meeting you halfway.

Once you come to a sudden halt in front of him, panting slightly, you’re greeted with the welcome sight of a near naked King Jeon. His skin is more golden than you remember; the pale wash of post-stabbing now faded away. There’s still a scar on his side, but it’s surprisingly thin and flat considering the lack of proper medical equipment here. The water is lapping at his thighs, and it’s all you can do not to drool over them. “Uh, okay,” you start nervously, “maybe just stay out to this far. Don’t wanna go too deep, you know.”

He quirks an eyebrow in amusement, staring down at you. “That won’t do. I always go deep.”

You blink, unsure if that was meant to be an innuendo or not. Nevertheless, you feel your cheeks heating up, even as the rest of you begins to shiver. “A-as your personal healer, I have to recommend that you avoid swimming today, Your Majesty. Please.”

His smirk falters a little as he takes in your serious countenance. “I suppose it would be in my best interests to listen to the expert, then,” he says softly, before his grin returns to full beam. “I’ll need a little more convincing, though. Some incentive. Are you going to make me an offer I can’t refuse?”

You recoil slightly at the weirdly familiar quote. “What?”

King Jeon laughs. “Jin, my other healer, always says that. When he’s haggling for herbs in the market. ‘Your Highness, don’t you worry. I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse.’ I just meant that-”

“I know what you meant,” you interrupt. That quote, you recognise it. How could you not? That iconic line in the Godfather, a movie that wouldn’t be released for over a hundred years. “Your Majesty, if I wasn’t here, would you have brought Jin with you to the lake?”

He shrugs. “Of course. I go nowhere without at least one healer by my side.”

Things are beginning to make a weird kind of sense. You don’t know the why, but you’re starting to realize the what. King Jeon’s life didn’t seem to be in danger from drowning today, but perhaps it was because it was you here beside him, and not the healer who was apparently familiar with movie trivia from the 1970s.

Perhaps you weren’t the only person out of time here.

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