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hazbinsponsoredbyvee · 1 month ago

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Wanted to write a little something for Asmodeus and Fizzarolli arriving at the hotel, but I've never written Ozzie or Fizz before and I don't really trust myself to write them well, so I kept it short and simple. I also wrote this in an hour on a whim, so I make no promises on quality. Enjoy!

Meet the Family

There was a knock at the door of the Hazbin Hotel, and Lucifer and Charlie both rushed to answer it.

Vox took a deep breath as he hung back at Alastor's side. "You're not gonna start a fight, are you?" he muttered out of the corner of his mouth.

"No promises," Alastor murmured, his back stiff as his hands rested atop his cane.

"Dammit, Al, you're gonna have to get used to being around people more powerful than us cause-" He fell silent as the door opened to reveal the Sin of Lust himself, a wide smile on his face.

"Luci!" he boomed, scooping the King of Hell up into a hug. "It's good to see you!"

"Eep! You too, Ozzie," Lucifer laughed genially as he was sat back down.

"And how's my favorite niece?" Asmodeus asked warmly, turning his attention to Charlie. "I heard you have a girlfriend now. You know I have to approve, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, I have so much to catch you up on!" Charlie gushed. "You'll love Vaggie - she's amazing! I'll introduce you to her later. She's just getting dinner ready and didn't want to steal the attention from the rest of the introductions."

"I look forward to it. And speaking of introductions - this is Fizz." He put his hand on the shoulder of an imp that Vox hadn't initially noticed standing next to the far more imposing figure, but now that he looked at him, he recognized him as the famous Fizzarolli.

Fizz gave an only slightly nervous smile. "Hi! I mean, it's an honor to meet you, your majesties."

"It's so good to finally meet you too!" The little imp's eyes went wide in surprise as the Princess of Hell dove forward to shake his hand enthusiastically. He glanced uncertainly at Asmodeus, who just chuckled and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

"Yeah, uh, great to meet you," Lucifer greeted politely. "I've heard only good things. And you put up with Ozzie. So, that's impressive."

Released from Charlie's grasp, Fizz snickered and exchanged a mischievous look with his lover.

"Oh, my froggy is very impressive," Asmodeus purred, letting his hand rub over the back of Fizz's neck and making the imp suppress a shudder. "And on that note, I think it's time you introduce me to the man that finally thawed out your sex life." He nodded pointedly towards the two Sinners lingering in the back of the room, ignoring the faint groan and darkening of Lucifer's cheeks.

Vox quickly plastered a confident smile on his face and hastened to his other fiancé's side. As soon as he reached him, Lucifer's hand came to rest on his back, and he smiled at him, only the faintest hint of gold still present in his cheeks from the other Sin's remark.

"Ozzie, this is my fiancé, Vox. Vox, this is Asmodeus."

"A pleasure to meet you, sir," Vox held out his hand with a polite incline of his head.

"Oh, no need for formalities," Asmodeus said dismissively as he shook his hand. "You're marrying Luci." He gave him an appraising once-over. "But you'd better do right by him, or you and I are gonna have some issues. And I don't think you want that."

"Ozzie," Lucifer shook his head with a sigh, but Vox's smile didn't waver.

"I don't want it any more than I would want to do anything that would risk hurting him," he assured smoothly.

Asmodeus smirked. "Good to hear."

His gaze slid to the side and Lucifer and Vox both followed his eyes to where Alastor had stepped up on Vox's other side.

"Oh, and that's Alastor," Lucifer added with a careless wave of his hand.

The larger Sin chuckled, giving Alastor a similar appraising look. "So, this is the guy you got Luci to agree to share you with?"

"Technically, I agreed to share Vox with him," Alastor corrected primly as he held out his hand. "But semantics. A pleasure to be meeting you, sir, quite a pleasure!"

Asmodeus gave him a bemused smile as he shook his hand, clearly not missing the way Alastor wiped his hand on his coat after the fact. But he just shook his head slightly as he turned back to Vox. "I must say, Vox, Lucifer has never shared anything easily. You must be quite special indeed."

A blush darkened Vox's screen and he glanced at Lucifer to find him smiling at him a touch bashfully.

"He is," Alastor answered before either of them could recover, resting his hand on Vox's shoulder with one of his more affectionate smiles.

Vox could feel his screen heating up further, and he had absolutely lost the battle of his smile turning into something incredibly sappy and embarrassing.

"Daaaw," Fizzarolli cooed, and he and Asmodeus both laughed.

Charlie, thankfully, came to his rescue. "Come on, I can't wait to introduce you both to everyone! Your fellow groomsmen are in the kitchen with Vaggie!"

"Lead the way!" Asmodeus set off after Charlie, Fizz having climbed up onto his shoulder and grinning a lot more excitedly now that the initial awkwardness of meeting the Devil himself was over with.

Alastor and Lucifer simultaneously each flicked one of Vox's antennae teasingly.

"Come on, sweetheart, don't want to lag behind," Lucifer urged, pretending not to notice his fiancé's mildly overwhelmed flusteredness.

"It's this modern technology!" Alastor chirped playfully. "You do one little thing, and it gets overloaded and starts lagging!"

They both laughed and Vox fought against his own amused grin as he shook his head. "Oh, shut up." He hooked his arms with each of his fiancés' and set off after the others.

#fic #applemedia #LAV #meet the family #radiostatic #staticapple #vox #hazbin hotel vox #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #charlie #hazbin hotel charlie #mel speaks

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ebbing-terror · 5 months ago

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THIS WAS A NEW LAND FOR HIM

He had ventured from the north down south for one reason and only one reason - for help. He needed to find someone and he was hoping that he could find trace of her in the south, if not then he would be doomed to die in this body and that was something that he wished to avoid at all costs. This land was strange and foreign to him, even stranger to the body he had started to call his own, by lack of choice.

He travelled by night and slept during the day. He would not risk it nor chance it. He remained as far away from the roads, from paths and from people as much as he could. He didn’t want confrontation, he didn’t want anyone picking up his own trial and hunting him, afterall he was not an idiot - he was a worthy kill - something to boast about in a tavern with a warm woman in your lap and a cold drink in your hand.

HE WOULD NOT GIVE ANYONE THE SATISFACTION

Yet this night he had went a little bit too close to the road and he heard it. Two travellers had been set upon by bandits and beaten senseless - they had been left alive, but their valuables had been stolen from them and now both of them fucked around trying to clean one another up instead of hightailing it to the nearest village to report the crime and get proper help.

It was then that he could smell it. A twitch at first but it was strong. Blood. It only reminded him how fucking hungry he was. How he had not truly eaten properly at all. Refusing to give in to what this body needed, he barely ate and when he did it was fucking berries of all things, something that would just barely keep him alive and keep him going.

But there it was, two idiots, bleeding and wounded, just standing there wanting to be fucking killed and eaten and it was tearing him apart. It would be easy, too fucking easy. He was bigger than any creature they would have ever seen, faster and stronger as well. They would not last five seconds against him - but it was wrong, he knew it, but he could not pull away from that temptation.

HE WAS FUCKING HUNGRY AND IT WAS KILLING HIM.

He thought about it for the moment, and then the next he moved, and it was easily done as well, the first man was lifted up from the ground with ease, head dipping back, mouth opening and swallowing him whole, the legs kicking back and forth and screaming there one moment and then gone the next. The other man tried to turn and run, as he wasted no time, the to tongue fired out like a slingshot and caught him, wrapping around the leg with ease, dragging him back through the ground and into the waiting mouth, eating him as well, within the flicker of a moment and nothing more.

“Ribbet.”

Still, despite that he was starving, and two humans, for the first time, tasted delicious, they had been a worthy meal for someone, or rather something like him, but then once more, it was not enough as he was already on the move, seeking and searching for something or rather someone else, to find and devour as well.

"THERE YOU ARE!!!!"

Just then a girl leapt down from a tree like a flying squirrel, belly flopping onto the great frog's back. She took two overflowing handfulls of green blubber, squeezing and pulling to her heart's content as if the man-eater was nothing more than a ball of dough.

"I've been looking everywhere for you~!" Seriously, one wouldn't think a creature of this size would be elusive but Lynn had been on the hunt for days. She snuggled into the clammy flesh of her enormous baby, swiping her arms in big circles to give the amphibian rubs and scritches.

Lynn sat back, straddling her greedy steed. How the tables had turned. It seemed like it was only two weeks ago when she was carrying the froggy around but look at him now, big and strong enough to carry-or eat- several people.

"C'mon, let's go home!!~" Lynn patted the frog's head and her feet nudged his squishy sides, gently spuring her behemoth to turn and start hopping their way home.

She knew well enough now that the froggy was a stubborn thing, a behavior Lynn was certain he learned from her. She leaned forward into the frog's line of sight, gazing onto one of those marvelous, shining orbs.

"I have some dinner for you back home~ I made sure they had a nice big meal before locking them up, so they're nice and nutritious!!"

He was a growing boy, so he needed hearty meals! Lynn rubbed the tip of the frog's damp snoot, papping his head once more.

"Home!"

She ordered, pointing firmly in the direction she came from. He was a smart boy, and Lynn knew he understood what she was saying.

#Lynn's Adventures!#The love makes him LORGE

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all-the-things-2020 · 1 year ago

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Finding His Way - Chapter Eight

Summary: Enter Luke Skywalker and R2-D2 for their cameos. The helmet *almost* comes off for good but fate intervenes.

Rating: PG

The Razor Crest and Millennium Falcon landed next to each other on a windy stretch of coastline on the planet Florian. It was sparsely populated, especially on this part of the northern continent. Mariana hurried down the ramp, eager to get her hands back on Ad’ika. While she and Din had had an absolutely delicious time alone (she was not going to be able to enter the cockpit without blushing for a very long time), six hours was far too long to be away from her favorite child.

Chewbacca came down the ramp of the Falcon with Ad’ika in his arms. “Ma!” the child cried out when he saw her, making grabby hands and grinning madly.

“Did you miss me, kiddo?” she asked, gathering him close. He chattered softly in that almost-language he used when he wanted to share something, and patted her face. “Da?”

“Daddy’s coming,” she told him. “He just has to finish putting all his armor back on.” The child cocked his head at her, then giggled. She blushed. “You definitely understand more than you let on, don’t you?” He looked innocently away from her, but gave her a sideways glance.

Solo exited the Falcon and joined Chewie. “At least this one isn’t a dust pit like Tatooine,” he said, looking around at the scrubby grassland that ran as far as the eye could see. “Luke does have an affinity for shitholes.” Chewie growled in agreement.

Din finally came down the ramp, every bit of beskar in place and perfectly polished. The wind whipped his cape back dramatically, but the effect was spoiled when Ad’ika tossed Froggy at him. “Da!” he demanded. Din caught the toy in midair and laughed.

“Someone’s in a better mood now,” said Solo suggestively. Din didn’t rise to the bait. Instead he stepped closer and slipped his arm around Mariana’s waist. Ad’ika grabbed for Froggy and began a game of bopping them both on the head with the stuffed animal, reciting their names as he did so. “Da. Ma. Da. Ma. Ma. Da. Da. Da.”

They were distracted from the game by a loud roar from Chewie. The Wookiee raised an arm in greeting to a figure approaching from the near distance. It was a man cloaked in a grey hooded robe, only his hands and boots visible. He walked deliberately, without seeming to hurry at all, and yet he rapidly came closer. In just a few minutes, he was throwing back his hood and laughing. “Han, you scruffy old nerf herder! How’re Leia and Ben?” He was shorter than Solo, and several years younger. He threw his arms around his brother-in-law and Solo unceremoniously ruffled his sandy blond hair, which was desperately in need of a trim. Chewie growled happily and patted the newcomer on the back, nearly knocking both men over.

“This is the Jedi?” Din said quietly.

Skywalker turned toward them with a quiet smile. He’d been in the midst of chatting with Solo and Chewie, yet he seemed to have heard the comment. “Yes, Mr. Djarin,” he said. “I am a Jedi. And this little fellow must be the reason you’re here.” He held out a hand toward the kid, who had forgotten all about Froggy. His big, dark eyes calmly regarded Skywalker, and he stretched out his own tiny hand.

The Jedi laughed. “Oh, really?” he said. He looked at Mariana and Din kindly. “He wants me to know that he can protect you if he has to. He clearly loves you both very much.” He extended his hand toward Mariana. “Luke Skywalker. And you are …?”

“Mariana Loxli,” she said, shaking his hand.

His smile softened as he touched her hand, and his eyes darted between her and Din for a moment. “And you love each other very much,” he said quietly. Din’s arm tightened around her waist, but he remained silent.

“Yeah, yeah, they’re a couple of real Artanian lovebirds,” said Solo. “Look, do you need us for anything, or can Chewie and I get out of here? Contrary to popular belief, I do miss my wife and kid.”

Skywalker rolled his eyes. “Nah, I think we’re good. Get your ass back home and don’t corrupt my nephew too much before I see him again. How I’ll ever make a Jedi out of him with you as his role model …”

Solo shook his head. “Love you, too, brother,” he said with a smirk. Then his smile turned wistful “Don’t stay out in the wilderness so long this time, kid. Leia misses you.”

“I miss her, too,” said Skywalker. “I’ll try to get back before Ben’s birthday.”

Solo nodded, clearly uncomfortable with showing emotions in front of strangers. “Okay, then. Chewie, let's go home.” The Wookiee roared a farewell, patting Ad’ika gently on the head and ruffling Skywalker’s hair before he left.

They stood watching while the Falcon powered up and launched into the sky.

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“Well,” said Skywalker once the Falcon was out of sight. “It’s a bit of a walk to the village, so if you have anything aboard you’re going to need in the next day or two, you might want to bring it with you.”

Din nodded. He did not feel defensive around the Jedi, even though by all rights he should be. In Mandalorian lore, the Jedi were enemies, but all Din felt when he looked at Skywalker was an odd sense of kinship. The younger man exuded equanimity, a soothing balance between a warrior’s readiness and a monk’s contemplative essence.

It didn’t hurt that he had already acknowledged and honored Din’s relationship with Mariana. Din’s own acknowledgement of their love was still fresh and a bit fragile, and it felt good to have it validated by someone else. He was walking into entirely uncharted territory with her and it scared him.

They fetched the bags that Mariana had prudently packed and followed Skywalker across the blustery scrubland. After a few hundred yards, the ground began to dip and as they rounded an outcropping of stone, the faint pathway dropped steeply into a hidden valley. Din dropped back as they made their way down the trail, which wasn’t wide enough for more than one person. If he couldn’t walk beside Mariana and Ad’ika, he would follow close behind to keep an eye on them. There were loose pebbles and worn spots on the trail, and he didn’t want her to slip.

When they reached the bottom of the trail, they passed through a thicket of spindly trees. Once clear, they had a good view of a cluster of stone buildings near the far wall of the valley. They were not quite ruins, but had not been maintained for some time.

“Welcome to Arvala,” said Skywalker. “It was a Jedi outpost about 300 years ago, and a hunting camp until about 75 years ago. The Florianas used the buildings but avoided the caves, so they’re relatively undisturbed. I’ve found a few books and scrolls that got left behind.”

Mariana’s eyes lit up. “Are they in good shape? It seems a bit damp here for good preservation.”

“So-so,” replied Skywalker. “The bindings are rotted but a lot of the pages are still halfway legible. I’ve gotten pretty good at cobbling together bits and pieces of manuscripts.”

“If you need any help, just let me know. It’s been a while, but I took a conservation course and I really enjoyed it.”

Skywalker smiled. “Thanks. I’ll take any help I can get. But for now, let’s get you three settled.” He walked toward a tarp covered pile next to the closest building. “You’ll be here a few days, at least, so I flew over to the nearest settlement and got some bedding and other supplies. Nothing fancy, but you can set up a decent little apartment in one of the buildings. Take your pick. I’m over there.” He pointed at the largest building, which was set slightly apart from the others. “Sorry for taking the biggest room, but I didn’t know I was going to have company.”

He was interrupted by a loud, indignant beeping. An R2 droid rolled out of the building. Din stiffened involuntarily. Not a droid, he groaned.

“Okay, okay, Artoo, I didn’t know we were going to have company,” Skywalker said with a chuckle. “May I present R2-D2, the best astromech droid in the galaxy?”

The droid beeped and spun its head. The kid was entranced by the lights and noise. Din was less impressed. He let Mariana make pleasantries with the droid while he surveyed the buildings. Several had gaping holes in their roofs, which put them out of the running immediately, but the remaining three looked solid enough. He finally selected the one furthest from Skywalker’s encampment. It was smaller than the others, but the walls were all in place and it was tucked back against the cliff wall in a way that led him to believe it was the least weathered of them all.

“Interesting choice.” Din stifled a flinch as he realized Skywalker had managed to sneak up on him. The Jedi cocked his head. “There are three of you, and yet you chose the smallest building.”

Din recognized a question even when it wasn’t posed as one. Skywalker reminded him a bit of one of the combat masters he’d had while growing up. He never asked a question directly, but nudged his students toward the answer nonetheless. “It’s small, but it appears to have the best structural integrity.” He pointed out the overhanging cliff wall. “It’s been more sheltered from the weather, so there’s been less erosion. It also backs up to the rock face, so it would be easier to defend in an attack.”

“And it’s the furthest away from mine, so you’re ensured privacy,” Skywalker said. “I know it’s hard for a Mandalorian to fully trust a Jedi, but I can assure you, Mr. Djarin, you have nothing to fear from me. Just because our ancestors were once enemies doesn’t mean we have to be.”

“I know,” Din admitted. “But …”

The Jedi nodded. “Old habits are hard to break. I understand. Get yourselves settled, then come to my room so we can talk. I may have some answers to your questions.”

He walked quietly away, leaving Din to start hauling the gear into the small building. Mariana and the kid were still chatting with the droid, which was beeping and booping away like an annoying toy, so he set up the room himself. There was just enough room for the self-inflating mattress, a small folding table and a pair of stools. He unrolled the bedding, set their packs near the foot of the bed and set Froggy between the pillows. They were sheltered from the wind down in this valley, but being so near the coast, he was sure it would get cold at night. Ad’ika would be snug and warm between them.

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“That droid is something else,” Mariana said as she finished unpacking their things. “Almost makes me wish I’d paid attention in Binary class.”

Din just grunted. He’d told her a bit about his dislike of droids, which she found understandable, if a bit severe. The R2 unit was a lot cuter than an assassin droid, after all.

“There,” she said, closing up the last of the packs. Most of the stuff they’d brought belonged to her and the kid … well, mostly her. Ad’ika had his toys and a blue blanket that he always slept with, and Din had an assortment of small weapons, but she had a couple of changes of clothes, her data pad, some snacks, toiletries … she might have packed too much, but she still wasn’t used to having things to pack and it felt good to indulge a little. “Shall we go see what the illustrious Luke Skywalker has to say?”

Din scooped up the kid and they walked the short distance to the building where Skywalker and R2 were staying. It must have been the village hall, twice as big as any of the other buildings, with a large fire pit in the center of the floor. Something was bubbling in a pot hung over the fire. One end of the room held a cluttered sleeping area similar to theirs, while the other end looked more like a workshop. Bits of electronics and droid parts were scattered about on a workbench, where R2 was happily fiddling with a piece of equipment. Skywalker was sitting next to the fire pit, legs crossed, eyes closed. He appeared to be meditating. He also appeared to be floating about six inches off the floor.

He opened his eyes as they approached and sank to the ground. “All settled in? Then let’s get down to business.” He gestured for them to sit and they settled on the floor. Din made sure he was between her and the Jedi, and put Ad’ika in her lap.

“You know something about my … son,” Din began. Mariana caught the slight hesitation and shifted a bit closer so that their knees and shoulders were touching. This was his conversation to have, but she wanted him to know she was there for him.

“A little,” Skywalker conceded. “I can’t tell you what species he is, because I don’t know what it’s called, but I do know he is the same species as Master Yoda.” He smiled fondly. “I always wondered what Yoda looked like in his younger days, and now I know.”

“Master Yoda,” Mariana said. “I saw that name a lot in the Old Republic senate records. He was one of the leaders of the Jedi, wasn’t he?” Skywalker nodded. “But those records were hundreds of years old and I never found any vids of him, or any physical descriptions. How do you know what he looked like?”

“He trained me in the ways of the Jedi. Don’t look so surprised. He was close to nine hundred years old when he died. I was his last student.”

Din nodded. “We know our son is fifty years old and still an infant. If all his species are as long lived as this Master Yoda, it makes sense.” Mariana couldn’t help noticing he was no longer hesitant to call Ad’ika his son … and that he’d switched pronouns from “my” to “our.” She leaned a little closer.

“Unfortunately, Master Yoda never spoke about his home planet or his people. I was under the impression that he was the last of his kind, but obviously that’s not true. I can speak to him about this later.”

“I thought you said he was dead,” said Din.

“He is, but powerful Jedi can still interact with the living. For now, let me put your mind at ease, Mr. Djarin. I’m intrigued by your son, but I’m not ready to start taking students, not until I’ve gathered more information about the Jedi temples. I’ll be setting up an academy of sorts eventually, but even if it was up and running, he’s still much too young. The Jedi of old took children as padawans at a very young age, but I’m not so sure that was a good idea. Right now, what he needs is a father, not a teacher.”

Mariana felt Din relax against her. He reached out and took Ad’ika into his own lap. The child had been listening to Skywalker’s every word, but now he looked up at Din’s helmet with a smile. “Buir,” he said carefully. Mariana felt tears come to her eyes. She didn’t know much Mando’a, but this was one of the words she knew Din had spent the most time trying to teach him to say. It meant “father.”

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Mariana ate dinner with Skywalker, while Din took his and Ad’ika’s back to their room. They sat at the tiny table, bowls of stew in front of them. Now that they were alone, he took off his helmet and wiped the tears from his face. “I hope you know what that meant to me, ad’ika,” he said shakily. He ran his hand through his hair, then pulled his gloves off and threw them on the ground. The child reached out and wrapped his tiny fingers around one of Din’s. “You do, don’t you?” he whispered. Again, a tiny knowing smile. A thought occurred to Din and it sent a small shiver down his spine. “You haven’t been playing Jedi mind tricks on me all this time, have you?”

The child looked indignant, and Din immediately pushed the thought away. “No, of course not. Forgive me.” He pulled his bowl closer. “Let’s eat.”

By the time Mariana returned, he had replaced the helmet but shed the rest of his armor. He and Ad’ika were on the floor rolling the ball back and forth, and she dropped to the ground beside him to watch the game. “I still can’t believe he called you buir,” she said, twining her fingers through his and laying her head on his shoulder.

“I know,” he replied. “He hasn’t said another word since, but he has that smug look on his face.”

The kid took that opportunity to lose interest in the ball game and toddle over to the bed to get Froggy. Mariana swung her legs across Din’s and he let go of her hand to slide his arms around her. He leaned back against the wall, his helmet connecting with a low thud. “Is it wrong that I feel relieved that Skywalker said there likely aren’t any more of his kind?”

“No. Just like it isn’t wrong that I feel relieved he doesn’t want to whisk him away and start training him.”

Din sighed and hugged her tighter. “I’ve been so worried that I was going to lose him,” he said, struggling to keep his voice steady. “After all this, I … I can’t go back to being alone.”

She lifted his hand to her mouth and pressed a kiss against it. “You’re never going to be alone, Din,” she whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He sighed again, deeper this time. “You tried to leave once.”

“That was before I knew how much you meant to me, before I knew I loved you. I’m never going to leave you.” She kissed his hand again and he trembled. Maybe it was time. When she released his hand, he pulled it back and started to reach for the locks on his helmet. Before she noticed, there was a knock on the door, and Skywalker stepped in. Din lowered his hands.

“Sorry to interrupt,” the Jedi said, “but I spoke with Master Yoda.” Din felt his blood run cold. “He couldn’t tell me anything about where your son may have come from. As far as he knows, he was the last of his kind. But he did have some information that may be of interest to you.” Din relaxed, until he heard Skywalker’s next words. “Moff Gideon is in possession of the Darksaber.”

#the mandalorian #star wars #grogu #baby yoda #din djarin #pedro pascal character fanfiction #din djarin x original female character #din djarin fanfiction

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thatfanfictionchick · 2 years ago

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TWST - Collar

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Leona x Val[OC]

Rating: Suggestive

Warnings: Hands around the neck; Collar wear

Word count: 1534

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“Val! Grim’s eating my food again!”

Val let her head fall back with an exaggerated groan, ignoring Ace’s angry yells. Grim, Deuce, and Ace had gone through the line ahead of her and were already seated, halfway through their lunches. She looked at Ruggie who was in line next to her loading up his and Leona’s lunches. “I don’t know what they expect me to do about it. You take life and limb in your hands trying to stop that furry black hole.”

“Hey, as long as it’s not my limbs in the fray,” Ruggie said.

“Come again, Grilled Cheeseburglar?” she teased.

“That was a fair trade!” Ruggie insisted.

“Fair how, exactly?” Val pushed.

Just then another Savanaclaw student came by, patting Ruggie on the shoulder. “Hey man, Sam’s looking for you. He says he’s got your stuff.”

“Now?!” Ruggie said. “He said it wouldn’t get here until tonight!”

“His efficacy is problematic?” Val asked.

“No,” Ruggie said. “But it’s…delicate, and I need to get it delivered ASAP.”

Val looked at the tray in his hands. “Do you want me to take Leona his lunch?”

“Would you?” Ruggie’s ears shot up eagerly. She nodded and Ruggie started moving food onto her tray.

“Where’s he at?”

“He should be in the greenhouse.” Ruggie shoved some marks, presumably from Leona, into her hand, shoved some food into his pockets, snagged an extra sandwich, and took off. “Thanks Val, I owe ya!”

As she reached the end of the line another angry shout rang out, and she turned to see Ace and Grim grappling with Deuce caught in the middle. Deciding she wanted nothing to do with all that, Val slipped out the door into the hallway and made her way to the greenhouse. It was delightfully warm, as always, and after a few minutes following the winding path she spotted the fluffy tip of Leona’s tail peeking out of some foliage. “My,” she drawled. “What a lovely tail. Would be a shame if someone were to step on it.”

“Ha ha,” Leona’s humorless laugh made her smile and the tail disappeared. Using one hand to push the broad leaves aside she stepped into the small clearing the beastly housewarden had chosen to nap in. He was lounging on his side, his head propped on his hand, his scarred eye closed. He was, she was loath to admit, disgustingly handsome for someone she wanted to kick in the ass every time she was forced to cross his path. “Ya know, I could still make good to take that tooth I wanted last time.”

“Dear, sweet, Leona,” she said haughtily, a wicked grin twisting her features. “If you want to put something in my mouth so bad there are nicer ways to ask.” That startled a legitimate laugh out of him, and she bent to put the tray on the ground. She lowered herself to the ground intending to sit cross-legged as she usually would. Halfway she was suddenly struck by the idea of doing something so crass, in a skirt, in front of literal royalty and hastily sank down with her legs folded beneath her. “I bring food.”

“What happened to Ruggie?” Leona asked, pushing himself into a sitting position and grabbing the roast beef sandwich that Ruggie had picked for him.

“Black market, probably,” she said with a shrug.

“And you came alone?” Leona teased. She picked up the bowl that held her salad and popped the lid off, ignoring the sound of disgust he made. Her nails were painted with gold glitter that flashed in the light that filtered through the plants as she poured dressing into the bowl, replaced the lid, and shook it vigorously. It was as good an excuse as any for watching her slender hands.

“Grim and Ace were fighting. Believe it or not, this was the better deal.”

“Should put a collar on that weasel.” Leona muttered.

“You could always try, if you’re feeling froggy.” Val said. She took a bite of her salad and Leona grimaced.

“Should collar the both of ya,” he taunted. “Little leaf-eaters ain’t good for much else.”

“Uh, excuse you!” she snapped, stabbing her fork into a piece of tomato. “In case you’ve forgotten, Señor Grumpy Cat, of the two of us sitting here only one of us has actually been collared.” Leona growled and while a smile played at the corner of her lips her eyes stayed firmly rooted to the dirt. She knew she had essentially taken her life in her hands with that jab, although she was mostly sure he wouldn’t actually do anything about it.

Of course, she’d been wrong before.

Quite suddenly Leona’s leather clad hands were wrapped around her neck. She squealed, frozen in place. All jokes aside, she was very aware that he could probably snap her neck with hardly any effort and the expansive greenhouse would afford him any number of places to hide a body. There was also the matter of his gloves being ridiculously soft, warm from the heat of his hands, and that if she weren’t scared for her life it would likely otherwise be an enjoyable experience. But his hands were gone just as suddenly, and she looked at him with wide eyes as he recreated the size of her neck, a sneer on his face.

“Would be such a little thing too.”

“Shut up!” she snapped with a burst of indignation. “You are so mean!” She only succeeded in making him laugh so she stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry, having nothing but childish retorts left. “Like you even actually would!”

She really didn’t like the look on his face when she said that.

°•. ♚ .•°

Two days later, as she was making one last clean sweep of the kitchen before bed, there was a knock at the door. A ghost courier was there, a neat black box in its hands. “Val of Ramshackle?”

The package signed for, she sat on the sagging couch and untied the silky ribbons that held the box together. Lifting the lid revealed another box, this one with a swirling typeface imprinted on it. The second box felt soft and velvety and entirely too luxurious to be in a place like Ramshackle. She opened it and tilted her head, looking at its contents with confusion. She couldn’t immediately tell what it was, lifting the deceptively hefty leather strap out and turning it in her hands to admire the golden buckle. It was lined with what appeared to be gold velvet and as she rubbed it she realized there was something stitched near the end. Tilting it in the light, her body stiffened when she finally made out the lion's head embroidered in the velvet. She flipped it, her breath coming in angry huffs, and only then saw the small lion’s head embossed on the leather right under the buckle.

It was a collar.

“That son-of-a-bitch!” She sprang to her feet, the box and the collar falling to the floor. She stormed out of the dorm, the door clattering shut behind her. She made it halfway to the main building before the cool night air cleared her head enough to make her stop.

No. She was going about this the wrong way. If she stormed into Savanaclaw to yell at him, he would only think it was funny. And that would just make her angrier. No, she needed to do something better. If he wanted to play, she’d play too.

°•. ♚ .•°

The next day was the start of the weekend, but as usual in Savanaclaw there was no rest for the wicked. It was Spelldrive practice first thing in the morning and as Leona made his way to the field he spotted a lone figure leaning against one of the pillars. She was facing away from him, her hair in loose waves down her back. Unfortunately her facing away from him also gave him the opportunity to notice how very snug her jeans were. “What’re you doin’ here?”

“I’m here to watch, obviously.” She didn’t turn to face him, instead continuing to scroll her phone until he reached her. She looked up at him then, a warm smile on her face as she reached up to loop her finger through the D ring on the collar. She’d gotten up early and spent a lot of time getting ready. Her lids were coated in gold shimmer and her eyes carefully lined with kohl. Gold earrings lined both ears, the lowest ones dangling to her collarbones so that no matter what the eye was drawn to her neck. It was absolutely worth it, because the moment Leona saw the collar his ears plastered back against his skull and he bit down on his bottom lip. It only lasted for a moment before he composed himself, but it was enough to supercharge Val right down to her toes. “Well?” she chirped cheerily when he still hadn’t moved several seconds later. “You gonna get out there or what?” He looked like he wanted to say something. At that moment he felt like he wanted to do something. Instead he walked away.

Forget winter, Val thought as she watched him go. War was coming.

#twisted wonderland #twst leona #twst oc #val #val is very much antagonistic AND awkward af she cannot win #Leona is really no better though so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#jokes on both of them if i have anything to say about it #which i do

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nctsplug02 · 3 years ago

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Hey!! Love all your work btw!

Can I request a fluff dad!Yuta scene, if you're okay with writing it ofc :)

Thanks, love youuu ❤

[10:10am]

genre: fluff

warnings: nothing but fluff

note: thank you, my love! ilyanon

after yuta woke his daughter up and got her ready for the day, he brought her to the mall where he said she could get anything she wanted.

pika was confused on why her mother wasn’t coming along on the mini date. “daddy? how come mommy isn’t coming with us?” yuta chuckles and glances at her through his rearview mirror. “cause it’s a daddy and pika day.” she giggles and just nods.

“now,” yuta says as they enter the mall. “where should we go to first?” pika hums and perks when a store comes into mind.

“let’s go get something to drink! can we get strawberry and banana smoothies again?” yuta nods and shakes her hand. “anything you want, princess.”

off the two went to the NEO smoothies shop. where they ordered two small cups of strawberry and banana smoothies.

“okay, we’ve got your toys now. is there anywhere else you wanna go, or do you wanna go home?” pika hums, her eyes wandering around until they stop at a nail salon.

she giggles and looks up at her dad. “can we go paint our nails, daddy?” yuta looks straight ahead of him and notices the hot pink salon shop. it was labeled “NEOs nail shop”.

yuta looks down at his daughter. “of course, we can.” with giggles, his daughter guides him to the shop. as they wait for someone to become available, they look on the walls to see bottles of nail polish neatly ordered by colors.

“daddy! daddy! can i get that purple?!” his daughter points up.

yuta reaches forward. “this one?” she shakes her head.

“this one?” no.

“this one?” yes!

yuta grabs the sparkly dark purple and keeps it in his palm. “do you wanna pick out daddy’s nail color?” she nods and looks up again. “daddy, is it okay if i pick the color pink out for you?” yuta nods.

she giggles to herself before pointing up. “that color will look pretty on you.” yuta reaches up and grabs the neon pink nail polish. “will it?” he squats down and shows her the color which she nods to.

it had been a whole six hours of yuta and pika spending a great daddy and daughter time together. you were able to sleep in which when you had woken up and saw the time, you were mad that yuta didn’t wake you up until you saw the note he left you;

“good morning, baby— or afternoon. i took pika out for a daddy and daughter day just so you could get your beauty rest and so you could sleep in. we’ll be home soon! love you, baby.

~ your asshole husband, yuta.

the two had arrived home and they saw you sitting on the couch with a bowl of ice cream in your lap as you watched your show.

“welcome home, my two favorite people!” you welcome them with open arms after setting your bowl down.

“mommy! can i show you what daddy bought me?!” she squeals in excitement while holding her bags in her hands. “oh, why, of course you can!” you gasp.

she brings in her bags to the living room while you catch up with yuta. “welcome home, baby.” you ruffle his hair while leaning in slowly.

yuta grins, leaning in and pecking your lips. “how was your sleep, gorgeous? still sore from last night?” you squint your eyes. “it was great, thanks to you.” you lean up and press another kiss in his lips.

“mommy! look! can i show you my toys, now?” you pat his chest and make your way to the living room where your daughter had neatly ordered her toys.

she jumps in excitement when seeing you. “okay! this froggy bear is named after you!” she says holding up the green frog plushie from build-a-bear. “after me?” you walk over and sit in front by her toys.

“mhm!” she squeaks. “the teddy is supposed to remind me of you whenever i feel sad or.. scared!” you coo and lean forward, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

your daughter spent half an hour telling you about her toys and what they meant and why she got it. she only stopped because she felt hungry in the middle and left to eat.

“while she’s gone.. i wanna show you what i got for you.” yuta says bringing two bags over to you. “me? i thought this was a daddy and daughter day?” he hands the bag off to you.

your eyebrows raise when seeing the gift he had brought you. “red wine laced panties— set, oh?” you say analyzing the several sets he had bought you. “yes,” he nods confidently. “just a little gift as an apology for ripping the other set last night.” his shoulders shrug up as he laughs.

“a little gift?? yuta, this is like.. $200 in total?! victoria secret isn’t cheap.” he shrugs this time, confused. “was cheap to me? and no, it wasn’t $200.. it was $650 and two cents.” you sigh with a grin on your face.

you set the gift aside and you stand up, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a long kiss. “thank you, i love it.” he laughs softly and kisses you again.

“you wouldn’t understand the struggle i felt when picking those out.” you place a hand on his chest. “why? you didn’t know my size?” he shakes his head with a smirk. “just.. kept getting hard when thinking how sexy you’d look in them.” you scoff while he laughs and pulls away.

“nakamoto yuta! you’re a dirty man!” you scold.

yuta smirks, hands pinching your waist. “and look,” he holds his hand out and shows you the pretty neon pink color on his nails. “me and pika got our nails painted. she got purple and she picked out pink for me.”

your jaw hangs ajar when seeing that his middle and ringer finger was painted with the bright color. “nakamoto yuta, you did not!”

yuta nods and brings his hands back to your waist and pulls you to him. “i did too.” when he goes in for a kiss, your daughter interrupts.

“okay!” she says while chewing down her food. “i’m ready again!” she says while jumping down onto the ground. “so this one— mommy, look, please?” she asks when your attention wasn’t brought to her.

“oh, yes. i’m sorry.” you gently push yuta and make your way to the ground. “it’s okay, mommy! so this one, it’s an otter! i got it because it reminds me of my favorite uncle! shotaro!” she squeals hugging the plushie.

you coo, brushing her hair back. “i love uncle shotaro. he always brings me ice cream.” her shoulders rise up in excitement.

#ash talks #nct smut #nctsplug02 #nct imagines #nct scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #kpop smut #nct 127 #kpop scenarios #nakamoto yuta smut #yuta x reader #yuta fluff #nakamoto yuta #yuta imagines #yuta smut #nct yuta #yuta angst #nct fluff

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intimidating-fettuccine · 2 years ago

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Hobo heart reaction if the reader gave him a pet frog to raise together

Yessssssssss this is the content I thrive on-

As I stated in a previous post, Hobo is absolutely obsessed with frogs. He thinks they're just about the cutest little animals in the entire world, he thinks they're so cool and nifty, and they're his favorite thing to the point of him buying clothing with frogs on it and other items with frogs on it because they make him so incredibly happy. So, needless to say, getting him ANYTHING frog related would make him incredibly happy.

When you end up telling him that you got him a little surprise, he's already terribly excited because oh my god his favorite person in the entire world got him something, and when you reveal that you got the two of you a pet frog I am not exaggerating this man is going to break down in tears, sobbing because he feels so happy and is so appreciative of it. He's really really incredibly excited about it, especially because the two of you are going to be raising it together. He gives you the honor of naming the little froggy, and he's going to treasure that frog with every single fiber of his being and love that thing to death and care for it to the best of his ability.

Whenever he holds the little frog it's so incredibly cute because he just holds it like he's holding the most valuable thing in the world, and to him he is, so he's always very gentle and loving with the frog. He loves just giving the frog little pats and rubs on his head with his finger, it makes him so incredibly happy and he gets this big smile on his face and lets out a bunch of little giggles and clings onto you it's adorable. I can also see him trying things like getting little hats for your frog for pictures and stuff, and when the little guy allows the hats to be placed on him Hobo gets so giddy he basically starts jumping up and down because he's so excited. He loves that frog so much and he talks to it every day, happy to have it, and he loves YOU so much for getting it for him. There's nobody else he'd rather share a pet with than you.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #hobo heart #hobo heart headcanon #hobo heart headcanons #hobo heart x reader

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cloud-9ine · 3 years ago

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Cable Shocks

⤷ pairing - denki kaminari x reader

⤷ fandom - bnha

⤷ warnings - slight angst, hurt/comfort, illness, exploitation

⤷ summary - you notice the other class 1-a students using denki’s quirk for their favours, and you catch him later paying the price

⤷ word count - 3.2k+

Denki Kaminari was a giver.

He gave his help, he gave his laughter, he gave his love, and recently, he was beginning to give himself, too.

It started off innocently: he showed the Class 1-A students his party trick- look at that, he can charge phones! After that, the others had regularly come to him in need of their devices being charged, or electricity constantly pumped into something that only he could provide. And Denki, being a giver, well, he never said no.

It didn’t matter to him that it would make him short circuit, it didn’t matter to him that they would laugh, it didn’t even matter to him that all he could taste every evening was acid.

Denki Kaminari was a giver, and he was prepared to give his life.

Your class common room was never empty. At any given time, there was always at least two of your classmates in there- no exceptions. If you wanted to make tea in the early morning, Iida and Yaoyorozu would greet you with beaming grins unbecoming of such an unnatural time. Alternatively, if you wanted to cry at 3 AM, you would lay your eyes on Tokoyami and Jirou plunged into the darkness, leaving you to wonder whether they were just acting off or if they were summoning a demon to curse those who have wronged them.

At this moment, Denki was sat on the centre sofa, three cables stuck between his teeth. Beside him sat Mina, eagerly chatting to Kirishima who sat opposite to her on a plush chair with Sero lounged over the arm of it. The three looked content, but you couldn’t help but notice the stiffness at which Denki was disposed, concentration knotting his brows as he worked on keeping the sparks flowing through the wires.

You slipped into the room, deciding on the space on the other side of Denki. The other occupants of the room gave you a quick hello before returning to their previous conversations. With the exception of Denki, obviously, who seemingly forgot his task the moment he heard your name mentioned. His eyes sparkled once he saw you, his head turning to the side as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Hey, Kaminari, you’re dropping the wires!” Sero snickered, eyeing up the way Denki looked down in alarm.

“Only 27%? Come on, I need more than that!” Mina whined, shoving the cables back into the spooked boy’s mouth. He looked at you apologetically, attempting to convey something with wild gestures that you couldn’t begin to comprehend. You laughed, patting the top of his head to quell his struggles.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just chill, yeah?” He paused, dropping his hands to his lap and nodding. You grinned, bumping your shoulder against his before pulling your phone out. Denki squinted at the object, as if it had personally offended him. Grinning, you shook your head.

“Fully charged. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” His expression softened, cheeks glowing a slight pink at your words. You shifted slightly to get more comfortable, ending up slumped against Denki’s side, who in return leaned into you.

“And so basically, I told him he was nuts, right?” The careless ramblings of Mina was enough to get you to relax, scrolling aimlessly through your friend’s Instagram posts. Ochako had posted a weirdly aesthetic picture of mochi, Midoriya had posted a picture of Ochako, Iida was posting about cyber-bullying, the works.

Being in physical contact with Denki while he was in charging mode, you noticed, made your hair float up like static electricity. You didn’t mind this, taking to flattening down your hair every once in a while during your relaxation. It was easy to let go with your classmates- the gentle lull of the voices of the others mixed with the pleasant buzz of Denki’s skin against yours made for a comforting experience that almost made you fall asleep.

“Hey dunce face!” Denki jumped at the sound of Bakugo’s voice, his elbow jutting into your side and forcing you to tense up. He didn’t seem to notice your subtle glare, however, as his attention was focused on the other boy that had slammed open the door (not that Bakugo seemed entirely angry today, but it was just his natural disposition that made every action of his aggressive).

“H-Hey bro! What’s up?” Bakugo didn’t respond to Kirishima’s words, further ignoring the similar muffled greeting that Denki managed to let out.

“I need this charged,” he grumbled, moving to Denki and shoving a fourth wire in his mouth. You frowned, eyeing up the two boys wearily. The screens of the current phones flashed, an indication that he wasn’t putting in enough charge. He gulped as Bakugo stomped back out the room, his eyes squeezing shut as he amped up the electricity.

As if a switch had been flipped, Denki’s blonde locks frizzed up before succinctly falling back down to his head. You stared at him, eyes widened as the wires dropped to the ground.

“Wheeeee!” His body fell into you, thumbs sticking out with a goofy smile painted onto his face. A small smile pushed passed your lips as you grabbed a pillow and placed it under his head just as he fell off your shoulder and into your lap.

“Oh my god! He’s buzzed out!” Mina cackled, grabbing her phone to snap a couple of photos as the others laughed.

“I love the guy, but my god is he dumb.” You bit your lip at Sero’s grin, angling Denki’s head away from the camera and raking your hands through his hair. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling his face into your stomach as he rambled about something to do with being okay. It was hard to understand him in this state.

“Come on guys, not cool.” You mumbled, using your sleeve to wipe away a bit of drool on Denki’s chin.

“Ah, cheer up (Y/N)! He does this all the time- it doesn’t matter!” Kirishima’s words made a pit coil in your stomach, nausea prickling your throat.

“It doesn’t matter. Leave him alone.” Mina rolled her eyes.

“God, it’s not a big deal. It’s his own fault, anyway.” You couldn’t help the annoyance that fuelled the glare in your eyes, but you pushed it down with a harder bite to the inside of your cheek. There was the burst of something metallic that tinged your tongue, but you ignored it.

“Come on, Denki. Let’s go,” said boy didn’t seem to recognise your words until you propped him up so you could stand up before pulling him off the sofa. Seemingly slightly resigned by your actions, Mina dropped her phone into her lap, looking away. This didn’t stop the other two from laughing, however, the volume of their cackles only increasing as Denki fell into your back.

With a groan, you shoved your shoulder into the door to open it and letting Denki clamber through. You painstakingly led him into his dorm room, redirecting him away from every wall he tried to run into and each piece of furniture he rammed into his abdomen. Your phone was blowing up with notifications, but you elected to ignore that as you made sure he didn’t hit his head as he fell onto his bed.

You wrote him a quick note and stuck it on his door, turning around to make one last check that he wasn’t going to kill himself the moment you stepped out the door.

Come find me when you’re back to normal.

“(Y/N)…” he whined, hands reaching out for you as he rolled onto his side, eyes sparkling once he saw you. You sighed, moving to brush a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” It didn’t seem like he quite understood what you said, but the compliant nod and shining smile was enough to convince you he would be okay.

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Froggi: He’s been doing that more lately

Invisibitch: Good! It’s so funny!

PinkCake: hes so cute <33

GreenCake: It’s interesting how Denki has been ‘buzzing out’ more, but I suppose if he’s been using his quirk more often outside of training he could be slowly building a resistance.

BoomBoomBoy: Shut up.

IidaTenya: I sure hope he is safe!

TapeMan: nah, (Y/N) got im

You didn’t see Denki for the rest of the day.

When you stirred from your sleep, it was still dark. You felt a warmth building below your skin that spurred you to strip of your blanket, allowing it to fall into a crumpled heap onto the floor before creeping out the room. In the dead silence of the night, each one of your footfalls sounded like a bang to a drum.

The common room was empty that night. You squinted through the darkness, feeling your way to the sink to pour yourself a glass of water. You stilled in the quiet for a moment, letting the movement settle as you took a sip. There was always a sort of ringing once it got quiet enough, a small reminder that despite the fact you were alone in the dark, there was still something going on.

Click.

At the end of the hall, a light turned on, the orange glow a stark contrast from the deep shadows that plagued the area. You heard a quiet shuffling, before a muffled gagging sound rang out.

Eyes widening, you rushed as quietly as you could down the hall, nearly crashing into the door as you shoved your way into the bathroom.

Hunched over the sink, chest racking with coughs and gags was Denki, his eyes teary as they struggled to focus on you. A dark substance, almost completely black if it were not for the slightest translucency, dripped from his parted lips and into the basin, clashing against the pure white marble.

You clapped a hand to your mouth, willing down the tears that welled in your eyes.

“Denki… what?” You choked out, voice hoarse from the dryness that stung your throat. Denki attempted to push himself up, hands trembling and knuckles white as he gripped the side of the countertop.

“(Y/N)…” his voice shook as he reached up to wipe his mouth, taking a step back from you in a vain bid to pass you and leave. You quickly snapped the door shut, no longer caring whether you woke anyone up.

Click.

Denki weakly chuckled at the look on your face. The lock. He closed himself into the corner of the room, pressing his back against the wall.

“Look, I’m fine-“ He was cut off by himself, lurching back over the sink and coughing up more of the liquid.

“What is that?” You questioned, silent horror pinching your features. He turned on the tap, filling his hands with water and washing out his mouth. Darting to the toilet- and struggling to move in such closed quarters- you balled up a handful of toilet paper and wiped his mouth. He leaned into your touch, skin emanating heat and covered by a thin sheen of sweat.

“Battery acid.” You felt your knees go weak.

“What?”

“It’s battery acid. The more I overuse my quirk, the more likely this stuff is to accumulate in my throat,” he looked away from your piercing gaze, “it’s okay, really.”

“What part of this is okay?” You spat, voice wavering. Denki winced at your tone, turning to washing his mouth out with more water, “Does it hurt?” He paused, and that was all the confirmation he needed.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, only the sound of running water interspersed the atmosphere. You reached over and turned it off, not acknowledging the shrill screech of the metal as you levelled Denki with an even stare.

“It’s from the charging.” He muttered, and your knuckles clenched.

“Of-fucking-course.” He cringed, a clammy palm feebly gripping your forearm. His eyes were desperate, frown twisting his expression into something you couldn’t bear to look at.

“Please, (Y/N), it’s okay,” he begged, a tear slipping out of his eye just at the same time you felt one trail down your cheek.

“It’s not okay, Denki. How long has this been happening?” He fell silent, and you could feel the anxiety coiling in the pit of your stomach.

“Four months.” In a split-second decision, you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your body into his. He nestled his face into your neck, hands coming to rest on your hips. Seemingly unable to keep it together any long, he crumbled, chest stuttering with every breath and his tears soaking the skin that was exposed by your nightshirt.

The silence of midnight began to creep in once again, only broken by the soft whimpers and sobs of the boy practically clutching onto you. You waited as long as you needed to until Denki had caught his breath, not counting the minutes yet painfully aware of each one as it passed.

“From now on, if someone asks you to charge anything, you say no, okay?” Denki frowned, rubbing away the tears in his eyes.

“I-“

“From now on, if someone asks you to charge anything, you say no, got it?” You spat, voice much firmer and tone a lot more sharp. He gulped, resigning to nodding with a sullen expression on his face.

“Are you good to go back to sleep? Or is there anything I need to do first?”

“It’s fine. You can go back now, don’t stay up for any longer.”

“I will do what I want, thanks.” you seethed, eyes glinting. Denki looked taken aback, glancing over your expression wearily.

“Uh…” “I am not going back to sleep unless you’re coming with me. You’re such an idiot-” you paused, “-but you’re my idiot, and there’s no way I’m letting the others treat you like this,“ you cupped his face, fingers pressing into pink cheeks as you angled his face to look at you, “if they want anything else from you, they have to go through me first.” Agape, he only nodded again, allowing you to grab his hand and pull him out the room.

Once he flicked the light off, the two of you were awash in darkness once again, but this seemed not to deter you. Rather, you traipsed across the corridor with a ridiculous amount of determination, only narrowly avoiding the various obstructions in the shadows.

“Here, let me light-“ Despite the little he could see, Denki could practically feel your burning glare. Bringing his hand down, he murmured an apology, musing in your little nod of satisfaction he could feel the motions of.

It only took you a few minutes to get to your room, pushing him inside and closing the door behind you. In spite of everything, Denki could feel heat rushing to his cheeks for an entirely different reason than his fever.

“(Y/N)?” He squeaked, hearing you fumble around the room yet not finding courage to stay anything but completely frozen.

“Yeah?” You questioned, voice low but feeling remarkably pleasant to his ears.

“This isn’t my room.”

“I know.”

“So why am I here?”

“Because I’m not leaving you alone. Come on, I’ve got the spare pillow.”

Denki currently didn’t have the energy to feel shame about the sparks excitement that welled up inside of him as he rushed to the sound of you getting on your bed. You held the blanket up for him, and he all but fell down next to you. The pounding of his heart was almost enough to distract him from the acrid burning of his throat.

You were warm, almost too warm as he shifted to be closer to you. Now that his eyes were getting adjusted, he could make out the expression on your face, eyebrows knotted in concern and eyes scanning all over him, as if searching for some sort of answer that he could only long to give you.

“I’m sorry.” He said it as if it meant anything. If it counted, he truly was. Denki didn’t want to make you worry- he wasn’t worth it. But that’s what you did. He would give too much, and you would worry tenfold.

It didn’t help that his eyes were still stinging and red-rimmed, or every once in a while a dry cough would tickle his throat. It didn’t help that he would wince every time he had to swallow, or that his palms were still clammy and he had to try to subtly wipe them on his shorts. It didn’t help that the pain almost became too much to handle, and he loved you too much to even lie about it.

He loved you- of course he did. How could he not? It was you. You, who stared at him with such adoration, even though he knew you were pissed off. You, who stood up for him even to his friends. You, who worried for him the first time he was buzzed out, and a thousand times later, still stayed with him and ran your fingers through his hair when he was barely conscious.

He watched your eyes strain to stay open, to keep watching him as he was watching you. Finally, they fluttered shut, your breathing evening out as you shuffled closer to him.

You, who got up in the middle of the night to protect him from himself.

He tucked your head under his chin, wrapping his arms around you waist with a gentle sigh. Under the cover of darkness, he confessed this. His words fell on deaf ears, but he couldn’t find it in him to care.

You, who, unlike anyone else, was determined to make him stop giving.

He couldn’t help but fall asleep, the sound of your soft breathing and the gentle rise and fall of your chest like a lullaby willing his eyes to close, comforted by the presence of your figure cuddled to his chest.

Denki Kaminari was a giver. And if there was anyone worth giving anything, it was you.

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Bakugo was not expecting to start his day in a chokehold.

It had started off innocently, Denki was playing a game on his phone, smug grin on his face, you were napping next to him, and the other losers he called his friends were on the sofas, eyes wide and backs straight. Sure, you could say he questioned the strange way his friends were acting, but he didn’t particularly care.

“Pikabitch, I need my phone-“

Bakugo prided himself on his quick instincts, but you were quicker.

In a second, your arm was wrapped around his throat, face dark and pressure increasing through his gasps.

“Say one more fucking word and you’re dead.” You growled, Bakugo’s fingers gripping your arm in a vain attempt to release himself from your hold, “Got it?” The blonde just managed to nod, coughing out once your arm withdrew from his neck. You settled back in your place beside Denki, sending him another sharp glare before returning to your nap.

Bakugo could only stare wide eyed, not quite sure what happened. All he could gather was that Denki was now off limits, and the others seemed to realise that too, if them cringing was anything to go by. With a gulp, he stormed out the common room.

Now he had to go get his charger.

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years ago

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After all, Moon is just a rock without Sun.

Trigger warning: Mentions of failed attempt suicide, blood and hospital, Angst.

It’s a chirpy day. Though, there are grey murky clouds in Y/N's apartment and she doesn’t know from where all of it came from, but this is the end.

She badly wants this to be an end.

She stares the brown envelope sitting at her nightstand and all of it comes crashing upon her tiny head and drowning her into depths and sorrows and guilt and agony of her past and present, reminiscing the cracks of happiness she got here and there.

Her breath shudders. The excitement of valentines day glittery outside and she smiles, happy for everyone out there getting to be loved and cherished and pampered.

She gets all of that too – with Harry she gets to pool into all of the giddiness but —- there always buts with Harry because she isn’t his person, she never was.

He’s always gonna be her true bezzy as he describes in true Harry fashion.

She’s grateful for that.

But, she thinks it’s enough for her. She has reached where everyone human wants to – getting to feel loved after many hardships and now when she has enjoyed it and got to know what it feels like to have it all -- she thinks it’s time for her to go.

To get rid of the loneliness that resides inside her, she was never able to overcome and she pinches the blade in between her fingertips and bunches Harry’s hoodie towards her nose smelling it and it warms her heart, it warms every part of her and she really really thinks that the apology in that letter will be enough for him to move on.

She whimpers. Staring blankly as the blade inches into the thin skin of her wrist slowly and painfully and to make it less painfully she tears her delicate skin apart in one swipe and bites down a cry, putting the blood coated life taking thing on the couch and stands up a bit wobbly letting the thick dark droplets fall on the carpet.

She walks towards her bed and flumps into white sheets. Eyelids fluttering and lips parted shallow and they snap open upon the beep of her notifications and when she looks at it – a sad sob tugs out of her lungs.

She lays on her side not focusing the way blood seeps into white sheets and spreads like roots, making a horrific past of her tragedy. Instead, she keeps on watching the video Harry sent to her with hooded tired eyes and a beautiful peaceful smile.

Snuggles into sheets that smells like sunnies and peonies and the cinnamon musk he wears.

His skin soft and curls bouncy and everywhere, his gorgeous face on display and his dimples coveting adorably as he tries to hover the camera at the tray of red velvet cupcakes just as she likes, “Look ducky made cupcakes f'you – two batch in total —--,” She really wants to know for whom the other batch is for but she just shakes her head and giggles wetly, letting her tear tickle her nose when he pouts and shows her the frosting, “Ruined the tops – tried to make frogs on it —-- remember you asked me to? I still’ve some naked ones we could try some froggies on it later —---- .....” His words spins soothingly in her brain and her blurry gaze fills with panicked tears; because she just realised that this isn’t what she wants.

What did she do?

Oh my goodness what did I do?

It’s late and I can’t go back and I’m really gonna miss Sparkly and he'll be so sad to see me like this, but it’s too late Y/N – her heart thumped and it jumps when something pounded loudly and it’s her head maybe.

Harry waits at the door. His grin big and gleeful. He jumps on his toes a bit and he couldn’t believe he's about to do it today, but no matter what happens he’s gonna confess to her and he frowns a tad when no response comes from inside – not even the hum of her sweetness and the prattle of her steps --- there's eerie silence and Harry doesn’t like that.

He waits and ponders over. Then sighs and was about to retreat back but he knows that he’s too lazy to walk all the way back and come back again, so he shimmies her door's key from under her lavender pot.

When he stumbles inside he grins seeing his sleepy head –-- snoring in broad daylight, his ears perking at his own voice echoing through the speaker of her phone and it makes his heart flutter and he has this evil plan to bounce on her mattress and annoy the shit out of her.

But.

When he comes to stand over her and his eyes falls over the bloody sheets and her wrist cut open, her body limp and lifeless – her cheeks soaked with tears and her mouth gasping for oxygen his grin falls drastically into a frown as he went blank for a moment.

Nothing.

Just pitch darkness.

His heartbeat drops.

His breath getting sucked out of his lungs and he feels like fainting.

The white noise that stings his ears and the heart that stopped working a second ago revives back and he wished it didn’t – the tray falls from his trembling hand onto the floor and he’s turning her over and his tears are falling from his throat down to her skin and he’s tripping on his knees and cradling her face trying to jostle her unconscious body.

“Baby ---.. wake up please ....” He weeps and tries to shake her with all the frailness he was left with and he's despising how her usual glowy skin is getting paler by every moment.

She isn’t his Y/N. She'd never do it without giving a second thought for him because she cares about him and he screams hoarsely trying to lift her up and into his chest to hug her – but everything has got so heavy for him.

He's feeling so small.

So helpless and vulnerable.

“Baby!!! I said wake up, pet --- s'not fair ---... y’ve to —- y've t'.... brought – brought you yer favourites .. now don’t be mean and open yer eyes, I know you’re teasin’ me.” He has officially lost it. He thinks he’s going crazy and hallucinating things – trying to avoid the reality.

He cries patting her cheek and his breath hitches in his throat when he plants his ear to her chest and there’s feeble thump of her heart.

He’s lunging quick and picking her up in his arms and squeezing her protectively to himself, slipping outside through her door in rush and panic – her head bobs and her wrist dangles from his forearm as he doesn’t wait for elevator and flies down the stairs with shouts for people to fuck themselves away and breaking every speed limit to reach hospital.

His grip on her hoodie loosens with each step they take towards the ER and he pleads them to let him in but the doctors pushes him out of the flapping doors and he’s tumbling back and onto the tiled floor, almost straining his ankle in attempt.

They told him she’s okay. But, needs a good rest since she lost alot of blood and visitors aren’t allowed –-- before five hours so he waits – he waits alone and with dire pain just to get a single glimpse of her and asking the doctors again and again if she’s okay.

Next he knows the sun is leaving him and he’s left in company of darkness before his friends are surrounding him – comforting and consoling him.

He doesn’t need it. Because, he isn’t feeling anything. He’s numb to his stomach and when they look down at him in sympathy – everything comes churning in his throat and he’s pushing everyone away and tumbling towards the washroom sliding against the floor knees first and throwing inside the bidet with loud groany noises.

He feels like all of his organs will come out and spurt infront of him at this point.

He tries to grab onto something and almost falls back, walks on his wobbly legs towards the sink and splashes water harshly on his face that it hurts.

His eyes struck at himself in the mirror and he can’t recognize himself ... his eyes hollow and his skin crumbled and his flimsy shirt sticking to his chest from dried blood and he doesn’t give a fuck unless his baby is alright and he’s griping the edges of the sink hunching forward as more cries squelches out of him.

He doesn’t wipe the tears away and when walks outside Sarah is rushing to help him but he’s gesturing her to stop and falling on the bench. Throwing his head against the wall and his chest heaves as he mutters gaining everyone's attention, “She almost died ...”

“She’s okay now, H.” Luna tells him but he kisses his teeth and grunts angrily.

“No. No, you don't get it!! She. Is. Not.” He pushes the heels of his palms against his sockets and rubs them in frustration, “I was the only one she got ‘n –-- I wanted to make her feel loved not — fuck, I failed her. I failed the only person that matters to me, ‘course I lacked somethin’ s'why she didn’t tell me what was goin' on with her.” Fresh tears brims at his lashes and Sarah squeezes his shoulder.

“When I saw her all blue ‘n bloody, was so scared to even touch her ---... thought I died at that mo' ‘s worse than dyin' Sarah ... watchin' ye’loved one slip from yer life ‘n – ‘n that you’ll never have ‘em again —--...” He stutters and runs his palms down his face.

“I’m in so much pain watchin' her suffer on that ventilator ...” His bottom lip wobbles and he rocks back and forth on the bench, hair falling in his eyes but he doesn’t do anything to push them back.

Luna doesn’t have a heart to give him that letter. Not knowing how he’ll take it considering he’s already broken to pieces and dust, lingering on bit of a hope.

But, when the nurse comes and tells them their time is over and only one person could stay with Y/N, Luna's handing the letter to Harry leaving him confused and frowning.

Though, he’s glad when they let him inside the room and a shiver runs down his spine upon seeing thick tubes pricking and poking the delicate skin of his ducky.

Her unconscious body looks peaceful and halo like and it’s scary.

He doesn’t make a noise. Tries to be as quite as possible and bites down at his lip to avoid from tearing up but he ends up so, caressing her flushed cheek and kisses her temple feeling her light breath hit his neck.

“’M so sorry, ducklin'. I’m baby. Fo' being late in everythin’ ....---” He sniffles. Wiping at his nose and sits beside her as close as he could – feathering his finger pads at her knuckles and flinches back when the finger she has a heart rate monitor on twitches and he’s afraid that he hurt her.

He keeps on watching her not blinking an eye and when he couldn’t sleep he takes a look at the letter sitting in his lap.

He shakes his head and ignores it. Then his trembly fingers are opening it and raising it infront of his eyes and he recognizes the writing right away and it makes him whimper pathetically.

He recites the words. Not able to feel the moisture ticking down his throat, the pet name she used to call him rattling in his brain and he remember the night they met – he can never forget that night.

Dear Sparkly, I know you’ll be very grumpy and angry with me when you’ll get this letter -- but, it’s okay. Yeah? I’ll be looking at you from above don’t worry —-- so you better not be silly with yourself.

And he could imagine her sweet eyes getting all big and concerned.

I just wanted to let you know that I love you. I’ve loved you .... since that night when you were sitting at those steel stairs opposite to the rooftop of the vacant building I was sitting at and you eyed me peculiarly when I stood at the edge waving at you – just because you had your earphones plugged but you weren't wearing them --- it was cute because you were too engulfed, staring at the moon.

He’s baffled that she remembers the smallest detail. Harry wasn’t feeling very well and came to that empty rooftop to relax, only to get interrupted by a cute girl.

She trailed behind him like a ducklin' after that -- as if she got the cute orange beak to chatter his anxiousness away.

I want you to be careless and free and never feel like you’re struck inside your own body and I want you to love -– to make sure you feel loved.

I hope that you’ll have someone with whom you could gaze at moon for hours, listening to Beatles together sharing one headphone (I hated them by the way) and when they sit beside you, it feels like they’re the moon -– like they glimmer your insides, when you touch them it’s all heavenly and pretty and it makes you feel loved and jittery.

His heart clenches into fist and clots at that and he bites the inside of his cheek.

Heartbroken.

Sad.

Terribly sick.

He isn’t liking it reading it. He’s hating it infact. He was about to stop. Tear it in pieces and dump it in trash. But, then again he couldn’t.

Because Harry. I’m not your moon. I’m the sun. That’d irritate you and you’d never be able to look at it with full heart eyes –-- I’m too hot for you, pun right there. My touch will burn you instead of filling you with jitteriness. You’d wait for me to go and yearn for the moon to come back --- Always on your toes because everything becomes too much of a heat for you and I don’t want that –- I love you but that doesn’t mean I’ll take you down with me.

I’m not that selfish, Harry.

I love you and I was too embarrassed to tell you this in person.

I hope you forgive me.

Yours Sun.

He’s cornered up and sobbing into his elbow, as the paper written with her whole soul hangs from the tips of his fingers and he takes a look at her with cloudy eyes and digs his nails into his knees.

He hiccups jumping forward and towering her when she stirs with a whine and Harry’s cupping her cheeks, “Oh my ...,” He’s pressing the button to call the nurses and doctors and gives her an eskimo kiss before pulling away and examining her closely.

Her eyes are pink floods of tears and humiliation. Even though they’re unaware of her presence and exhausted.

Her lips chapped as she rolls her tongue to mumble some words, “’m sorry ...” She whimpers as her arm shoots with pain and Harry’s shaking his head, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Shhh. Shh. Baby ducky, ‘s okay. Tell me you’re okay, please tell me you’re not leavin’ me again.” She slip shuts her eyes and nods. She’s weak and frail. Even if the doctors checked her and made her drink some fluids she’s still not able to move without Harry’s assistance.

She has her eyes closed. Head sunk into pillow and they flutter when Harry speaks, in the most softest voice and draws circles on her knee while doing so.

“I love you.” He croaks out. Gulping down the bulk choking him alive and she stares him, her heart pausing for a bit and his eyes widen seeing the monitor going weird and it makes her cheeks heat up.

Embarrassed she looks away and Harry takes her chin between his fingers and gazes her with profound intensity and fondness.

“You’re my sun. You’re. I bask in yer warmth and y’make me feel warm everywhere, it oozes from me every pore in adoration and love. Even when you don’t appear I feel your presence and the clouds could never be pink without ye' ‘n my skies would never be cherubic if it’s not you my darling —... I gaze moon only for Sun to peek from the hues and I always wait fo’ ye’ —-- always gonna be there on that rooftop counting the seconds you shine up my world.” His fingers shaky as he slips it between her palms lingering to get relief from her touch and she sniffs, blinking the tears away accepting him and kissing the inside of his palm.

“After all, Moon is just a rock without Sun.” He whispers and that was enough for her to close the distance between them and place her cold lips against his and he embraces her tenderly -- pecking her upper lip twice then kissing her whole mouth to whisk out all his love into it and her fingers brushes over his jaw muttering against his taffy lips.

“I love you. Even when I was dying all I could think about was ye'sparkly -- but it was too late and I was aware of how much pain you were in but it felt like I was struck inside a cage —---...” She rambles. Coughing when it hurts her throat and Harry shushes her kissing her hair gently and mutters against them – smoothing his palm down her back to calm her down.

“You’re ‘ere. In me arms is what matters.” He keeps her face tucked under his chin and keeps on pecking her skin.

“’M g'na take care of you, baby.”

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sunflowerdaisybee · 3 years ago

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hello again lovely author! im here yet again to request another fic because im too lazy to write myself! may i request another continuation to the cc!karlnapity series, where them and reader all go bowling and reader ends up spraining his wrist because he has weak arms? and then all the boys give him cuddles afterwards because ow wrist hurty -froggy

Let me tell you this, a sprained wrist hurts so bad, I sprained mine like two months ago and it still gives me constant wrist pains :(, but this request was still super cute like always <3

Summary: You get hurt bowling so the boys all help in their own ways

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Karlnapity X Reader

Pronouns: intended as male but can be read as other

[A/n]: Requests are open

Bowling was meant to be fun, especially when you were bowling with your three goofy boyfriends. And for a while it was fun, but with your weak arms, something bad was bound to happen. You had gone to roll the ball and somehow messed up bad enough to hurt your wrist.

The ache was horrendous, bad enough to make you drop the ball and whine at any movement of the appendage. All three boys were quick to rush over to you, all asking a million questions, only making the situation more stressful.

"Guys please, one at a time." All three boys immediately stopped talking, panicking silently at your distress.

"I think it's sprained, it hurts like hell but I don't think it's broken." Quackity was the first to snap out of his silence.

"Let's go home and put some ice on it, we've also got some ace bandage that we can use to wrap it." You nodded and began to head back to your area, grabbing your things and going to exchange your shoes. Karl had opted to carry your things for you, saying that he didn't want you to stress yourself and make your injury worse.

The car ride home was stressful for everyone, you were cradling your injured wrists in your lap with Karl sat beside you. Every few minutes he would ask how badly it hurt, he was simply worried about how you were doing.

Sapnap was in the front passenger seat and Quackity was driving. Sapnap would occasionally glance back, asking how you were doing. Quackity was focused on driving so he only checked on you when at a red light or stop sign.

The four of you quickly arrived at Karl's house where all of you were staying. Quackity parked the car and then ran to unlock the door, rushing for the first aid kit. Karl and Sapnap carried in everyone's things while you followed after Quackity.

Quackity found the first aid kit but he had never wrapped a sprained wrist before. Thankfully Sapnap knew what to do so he offered to do it and Quackity said he'd go get ice. Karl was nowhere to be found.

"How badly does it hurt?"

"It hurts a little less than earlier, but it's still super sore." Sapnap nodded, taking your wrists gently in his to begin wrapping it. By the time he had finished wrapping it and you two had left the bathroom, Quackity had finished getting ice and wrapping it up for you.

"Has anyone seen Karl?" You glanced around the living room and kitchen trying to locate the missing boyfriend.

"I'm in here!" All three of you turned and walked into the bedroom, finding Karl on his bed, surrounded by fluffy blankets, pillows, stuffies, and snacks.

"C'mere, come cuddle." He patted the bed before opening his arms, motioning for a hug. You and the other two were quick to join him, all crawling in and cuddling into each other's arms.

"What movie do you guys wanna watch?"

"Can we watch Breakfast Club?"

"Of course!"

"Yay! Thanks, I love you guys."

"Love you too." "We love you too." "Love you too goofball."

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giant-sketches · 5 years ago

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Happy birthday @gentlegiantdreamer!!! You are such a wonderful and inspiring person to me and I hold you dear to my heart! So for your birthday I made you this art and wrote you a little story to go along with it. I wish you a day full of fun and love! There is also a speedpaint!

I hope you can feel the effort I put into this and long hours of work too. I hope you and everyone enjoys my interpretations of Lilypadton and enjoy the story. Disclaimer: Almost Drowning/Cussing/Pain/Shouting/Monster Transformations

Word Count: 1746

At the start Patton was very active after his first transformation as Lilypadton. That may have been due to him going about the day believing it was a one time deal, but that wasn’t the case. From time to time the other sides would catch glimpses of his skin turning green around his hands and dark patches appearing on his neck. However, whenever the subject was brought up with the moral side he’d brush it off as a trick of the light or some kind of baking material he missed in his clean up. They all knew better though, especially his boyfriends Janus and Virgil.

“We need to go talk to him….TODAY!” Janus was pacing around Virgil’s room with his arms crossed, expressing his impatience with his partner.

Virgil thought it best to give Patton space, but his changes were becoming more frequent. Now things were even worse as their cutie had locked himself in his room for the past two days.

“I know you wanted to give him space, but now he’s trapped himself in his room. We’re the only ones on this side of the mindscape that can help him through this.” Janus hissed and cursed himself for not doing something sooner.

“Please calm down Jan.” Virgil got up from his bed to hold his boyfriend. “It’s going to be alright. Let’s go see him now and tell him about what’s happening to him.” He paused in thought. “Though, I never thought we’d ever have this kind of discussion with him honestly. To think he was like us this whole time.”

Janus touched his scaled face and looked at Virgil with soft eyes. “Are you going to show him? You know how h-” “Yeah I know...but I have to. It wouldn’t be fair for me to hide it when he’s going through something ten times worse.” Janus kissed Virgil’s cheek to reassure him.

Both left the room and slowly made their way to Patton’s door. Virgil tried the door knob, still locked. “Patton? Sweetpea we’ve come here to see how you are doing. Can you let us in, please?” Silence...no wait there was some kind of groaning sound coming from behind the door. “G-go away…” Was that Patton just now? It sounded like he was gurgling water while trying to speak.

“We can’t do that! We have something important to talk-or show you!” Janus looked to Virgil nervously. The former dark side nodded his head as Jan’s nails grew out to a point and sliced the doorknob off. “Excuse the intrusion.”

Both stepped into a darkened and rather humid room. Thankfully, both of them could see in the dark. In the corner they spotted Patton curled up and shaking, facing the wall. He visibly showed signs of changing with his green tinted skin and dark patches all over his arms and neck. “Pat?”

Startled, Patton sprang to his feet and turned to face them. They gasped at how their little buddy appeared taller now, his eyes now distinctly like a frog’s, and his hair showed faded tips of green. His eyes were filled with tears as he had to look down at his friends. He felt like a monster!

“No, no please….you have to LEAVE!” Patton’s voice croaked and boomed as he shot up another 10 feet and banged his head on the ceiling with a loud thunk. He groaned as he fell to his hands. The tears intensified as water seeped from the cracks in the wall and began flooding the room.

“Shit! Hold on to me!” Virgil clung to Janus for dear life as they quickly rose to the ceiling with the increasing water level. Patton was down below still weeping and expanding. His form pressing up against every nook and cranny of his tiny room. “Patton! Patton please! You need to stop crying or we’re going to- gurrglrrglr”

Time was up. The water had now completely filled the room as Janus and Virgil started sinking. Luckily, their froggy friend heard their pleas and snapped out of his distress. Quickly he expanded the room, changing it’s form as he scooped up the two tenderly in his webbed hands. With a kick of his strong legs Pat breached the surface. The room was now a large pond with only a small island in the center. The sun was warm and there was the sound of life all around them, but this was no time to relax.

“Virgil? Janus? Oh my gosh please, you have to be okay kiddos! Please!” Patton begged for his sweethearts to be okay as he set them on the soft grass. He poked at their stomachs as gently as he could.

*Cough* *Cough*

Oh thank goodness! Both were hacking up small volumes of water as they gasped for air, sweet-sweet air! “Patton?” Their vision was foggy from nearly drowning as they tried to focus on the green blob in front of them. Virgil raised up his arms, “A-are you okay?”

“What do you mean am I okay?! Are you okay? You two almost drowned b-because of me!” The big softie was on the verge of tears once again as he leaned in to nuzzle his dark darling with his nose.

“Woah...how big are you Patty?” Virgil giggled. He definitely wasn’t expecting to be cuddled by a gentle green snout of all things. “We’re okay Pat. Just a bit out of breath and-” Janus shivered, he had gotten too cold.

Virgil noticed as he escaped from Patton’s schnoz and immediately started cuddling up to his scaly boyfriend to warm him up. Pat climbed up onto the island, but at his current size of 100 feet he covered the majority of it as he scooped them up in his hand to hold them both closer to the sun. Jan was thankful for this as he hissed happily. His cold blood started to run warm again.

“Thank you darling! The numbness is fading now.” He lifted himself up to look at Patton with a warm expression. “Wow, look at you Pat.” “Yeah, Mr. Green right here.” They both joked to cut the tension. Patton laughed along with them as the ground shook, causing ripples in the water. His size really was something to behold. Still, their joy was cut short, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have bottled up my emotions like that and hidden away. You two could have gotten seriously hurt.”

“Oh Patty! We understand…w-we have something to tell you.” Virgil looked to Janus hoping he would start. “That’s right Patton, Virgil and I have both gone through what you’re experiencing right now. Okay, maybe not the exact same thing, but something similar.”

Patton was surprised. “W-what do you mean?” Janus smiled flashing his fangs, “I’m sure you’ve already noticed my face, but have you ever wondered why it looks like this?” Pat shook his head, he always thought it’d be taboo to ask about. “It’s because of my monster side.”

Monster side?! What was that? Patton was obviously confused as Virgil spoke up, “Mhm...Janus, Remus, and I...we all have a monster side to us. Janus doesn’t hide his like I do though and Remus is always shifting so it just seems ‘normal’ for him. It was a huge surprise when yours was revealed. Honestly, I never thought you’d be like us Pat.” Virg was feeling anxious as he kept his head down while talking.

“B-but you’ve never looked like Janus at all Stormcloud. What does your monster side look like?” Damn...that was a question he really wanted to avoid. “Guess there’s no use hiding it anymore huh? B-before I show you, you have to promise me you won’t freak out...okay Pat?”

Virgil looked so serious as he stared at Patton. What was he so worried about? “Awe kiddo, you know I’d never be scared of you! I love you too much!” He beamed a smile that put the sun to shame at them as Virgil sighed feeling a bit more relieved. “Alright.”

Concentrating, he closed his eyes as eight pitch black spider legs spread out from his back starting from the spine. He winced in pain, it’d been a long time since he last transformed. A pair of sharp mandibles poked out from the corners of his mouth; four slits opened up underneath his cheeks in pairs, each containing a solid black eye with a hint of purple.

“Aaaahhhh!!!” Suddenly, Virgil screamed lightly in pain as the transformation came to end with his new set of fangs and claws growing to a point. Janus caught him as he slumped over, huffing from exhaustion. Weakly, he looked up to Patton trying his best to smile.

Patton was mortified as he watched Virgil writhe in pain in his hand. When it all finally came to an end he was looking eyes wide at a big black spider...fuck! His heart was racing as he tried to not physically throw his boyfriend into the pond. Wait! That’s right this was his little sweetie, his Stormcloud, Prince of Darkness, etc. There was no need to be so scared...he gulped as he reached down to stroke his loves face.

Oh! He was still so soft and honestly his spider legs kind of tickled. The fear in his heart dissolved instantly. Patton giggled at how nervous he was only moments ago as he pressed them both to his cheek. “So I’m not alone after all.”

God, Virgil was instantly healed by his Sweetpea’s warmth. He hugged into the green flesh happily. “Of course not Patton, we’ll both always be here for you!”

“I’m so happy right now! You two are the best boyfriends in the whole wide world!!!”

Patton slid into the pond once more as he laid on his back. He kissed his cuties to his plush lips and then placed them right on top of his chest as he floated along the water. All the while they laughed and smiled at their giant lovers' touch.

“This new form is scary, but at long as I have you two I think I’ll be okay.”

“We love you Patton and we’ll always love you no matter what you are.”

The couple laid on Pat’s chest as tiny frogs hopped up from the lily pads to play with them as they enjoyed their time together. All content in knowing that each of them had a little cute monster inside of them that made them special.

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fan-art-ic · 4 years ago

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Don't Stop Here

She's back. Anne is really back on Earth. She can hardly believe it.

(Picks up immediately after the episode ends) (ao3 link in reblog)

Anne can hardly believe it. Cars honked around her and every breath is heavy with unnatural smog. She meets eyes with a human stranger, who lifts a phone very quickly and stares bug-eyed at her. Not at her, no, at her family. She turns to Hop-pop, Sprig, and Polly, all scratched, bruised, tired, afraid, and looking at her with trust in their eyes. Hop-pop croaks and coughs and Anne notices her frog family's skin is graying. She has to get them out of here. Off the hood of the car, over five lanes of traffic, hopped over the guardrail, down the hill, through a sparse copse of trees, to the sidewalk under the bridge and-

"Anne?" A pink hand tugs on her wrist. "Anne, stop. Please." Her feet stumble to a stop and her socked foot lands on something sharp and cutting and she gasps.

"Anne!"

Two sets of hands catch her torso, and she faintly feels a wet touch pulling at her ankle. Her family carefully let her down, so she lands heavily on her butt instead of her nose. Anne's next breath is a punch of air and her lungs brighten with pain as she loses control of her inhales and exhales. Her eyes hurt and burn. When she wipes a dirty hand across her face, she winces as hot tears and snot sting her injuries. A light weight settles onto her back and rubs in a circular motion. Anne clings to the sensation. Between sputtering breaths, she begins to hear. "-in...and out...in...and out," Hop-pop's soothing, raspy voice repeats and then she can hear Sprig humming. It's a song Wally wrote about a silly snail getting lost and he had sung it at her Frog of the Year party. A laugh bubbles up into a sob and Anne reaches out her arms to pull all three of them close.

"I love you guys," she chokes out, and Polly pats her cheek.

"We love you too, Anne," says the polliwog, normally so energetic now wrung out and too bright-eyed. She needs to pull herself together. Anne releases her grip and her family takes a step back. She runs her hands through her hair and shakes her head, dust and dirt and surprisingly long twigs falling to the broken concrete.

"Alright, froggy fam," she begins, "I'm going to take you to meet my human fam." Sprig whoops, but he's clearly flagging.

"Yay!..."

Anne grimaces and looks at Hop-pop. The old, orange frog meets her gaze steadily, but she can tell how much he is missing his cane. "Hop-pop, you got Polly, I got Sprig?" He nods. "Alright. Let's make our way to the highway, follow along till we hit an exit, follow that till we hit town, figure out where we are, call my parents. Sound good?" No one protests and Anne helps Sprig up to her shoulder as Hop-pop collects Polly.

They're maybe ten minutes into their walk, and every step is a jolt to her nervous system. Her skin feels prickly, her jaw too tight, her muscles ache like never before. The pressure of her Newtopian breastplate, once reassuring, weighs her every step like a lodestone. The heron-leather straps pinch at the underside of her arms. Sprig's cool, damp skin is refreshing against the back of her neck, but it's not slimy enough and it concerns Anne. She bites her lip and tries to time her steps so that her sneaker hits the rocks and roots, while her socked-foot hits bare earth. She isn't always successful, and everything is starting to throb. Her temples pulse loudly in her head and her knees are weak and her mouth is parched.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, Polly..." Hop-pop murmurs behind her. She can't see him, but she hears the dragging footsteps crunch the dry grass and the low comfortings of the grandfather to the polliwog. A stabbing pain shoots through her chest, and Anne forces her legs into a march. Focuses on the act of raising her thigh, swinging her calf forward, shifting her weight, repeat ad infinitum.

In seventh grade health class, there had been only one day dedicated to 'mental health issues' and something mentioned was meditative breathing. In multiple P.E. classes, Anne heard the teachers talk about making sure to breath while exercising. One, two, three. In. One, two, three. Out. Anne can do this.

The clouds parted a bit as they walked and the sun is nearly blinding Anne, as she squints at the sign. DALY STREET EXIT, it read in giant white text on green. Okay, so now they can get out of the weird in-between highway area they've been hiking. She points at it. "This way."

Something is mumbled behind her back.

"Huh?" She stops to turn and looks at Hop-pop. "What's up?" The elderly frog's face is twisted in a very non-confidence inspiring way.

"Well...Anne, I can't help but notice you don't have your backpack. Or...or your phone. So-" All Anne could hear was a piercing, ringing sound. Her hands clenched and unclenched.

"Right," says Anne, interrupting whatever the old frog had been saying. "Right. I don't have my backpack or phone." She blinks rapidly and Hop-pop's brow furrows deeper grooves. Her fingernails dig grooves of equal depth into her palms. "Okay, so," she claps her hands and ignores Sprig and Polly startle, "we will keep going. We will find someone kind and nice who will be willing to call my parents. End of plan."

"Great plan," Sprig yawns in her ear, and she can't help the yawn in return. It stretches her neck muscles and she yawns again for good measure. Polly yawns, then Hop-pop, then her and Polly at the same time. They all smile and the moment of brevity gets the family going again, the plan -no matter how little Anne believes in it herself- solidly in mind and the goal spurring them on. Not too much further now.

The sign for 7-11 flickers and there is a closed down Redbox sitting stoutly next to a ash-tray/trash can. The ad in the window advertises Berry Glam Blitz Bomb and a two for four hotdogs sale. Her stomach rumbles.

Her family is crowded together outside the storefront, and Anne doesn't know what to do. She's loathe to leave the Plantars by themselves, but maybe the cashier won't be the most cynical soul in Los Angeles. Then the frogs won't go under the risk of wandering the streets, talking to strangers. She can't bring them in though, what if the employee freaks out (like...any reasonable person confronted by talking frog people would). A clammy, orange hand taps her arm twice. She looks down.

"We'll be okay for five minutes, Anne," reassures Hop-pop. "Hand me Sprig." She doesn't hand him Sprig so much as the pink frog melts off her back and flops down next to his grandfather, but either way transfer successful. Okay now it's just time to interact with a human who isn't one of her two childhood best friends. She can't be totally out of practice right?

Marcy's eyes had been so wide when she died. Her pretty, dark brown eyes glittering from the light of Andrias' sword. From the flashing blue of the portal home. From tears.

Anne swallows roughly and steps toward the entrance. She scolds herself when the self-automated doors startle her, and she glances around the store. Someone tall and bald by the coolers, someone on the phone in the back, besides them and Anne the place is empty. Well, and the cashier. She approaches the register before she can one-eighty out the stupid doors, and she clears her throat. The cashier, a young guy with bright green and black hair and a name tag reading 'Jared', looks up from his phone.

"Hey-o, ready to check out?"

"Um, no actually," Anne starts and stops. What is she supposed to say? "I...dropped my phone and it cracked badly," she lies. "I was supposed to meet up with my mom but I can't get the dang thing to turn on." She laughs, short and high-pitched, rubbing her neck. "Is there like, a store phone I could borrow to call her?"

Jared raises his eyebrows. "No, there isn't a store phone. If you buy something I could exchange dollars for quarters, I think there's a phone booth near here." The lights are buzzing really loudly, Anne notices. She takes a deep breath.

"Sorry, that doesn't work. Could I borrow your phone?" She sees how the older guy assesses her. She sees her dirty torn school skirt, her scorched copper armor, the twigs that she can't stop finding in her hair. "Or could I give you her number? Please, I just want to get back to my mom." Jared's frown softens and his mouth opens to speak, but is cut off by a voice behind Anne.

"Annie Bone-choy?" Her neck complains at the speed she turns to look. The bald person she saw earlier. Face contorted in open surprise, finger pointed in her direction, he says in a nasally SoCal accent, "Your parents have been looking everywhere for you."

"Do I know you?" Anne asks. Bald guy shakes his head. "No. I like your parents restaurant, amazing noodles by the way, and they have your missing posters all over the front. Yours and two other girls."

"I thought you lost your phone and were meeting up with your mom," Jared unhelpful interjects. Anne looks between both of them.

"Can I please use someone's phone to call my mom?" The two adults look at each other.

"Tell me your mom's number," says Jared tentatively. Anne rattles off the ten digit code with ease. She remembers sitting in the kitchen and her mom helping her arrange plastic magnet numbers in the order of her cell phone number. Jared puts the phone on speaker and the dialing tone begins to ring. Once, twice, three times, four...

"Hi! This is Madee Boonchuy. Not here right now, please leave a message!" The messaging system beeps and Anne just shakes her head at Jared. He ends the call.

"Can you please try again?" She pleads. Jared frowns, but does as requested. The dialing rings again. And gets voice-mail, again.

"I could call the restaurant," the bald guy offers. "It's not exactly rush hour but they are open right now, right?" Anne blinks away the stinging in her eyes. She has no idea what time it is, no idea what day or month or even if it's the same year. Who knows how Amphibia time lines up with Earth time?

"Can you? Please?" He nods and pulls out his phone. A minute while he finds the contact, and now for the third time, the phone rings on speaker. Anne knows what they say about third tries, and she crosses her fingers tightly.

"Hello? Delivery or pick-up?" Familiar, accented English, and Anne has to resist falling to the floor.

"Mom," Anne whispers in Thai, and the voice on the line speaks rapidly.

"Anne? Sweetheart? Oh my god, Anne? Anne?"

"It's me Mom. It's Anne," Anne sniffs and hiccups.

Some sharp, unintelligible yelling comes out the receiver, and there is a rustling and slamming sound before Anne's mom replies, "Where are you?"

Anne blue screens for a second. "I'm..." She struggles to remember. "I'm at a 7-11."

"What? Where? What street?"

"Daly Street," Jared pipes up.

"Who is that?" Her mother says sharply.

"That's just the cashier, he was, he was helping me. Well and another guy who comes to the restaurant apparently? I uh, he says he recognized me from my posters, huh, I didn't realize I'd have any," Anne rambles.

"I'm coming to you, Anne," Her mom promises. "I'm going to hug you so much. I'm coming to you. I have to hang up now, to get in the car, but do not go. Please."

"I promise," says Anne, and when her mom ends the call, she starts crying.

She exits the 7-11 once she gets the bald guy and Jared to distract each other (i.e. purchasing a bottled soda), and she spots the Plantars immediately. They're on top of a parked USPS truck. When Anne peers around the vehicle to see the other side of the street, she spies the mailman making his way towards the truck. Crap.

"Guys!" She hisses through clenched teeth. She raps her knuckles against the truck's side and hear Polly yelp. "Guys, get off the truck!" A moment later, Hop-pop and Sprig land beside her, Polly in her brother's arms. Anne pulls them over to the Redbox and huddles on the side opposite to the store entrance. She steps in front of them, hoping her body will shield enough of the frogs so nobody looks closer.

"Your mom is gonna be here soon?" Sprig asks. Anne nods.

"Yep, she'll...she'll be here soon." There's no response, and there is a take-a-tab paper taped to the trash can advertising singing lessons, and it's all Anne can do to not remember the time Sasha threw a karaoke party and they all started singing badly and together, and Anne blinks and keeps talking.

"My mom will come, and she's probably in her mini-van, oh man she's gonna tear through like twenty stop signs and scare other drivers so bad," she snorts, "and maybe there'll be a loose water bottle or a chip bag in the car, and oh man, you guys don't know what sour cream and onion chips are I can't wait to show you-"

"Anne," Hop-pop cuts her off. "Don't forget to breathe." She sucks in a deep breath and feels bile creeping up her throat. She tries to swallow but her mouth is so dry it just hurts. She can't imagine how her frog family's is feeling compared to her, they must be feeling so much worse than her, and they haven't said anything yet. Anne exhales forcefully. When a hand squeezes around her own, she squeezes back reassuringly.

They all jump as a dark red mini-van screeches to a halt in front of the 7-11. The driver exits the car, not wasting time to even park, and runs towards them. "Anne!"

"Mom!!!" Anne cries and she takes only a few steps before she's barreled over.

"Anne, oh my god, thank the heavens it's you! Anne, Anne, oh my baby," Anne's mom sobs into her shoulder before pulling back. Anne stares at her mother. Lets her eyes trace the deepened wrinkles, notice the shining, brown eyes the same shade as her own, the beauty mark on her chin. Her mom's glasses are new. Anne can't remember what they'd been, but now her mom wears tortoiseshell frames.

"I like your glasses," is the first thing to tumble out of Anne's mouth, and she nearly slaps herself. Her mom laughs wetly.

"Oh, Anne, oh, I've missed you so much." Her mother folds her back into her arms. Anne hugs back as tightly as she can for a second before her mom stiffens with a surprised grunt. "And you're so much stronger, when did that happen?"

Anne smiles. "I'll tell you about it." She steps back and grabs her mom by the shoulders. They're the same height now. "I'll tell you all about it." And that means... "Mom, let me introduce you to the Plantars," Anne steps to her mom's side and reveals her froggy family.

Her mother gasps and says something in Thai that Anne doesn't know. She would bet it's one of the worse swear words. "I know it's a shock, cuz, well, two foot tall talking frogs," says Anne and motions for the trio to come a bit closer. "But they protected me, fed me, and loved me while I was stranded in their world." Hop-pop shuffles the closes with Sprig and Polly poking their heads out behind him.

Hop-pop extends his hand. "My name is Hopadiah Plantar, it's an honor to meet you Mrs. Boonchuy." Her mom looks down at the wrinkly, orange hand and then back at Anne. She nods encouragingly and her mom steels herself before meeting the hand with her own.

She gingerly shakes it. "Pleasure to meet you...Hopadiah," Anne's mom says his name carefully. "My daughter says you kept her safe?" Hop-pop nods.

"To the best of my ability," and his face gains a wry look and he rubs the back of his neck. "When she and my grandkids weren't off chasing trouble."

Anne's mom smiles tentatively. "I'm sure. Are these your grandkids here?" Sprig comes out behind Hop-pop's back and puts out his hand.

"I'm Sprig Plantar! And this is-" A loud honk interrupts him and everyone in the group startles, moving to look at the source. A silver BMW is stuck behind her mom's mini-van and the one-way street doesn't give any wiggle around room. A shout filters out of the sports car. "MOVE YOUR CAR!" Except with a lot more swears. Anne's mom sighs.

"Introductions later, let's get in the car," she instructs and everyone moves.

All the frogs hesitate as they get closer, Sprig even flinching when Anne hauls open the back seat door with a slam. She gestures inside. "C'mon guys, it's just like a wagon," Anne says. Polly hops in first and settles into the closest middle row seat. She bounces a couple times.

"It's comfy," the polliwog reports. The jerk in the BMW honks again, even longer. Sprig and Hop-pop pile in and Anne closes the door behind them. She gets into the passenger seat and the feeling of air conditioning against her skin is like. Magic wind. Super relaxing. Like insane luxury. Oh, Anne missed technology.

"Buckle up." Her mom clicks her seat belt into the lock and starts pulling away immediately. Leaving Anne to explain what 'buckle up' means, and what a seat belt is, and no she doesn't know when they were invented. The questions continue as the mini-van pulls onto the highway, but the group soon quiets down. Anne blinks slowly and looks outside the window. The trees and billboards and other cars pass by her so quickly, so much quicker than Bessie could ever go. A pang strikes her heart as Anne realizes Bessie will be all alone. She hopes the Plantar's family snail is taken care of while they're gone. Anne looks away from the window as nausea grips her throat. She's almost home. She can hold off on falling apart for just a little longer.

"Anne, honey, are you awake? We're home."

Anne blinks and she squeezes her eyes tight and yawns loudly and long. She hadn't realized she dozed off. "I'm...home." She opens the door and doesn't let her twinging feet deter her from getting a good look at her home. The small bushes that lined the driveway, the slightly dented mailbox, the umbrella her dad always left outside the red door. Anne drinks it all in.

For the past several months she had been in a world with fantastical flora and fauna and shocking experiences every day, but Anne feels dizzy at the sight of her home. Her eyes catch on every detail, the once too-familiar not familiar enough. The bristly door mat; the unpolished brass numbers: 301; the creaky porch step; the small, pink, clay owl figurine Anne had given to her mom for Mother's Day in fifth grade and sat tucked in the corner. Her eyelashes are sticky with tears.

"Your house is SOOOOOOOOO BIG!" Anne snorts and is grateful for Sprig. She turns around to look at the small, pink frog.

"It's pretty nice! I've loved growing up here. Three-oh-one Silver Spring Lane." A gobsmacked look.

"You have springs made of silver?" Sprig's jaw drops. Hop-pop's head pokes out of the van.

"What's this I hear of silver springs?"

Surprisingly, it's Anne's mom who answers. She laughs, and it soothes Anne, before saying, "No, Hopadiah. It's just a nice name for a road." Anne tunes out what Hop-pop replies in favor of turning back to the door.

The metal door handle is hot to touch, searing from the oppressive California heat. She breathes out in a harsh whoosh and forces herself to yank the door open. It slams against the wall and the hinges squeak. Anne hears a sound of protest from her mom, but she can't acknowledge it when there's a bullet of fluff running towards the door.

"DOMINO!" The cat jumps into Anne's arms and she catches her, swinging Domino around and around and gosh, will Anne ever stop crying today? She hides her tears in Domino's soft, white belly, and laughs as the cat wiggles around to climb up her shoulders. Domino wraps around her neck and rubs Anne's check with her cute, little face.

Anne collapses to her knees and she pulls her cat around and holds her so carefully and so, so close. Domino allows this longer than ever before, but soon she does squirm and fall to the carpet on all four feet. She chirps and purrs vacuum-like. Anne's hands move on their own accord, stroking down Domino's back, scratching all her sweet spots, reacquainting herself with her Domino, her beautiful angel baby.

"Anne, could you move your reunion a few feet more into the hallway? So we can come in?" Her mom says, her tone telling Anne she's smiling. Anne kisses her baby's head one more time before standing up and moves to the side. Ugh, her knees hurt from carpet burn. That's one thing she hadn't missed.

"Sprig, Polly, Hop-pop! Remember the killapillar?" Anne scoops up Domino and holds her out. "This is Domino One!" Sprig steps closer, squinting. He pokes at Domino's paw and she mrrps! at him. He flinches back for a second before staring deep into her eyes. Anne watches this stare-off with no small amount of amusement.

Eventually, Sprig asks, "So this Domino won't kill us for dinner?" Anne shakes her head and a leaf drifts from her hair.

"Nope!"

Sprig oh so slowly reaches a finger to Domino's long-haired back. "Oh!" He says, curling his fingers through the fur. "She's even softer than peatmoss."

Polly joins her brother and jumps up and down on her new, little legs. "Let me pet her!" Anne leans back down, but Domino wriggles out her grip and runs down the hallway, disappearing around the kitchen corner. Polly pouts. "Aw! I wanted to touch Domino One."

Anne pats her yellow bow. "Don't worry. There's plenty of time for that later."

"I believe a good use of time right now," Anne's mom says, still lingering in the open door, "would be for you to change out of your dirty clothes. Go take a shower."

Anne stares at her mom stunned. "Oh my god...," she whispers. "I shall finally be clean." Sprig laughs.

"Are there no showers where you come from?" Anne's mom asks Hop-pop as Anne still revels in the very idea of pressurized water.

"I can't say I know what a shower-whatsit is, but we did bathe," Hop-pop says archly, half at Anne's mom and half at her. Her mom nods understandingly. Then frowns.

"Do you have any spare clothes with you?" She asks and all the Plantars go wide-eyed.

"We..." Hop-pop can't finish his sentence hands twisting his ascot. Sprig looks morose and he's holding onto his slingshot tightly. Polly is similar, tugging at her frayed and dirty yellow bow. Anne's heart twinges, and she cuts in.

"We didn't exactly have time to pack our wardrobes when we came, Mom," she says. "I have piggy bank money, we can go shopping guys! You guys have to see the mall. This time, my treat," she tries to cheer up the little frogs.

Sprig and Polly perk up at the mention of visiting the mall, but Hop-pop and her mom both protest at once.

"Anne, that's mighty kind of you, but-"

"Anne, that's very generous, but-"

Both stop and her mom motions for the frog to continue. Hop-pop waits a second more before saying, "Anne, you don't need to spend your savings on us. We can make do if you just show us to a wash bucket and a needle with thread. When these get worn out, we'll cross that river when we come to it." Anne's mom then lays a hand on Hop-pop's shoulder, slightly crouching to reach. Hop-pop nods at her.

Her mom smiles before saying to him, "I can certainly show you the washing machine, but we'll figure out another set of clothes for you." Her gaze casts over Sprig, Polly, and Anne. "For all of you. And Anne," her mom walks up to her and she smiles with glistening eyes, "when did you grow up so much?" She brings Anne into a tight hug before releasing her. And boops her nose. Anne squeals. Her mom smiles. "I will pay for the shopping. Now!" She claps. "Shoes off."

Everyone looked down at their feet and noticed the frogs didn't have any. "Ah well, shoes and...shoe off. Anne, what happened to your shoe?"

Anne waves it off. "Lost it a few months ago." Her mother grumbles and Anne suspects she'll be getting a new pair of sneakers in the near future. Then it occurs to her, "Where's Dad?"

"He had to stay to make sure the delivery went smoothly since Jackson quit and everyone else messes it up," her mom explains while running her hands through Anne's hair.

Anne gasps. "No! Not Jackson."

"Yes, Jackson," replies her mom. Her fingers tug painfully through Anne's hair and come away holding a handful of leaves and twigs. "Is there an entire forest in your head? Now off you go, shower. Get the dirt off," she commands. Anne rolls her eyes.

"Yes, Mom," Anne says in Thai and kisses her cheek. She looks to the Plantars. "You guys okay with my mom showing you around the house? Show you somewhere to sit and some water?"

Hop-pop nods and Polly wiggles. "I have a mighty THIRST," she yells. Anne giggles.

"Well, alright froggy fam. See you on the flip side," and she starts to head up the steps, her fingers trailing the railing, when a cough causes her to pause. She glances back.

"Anne..." Sprig says, "welcome home."

Tears spill over her cheeks and Anne half-falls down the stairs to give him a tight hug. Quickly, other froggy arms surround the two and are joined by a pair of human arms. All together, all safe, all alive. Anne takes a deep breath, and exhales heavily. She's back home.

#amphibia fic #amphibia #anne boonchuy #hopadiah plantar #sprig plantar #polly plantar #mrs. boonchuy #amphibia season three #my writing #if you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this pls consider reblogging

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heart-stomper · 4 years ago

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The Plantars Discover Sitcoms

It wasn’t going to be easy, especially after everything that happened back in Amphibia, but being back home finally gave Anne some room to breathe. Ease back into what she once thought of as “normal”. And while she totally plans on going for another round of hugs with her parents, right now she has another very important thing she’d like to do:

Show off as much human stuff as she can to the Plantars.

First order of business, channel surfing. It’s a totally relaxing activity where the biggest downside is that it’s basically impossible to pick something to watch. The perfect way to have a chill afternoon, and that’s just what they could use. Nothing could go wrong. Anne gathers up the Plantars and ushers them into the living room, holding out a hand as if she’s showing off a long lost artifact.

“Alright guys, here it is. The main attraction: the television. Or y’know, a TV, for short.” as Anne says this, the Plantars give lil “ooo”s and “aaa”s as if they really are being guided through some sort of museum.

Sprig bounces closer, his eyes lighting up half from excitement but mostly from getting waaay to close to the screen. “Whoa, it’s even bigger than I thought.” his words were hushed in awe.

“Impressive. You can really see all those lil details ya couldn’t with that phone of yours.” Hop Pop quipped as he reached Sprig’s side, also getting way too close to the TV.

“It really is like a giant phone! ... Can I touch it?” Polly asked, half begging. The girl was clearly ready to pounce from the spot on the coffee table she was currently at. There’s no way Anne was gonna tell her no.

“Sure dude, go ahead.”

“YES!” with that approval, Polly sprints off the coffee table and face plants right into the TV, flying between the boys. Anne lets out a low oof along side Polly’s, but once Polly triumphantly gets back up with a semi-evil sounding laugh, Anne refocuses herself to find the remote.

Cue canned laughter.

“Oh hey, I know that laugh track. It’s from that sitcom my parents would sometimes leave on when we’d prep dinner together.”

“What’sa sitcom?”

“Well Hop Pop, I’m pretty sure it’s short for ‘situational comedy’. They’re usually about wacky stuff happening in a mostly mundane setting, like an office.”

“That sounds... kinda boring.” Polly commented with a tinge of confusion, clearly wondering why someone would want to watch something like that.

“Trust me, when you have someone to make fun of it with, even the worst jokes are funny.”

“She makes a good point. Let’s watch it!” Sprig said from... the couch? Man, that boy is quick. Anne does a spin when she reaches the couch so she can face the TV and flop down next to Sprig, and they’re shortly joined by the others. It looks like the main characters just arrived at some fancy restaurant. A server with a bowtie approaches the table, cloche serving dish in hand.

“And now for one of our finest delicacies,” the server removes the cloche, steam billowing out and concealing whatever may lie underneath, only parting when they introduce the dish, “frog legs.”

Anne and the Plantars let out a gasp. Sprig puts a hand to his mouth, wide-eyed in horror as the people on the TV gnash and tear off flesh from those poor froggy legs. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“I KNEW IT!” Polly hops in front of Anne, pointing at her so hard her arm shakes a little, “You do eat frogs!”

“What?! Ew, no no no no no! Gross! I mean, some people eat them, but I didn’t grow up with that, so it’s always seriously grossed me out! Look, I’ll just grab the remote and-” Anne grabs at the empty space next to her, realization setting in, “oh frog, I never found the remote!” Anne quickly removes Polly from her lap and starts digging.

“I thought you said this was a comedy Anne, not a horror show!” Hop Pop covers Sprig’s eyes. The sitcom’s laugh track plays again as one of the protagonists acts shocked and calls the frog legs ‘delicious’. “Are those people laughin’ at the mutilation of my brethren?!”

Anne stops shifting her hands in between the cushions and resorts to lifting them off the couch in desperation. “’Scuse me.” She slides Hop Pop and Sprig onto the ground, “Sorry Hop Pop kinda busy.”

The protagonists finish, or at least toss out, the remaining frog legs. Hop Pop makes a comment complaining that you should at least finish eating something you’ve killed, which catches Anne’s attention. “Finally,” Anne glances back at the TV, and for once is happy to see an empty plate, “glad that’s over.” Hop Pop removes his hands from Sprig’s eyes. Anne closes her own and relaxes a bit. Then, the server returns to the sitcom protagonists’ table.

“We have one last meal for the evening,” the server places a new serving dish and removes the cloche once more, “escargot.”

“Escar-what now?” Hop Pop asked.

“Oh, that’s French for...” Anne’s eyes widen in knowing horror, “...snail.” She seriously needed to find that remote.

Hop Pop gives Anne a suspicious look. “And how come you knew what they meant?” Hop Pop rapidly gets more livid, “Really Anne, ya eat snails too?! And here I thought Bessie meant somethin’ ta ya!”

“What!?” Anne gasps, scandalized, “How could you Hop Pop?! You know I love Bessie like my own family!” Hop Pop softened hearing that, snapping out of his fear induced paranoia.

“Sorry Anne, you’re right. This sitcom thingy is really gettin’ in my head.”

“Apology accepted. Wait, how’s Sprig holding-” Anne’s voice peaks as she sees Sprig’s huddled body rocking back and forth, staring at the massacre taking place on screen, “-UP?! SPRIG!” She rushes over to him. “Oh no. Don’t look! Just hold on buddy.”

“But... I can’t look away. I want to, but I can’t!” This time the sitcom protagonists are totally disgusted with the food, a huge departure from the pleasant surprise they had with the frog legs. However, because the server has such an expectant look on their face, the protagonists keeps forcing down those snails.

“Wow, those people are acting like they got served Hop Pop’s cooking.”

“Polly!!” Anne and Hop Pop reprimand simultaneously.

“What? It’s true!” Polly is given The Look. “Fine fine, I know. ‘Think those thoughts, don’t say ‘em’.” Hop Pop looks proud for a moment, but then notices something on the screen and doubles back in horror.

“I can’t look, that one looks just like Micro-Angelo!”

“Oh c’mon Hop Pop, they can’t look that similar.” Anne takes her eyes off the Plantars and looks back to the screen. Her eyes lock-on to the fork slowly delivering that innocent baby snail towards that horrifying monster’s mouth. She can practically hear the ‘meep’ of her sweet baby boy.

As if possessed, Anne keeps her body totally straight and speed walks up to the TV. She leans over, and feels for something on the side of it. Presses a button. And the screen goes black.

She totally forgot you could turn it off that way.

“Yeah! Woo-hoo!!” The Plantars cheer and use their combined strength to lift up Anne, their savior, in glorious victory. Anne proudly lifts her arms up and cries tears of sweet relief.

Once the short celebration ends, and Anne is returned to the floor, she hugs the Plantars. “I’m so sorry you guys, I had no idea it was gonna be like that! I’ll make sure to be more careful next time.”

“Aw, it wasn’t THAT bad.” Polly said, waving an arm to emphasize it really wasn’t that big a deal, “It was actually kind of fun seeing those two freak out so much.”

“Yeah, pretty dark, but that’s nature for ya.” Hop Pop added to the reassurance train.

“Pretty sure that one’s gonna traumatize me for life, but I forgive you.” Anne still felt a bit guilty, but hearing Sprig’s words, along with the rest of the Plantars’, made her feel a lot better. “But please never show me anything like that ever again.”

“You got it buddy.” Anne brought Sprig back into a hug, and gave his head a little pat. While she didn’t have to witness most of it, Anne didn’t wanna see anything like that ever again either. So it should be an easy promise to keep.

“Hey Anne?”

“Yes Polly?”

“...Thanks for holding back and not eating us.”

Utterly frustrated, Anne’s voice once again reached a frankly impressive peak, “I NEVER WANTED TO EAT YOU GUYS!”

#guess I'm actually gonna try and write my ideas into short stories now oops-#I kept getting deja vu writing this so if this was basically already the plot of an episode oh no #amphibia #anne boonchuy #the plantars #sprig plantar #hop pop plantar #polly plantar #true colors spoilers #jdtao stories

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Scales and Scars (Part Nine)

Aizawa-Yamada [Y/n] - Given quirks through experimentation, thus their quirks are ‘Artificial’ and not considered ‘true’ quirks

a/n:Time for some action...It’s the USJ ARC!

Warnings: Blood, fighting, implications of death

Word Count: 2188

Pairings: Eraserhead(AIzawa) X PresentMic(Hizashi), Reader X Class1A (Will have multiple endings for pairings)

Warnings: Yelling, Swearing, Panic Attacks, Flash backs

Prologue / Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight

Masterlist

We had been given the option of wearing our hero costumes or not, so you decided to wear yours as a precaution. You caught your dad’s eye as you grabbed your case and you knew he understood. The shift was getting harder to control due to the stress that you were under from school and trying to keep everything a secret from your classmates.

Add to the fact that you suspected that one of the main people who had tortured you for years had broken into the school...and you weren’t doing so hot.

You walked out to the bus stop in time to see Iida trying to get everyone into two lines, “I thought Midori was class rep?” You asked Toru, the girl, only visible thanks to her gloves and boots.

“Oh! I guess you weren’t there for it! But Midoriya gave up his position to Iida after he was able to calm down the hallways! Emergency exit Iida!” The girl was bouncing in place as you listened to her explain.

You hummed as you got onto the bus, stifling a laugh at the fact that Iida’s organizational skills had all been for naught since it was an open concept bus.

Soon the talk turned to Quirks. “I tend to speak my mind. Midoriya, your quirk is kind of like All Might’s isn’t it.” Tsu stuck a finger next to her chin as she stared at the anxious piece of greenery.

Before he could say anything, Kirishima piped in, leaning over the seat, “Yeah but All Might doesn’t break his bones every time he uses his quirk. At least it’s flashy unlike my hardening. I’ll never be that popular.”

That seemed to jolt Midori from his anxiety as he turned with a frown to the shark boy, “That’s not true! There are so many applications for your Quirk Kirishima!”

They were interrupted by Aoyama who seemed to … glitter? “If we’re talking about popularity, my naval laser is sure to stun!”

Mina patted the boy on the back, “Yeah but it doesn’t work that well when it gives you stomach aches!”

Kirishima entered the conversation again, “If we’re talking popularity, it’ll for sure be Todoroki or Bakugo!”

Tsu spoke in her same no nonsense tone as she responded, “But Bakugo will never be that popular.”

At that, the blond bombshell screeched, “What did you say you froggy bitch!?”

Tsu simply looked deadpanned at you as she said, “See.”

Kaminari laughed, “We basically just met so it’s telling that we already know your personality is shit stewed with garbage.”

Bakugo growled, “Say that again I dare you! I’ll kill you!” While that was happening, Uraraka turned towards you, “You haven’t really used your quirk aside from the apprehension test on the first day Yamada.”

You froze, not liking the attention on you. Thankfully, Shinso seemed to realize this, “There hasn’t really been time to practice our quirks, isn’t that what this trip is for?” Aizawa spoke up from the front of the bus, “Shut up all of you, we’re here.”

You watched with a soft smile as Uraraka freaked out over Thirteen, but you were more concerned over the fact that All Might, who you knew was the third instructor, wasn’t there.

That concern seemed relevant when you saw purple mist in the plaza slowly growing larger, “Aizawa!” Midori’s and your voices blended together as you both yelled out at the same time.

I turned to face the green headed boy, noticing that he was looking at the plaza as well, with fear in his large eyes.

“Has the testing already begun?” Kirishima asked.

“Stay back! Those are villains!” Your dad yelled as hundreds of thugs came pouring from the portal.

Finally the last villains entered. And you froze in terror.

You didn’t even hear the speech that the villain gave as you felt your legs give away and you fell with a heavy thud to your knees.

“[Y/n]!” Shinso scrambled over to you, grabbing your shoulders in an effort to keep you up.

But his concern also brought attention as the portal villain who had just appeared at the top of the stairs narrowed his eyes at you, “Ah, Master has spoken of you Little Monster. I believe it’s time to take back what is rightfully ours.”

You shook in absolute fear as he used the name for you that the villains and scientists had used for you all those years ago.

“Go to hell!” You heard explosions as Bakugo and Kirishima leapt at the portal.

And then you were falling in black. When you fell out of the portal, you rolled a bit before coming to a stop. At the feet of Shigaraki.

You looked up from your spot on the ground and saw his piercing red eye peeking around the fingers of the severed hand on his face, “Well well well.” His voice was deeper, older, but still had that raspy quality and hint of madness in it that it had held when he and you were children, “It seems that I will be bringing back a gift for Sensei.”

You shook and then heard your father screaming, “Don’t you touch her!” Turning, you saw him taking down villain after villain, his focus on reaching you.

Shigarkai laughed, “You have the heroes wrapped around your little finger, don’t you monster? Do they know what you are? How useless of a monster you are?” He leaned over and whispered, his hot acid breath wafting over you, “Do they know about your monstrous form?”

Something in you seemed to break free from the fear at that as you jumped to your feet, startling the man child and jolting him enough that the severed hand fell off of his face, “My name is [Y/n] Yamada-Aizawa and I am not a Monster! I’m a hero! And I don’t belong to anyone!”

Ice flooded your veins as shadows began to gather at your feet, an inky mass of swirling emotions that were ready to lash out at any moment.

“Father..Father I’m sorry.” Shigaraki wasn’t even paying attention to you as he scooped the hand up with such reverence, you found yourself creeped out.

“Nomu.” And then he said a name and drew your attention to the creature beside him. A large, hulking black beast with an exposed brain and a large beak filled with razor sharp teeth, “Kill Eraserhead.”

You screamed as you watched a blur of motion and then turned to see your dad shoved to the ground, blood spilling around his head from where the beast had him pinned.

Then you felt hands circling your arm and lost your focus on the shadows as they burst from you in panic. The gale force had Shigaraki tightening his grip and putting down his fifth finger, “AGH!” You screamed in pain as your suit and then skin began decaying.

He didn’t let this stop him from dragging you over to the nomu and your dad, “This is what happens to people around you, Monster!” And then the hand was gone from your arm and on your father’s elbow, disintegrating his muscles.

Your dad began yelling out in pain and you felt your fear and anger collagating together. Swirling and storming and brewing. Before you could act, your father shoved the man child off and broke free from the Nomu.

The portal user reappeared beside Shigaraki, “Is thirteen out of commission?”

Your heart stuttered at that, but you could breathe again as the portal user answered, “They are still alive, I scattered the students but one of them managed to get outside to get backup.”

Shigaraki screamed, “If you weren't our exit Kurogiri I would kill you!”

Your focus was brought back to the nomu as you heard your father groan. The beast held one of Aizawa’s arms in his grasp, but from the angle and the bone jutting out from the forearm, you knew it was broken.

You were stuck between Shigaraki and the Nomu, with your emotions hanging by a thread but it seemed Shigarkai’s attention was elsewhere as he muttered, “I guess we can destroy the pride of the Symbol of Peace.” And took off running towards the edge of the water, which you were horrified to see Midori there with Tsu and Shinso.

Shinso caught your eyes and you heard him scream, “[Y/n]!”

The pain and the terror you heard in your name was the final straw. How dare these villains come in here and terrorize your friends? How dare they destroy your safety and peace? How dare they call you that vile name!?

You heard another loud snap and whipped around to see your dad unconscious, blood around his form and both his arms mangled, “Dad!”

You let go of the shift.

The entire dome shook with a roar full of pain and rage as the golden mechanisms did what they were made to do, pulling the fabric of your suit back and away as a large black dragon with a wingspan of 50 feet long and a height of 20 feet appeared in place of where a girl had stood before.

Your mind was completely gone. Looking around, all you saw was food and foe.

Snarling, as flames curled in your throat, you stared down the other creature in the area that was labeled as a threat as it stood over a piece of prey.

With a gaping maw, you released the scorching heat and bright red flames came raining out of your mouth, burning the Nomu alive.

“You little Monster! How dare you use the quirk!” A grating voice reached your ears as you craned your long neck around and saw a piece of prey scratching at its neck and drawing blood.

Sweet, sweet blood.

A low growl reverberated through your chest as you stalked towards the piece of prey.

The prey glared up at you, “Tameshi!”

The word flooded your mind and you began shaking your head wildly as your body tried to fight the command to bow to the piece of prey before you.

Why would you bow to prey? You were the ruler of the sky and ground.

“Tameshi! Stop using the quirk now! You dare try anything?”

Again the word and you whimpered as you slowly began lowering yourself to the ground before your master.

Movement caught your attention out of the corner of your eyesight as you turned with a snap of your powerful jaws, missing the prey by inches as it flew past you in a blur of green.

“[Y/n]! Yamada!” The green blur screamed at you but you didn’t understand the words it was yelling.

Your master laughed, “Your little classmate has been keeping secrets it seems. This is our little monster! The quirks you see them use are not theirs! They are Quirkless and are merely holding these quirks until they are ready to be harvested! You have been harboring a villain vessel in your school!”

You snarled, you didn’t like that tone. This piece of prey before you...You stood back up onto all fours, your wings spread out as you took flight.

Scanning the ground, you saw a patch of black in a puddle of red. Blood.

Dad. Aizawa. AIZAWA! DAD! HEROES! VILLAINS! MY NAME IS [Y/N]! AND I AM A HERO!

Your mind seemed to reel as you found your consciousness coming back instead of the beast mentality, still flapping your large black leathery wings over the expanse of the USJ.

“Tameshi!”

You snarled, that word no longer having effect. Shigaraki seemed to realize that as fear finally settled on his face.

“Shigaraki, I suggest we leave.”

“HAVE NO FEAR FOR I AM HERE!” A cloud of dust and suddenly All Might was standing there, not smiling as he took in the scene.

Finally. You wanted to get down to your dad and make sure he was alive, but you couldn’t get yourself to shift back.

Before you could do anything though, you found yourself pinned to the ground and the snap you heard was your ribcage breaking under the immense force.

“All Might! Stop! That’s Yamada!” Midoriya screamed at the hero.

All Might looked down at you, you whined at him, blood coming up between your teeth as pain flooded your draconian body, “Young Yamada?”

You nodded the best you could as the hero gasped and stumbled to his feet, “I’m so sorry!”

And then he was gone, off fighting Shigaraki and Kurogiri. You saw that All Might had downed you near your dad and dragged your broken body over to the pile of black clothes.

Whining loudly and whimpering, ignoring the blood spilling out of your mouth and the screaming of your body as bones jostled within you, you nosed your dad.

You nosed him again when he didn’t respond. Fear and terror curdled in your stomach as you brought forth a claw tipped leg and carefully turned the man onto his back.

He was deathly still and white...and so you tilted your neck back, opened your jaw and screeched your pain to the heavens.

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