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jaegeraether · 10 months ago

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 47)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (42) / Alexia Putellas x Character (11) / Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (4)

Masterlist (other parts here)

YFN put her hand on Alexia’s arm which broke her from her thoughts. They were standing out the front of the Captain’s apartment.

“She’s…like this. She’s not used to people helping,” YFN eased.

“She wanted me… go,” Alexia said in broken English.

“She didn’t want me to stay either and I’ve known her for two decades.” Alexia was still a little upset, but YFN was just glad Ridley hadn’t stayed with Ona at the bar. That would have been a mistake.

“She broke her hand…” Alexia trailed off.

It was aggressive, yes. But she knew Ridley, her intentions, what made her tick and what set her off. “She’s the most protective person I’ve ever met in my life,” she said softly. Alexia’s eyes met hers, curious. "We had a rough upbringing. She’s dealt with a lot of pain, physically and mentally. She’d never hurt anyone she loves…”

“I’m not scared of her…I know she wouldn’t hurt people. She’s very soft.”

YFN was interested at that. She never would have described Ridley as soft, though perhaps it was the language barrier. Alexia must of noticed because she clarified.

“She cares a lot about people…”

YFN nodded, happy that Alexia had seen that. “Yes. Yes, she does. She tries not to show it, but she really does.”

She saw Alexia tighten her hold around the teddy before she gave a smile and a hug to both her and Lucy before she left.

The ride home was silent besides the music but that was mainly because it was getting late, and YFN had an early flight. They were never happy parting ways. Lucy’s hand on her thigh tightened while YFN stroked the inside of her forearm. Her phone buzzed and she looked at it, a response from Ridley.

Riddles: *Sent a photo*

The photo was her hand in a partial black brace, wrapping around her wrist and two little fingers.

Riddles: Just a boxer’s fracture, same as usual.

YFN was all too aware of what that was, as she’d taken Ridley to the ER multiple times for it over the years. Having two black belts meant hard punches and broken bones. She was more concerned about her job though, as she definitely needed two hands for that.

YFN: And work?

Riddles: Off for a week and then I’ll be good with the movement and brace.

“Boxer’s fracture…” YFN murmured to Lucy.

“Oh, I know what that is.”

Of course Lucy would know. Her mind flashed to images of her boxing. “Have you ever had it?”

“Once. It’s painful but at least you’re not standing on it.”

“She’s used to pain, like you…” YFN replied and her hand found the scars on Lucy’s bad knee, tracing them with her fingertips in support. “Can I come and watch you box one day?”

Lucy grinned. “I’d love that. It can be pretty…angry though.”

“I know it’s where you get your frustrations out, love. I won’t distract you, I’ll just sit in the corner and watch you like a stalker.”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “Okay firstly, you’re always a distraction for me, but the best kind. And secondly, too soon on the stalker front.”

YFN chuckled and she leant over just far enough to kiss Lucy’s arm.

YFN: Are you going to let Alexia know?

Riddles: Do you have money on us or something?

YFN: You two are cute…besides the Ona flirting.

Riddles: What can I say? I’m a catch.

Ridley didn’t even try to defend herself because they both knew she hadn’t been flirting back. She’d just been herself. But herself was bad enough. She didn’t want to get involved in Ridley and Alexia’s unspoken thing, however she knew that if she were in Alexia’s shoes she’d want to know how she was.

Riddles: Before you message me again, yes, I will tell her. Safe flight and today was great, we should do it again soon.

YFN: Yes, please. Love you x

“If I didn’t know her, I’d be jealous you were flirting, looking at your phone all smiley like that,” Lucy teased.

“You know her, and you’re still jealous,” she teased back. Lucy pouted. “But it’s okay, I love you all jealous and moody.”

“God, Luce, it’s almost midnight,” she whimpered.

Lucy lifted her head, mouth glistening with excitement and eyes dark with lust. “Are you complaining, little one? I can stop right now-”

“No! No…I just…argh-” she reached down and grabbed her girlfriend, pulling her up on top of her until they were face to face, Lucy bracing her weight on her elbows. YFN dragged her head down and tasted herself on Lucy as their lips met and their tongues fought with groans and moans and excitement. YFN broke away but only for long enough to whisper. “No more teasing, just fuck me, Lucy.”

She reached down and grabbed her strap, lining it up while Lucy watched her face with wonder. She continued to watch her as she slowly rolled her hips and pushed the strap inside of her little Australian, enjoying watching her eyes roll to the back of her head and a moan escape her throat.

She leant down to nip her earlobe before whispering in her ear. “Yes, love.”

Lucy began moving her hips slowly in and out, and YFN could tell from Lucy’s ragged breathing and soft moans in her ear that it was rubbing her in just the right spot. YFN moved her hips with Lucy’s pace, intensifying the pressure of the strap on Lucy’s clit as she enjoyed the length of it moving in and out of her.

“I don’t want you to leave,” Lucy groaned as she fucked her.

Her heart melted. “Luce…I don’t want to leave either.”

“I want you to stay,” she grunted in between her thrusts.

“I want to stay…” she moaned in reply.

“You…argh fuck….you belong with me.”

“I do…” she whimpered. “I belong with you.”

Lucy’s mouth found her neck with passion, kissing and sucking marks into it. Oh, she was needy. She wanted to leave evidence she was there.

“Mine,” she growled softly in between the marks she sucked.

A shiver ran down YFN’s spine. One of her hands was in Lucy’s hair, the other unconsciously dragging fingernails up her back, gripping as she tried to hold herself together. Fuck, it was good. It wasn’t their usual rough, passionate fuck. No. This one was slow and steady, loving and emotional, hitting all of the right places. This was teamwork. Two lovers enjoying each other. YFN’s legs wound their way around Lucy’s hips as she braced her knees better on the bed to start a deeper, harder fuck. Lucy was still pulling out slower than usual, but she entered at pace, thrusting her hips and seemably enjoying the smack on her clit as their hips met with a wet slap. God, she was so wet. Even slowly, they could hear the sound of YFN’s dripping core. She could feel herself tightening the closer she got, Lucy’s glutes paying the price.

“Ah…fuck little one. Fuck you’re tight.”

At those words, YFN’s back arched and she whimpered, Lucy quickened her thrusts and the force in which she fucked her. YFN was a whimpering, moaning mess, clutching onto Lucy like a lifeline.

“Ah…ah…please don’t stop…Luce!”

“You’re mine.” Lucy growled as she again sped up. Fucking relentless, she was.

“I’m y…yours!”

At this point, she could only lay there, clutched to Lucy as she fucked her into the bed, getting her frustration out, her needs, her love, her obsession. YFN cried out her name as she came, Lucy fucking her through it and finishing shortly after. She slowed down until she was finished, undoing the strap and throwing it to the floor. Just as she was about to move away, YFN pulled her down onto her, Lucy’s sweaty body laying on her own as she held her there while they regained their breath. Lucy was the most out of breath, of course. Because it was late, it wasn’t long until they were sleepy, almost drifting off but just before they could, YFN spoke.

“Luce?” She whispered, just loud enough to hear. She wiped the sweat off of Lucy’s brow, pushing the hair off her forehead and tucking those little curly baby hairs behind her ear.

Lucy hummed in response, unable to speak as she hung in a space of lethargy and peace.

“I’ll never stop falling in love with you.”

YFN stared at the photos and couldn’t help the smile crossing her face. Lucy had posted several photos of their past few days in Barcelona together. The first, a picture on YFN half in the water that she didn’t know she’d taken. She remembered looking out over the ocean and it reminding her of home. The second was YFN and Narla having a nap together while Lucy had been making her monster of a sandcastle. Narla was laying flat on her side, her back pressed up against YFN, her head resting on her arm. The third photo was of course Lucy posing next to her sandcastle monster, little spade in hand and a proud grin on her face. Narla had photobombed that one. And the last photo was a selfie Lucy had taken from the bar that had herself, YFN, Ridley, Alexia, and most of the Barca girls in it also.

Lucy Bronze MBE: Love, love, love. *red heart emoji*

Lucy had also tagged her in her caption.

Her heart swelled and she bit her lip. Oh, Luce. She had never had someone so proudly showing her to the world, let alone someone with the amount of followers Lucy did.

Jordan Nobbs liked a post you were tagged in.

Alexia Putellas liked a post you were tagged in.

Caitlin Foord liked a post you were tagged in.

Caitlin Foord: Chickens *red hear emoji* *Australia emoji*

Katie McCabe liked a post you were tagged in.

Katie McCabe: Nice abs

Kyra Cooney-Cross liked a post you were tagged in.

Kyra Cooney-Cross: thanks for the invite

Leah Williamson liked a post you were tagged in.

Riddles liked a post you were tagged in.

Riddles: *fist emoji* *car emoji*

Keira Walsh liked a post you were tagge-

“YFN?”

Her head shot up and found Ruby, immediately blushing as she was just caught. She put her phone down.

“Hm?”

“We were just talking about the office space. It’s huge?!”

They were in their new office in London, and it was a decent size. There was a main, large room with individual desks and set up for everybody’s individual workstations, along with a kitchen, showers and bathrooms, and several separate conference rooms. Knowing exactly who ‘Joe’ was, she wasn’t surprised by the size of it, and just how much furniture and equipment were already set up.

“It won’t feel quite as huge when we have a few hundred people in here,” she laughed.

“A few hundred?!”

“I dare say we’ll be expanding pretty quickly.”

“What are the conference rooms for?” Bridget asked.

“I’m thinking we’ll have a roster and can use them for the groups we have for certain games. So you can meet as a team in there without disturbing everyone else, and we can book them for a certain amount of hours when they’re not being used for that.”

“Great idea!”

“Now does everyone have their car park passes?”

After confirming they did, they sat down for their meeting in one of the conference rooms.

“Alright, welcome, welcome to our new Lumos office. I hope you’re all liking it because it’s going to be home for a while. And as you’ll notice, we have each of the conference rooms set up for people to zoom in, as I understand we all live in different areas and travelling from Birmingham or Liverpool each day doesn't exactly make sense…however this week is an exception. I’ve spoken to you all about this and I’ll apologise again. We just need everybody in for the next three days because of the workload with the new staff starting tomorrow. You will all be paired up into your usual pairs and supervising the groups. Here’s our schedule for this week.”

She gave out their weekly schedule.

Liverpool vs Chelsea (Stamford Bridge, London): Sat 18th Nov 1330 – Bridget, Emily and YFN to supervise.

Everton vs Bristol (Walton Hall Park, Liverpool): Sun 19th Nov 1300 – Ethan and Daniel to supervise.

Brighton vs Arsenal (Broadfield Stadium, Crawley): Sun 19th Nov 1400 – Sam and Olivia to supervise.

Leicester vs Spurs (King Power Stadium, Leicester): Sun 19th Nov 1500 – Bridget and Emily to supervise.

West Ham vs Aston Villa (Chigwell Stadium, London): Sun 19th Nov 1500 – YFN and Noel to supervise.

Man City vs Man United (Old Trafford, Manchester): Sun 19th Nov 1630 – Matt and Ruby to supervise.

“Each pair will have eight crew onsite. Three videographers, three photographers, one interviewer and one editor. It’s your job as supervisors to make sure we’re using everyone efficiently to get the content we expect from so many people. Over the next few days, I’ll be very, very strict with the interviewers on techniques and questioning, and I expect you all to do the same with people in your field of work. We need to start off strong, having forty new people means that there’s room for error. We need to minimise that by ensuring we train the very well and we need to remember that we’re all still fresh and learning too. It’ll be an overload of information, but that’s why you will all be supervising for the first round. Depending on how we go, we may require supervision for a few rounds after, however we’re hoping to aim for that eight-person crew to be running smoothly without the need for the supervision.”

“What do we do if we think the interviewer is asking wrong questions or upsetting the players?” Olivia asked quietly.

“You immediately pull the plug. I’m going to want feedback from you all on all of the individual employees after your game, so we can make sure everybody is on the same page and the people who need extra time practising, get just that. Okay, we have just the one game on Saturday that Bridget and Emily will supervise with eight new staff. If I’m happy with our progress over the next two days with the new employees, then I’ll also attend and leave the rest of you to prep in the office for Sunday. Sunday will be all hands-on deck, full crews on every site as well as two supervisors. Our big game this week is Man City vs Man United at Old Trafford which Matt and Ruby are going to be running…”

YFN made sure she didn’t look at her phone again that day, and it wasn’t that difficult. She loved the logistics of her work. She and her original nine colleagues eagerly discussed their week ahead and brainstormed potential issues and how to overcome them. A few of them had to run down to get stationary, paper, whiteboards and more to fill the conference rooms with supplies and also just get through their day of exciting prep.

The next two days flew by, and the office already felt crowded, but in a good way. Like Javier’s bar. Everyone was excited to work and to learn. YFN had taken the time to get to know everyone prior to meeting them, thanks to the folders put together by Lumos management, and had split them into their groups where she thought it would suit them best. The planning and prep work was intense, but worked out to her satisfaction, even though her standards were high. YFN had even gotten permission from Chelsea to take her team out to Stamford Bridge to get to know it and so the individual teams could practise the best shots for photos, videos and more. YFN left them to their groups as much as she could, letting them work it out together and trusting the supervisors she’d put in charge. She spent a lot of her time at Stamford Bridge talking to Emma Hayes and her Chelsea coaching staff as they ran drills. A few of the players came over to say hi when they had a chance which was rare, because Emma was all over them.

Friday night came with expectation and nerves. They were in Lucy’s apartment with Leah’s stylists as Jordan hadn’t wanted to go to Leah’s place. Too many memories. Jordan and YFN had packed and enjoyed a road trip down for the night from Birmingham, planning on getting being naughty with some take out after the event.

“Oh my god, Ridley was right. This is amazing…” Jordan said as she exited Lucy’s spare room in her suit. YFN and Leah both spun around to Jordan who was now fully dressed and looking unreal. It was a feminine suit, but the first piece of clothing that actually fit her. The accessories were minimal, a silver bracelet, two rings and a simple ear cuff. Jordan’s hair was up, already done by the stylist and her suit perfectly matched Leah’s with its style.

“Are you comfortable? Ridley said you’d want to be comfortable…” YFN said.

“Ridley?” Leah asked.

YFN had explained who Ridley was to Leah previously, though it hadn’t stopped her jealously.

“She picked this outfit for me in Barcelona with YFN,” Jordan grinned, still proud and looking down at herself. “And she was 100% right, I’m very comfortable.”

Leah sighed, standing as she was just finished with her hair. They took a few photos together and they matched so well that YFN had to take a picture to send to Ridley.

Riddles: I said thank me later. It’s later.

YFN: Jordan said thank you for saving her life.

Riddles: I know a few ways she can make it up to me…

YFN: Put it away, Riddles.

Riddles: Aw, you’re no fun. I could pick her up and throw her all around the bedroom.

YFN rolled her eyes, ignoring the last message as Ridley knew she would. When Jordan asked what she’d replied, she only told her the first bit.

They all rode together in a blacked-out, chauffeur driven car and as they got closer, YFN was getting nervous to be alone for the photographs. Jordan felt bad, but she was Leah’s plus one after all. YFN wouldn’t have let her anyways. She was staring at her scar in the window of the car as they arrived, feeling a little self-conscious. Her mind was on Lucy, like it had been since she’d left Barcelona two days ago. Two days and she was already too drained at the feeling of aching without her. Jordan leant over and kissed her cheek, snapping her out of it.

“Just get past this and we’ll meet you inside,” she said before she got out.

Leah put a hand on her knee before she followed. “You look beautiful,” she said with a genuine smile.

YFN followed them. She focussed on the photographers watches and hands instead of the cameras, just as Leah had taught her to avoid being blinded by the flashes. She looked ahead of her and saw them together, their arms lightly touching each other’s backs for the photos. They looked beautiful and what’s more, they were both smiling as if they were together, as if they were happy, and YFN could tell it was genuine with the way they looked at each other between photos.

Once inside, she took a deep breath and the first glass of champagne that came by her. Leah and Jordan found her immediately, the three of them laughing about the aggressiveness of the photographers shouting outside, and the amount of celebrities inside. It was during their third drink to settle their nerves when they were approached by the last person YFN wanted to see.

“I didn’t realise they invited so many women to the Man of the Year award. A bit sexist, isn’t it?” Mark asked.

YFN saw Leah go stiff as she saw him. She hadn’t noticed that the last time they’d met him together.

“Women can’t show up in support for men?” YFN asked.

“You’re not here to support men,” he said, hard. “And I saw your latest little post online, YFN. You and Miss Bronze are going strong, are you?”

“Our relationship has nothing to do with you.”

Over her shoulder, her eye was caught by the sight of William and Catherine arriving to a multitude of camera shutters, blinding flashes and shouts of excitement. Her stomach dropped. She didn’t know she’d be here.

“It just makes it easier for me to prove your conflict of interest,” he shrugged. “But I do hope you had a wonderful time in Barcelona.”

“It was fantastic, thanks for the well wishes,” she replied, purely out of spite.

He didn’t seem to care as he’d already turned to Leah. “And it’s very interesting to see who you chose for a date tonight, Miss Williamson.”

Leah’s jaw locked. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what? I warned you-”

She stepped forward and cut him off. “My lawyers have sorted it. You don’t have anything to threaten me with anymore Mark. Leave.”

He smiled down at her. “You really think that is going to stop it just…slipping out? I can’t help a leak…”

YFN had no idea what they were talking about and from the looks of Jordan, she didn’t either. Mark looked at Jordan and his eyes went down her body and back up.

“Keep your fucking eyes to yourself. Leave.” Leah snapped. Leah never snapped. Jordan’s eyes widened.

“It’s a bit hard to when-”

“Do not finish that sentence,” she warned.

She was standing half in front of Jordan which made YFN think it possibly had something to do with her. He stared at her a moment longer, enjoying the look on her face that was anger and potentially worry, when his attention was caught by something behind YFN.

“Ah, and as if to prove my point.”

A warm hand touched her lower back lightly and the smell of vanilla and bitter orange overwhelmed her as Lucy stepped past and protectively in front of the group. Her hand slid around her hip as she stepped past and took YFN’s hand, holding it behind her and linking their fingers. Lucy. Lucy was here. Lucy. Her body relaxed as she stared at the back of her perfect girlfriend with a look of surprise.

“She told you to leave.”

Mark gave a smirk and opened his mouth but was stopped by Lucy lifting a hand. “Uh uh. Don’t speak. Just fuck off.”

Mark looked like he wanted to argue before his expression changed to something along the lines of apprehension. She couldn’t see Lucy’s face so she didn’t know exactly what she was doing to get that reaction, but she loved it. She put her other hand on top of their already clasped hands in support. Lucy squeezed her hand. Without another word, Mark left, though not without throwing another glance Leah’s direction. Watching him go, YFN caught someone’s eyes briefly lingering on their little exchange in the distance. Catherine. They both looked away.

When he was at a safe distance, Lucy turned, her features shifting from intimidation to adoration as she saw YFN staring at her wide-eyed and unbelieving. She reached out with her free hand and touched one of her dimples lightly. They shared that unspoken word before her hand lowered and she looked at Leah.

“What was that about?”

“Nothing,” Leah responded, her jaw locked.

“Hallo mate!” Jordan beamed and threw her arms around one of her closest friends. “You came!”

“You knew?” YFN asked.

Jordan pulled back, a little sheepish. “I didn’t know for sure. So, you found a flight then?”

Lucy looked at YFN. “Ridley helped me.”

She could have sworn her heart grew twice the size at the thought of Ridley and Lucy helping each other. She had hoped they’d get along and it was slowly coming to fruition.

She couldn’t help but look at what Lucy was wearing. It was an all-black suit, a well-tailored one too, and from the look of it, she was almost certain Ridley had something to do with that also. It was all a similar black besides the button up which was slightly darker and open almost halfway, exposing her neckline down to the space between her breasts, her black bra a little on show. And then there were the accessories, the rings, the necklace, the studs, the cufflinks. 100% Ridley. Lucy noticed her looking and gave a wink, doing some admiring of her own. She stepped closer so their bodies were against each other. They matched.

“Are you going to at least tell me what that was about?” Jordan asked, her focus on Leah.

“There’s nothing to say.”

“Are you joking, Leah?” Oh, Jordan was upset. “You want me to start trusting you again, but you can’t be honest about something that obviously involves me?”

Leah’s eyes closed as she battled with herself. Jordan didn’t wait to see what eventually won out. She turned and walked away, towards the canapés.

YFN went to follow her, but Lucy was first. “I’ll talk to her.” She murmured and gave her girlfriend a lingering kiss on the cheek before she followed her, their arms outstretching to hold each other’s fingertips a little longer as she went.

YFN tore her eyes from Lucy and looked at Leah whose eyes were following Jordan. “Leah…you’re going to have to tell her eventually, otherwise I guarantee he will.”

“I know.”

“So, start with me, and only me. What was that about?”

“I need a drink.”

YFN linked her arm through Leah’s. “Come on then.”

Leah held onto her tight as they wandered to the bar. “It’s about a sex tape.”

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yippee-boi09 · 3 months ago

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How I think the Slendermansion came to be...

(Note: This is my personal interpretation of the Slendermansion, I use Marble Hornets and mention "I Eat Pasta for Breakfast" in this for my personal Slendermansion... this can be viewed as a Slendermansion/Marble Hornets au so I can put in Masky and Hoody with creepypastas and it making sense)

Sometime after 2014, when Tim survived the events of MH and begun working against the Slenderman/Operator... (after a while people started calling him Slenderman again) but eventually they both noticed that... Masky, Tim, Brian and Hoody were the only ones (aside from Jay and Skully) who handled the Operator's disease without... doing what the others did... all of the other Operator infected had either went insane and joined Zalgo (IMMA MAKE A POST ABOUT MY ITERATION OF ZALGO ISTG), became a creepypasta and worked against Slenderman and hurt others or just started straying from being a proxy... Tim and Masky also took notice of this, thinking the Slenderman was just going cuckoo at this point but after an encounter with him (big fight oooooh) he was shocked to find Slenderman asking to discuss for once. After discussion, they came to a (at the time) temporary truce, Tim and Masky would help stop all of these infected and Slenderman would assist as well. They came up with a plan to gather Creepypastas, kill off the crazed Operator infected and stop Zalgo and whatever he's planning with the one's he's recruited. Slenderman agreed to this because he wanted control back, he wanted to be able to be the Operator again (and to possibly kill Masky and Tim after the truce??). And Masky, he agreed to this because it meant he could kill off more of the infected and possibly end this whole ordeal... part of this truce was agreed to bring back Hoody and Brian (with the eye-conic scar woohoo!!1!1!) So he could have a much easier time getting the Creepypastas... they figured they needed a place to stay and Slenderman brought them to a place that Tim officially dubbed as "The Slendermansion" (ISTG IMMA MAKE A FIC ABOUT THIS TRUCE GRAHAHAHHAH) And now... I finally get to introduce you to...

Sally Williams!

(Love this iteration of Sally, much better than the canon one, this iteration if Sally will be the canon I'm using for my Slendermansion but she will be credited to you, @hheisa, if you wish not for me to do so then I will gladly do otherwise! Just lmk!)

Sally was the first to join their cause and home... mainly cause she wanted a place (besides a warehouse or abandoned home) to call home. Now... Sally was known to be pacifistic in nature, hating the idea of hurting innocent people and hating killing in general... but when she finds the right people like... assholes, abusers, y'know... people who remind her of her uncle... she can enjoy bloodshed and tormenting them. Stalking her victims for years on end and making their lives a living hell, (she died in the 50s) and then killing them off in grotesque and horrific ways... some of the creepypastas were subconsciously inspired by her murders! She was kind but notorious for her nature, and perfect for being a part of the Slendermansion. Masky took her in the mansion and she adapted quickly, decorating the place a little with free time and growing on the Slenderman a little... he grew fond of her and how she'd eagerly talk to everyone around her... then Hoody found someone... you may all know him as...

Jeff the Killer!

(If you look through my blog you'll see my fav iteration of Jeff but I won't be using him out of respect for the creator of my fav version of Jeff)

He was the second to join, infamous for being a strong and cruel killer... he stopped a kid's heart with a punch and ripped a towel rack off a wall... he was burned and bleached to hell and back and even then carved a smile into his face and burned off his eyelids... he was RUTHLESS. He was RAVENOUS. He needed a place to stay as well... Hoody found him when he managed to track down one of the crazed and Jeff got to him first... Hoody made the offer through discussion and eventually convinced him to come. He was a little shocked to see the Slenderman and Sally... but he took about two months to fully adapt to the Slendermansion... in that time though... Slenderman brought in his own little introduction...

Ticci Toby!

(Ticci Toby belongs to Kastoway, he is not my character. He belongs to them entirely and Kastoway deserves all the support they can get, they have a Twitter, Instagram, and a DeviantArt that they are no longer active on... I'm linking the DA so you can find all the Ticci Toby art and possibly the og story. Kastoway is facing impersonation issues and is being harassed for it and left the creepypasta fandom long ago.)

We all know the events of Ticci Toby and how right after what happened he lost memory of his sister and most of his life prior to the car accident and the incident. Slenderman brought him in and left him with Hoody and Masky to deal with. Masky and Tim having to deal with most of the annoyance and responsibilities of training Toby. Hoody went through the troubles and killed his surviving mother and aunt so he wouldn't have any ties to return to (Imma write a fic about this too because Masky gets PISSED about this cuz he's just giving Slenderman someone to work with for the rest of his life). Toby grew fond of everyone in the mansion (especially EJ BUT THAT'S NOT THE FOCUS) and it really seemed like the mansion was growing... the rest of the creepypastas joined in the order (from first to last = longest to latest)

BEN DROWNED (Hoody)

Nurse Ann (Slenderman)

Laughing Jack (Masky)

Smile Dog (Jeff)

Nina the Killer (Jeff, involuntarily)

Jane the Killer (Jeff, involuntarily again)

Clockwork (by Toby temporarily, eventually she left after the first Zalgo situation, will iterate in another post)

Eyeless Jack (Slenderman)

Lost Silver (Ben)

Grinny Cat (Slenderman)

Seed Eater (Eyeless Jack)

Homicidal Liu (Jeff, again??)

X-Virus (Toby)

After the mansion had grown and grown, being taken in, in various ways and accepted in multiple ways, having only a few they rejected from the place entirely... Masky and Tim finally felt like they had a home they couldn't lose... plus they had their only and oldest friend back and after catching up, they grew close like they did back then. As for Slenderman... he grew accustomed to caring for majority of the mansion and he grew used to it. They'd all been there for a year and a half, and Slenderman grew fond of everyone in the mansion like a father... he didn't admit it though... as for their plan...

They had been hacking down on the crazed, eventually they now only had Zalgo and his recruits (the crazed and the Creepypastas) to deal with. It was a matter of time before Slenderman introduced Zalgo to them all, telling them what they had to do to defeat him... Tim knew this as the end of their truce nearing an end... meaning he'd lose the mansion, Brian, and his life... he'd have to go back to trying to end the Operator... or the Slenderman as he was referred to once again nowadays. Slenderman also felt this dread, knowing he would probably have to make a big decision... he knew he was dead set on going back to working against Masky just over a year ago but now he's sad and hesitant.

The rest of the mansion didn't know, they all knew they had a big mission coming up (Sally didn't participate in it because she is child, she may kill people but she chooses not to get into Slenderman's bizz) and it was time to train harder than ever. Eventually Masky and Slenderman talk, just a few days before the event and they open up, agreeing to not leave and make this truce a permanent one... (IMMA MAKE A FIC OF THIS AND MASKY AND SLENDERMAN WILL TALK OML)

Finally, the day comes. They meet up and meet the people who aligned with Zalgo... Judge Angels, Hobo Heart, the Puppeteer, Zero, and a few others who will remain unnamed... The Slendermansion won (obviously), and the other creepypastas who joined him, run away for now... Now they all celebrate, going back to the Mansion to rest for the night...

A few weeks pass after this... Zalgo reforming his plan and utilizing something from his past... someone very special...

On a fateful night... Slenderman finds an unfortunate Lazari Swann...

This happened over the course of a few weeks, all of the formentioned creepypastas who joined Zalgo previously, come back. Instead of Lazari going through puberty at 8 (and Masky no longer being a twink) she just now has horns and long pink hair after transforming... Eventually she runs away and after some situating she no longer lives in the Slendermansion... (IMMA ELABORATE OKAY???)

Zalgo, failing at doing this, decides to just try and expose the Slendermansion's location... only one problem...

The Slendermansion is a bit of an anomaly... it exists in every state of America but also doesn't, you aren't going to find it unless you're MEANT to... Zalgo tried gathering more creepypastas, like Sonic.EXE and Tails Doll... which after a pathetic fight attempt Zalgo fails again... this time, rendering him pathetic and useless, he has his powers but now he's scared. (Like that one vine of a guy waking up startled by his own fart and holding up a gun in fear)

Like mentioned, Clockwork left the Slendermansion after the big Zalgo fight and went... somewhere else... anyways... (most of) the creepypastas mentioned on Zalgo's side also followed the same fate... I'm sure most of you are all familiar with the Splendormansion, right? Happypastas and stuff? Yeah them! Just asking to see if you all remember them from back then just curious lmao. Anyways... the Bloody Painter joined them after the final fight, along with Kate the Chaser (who joined because she was a surprise who managed to handle the Operator's disease a little bit... sorta... ehh whatever) so we have them... as for everyone else...

You'll see them in other posts but that's my personal story of the Slendermansion! I really hope you like what I put together! I have an idea with this... thing I'm working on... lemme cook and you'll all see...

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year ago

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That was amazing! Can I request a Part 6? Drum Island, where they need to find a Doctor for Nami and Reader who become severely sick

When Reader regains conscious, she keeps running away from Dr. Kureha in fear (Dr. Kureha took a little of Reader’s blood when she was unconscious to check what she’s infected with, and discovers her blood has a unique mutation that can reverse not only her cells, but others’ cells that have severe diseases/illnesses to curable stages) then puts two and two together on why a little girl could have so many scares and feels disgust, and darkly asks Luffy, Nami and Sanji if they’re the ones who gave Reader her scars, because if they are she’s going to kill them

Dr. Kureha tells Luffy and Nami that this is her theory, but based on Reader’s her scars, her reaction when she learned she’s a doctor and her power (And what she found out from her blood) that someone’s been taking Reader’s body apart to use as they see fit (Luffy, Nami and Sanji have never felt more horrified then murderous over the pain Reader had to endure)

When Reader meets Chopper, she quickly bonds with him and trusts him to treat her (She’ll slowly trust Dr. Kureha) as Luffy and friends battle the evil Wapol, she also doesn’t see Chopper as a Monster, rather thinks he’s cute and his blue nose is his ‘pretty’, and if he thinks he’s a monster, then they’ll be monster’s together, since they both have ‘horns’ (Though Chopper corrects her saying he has antlers)

Dr. Kureha tells Reader that if she can use her power correctly, there’s no telling how many people Reader could save (Calling Reader’s power the ‘Great Miracle’ all Doctors wished for and her existence is a miracle itself, which makes Reader cry because she’s always saw her power and existence a ‘Curse’) but tells her that it’s her power and only she should be allowed to use it as they leave to Alabasta

-Vivi was beside herself, trying to take care of both you and Nami, after she suddenly collapsed after guiding the ship through a sudden but short storm that would have knocked them off course.

-Nami was having the same symptoms at you and while scared at first that this sickness was contagious, Vivi found a similar bug bite on Nami as well.

-Vivi heard shouting up above and while not wanting to leave the two of you alone, you were both asleep and she went to investigate, finding a massive hulking person, Wapol, threatening Sanji and Luffy.

-After a very brief fight, Wapol was sent flying out into the ocean, which, for a Devil Fruit user, was normally a death sentence.

-Drum Island was covered in snow, everyone was bundled in thick jackets and for good measure, you were wrapped up in a blanket as well, being held in Vivi’s arms while Luffy carried Nami.

-Dalton tried to attack the crew with the former Drum Island militia, but after hearing what was going on, a woman and a child that desperately needed a doctor, he called off the attack and took everyone to Bighorn, a nearby village.

-Everyone was furious to learn that Wapol, the man Luffy punched earlier, had taken all doctors for himself, and if anyone on Drum Island needed medical attention, Wapol expected them to come and plead for help.

-A pirate named Blackbeard attacked, and Wapol, rather being the king he should have been, fled with his court and the doctors, abandoning Drum Island because he was scared.

-You whimpered softly and Luffy was quick to take you in his arms, holding you carefully, but you remained asleep as Dalton told them that there was one more doctor, Kureha, but many regarded her as a witch, and would only come down from her castle, Wapol’s former home, when she felt like it.

-Vivi, Zoro, and Usopp remained at Bighorn, mainly for the ship, while Luffy and Sanji, carrying you and Nami, made way to Drum Castle.

-Sanji sensed the Lapahns before Luffy did, as he had stepped on one, and leapt back, cradling you close, a glare in his eyes.

-Unable to fight properly, Luffy and Sanji were banged up, but after causing an avalanche, the Lapahns conceded, after Luffy pulled the parent of one out of the snow when a child was trying to dig it out.

-Sanji was still conscious, but injured across his back, having taken some claws to protect you before delivering a harsh kick.

-Kureha walked out, seeing the visitors, and found the two men, bloody and bruised, holding a woman and a child, but in need of medical attention before they quickly passed out.

-The men and Nami were up first, meeting Chopper, a blue nosed reindeer who ate a Devil Fruit and was a doctor himself!

-Nami looked around for you, growing concerned as Luffy was chasing Chopper around, demanding that he join the crew, loving the idea of a talking reindeer in his crew, “Where’s Y/N?! Is she okay?!”

-The doctor gave her a small nod towards another room, “Still asleep. That fever of hers did a number on her. I’m hoping you lot can help me understand something.”

-After getting everyone together in Nami’s room, Kureha told them how, while she was working on you, tending to your fever as well as running some blood tests, your horn seemed to flare with energy, and that energy surrounded you, healing your body, but due to you being so weak from being sick, you were still unconscious.

-Chopper nodded, “I’ve never seen anything like it before, is it a Devil Fruit ability?”

-A few hesitant glances were shared before Luffy gave a small nod, and Nami spoke, “Y/N’s ability isn’t a Devil Fruit ability, it’s something else, something she was born with, that’s what she’s told us. We don’t know too many details about it ourselves, other than she was abused terribly for it before running away and being capture by Alvida, before Luffy saved her. Her ability allows her to rewind time.”

-Chopper’s jaw dropped and eyes bulged, “Rewind time?!” Nami nodded and hesitated, only for a moment, “We don’t know all the details ourselves, but she was able to bring my mother, who died when I was a child, back from the dead from just a lock of hair.”

-Their jaws dropped before Kureha inhaled deeply, grabbing the newspaper, “That’s probably why the government is after her then. YN’s ability… in the wrong hands it could- I-I don’t want to even think about it.”

-Luffy punched his fist into his other hand, “And that’s why we’re protecting her. Nobody is allowed to hurt her ever again!”

-Kureha seemed pleased with his answer before she spoke, “Then I won’t kill you lot.” Kureha was fully prepared to kill them herself if they were the ones who had hurt you, “When I removed her bandages, the number of wounds and scar tissue she had on her little body, whoever had her was strategically hurting her, tearing her apart, I’m guessing to study this ability of hers.”

-They knew you were scarred, but to hear this from a doctor’s standpoint, that you were being tortured for your ability, the rage they felt was unlike anything they had ever felt before.

-Kureha was able to discover this easily, about what not only your ability, but your blood could do as well, and she shuddered to think if the government ever got their hands on you, knowing you would probably be even worse off compared to whenever you were with the bastards who did this to you.

-It was an hour later when you finally stirred, your vision blurry and your eyes went wide, finding yourself in a hospital and you instantly panicked, sitting up, “Big-big brother?!”

-Kureha entered, offering you a friendly smile, “You’re up! Glad to- don’t!” you leapt out of bed and quickly scrambled underneath, ripping your IV out as you huddled your legs tightly to your body, hyperventilating.

-She quickly exited the room and only moments later you heard strange footsteps before you came face to face with a…reindeer?

-Chopper entered, hearing you were having a panic attack, scared of doctors, and sent him in instead, and he got down on all four to peek at you.

-He was nervous, but not as much as he had been with your crewmates, you were a child.

-Your eyes were wide as you blinked, a bit confused about what you were looking at before he talked, “Your name is Y/N, right? My name is Tony Tony Chopper! But you can call me Chopper.”

-You mouthed his name, unable to form words and he nodded, offering you a hoof, “You shouldn’t be out of bed yet, you’re still pretty weak.”

-You hesitated but took his hand and let him pull you out, finding he was shorter than you, but gave you a friendly smile and helped you back onto the bed.

-He ran out, panicking that you were bleeding, going to get supplies and came back to find the wound gone, as you had healed it.

-He was gentle, tending to your wounds, “Does it hurt where it was?” you were still scared, not talking, shaking your head as he checked it out, “Does it hurt when you use your ability?”

-Your free hand lifted to your horn, touching it, “Some-sometimes, when I fix a big- a big…” your voice trailed off and he nodded, explaining that Luffy told him if you use your ability too much, you get fevers, which you confirmed.

-You smiled, thinking about your brother, wanting to see him, “Big brother tells me not to use it, so I don’t get sick. He tells me I only use it when I want to.” He smiled softly, patting your head gently, “He’s right, you only use it when you want to.” It was so unlike things when you were with Overhaul and Alvida, who forced you to use it on their whims.

-You asked to see your brother, or Nami or anyone, wanting to see your family, only to find out they were out fighting Wapol, who wanted his castle back. You tilted your head to the side, “What’s a Wapol?” you didn’t know him, so Chopper explained he was a cruel king who left many years ago and is now coming back.

-Chopper checked your temperature and made sure your body was okay, being so gentle with you, and he couldn’t help but grin as you poked his blue nose, “It’s so pretty.” Your words were so sweet and gentle before he looked down, “Thank you Y/N, but I don’t really like it. It makes me different- makes me a monster.”

-You knew that word well, your arms coming towards your chest, looking down as you nodded, “We- can we… can we be monsters together then, since we both have horns?” his face fell, eyes full of concern as he realized that you had been terribly abused, thinking that you were a monster.

-He remembered the words of your family well, that you could rewind time, and if you were being tortured, forced to use your ability, they probably forced you to rewind time on things and others called out a monster for it.

-He smiled gently, offering you his hoof to hold, “Technically I don’t have horns, I have antlers. But we can- together.” His answer made you smile, it made you feel like you belonged!

-Kureha entered and you instantly flinched, holding onto Chopper, scared, but she sat down on the empty bed across from you, “I won’t touch you, Y/N, that’s why I sent Dr. Chopper here instead.” Your eyes went wide, looking at him, “You’re a doctor?”

-He beamed, looking smug and proud, but you were so confused, he was a doctor, but he didn’t hurt you, he was so nice. You looked back at Kureha who saw your realization, giving you a grin and a small nod.

-Kureha, true to her word, kept her distance, ignoring the rumbling in the castle, hearing Luffy and the others fighting, and spoke with you, “Y/N, your ability is- it’s amazing! You could be the Great Miracle that all doctors have been wishing for, to help everyone they can!”

-The tears instantly swelled and spilled over, all your life, you’ve known this ability as a curse, and many had told you so, both your ability and existence, because without you, some people might still be alive!

-To hear that your gift was a miracle, and that you would help others, listening to Kureha that you could save the world if you learned how to control your ability.

-The thought seemed scary at first, but there was a swell of something inside of you, you felt so happy, like you were going to burst!

-You sobbed in relief, leaping into Luffy’s arms when he came to get you after defeating Wapol, clutching him tightly and Nami whacked him only once, scolding him for making you cry, as you were upset that he was injured again.

-You nearly were in tears again, holding Chopper’s hand as he was saying goodbye to Kureha, who was trying not to cry herself, not liking tearful goodbyes.

-Chopper was sobbing loudly as your whole crew was gawking with wide, wonderous eyes, as Kureha seemed to use magic to make it snow cherry blossom, the pink glow from the cannons illuminating the white snow in a pink hue. It was so beautiful! You had never seen anything like it!

-You were happy to be back on the ocean and Usopp couldn’t help but grin, seeing you opening up a bit more, showing Chopper all around the ship.

-The others learned quickly not to tease Chopper about eating him, you overheard them joking about it and Sanji and Zoro spent almost an hour trying to calm you down, each of them having several steaming lumps on their head while Nami and Usopp yelled at them while Luffy was hiding with Chopper.

Elsewhere

-A man sat in a bar, looking over a couple of bounty posters, a grin on his lips, “You’ve grown Luffy… but I’m kicking your ass because you never told me you got a little sister! That means I’ve got a little sister now!!”

#one piece #luffy #eri

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invisibleraven · 16 days ago

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"This will not be awkward at all." - For Flynn and Luke because we were talking about them on the server.

Flynn and Julie had been best friends since diapers-the type of ride or die best friends that were stuck together like Krazy glue. They had each other's back, and valued each other's opinion.

So when Julie got into someone new, she always relied on Flynn's opinion before she got in too deep, and Flynn was never afraid to tell her like it was.

That is, until Luke.

Flynn doesn't like Luke. Sure, he's cute-even Flynn can appreciate that, even if she is majorly not into dudes, so she sees the appeal. But she just-doesn't like him. Maybe it's the cocky attitude, or the singular music obsession. Maybe the fact that he has no back up plan other than make it big with his band-who are great, no mistake, but they live in LA, the city of hopeless dreamers, where even ambition and talent might not get you there.

She tells Julie all this, but her friend is too far gone-ass over teakettle at first glance. Flynn gets it-she had been the same way for far too long with Carrie, only getting out of that toxic situation after major heartbreak, even after Julie tried to warn her.

So she puts up with luke, the way he and Julie are so wrapped up in each other, and prepares to be there when it all hits the fan.

"I want you two to get to know one another," Julie said. "I can't have you hating my boyfriend Flynnie."

"I don't hate him," Flynn protested.

"Just... give him a chance? For me?"

Flynn sighs-Julie is in full pleading puppy mode, and as much as she doesn't really want to spend time with Luke one on one, she still hasn't found a way to say no to Julie.

"Fine."

Julie of course, orchestrates the whole thing-saying she's putting them in a room to talk and will be back later, hopefully with the both of them alive. Flynn turns away when she kisses Luke goodbye-they always give her the oogies.

"This will not be awkward at all," she mutters to herself.

"So..." Luke begins, flinging himself back on the couch. "What's up?"

This was going to be a loooooooooong night.

Flynn tries, she really does, but outside of Julie, they don't have much in common. Luke is obsessed with music-mainly rock and punk. Flynn enjoys music, even pays her bills as a DJ, but that means she's more into dance and electronica-she and Luke's drummer have had many a long conversation about the different genres of house music they enjoy. Luke thinks it's all noise, preferring stuff created with instruments than computers.

Flynn likes fashion-it's her major after all, and enthuses for a while about the different styles she likes, how much fun she has designing and creating outfits. Luke wears the same thing every day-baggy jeans and a cut off band tee.

'I mean, you rock the look-but you have got to get a better belt than old shoelaces," Flynn critiques.

Luke laughs at that. "Fair. I promise to upgrade if you design me a suit without sleeves."

"So you can show off the guns?"

"It's a sensory thing," Luke admits. "Makes me feel constricted, and after finally ditching the binder-well I'd rather not feel that way ever again."

Flynn stalls at that-"I didn't know."

Luke shrugs, then stretches-his torso is covered in tattoos, but when she looks closer, she can see the faint scar tissue. "I don't exactly advertise it, but yeah. Since I was a teen-my folks were really good about getting me on T, getting me the surgery. The music thing, less so. It's why I left."

Shame floods her-sure that every time she had made an offhanded remark about his plans to make it big it must have stung. But when she opens her mouth to apologize, he shakes her off.

"I know it's unrealistic, but I have to try you know? I'm sure people have told you the same sort of crap about designing."

"Yeah," Flynn replies, even if it isn't true. She doesn't need her own big line, or even a place to sell her stuff, and everyone has been really supportive of her being realistic.

They table the discussion for a bit, talking instead about the joy of creating, their hatred of healthy eating-even as Julie rags on them for needing vegetables in their diets, a book series they both love, and their ambivalence towards sci-fi, even after Reggie has tried to get them to watch all the Star Wars movies.

"You know, I was wrong," Flynn said as they settled back on the bed together.

"Alert the presses, that never happens," Luke snarked.

Flynn stuck her tongue out, then laid her hands over her stomach. "I don't think we'll ever be best friends, you and I. But I like you."

"Aw, I like you too Flynnie," Luke replied, a little teasing, with an undercurrent of sincerity.

"However, if you break Julie's heart, I break your strumming hand."

"Understood." Luke yawned then. "How do you feel about naps?"

"I enjoy them, but if you try to cuddle me I will whack you with a pillow."

"You are talking to the Camp WanaWeep Pillow Fight champ-bring it on," Luke said with a grin.

"Didn't that place get condemned?' Flynn asked.

"Oh yeah, it was the worst," Luke giggled.

Flynn snorted at that, but soon let herself drift off to sleep-though she was clutching a pillow-champ or not, she was serious about whacking Luke.

Later she woke up, finding him writing something-probably a song, and Julie sitting on the bed next to her.

"Hey Jules."

"Do you approve yet?"

"He'll do," Flynn replied, stretching as she got up. "But I did give him the shovel talk."

"I expect nothing less," Julie replied.

"Cool. I'm out, I have homework to do." Then she got an idea, grinning to herself, before picking up a pillow. "Patterson, think fast!"

She lobbed the pillow at him, laughing as he sputtered after it landed on his face. "Pillow fight champ my ass. Have fun you two!"

With that she left-hearing Julie's shrieks of laughter as she did. Yeah, she and Luke would probably never be super close, but he had passed muster with Flynn-and that was good enough.

Even if she was still totally making sure he got a better belt.

#filled prompts #ficlet #flynn & luke #julie and the phantoms

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adoremexxs · 1 year ago

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Information about my Demon Slayer Au

I mainly focus on the Hantengu brothers because I love them way more than everyone else.

Warning: this contains very heavy themes such as sh, abuse, etc.

Sometimes this can vary from highschool to college, it really depends on the time.

Sekido is the oldest brother, Karaku is the second oldest, Aizetsu is the middle child and Urogi is the youngest out of the quadruplets. Urogi has his birthday on another day because he almost died and he also was just born a lot later.

Zohakuten is the youngest. Zohakuten is 15, just recently turned and is going into his freshman year. The brothers are all 17 and going into their junior year.

Most of the stories I wrote recently are when Zohakuten is in 8th grade. That’s when he meets Rui.

A little backstory. Their mom gave birth to the quadruplets and she was happy and healthy, their mom was Latino. Their dad was Japanese.

Whenever she had Zohakuten, Zohakuten had an illness that affected her body instead of his. The only side effect that he really got was that he was really sick as a kid and he has the purple vein-like cracks under his eyes.

His illness took over her body and whenever Zohakuten was 7 years old, she passed away. It was a long, painful death because she had been hurting so bad.

Sekido had to take care of her while she was sick and even took up a part-time job to help his dad and mom out. He grieved the hardest when she passed.

Their dad was an alcoholic and a narcissist so they regularly experienced beatings as children.

Sekido had it the worst. He took all the beatings for his brothers so they didn’t have to deal with it.

It still didn’t stop his father from almost beating Zohakuten half to death. Because of Zohakuten’s sickness, they regularly had to go to the doctor. It was expensive.

Zohakuten got better over the years but if he got a little cold, he would take a few days or weeks to recover.

Shortly after Zohakuten turned 7, their father dropped them off at their grandpa Urami’s house.

Their grandpa is their father’s dad so he is Japanese.

He taught them their culture and also taught them respect. Urami was old and fragile as well as extremely narcissistic and manipulated the brothers a lot but he did truly care about them…sometimes.

Two years pass, Zohakuten is 9 and he is with his grandpa and his grandpa suddenly has a seizure and a heart attack.

Zohakuten is 9 years old. He has no idea what to do but freak out and watch his grandpa die in front of him.

Right as their grandpa died, Sekido had gotten home first since Aizetsu was hanging out with friends and Urogi and Karaku were at school clubs.

Sekido had so much hatred towards Zohakuten that it was the first time he put his hands on him. He blamed Zohakuten for all of the misery they had to suffer with.

Sekido had to take up two jobs to provide for his family. They were “placed” with their father. Their father let them live in the rundown house but they had to pay him money.

He never came around to see them or anything. Whenever the quadruplets turned 15, he finally just let them live there.

Zohakuten was 10 and was self harming himself in their little kitchen when Sekido found him. Zohakuten hasn’t hurt himself since because Sekido’s words and punches cut deep enough for him not to even think about it.

Urogi was bullied throughout primary and middle school for his loud and cheerful personality and also weird looks because he looked a bit different from his brothers.

Urogi has a scar on his waist from where his father had hit him with a beer bottle.

Aizetsu suffers from depression and anxiety and body issues. He’s on medication for it and he is doing better.

Urogi is very apathetic to his trauma, at most, he has self image issues and worries about how others perceive him.

Karaku deals with his trauma by sleeping with people and like Urogi, he has self image issues and drug and drinking addictions. It stopped whenever Zohakuten found him almost dead though. This was when Zohakuten was 13.

Sekido has became exactly like their father. He carries that burden on his shoulders, multiple scars from beatings, getting locked out onto the porch in freezing degree rain, extreme mental health issues, overthinking and more.

Sekido has put his hands on Zohakuten and Karaku the most. Karaku instigates it the most and they get into full fledged fist fights.

Sekido broke Zohakuten’s nose whenever they got into a huge fight. Zohakuten was 12 whenever Sekido broke his nose. The fight was about Zohakuten hanging out Gyutaro and Daki. Gyutaro is known as the drug dealer and Daki is his “slutty” little sister. They gave Zohakuten drugs and he did them.

Sekido felt extremely guilty afterwards and did everything in his power to make it up to Zohakuten who didn’t want to talk to him.

Zohakuten doesn’t stay at home at all. He goes over to Rui’s almost every day or just stays in his room. He broke down in front of Rui and told him everything about his home life and all he could was cry.

He has since then pledged to never cry in front of Rui again because he seems “weak.”

Sekido has taken up therapy and medication after he broke Zohakuten’s nose and involved himself in a lot of past times. Him and Zohakuten still have an extremely off relationship.

The friend groups.

I’ll just refer to them as the delinquents (the demons) and the popular kids (the hashira). They all are extremely popular for their own bad reasons.

The Popular kids: Shinobu, Giyuu (he’s just there tbh), Gyomei, Sanemi, Kyojuro, Tengen, Kanae, Mitsuri, Obanai, Tengen’s girlfriends in this case, Yoriichi

The Delinquents: Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Gyokko, Kaigaku, Hairo, Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu, Urogi, Gyutaro

Yoriichi will alternate between friend groups because of his brother.

Then we have Tanjiro’s friend group: Tanjiro, Nezuko, Kanao, Zentisu, Inosuke, Genya, Muichiro, Senjuro, Rui

Zohakuten’s friend group: Zohakuten, Rui, Gyutaro and Daki

He barely even talks to Gyutaro and Daki anymore but they are his friends.

Football players: Kyojuro, Akaza, Karaku, Sekido, and Tengen.

Basketball players: Akaza, Urogi, Gyutaro, Kokushibo, Yoriichi, Gyomei, Muichiro, Sanemi.

Soccer players: Akaza, Urogi, Aizetsu, Karaku, Sekido, Kyojuro, Giyuu and Muichiro.

Track players: Karaku, Tengen, Aizetsu, and Shinobu

Cheerleading: Kanao, Kanae, Koyuki, Mitsuri, Makio, Suma, Hinatsuri

Archery: Sekido, Susamaru and Yahaba

Debate: Sekido, Kaigaku, Kokushibo, Yoriichi, Tanjiro

Baking: Mitsuri, Kanao, Kanae, Nezuko, Zentisu, Tanjiro

Wrestling: Urogi, Kyojuro, Tengen, Gyomei, Mitsuri, Akaza and Sanemi

Shinobu runs the science club.

Akaza and Kyojuro are friends and get along great, they practice sports together.

Kyojuro does have stalker tendencies as he stalked the last girl he was dating. Karkau and Urogi harass him about it.

Depending on the storyline, I usually don’t include Muzan. Muzan is Rui’s father in my hes but he is pretty young and he gets paid to stay away from his actual family.

His family is filthy rich so he gets paid a bunch. Muzan definitely has befriended Kokushibo though either way.

Relationships with the Hantengu brothers.

Urogi doesn’t have a label neither does Karaku. They swing both ways and don’t care what you identify as, they love you the way you are.

Sekido is bisexual/demisexual. It takes him a long time to feel a connection with someone so if you are the lucky person who he clicks with, do not betray his trust at all. He is mentally unstable and trying to heal!

Aizetsu’s depression has made him aromantic almost. If he falls in love, he doesn’t care what you identify as, what you look like, just love him and cherish him.

Zohakuten does not give a shit about relationships at all. He hates couples in general. He is only focused on getting out of school and spending time with Rui.

This was just more information on my Demon Slayer AU. Muzan is lowkey just there and I definitely focus on the Hantengu Brothers more. I just like them more.

I kinda went into depth and tried to explain the timeline. If something doesn’t make sense, I’m sorry. I’m writing this at 12 AM and half asleep.

I hope you enjoyed!

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st33le · 1 year ago

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HALLO MASH PACRIM AU?????? im giving you free reign to infodump PLEASE tell me more

MEAHAHA! Thank you!!

I originally got the idea from @benevolenterrancy, thank you again for giving me this new obsession lmao.

I have so many ideas for the au in general, and my little story line especially.

I’m a CharlesHawk truther, so my story really revolves around them and their relationship, Bj and Trapper do exist in my storyline, but mainly in the background.

Trapper, I have unfortunately demoted to ✨ Element that drives the plot ✨. I’ve thought more on what I wanted the accident to be between him and hawk. Like there was the question of, oh well, does hawk visit him? No. Why? Guilt. Why is he guilty? That sort of thing.

So the accident, in more detail. Trapper and Hawkeye were deployed to deal with a large category 2, maybe a category 3. The Kaijus nickname right now is Sabermane, but I may change that in the future. Anyway, they’re deployed to deal with the Kaiju and through a series of mistakes, due to Hawkeye's pride and cockiness, they start losing the fight. The Kaiju gets the upper hand and throws Surgeon Resilient back (their jaeger is only a Mark 1, its pretty durable but it’s not as heavy as Cherno Alpha, the Russian jaeger from the movies) because of their jaeger being older there were a few key flaws in the design of the conn-pod. That being that the supports for the pilots can’t take sudden jolts and will release and drop the pilots.

So guess what happens! Hawkeye gets dropped and passes out. My favorite plot device. Leaving trapper to pilot alone, which as you know, people can not do. So later, hawkeye wakes up to a bunch of doctors and a bunch of press. He's confused and pretty out of it all still. hes not that hurt, but he's left a little scarred (i put a few scars on his face in one of my previous posts.)

Hawk is debriefed and finds out that he's been out for about a week. Surgeon Resilient was almost completely destroyed and both of them would have died if it wasn't for the quick actions of trapper. Trapper had piloted the jaeger alone for just long enough to get them a reasonable distance away from the kaiju to eject them both from the conn-pod. But it wasn't without its consequences, shortly after the military recovered trapper and hawk, trapper fell into a coma after all the adrenaline from the battle wore off.

Hawk after some rest was taken to see Trapper and the doctors/military explained that Trapper wouldn't be able to drive again as the Drift would be enough to kill him. Hawk immediately feels overwhelming guilt over this. Feeling that it was his fault that trapper ended up this way.

trapper does end up waking up later in the story and that's a whole angst arc for hawkeye to go through. (and Charles being there and being supportive) But yeah, after all that he goes back to being a civilian for a few years until he's called back for the trial runs for the new jaegers, sense the military wants experienced pilots to run them for the greatest chance at success. Anyway. BJ is also in the story but they meet later on. BJ and Peg are pilots but they were first deployed together after hawk retired, so they didn't really get to meet or know him until recently. I've given a little more personality to Peg, I want her to be a bit snarky and blunt. She knows her limits and strengths and tends to be the smarter out of the two.

Peg is respectful of Hawkeye, but I feel like if she found out why he retired from the service she would be a little more critical of him.

also, I realized I never really explained why Charles was so eager to jump into a jaeger to prove he was right. Charles does have drop experience from simulations. He works with Jaegers so, I would assume he had some.

Charles knows how jaegers work intricately so while Hawkeye handles the physical fighting bit, Charles handles the tactical fighting bit.

Also Ofc my storyline is an enemies-to-lovers sort of situation cause it's one of my favorite tropes. Especially when it comes to Pacific rim and drifting. Going from, I want nothing to do with you too We're so in sync we fight perfectly together,,, THE VIBES BRO.

also, I've come up with a name for my little story, I'm gonna call it Worn Metal. Idk if it's a little Cheesy but yeah, because the new Jaeger is made from bits of the old one and Hawkeye was a pilot before I thought it was fitting. I want it to be a little more on the ship side so I might change it in the future but oh well. i also may make posts about like little things within my story so yeah. Thank you for letting me info dump, i will do more in the future >:3

#sorry this took so long to reply too ive been writing this for so long #ask #talk post #mash au #pacific rim au #mash 4077 #mash #mashblr #hawkeye mash #charhawk #charles emerson winchester iii #charles emerson winchester #hawkeye pierce #charles mash #pacific rim #Worn Metal

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spookyacewolf · 1 year ago

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The kid and the changling part 2

This is alot longer then the 1st part-

Janey sometimes see Finn out in the forest whenever Patty isn't around,She mainly got close to him.The 2 were like brother and Sister but sometimes they get eachother into dangerous situations..in the end they both sometimes get hurt or not..though they are okay at the end of the day..but they were hanging out then the sun sets..Finn looks at Janey and asked her something..

"You never visited a village or anything like that before..why is that..?" Finn asked curiously

"Humans and other creatures don't exactly like us changlings..and I don't know why..not like I could put up a fight- other then shape-shifting into others" Janey said

"You can shape-shift! Wait what if you shape-shift into a human so you can meet my Momma! Or her friends..maybe you'll get a family because of it!" Finn said happily

"Back up there- I don't need a family..im fine on my own..plus the sharp teeth always give it away.." Janey said she wasn't exactly wanting a family despite wishing for 1 she wasn't exactly ready..

"Oh okay..but can you please come with me I want you to meet my Momma! Please.." Finn said really wanting Janey to meet someone..

"Fine- but don't expect me to talk much I don't want anyone to hurt me-" Janey said

Janey shape-shifted into a "Human" she mainly wasn't use to it due to her scars being shown,She grabs some leafs that she knows aren't dangerous covering them up,she wished that she bought something warm or something to cover up her scars.Due to the fact she wasn't exactly open on how she got them,It wasn't by other creatures..it was the cause on why she ran away..she looks at Finn

"Are you sure your mother would be okay I mean- I keep getting you into dangerous situations especially that 1 time we almost got you know" Janey said very nervously

"Yea but at least we're alive.." Finn said

"Yea..I'm not exactly use to having friends..or a family..im afraid of getting hurt again..but..a knight sorta leaves out food for me..I don't know if I should trust him yet..I don't want a other trick and getting my hopes high for a family.." Janey said

"Hm..that's nice...hopefully you'll find a family..and you have me! My best friend!" Finn said then continued to talk "It's getting late and we don't want no were-wolves attacking us right?"

Janey nods as the sun was starting to go down,and the 2 noticed then they go to the kingdom..Janey mainly stayed behind him while they walked around seeing new people around scared her alot.Finn finally found his mother and Janey stays behind him.

"Momma!" Finn said very happily

"There you are! Stop running off without telling me..I don't want you hurt" Patty said

"I'm fine Momma..I'm okay..I got a friend I want you to me1et her name is Janey!" Finn said happily

Janey slowly waves due to being nervous she wasn't exactly the soical type at all,She looks at Patty with a nervous.It was quiet other then a few animals being out,Finn was happy that finally his close friend met his mother.

"Where are your parents?" Patty finally asked

"Oh them..heh...I don't want to get into details..so please don't ask me anything family related...that's all.." Janey said before going quiet..she wasn't exactly known to socialize

Finn notices and soon changes the subject "Hey Momma can she sleepover..?"

Janey looks at Finn and shakes her head,she doesn't exactly trust Patty as much as Finn.Then finally said

"Um..Finn I'm okay going home..I don't exactly trust her as much as you..remember..?" She whispers to him

"Awww man..maybe 1 day right..?" Finn asked in a whisper

"Yea 1 day.." she replied

Patty looks at Finn and Janey then told Finn it was getting late the 2 went home,Janey made sure the 2 were gone and shape-shifts into a cat before running to get out the kingdom.She shape-shift back into a human then stops as the leafs fell "Dang it..." then she hears a voice,she turns around and saw a man that's way taller then her she senses he was missing a leg (Don't ask).The changling looks up seeing a huge scar and a sorta blind eye due to the scar,She didn't fear him because of his looks she fears lilearty everyone.She backs away scared.

"Woah there little girl I'm not gonna hurt you why are you out this late shouldn't you be home?" The man said

"..I live in the woods so that's my home..before you ask about my parents..I don't have any.." Janey said trying to hide her scars "who are you anyways you look like the knight that leaves me food.." she asked curiously and nervously

"Oh I'm Jack what's your name little girl?" Jack asked

"Janey..most people call me that and I like the name..you seem..nice.." Janey warms up to Jack somewhat..

"Well..Janey you said you don't have any parents and you live in the woods..maybe you can stay with me for a while I hope my Husband doesn't mind" Jack said

"...Um sure...I can..do that...might take time to get use to..." Janey said

After the 2 talked,Janey realized that Jack is like a father figure to her..will he adopt her find out in a other part (I might just make this a 3 or 4 part thing) -This isn't cannon to the au! This is just for fun and sorry if their off character abit! I'm not exactly use to writing stories!-

@666melvin666 made the fantasy au

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juria9090 · 2 years ago

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Danny Phantom but make it murder mystery + supernatural/horror elements

Basically an idea of an au of which Danny Phantom fuses with Detective Conan. Throw both in a pot. Let it simmer for a while. Add some mysteries to the mix, a pinch of family and comfort, a couple of case solvings, a big bowl full off horror and supernatural elements. Mix them together and let it boil for over to dry a bit before adding a whole gallon of angst.

Boy i just got this idea today and i wanna throw it up here because i do not want it to live free rent here in my head.

Alright, let's get this over with.

There will be a lot of changes like the settings and all.

Alright. Here we go. Jack and Maddie Fenton are still scientists BUT! Both of them are morally dubious and sometimes can be a little bit darker than the sunshine vibe and image that they give off. They do not work for anyone and work only for themselves. They are a renown scientists and people's opinions on them diverge from time to time. Some people are wary and afraid of them while others applauded their works as scientists and look up to them.

Their children are geniuses. The public prefers the eldest daughter to look up to but they adore the youngest son. The children are famous in their own field. Jazz is on her way to be the youngest kid in history to ever enter a prestigious university and making a name for it in the psychology course.

Danny is still a fan of the space. Technically, he gain more benefits from his inventors parents because to appease him and not have him bothered them back in the younger days, they created all sort of inventions that can help Danny understand the space. They give him everything that they could with their money and genius brain. However, they are not a good parents. They still love their children but sometimes they forgot their responsibilities and often ignored them in favor of their own job. They put too much pressure on the children it nearly drove them apart.

Jazz have a love hate relationship with her parents. She is the oldest and the toughest daughter. Yes she is hurt by her parents and their decisions to deal with them but she always could brush it off. But when it comes to her baby brother she will literally explode and rage. Danny is miserable. He was happy when his parents give him gifts like books and inventions related to space. He even have his own small ship. But after the presents, his parents would dismissed him and get lost in their own world ignoring everthing in favour of study and science. Danny is Maddie's favourite child but he is often at the end of her dissapointment and rage. Jack always divert it from Danny whenever he is there. Maddie did not cross the line. However, she nearly cross it when she slapped Danny so hard it bruises when he was 10 years old. That day forever scar in Danny's brain. It happened because of an incident with a precious research paper.

Maddie felt guilty and tried to apologize by giving him more gifts. Jazz doesn't trust her mother around Danny anymore. Jack, ... He ignored everything and decided that nothing ever happened.

Jazz is five years older than Danny. She was 19 years old when her brother Danny, 14 years old goes missing. Her parents went into hiding a week before his dissappearance. She thought that it might be connected. The moment their parents dissappeared, they could not even contact them at all. They were left with money and other things for them to survive.

Her brother was missing for six months with no trace after both of them went to a science expo. Then he suddenly showed all bloody and bruised. He looks haunted. She found him shivering near the Fenton Family main house.

But one major change is that he is now a child. A 5 years old child. She recognized her brother as that child. Of course she would know him. She is his sister. She was the one that mainly raised him in the Fenton Family.

He lied about himself. She thinks that Danny was just trying to protect her. She studied the psychology of humans. Her main subject. She knows the child she dubbed as her Danny did not in fact act much like how a child will. Not even a child that is wise beyond their years.

Danny is oblivious though but she will keep her mouth shut right now. She will wait until he is ready to tell her.

Jazz was afraid for Danny so she let Danny's file be written as a dead file. Cast away to be forgotten for an unknown period. He is officially dead in papers and media. No one knows of the real predicament.

Danny only introduces himself as Niel which is kind of stupid of him even though he was supposed to be a genius child. Really Danny? The name derived from your own real name?

One thing for sure that everything that she knows as something unbelievable and never existed are now flipped over.

Supernatural things are true.

And Danny is the proof of it.

Danny looks so afraid. Those... creatures always goes after her brother and nearly took him away from her. She was afraid for him. The creatures seems enchanted with his presence and will always find a way to whisk him away from her grasp.

She can't see the creatures. But she knows that they are there. Too much evidence in front of her eyes shows that in fact the supernatural exists.

She once saw one of those creatures. It was when Danny was being carried by her. It's kind of weird. Usually when she was carrying him around, she did not see them. But she only sees it for a brief moment.

So she studied more about the supernatural things. She needs to have all of the subjects about the the supernatural and the other side of reality covered because it is important.

Important to protect her brother against the unknown.

Danny, to simply say it, could contact the dead and have the ability that is ... supernatural. Like a medium or liminal. And it effects him greatly. It not only effects his health but his lifestyle. His life. She tried to keep him safe.

Then she met these teenagers who seems taken with Danny. Well, not really teenagers. Only 13 years old boy and girl. It seems Danny have them in his tiny grasps..good. He needs friends and all the supports he could get.

Tucker Foley and Sam Manson are average teenagers at best. They are not in fact, friends. Just acquaintance at best. They always clash with each other. Sam and Tucker's fight rivals the fight between Paulina and Sam.

They always argue with each other and only in an agreement rarely. Danny acts like some sort of glue. Sam wants to see who the child that was adopted by the famous Fenton daughter. She dragged Tucker because he knows the place and has seen the kid.

Niel (Danny) takes her interest because he is something different. A concept she can't grasp. Bonus is that he is involved in something supernatural. Tucker did not like how she is around Niel. He loves Niel but goodness he will be around often with Niel when Sam is around. She will drag the poor child into something dangerous if she keeps that kind of behaviour and thinking.

Jack Fenton came back from hiding but Maddie Fenton is still missing. Jack looks somber and sad. Almost depressed. He said that he needs time away from his wife. He said both of them need time away from each other.

Almost like both of them are thinking about divorce.

Jack believes Danny's and Jazz's lies and is even more sad to know that his son is missing and possibly dead. Having Niel around causing him grief and heartache but he is never the one to lash out. Jack is still a scientist at heart but he will never repeat his mistakes. He has a chance now.

It does not mean that Jack is not going to stop looking for his son.

Danny's first murder case was when Sam dragged him with her and her parents to a party. Jack and Jazz are invited too. They are famous and the rich people there want famous people.

There they met the Gray duo. They met Damon Gray and Valerie Gray. Valerie is in the same class as Sam and Tucker. Sam and Valerie do not get along at all. Even more so than Sam and Tucker. Tucker and Sam agree that Valerie cannot be anywhere near Danny.

Tucker does like Valerie but as in girls in particular. Tucker does have a standard. Damon Gray is in the Police Force. He is in the investigation team. The detective is Mr Weston. Wes's father. Wes is actually one of the junior detectives learning under his father's teaching. Wes is usually seen hanging around Tucker and sometimes Valerie.

Crime happened and there was a lot of blood. Danny was at the scene having witnessed the murder happened. He can't see the face of the culprit but he knows other things like the culprit voice, height, and body shape.

He is under witness protection. Danny wants to tell them that something is going to happen to the killer. That something is angry. And that more people will end up dead if they did not find the killer quick.

Danny helps Wes and his father find the killer. Wes is suspicious of the Niel kid but oh well. Wes is 13 years old. Wes does know that Niel is hiding something and he will uncover it but he did not want to face the wrath of one Jasmine Elena Fenton.

A spirit is involved in the story between the murderer and the victims. That is the first step Danny is involved in the world of crimes and supernatural mixed in.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dannyphantom #phandom #dp au #danny phantom au #danny phantom fandom #jazz fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #detective conan au #dcmk #sam manson #tucker foley #wes weston #damon gray #valerie gray

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kit-williams · 1 year ago

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Warhammer 40k and D&D crossover/au

Whose everyone's favorite wolf boy? It's good boy Leman Russ! Just as rambly as the original post but I think I'm getting better at these

Leman Russ was eager to split off after he enjoyed his time roaming with his brothers.

He would certainly be one of the first ones to throw hands with all of his confused "traitor" brothers as the heresy would be raw and fresh

He really embraced the sense of adventure that came about as the brothers travelled together. Initially just to do some recon which turned into to the quest to get Angron's butcher's nails removed... it slowly spiraled for them and suddenly they found themselves fighting a Dragon, a lich, and some godly amalgamation (You know typical player character stuff)

They were considered a warband as in this homebrew a large army was around 100 people so 19 large men wandering around was deadly.

Though many villagers and others versed with adventurers found the group was odd with how they lacked a dedicated healer or even a bard. (They assumed Logar was the cleric)

If the brothers split up because of another argument then it would be along sort of heresy lines but it probably split apart because someone got tired and the fact that they could just relax and not worry... the fact that they could actually fall in love was also a big thing.

Leman would head back north to be with the raiders as their rambunctus nature reminded him of Fenris and of course he would start to conquor a large swath till he would come into conflict with Sanguinius whom had himself wandered north and found his own wife.

Leman's Wife would be named Ylva (which means wolf funny enough) as she was one who trained war wolves/war hounds/animal handler basically

They fought often enough as both are stubborn till Leman found out she was the daughter of a Jarl and before he came around was trying to regain her ancestral lands and Leman basically stole her chance for revenge.

Leman would have loved to remember her passionate and angry rant at him when he pushed her to finally open up but it all went out of his brain when he saw the way her bottom pushed out as she was pouting

It was with Ylva he finally understood what was "ailing" his brothers who all suddenly started showing interest in mortals

Leman was very ill for Ylva

Though it took her awhile to realize that the "high jarl" was very much down bad for her.

But as soon as she started to return the affection he put a pup in her as fast as he could

The son that is important to the au is either named Bjorn or Lukas this is up for debate as I figured Leman would name his first son Bjorn and maybe his youngest Lukas but the son that would be important to the story is defo not the eldest but he might not be the youngest I'm not sure. Subject to change; just mainly he isn't an only child is the big thing. Leman would not be content with just one child.

The only person who can be rough to his kids and wife is him and the man will go feral

He loves his pups no matter how old they get they will always be pups compared to him; he refuses to reveal how old he actually is; cares little for the gender they are his precious pups.

Even if they aren't all warriors he still loves them

~NSFW~

Breeding kink given the amount of children Ylva has given him; much to her dismay she enjoys teasing him too much and ends up on the recieving end of that pent up affection

Primal play; There's something terrifying and thrilling about being chased in the snow by a butt naked man literally howling like some werewolf

Marking; Ylva has a big scar on her shoulder from when Leman bit her

#Leman Russ #warhammer 40k #D&D #NobleBright #Warhammer 40k au #Leman is a fun dad #But also the scary dad #Primarchs

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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago

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There's a few things happening here in Shawn county it might change this it is mines about sitting and blithering but then again nothing has.

-Charlotte county sheriff is now down to 350 sherrifs. We heard them say and that's the max they want to cut them down to 300 today

-they put to go to police they had 20 they were down to 15 yesterday today I'm they want it to be down to 10

-the neighborhood was at 240 and since yesterday dropped to about 220 out of 300 households. It's due to their actions within Florida and trying to take over from inside position and are getting hit I'll do it so and it failed miserably and a lot of them died

-there are 300,000 warlock and Charlotte county and that was this Monday I had some large forces in Florida trying to get here so they tried to disrupt from behind and 99.9% of the ones who lost where the doing that here and really it was up to about 50,000 gone yesterday afternoon last night it went up to 100,000 going from attacking for the rear it's over the past two days since that happened that's a lot of people kind of what's going on here. Therefore only $200,000 remain and those are your higher up people

-early 3200 l here in West Charlotte and Pensacola about 200 died so down to 3,000 and they want to remove 200

-true too Trump did a little penance there as his family and Sarah is still doing it and in his mom's body she's a mutant and scars disappeared and the kneecaps grew back and the ankles are not used anymore she can't tell she's in someone else's body mainly because it was peacock's body similar surgery is done....ok. the Trump had taken all the stuff and as president he was going to enacted but the guy does not check himself is lazy bum and we can't have that and we can't have some of them counts on us to do it. So he gave up all his stuff to his people and people ripping them off. And Tommy F was the one doing it. the cunt Trump is blaming our son, just remembered it was Tommy f so we can't use them for anything or have them near our son we don't want them there son at all guys such a f****** jerk, I'm going to leave him off him because of what he just said and he's not going to be doing anything and same with Dan but really had the stuff and he was taking it was taken because of the bodies they were in. Dan is laughing it is funny you're so hard on them and you took them for so many rides and ruined so many things we're trying to do for our son and f*** you is what happens okay and f*** you is what happened to you stupid Trump you f****** a****** having a kid too couldn't keep anything because of you and so f*** you you f****** piece of dirt to learn anything tell me if did it but holy s*** f*** you. You broke so many bones in d she couldn't go on after a while it was too hard and Sarah spent like 9 years trying to heal finally she got her bones to work right and found out they're not her bones so I said the same thank you for taking care of my mom's skeleton you piece of s*** tell your piece of s*** to shut up and blow his brains out how about we work it that way and see if it does something. They're going to blow his brains out all over your stupid f****** body. Hey there idiot too you shut them up or it happens. That should be taken seriously but she thinks Tommy f did the whole thing. How'd that go sarah you and Trump have the accident happen you like that tell me I've had to do tons of work too because that's stupid s*** too. We have something to say I think it's illegal. Hahahaha our son as laughing this is the why, sure it's illegal only if you had police and we hear you don't have them but what would you be reporting okay sarah you can be arrested for being in her body not really the other way around. Everybody knows who Trump is now so does this mean that Tommy f is interested in money finally. It's kind of like you're a shelter and he couldn't inherit anything his parents were paranoid to put him in a will because of you two idiots and the third one there. But he didn't do this at all on purpose is done to you after they died and he took everything from you but he took from them now it's time for you to lose the last part Trump and Sarah and other trumpsters.

I'm moving on to the next torture phase and if you don't think it's torture then what was it and son says there's a few of them but one of them is

* you get to be Donald Trump and he's the one who took the money.

Trump went out there last night to see what he can do about Tommy f. And he lost and it's going back out there shortly there's a big fight out there throughout the whole Halloween and Friday the 13th series and they're going to get into these fights Non-Stop when Tommy f is the one fighting is going out there to try and retrieve his face from Lily AKA Michael Myers who always wanted to be the Myers girl Paris Hilton and she got the name at least see. She's doing her job and yeah you'll see her in movies mutating into just about anybody like Bo Derek and she doesn't quite a bit and she can't do it here. What are you saying loser he went to attack me so you don't get the price well what else would it be but something really bad. And he was talking to Lily and she's trying to shake it off and says it's probably what happens she says try and attacking me and see what happens so it happens to you all the time and thanks for the invite I'll pour some gas on you you see the movie series you get attacked anyways s*** head. This is oh that's a lot of fun and by the way a new full heights and power you would be dead before I even got there cuz I can shout you to death if you have big mouths and now you're going to die permanently finally inother news Trump got his body back. And Sarah is in my mom's body. And she's terrified and said who's doing that I already told you who as soon as you the guy goes after you for his mask his face. She says that's disgusting he's the one doing it I have his face on yeah being surprised it make sense right, he said the last part to Lily and she says that's right. A lot of people horrified but we're going to publish and yeah Trump and Sarah are going on to do something else is stupid after you be yourself for a little bit which will get rid of you faster now that you have the money and get instead of the stuff

Thor Freya

Zues

It's going to happen to you anyways stupid s*** and you don't pay anybody so you're going to be out soon this is actually going to do it quite a bit to you not the whole thing but yeah

Hera

Who is expect only a couple other things we necessary to get you out of here and the biggest one is have we really gotten and what we want done cuz we have to rely on you Trump so you do an assessment and we have several more things we need to do. The first one is to divest the money the second is to try and move our son's money around which is something you're willing to do because of the first. The third is we need you to act like you're mortal, not like your immortal. You have weaknesses and failties that are glaring and you have to act like him a little. And they're a few more things that are going to happen to you you're going to move into them. You are possessed anyways trying all sorts of dumb things and figured it out and we are going to do things too for you trying it. You have to go off and do the head hellraiser guy and obviously the name is fitting your pinhead. Sarah has to do something too she has to get her body back and she's just a lot of stuff but when she does she becomes the queen of the bold she wants to be queen so bad. And our son says that you don't know when to shut up you too idiots and she gets dissected her back gets put back in in her body attached everyday it gets detached several times a day and they say it's for treatments and it's dolores body still that's how you can survive most of what happens to you Sarah will kill you almost immediately. You people are frail race even though you're kind of immune your body is human and it takes a day off tough time and your people can't survive down here for too long you make fun of him for having some injuries and stuff then you get massively injured and your people get injured every day walking around.

You're sick of you too think it is punishment cuz we're involved too and we hate you you're blaming our son anyways and we're going to do more to you because you're blaming him and what's going on now we'll make a lot of people very very sick

Olympus

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your-local-writer · 3 years ago

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Heya! Begging you for headcanons for Dabi, Shiggy and Toga with a reader who is like Ririka Momobami from Kakegurui?

The reader is basically yk excellent at copying people, always wears a mask and is all cold and stoic when wearing the mask, but in truth they suck at conversations and feel quite insecure when the mask is not covering they’re face anymore? <:

Dabi, Toga, and Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Warnings:Nothing I can think of to be honest, mainly fluff and such. Oh, and not proof read </3 so if there is female pronouns or anything please let me know<33 A/N: I was more than happy to do this! Anon, this was so cute!! Thank you so much for requesting, and the other anons for requesting too. I loved this <3 Also, happy (kinda late lol)Halloween!!

Dabi{Touya Todoroki}:

Dabi didn’t think much of you, to be honest. He just got a bit uncomfortable with how quiet you could get at first. Sometimes he’d notice you staring at him, just cold, no emotion he could sense. He’d snarl a bit with how weird he saw you. Thought you were doing to find a weak spot on him, seeing how you did it to the others as well.

During a fight, Dabi noticed how you copied Toga’s attacks, even noticing when you’d almost match her voice pitch to some extent. He assumed you just acted like her but knew how to act civilly when appropriate. Yet, it wasn’t. Upon seeing you match Shigaraki’s personality when confronting people willing to join the league. You were even acting somewhat childish when stating certain things. He then caught on to what you were doing and was a bit impressed, to be honest.

After some time, Dabi started to get used to your quietness. To some point, it was soothing to him. A comfortable silence he needed after dealing with league members or stress in general. You two never spoke too much, and he liked that about you. Always thought that was your way of protecting yourself. And he respected that boundary.

However, one day your mask got destroyed while in a fight. Dabi noticed and saw you look frantically for it, not noticing it was pretty much dust by now. He saw the worried and frantic look on your face and just assumed you were concerned about your face being scarred or something of the sort. Afterward, heading back to any hideout the league was at, he noticed you were a lot more fidgety than usual, like an utterly different person.

So, as one does, he cornered you and wanted answers. He noticed that you were nervous. And saw you trying to pull a tough act. It didn’t get through to him, though. He was yanking your collar and leaning closer. You were nervous, and you knew the act was over; you couldn’t convince him. So you told him the mask was an easy way to hide behind your true feelings; you were insecure. You copied others to benefit yourself in certain situations.

He let you go, and you gave Dabi the answer he wanted. And the fun started when walking back to the hideout. He found it amusing you tried to start up conversations and fell flat on your face at each attempt. Dabi never expected the mysterious mask intimidator would be so bad at doing something as easy as speaking. When you two were back, he was holding in some laughs as you two made your way inside.

Dabi will never admit to you, but he thinks it’s better when you’re more awkward—finding it more real when your mask is off—not faking it like other people. Is it uncomfortable when you attempt to start a conversation and fail miserably? Yeah, but he likes it. Probably more than he should <//3

Toga Himiko:

She always thought you had the mask because of a quirk, always giggling while poking at the mask. Wasn’t a huge fan of your stoic demeanor. Would always over exaggerate when talking about you. Even made up a story about you being a monster who lurks in the night. And only puts on your mask to hide your identity from the cops. She worked hard on it <;/3

She was one of the first who saw you copied other people when she noticed and got excited since it was similar to her quirk! Loved seeing you act like her when fighting; she thought it was super cute and felt special since you copied her moves specifically! She always was pouting when you copied anyone else’s fighting style. And once, she caught on when you sometimes acted like Twice when you were around. She loved it and thought it was a way to get close to her! But she did ask you to pretend to be Midoryia a lot <//3

Though the day she saw your face, she ran up to you for a hug but ended up startling you. You two didn’t fall, thankfully. However, your mask did. Toga didn’t notice at first. Only when she looked up at you did she see your flustered, pretty face. Catching your eyes, scanning the mask as you fidgeted, almost stuttering an “E-excuse me..” trying to get her to let you go. She surprisingly did as she let you grab your mask. She giggled, realizing why you wore it after noticing how you went from shy to the regular cold demeanor people are used to.

After the incident, Toga always teased you for being socially awkward. Always asking to see your face, sometimes nuzzling you when you did, and she’d cutely pout if you refused. Even though she teased you for being a bit insecure, she was constantly chirping compliments in your ear, trying to get you out of your comfort zone, and sometimes mocked your stoic demeanor. She always thought it was funny when some people saw you as scary or intimidating, knowing how you acted with the mask off. She doesn’t think less of you.

Tomura Shigaraki {Tenko Shimura}:

Similar to Dabi, Shigaraki didn’t overthink you. But, much unlike Dabi, Shigaraki did call you a creep a few times as he caught you staring at him and was much more open on his opinions with how you presented yourself. You didn’t talk much. He didn’t care and liked how you did your job. You were never really in his way.

Shigaraki never was always paired up with you but heard things Toga would spew. Since then, he was intrigued by you, and he would get you two to be on missions together. And noticed you were mimicking him. At first, he thought you were mocking him. Until he saw you match Mr. Compress’.s doges. Which made him even more curious, and frankly, a little jealous. He wondered if that’s why you used to look back at your colleagues when you first joined, taking mental notes to see what you found helpful and use it yourself. The curiosity involving you grew, from stories from Toga to experiences from league members and first-hand experience. What else is there about you besides your stoic and cold attitude?

Then one day, curiosity got the best of him. When you were sitting across from him, he asked about your mask and how you were copying people. You didn’t answer that much, mainly “yes” and “no” being the only responses you’d give him, and those were even uncommon for what he’d ask. He did grow quite annoyed, seeing how you barely responded and how you were being a bit uncooperative. As his curiosity grew, so did his short amount of patience. Instead of asking to see your face, he just leaned in, touching you.

You didn’t react as Shigaraki faced you. You were a bit frightened as you were aware of his quirk. So you sat still hoping it’d cause him not to touch you, your mask was dust, you looked up at him, eyes wide. He looked at you, kneeling a bit. He wasn’t expecting you to look..a lot better than expected. “I wasn’t going to hurt you,” he said as you blushed a bit. You tried apologizing but could only stutter a pathetic and quiet“so-sorry.” He smiled to himself, “Who would’ve known. You’re always so serious when you have that thing on.” He said, putting his hand on his cheek, scratching his neck a bit. You two, in his eyes, had a much more pleasant conversation.

He found out more about you, finding out you copied other people to help get your way around. And when you were awkward, he’d let you know—not trying to be mean, not at all. Just him being honest and upfront. He was a bit surprised you were even socially awkward. With how you acted, he expected a more hard-headed and more bitch face kind of person, but hey, he wasn’t complaining

Ever since the day he knew you more, he wanted to spend more and more time with you. He still thinks you’re exciting and likes to see you fight. Likes how strong you are and your stoic demeanor but appreciates your more socially awkward side. Sees you more like an average person and less of a creep in his eyes. Likes you a lot more now!<33

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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years ago

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AN: Here’s part 2 of my nurse reader and Levi request! It recently came to my attention that I was lowkey confused, I realize that you guys were asking for part 2 to my solider Levi and princess reader but I’ve been working on this one instead😂😂 So I’ll try and get to that other one soon.

ALSO 139 SPOILERS

Part 1

Summary: Levi’s dreams are coming true

Word Count: 4.6K

Warnings: mentions of scarring, blood, struggling to walk, kissing, angst

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The first few weeks were rough, he struggled to do the most mundane tasks, his fingers shook as he gripped a pen, his breathing was labored when he climbed stairs. He hated every second of it, he knew that this was part of being injured and recovering, but still, he felt weak and exposed. He also knew that it was unlikely that he would ever be the same as he was before his accident, this didn’t bother him too much. However, the thought of you only knew him as a frail wounded soldier rubbed him the wrong way.

He used this as motivation to better his condition, with the knowledge that he would not function the same as before. He quickly found out that holding a pen in his right hand was now much too difficult, so he began practicing with his left instead. He also realized that being in a wheelchair was not for him. He hated being pushed by anyone, mainly because Gabi once lost control and sent him rolling down a busy street. So he began to use a cane or crutch, he also found out that he tired much faster using this method. But he much preferred it to the chair.

After only three months of being discharged, Onyankopon had sniffed out an affordable space to open a modest cafe. The space also had a short set of stairs that led to a one-bedroom apartment above, which originally deterred Onyankopon from investing due to Levi’s state. But Levi had insisted that he would manage, so on a gloomy Thursday afternoon, they signed the papers and bought the place. Gabi and Flaco had been ecstatic to help decorate the space, scouring antique shops and pawn shops for the best (and cheapest) pieces of furniture.

Levi had watched the pair carry in the first table, a round wooden piece fit for two along with mismatched chairs to go along with it. At first, Levi disliked the way the furniture clashed, but he soon grew to like it. As the kids slowly carried in more each week the space began to feel homier. The kitchen in the back was teeming with tins of tea, recipes that Onyankopon swore by were tacked up on bulletin boards. Each weekend Onyankopon would bring the kids back with armloads of ingredients to test out the recipes he had been gathering while Levi had been in the hospital.

Soon they had perfected a menu, with croissants that were crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside, sticky-sweet cinnamon rolls, and lemon tarts. Levi had never been a fan of sweets, but he knew that most people were, so each weekend they slaved over the stoves and made huge messes of flour and sugar. After two months the cafe was rather put together, tables and chairs of all sorts spread about the room in an inviting pattern. A chalkboard menu that was slowly expanding was sprawled out over the main counter, which was being stocked with pastries.

Onyankopon had brought in a box full of glassware that he had found on the side of the street, Levi had sneered at him as he watched him carefully wash them.

“What are you planning to do with those?” Levi asked as Onyankopon scrubbed the dust off of the glass.

“We can use them as centerpieces. Maybe we could cut some flowers from that field?” He said as he placed the glass vases and cups on the drying rack.

“I suppose,” Levi grumbled, happy that he hadn’t planned on using them as cups.

Finally, the day came when the menu was rounded enough and the furniture polished to open the shop. Levi hated to admit his nerves, but the truth was that his stomach was in knots and his heart was hammering out of his chest as he flipped the wooden sign on the door from closed to open.

Gabi had whooped and hollered, Falco had clapped ecstatically and Onyankopon popped open a bottle of champagne. Levi had given them the slightest of smiles as the group retreated behind the counter to wait for someone to wander in. Levi sat back on a stool that Falco had thrifted for behind the counter, his cane resting against his knee as he watched the door with a steady gaze.

“Can I be in charge of the pastries?” Gabi pleaded, big brown eyes wide as she clasped her hands together. Onyankopon shot a sideways look to Levi who inhaled sharply.

“As long as you don’t spit in the food.” Levi relented and Gabi leaped into the air in her excitement before jogging back into the kitchen to take stock.

“Falco you can carry food out.” Onyankopon offered and Falco nodded a gleam of determination in his golden eyes.

“I’ll run the register and Levi you can brew the tea.” Onyankopon looked pleased with himself after assigning the roles and Levi shrugged in indifference. The minutes ticked by and the door remained shut, the wide windows let the warm morning sun seep into the room, yet it carried no joy. Or at least it didn’t summon any deep feelings from within Levi. Just when Levi was about to give up and go brew himself his own tea before calling it a day, the door opened, the bell tinkling softly.

His mouth fell open when he saw you, in your plain clothes, a pair of dark dress pants and a silk dress shirt. Your purse was slung over your shoulder and in your hands was a bright bouquet of flowers. You pushed some stray strands of hair off of your face as you stepped into the cafe.

“(Y/n)! You made it!” Falco rushed around the counter and took your hand in his to lead you to the counter. You laughed warmly and allowed the young boy to drag you across the room.

“You’re the first person to come in.” Onyankopon mused softly as he stood behind the register, hands placed firmly on the counter. Your eyes widened in surprise before another warm grin passes placidly across your features.

“I am?” You asked, leaning on the counter and throwing a playful glance at Levi who was half hiding behind Onyankopon.

“It’s true.” Gabi groaned dramatically fanning her face, she had been fidgeting anxiously in the back for the past hour eager to serve guests.

“What can I get the good nurse?” Onyankopon steered the conversation back to business as usual.

“Ah, I’d love a cup of camomile and hmm maybe one of those lemon tarts.” You hummed, leaning over to examine the pastries that had been set on display in the glass containers.

“Excellent choice, that’ll be seven pounds.” Onyankopon slid the key into the keyhole in the register and the old thing sprang open, spilling some change. He chuckled as he awkwardly collected the spare change.

“Takes a gentle hand.” He explained as you smiled at him with the money in hand. Levi sighed and reached around Onyankopon to take the money as the larger man squatted down to retrieve the stubborn coins.

“Congratulations Captain, you’ve made this place your own.” You said, slipping the money into his hands, the pads of your fingertips brushing his calloused palm.

“Thank you, nurse (L/n).” He mumbled, trying in vain to fight off the butterflies swarming in his stomach.

“You’re so very welcome.” You watched as the rag-tag bunch began to hustle around the kitchen, Levi limped to the stove and began to boil the water in the kettle, Gabi was pulling on a pair of gloves before she began to inspect the pastries, looking for the best one. Falco gestured for you to follow him to that round table at the front of the store, right by the large window. You covered your mouth to hide an affectionate grin as he pulled the chair out for you. You sat and thanked him as you made yourself comfortable.

“I’ll bring your food to you miss.” He even did a bow which was when you could no longer hide your amusement.

“Falco, too much.” Onyankopon was also laughing behind the counter as the young boy scurried back to grab your pastry, which Gabi had carefully chosen just for you. Levi was now steeping the leaves in one of the mismatched sets of china that they had collected. Once the tea was steeped to perfection he set it on the tray with the pastry and Falco carefully picked it up, using both hands.

He set the steaming plates in front of you and you thanked him once more. You felt a bit awkward as the group watched with expectant eyes as you took the first bite. Your eyes lit up, it was just the perfect mixture of sweet and sour, the breading crumbling on your tongue.

You nodded and held a thumbs up which made Gabi clap her hands and squeal. Falco laughed and shook her shoulder, a giddy gleam in his eyes. Levi bit back another smile, not eager to let you pull them from his lips so easily. A few moments after you had begun to eat, the door tinkled open again, this time it was an older couple. They ordered and sat down near you, murmuring about the decor and such. As the morning wore on, more people began to wander into the shop, families and starry-eyed couples alike. You sat at your table, a small amount of paperwork from the hospital spread across the tabletop. You worked well into the afternoon, not necessarily because you needed to but because you wanted to catch Levi and check in on him.

You got your chance when the crowd ebbed and the orders slowed. The shop was once more empty and you could see the way that Levi limped between the sink and the stove. You gathered your courage and stood from your spot, leaving your purse and papers behind. Onyankopon was helping the kids in the back as they prepped for the pastries for tomorrow.

“I’ll dry if you wash.” You offered and Levi shot you a look over his shoulder.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I’ve been taking up that table all day, let me earn my keep.” You teased, carefully stepping behind the counter and into the kitchen. He did not oppose as you sidled up beside him and began to towel dry the dishes he had already scrubbed clean. You worked like this for a few minutes in silence, the sound of dishes and sloshing of water filling the air between you.

“You seem to have healed well.” You commented as you accepted another clean plate.

“Hm.” He hummed, eyes trained on his task. You noted that he no longer wore bandages on his hand where his fingers had once been.

“How’s your knee?” You asked and he bristled a bit.

“....it’s fine.” He said after a slight pause.

“I can look at it if you’d like.” You offered and he inhaled slowly before releasing his breath in one long exhale.

“I’m fine.”

“Then let me look at your fingers, if you are doing dishes it’s likely to get infected.” You were a tad embarrassed to admit that you simply wanted to feel his skin against yours once more. But luckily Levi felt the same. He paused his work and grabbed a towel to dry his hands off before slowly extending them to you. You accepted them and ran your fingers over the callouses that decorated his palms before pulling his hand closer to your face to get a good look at the nubs where his fingers once were.

Just as you had thought, they were fully healed with puckering pink flesh from where stitches had once been.

“They look well, you should be fine, just...be mindful of how much time you spend washing the dishes.” You hummed, turning his hand over in yours to examine the back of it, old and new scars littered the expanse of his hands and up to his forearm.

“Okay.” His words were breathy and a bit choked. You snuck a glance up at his face and smiled sheepishly at him as you released his hand, which fell slowly back to his side. His cheeks were a soft pink, hints of a blush from the heat of your touch alone.

“I would suggest looking into some gloves.” You advised and he rolled his eyes.

“How am I supposed to wear gloves without my fingers?” He asked, holding his hand up as if to emphasize the loss.

“You seem to have adapted well, I’m sure you can figure something out.” You assured him with a nudge to his side before you fell back into the easy rhythm of drying the dishes.

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You fell into a routine, stopping by when the cafe first opened to grab a cup of tea before your shift. Then you would go off to work and return later that afternoon to help Levi clean up. One rainy day you came in an hour later than usual, your scrubs soaked as you had forgotten an umbrella. Onyankopon and the kids had left earlier that week to go get the other cadets from Paradis, leaving Levi to tend to the shop alone.

As you entered you flipped the sign to closed and then wrung your sopping wet hair. Levi stood behind the counter, watching you with his one steel eye.

“What took you so long?” He asked before turning to do the dishes. You scoffed and looked back out at the window, the rain was pelting down mercilessly against the glass. But you said nothing, having learned long ago that arguing with him was pointless.

“What have you got for me?” You asked instead wanting to throw yourself into the work he had for you. He put you to work in the kitchen, taking stock and sweeping the floors until you thought that you would collapse. It wasn’t that the work that was taxing, but the work on top of the hours you had already clocked in on your feet at the hospital.

When he was pleased with your cleaning he waved you off with a dismissive flick of his wrist. Your clothes were still wet, as you watched him thumb through his earnings of the day in the register. You now knew a fraction of what he had put those cadets through all those years ago.

“Levi?” You tested, his name falling sweetly from your lips. He turned slowly, pausing his counting to give you his full attention.

“What is it?” He asked, placing the change back into the register.

“How would you like to get some dinner?” You offered with a shy smile. His eyes widened and he whipped around to shut the register.

“Only if you’re buying.”

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So now you sat across the table from him, your leg bouncing anxiously under the table inside the warm tavern. He seemed much less anxious, hands folded in front of him and his gaze void of any particular emotion.

“So...you come here often?” You tried to start the conversation, for the first time finding it difficult.

“No actually, I despise these places.” He answered literally and you nearly blanched, worried that you may have upset him or offended him in some way by bringing him here.

“What? We don’t have to stay then we can-” You were reaching for your purse but he held up a hand to stop you.

“It’s fine.” He assured you and you relaxed back into your seat.

“Why do you hate these places?” You asked out of curiosity.

“Not a fan of drunk men and shitty tavern food.” He shrugged indifferently. If he had been feeling braver he would have told you that it reminded him of his childhood and his mean drunk uncle.

“Ah, I see.” Your shoulders slumped and you cleared your throat to fill the silence.

“I don’t usually come to bars often either. Can’t trust me around beer.” You joked but Levi arched a thin brow.

“Why’s that?”

“Oh, my dad was a drunk and they say that it runs in the family. So I’ll never touch the stuff.” You shrugged and Levi was caught off guard with your honesty. He only hummed in response. Not long after that, the food arrived and the two of you ate in near silence, the sounds of forks scraping plates and wine sloshing in glasses. You paid for dinner and the two of you slowly made your way back down the street, which was slick with rainwater. You eyed Levi’s arm a bit longingly, wanting to feel his warmth pressed against you. You rubbed your biceps in an attempt to get the message across but he seemed clueless still. So you sighed and decided to take yet another risk, in one swift motion you slid your arm through his and he went rigid. His steps faltered and you looked over at him with a smirk curling at the corner of your lips.

“Is...this alright?” you asked and he nodded tensely before resuming his pace. You were grateful that his apartment was so close to the tavern, as it began to pour once more. But of course, you could not run because you feared that he would injure himself, so the two of you simply picked up your pace. Levi held the door for you and the two of you stumbled into the dark cafe, the tables and chairs looked almost like skeletons as you weaved your way through them to the back set of stairs.

“You can stay if you’d like.” he offered, a glimmer of uncertainty flashing over his features, clearly he was treading just as lightly as you were.

“I’d like that very much.” You grinned and the two of you climbed the stairs to his small apartment. The floorplan was open, the kitchen and living room were all in one space. The furniture was also mismatched here, he set about lighting candles even though you knew that the building had electricity. You wondered if it was a force of habit, all of his years on that island with no electricity, or if it was an attempt to set the mood. You said nothing all the same as the candles set the room aglow in warm light.

“It’s nice,” you commented and Levi hummed in agreement.

“It’s no barracks.” He said as he shook the match, a small trail of smoke curling up from his fingertips.

“Do you miss the military?” You asked as you slipped out of your shoes. He paused, a thoughtful look passing over his face as he pondered your question.

“At times, there are things that I miss. But no, I wouldn’t go back.” he shook his head, damp locks of raven hair falling in curtains over his brow.

“I can imagine.” You agreed as he slipped out of his coat and hung it on the coat rack, you did the same and he gestured for you to follow him to his room.

“I have some dry clothes you can borrow.” He said as he sifted through his drawers, pulling out a simple cotton shirt and a pair of loose-fitting pants. He held them out to you and you accepted them with a smile. You noted that the clothes were larger than the ones that he pulled out and you wondered who they belonged to.

“Whose clothes are these?” you asked out of curiosity and a pained look crossed his face. But you wondered if you had imagined it because of how quickly his features reset into his stoic mien.

“An old friend.” That was all he said before leaving you to change. You pulled the clothes on slowly and carefully knowing that these are likely one of the last things he had that belonged to his friend. Once you were done you stepped out of the room to find Levi already changed and boiling a kettle over his small stove. The shirt hung loosely off of your frame and you pulled the collar up gently as you crossed the room to stand by his side.

“Whatcha making?” You asked softly as he shot you a brief glance over his shoulder.

“Tea.” He said bluntly as he reached up into the cabinets and pulled out two mugs. You hummed and moved to take a seat at the modest table that was pressed against the back of his couch.

“Sounds good.” You said as you slipped into the seat, watching as he moved around his space. You noted the way his cane carried the majority of his weight, the way his fingers trembled as he poured the water to steep the tea leaves. You moved to get up and help him, but decided against it, reminding yourself that he was independent and could do these tasks on his own. Sure enough Levi finished the tea and carried the two cups over to you and placed them gently down on the table.

You thanked him quietly and blew a puff of air over the surface of the green tea, sending ripples through the liquid. He watched you with unreadable features, hands crossed on the table and his cane resting against his thigh.

“Tell me of your home.” You asked, daring a look over the rim of your cup. He inhaled and a far away look crossed his face as he thought of an appropriate response.

“As I knew it or as it is now?” He mumbled as he brought his own cup to his lips.

“Whichever you prefer.”

“Hm.” He hummed as he let the hot liquid sit in his mouth hoping to buy himself more time.

“Either way it was shitty.” He said after a few moments of silence. You set your cup down and gave him your full attention.

“We never had much, and I can’t say that it was a happy life.” He said, sneaking a glance at you to guage your reaction.

“I figured as much.” You commented and he shrugged.

“There isn’t much left of the landscape after the rumbling, but that’s everywhere now.” He grumbled, beginning to lose himself in his own memories.

“There used to be open fields and massive trees inside of the walls but…” He winced, flashes of blood and gnashing titan teeth, campfires, the heavy breathing of horses, explosions of thunder spears followed by the tangy metallic scent of blood.

“Levi?” Your voice was soft and filled with concern, he snapped out of his reverie, his fists clenched around his cup.

“Sorry.” He choked out, his tongue feeling fat and his mouth dry.

“It’s alright, I shouldn’t have asked.” You waved your hands and quickly took a sip of your tea.

“No, it’s not your fault.” He dismissed you, trying to calm the racing of his heart.

“I’m sure that you’re tired, I’ll see myself out.” You began to scramble, reaching for your things and pushing a stray strand of hair from your face. Levi wasn’t sure why, but he felt an urgent need to reach out and grab you. Before he could dismiss the sense, his hand had already shot out and caught your wrist.

You looked back at him with wide eyes, not moving a muscle. He stayed still as well, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your arm. If he was hurting you, you showed no sign.

“Don’t….it’s storming.” He said stupidly, as he stood keeping a hold on your wrist. Once he was on his feet he took a step towards you and his hand slipped down to intertwine his fingers with your own.

“O-Okay.” You squeezed his fingers and he returned the gesture, eyes blank although they darted between your eyes and lips every few seconds. You took a step closer so that the tips of your feet touched his, your breaths mingling together. Finally his eyes settled on your lips and you unconsciously licked them as you wondered what he would taste like. Green tea no doubt, just as bitter and tangy as his personality seemed to be.

You let out a shaky breath as he reached out, the back of his hand brushing that pesky piece of hair off of your cheek. He hesitated but gently grasped your face in his calloused palm, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone. You carefully broke free of his grasp on your hand so you could smooth down the fabric of his shirt above his heart.

He swallowed thickly before lifting his chin, eyes trained on your lips. You tilted your head and met him the rest of the way, your lips slotting together perfectly. His other hand came to rest on the other side of your face, and you whimpered. You opened your mouth wider, your tongue slipping past his lips to taste him. He did taste like green tea after all, bitter and overwhelming. You couldn’t get enough, your hands slipping up the column of his throat to find the shaven underside of his hair.

To your surprise he pulled away with a grunt, grey eyes wide and surprised. You looked back just as shocked but then you smiled. He blinked at you for a moment before pulling away completely and turning his back to you and running a hand through his locks.

“I’m sorry, that was inappropriate of me.” He apologized and you shook your head.

“I actually quite liked it. You aren’t my patient anymore Levi.” He remained silent, his back turned to you in shame.

“You’re not even a Captian anymore, you’re just a man.” You assured him and he turned to look at you now, eyes filled with a certain grief you couldn’t quite place.

“Is that how you see me then?” His voice was flat and you couldn’t tell if he was offended or pleased with the response.

“No, I see you as a good man, who has been hurt one too many times. Someone who needs a….companion.” You settled and he finally faced you once more.

“I shouldn’t have done that to you.” He grunted, steadying himself on the table.

“It’s okay Levi, I-I like you.” You felt like you were tripping over yourself to assure him that he was not crossing any lines.

“....” He remained silent, those sad grey eyes trained on your face as your chest heaved, panic quickly raising.

“I promise you I’m fine. I’ve actually been wanting to kiss you for some time now.” You sheepishly admitted, rubbing the side of your arm.

“I know.” He groaned his hands coming to hide his eyes and you felt even more distressed, you should’ve known better.

“Look, Levi I want to be with you, and if you want the same then we can be. You don’t have to-”

“Damn it (Y/n) I want to, but I don’t” He let out another frustrated grunt before his fist came down hard on the table, the cups rattling loudly at the disturbance.

“I don’t want you to be chained to someone like me.” He admitted, eyes averted.

“You don’t have to feel that way, I’m choosing you.”

“Promise?” His eyes finally met yours and you nodded curtly, a look of determination and confidence plastered to your face.

“Promise.” You assured him, sitting back down at the table to show that you weren’t going anywhere.

“And if you bother me too much then I’ll leave.” You teased, but he seemed to take it literally, sinking back into his own seat and nodding in understanding.

“That’s good.” He sighed, shoulders sagging in relief.

“I really should go home, think about this and we’ll talk tomorrow.” You stood, leaning over the table to peck a kiss to his lips. He nodded and watched with tired eyes as you left his apartment.

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bestiesenpai · 3 years ago

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The Language of Flowers - Toji Fushiguro

Who is ready for Toji Fushiguro fluff? This is a flower shop au + a kinda mafia au, so let’s see how it turned out, shall we? Gender neutral reader and no warnings :)

“Welcome in!” Fifteen minutes after opening your shop for the day, you got your first customer. It wasn’t uncommon for someone to come in so early, usually a senior citizen or a shop owner looking to spruce up their place with a fresh bouquet. But the person walking in as you rounded the corner didn’t look like the typical type of early morning client.

Smartly dressed in a suit with a large double breasted overcoat hanging off broad shoulders, the man that walked in had a much more serious demeanor than you were used to. Inky black hair with strands hanging in his face, a prominent scar on the edge of one lip and half-lidded eyes that seemed to stare right through you as they landed on you.

“Hello.” Even the smooth, deep timbre of his voice was out of place as he walked past tables full of bright orchids and petunias. He moved slowly, all the time in the world at his fingertips as he approached the counter.

“How can I help you today?” There was something unnerving about him but you pushed it away, gripping the edges of your apron so he wouldn’t see your hands slightly tremble.

“You make bouquets, right?” Looking over his shoulders a few times, his eyes settled on a few pictures on the wall of past arrangements. “I need one for a funeral.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Don’t be, he had it coming.” Chuckling to himself, the man tapped his chest a few times.

“O-oh.” Blinking away your shock, you gestured to the flowers on display. “Any particular flowers you’d like?”

“Lilies are funeral flowers, right? A handful of those and some glitter should be fine.” Digging in his pocket, the man pulled out a wad of cash and placed a few bills on the counter that separated you. “This should be enough.”

“This is more than enough, I can’t-” He’d put a few hundreds on the counter, all crisp and clean like they were freshly printed.

“Don’t worry about it.” Waving off your apprehension, he pushed the money closer. “Think of it as me repenting.”

“What do you need to repent for?” Slowly taking the money, you regretted asking as the man chuckled again.

“I’m the reason this funeral’s happening.”

Ten minutes later, the man - who’s name you’d learned was Toji - was walking out of the door with a fresh bouquet of white lilies. He didn’t say anything further while he was there, mainly because you hid in the back room as you worked. You could hear his dress shoes clicking against the worn hardwood as he perused the shop and every once in a while he stopped to sniff a flower.

The rest of the day went by without incident, your regular customers came in and you were able to forget about the man that had occupied the space in the early morning. Only when you emptied out the register and saw the money sitting at the bottom did you think about him, which brought a light flush to your cheeks. As intimidating as he was, you couldn’t help but find him a bit attractive.

A week and a half went by until you saw him again. It was a surprise to hear him come into the shop at the same time as last, wearing another suit with the heavy coat on his shoulders.

“Another funeral?” You asked when you saw him and your question made his lips stretch into an unexpected laugh.

“Not this time! I’m going to a wedding later.” Toji’s laugh warmed your cheeks, it was a rich sound that came straight from the barrel of his chest.

“Are you getting married?” Your eyes darted down to his ringless fingers.

“Nope, the boss’ youngest daughter found love.” Fishing a phone out of his pocket, Toji showed you a picture of a girl clearly ecstatic with her lover and a very large ring on her finger, a few men that looked like bodyguards lingering in the background.

“How precious! What’re the colors for the wedding?”

“Beats me, I’m not in it.” Shrugging his shoulders, Toji gestured to a few pink roses. “I think she likes pink, so maybe a bit of those.”

“You think or you know?” You snorted, rounding the counter and going over to the flowers. “Weddings are a really big deal, she might not like it if you clash.” Toji opened and closed his mouth like he was going to say a witty retort, but instead he bit back a sigh and nodded curtly.

“Pick whatever you like then, I just need a bouquet that goes well with a stack of cash.” Holding his coat away from him, Toji flashed a white envelope tucked inside his inner pocket, along with the tell tale handle of a gun resting in a holster to his side.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Licking your lips nervously, you fought to keep your eyes steady and not look at the gun. Turning back to the flowers, you mulled over them longer than necessary to avoid facing him. “You said she likes pink?”

Thanking you once again for your service, Toji left with a large bouquet in his hands and a congratulations card he had you write. He even promised to come back and show you pictures of the wedding and while you appreciated the returning patronage, the man before you was starting to make you quite uneasy.

“You still open?” It was five minutes to closing time and the bell above the door alerted you to another customer, the sound of the voice telling you exactly who it was.

“Toji, you really came back.” It was a bit of a shock to see him twice in one day. He was a little more disheveled, the coat on his shoulders was gone and he didn’t have a suit jacket on, with the black button up he had underneath clearly wrinkled and coming untucked at one side.

“Yeah, the wedding was in the afternoon, and I only had to stay until the newlyweds left.” Running a hand through his hair, Toji checked the watch on his wrist as he grabbed his phone. It was nearing eight and the sign on the door clearly stated you were going to close soon, so he had to make this quick.

Sliding his phone wordlessly onto the counter, he gestured toward the pictures on the screen. The wedding was massive, a lot of money had clearly been spent to give the smiling bride everything she wanted.

“Toji, she’s holding my bouquet!” Walking down the aisle, arm in arm with who you assumed was her father, the bride was carrying the bouquet that you’d made.

“Hm? Yeah, guess she is.”

“She didn’t have her own?” If you had known she would be carrying it down the aisle you would have made it more extravagant and lush.

“She did, but she liked yours so much she took it.” The statement brought a silly smile to your lips and Toji laughed to himself, swiping through more photos. Every single one had jovial people but you couldn’t ignore the men in dark suits with stern looks on their faces in the background and flanking the bride's father in a few pictures.

“Do you really need that many bodyguards at a wedding?” Looking at the bride more closely, she wasn’t recognizable to you as any celebrity or daughter of a politician.

“When you do the business we do, yeah.” Coming to the end of the pictures, Toji tucked his phone away. Giving him a curious look, you began to untie the apron around your waist. The clock hung on the wall rang eight and it was time to close up shop.

“What kind of business?” You pressed, slowly starting to turn off the lights to the shop and ushering Toji out as you walked to the front.

“Honey, I don’t think you want to know.” Standing on the sidewalk as you locked up the shop, Toji grinned as he looked over the street and saw the other small businesses closing up for the night as well.

Narrowing your eyes briefly at him, you did a once over of Toji. He was quite broad, with clearly defined muscles on every slope and curve of his body. There were a couple scars on his hands to match the one on his lip and you could see the outline of a gun tucked into his hip clear as day. It wouldn’t be that hard to guess, but did you want to take that leap?

“Well whatever it is, it’s certainly keeping me afloat.” Shrugging your shoulders, you gave the doors one last tug before putting the keys away and beginning to walk away. “It was nice seeing you, Toji.” It was nice seeing more of his body and talking to him, having his attention solely on you.

“Take care getting home, (Y/N).” Giving you a quick wave, Toji fished a cigarette out of his pocket. “I’ll see you around.” Waving back at him, the two of you went your separate ways with the heat of the day dissipating in the air and masking the light flush on both of your cheeks.

Coming to work the next day, the scent of Toji’s cologne still lingered in the air as you walked in. Putting your apron on and starting to prep for the coming day, you found yourself waiting at the fifteen minute mark to see if he would come in with another request. But the only one that came was a delivery man holding a bouquet of sunflowers.

Thanking him, you quickly snatched the card that was attached and read it.

How often does a florist get flowers? Can’t imagine it’s a lot. These are a thank you from me and the boss for that bouquet the other day, it was a big hit.

- Toji

P.S. These aren’t nearly as bright as your smile but they come close, don’t they?

A warm blush invaded your whole body as you read the last line, giggling to yourself as you reread it a few times and looked at the sunflowers. They were indeed a bright and vibrant yellow and as you transferred them to a vase, your mouth refused to let go of the large smile stretching your cheeks wide and it stayed for the whole day.

The next few days were slow, the weather had taken a drastic turn and rain pelted the streets and drowned out any potential customers. There was even the low, distant rumble of thunder rolling in as you began to close up shop one day.

“Shit, it’s really coming down.” Standing at the front door, you watched small rivers of water flow down the street. The street was empty save for the few people running past to get out of the rain. Worrying your lip, you were at a standstill. Your bus stop was only a five minute walk away, but the reality of having to wait in the rain and get your shoes utterly soaked was keeping you rooted in place.

“Maybe I can wait it out.” Mumbling to yourself, you closed the door and flicked off the open sign. There was probably some prep you could do for the following morning while you waited for the weather to hopefully ease up a little, a bouquet you could get started on a little early or plants that might need a little sprucing up.

Sweeping aimlessly, touching up a few displays, double and triple checking the incoming flower deliveries - all of it took less than thirty minutes to complete and the rain seemed to be coming down even harder now. Wandering to the backroom, you were just about to rearrange another drawer when the wind whooshed by and shook the front door in its frame.

“(Y/N)? You in there?” Except it wasn’t the wind and that was certainly Toji’s voice. He was standing at the door, cupping his face against the glass and peeking into the shop. Rushing to open it for him, he was dripping big puddles onto the floor as he came in.

“What’re you doing here?” For once he had his large overcoat on and properly buttoned up and his hair was clinging to his face with fat water droplets streaking down his skin.

“I was in the neighborhood.”

“Why?” Grabbing a few paper towels, you cast him a curious look.

“Well…” Dabbing off his face, Toji took a glance at you before closing his eyes and wiping off his hair. “Just wanted to check on the shop, ya know, make sure it was holding up in this weather.” Toji’s cheeks turned a bit rosy and he wiped at his face a little more.

“I would say it’s holding up pretty fine.” Shrugging your shoulders, there wasn’t much you could do against the weather outside.

“Great, that’s...that’s great.” Toji trailed off, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as he looked around the shop. A loud crack of thunder broke the steadily growing tension, making you jump and shuffle a bit closer to him.

“This weather is awful.” You mumbled. Your fingers just brushed against the material of his coat and you wanted to cling onto it, have Toji open it so you could snuggle close to him and drown out the sounds of outside.

“Do you have a ride home? I notice it’s a bit past closing time.” Taking a glance at his watch, Toji looks at you with a raised brow.

“No, I ride the bus. I was hoping the rain would ease up so I could leave soon.”

“The bus? You can’t take that in this weather.” Shaking his head, Toji dug around in his pockets. “Wait here, I’ll give you a ride.”

“But you-” There was no car parked outside the shop and as you followed Toji to the door you didn’t see any waiting either.

“I parked around the corner. Lock up the shop and wait for me.” Patting the door frame a few times, Toji ducked his head and ran down the street. Watching him for as long as you could, you hurriedly turned the lights off and closed the door right as a shiny silver sports car pulled up.

Running out, you practically dove into the passenger's seat as soon as the door was opened. Toji had the heat cranked up, chasing away the nipping cold air that had followed you in. It smelled even more of Toji’s cologne in here, a scent you hoped would linger far after you left the car.

“Which way home?” He asked, pulling out into the street.

“Take a right up here and then go straight.” Doing as you said, Toji fiddled with the radio and let the low sound of music fill the air along with the rain. Driving down the slick roads, Toji came to a slow stop at a red light.

“Would you have seriously taken the bus if I hadn’t shown up?” Making a face at the weather, Toji clicked his tongue when he watched you nod.

“Or I would have just slept in the backroom.” Your comment made him laugh, an abrupt bark that came from his stomach and had him leaning forward a little.

“Really? Made a pillow among those pretty flowers?”

“I’m sure they’d be quite comfortable.” Laughing as well, you looked out the window as he began to drive again. As the laughter turned to soft chuckles, you felt the urge to speak again and keep the conversation going. It was easy to talk to Toji and despite your apprehension upon first meeting him, you could see yourself becoming friends with the man.

“Well this is just great.” Coming to a grinding halt, Toji let out a soft groan and gestured to the traffic filled road ahead of him. “Did people forget how to drive in the fucking rain or something?”

“Maybe…” Leaning around in your seat, you could see the tell-tale flashing of emergency lights. “I think someone got into an accident up there, I can see an ambulance.”

“They had to choose tonight to fuck their car up?” Rolling his eyes, Toji sunk into the driver's seat, drumming his fingers against the wheel and taking a peek in the rearview mirror. “Seems like we’re stuck here, there’s too many people to turn back now.”

Turning over your shoulder, you blanched at the sight of all the cars suddenly behind you. The road you were travelling on wasn’t particularly busy to begin with but it seemed the inclimate weather had other plans.

“Guess we wait then.” Sinking down to match him, you watched the rain smatter against the windshield. The soft jazz Toji had chosen fit the atmosphere nicely and the heat coming from the vents kept any chill away from you. The longer you sat in the comfortable quiet, the more tempting it seemed to close your eyes and take a nap.

“Hey.” A hand curling around your knee and fingers digging slightly into your leg jostled you awake. Taking a sharp, sudden inhale of the cologne scented air you jolted upright and blinked away the sleep in your eyes.

“W-what?” Looking around, you had made a significant distance on the road and it seemed you were past whatever was blocking you.

“You fell asleep on me, sweetheart.” Toji chuckled, letting his hand slide from your leg and back to the steering wheel. “And I kinda need your help to get you home.”

“Right, sorry.” Quickly clearing your throat, you pointed down the street. “Uhm, at that next light you can take a right.” With just a few more turns and straightaways, you successfully guided Toji to your home without falling asleep again.

“Hurry inside, don’t want you getting soaked.” Turning to you as he put the car in park, Toji flicked his chin toward your home.

“I will.” Smiling at his concern, you gathered your things and put a hand on the door handle. Taking one last whiff of his cologne, you nodded to him. “Thank you so much Toji, I’ll see you later.”

“See you.” Waving you off, Toji stayed until he saw you go into your house and close the door, only pulling away when he was sure you were settled inside.

That night you listened to the radio station Toji had on as you took a bath to wind down from the day, curling your own hand around your knee and imagining what it’d be like to take a bath with him instead of alone.

As you walked to work the next day, avoiding big puddles and dripping eaves, it was embarrassing to admit that Toji was still on your mind. A silly crush on the scarred man was blooming in your chest and making you more and more giddy with every step.

“Special delivery!” At midday, a delivery driver waltzed into the shop with a massive bouquet, all sorts of pinks and purples and reds filling your field of vision as they approached.

“I’m sorry, are you sure you have the right place?” The arrangement looked too extravagant to be something Toji would give you on a whim.

“Are you (Y/N)?” Showing you the postage, clear as day it had your name on it.

“Oh, yes that is me.” Signing for the flowers, you struggled to hold them in your arms. The petals tickled your cheeks as you smelled them, plush against your skin and soft to the touch.

Putting them in a vase, you made sure they were prominently displayed at the counter for all to see and every so often you would stop to look at them, letting a gentle sigh of happiness leave your lips.

Another bouquet came the next day as well, just as big and beautiful as the first, and attached to it was a note.

Hope you like the flowers, (Y/N). I got called away on a business trip, so I thought I’d give you something so you wouldn’t miss me too much while I’m away.

- Toji

Tucking the note into your apron as a few customers walked in, throughout the day you took it out to reread it and look at Toji’s messy handwriting scribbled onto whatever florist shop he’d bought the notecard from.

Everyday without fail, for nine days straight, there were flowers delivered to the shop. You weren’t always there to collect them but your neighbors certainly were, gawking openly at the multitude of flowers in vases now crowding the store and threatening to push out your actual inventory.

On the final day there was a note attached to the bouquet as well, this time a dozen red roses with the thorns snipped off.

I’m coming home today, keep the shop open for me? I promise I won’t be too late.

- Toji

This note was clearly typed out, it didn’t have the familiar scratchy lines and jagged edges that you’d memorized from Toji’s previous note. Glancing at the time and looking around the shop at all the vases, none of the happiness that getting them brought you could compare to the feeling threatening to burst your chest open at knowing you’d see Toji soon.

All day you kept an eye on the clock, working faster than you ever had before just to make sure you had no customers waiting in case he came in early. Sweeping and dusting a hundred times over, you’d practically mopped a hole in the floor as you counted the seconds down until you could lock up the shop.

Locking the door and sitting eagerly at the counter, you tried to make yourself look busy. There wasn’t anything you could possibly do, no papers needed to be straightened up and there certainly wasn’t anything to clean, so you waited what felt like ages for a knock on the door.

Walking around in circles in the backroom to try and stave off the anxious energy building inside you, you jumped nearly two feet in the air when there was a loud knock at the door. Wiping your sweaty palms on your apron, you took several deep breaths before rounding the corner and laying your eyes on Toji.

“H-hi.” Opening up the door in record time, there was a harsh heat burning your face as you let him in. You could barely meet him in the eye and instead looked at his bloody knuckles as he stepped past you. “What happened to your hands?”

“Don’t worry about it, I fell on the way here.” Taking out a handkerchief, Toji wiped the blood off his hands and as you took a look at him you noticed there weren't any traces of dirt or dust on his clothes.

“Come wash your hands at the sink.” Guiding him over by the sleeve to a sink at the corner of the shop, you got a whiff of the cologne you loved so much. Watching Toji wash his hands, you were aware how close you were standing to him, pressed snugly against the counter while he lathered.

“How’ve you been, doll?” Toji let a smirk stretch his lips and he glanced at you, his own cheeks getting a bit pink.

“Good.” Looking out at the shop and all the flowers he sent, you let out a little laugh. “Really good.”

“You liked the flowers?” Turning around, Toji leaned against the edge of the sink and chuckled at the sight before him. “Looking at it all now, I think I might have gone a little overboard.”

Your arms were pressed against each other, Toji’s clearly more muscular and much larger than your own. He didn’t have an overcoat on or even a suit like he usually did, he was dressed in a pair of loose pants and a very fitted black t-shirt, one that you had to keep yourself from ogling as it clung to his body.

“You know why I sent them, don’t you?” He asked, cutting through the silence and your daydream. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out why he was sending you so many flowers but you felt too nervous to say it aloud in case you were wrong, so you only nodded.

Fiddling with his damp fingers, Toji bit his lip and grabbed onto your hand with both of his. Engulfing your hand, he squeezed it and brought it up to his chest where you could just barely feel the rapid beat of his heart.

“So, if I asked you out on a date would you say yes?” Speaking with his lips pressed against your hand, Toji peeked at you from the corner of his eye. You stood there, locked in a staring match as both of you refused to even breathe too loudly and break the tension.

“Yes, I would.” You finally spoke, nodding your head and trying to calm the shaking in your body. Breaking out into a full smile, Toji let your hands go and clutched at his chest.

“Geez, you had me fucking worried there for a moment!” Taking a few deep breaths along with shaky laughter, Toji shook his head and forced himself to calm down, square his shoulders and look at you properly. “(Y/N), will you go on a date with me tonight?”

“Yes.” Only able to meet his eye for a moment, you giggled bashfully and put a hand over your face in embarrassment. There was a moment of silence filled with only your giggles and Toji’s relieved sigh, and then he snapped his fingers and tugged on your sleeve.

“Alright, get your stuff and lock up, I’ll grab the car.” Fiddling with the keys in his pocket, Toji quirked a brow when you gave him a curious look. “What’s wrong?”

“I thought you walked? You said you fell on the way here...” Walking slowly to grab your things, you felt even more confused when Toji laughed.

“Yeah I fell and some idiot was lucky enough to catch my fist on the way down. Now let’s get going, there’s a ramen shop I wanna take you to.” Getting to the door, he leaned against the frame and waited for you to walk up before fully exiting the store.

“Toji, did you get in a fight?”

“A fight? What? No way!” Waving you off, Toji began to walk down the street to where he parked his car. “A fight implies that the other guy even stood a chance!”

“What?” You shouted back, surprised he could say something like that so casually.

“Don’t worry about it, honey, it’s all in the past.” Stopping and turning on a dime in the middle of the sidewalk, Toji gave you a grin. “(Y/N), I should get you flowers for our date, shouldn’t I?”

“I never thought I’d say this but no Toji, I don’t want flowers for our date.” Laughing at the absurdity of the question, you watched Toji pretend to think about what you said for a moment.

“Right, anyway, I’ll stop at a florist on the way.” Nodding to himself, Toji began to walk away again. “Another dozen roses sound good, maybe I’ll make ��em pink this time.” Looking over his shoulder, Toji winked at you. “And maybe I’ll get a kiss too.”

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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 3 years ago

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Worthless

Word Count: 2,026

Characters: Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Isaac Lahey (mentioned), Scott McCall (mentioned), Stiles Stilinski (mentioned), Talia Hale (mentioned), Laura Hale (mentioned), Hale!Reader

Pairings: Derek Hale x SIster!Reader; Cora Hale x Sister!Reader

Warnings: small fluff, angst, death, TW: disease and heart problems

A/N: okay so yes this is very different from many things i’ve wrote but here we are i just had inspo and went for it

A/N 2: I have no shame in finishing Superman and Lois in like three days and I can’t wait till the next episode i love it so much

Masterlist

You remembered the events of that day like it was yesterday. You felt off, you felt sick and Talia insisted you stay home. She was always worried about you, mainly because you were the only human one. Both of your sisters and your brother inherited the werewolf trait, but somehow you didn't.

Talia spent a great amount of time focused on you. She kept you by her side for most of the time and grew paranoid quickly. You remember smelling something on fire, and you remember everything around you burning. You were trapped, screaming and crying out for anyone, you could hear the cries of your family.

Laura dragged you out, holding you tightly before holding Derek. The two of them had just come back from school for the day. You had burn marks on your legs and your body.

They never disappeared or faded, instead, they remained a scar. You remember all the times Laura had to rush back to Beacon Hills or rush anywhere in the world. Being the alpha always came with a price. Derek was left to raise you, not that he ever minded. Talia always raised all of you to believe that family was the most important thing in the world, and no bond could ever replace that of a family.

You found yourself standing outside the Hale house, a place where you only saw last when you were barely eight. You were now 14, starting high school. Laura’s body was buried, while you stood in front of it, looking down. There were tears in your eyes as you tried to keep yourself together.

You always tried to hide any of your feelings, you didn't want your siblings or anyone to think you were weak because you were human, but that only made things worse. You taught yourself how to lie to a werewolf and how to hide your emotions.

“What are you doing out here?” you felt Derek’s hand on your shoulder as you jumped, wiping your face.

“Sorry, didn't mean to scare you,” he said.

You shook your head, before wrapping your arms around yourself.

“Have you found any lead on this?” you asked.

“Nothing in specific. But you don't need to worry about this,” Derek always tried to give you a normal life.

“I want to help,” you said.

“And I said no. Go to school.” you sighed, before nodding your head.

You sat in the car, putting your headphones on before he started driving.

---

“You can’t just go turning my friends into werewolves!” you tried to hold back your tears as you yelled at Derek.

“I know you’re upset, but-”

“I’m more than upset, Derek! Y-You always try to keep me out of all this supernatural crap, then you turn the only people that have even talked to me into werewolves!” you yelled.

“(Y/N), I told Isaac the truth about everything, and in the end, he made his decision. He was in a bad situation at home, and he wanted a change. I just helped him,” Derek kept his voice calm as you ran your fingers through your hair, frustrated.

Your heart was beating quickly, before you paused, feeling some sense of pain take over you. You felt like your heart was being ripped repeatedly from your chest as you found it hard to breathe.

“(Y/N),” Derek put his hand on your shoulder, looking at you worriedly as you tried to breathe.

“I-It hurts,” you cried shakily.

“Hold on,” he put his arms around you tightly, running to the hospital.

---

“It’s called Coronary artery disease. Our dad had it,” you looked down at the sheets of your bed, while Derek paced around your room.

“How do we heal it?” he asked.

“There’s no cure,” your eyes watered slightly before you wiped the tears away.

“Well what about medication?” he asked.

“Derek…” your voice was shaky as you looked up to him.

“Even with treatment, most people don't survive past the age of twenty. Dad was the exception,” you said.

“How come there weren't any symptoms? Things like this don't just happen,” he said.

“Sometimes there are no symptoms, and even if there were… with everything going on I would’ve been too stressed to notice,” you said.

He sighed deeply, before walking next to you, holding your hand.

“We’re going to get through this,” he said softly.

“I don't understand why you can't just give me the bite,” you sniffled.

“(Y/N),” he started.

“All of this would go away if I was a werewolf,” you pointed out.

“I don't understand what's… (Y/N) if you’re already weak, the bite can kill you,” Derek started.

You shook your head, pulling your hand away from him.

“I’m not weak,” you spat.

“I didn't mean like that,” he said.

“Just go. Don’t you have to train Isaac or something? There's a full moon tonight,” you said.

“Yeah… get some rest,” he gave you a small hug, while you kept your gaze off of him. You knew he was giving you a pitiful look before he walked out of your room.

---

Your condition only got worse over the past few months. Your body was in pain anytime you tried to do anything. You always tried your hardest to keep it from Derek, but he could smell it, and so could Scott.

“(Y/N)!” Derek put his hands on either sides of your shoulders while you jumped, looking at him fearfully.

“Derek, it’s like 6 in the morning. What do you want?!” you whisper-yelled.

“(Y/N/N) just come downstairs with me. I have a surprise for you,” he said.

You sighed, before nodding, getting out of your bed.

You followed him downstairs as he held your hand. You froze, taking the last step from the stairs as you saw a woman pacing around in front of you.

“Cora,” your voice broke as her head shot up.

“Oh my god,” she ran to you, wrapping her arms around you tightly as you let out a shaky breath, before burying your head into her arms.

“I missed you so much,” she said softly.

“I-I missed you too. Where have you been? How are you here?” you began to bombard her with questions as she laughed softly, walking with you to the couch.

“Okay, here’s everything…”

---

You would never admit to anyone that you were scared to die. Everyone in your life was a werewolf, except for your dad. But you barely remembered him. You were only a baby when he passed.

Supernatural heaven and hell were much different from human heaven and hell, and you didn't know what to expect. You would want your family with you more than anything but you knew that wasn't going to be possible.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” you exhaled shakily, while Derek continuously yelled at you.

You sat on the couch of the loft, your arms wrapped around yourself. You were freezing, your chest was aching, it felt like burning.

You kept your eyes on the floor, your tears at bay as Derek paced around.

“I cannot stress how unbelievably stupid you were,” you held in a wince, closing your eyes.

“I just wanted to help,” your voice was low, barely half of what it was.

You, Scott, and Stiles searched for the Nemeton, unable to find it. Deaton pointed out that one of the only ways it would be able to be found was for the three of you to sacrifice yourselves in place of Chris Argent, Melissa McCall, and Noah Stilinski.

It only made your condition worse. The pain intensified.

“You could have died, (Y/N),” he shouted.

“So what if I died?!” you yelled back, taking him by surprise.

“At least I would have done something when I died! I-Instead of being useless and weak I would have had a purpose!” you let your tears fall freely as you took a deep breath, rubbing your fingers through your hair frustratedly.

“You don't understand how it feels like to be the only human in a family of werewolves. You all have these powers and you all save people and help people. Everyone treats me and looks at me like I’m made of glass, like I can't do anything and I hate it. Our family died and I was trapped. I couldn't save any of them and Laura ended up dragging my ass out of the fire. She went around the country saving people and helping people. Y-You’re an alpha, Derek. You saved people, you saved Isaac. Everyone here relies on you to save them. Cora is… she always fights and she’s strong and she doesn't have all these stupid problems that makes it hard for her to even breathe,” you stopped yourself, sitting back on the couch before you wrapped your arms around your legs, putting your head on your legs as you curled up into a ball, shaking slightly.

You cried softly, while you felt Derek sit next to you, wrapping his arms around you.

“The reason I’m crazy protective over you is because you mean the world to me and Cora and we don't know what we’d do without you. Why didn't you tell me you were feeling like this?” he asked softly.

You shrugged, before resting your head on his shoulder.

“I’m tired,” your voice broke as he caressed your arm.

He kept holding you, while you laid in his lap. You closed your eyes, letting out a shaky breath as you fell asleep.

---

You began to fight, and you began to care what was happening to you. You started taking your medications, and you tried to keep as safe as you could. But it always felt like you were running the last stretch of your life, and things got much worse after they started getting better.

You were now 19, Derek decided that he wanted a break from going on missions and being a wolf. You left Beacon Hills with him, the two of you going around the country and seeing wonderful things. Occasionally he would let you help with small missions.

Everything seemed to be peaceful, everything was calm. You had an amazing time with Derek, you watched him get married to Braeden. You were more than happy to have her in your life.

“Cora sends her love,” Derek handed you an envelope from your older sister, while you frowned, opening it.

She sent you a picture of her with her new girlfriend. The two of them were in South America, and you saw a small caption.

I said yes

You let out a small laugh, smiling in joy at the card.

“When’s the wedding? Did she send a postcard instead of an actual letter?” you laughed.

“Yeah, you know how she is. The wedding is in January,” your smile fell slightly, while you nodded your head.

“Hey, you’re going to make it to that wedding,” he said, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, I know. Come on, Braeden said that you guys have a date night,” you pulled on his arm as he sighed.

“If you need anything, call me, okay?” Derek said.

You nodded softly, a small smile on your face before you sat on your bed, turning on the TV.

---

“Why aren't you fighting anymore?” you heard Derek’s voice break as he held your hand tightly.

Cora stood on the other side of you, stroking your cheek.

“I’ve been fighting for years. It’s okay, Derek,” you said softly.

“No, it's not,” you heard Cora say.

“I’ve done everything I wanted to do,” you said.

And it was true. You watched both of your siblings get married, you watched them both start families. You saved people, and you knew you weren't alone. Not now and definitely not when you die. Everything would be okay.

“I don't want to lose you,” Derek said softly.

You stroked his cheek softly, feeling a tear slip down your face.

“If I’m ready to move on then you should be too,” you said.

“I love you guys,” you cried softly.

The two of them held your hands tightly, while you closed your eyes.

You let out a small exhale, letting go.

“We love you too, (Y/N),” Derek said softly.

Your body went limp, the tears falling down both of their faces as they looked down at your lifeless body.

“We love you.”

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