#my teacher has some peculiar ideas

[belteppismo]

Desperate attempt to get some help with my Spanish homework:

One thing that a progressive husband would tell to his extremely conservative wife who's just died

[calmcoldevening]

Pov: You knew slashers, when you was a child (Slashers x fem!reader)

I'm back! Well, it os a lazy post from my drafts, until I end my new idea <3

TW: no

Characters: Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire, brothers Sinclair

P.S.: English is not my native language, so lot of these words was translated by simple translator, sorry for misspells and e.t.c.

Enjoy this!

Thomas Hewitt

The transition to a new school has always been a great stress for a child, especially in the middle of the school year.

You and your parents often moved from city to city. Maybe it was their work, or maybe they just wanted to show you as many different places as possible so that your childhood would remain really memorable — you didn't know. But the constant moving was followed by a change of schools and kindergartens. On the one hand, you liked it — new acquaintances, interests and a lot of positive emotions, after all, you were a cheerful and active child — but it also brought its inconveniences — you didn't have "best" friends, you had no more than a couple of months to communicate with each of them, and multiple the change of the team has made you a real chameleon in society.

You were ten years old when you and your parents moved to Texas. The age when most classes have already been divided into peculiar interest groups, which are quite difficult for a new person to join. That's why your mom decided to bake cookies that you could distribute to new classmates. Who doesn't like homemade cakes? You actively participated in the cooking process. A little more practice, and you could learn these cookies on your own. As soon as the treat was ready — several pieces were successfully taken away by your father — your mother beautifully put it in a colored box, now tied with a ribbon. The inscription "Welcome" was painted on the lid in gold paint.

It was very hot in this area of Texas. Therefore, on your first day of school, you decided to limit yourself to a beautiful white T-shirt with some simple pattern and black shorts. The first impression is the most important, right? Your mom took you to school by car. At the reception desk, your mom introduced you and found out the number of the right office. After kissing you goodbye on the cheek, she left you to your own luck. Although you were already used to it, a nervous feeling of anticipation bubbled somewhere in your chest; your palms were sweating.

After a good seven minutes, you were standing in front of the right class, 212, clutching a box of cookies to your chest. Adjusting the strap of the gray backpack, you exhaled anyway.

Your homeroom teacher, Mrs. Sullivan, introduced you in the office. A lovely woman with curly locks hanging down on both sides of her face and freckled cheeks. Her soft figure, dressed in a white blouse and a black pencil skirt, caused a surge of strength and confidence in you. The woman lightly put her arm around your shoulders, so motherly, and asked you to tell about yourself.

"My name is Y/N Y/L," your voice trembled slightly while your gaze ran over the children sitting in the classroom, "I'm ten. I like animals and beading... Mm, my parents and I move around a lot, so I don't think I'll stay here for more than two months. I hope we'll become friends."

You ended your performance with a sincere warm smile. Mrs. Sullivan asked you to take an empty seat. Your choice fell on the farthest place by the window; a guy was sitting behind it, hunched over and staring at the street. Was he weird? No, rather unusual. He had long black hair, so unusual for a boy; his gaze was lowered somewhere on the dusty road near the school, so you couldn't see his eyes. Sitting down next to him, you quickly took out a notebook and pencil from your backpack.

"Hello?"

The boy seemed startled by your voice. He looked at you uncertainly, and you saw a face wrapped in bandages. Sad cornflower blue eyes peeked out from under the white cloth.

"I'm Y/N," you whisper, holding out your hand to the boy, "And what's your name?"

There was no response. Disappointed, you lowered your hand, now paying attention to the teacher's explanation. The woman was writing down her words on the blackboard, and you quickly began copying them into your notebook, clutching a pencil until it crackled.

There was something about this boy that attracted you. It doesn't matter if it was his shyness or isolation — you decided that you definitely want to make friends with him.

At recess, you approached a group of girls. They were dressed up like girls from fashion magazines that you often saw in kiosks by the road.

"Hi," — you said with a light smile.

"Well, hello," said one of the girls, popping a bubble of gum.

"I want to ask. M, that boy," you pointed to the long—haired boy, "What's his name? I asked, and he ignored me."

"Haha, he won't answer you. That's our little Tommy," another girl hissed sarcastically, giggling, "Thomas Hewitt is weird. Very strange. I heard that his father is his brother!"

"And he's also a terrible freak!"

You awkwardly put your hand in your hair. Thomas didn't look as disgusting as the girls described him. It's all rumors. And what to take from these children, they probably didn't even try to talk to Hewitt!

You didn't talk to this company anymore. After waiting for lunch, when all the children went out to the garden at the school, you again approached the boy. He didn't budge. It seems he hasn't even written anything since you sat down next to him.

"Hey, hello?" you waved your palm in front of the guy's face, "Thomas, right?"

This time the boy paid attention to you. There was no emotion visible under the thick layer of bandages, but you were sure that he arched an eyebrow questioningly. He's wondering how you know his name?

"You were sitting alone, so I came over. Your name is Thomas, right?" you repeated the question, finally the boy nodded, "That's wonderful! I'm Y/N, let's get acquainted."

Smiling happily, you hand the guy an open box of cookies. Golden crust with chocolate chips. You had no desire to share such a delicious thing with such terrible and tactless people. And Tommy. Tommy was different. He was timid and calm, unable to cause harm.

"Help yourself," you babble, sitting down next to Hewitt, "I made them myself! Not without my mommy's help, of course..."

You blush slightly and see Thomas's eyes narrow. He smiled! He seems to be starting to like your company.

"Can I call you Tommy?"

• Thomas has become noticeably happier since you met him. The boy began to spend more time outside the house, in your company (Luda was very surprised by this, because usually after school Tommy always came home and sat in his room).

• For your birthday, Thomas himself sewed a soft toy for you, a fox, as he found out later, this is one of your favorite animals. The toy was sewn from different, but matching pieces of fabric, a little sloppy, but quite skillfully. It made you smile. You threw your arms around Hewitt for joy.

• Once you praise him, Tommy immediately blushes a lot. It's good that it's not visible under the layer of bandages. From the moment you became friends, Thomas's self-esteem has risen a little.

• When you first offered to help Thomas change the bandages, he strongly refused. The boy just couldn't let you see his face. But when he finally gave up, Hewitt was pleasantly surprised that you didn't scream and run away. You didn't call Tommy a freak or a monster, but only sympathetically stroked his scarred cheeks.

• Over time, you began to understand Thomas without words, absolutely. You found the right answers in his movements, grunting, awkward head turning or excessive gesticulation. Even Luda was a little amazed at your nonverbal communication, but the woman was glad that her son finally found a real friend.

• Tommy often showed you his drawings. It was like the scribble of a five-year-old child, but you were always happy to accept the leaves and hang them over your bed. Basically, Thomas drew his family: angry Charlie in the corner of the paper, Monty sitting next to him in a chair, a little further away, Luda was cooking, and in the center of the drawing you and Thomas holding hands and smiling.

• It was the first time you begged your parents to stay in this city longer. Fortunately, they agreed after seeing your enthusiasm for the "strange boy".

Brahms Heelshire

• Your parents and the Healers kept in touch for a while, you can say your families were very close. You first met Brahms on his fifth birthday. He was a very well-mannered but private boy, so Mrs. Heelshire was only too happy to introduce you.

• At first, your communication did not work out. Brahms was a rude child in places, took away your toys and teased you.

• His true attitude towards you showed up when you didn't come to his house, although you were visiting the Heelshire family every Monday and Wednesday. He was seriously worried. All morning Brahms sat in his room by the window and looked at the road going through the forest, waiting for your little body in your favorite blue dress to appear from behind the trees. But you were never there. It turned out that you were just sick. That day Brahms went to your house and did not leave your bed, squeezing your hot palm.

• Your parents worked most of the time, so they were not against your games with Heelshire Jr. You stayed in their house more and more often, sometimes even overnight, and you and Brahms made noise all night, forcing his mother to swear. But still, the woman was glad that at least Brahms was behaving quite comfortably and boldly with someone.

• You were only a couple of months younger than Brahms, but you thought it was a good reason to tease you.

• The boy allowed you to enter his room without knocking, consider it a worthwhile privilege, because Heelshire does not let everyone into his personal space.

• When you were sad, Brahms brought you bouquets of flowers hastily made with his own hands. That's why his palms were green most of the time.

• Brahms makes wonderful sandwiches. He often makes them when the two of you are having a "picnic" in the garden. Although in fact he agrees to it only to admire you.

• Heelshire loves sweets very much. Very. His mom doesn't allow the boy a lot of sweets and cakes, so you secretly bring them to him from home. The boy is insanely happy.

• Brahms loves kissing. This habit, or rather the need, appeared in him because you praised the boy in this way. Has he finally cleaned the room? A kiss. Did he break his mom's precious vase during the catch-up today? A kiss! So now he can demand them for any reason. He especially likes it when you kiss him before going to bed, and Brahms falls asleep hugging you.

• You're his best friend. That's why Brahms trusts you with all his secrets. You are the only one to whom he has told about the strange and frightening thoughts that sometimes sound in his head.

"Good night," Mrs. Heelshire said, turning off the light and closing the door behind her.

You smile and blow her a kiss, covering your mouth with your palm. When the woman's footsteps recede, you exhale with relief, plopping down on the pillow with force. Squinting your eyes, you wrinkle your nose, trying to blow away the stuck strands of hair from your face. Brahms giggles and gently tucks your hair behind your ear.

The room is cool. The window is slightly ajar, letting in a light autumn wind. The curtains are swaying from side to side, taking chaotic frightening shadows.

You get under the covers up to your nose. Brahms follows your example, pressing his whole body against you, and you stroke his head.

"If I ever do something very, very bad, will you stay with me?" Heelshire whispers, looking up at you.

You look into his sad emerald eyes and laugh. He likes to put pressure on your pity, because he knows that at such moments you see him as a tiny abandoned kitten.

"I don't think you'd do anything so bad, Brahms."

"But if I do. What if everyone turns away from me. Even mom and dad. Will you stay with me?"

You pressed your lips together, frowning. Brahms had never asked such strange questions before. And how can a child who is only eight years old think about something like that after a while. Looking down at the ceiling, you turned your head, looking into Brahms' eyes.

"Yes. I'll stay."

"Honestly?" Heelshire asks incredulously.

"Honestly."

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise you, silly boy!" you abruptly cover his face with a blanket, holding the edges on both sides of his head.

The boy was kicking, trying to get out from under your weight, while you tried not to laugh. Taking pity on his futile attempts, you took off the blankets, admiring Brahms' flushed face. Heelshire was breathing heavily, and his cheeks and nose were burning like Chinese lanterns that your parents launched on your birthday.

"I won. Again," you grin.

Brahms is silent. You sigh and lie down again, turning your back to Heelshire. Your eyes are shining with joy, and your lips continue to curve in a smug grin. You know that Brahms will not dare to do something to you in return. He always let you get away with such antics. Absolutely always.

When you are ready to fall asleep, through the chatter in your head you hear a plaintive whisper. Having opened your leaden eyelids, you groan with displeasure.

"Kiss me," Brahms whines, and you get up on your elbows, chuckling softly.

"Okay," you kiss Heelshire on the lips, "Good night, Brahms."

• "Now I've won," Brahms croaks, pressing you against the wall and spreading his hands on both sides of your head. Just like a child. Except now he's not the victim here, but you. Although was he ever a victim in your games? Rather, he always played the role of a presenter, you just didn't notice it, as if you were looking through your fingers. And who would have thought that that innocent little boy would ever stand in front of you, towering over your body by a good two heads, and grinning with eyes shining in anticipation through the black slits of the mask.

Sinclairs

Christmas is the most mysterious and magical holiday of the year; the day when the whole family gathers at one big table to properly celebrate this moment together; the day when you receive a lot of gifts from all kinds of relatives, which you sometimes did not realize; the day when all wishes come true.

You clumsily shuffled along the road, shaking your back every now and then to adjust the heavy backpack. Things inside rattled a lot, and you tried to straighten your back faster to avoid crumpled packages.

Christmas was your favorite holiday. And although your parents have been working constantly lately, you were glad that you could spend this family holiday with your friends.

You met not so long ago, only about four months ago, when you first moved here. Ambrose turned out to be a very nice and cozy city with friendly and caring people. Mrs. Sinclair, Trudy, and your mom became friends right away— their interests converged on art. That's when I met her sons, the woman suggested that you make friends with them because of their similar age. And it turned out to be a very good idea. The boys quickly became addicted to you.

Once again adjusting the canvas straps of the backpack, you quickly climb the steps requested by the snow and knock on the sand-colored door several times. On the other side, there is a fussy shuffling and dissatisfied grumbling.

"Hello," you say, smiling, when the door swings open in front of you, revealing a view of the timid Vincent.

The guy nods to you and opens the door wider, motioning you to enter. You kiss Sinclair on the cheek of the mask. Brushing off your feet at the threshold, you quickly take off your shoes and leave your backpack at the shoe shelf. Music from an old radio is coming from the kitchen, some station unknown to you is playing old songs from the seventies. As soon as you entered the room, Vincent stood at the stove again, frying something in a frying pan. Whenever Trudy was busy making figures and arranging a museum that she someday wanted to open, it was Vincent who did the cooking and other household duties. Bo was stubborn and didn't want to do "women's" work, and Lester was still too young for such a large-scale activity. The latter was now sitting at the table and skillfully sliced an apple with a hunting knife into neat pieces.

"Morning, Lester," passing by the boy, you leave a small kiss on his forehead.

"Hi, Y/N!" Sinclair winces contentedly, flapping his big copper eyes.

You sit down next to the boy and imperceptibly take a piece of apple from under his nose, throwing it into his mouth contentedly. There were already several plates and cutlery on the table. Vincent loved order, so he prepared everything in advance.

"Where's Bo?" you ask, rocking slightly in your chair, for which you get a menacing look from Vincent.

"Mom asked him to help at the museum," Lester replied, "He should be back soon."

You notice how Vincent turns off the stove and turns his whole body in your direction. The guy takes a notebook lying on the table and quickly scribbles something.

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Yes," you say shortly, when Vincent closes the notebook and puts it back, "Honestly."

Sinclair puts the hot omelette on plates and pushes you a bowl of oatmeal cookies. You happily take one piece. Vincent sits down across from Lester and lifts the mask just enough to see his mouth. You frown, noticing the edge of his deep scar.

"Hey everyone," it was heard from the threshold, when the front door slammed shut with force, "Oh, honey, and you're here," Bo walks past you, lightly touching your shoulder in greeting, and sits down next to Vincent.

During brunch, you watch Lester and Bo actively negotiate. When their plates are empty, you decide to step in.

"Since everyone is here," you babble happily, clapping your hands to attract the attention of the guys, "I want to give you gifts a little earlier than planned, do you mind?"

"Of course not," Bo abruptly pushed away from the table, "I'm all for it, babe."

Bo winked at you playfully, to which you rolled your eyes. Vincent signed something, and you looked at Lester. Your sign language was not yet good enough to understand most of the phrases, you barely remembered the words of politeness. That's why you've always relied on little Lester at times like this.

"He said: "Why are you doing this so early?"", Lester explained, innocently blinking his eyes.

"What's the difference," Bo frowned, "Sooner or later — the main thing is that she gave."

You didn't comment on the elder Sinclair's words, but just got up from the table and went to your backpack resting in the hallway. When you came back, the brothers were already sitting in a kind of semicircle on the floor. Bo sprawled impressively closer to the sofa and grinned in anticipation; Lester, in his usual manner, sat cross-legged; while Vincent tucked his knees to his chest.

You sat down between the twins and put the backpack next to you, unzipping it. You said "Close your eyes" and, as soon as the boys fulfilled your request, you began to take out colorful boxes. All packages had the same color, different sizes. Alternately, you put the gifts in front of them and allowed them to watch. Lester giggled when he saw that his box was the biggest.

"Merry Christmas," you drawled, spreading your arms out to the sides.

The very first gift was opened by Lester. The boy happily tore open the package, scattering the paper around him, and screamed when he saw the cherished surprise. A big stuffed fawn. He had a soft beige body and neat brown horns sticking out in different directions. The muzzle was cheerful, with a big nose and shiny button eyes.

"I knitted it especially for you," you babble, smiling, when Lester looks up at you with an enthusiastic look.

"Thank you!" the boy throws himself on your neck with lightning speed, squeezing your body until the bones crunch; you stroke his back.

Bo was a little surprised when he saw a set of tools under the wrapper. He loved tinkering and was well versed in mechanics; the fact that you remembered about this hobby touched the guy a little; his lips curved in a slight smile.

"Well, thanks, babe," Bo grins, patting your hair.

You're pouting a little. All the time spent in the morning combing this tangled nest has gone to waste. You are dissatisfied with blowing off a few strands that caught your eye.

The last person to open his gift was Vincent. The boy very tenderly unwrapped the package, not trying to tear it, as if stretching and savoring this moment. You watched the deft but careful movements of his fingers with burning impatience. Finally, Sinclair took off all the paper, removing it from the side, and looked down at what he saw. A large set with colored pencils. Exactly the one that the boy looked at with undisguised envy in the window of an art store about a month ago. Did you remember that? With slightly trembling hands, Vincent takes the box and turns it in his hands. There were several more drawing pads under it.

Vincent looks at you, and you see the trembling gaze of his azure eyes in the slits of the mask. Such unbelievers, but at the same time grateful. You crawl up to the boy and hug him tightly, nuzzling his neck. Vincent lets out a ragged sigh.

"Merry Christmas to you, boys," you congratulate them once again, seeing the boys' satisfied smiles.

"So why did you decide to give it to us so early?" Lester asked, clutching the toy to his chest.

"Oh, that," you awkwardly fix your hair, "Well, my parents decided to leave. To another state. We'll leave tonight. So I thought I could have some fun with you now."

There was an oppressive silence in the room. You were afraid to look up, but you could feel the disappointment on the boys' faces. Your heart was painfully squeezed in your chest, from which you gritted your teeth with a creak.

"Will you come back?" Bo broke the silence.

"I don't know. Dad was offered a job in another state. Mom just said I wouldn't be able to see you."

You looked at each of the boys in turn. Vincent's head drooped, Bo's brows furrowed, and Lester's lips tightened into a crooked thread. The elder Sinclair sighed heavily.

"We'll be waiting. All together," he looked at you from under his brows, "Just try not to come back to us."

• Vincent loves sweets; but, often, Bo takes most of the goodies. That's why you put an envelope with several edible bracelets in one of the donated notebooks. Bo will probably consider them girly and will not take them away from his brother.

• You have been knitting a fawn for Lester for about five days; the boy is very happy with your gift. Your relationship is like a brother and a scary sister. He is always ready to rely on you; Sinclair is glad that he has such a caring person, unlike the same brothers (in particular Bo).

• Trudy adores you. You could say that in these few months she began to perceive you as her own daughter. You even know where the spare keys to the back door of the house are.

• Bo always tries to impress you as a self-sufficient high school student. He saw his father's old magazines with tackles, seduction and other materials not for children, so he decided to train on you. He didn't notice how he fell in love.

• Vincent is a good cook.

• Most of Vinnie's drawings in the new notebooks are you. He will paint your portraits for many years after your leaving.

[annymation]

Reimagining the characters in Wish

(Part 1- Asha)

Hey guys! I don’t really know how to start this, but let’s just say that I… Didn’t like how Disney’s 100th anniversary movie turned out, like at all.

But I can tell there was a lot of unexplored potential beneath this story, that in my opinion felt overly simple and bare bones.

But if you love it, that’s awesome, more power to you, I wish I could’ve loved it too. And I don’t want to rewrite it to show I’m “better than the writers at Disney” because I’m definitely not lol, I have no experience in writing, and I’m sure they put a lot of passion into the project and I respect them for that. But this movie inspired me with ideas for a different story that I think is worth telling.

But I won’t start telling it today, instead, I'll start a series of blogs sharing my ideas for changes in the characters and their stories, after I get some feedback I will start posting more of the story itself.

If you’re interested, then come along!

Asha✨

Personality

- Asha is a 18 year old girl, with a passion for drawing and helping those around her, sometimes even worrying more about helping others than helping herself

- She’s like a big sister to her 7 friends, always being the voice of reason and acting responsible, but not in a bossy way, she’s actually very playful with them

- To the people of Rosas tho, she's seen as kind of a weirdo, for you see, she spends almost every time of the day drawing in her sketchbook

- She practices everyday to become a better artist, and the people of Rosas find this to be very peculiar, after all, why would you take so much effort to perfect a talent when you can simply wait to turn 18 and wish for the king to make you an amazing artist?

- Asha doesn’t mind these comments, although they have made her less willing to share her drawings with others that aren’t her 7 friends

- As the story progresses we see Asha flourish from a shy and introverted girl to a brave woman who after discovering a terrifying secret about the kingdom’s rulers, steps in and inspires others to join her and fight an evil sorcerer king and his alchemist wife (yes, I made Amaya an alchemist, more on that on part 2 when I talk about how I’d change Magnifico and Amaya)

- Some Disney characters that share similarities with her personality wise are: Belle, Tiana, Pocahontas and Esmeralda

Main Traits:

Calm and mature

Determined

Passionate about her interests (drawing, dancing, philosophy and stars)

Helpful and generous

Perceptive and always questioning things around her that no one pays attention to (like why do all the artists only paint the King and Queen?)

Playful

Compassionate

Backstory

Oooh boy I gave this poor girl so much angst, okay let’s go

Asha grew up with her grandfather, her parents both died in a fire when she was just a baby

(this isn’t just to fit the “haha Disney princess has no parents” cliche, there’s plot relevance in this “mysterious fire” that I’ll talk about later)

Growing up with her grandpa, he’d always support her dream to be an artist, like her mother, who was an art teacher

Her mother not only drew really well, but she also was able to create the illusion that her drawings could move, by flipping through the pages of her sketch books

In other words, her mom was an animator

Asha saw this technic her mom used as a form of magic, so she would often tell her grandpa she wanted to “Do magic just like my mom”

Her father was a philosopher (this was established in the actual movie but never explored haha whyyyy), who taught people that working hard to achieve your dreams is not only rewarding, but also essential, because it’s part of the human nature to persevere and fight for what we believe, even if we fail, even if it’s hard, just keep moving forward.

This philosophy may sound very “umm duh” for me and you since we all know and hear everywhere nothing in life comes for free… But that’s not the case in Rosas

In this rewrite the kingdom wasn’t created by Magnifico, but rather the kingdom has existed for many generations, being ruled by different kings before Magnifico who also granted wishes… but I’m getting ahead of myself.

The point is that the culture of just asking the king to give you or make you whatever you want to be has been in this kingdom’s culture since forever, so when Asha’s dad comes out saying “hey! Maybe we should stop just relying on the king to make our dreams come true, right?” He’s actually being quite a revolutionary… and sharing a very dangerous belief to other people…

At this point you might suspect what caused that “mysterious fire”

So, back to Asha, growing up with her grandpa, they shared a lot of happy memories together. Reading her father's books and her mother's art books helped Asha connect with them even tho she never had them in her life.

But as her grandfather grew older, he became senile.

Asha went from being taken care of by her grandpa to being the one who took care of him when she was still around 13 years old, and when she turned 15 her grandfather passed away of old age

Asha went on to live with her best friend Dahlia, the two became like sisters.

Though she managed to move on from the loss of her grandfather, she could never shake the feeling that he died without getting his wish granted... But she had no way to prove that, it was just a feeling

The wish granting system works different in my rewrite, instead of there being a public wish granting ceremony once a month, there would only be a public wish TAKING ceremony, that would work just like in the movie, you turn 18, you go give your wish to the king yada yada yada.

But the wish granting part would work like this: Almost every night the king would release the wishes up in the sky, they would float down like balloons to their respective owners while they sleep, and once they woke up in the morning they'd feel that their wishes were granted, for they would wake up changed.

With this method, there's no way of confirming if someone really got their wish granted or not, unless you went to ask the king.

Asha never did ask the king if he granted her grandfather's wish, but her grandfather would sometimes express how he wasn't feeling completely fulfilled in his life, he felt like there was something... missing.

This feeling of hollowness persisted in him until the very end, no matter how hard Asha tried to help her grandfather, she never knew him as his real self, because he gave part of his soul to the king, the most beautiful part of his soul, his wish.

Asha had no proof that her grandfather didn't get his wish granted, only a gut feeling.

But because of this, Asha wasn't that thrilled to give her own wish to king magnifico, knowing there was the possibility of it never being granted.

Not to mention she didn’t even know what to wish for, “I’m just 18 and you guys expect me to already know what’s my heart’s deepest desire? I’m still figuring that out, all I know is that I wanna draw”

Plus she wanted to follow her father's philosophy and achieve her wish on her own, eventually, when she figured out what her wish even was.

Asha never rebelled against the system tho, she wasn't a confrontational person. She just accepted the people of Rosas preferred to rely on the king's magic, but that just wasn't for her.

However, on her 18 birthday, when it was expected of her to give her wish to the king, she simply said she didn't have a wish, and even if she did she wouldn’t want to hand it over, she wanted to make it come true on her own. This lead to an argument with the king, and after a series of events (that I don't have time to summarize here, but you can find out about it on my rewrite) leads to her finding out a terrible truth about her kingdom. And that's how her story begins.

Design

- I’d keep these braid ornaments that Asha had in the concept art

- Since in my rewrite she’s not that invested in the kingdom of Rosas, I’d remove all the Kingdom of Rosas symbols that are present in her design (there are a LOT of them)

- I’d replace these Rosas insignia with more star and constellations themed symbols, to reflect how Asha believes that the stars are connected to people and they can guide us, just like how her father believed.

Final Thoughts

My intentions with these changes were to give Asha a strong emotional hook, and something that makes her feel relatable.

The emotional hook here is how she spent so much of her life taking care of her grandfather that she kinda never had time to worry about her own desires, that alone can be relatable to caregivers of elderly people that watch their grandparents or even their own parents lose themselves as time passes, and end up worrying more about the person they’re taking care of than themselves.

Asha has this internal emotional conflict where she feels she needs to constantly help others the same way she helped her grandfather, and one of the things she’ll learn as the story progresses is that it’s not selfish of her to want more for HERSELF.

Another thing that would be relatable about Asha is her passion for drawing, and how most people in Rosas would say she’s wasting her time practicing so much when she can just wait until she turns 18 and wish to be amazing at drawing.

She’d never stop believing that taking her time to improve on her talent and trying again and again was worth every second of her time, because let me tell ya folks, drawing is HARD, and animating like Asha’s mom did is even HARDER, it takes a whole lot of practice, and Asha was determined to keep trying.

She’d be much like Belle, remaining true to herself even tho those around her considered her odd, and very passionate about drawing just as much Belle was passionate about reading.

I also find it funny how Asha’s motivations are fairly down to earth, like in Disney movies you usually have:

I want to be free from these palace walls!

I want to explore the ocean!

I want to open a restaurant!

I want to find true love!

And then there’s Asha here like

“My life is fine, I just wanna chill and draw stuff”

And that’s it, but, in her environment where everyone is expected to have this great wish that they have to give to the king so he’ll make it a reality, she’s kinda the odd one out, and I love that. Would be a great subversion of the Disney formula.

Of course after she learns Magnifico and Amaya’s true intentions she gets a lot more agency and the desire to save her people, her “call for adventure” if you will.

But what are Magnifico and Amaya’s true intentions? Click here for part 2 and find out!

Thank You For Reading!

[watermelonlovershigh]

"Do you love me?" {part. 10} (housemate!harry series) (SMUT)

In Sickness and in Health {part. 9} (housemate!harry series)

AN: at this point idk where to go from here. they'd shared their feelings, started a relationship, and now, dropped the L bomb. so if you'd like, send me some ideas in my inbox for something you'd like to see housemate!h and reader do.

This story contains: slight angst, couch sex, riding cock, mentions of female dominance, love making, dropping the L bomb, happy crying

{ housemate!harry - boyfriend!harry - softrry - teacher!h }

word count- 2,423

All week, Harry has noticed a difference in your demeanor, and by Friday, it's finally revealed to him why you've been acting so strange.

All week, Harry's been aware of a shift in your demeanor. You've been giving him peculiar glances and have been a bit short with him on a few different occasions. He's uncertain if he's done something to upset you or said something that may have accidentally offended you. Ever since Monday night, when you fell asleep after taking care of him all day while he had that stomach virus, you haven't been acting the same.

The thing is, you haven't purposely been acting out of the ordinary, but upon hearing Harry accidentally say he loves you whilsts succumbing to sleep, you can't help but react. You've been wanting to discuss it with him on several different occasions this week, but the right moment has yet to come. As you've said before, the last thing you want is to embarrass him or bring up the topic for him to deny his true feelings towards you just yet.

Harry became aware of your unusual behavior when he awoke on Tuesday morning, finding his head resting upon your chest. Gradually awakening to the sight of the sunrise, he traced his fingers along your arm, connecting your freckles like a dot-to-dot game. As you stirred from his gentle touch, the recollection of his words from the previous night flooded your mind, causing your body to tense up and prompting Harry to sit up and ask if something was wrong.

"Nope, nu-hu, nothing's wrong. Just gotta pee, is all." you spoke before jumping out of bed without making any eye contact with him. It left Harry laying in bed, confused. The day before, you were super nurturing, taking care of his sick self. Now he wondered if you're suddenly scared you'd catch his virus, or maybe you already have. Which he prayed you didn't.

On Wednesday, after his first day back at work post-recovery from the virus, Harry noticed you cooking at the stove while listening to Fleetwood Mac on the kitchen speakers. After setting down his teachers satchel and keys, he sneaked up behind you and hugged you from behind. Surprised by his sudden appearance, you cried out, "Harry, don't scare me like that. You almost gave me a heart attack." and not in a playful tone either.

Upon noticing your real distress, he promptly apologized for unintentionally frightening you, expressing remorse for his sudden actions. "M'sorry, baby. Didn't realize it'd scare you that much. Just wanted to hug my girlfriend while she's makin' us a delicious lookin' dinner." He then backed away with a frown and headed out of the kitchen to take a shower.

Later that night, you apologized for shouting at him, to which Harry readily accepted. And by readily accepted, you mean he chose to fuck you for the first time since overcoming his sickness, technically the second time overall. He had you on all fours, fucking you from behind, on the living room couch. He can now check fucking you on the couch off his imaginary list.

During your bedtime routine on Thursday, you came across a heavenly sight: Harry lying in your bed, wearing his reading glasses, deeply engrossed in a book. The image of him being so hot yet nerdy ignited a strong desire within you, prompting you to act upon it without hesitation. Although he was initially taken aback, he swiftly set his book aside and granted you permission to proceed as you pleased. You kissed his lips until your mouth was sore, and grinded back and forth over his clothed cock until you came from that alone.

After you had came, both of you swiftly discarded your remaining clothes and you rode his cock with a sense of urgency. Harry couldn't help but notice your dominant demeanor. He knew you were a switch from you confessing it during that rated R card game a few weeks back, but witnessing it firsthand aroused him more than he cared to admit.

When Friday arrived, Harry still had a feeling that something was being hidden from him, yet he attempted to dismiss it. Maybe it was just his imagination making it up. After ordering your typical Friday night Chinese take-out and watching a film, you both headed to bed. You asked whether Harry wanted to sleep in his room or yours, and he selected yours, mentioning that he enjoyed the scent of your perfume that lingered on your bed sheets.

Knowing that it was getting late and you were both incredibly tired, Harry had no intentions of starting anything sexual. Nevertheless, when you intertwined your fingers in his hair to pull him closer to you, he couldn't resist rolling over your body and softly kissing down your neck. This time, it felt different compared to the previous occasions this week, except for your first sexual encounter on Sunday. His actions were unhurried and cautious, almost as if expressing his love for you without words.

As he reached the waistband of your shorts, you shook your head in disagreement, understanding his intentions to eat you out but not wanting that at the moment. Although the thought was enticing, it wasn't what you craved at this particular moment. You only desired him inside you. "Nu-hu, not now. Just want you inside me."

Harry nodded, indicating he understood, and proceeded to climb back up your body. He smoothly slid off his briefs as you pulled down your panties, which disappeared beneath the covers. With Harry's assistance, you raised your shirt off your upper body, and he casually tossed it onto the floor for handling later. Leaning down, he pressed his naked body tightly against yours and whispered, "Do you need any lube or foreplay? Wanna make sure I don't hurt you." Undoubtedly, he is a very thoughtful man.

"No, I'm good. I'm wet enough, promise." you replied, assuring Harry that you were already wet. He believed you and proceeded to reach down and grip his erect cock. After a few strokes, he positioned it at your moist entrance. You really could get wet fairly quickly, especially when the right person was the one turning you on. As he began to enter you, you let out a quiet gasp and held onto his back even tighter than before.

Gradually, Harry inched closer until your pelvic bones made contact, allowing him to rest on top of you. He positioned his head against your shoulder and positioned his knees on either side of your hips, before he gently withdrew and smoothly moved forward with his initial thrust. When you got a desire for clitoral stimulation, you wrapped your legs around his hips and moved upwards, subtly rocking your clit into his trimmed mound. That caught Harry's attention, sparking an idea to come into his mind.

"Y/n, you still have that suction vibrator, right?"

Out of breath from his continuous strokes, you answered, "Yeah...... why?" You have used your vibrators during sex before but rarely. Especially with one-night stands because most men felt emasculated when you brought out your toys to help you along. But Harry, when he found out you had vibrators that time he had to retrieve your medicine from your nightstand drawer, he's been excited to see them in use ever since.

Pausing momentarily, Harry sat up and reached for the drawer of your bedside table. Upon opening it, he carefully searched until he found what he was seeking, paying no mind to the purple dildo he hoped you'll use on him someday. As you turned your head, you observed Harry holding your pink clit sucking vibrator. In the dimly lit room, he pressed the power button and brought it down to stimulate your clit.

He had no experience using this type of vibrator on a woman, so by using context clues he assumed that you position the suction cup part over the woman's clitoris. While that's accurate, Harry was unaware that the suction becomes less effective the harder you press down. You reached down to guide him, lifting his hand slightly. "Lightly press down or I won't feel it as much. Just let it sit over my clit and the suction will do its job."

Raising his gaze, Harry's expression turned into an embarrassed smile, as if he should have been aware of that fact. However, as he leaned down again, he soon realized that managing to hold the vibrator against you while also maintaining a consistent thrusting motion would not be easy. "Let me hold it in place," you suggested when you realized his dilemma.

Speaking softly your ear, Harry asked, "Are you sure?" He typically disliked it when the women he slept with had to pleasure themselves during sex, wanting to be the one giving all the pleasure. But what he needed to understand was that sometimes, teamwork can make the dream work.

"Yeah, just focus on fucking me." and that he did. But his actions were far from what one might label as 'fucking'. His thrusts were unhurried yet firm, displaying remarkable precision. He kept his chest pressed against yours, while his hand tenderly held your unoccupied hand against your pillow. The intensity of the moment was so profound that it almost resembled "love making". However, the question remained: does he genuinely love you, or was his previous statement a mere accident in his feverish delusions? The not knowing is eating you up inside.

Several minutes passed of Harry gently thrusting in and out of your cunt while you held onto the vibrator that was stimulating your clit, nestled between your bodies. Your neck was damp from Harry's heavy breathing against your skin, and your hands were moist from the tight grip they held with each others. As his long cock rubbed against your g-spot during each thrust and the vibrator worked its magic on your clit, you could feel your orgasm approaching swiftly.

"Harry, baby, m' gonna come."

Harry held you tighter and replied, "Go ahead, baby. Come f' me." With his confirmation that you technically didn't even need, your orgasm crashed down on your body in one of the biggest releases of your life.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" you moaned as your clit pulsated inside the suctioning head and your walls fluttered around Harry's shaft. Your legs shook and your hand left Harry's to grab onto his smooth back, trying to press him impossibly close to you. The orgasm was so intense that you didn't even realize you had tears streaming down your face. And Harry's orgasm soon followed yours.

His thrusts became uncoordinated as his body started to shake and it felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. Spurts of his come shot out his dick and filled your pussy up, making you all warm inside. Once both of your orgasms had started to leave, you quickly removed your vibrator from your overly sensitive clit and tossed it to the side. You wrapped your legs around Harry's waist again, as if you were afraid he'd get up and leave you.

Harry's face stayed nestled between your shoulder and neck until he perceived what sounded like a muffled cry coming from you. Sitting up straight, he looked down with a concerned look written all over his face. "My love, what's the matter? Why'r you cryin'?" he inquired, afraid he may have accidentally hurt you.

You glanced up with watery eyes, knowing what the two of you did felt different from typical sex but wondered if Harry felt the same too. You wondered if Harry felt the love that poured from you minutes ago and truly felt the same. You had to know. You're tired of ignoring the fact he told you he loved you a few nights ago, though he doesn't remember.

With a wobbly lip, you asked, "Do you love me?"

Harry's breath caught in his throat, startled by your question. "Baby, why're you...."

You cut him off to repeat, "Do you love me? Because the other night, the night you were sick, you accidently said, "I love you". But you were on the cusp of sleep and never brought it back up, so all week I've just assumed you didn't realize what you'd said and didn't mean it. Now though, after the sex we just had, that didn't feel like just sex to me. It may have to you, but to me, it felt like what love making is and now I'm questioning everything again, and, and..."

With a gentle laugh, Harry moved closer until his forehead met yours, his gaze slightly unfocused. "Y/n, m' gonna be completely honest with you. While I may not recall confessin' my love for you the other night, it doesn't change the fact that I meant every word of it. I love you, I have loved you for a long time, even before we transitioned from friends to somethin' more. I was simply waitin' for the perfect moment to express my feelings. It seems my sleepy mind beat me to it." he lazily smiled, still very much inside you, just soft by now.

Harry now comprehend the situation much better. Throughout the entire week, he had a feeling that something was off with your behavior, but he couldn't identify the exact difference. Now that he realized it originated from his unintentional confession of love to you the other night, without any memory of it himself, everything is falling into place. However, he does regret not expressing his love for you in a more memorable way, one that he would actually recall.

A soft sob escaped your throat, not from sadness but from relief. Harry loved you, he really loved you. Though technically he didn't mean to say it when he did, he still meant those three words and knowing that has you very emotional. "I'm sorry, I'm just..... really happy. I love you too." Harry wrapped his arms around your upper body tightly, holding you as close to him as possible.

Mummering against your skin, Harry whispered, "Don't ever apologize for cryin', baby. It's alright. I've got you. M' also very happy you love me back, otherwise this would have turned awkward."

After now having confessed your love for one another, consciously this time, you laid in peace on this Friday night, knowing how Harry truly felt about you. And Harry, he can also rest in peace knowing where your behavior this week stemmed from. Plus, you reacting positively to his confessions of love for you. The future for the two of you is looking very bright and you hope nothing gets in your way.

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Drunk Fighting and Forgiveness {part. 11}

[theresthesnitch]

wolfstar raising harry au where harry goes to muggle pre-k and keeps trying to correct the other kids/teacher when they say “mommy/mama” and “daddy” because doesn’t everyone have a “moony/moomoo” and “paddy”

“Hello, you must be Harry’s father. I’m Katie McCoy, his teacher. Won’t you have a seat?” Ms. McCoy smiles kindly at them, so Sirius doesn’t bother to correct her that he’s not Harry’s father. They’ll have to eventually, but he lets it pass, for now.

“Thank you, Ms. McCoy.” Sirius sits next to her. “Harry adores your class. He tells us all about circle time and—what is it, foam paint?.”

She laughs. “Yes. it's just shaving cream and food dye, but the kids love it.” She crosses her hands over her knees. “Are we waiting for--?”

“My partner will be a few minutes late.” Sirius glanced at the clock on the wall, knowing Remus was hurrying from work to be here on time. “We can start now.”

“Alright, though I don’t mind waiting.” Sirius waives her on, and she begins. “Harry is really a wonderful boy. So inquisitive and funny. You’ve done a great job with him.”

Sirius smiles, trying not think of the fact that Harry is inquisitive like his mother and funny like his father. Their loss still hurts. Instead, he says, “We think so too. He’s a great kid.”

“He is.” Her face clouds for a moment, and Sirius wonders what could possibly be coming next. “I do have some concerns though.”

Any number of things rush through Sirius’s head as to what could bring on that comment. Harry is still mourning the loss of his parents, not really understanding why he can see his mum and dad the way other kids could. It’s possible he said something a bit darker than expected for a child.

Or, perhaps he’s had some accidental magic that the school hadn’t reported to them. They’d so far managed to keep Harry’s peculiar abilities under control, but it was possible that things were slipping by. Merlin, he didn’t want to call the Ministry tonight.

“Concerns? What is wrong?” Sirius tries to keep his voice light.

“Well, we’re concerned he may have a bit of a speech impediment.”

That makes Sirius pull back. In the entire world of problems he has, the talkative, exuberant little boy having a speech impediment was not one of them. His diction was impeccable, and Remus was always saying he’d be a natural at Transfiguration because of it. Just like James.

“I don’t think we’ve noticed that.” He says slowly, not sure what else to say.

“Well, it’s a very subtle difference, and I don’t think that we’d have noticed so much, except he keeps correcting the other kids to his pronunciations as well.” Her brows crease, and she gives her head a small shake. “On correction, he insists that he is correct.”

“What words is he getting wrong?” Sirius asks.

“Daddy and Mummy. He says it like—”

Before she can finish, the door opens and Remus sweeps in, a kind smile on his face. “Sorry, I’m late. Traffic was a nightmare getting here.” Sirius nearly snorts, knowing Remus apparated directly there. “What have I missed?”

Sirius looked at him as he sat down in the seat next to him. “Apparently, Harry might have a speech impediment.”

Remus looked surprised. “I certainly haven’t noticed anything like that.”

Ms. McCoy looked between them. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

Sirius bristles at the question. “This is Remus. We’re Harry’s guardians.”

“His guardians?” She looks more confused. “But he talks about going home with Mummy and Daddy?”

Sirius tilts his head as she asks the question. “I thought you said he was saying Mummy and Daddy wrong?”

“Yes, well.” She squares her shoulders, clearly thrown off. “Well, he’s been saying it something like Paddy and—”

“And Moony?” Remus finishes with a smile. “Yes, that’s what he calls us. Not Mummy and Daddy, but Moony and Paddy.”

Her face rounds out into an O. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea. Bit of unusual names for his—did you say guardians?”

Sirius nods, unable to speak, and Remus squeezes his hand. “Yes. Harry’s parents are—” he clears his throat “—were James and Lily. They were our friends, and now we are Harry’s guardians.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss, and for Harry’s. I had no idea.” She begins flipping through pages in front of her making notes. “His file didn’t mention anything about it.”

“We didn’t mention it when we enrolled him,” Remus says, squeezing his hand a bit tighter. “We didn’t want him to have to answer a lot of questions on it, and we still don’t.”

“Of course,” she looks up from her notes, meeting both of their eyes. “I’ll keep it quiet.”

“Thank you.” Remus smiles, with a raised eyebrow. “So no speech impediment then?”

“No, no I think that clears that up.” She looks at her notes again. “Let’s see what else I have on Harry.”

***

When they arrive home, Remus handles seeing Mary out while Sirius heads back to the kitchen where Harry is coloring. Sirius pulls up a chair next to him, grabbing his own piece of paper and a purple crayon. “Heya, Haz.”

“Hi, Paddy.” Harry doesn’t look up from his coloring. “Did you see my teacher?”

“I did, buddy.” Sirius draws the outline of an elephant, which he starts coloring in. “Do you know that not every kid in your class has a Paddy and a Moony?”

Harry looks up and beams brightly at him. “I know. I think I’m the luckiest boy in the world.”

Sirius chokes out a laugh, and mostly manages to hold back a tear. Harry looks down at his page, coloring again, and Sirius catches Remus’s eye as he walks in the room again, leaning against the door frame. “You know, I think you just might be.”

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

Hi😊 i hope you're having a nice day!

Could i request a Larissa/21-22 Student reader(young teacher if you're not comfortable writing it with a student)fic with prompts 1 and 50 please? (Smut)

R have a big crush on Larissa. One night, she was walking past Larissa's room when she heard moans, she couln'd believe what she was hearing, she stopped and decided to take a peace of paper and write #50 on it with a 💋 with her lipstic (yea she's dumb like that), not writing her name and slip it under Larissa's door and ran back to her dorm. Larissa had no idea who could've wrote that and she was very embarassed that someone heard her..yk... The next day when Larissa walked past R in the hallway, she thought she saw a weird look in R's face and then she saw the lipstic, that lipstic, and it just clicked in her head. She always thought R was a bit of a tease with her but she never thought anything about it, but now.. Larissa decided to go to R's dorm, not knowing what she would do when she'll reach it. And what she heard throught that door, she thought that maybe she could pay R back for what R has done to her.😉 She openned the door slowly so R won't hear her and closed the door behind her, then she wispered #1. And then it would end up full of smuth, you can add as many kink as you want, even toys if you like, please?😊 (was this request too specific? I hope not😕)

Thank you if you decide to write it, i really love your fics and i really wanted to ask one too! And thank you even if you don't, for reading this!💋

A way too shy anon😅

i took some liberties with your request, i hope you don't mind! i made reader a 27yo phd student and it's a non-magical au! also..... i know i was probably expected to write a short, smutty thing, but before i knew it had a plot and it was 4000+ words whoopsie please don't hesitate to leave a comment on ao3, it makes my heart sing! <3

without further ado, enjoy some larissa x reader smut :) tags: car sex, mommy kink and idk how to tag adkjfshgd

You walk through the dark, empty corridor that leads to Professor Weems’ office. Most people have retired for the evening — it’s late, way too late for an official meeting, but given that lately you’ve been getting rather friendly, you hope she will excuse the informality. You know you will probably find her there, as she often works long into the night — and you really need her help with this chapter. The deadline for your PhD is rapidly approaching and you are still nowhere near done. 

She truly is a great mentor — always happy to meet with you and answer any questions you have, ready to spend hours going through your work and analysing materials you brought her. You somehow always end up spending a lot of time together — more often than not ending up in deep and heated discussions about various subjects (that sometimes relate to your work, and sometimes don’t) after you’ve finished discussing your thesis. You feel like you could talk to her the entire day without getting tired — she is remarkably intelligent, knowledgable on many subjects — her taste in art exquisite, and her takes are often unique. She always leaves you with several book recommendations (“Read this, darling, I am very curious what you will think about it,” she usually says and writes down a title or two, “read it when you find the time for it, of course — you have a thesis to write,” she winks — you somehow always find the time, sometimes sacrificing those few precious hours of sleep). 

Larissa Weems is also very, very attractive. She is an unusual looking woman — very tall, imposing, with platinum blonde hair and a peculiar fashion sense — she dresses like a movie star from the 1940s — but she is ridiculously charismatic, expressive, charming. Her laugh is contagious, her eyes bright and sparkling — you can’t be blamed for being absolutely enamoured with her.

You thought about asking her out once you get your PhD— age difference be damned. You are a 27 year old woman — you are free to do as you please. It’s just that, well — she is your mentor,  at least for now, and even if she wasn’t, she is just way out of your league. You don’t even know if she likes women, (probably not, knowing your luck) — and if she does, there is no way she would like you (even if you did have a very interesting discussion about sapphic undertones in The Marriage of Figaro — that scene between Susanna, Countess Rosina and Cherubino is rather… sexually charged — she seemed to share your opinion).

Lately, you feel your relationship has reached a deeper level — your meetings would almost always end in a nearby bar, where you’d relax with a glass of wine and continue your conversation late into the evening. Last time, she got slightly tipsy and became rather touchy-feely (she seems to be one of those people who are get very affectionate when drunk)— putting a hand on your shoulder, brushing against your leg under the table (then immediately apologising and pulling away), and when you got back to campus, she hugged you before parting ways. You can still recall very vividly how warm and soft she was and how she smelled faintly of sweet perfume and red wine. Since then you can’t stop imagining her touch — in very inappropriate ways. You try your hardest not to get too invested, though — she is your mentor, first and foremost. 

For all those reasons, you conclude she won’t be terribly upset at you if you barge into her office at this late hour. Worst case scenario, she tells you she’s too busy right now. 

You are just about to knock on her office door when something stops you dead in your tracks — a sound.

A moan.

You stand in front of the door. You hear nothing for a couple of seconds and almost knock again, certain you’ve imagined it (because why would anyone be moaning here at this hour?), but then you hear it once more.

It’s coming from her office. Is she with someone (your heart sinks at the thought, and you immediately scoff at yourself — as if you ever had a chance)? 

You know the appropriate thing would be to leave immediately, but something keeps you there, standing in front of the door, listening. 

The moans continue, and there is no doubt about it — that is her moaning, and there is no one else with her. It’s very clear what she is doing.

You should leave, but you stand there, frozen, listening. You don’t really want to go. 

Her moans sound heavenly — they send delicious jolts straight to your core. You can’t help but wish you were the one making her moan. 

Later, when you get back to your room, you don’t know what possessed you to do what you did. Might have been sleep deprivation, caffeine overdose, or lack of proper meals from days of working on your thesis non-stop, might be that she is the most attractive woman you have ever had the pleasure of knowing and her moans were just too much for your tired brain to handle — but you take a piece of paper out of your notebook and write a very inappropriate thing on it.

I thought your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world. I was wrong — it's your moans.

You stare at the note for a couple of seconds. The moans coming from her office are getting louder — she must be getting close to… 

…your brain short-circuits at the thought.

Without thinking, you place a kiss on the piece of paper, leaving a coral-coloured lip-print on it. 

Inside her office, Professor Weems keens. 

You slip the paper underneath her door and run back to your room. 

You continue working through the night, falling asleep on your desk around 5am. You wake up at 8, and by then the whole episode feels like it might have been a fever dream.

You still need her help with the chapter, however, so you send her en email asking if she could squeeze you into her schedule today. You get an answer almost immediately.

I am terribly busy today, but I could see you during lunch break. We could eat out together and go over the chapter, if you’d like. Please send it to me beforehand so I can read through it and make notes! :-) 

Sent from my iPhone

(You find her boomer smileys very endearing.)

You try your best not to think about last night’s events. You are lucky she can’t recognise your handwriting, given that you always write everything on your laptop. 

You steal an hour of sleep, take a shower and put on some lipstick and mascara before leaving to meet her at cafeteria for lunch. If you’re lucky, you will succeed at pretending last night never happened.

You are not lucky.

You can’t stop staring at her mouth as she talks, as she chews her lunch, imagining all types of lewd sounds coming from it. It’s downright erotic, the way her lips move — no one should look that sexy chewing food.

“Darling? Are you with me?” she asks, making you snap out of your inappropriate daydream.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m sorry, I’m just a bit spacey today,” you answer, embarrassed, wondering if she caught onto your staring.

“How many hours of sleep have you gotten in the last couple of days, darling?”

“Uhm… in the last three days, I think I got about ten hours combined.”

“You really should take better care of yourself.”

“I know, but there’s just so much work to be done,” you sigh. “Is it supposed to be this hard to get your PhD?”

Professor Weems chuckles (the loveliest sound). “I’m sorry to inform you that it is — at least if you want to do it properly.”

“How was it for you? When you were getting your PhD, I mean? It’s hard for me to imagine you going around disheveled and sleep deprived. You always look so put together.”

“Ah, darling, it’s one of the perks of reaching a certain age — you can finally afford some of life’s little luxuries, such as sleeping six to eight hours a nigh. However, I absolutely did go around disheveled and sleep deprived. I was living off of caffeine and salted crackers — I was a rather pitiful sight. I’m glad I did it, but I’d never go back.”

“So you’re telling me life is easy in your forties?” you tease.

“I said easier, not easy. I do still get terribly stressed about things. I was rather stressed yesterday, as a matter of fact. I have so many things to do today, and I will be working late again.”

“And what do you do to relieve the stress?” you ask before you can stop yourself. You know very well what she did yesterday to relieve the stress.

“Oh, this and that. Usually I watch something that takes my mind off work.”

(“Porn?” you think.)

“I think we should get going though, darling — lunch break is almost over. Let me just fix my makeup,” she says and pulls her signature red lipstick and a compact mirror out of her bag. She fixes the edges of her lipstick expertly.

“Do you need to fix your lipstick, darling?” she asks, handling you the mirror.

“Oh, I might, actually. Thanks.”

Only when you’re done fixing your makeup and you hand the mirror back to her do you realise she has just watched you put on the same lipstick you used to leave a lip-print on that wildly inappropriate note you slipped under her door. 

You look at her, your stomach twisting with anxiety, searching for any sign of recognition on her face.

Her face is unreadable, but you wonder if she holds eye contact with you a little longer and a little more intensely than usual. You might just be imagining things, though — you are terribly sleep deprived.

“Thank you, darling,” she says, giving you a bright smile. “Shall we?”

The cafeteria door is a bit narrow, so you step back to let her pass first, but she puts a hand on your waist and gently pushes you past her. Your shoulder brushes against her as you do so. Being this close to her makes your heart beat faster and your limbs turn to jelly.

You look up at her (she is so tall). She’s smiling at you. It’s a bright, toothy smile that makes your insides melt and your brain become mush. 

“I will be working late tonight, so if you need any help you know where to find me.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t wanna bother you.”

“I can spare an hour for my favourite PhD student.”

“Your only PhD student.”

“You should just accept the compliment, darling.” She squeezes your shoulder and winks. “Good luck with your research. Try to squeeze in an afternoon nap. Ta-ta!”

She turns around and walks in the direction of her office, leaving you standing in front of the cafeteria like an idiot. As she walks away, you stare at way her hips move in the tight skirt pencil skirt she’s wearing. After a couple of seconds, you realise your mouth is open, so you quickly close it before anyone notices you are behaving like a horny teenager. 

You slowly drag yourself to your room. As you sit down and start going through the notes she gave you during lunch, your thoughts keep drifting to her ass in that pencil skirt. You sigh.

This is going to be a long day.

By the time evening comes, you are nowhere near finished with the chapter that was giving you grief yesterday. You know what needs to be done and you have finally found the right source to support your argument, but you have a hard time concentrating, and that makes you work in an excruciatingly slow manner. Your thoughts are scattered and you keep thinking about the deadline that looms over your head. Stress and sleep deprivation are truly starting getting to you (it also doesn’t help that your thoughts keeps drifting to Professor Weems and her tight pencil skirt). You wonder if you should take a quick power nap, but you are so caffeinated and anxious you doubt you could sleep if you tried, despite being exhausted, so you continue to push through.

It’s around 9pm that you hear a knock on your door. Before you can react in any way, the door opens and Professor Weems is standing in your room.

“I hope I’m not bothering you, darling. I just wanted to check how you’re doing before I retire for the evening.”

“Not so well, I’m afraid. I am nowhere near done with this chapter. I know what I need to do, it’s just that it’s going so painfully slowly.” You bury your head into your hands and let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m sorry I’m being so whiny about this. I am just so stressed.”

Professor Weems approaches your desk and sits on it. Her thigh is just next to your head. You look up at her.

“Darling, you are working yourself too hard. I would tell you if I thought you are terribly behind with your research, but I honestly think you’ll make it. Don’t forget, I have to sign my name on your work — I would never lie to you about your progress to make you feel better — so trust me when I say you should let this go for tonight and come back to it when you’re less sleep-deprived.”

“But—”

“No buts. Come on, I am taking you out for a glass of wine. You should relax. It’s painful to watch you like this.”

You would never decline a glass of wine with Professor Weems, so before you know it you are sitting in that bar near campus having a glass of red wine (that turns into two and then into three glasses). The alcohol is getting to you, since you haven’t eaten that much today — you feel warm and fuzzy and slightly drunk.

Professor Weems seems to be getting tipsy as well, because she is getting very touchy with you again. She laughs at your stupid jokes (her laughter is one of your favourite things about her — loud and unabashed and melodious) and touches your shoulder often, sometimes letting her hand linger way longer than necessary. At some point in the evening her leg touches your own underneath the table.

She doesn’t move it, nor does she apologise. 

“You were right, Professor Weems, I did need this,” you say. “I’ve been feeling really out of it for the last couple of days.”

“Oh, I told you already, call me Larissa, darling. Professor Weems is so formal.”

“Are you big on formalities, Larissa?” you ask. You decide to try and push your luck — your confidence is not that high, but you are not an idiot. You are pretty certain she is flirting with you, unless you are completely delusional because of sleep deprivation. 

“Usually yes, but as you’ve probably already concluded by my taste in literature, I do think life would be terribly boring without letting the irrational, passionate streak in us win sometimes. As is the case in many literary classics — the plot simply couldn’t move forward without one of the characters disregarding propriety and doing something reckless and passionate.”

“I agree. I often wish I had the courage to do something like that in real life — my life would be so much more interesting.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, darling. I do think you have what it takes.” She gives you a big, bright smile. “Oh, wait a second, darling, your lipstick is smudged. Here, let me.”

She leans forward and takes your chin in her hand, then brushes along the corner of your lip with her thumb. Her touch sends a shiver down your spine and makes your entire body hot with desire.

“That’s a lovely colour, darling. Coral suits you very well.”

She knows. She must know. 

She leans back into her seat. You decide to be bold.

“You know, I am still feeling a little bit tense. You said you like to watch something to relax — but I prefer more physical ways of relaxation. Do you have anything to recommend in that area?”

“Do give me an example, darling, what do you do to relax that’s physical?”

“Oh, I’m afraid what I do wouldn’t be appropriate to engage in at my workplace.”

There is a definite red tinge to Larissa’s cheeks.

“What’s life without a little excitement?”

“Very boring, I suppose.”

For a couple of seconds, there is silence. You are looking at each other, both of your cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol. The tension in the air is thick and heavy.

The next thing she says takes you by surprise. You didn’t expect her to be that forward.

“Tell me, darling, did it turn you on when you heard me yesterday?”

“I—” you open and close your mouth like a fish. You can’t believe the words that just came out of her mouth — to hear her say something like that is something straight out of a wet dream, something that would only happen in your wildest fantasies. 

“I usually do it to relax — it’s a purely physical thing, but lately I have found myself thinking about you,” she continues. “Tell me, do you think of mewhen you touch yourself?”

You look her straight in the eye. “Yes, I do.”

You look at each other for a moment. Desire lingers in the air. She is first to break the silence. 

“Before this escalates any further, I want you to know that the last thing I’d want is to put you in a difficult situation or make you feel like you are obligated to do something. If you don’t want this, just say the word and we shall never mention it again.” 

She pauses. She seems nervous — you’ve never seen her nervous before.

“And please know that whatever you decide, it will not affect your thesis in any way. I would hate for you to be under the impression that this is transactional. I am genuinely interested in pursuing something beyond friendship with you, but I am ready to put that aside and prioritise our professional relationship if that is what you want.”

Your heart breaks as you decide to do the right thing.

“Maybe we should wait until I finish my thesis, and then… continue with this,” you say. “As much as I’d like to, it really wouldn’t be professional of us.”

“Of course. That would probably be best.”

She moves her leg under the table so that it’s no longer touching yours —- you can’t help but feel disappointed. There is a moment of awkward silence. She clears her throat. “We should probably go then, not let this escalate any further.”

“Yes,” you agree. “Let’s go.”

The walk to campus is silent and awkward. 

“It’s rather late,” you say. “I do hope buses still drive. The night lines are scarce in this part of town.”

“Oh, I can drive you home, if you want,” she says quickly. “I didn’t offer because I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I mean, if you want to. We will have to spend time a lot of time together until I finish my thesis, we might as well practice not being awkward around each other. Not that I wasn’t awkward before,” you say, attempting to lighten the mood. “You always made me nervous.”

She chuckles and the air seems less heavy. “I didn’t know I was so scary.”

“You’re not,” you say, but you don’t elaborate further (what you want to say is you look like a movie star, you are intelligent and absolutely brilliant and I am nervous because I have a huge crush on you — but that would be inappropriate given the circumstances).

The drive to your apartment is silent. The tension that built in the bar didn’t dissipate into thin air when you decided not to act on it — instead it intensified — it lingers around, hot and heavy, clouding your judgement, making you sweat even though it’s a chilly night.

She parks in a free spot just in front of your apartment building.

“I’m sorry, I acted very unprofessionally,” she starts. “As your mentor, I should have ignored your advances, but instead I flirted with you and encouraged you.”

Her red lips move in the most delicious way as she speaks, and you find yourself staring again. You remember the sound of her moans. It’s difficult to think about anything else.

“I feel terribly ashamed. I promise I will maintain a strictly professional demeanour from now o—”

You pull her into a bruising kiss. She squeaks (you find that adorable).

Pushing you away, she tries to be reasonable. “We shouldn’t,” she says.

“What’s life without a little excitement? What a novel without the protagonist disregarding propriety and pushing the plot forward?”

“I—”

“Please, Larissa, I believe you when you say my thesis won’t be affected. We are both adults. We want this. Tell me, do you want me?”

She looks at you. Desire dances in her eyes.

“Yes.”

That is all you need. 

You kiss her again, then climb over to her seat, somehow managing to straddle her lap. She abruptly pushes the car seat backwards to give you more room — you gasp in surprise and she swallows your gasp with a hungry kiss.

The way she kisses you is passionate, ravenous, desperate. You grind against each other, your hands are everywhere, and her skirt is already bunched up around her hips (the sight of her soft, white thighs in garters drives you crazy). It’s hot, it’s dirty, and it’s not something you thought a put together woman like herself would ever be caught dead doing.

“I never imagined you’d enjoy a dirty car fuck, Larissa,” you whisper into her ear as she kisses your neck. She bites it and you gasp. 

“And I never imagined you’d be such a naughty slut, grinding your pussy against my thigh, but here we are.” 

She makes even something that cheap and filthy sound delicious. It shouldn’t turn you on so much, but it does.

“Say that again,” you breathe out, continuing to grind against her thigh.

“You like it when mommy calls you a dirty slut, hm?” 

She grabs your hair with one hand and slides the other one down into your trousers, feeling your drenched underwear. 

“Mmm, fuck,” is the only thing you can say.

“So wet and needy for me already, darling?” she coos at you. “Tell me, did you imagine me doing this to you as you touch yourself, hm? Fucking you with my fingers, fast and hard, like a common whore?”

She slides her hand inside your underwear and pushes a finger into you, then, when she feels how wet you are, two. You whimper. She curls them and you cry out. “Say I’m mommy’s little whore. I want to hear it.”

“I— I’m mommy’s little whore, fuck—”

She starts fucking you, fast and hard, and there are no coherent thoughts left in your mind. She is grunting and groaning with you — it make you delirious with desire. You want to make her moan like she did last night.

You somehow manage to pull yourself together enough to bury your own hand between her soft thighs and feel her wetness. She moans as you circle her clit and her fingers lose their rhythm for a second, which allows you to put together a coherent sentence.

“Like that, mommy?” you breathe out. “Did you imagine this when you touched yourself yesterday?”

“Yes,” she whines, “please, don’t stop.”

You have no intention of stopping. You continue to circle her clit even as she starts to fuck you harder. Her moans are obscene and loud and for a second you remember that any passerby could see you, and probably hear you, but you don’t care. If anything, that turns you on even more.

What sends you over the edge is her orgasm. Her body tenses up, her moans become hoarser and strangled, and a combination of swearwords and moans mixed with your name leave her lips as she tips over the edge of ecstasy. It’s the most erotic thing you have ever witnessed. She tries to fuck you through her own orgasm, but she doesn’t manage to keep the relentless, steady pace she had set before. It doesn’t matter — you grind on her hand and cry out as you ride out intense waves of pleasure that make your limbs tingle.

She gently pulls her fingers out of you. You stay still for a while, wrapped around each other, breathing heavily, your faces buried in each other’s necks. 

“Fuck, that was hot,” you say after a while.

She nods against your shoulder. “It was.”

“Wanna do that again sometime… mommy?” you pull away, looking at her with a shit-eating grin plastered on your face.

“If you call me that any time we aren’t fucking, I will end you.”

You laugh, and after a second she laughs as well. 

She is so pretty when she smiles — you love how those little lines around her eyes become more prominent.

“I should probably go, though. We are in the middle of the street and it’s like, 3am,” you say.

“Yes, you probably should.”

Before you go exit the car, you kiss goodnight. It’s the sweet and soft — it makes your heart flutter.

“Good night, darling,” she whispers as you get out of the car.

“Good night, Larissa,” you whisper as you watch her drive away.

As you brush your teeth, take a quick shower and get cozy in your bed, the only thing you can think about is Larissa. When you fall asleep, you dream of her sweet kisses. 

When you wake up in the morning, you feel well-rested for the first time in weeks.

[reallyromealone]

So this is a rough idea of a thing I'm working on

Cat reader with the yamazawa family

Reader has a funky quirk where he's like a void and stretches around and looks like hes being viewed from 3d glasses

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The yamazawa family was... Interesting.

A mix match family that loved one another deeply, even their cat was... peculiar.

A little black lump on the couch, fur looking like a viscous liquid and the cat looked like he was being viewed from 3d glasses, truly something strange.

The kitten's body didn't move like a cat, the body was able to stretch like putty at will which proved to be a hassle when it came to treat time. "He's out cold..." Hizashi mumbled at the little lump that let out a little snort like snoring "he's so peaceful..." Aizawa said grabbing the fabric cat carrier, it was time to move to the dorms and little (name) was a tricky one to travel with as his body was well... That.

Gently lifting the void and holding him like he was a liquid, they weren't making the mistake of holding him like a normal cat as his body tended to stretch when lifted like that.

"There we go..." Shota said gently placing him in his carrier, his favorite blanket and a toy he enjoyed in there along with a few treats and slowly Zipped it up "ok I think we can go" the movers getting started as the family got the importants in the car, Eri in her car seat and Shinsou on the other backseat with (name)s carrier in the middle, the little lump still snoozing away "good job tiring him out Eri" Shinsou commented and the six year old beamed "he really likes laser pointers!"

Shinsou was excited to be in the dorms, his dad's and sister in the teachers dorms with (name) who had woken up and was less than thrilled, having to wear his special collar that his quirk couldn't void out.

Though his dad's were worried about their cat meeting Nedzu, they knew their cat was smarter than average and worried about the kitten being currupted by the rat overlord.

(Name) looked around curiously at his new surroundings, tentatively stepping out and giving a big stretch "(name)!" The smallest human he recently learned was named "unicorn" seemed excited that he was awake as the other two humans turned to look at him "hi smelly boy" the yellow one said softly and reached out to (name) "this is our new home! So let's go look around" (name) did little steps out and wandered around to investigate "SHOU!" A voice yelled out from the other side of the front door, poor (name)s body turning static from shock and body stretched into a dramatic stretch pose before darting.

"Nem you scared our cat!" Shouta opened the door and the spectacled teacher walked in "hi Eri!" She said to the little girl who waved shyly back "I never got to meet the little kitty!" She said and locked eyes with the kitten behind the coffee table whose "fur" was static looking as he was hesitant of the new human who cooed at him "he's so... Unique!" She said going to lift the kitten but only his torso lifted, his legs stretching and feet planted on the ground "he's particular with who lifts him" Shouta said and Eri giggled at the kittens antics.

"Hes cold" she said simply and looked at them "he's got a funky quirk, Nedzu is actually quite excited to meet him" Hizashi said and he wasn't sure if it was good or bad thing considering Nedzu being... Well him.

(Name) trotted the halls of U.A curiously, the little void cat having gotten out of the teachers dorms and went on an adventure of sorts "is that a cat?" A student asked another student but (name) payed no mind.

"My my, I wasn't expecting to meet you like this"

(Name) wasn't very smart, smarter than a cat but he was still a kitten "would you like some tea?"

"Tea?" (Name) chirped confused and Nedzu smiled "yes little one, tea" (name) looked startled at the....big cat? Yeah that was a cat for sure.

[elisiafarias]

Enenra

Smoke x Reader

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Imagine :(Y/N) joined the order of Light in order to eliminate demons and serve the earth, before she was a normal student, however she always had a connection with the angels and could get into the subconscious of the rest, that caught Ashrah's attention and she asked him to join her, but our protagonist's past is for another day. Liu kang requests your and Ashrah's service to help Thomas because he has had dreams and visions about Enenra, therefore (Y/N) must travel to Japan to find a way to find and eliminate Enenra so that he cannot take possession of Thomas' body.

*.☽ .* Smokexreader + bi han + kuai liang

*Author's notes*

Hello, just in case my language is Spanish, but I prefer to publish this story in English for those who do not follow me on Wattpad UwU.Having said that let's start :D

Chapter I

You were arriving in Japan after a long trip together with your superior Ashrah, although you thought it was easier for Liu Kang to take them through a portal, it was far away and portals could not be made anywhere in the world, without mention that the god of fire had to meet with the empress, because lately he was making questionable decisions, such as building a coliseum, but that was a worry for another day for you.

Ashrah thought it was a good idea to travel, as they would likely encounter other demons to eliminate along the way.

They arrived at the Fire Gardens, the crimson leaves of the trees seemed beautiful to you, a leaf fell into your hand and the warm wind caressed your face, you felt grateful inside to witness such a beautiful place. Your thoughts were interrupted when a male voice sounded in the distance.

-The Shirai Ryu will not let you pass - A tall man, gray hair and silver eyes, said with a frown, he was wearing a very peculiar mask for you. As soon as you saw him you realized that it must be Thomas from the description that Liu Kang had given you, and Jonny also showed you some photos. To your liking, you didn't expect him to be so handsome in person. Your great teacher also realized that it must be Thomas.

-You must be Thomas - Ashrah began to speak. The shirai ryu was surprised to see that he knew his name.

-"Don't worry, we come in the name of Liu Kang,"- the teachers of the order of light continued as she extended a scroll written in the hand and letter of the God of Fire.

Why would Liu Kang send a demon and a girl to where his clan was? The ex former Linkuei asked himself. However, he stopped doubting them when he realized that it was indeed the handwriting and words of the god of fire. His surprise was greater when he found out the real reason why they were there.

-Wait.... Is this because of the nightmares I have? - Thomas asked surprised, his voice softened, he had a hard time understanding why it was so important that they help him with his dreams.

- Everything will be explained Thomas, I am Ashrah, this is (Y/N), our specialty is eliminating demons and serving the earth. - The Founder of the order of light said calmly, you just nodded kindly to generate security.

For some reason, you couldn't stop looking at his eyes, they were too cute, although the same thing happened to you with Ashrah when you meet her, you avoided making eye contact with her so as not to make her uncomfortable since that reminded her that she was still a demon.

-"I'm sorry I hesitated, follow me, I'll introduce you to the grand master" .-Thomas said as he looked up, nodding, you noticed that he was looking at a man who was hidden, then the doors began to open. You saw the compound, it was beautiful. While you followed him you couldn't stop looking at him surreptitiously, his arms, his waist, his back, his hair, especially his eyes... you thought he was perfect, although you always thought that physical beauty was not important, this man honestly had you captivated by his beauty.

"That's enough, you're not here for that" you said to yourself, without realizing it you were facing the grand master of the Shirai ryu, next to him was a woman, she must have been his wife Harumi, Liu Kang already told you about her too.

You didn't know what to say or how to introduce yourself, however Thomas stepped forward.

-Kuai Liang, this is Ashrah and (Y/N), they are sent by Liu kang... That's why they are here.- Smoke said a little embarrassed as he extended the scroll to him, the grand master took it seriously, when he finished. reading, he was also surprised, he was not aware before what his brother was going through.

-What does this mean, Thomas? - Kuai Liang asked, somewhat annoyed. Although that's how it sounded, you realized that he said it with a guilty tone, apparently he was upset with himself for not being aware of the seriousness of what his adoptive brother was experiencing.

-Honestly...I didn't know that my dreams with demons could be so serious.- Smoke answered seriously, honestly he tried to minimize what he was going through, he was ashamed of having to depend on someone else, since he was taken in by the Lin Kuei he had learned Not depending on anyone, it was difficult for him to ask for help.

Although his adoptive father tried to welcome him in the best possible way after the tragedy he had experienced, Smoke had been left with consequences, in addition to having to learn to live with the pain of losing his family, he had to adapt quickly to the way of life of the Lin Kuei, not counting the cold treatment he received from his older brother Bi Han, one of the few people he found refuge to talk to was his father and brother Kuai Liang.

-Enenra is one of the worst demons that live in people's subconscious - Ashrah intervened - The fact that Thomas is dreaming about him, that means that there are indications that he is there. -But the search for Bi han.- Smoke exclaimed, however he was interrupted when his brother put his hand on his shoulder.

-You must accept his help brother, do not worry about the search for Bi han, we will take care of it, while you must deal with your demons.- Said the grand master of the Shirai ryu in his attempt to give security to his brother.

-It's okay....-He had finally accepted the steaming one, then he turned his gaze to you and Ashrah.- But I don't understand how they plan to help me. Smoke asked, this time you finally dared to speak. -Don't worry, we have researched everything about Enenra, we have a plan for all odds, plus I won't let anything happen to you.- You said smiling as you looked him straight in the eyes. Honestly that embarrassed him more.

-Thank you...- Thomas answered.

-I have a place to receive them so they can stay. - Harumi began to speak, you thanked her for her hospitality.

-If there is anything we can help with, let us know.- Said the grand master t.

-We will keep you informed.- The founder of the order of Light finally said.

-We'll start early tomorrow.- You told Thomas with a small smile. He just nodded.

It was beginning to get dark and Harumi had them follow her to show them her accommodation, once they arrived it was a beautiful house, although it was small you loved it and the best thing was that they had a room for each of them.

-It's very nice here- You told the grandmaster's wife.

-I'm glad to know you like it... If you need anything, let me know,- Harumi answered as she left.

At the end of the day you started talking about Ashrah to go over the whole plan they had for Thomas and how to face Enenra, although you were very confident, you had never faced a demon like him so you had to be cautious.

When you were lying down, you couldn't get the man you were going to help out of your mind, he wasn't the first one you'd helped, but this boy was different from the rest and you didn't know why you didn't ask to stop thinking about him. "I hope we get along" you said to yourself. Tomorrow would be an interesting day.

End of chapter I

Hello, I hope you liked it, it's my first mk1 story, any constructive criticism is welcome. We'll read that later UwU

Chapter I I here

[mybworlds]

Bittersweet

CHAPTER 1

status: ongoing

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: your life is full of 'must'. You live with your overprotective mother who controls every aspect of your life. You have a dream, to write romance novels, but love - real love - you haven't found yet. Your mother has even decided what you must do in your free time: play music. One day, however, when you go to your music teacher's house, you will have an unexpected encounter and from that day on things change…

rating: 18+ explicit (minors, DNI)

Before to start... Hello people, I know there are other two ff that I already started, but I dreamt this new idea for my new ff. So I decided to write it down it. So here we are. If you want to let me know what you think about it I'd be glad to read you.

No offence pls, if you dislike it go away :)

Thanks @vase-of-lilies for the banner

You always dreamed of doing something special, of being the person who would make a difference in the world….

So you hoped.

You hoped to become a great writer of romance novels, and you hoped to instill hope in the hearts of young people not to give up in the face of love and the possible obstacles that may arise.

But not all dreams come true.

In fact, you ended up working in a small bar on the outskirts of your town, surrounded by the many stories of the many diners who populate the place during the daytime or evening hours--depending on the shifts. These stories are the most different, and cannot help but feed your wild imagination.

In the evening, when you are not on shift, you write dozens and dozens of stories on your computer: some are shorts, some are very long and have happy endings, some less. It depends on your mood and how you imagine certain events you've witnessed or heard will end.

"I'm home!"

Your mother has just returned from a nearly seventy-two-hour shift at the hospital, she works in emergency medicine, and - since your father died (or at least she always said) - when she's not at home, you have to do everything, housework and bar work, grocery shopping, paying bills.

"Hi, Mom."

You absentmindedly greet her by putting down your computer glasses and crinkling your eyes in exhaustion.

"Did you buy groceries?"

The usual string of questions starts, to which you always answer with a distracted yes. You are almost 30 years old, but sometimes you feel like you are 40s or even 50s. Sometimes you think you would just like to enjoy youth, to be carefree, light-hearted, you would like to be free even to make mistakes, and instead you feel caged in this life. In a life where the only rule is you must.

"So you're okay with that?" your mother suddenly asks, making you get your feet back on the ground.

"What?" you ask confused.

"You might even listen to me for once!" blurts out Mom.

"I just got distracted for a second!" you exclaim trying to catch up.

Mom snorts, "I asked you if you were free tomorrow for your guitar lesson."

Ah yes, the exhilarating guitar lessons!

Mom, ever since Dad left (but she always said it was as if he was dead), has demanded that you take piano lessons first and guitar lessons later, like your father. You can't understand your mother, sometimes she seems to hate your father, sometimes she doesn't.

About love, you've always wanted it to be forever. Maybe it's just some romantic bullshit you always watched in movies or read in books, but you want to believe that there really exists out there for you, someone who is willing to love you for a lifetime. Too bad you haven't found anyone so far who is willing to love you the same way you love, to want you the way you want!

Going back to your guitar lessons, your teacher is a bit of a peculiar guy, a bit of a loner, a lover of many things and one opposed to the other. He's -- you don't know exactly how to define him. You've never been able to decipher him. He seems gruff, but at the same time he has a good side and probably deep down sweet.

Very deep down.

"Yes, don't worry." Mom, ever since he left, has become overprotective in some ways with you, has demanded to control you even though you are not so young anymore, wants to know what you read, what you see, what you do. It may seem normal, perhaps, for a mom to try to get to know what her child does, but not the way she does. If you are evasive for one reason for another, she becomes a hound, suffocating almost. Once she even demanded to read a chat you created with friends fearing that you might be in touch with a man much older than you, and instead she found herself a chat where you were exchanging sometimes funny and sometimes even private messages with some of your close friends from school, which even embarrassed you, but mom justified herself by saying she was doing it for you. She even banned you from driving for fear that you might have a car accident! You have a driver's license, but your mother won't even let you drive around town. She always has to be the one to drive you. These manias of hers are suffocating!

"Good. Do you have money to pay for it?" she asks you.

"Yes, don't worry," you reply, going to prepare dinner.

"We have to be very punctual or I'll be late for the hospital," she informs you.

"Do you have another night?" you ask her "It will be the fifth time in a month! But didn't there used to be shifts once even in the hospital?" you ask again as you prepare some pasta.

"Yes, but -- you know, there are only a few of us and then there are even more emergencies than usual."

You follow your mother with your eyes as you see her typing on her cell phone. Your mother sometimes looks like the young woman and you look like the mom.

What an unfair life!

The next day your life flows as usual, you get up very early, make coffee bringing it also to your mother, go to shower, get dressed and go to work.

At the café there is the usual hustle and bustle, who wants coffee, who wants a croissant, who wants a slice of pizza, who wants something else. You don't have a moment to yourself. Only when it's almost lunchtime now, you stop and go to the back of the store to eat your sandwich and smoke. Yes, you smoke. The only real transgression in your life. If your mother found out she would probably kill you, but you don't care smoking makes you feel good and maybe it makes you feel good because it's a decision you made, not because it was forced on you.

You rub one temple and look toward the road covered with a hint of snow. You wonder what you would have been doing by now if you had not been there with your mother, if maybe you were busy in college or maybe in pursuing some master's degree, you wonder who you might have been if you had dared to live your life to the fullest.

In the afternoon, your mother - after making sure you are dressed appropriately, that you have sheet music and whatnot - drops you off in front of your teacher's building.

The latter lives on the top of seven floors, it's practically a penthouse, it's beautiful place. Being with him -- a little less so.

When you knock, you are about to greet him, but a completely different man from your teacher appears in front of you. He is tall, much taller than your teacher and you, curly brown hair, dark eyes, a look that is at first grim, then curious, defined jaw line and curved nose. He is perhaps 40 years old.

You stand open-mouthed, thinking you had the wrong house for a moment, then realizing it's the right address.

"I was looking for Mr. Miller," you say.

"In person." he replies.

"Tommy Miller," you say.

"I'm his brother." he says again.

You are about to say something, but he is the one who interrupts you by asking if you are his student and calling your name, you nod in confusion.

"My brother had to leave yesterday morning. He told me you were coming and to wait for you to let you know." he clarifies by placing his hands on his hips.

He is incredibly muscular; you have never seen a man like him. He hits you right away.

"I see. Then -- I'll go." ready to leave.

You make to turn your back to him "Did Mommy tell you not to talk to strangers?" he asks making you turn back to him "I saw you get out of your mother's car." he adds noticing your confused look.

"What did you say?" you ask in annoyance.

You see him smirking and cross his arms "Are you afraid the big bad wolf will eat you?"

You wrinkle your forehead "First, I don't even know who you are." you say moving a couple of steps closer to him "And second…"

"Joel." he introduces himself by extending his hand.

"You're creepy -- Joel," you say looking first at his hand and then at his face.

"You, on the other hand, are shy." he notes looking at you and running his gaze over your figure. No one has ever looked at you like this. Making your skin warmed. "Yes, you are a shy little one." he adds, smiling and making wrinkles appear on the sides of his eyes.

"Your brother is definitely nicer," you say.

Lie. Tommy has always been very much on his own.

He just bends his head to the side, "Funny, people always told me I'm the nice one of the Miller brothers."

Gotcha.

"Well, maybe they never really knew you!"

"And you in less than a minute figured out who am I?" he asks, leaving you speechless.

No, you know very well that you cannot judge anyone in less than a minute. If someone had judged you in less than a minute they probably would have dismissed you as an ordinary young woman, lacking dreams of her own, trivial.

Perhaps the same thing applies to the man in front of you, Joel Miller.

[kabillieu]

Concerned rambling about my big kid, also under the break.

My kid's social studies teacher does not like him. I have a child who is easy to dislike if you are not invested in getting to know him and his peculiarities. As he moves up into middle school and high school and has many more teachers who have him for just a short amount of time per day, this is going to happen more and more often.

My kid needs extra support in the form of written instructions for all assignments, and that is something that will need to go into his IEP next year. He also gets overwhelmed easily and is unable to explain homework assignments to us sometimes, nor is he always able to bring home assignment instructions. Sometimes because the instructions are oral and sometimes because they're written but he's lost the assignment page. There's also the problem of every teacher using a different app on the iPad for various assignments, and I have no idea how to access them, and he can't always tell me.

My child is more work than many teachers want to deal with, but he also has documented disabilities and needs to be appropriately accommodated. He is not being lazy or defiant. He is overwhelmed, disorganized, and distracted. He's bored in class and acting like it not because he's bad but because he has ADHD and poor social skills.

I need to work on getting a thicker skin because teachers are going to be curt and rude to me because they don't like dealing with my kid. And I will need to learn how to tolerate that and communicate with them anyway so that my child can have the tools and accommodations he needs.

The problem with my kid is that his disabilities are not immediately obvious. So teachers have the same expectation from him as other children. But he is just not at the same level, and he needs extra support. Some teachers really, really get it, and they go out of their way to support him, and I am so grateful for them and teachers like them. I know it takes extra effort to teach a child like mine. I know teachers are overtaxed and unsupported. But my kid deserves an education and is legally guaranteed to have one.

Yesterday, at his robotics club presentation, he had a meltdown in front of his club and all the parents because he felt like the kids in the club weren't listening to him. They probably weren't. My big kid can be abrasive and terse in communication style. He's more concerned with getting rules exactly right than hurting someone else's feelings. This is just such classic autistic behavior imo. It's not something he can help, but it makes him unlikeable to children and adults with neurotypical social skills.

When he was beginning to meltdown, I did not intervene because I know from lots and lots of experience that intervening when he's emotional escalates rather than de-escalates his behavior. He has to regulate himself, and then once he regulates we discuss what happened and try to make plans to handle similar situations differently in the future. But what it looks like to others, in the moment of his meltdown, is that I'm not parenting him. And then people think I'm a bad mother, when what I am is a careful, perceptive parent who is teaching him how to advocate and care for himself and make better choices for the future. I also always validate his emotions. Even if they don't make sense to me, they are valid to him!

Yesterday's meltdown was tough to witness, but he pulled himself out of it within minutes, was minimally disruptive, the event was able to continue without him, and then he was able to calmly walk away afterward. For my kid, this is a success.

But what teachers and parents and other children see is a disruptive, bad child. And I will have to deal with that alongside him. I will have to work with teachers who don't like him. It's all so exhausting--especially for someone who would rather die than draw attention to myself--but it's necessary, and I'm doing the right thing. And I'm not going to punish my child for a meltdown that he can't help because he's autistic.

Good lord, life is difficult sometimes.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Hey!

I’m in a bad need of a recommendation of a more recent long slow burn chaptered fic.

I’ve read all the older (2020 and back) fics and I was wondering what good ones came more recently.

Can you help? Thank yoou ❤️❤️

Here’s some that have been posted from 2021 to present :)

Advent Calendar 2021 (ao3) - Phantje

Summary: Phil lives and works in a town in the North called Lylchester. Well, 'works'. He does charitable things in the name of being nice and his (adoptive) parents. Things are fine. Yeah. Fine. Meeting Dan who has strong opinions about peculiar things shakes up Phil's life and he is falling before he can help it.

Dan lives and works somewhere, or anywhere really. By fate, or call it the British Railway train running times, he ends up in Lylchester. Before he can help himself, he has made the first real best friend he has ever had - Beatrix. And suddenly, life does not seem so difficult anymore. Dan appreciates the work he can do, even if it has him interact with the rich idiot Phil more often that he would personally choose.

Broke, Gay and New in Town (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan Howell was in dire need for a change - he hated his job and his life and he just felt stuck. His grandfather's letter was a blessing that came with an incredible gift: A farm. Dan had no idea how to run a farm but he was willing to give it a try.

He arrived in Stardew Valley with few expectations but even so, he could never have imagined he would encounter magic, otherworldly creatures, corporate conspiracies, so many queer villagers, a secret destiny and right at the centre of it all the love of his life.

Dandelions (ao3) - throughtheirsnoses (det395)

Summary: Phil returns to his small town after studying how to improve his power that lets him grow plants with his mind. Phil is anxious and struggling with the expectations put on him to grow new plant-based medicine and on top of it all, his childhood best friend, Dan, gets his heart broken and turns to Phil as a rebound. Phil panics.

do you feel it too? (ao3) - heartsopenminds

Summary: A bad break-up has left Phil scared of getting his heart broken again. He’s not ready to date, but he’s missing the easy affection of a long-term relationship.

Cuddle therapy might be the perfect way to get what he needs, with no strings attached. But what happens when that’s no longer enough?

First to Listen (To Anything I Said) (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: It's 2004, and Dan Howell is screwing up in school. He can't help that he's stuck in boring classes with boring people and just doesn't care. So when Phil Lester, one of the geekiest kids in school, is assigned to be his tutor, he's expecting this to just be another crappy part of his already crappy life.

But when it turns out Phil might be Dan's first real friend, his hormones threaten to screw all that up. Because that's all it is, right? Hormones?

Laws Of Attraction (ao3) - strawberrysunflower

Summary: When Phil turned twenty-nine, he wrote out a list of all the things he had in his life. One terraced house in Manchester, rented. Two housemates who still buy the cheapest alcohol on offer in Tesco. Three failed long-term relationships.

After a spur-of-the-moment Friday night out on Canal Street, Phil ends up in the bed of a very handsome stranger. It’s a nice yet meaningless distraction from his directionless life. No big deal. Until he bumps into him again. And again. And again...

scratch bark bite (oh, love me, i lied) (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Music & Drama teacher Dan Howell has a well-known rivalry with his coworker, English teacher Phil Lester.

An unforeseen event flips everything Dan thought he knew about Phil and himself on its head. Slowly but surely, the grudge withers, and the two of them cross the line between enemy and friend. But what will happen when their true intents and feelings get revealed? And was what they had ever really a rivalry? Was it even mutual?

strike a deal, kiss my lips (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Witches were the only magical beings capable of binding and controlling demons. It required a complicated ritual and crazy amounts of magic.

It happening on accident was practically unheard of until Phil came along and got tangled up with a snarky and dangerous demon named Dan. Suddenly bound together, Phil must grapple with control over a chaotic demon that wants to strip the skin from his bones.

And maybe strip the clothes off of his body as well.

The River (ao3) - Portia331

Summary: Dan arrived in Melbourne two weeks ago with just one suitcase crammed with running gear, psychology textbooks, and a mere fraction of his wardrobe especially curated to fit both his aesthetic and the Melbourne weather.

He's about to start in the role of a lifetime on a 12 month contract, but he's barely ready for the Australian summer heat, let alone what the world is about to throw at him.

Thunder Only Happens When It's Raining (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Dan meets Phil at the lowest moment in his life and is immediately enchanted by him, but nobody is perfect - not even those with good intentions and a kind heart.

This is the story of two imperfect people trying to do their best, to find love and strive in life. They gravitate towards each other at every turn, sometimes dancing in harmony, other times colliding.

Two Man Team (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: This is the story of two struggling friends who after many trials and tribulations find their way back to each other and build the life they've always dreamed of.

Or how Phil changed his life by talking to random strangers on the internet.

what might come with the dawn (ao3) - cloud-gays (wind_brewed)

Summary: The Island has a Guardian, that's what people say. Phil doesn't know if this guardian is a mythical being or just a piece of gossip; a made-up story to make people feel safe during storm season. A made-up story just to make them feel secure.

Now that he decides to move in with his parents again, Phil needs the protection. Maybe he needs to reach out to this lonely, black-clothed being; reach out to the lonely man of winter.

Also called: Phil is a storm-chaser of sorts and Dan, a storm-magnet. In between running and hiding, they find each other inside the calm of the storm.

-Rae

[keepyourpantsongohan]

Ayesha Liveblogs Given S1

I have no knowledge of this show aside from that it is a Boyband Romance Anime, but I love the little puppy they've introduced in the first scene, fingers crossed for a recurring role

[Dreaming of snapped guitar strings, staring up at a dark figure and cans scattered on the floor] Your Lie in April has really set a very strange precedent for musician romance anime, I hope for a different vibe. The haunting dreams do not bode well

I like the proportions of these characters, it feels very realistic

"Seriously, say something, would you?! Use your damn words! You're creepy as hell! And your strings are rusty, that's why one of 'em broke! Fix it already!" 1) I gather by this unsolicited rant that Uenoyama and Sulky Redhead are love interests, and 2) Is that the voice of Megumi Fushiguro, Boy Kisser?

It IS the voice of Megumi Fushiguro, Boy Kisser!!!! Criticizing someone's guitar maintenance but then immediately dropping everything to fix it bc they look sweet and sad is SO Megumi. [Todo voice] I know what you are

"I had no idea that I was strumming hard on his heartstrings with my own fingers." Surely there was a better way to say this, Uenoyama?

Also, he makes it seem like the other guy fell first, when it appears to me that Uenoyama is stressing BECAUSE he thinks the other guy is cute

HAHAHA not Uenoyama listening to the Artistic Monkeys

JKHGKJH I wondered why Uenoyama first sat down, I guess it's because this stairwell is where he naps. Terrible choice, both uncomfortable and in the way

"You carry a guitar around knowing nothing about it?" A fair point

HAHAHA the way that Kaji and Haruki immediately want to show off and play a song for Sato. Accurate band vibes

"Teach me guitar... please." "Would you knock that off? I've never taught anyone. I don't even know how to teach." Gkjhgkjgh the way Sato keeps ignoring Uenoyama's very reasonable concerns and suggestions and insists he should be his teacher

[Saves Sato from gettins sideswiped] "You need to watch behind you." "But I can't see behind me."I think perhaps Sato has a condition of the mind

I love Yayoi, because this is exactly how I am lounging at home:

"I haven't been over there [to the stairwell] since yesterday. Because I had a feeling I'd break if he asked me again." LOL Uenoyama said: I never claimed to be a strongwilled man

"Was it... actually showing on my face?" Iknowwhatyouare.jpg

HAHAHAH Uenoyama worried about Sato not showing up in the stairwell (that Uenoyama had purposely been avoiding!!) but it's because Sato was holding hands with Uenoyama's bassist while waiting for him in the music studio

"Didn't you... go to the light music club?" "I did. But you were cooler, Uenoyama." AWWWW Sato

"We're gonna go for a smoke." I gather that Kaji and Haruki are a bit older than Uenoyama?

They did shortly elaborate that Haruki is in grad school and Kaji is a second year in university/college. I agree with Sato, it is impressive that Uenoyama is at the same level given they've had more time to learn!

"I want to play the first [chord] you played for me." Now this is a trope I've heard MANY times LOL. And somehow they always remember which chord that is

"He might've seemed bratty just because, y'know, he's going through puberty." LMAO real, Kaji

Ggkjghkjghg the realness of the fact to be a musician you need to have tons of disposable income. 10/10 accuracy

They've already mentioned Kaji going out with Yayoi, but with the hair tugging and the "When did you do all that?" "You wanted to see?" with Haruki, I feel like Kaji is perhaps a bisexual king

"Because I don't want to hurl from seeing some high school cover band play basic-ass J-Pop songs." Hahaha, you're a pretentious little prick, aren't you, Uenoyama?

"I'm not sure... But I had fun." [Blushes] "I see." Tee hee

"Why are you guys so buddy-buddy?" Uenoyama's friends have clocked his peculiar dynamic with Sato LOL

"Well, neither of you are exactly sociable. You're in different classes and have different personalities. All the girls have been wondering what's up too." "They're actually wondering?" "Yup, I mean Sato-kun's pretty hot, y'know? He has a lot of secret fans, but he seems so unapproachable." They are the Toya and Yuki of their school, admired widely and having their own Intimate Rituals for Touching the Skin of Other Men LOL

"No, I don't have a dad." "Huh? Oh, sorry. Uh, in that case... what kind of music do you like?" Uenoyama, King of Subtle Topic Changes

Uenoyama aftering haring Sato sing one (1) time: Oh no, I hope this doesn't awaken anything within me

"I'm not lonely. Even though I'll never see you again... Even though I still don't have any words... I'll take the thing you loved with me." Are we about to elaborate on Sato's tragic backstory and random expensive guitar?

This shot is definitely giving Bisexual Love Triangle for Kaji and Haruki and Yayoi, I love this for them:

[Haruki, internally] "Drop dead, you oblivious heartbreaker." OH????? I wasn't expecting confirmation so soon!! And from Haruki!! Tell me more

"He's the damn weirdo, here. You know Sato Mafuyu, right?" "Yeah, the guy from the class next door. I invited him to join our band." I also wasn't expecting Uenoyama to loop his Basketball friend into the music situation LOL

LOL @ Uenoyama being so upset at being rejected. Now the Chase this Guy to Be Involved in My Music Journey Vibe is on the other foot!!

"How do you keep getting a hold of Kaji-san, even though he dumped you—" HAHAH not Uenoyama seeking advice from a romantic dynamic for his Sato struggles. Telling, I think

HJKGHJGHGKJHG the Wikihow article he's consulting:

"When you were wondering why he declined, did you think to actually ask him why?" A piercing shot from Haruki LOL.

"You should probably hear him out. Music is all about communication." My favourite romance trope is when a friend (Haruki) asks the main character: Have you tried listening? And the main character is like: :o!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"There's no way Akihiko is two years younger than me..." Is that cause you have a crush on him, Haruki?

Also I love the consistency of Haruki calling everyone casually, either by first name like Akihiko and Mafuyu or by diminutive like calling Uenoyama "Uecchi"

"You just... fell off the face of the earth... Hey, wait a sec... What the hell? That thing on your back... Is that Yuki's guitar?" We've circled back to tragic backstory

Also, not the same Yuki I was referencing before lol. I was thinking of Cardcaptor Sakura's Yukito

So, I gather from the funeral shot that Yuki is extremely dead:

[Sato, internally] "Just like how everyone laughs and cries. I just... can't do it well." Oh, Sato's for sure got something. Do you think they're getting at him being autistic?

Sato running away until Uenoyama calls him by name (Mafuyu)!!!

"Are, are you crying?" asked Uenoyama, not knowing that that was a sensitive subject for Sato

"When you're in a band, you have to express yourself in front of people, right? People always tell me, I look like I'm not thinking about anything." I wasn't expecting the neurodivergence to be a plot point!

"You're not good at expressing yourself? The whole reason I invited you into our band, is because your song shook me to my core." It DID awaken something within Uenoyama! Reignited love of music, or attraction to men, or both, only time will tell

[Uenoyama, internally] "How could you say something like that with such a pained look on your face?" Ohhhhh Uenoyama understands how Sato emotes

"Ever since I met you, I'm pretty sure I've been a complete mess," thought Uenoyama, as Sato serenaded him in the street

What the fuck does Kaji make of this conversation LMAO

"I'll do it. I want to join your band." Yeehaw, here we go!

Do Ritsuka and Yayoi have parents? We haven't seen them once yet LOL

Fascinated by the College Love Triangle Subplot. It seems like Haruki is in love with Kaji, but I want them to elaborate!!

"It's like he went back to how he used to be." What happened to make Uenoyama lose his drive for music before? Just growing up?

Also Uenoyama's right, how is Yayoi so close to Kaji when they've supposedly broken up LOL?

"Looks like Sato-kun stole Uenoyama-kun from you..." LMAO not Uenoyama being more responsive to Sato's call from literally like 15 feet away than to Kasai who was literally poking him repeatedly while calling out right next to him

Oh ho ho, I think with Kasai prompting some jealousy for Sato, the romance factor might amp up (pun intended)

"That song in your head. I figured I might be able to turn into an actual song." "You remember it?" "Huh? Of course I do. I've heard it twice now." Uenoyama King of, If He Wanted To, He Would

Hee hee, I love music shopping date. What 2gether didn't have the budget for LMAO:

"Why are they always together?" "Huh?" "They're all over each other, day after day... Why are they hanging out after school, too? Why? Are they dating or something?" There's always one girl per gay romance show that goes, Hey, Men Having Friends is For Homosexuals. Which like, accurate for the duo, but not as a general rule

"Do you have finals around then?" "Uh..." [Camera pans, Uenoyama looks at Sato] [Sato shakes his head] "We're good." "You really don't give a crap about anything besides the band, do you?" HAHAHA a direct and accurate hit from Kaji

"Sorry, but can I come over tonight?" Wow, modelling drinking and not driving AND we get a Kaji-Haruki sleepover? I'm thrilled!

"Ever since I fell in love with Akihiko, it's been like my prayer for something to happen." VINDICATION!!!!!!!!!

"But that was also when I first encountered the child prodigy, Ritsuka Uenoyama." Omg, child prodigy? Go Uenoyama!

"That was the first time in my life I'd stared at another guy's face so intensely. The light hitting his eyes made them look even brighter, and the edges looked almost green." Haruki said: Move over Sato-Uenoyama slowburn, I fell hard and discovered by sexuality fast!!! Pack it up, gay people

IT'S NOT A LOVE TRIANGLE, IT'S A LOVE SQUARE, AND THERE'S ALREADY A MAN IN AKIHIKO (KAJI)'S BED!!! I LOVE THE COLLEGE ROMANCE SUBPLOT

"Wanna play some basketball?" "Are you sure?" Awww, Sato's making new friends!

"So he can smile!" said Uenoyama, as if Sato had not smiled at him numerous times already

LOL @ Haruki trying to discuss band logistics while all three other band members are focused too much on the barbecue. Accurate young men representation, based on my experiences at all-you-can-eat restaurants

This is an insane choice of where to sleep if Akihiko (Kaji) is dating someone else???? EXPLAIN THE MAN

The puppy is making a return appearance!! (Aside from the end credits, which are entirely puppy.) Woo!

"I wonder... if Sato-kun likes you." "I mean, I don't think he hates me." Kasai's initial gay accusation going right over Uenoyama's head

"Sato-kun was dating another boy from his middle school. On top of that, the guy... suddenly killed himself last year. There are rumours that Sato-kun was part of the reason he killed himself." 1) Insane way to bring this up, Uenoyama is currently Sato's best friend and 2) Did you consider, Kasai, that gay teens are at high risk of suicide not usually because of their boyfriends, but because of the lack of support and hostility from people around them?

Also the terrible revelation at why this episode is called The Reason. I'm having a bad time at this juncture

"What the hell is this weird feeling twisting in my stomach?" 50-50 on whether Uenoyama thinks it's jealousy or homophobia

"That's Yuki's guitar, right?" "His mom asked me to take it. "I guess you guys basically had both your parents' approval." Ohhhhh Mafuyu

[Mafuyu, relieved] "You are here to criticize me, then." Oh, what a fucked up and weird dynamic between Sato and Hiiragi

"Of course I'll worry. How can I help it? We've all been friends since we were little." This Yuki backstory continues to unfold

"I know it's not really fair of me, but I haven't breathed a word of what I heard that day to anyone." If anything, it would be more unfair if Uenoyama DID say anything about it

"What is that feeling, anyway? Part of me wants to run away when I hear it. Though part of me also really likes it." I'd wager that's a personal problem, Uenoyama

Akihiko said, laughing: Ah, Gay Music Anger, we've all been there

"I believe in you, son." "Are you his boss now?" The vaguely threatening aura Uenoyama has with Mafuyu when he's encouraging him musically kills me

"Oh, I know. Why not write lyrics about past relationships? That's pretty classic." "Shut your mouth, son." HAHAHA Kaji said: You will NOT hurt the feelings of our band's teen romance, Haruki

"I really admire that about you. And you know how to make coffee using a siphon." [Haruki, blushing] "Please stop killing me with kindness!" They really gotta elaborate on the man in bed in what seems like Kaji's studio apartment before I can actively root for Haruki and Kaji

What with how long Mafuyu's been travelling around, I can only imagine he's visiting Yuki's grave

I haven't said much about them, but I like that Ueki and Itaya have immediately taken to Mafuyu

[Uenoyama, internally] "Someone he loved? Oh, yeah. This is... This is definitely jealousy." He got there eventually!

They're ealborating on the man from Kaji's apartment, finally. Also, hilarious that seemingly everyone in this band is gay, but they're all keeping it from each other, despite several of them having feelings for other members. Quadruple glass closet

"If this goes any further, our band's going to fall apart." They can't be expected to work under these romantic conditions:

"Did something happen between you and Mafuyu?" [Uenoyama makes strangled noises while blushing] "Wait, what?! You already put your mitts on him?!" HAHAHA WHAT A THING TO SAY

"What do you even think happened?! Put my mitts on him? Late bloomer?!" PLEASE SOMEONE EDIT MEGUMI TO THIS DIALOGUE HAHAHAHAHA

"Your face basically says, 'I'm in love with Mafuyu.'" Uenoyama found dead on Aisle 10 kjghkjghgj

"Is there something wrong with me?" "No? What's wrong about it? That you like a guy? 'I'm only supposed to be into girls,' or something? Don't worry. That's what I thought about myself, but I've been with guys, too." BISEXUAL KAJI CONFIRMED AND WE GET A YOUNG QUEER PERSON BEING SUPPORTED BY AN OLDER QUEER PERSON? I LOOOOOOVE

"I mean, it was kinda petty [to bring up rumours about Sato being gay]. But I guess I'm glad I found out... or something." Uenoyama, Prince of Honestly Confronting His Feelings

Kaji both wants the teen romance to blossom but also has deep concerns about the state of their band

"When his hand touched my skin through my clothes, there was so much tension, it was like I'd been pierced by needles. I wanted to rip all of these needles out, strip him naked, and sully that sound." This is way more intense than Haruki's monologue, Kaji, what are they teaching you at this college?

I still have no idea what's going on between Kaji and his roommate. They've gotta be dating right? There's one bed!

"Well, yeah... I'm just striving to my usual level of performance... Isn't that enough?" "It's not. Or at least, that's what Akihiko thinks. I don't know if you're just too worried about Mafuyu to even notice, but if you go on like this, you're gonna be swallowed up by Mafuyu's sound." They really are giving these teens Musical Ultimatums for Improvement

Of all the things in this show, I am most thrown by the concept of a disposable umbrella. People in Japan just be buying cheap umbrellas for a few uses to break and throw out? What? Why? It's like a raincoat, single-use doesn't make sense! How have you marketed this successfully???

(I know how. From my limited experience in Japan, the single-use plastic industry is everywhere. It's perplexing. We aren't even allowed plastic grocery bags here!!! There's a national ban!)

"Ugetsu. You should come." "There's no point in seeing a show if the performers aren't even trying." "I'm trying! Hell, that's all I really have going for me right now!" Akihiko what's wrong with your roommate and also your self-esteem?

"Play with your new viola-playing boyfriend." "Nah, I just like his face." So they're not dating???? And Ugetsu's boyfriend doesn't mind them sharing one studio apartment and bed? WHAT'S THE DYNAMIC HERE

Mafuyu is better than me, I would NOT be leaving my place to hang out with someone I was fighting with in the rain

We finally get a boyfriend reveal, and it turns out Yuki was blond and they were macking in classrooms

"I get how you feel but—" "You have no idea how I feel!" "You're right. I don't." A fair point, Hiiragi really doesn't know what it's like to have a dead boyfriend

"Kashima Hiiragi wants to be forgiven. It doesn't matter by who. He just wants to be forgiven." Why is Kashima Hiiragi talking about himself in the third person?

Awwww we get a flashback to Baby Mafuyu and his friend group

"They were both missing something from the start. It was like they each had what the other was lacking, so Yuki needed Mafuyu, and Mafuyu needed Yuki." It's hard getting this childhood retrospective knowing that Yuki is dead

"Two days later, Yuki, who couldn't even drink, downed a huge amount of booze. And Mafuyu found him." So Yuki died of alcohol poisoning? Rough. That does explain the haunting dream from the first few scenes

"Call me sometime, you dumbass." I think this talk has been healing for Hiiragi and Mafuyu

"But more than anyone else, [Hiiragi] wants Mafuyu to forgive him." For not speaking out to Yuki? Baby, you couldn't have known

"When I talk, my dad hits me." "You know, I'm not your dad." MAFUYU AND YUKI MAKE ME SO SAD 😭😭😭😭😭😭

On one hand, totally reasonable for Uenoyama to say let's shelve the singing for now. On the other hand, poor Mafuyu, he's so sad

The guitar strings seem like a metaphor for Mafuyu's emotional state (currently broken)

"Say, Haruki. You can be a little more conceited, you know." Is now the time for stairwell flirting? Sure!

"Mafuyu, I like your sound. I was trying to give you a little push, but before I realized it, you were the one pulling me up. Ever since you showed up, my sound's been scattered, disconnected and warped. It's just a mess. But I'm having so much more fun now than when I was just playing the chords I was told to play. Damn it, what am I trying to say? I guess I suck at putting my feelings into words, too." Mafuyu took til the end to realize this was a confession LOL, he fully thought it was a criticism:

"But in reality, even if I really wanted to, I can't cry properly, and it hurts to bad... It hurts so bad I just want to scream. I always wanted someone to understand that. Even just a little bit..." Mafuyu is actively processing his trauma on stage

HAHAHAHA I kind of expected that Mafuyu would sing, but it is still funny to see how flabbergasted his bandmates are

Baby Yuki's litte glare as they take Mafuyu's dad away. The montage of their friendship and love. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this song is getting to me

"Are you willing to die for me, then?!" Top 10 Most Haunting Options for Things You Can Say To Someone Right Before They Die. Deeply rough for Mafuyu

Every High Schooler at This Concert Venue: So we're all thinking about the same dead boyfriend, right?

HAHAHA the way that Uenoyama and Mafuyu just immediately leave the stage for a sad cuddle, ignoring the rest of their setlist and band. Wild but great

"Thank y—" [Uenoyama kisses Mafuyu] "You did so good out there. I'm gonna go play another song." DERANGED BOY KISSER, ALWAYS, 10,000/10ZO

"I'm not lonely. I'm having fun. I love music. I'm having fun during lunch. And I have someone new I'm in love with. If only I could talk to you again." Oh, Mafuyu 💔

"Yuki wanted to write a song for you. But you wanted him to say, 'Let's do this together,' didn't you?" Hiiragi said: Is your new boyfriend helping you resolve your past relationship trauma?

"A date? You never even asked me out." "Well, that goes for both of us. You never did either." Yuki and Mafuyu's relationship was quite sweet, they're really selling me on it

"Let's have sex in the bathroom when we get back." "Yeah. Let's not." HAHAHAH Yuki, so bold. I guess the shirtless bed scene in the romance montage wasn't for nothing!

After all those episodes, we finally get an appearance from Uenoyama and Yayoi's dad LOL, trying to help his daughter avoid an impulse haircut

Also, apparently Yayoi and Kaji did not date, he only gently let her down. Things are looking up for Haruki

"Man, being in love must be rough. Love?" [Flashbacks to the previous night and kissing Mafuyu] LMAO @ UENOYAMA JUST PROCESSING HIS OWN ACTIONS NOW. Also, this dialogue is another excellent opportunity for a Megumi edit

"My boyfriend was kinda surprised to see that side of Sato-san." Is Waka's boyfriend Hiiragi or Shizusumi?

"I think I was just hit with your band's passion. I want to see where you guys go from here." [Haruki blushes and hides his face in his hands] "You react in a really cute way, you know that? Wait, I feel like I just tried to make a pass at you." You did, Yatake

Poor Kaji walking in, I wonder how the stairwell flirt concluded

KHDKHHKJH the sudden narrator interjection after 10 episodes: "Uenoyama came to a conclusion. 'Whatever. If I'm gonna die, might as well go while I'm still young.'" UENOYAMA PLS

"You can stay a bit longer." "You're surprisingly pushy." "Just five more minutes." [Uenoyama blushes and caves immediately] Hahaha I'd say new dynamic unlocked but actually think this has been the dynamic the whole show

"Where could he have possibly stored all that sadness in that skinny body of his?" LNKGJLKGJ what??? This just in: Skinny people can't be sad

"My dead boyfriend's mom gave me this guitar." Insane reasoning for why you want the word 'give' in your band's title LMAO?????

"Would a CD work for you?" This is the only thing that has dated the show to a specific era hahaha RIP CDs

[Ugetsu, internally] "But that's why it's such a waste. This kid could be really big if he had the right kind of trigger." Kaji's roommate really brings a sinister aura everywhere he goes

"I like you, Uenoyama-kun." "Huh?" Mafuyu said: I am not one for beating around the bush

PLS I want more scenes from inside Uenoyama's brain, the dinosaurs and gradient rainbow "It's mutual" really got me

HAHAHAHA they immediately delivered on my request with a more unhinged version of Inside Out, also taking place inside Uenoyama's brain:

"No matter how you spin it, hooking up with bandmates is only gonna cause trouble [...] I'd be totally against it, no matter what." Hahahaha not Uenoyama forcing himself to watch a mental video of past regrettable statements

"You guys are going to start dating? You're not dating yet, are you?" "Not yet. I just told him how I felt." HHAHAHA NOT THE POLLING THEIR BAND MEMBERS

[Bowing] "Please let us have this. We'll do our best." Awwww Uenoyama's so cute

HAHAHAAHA THEY HEADLOCK HARUKI INTO A GROUP HUG IN GRATITUDE FOR BEING ALLOWED TO DATE

Kaji being like: Alright, fair enough, the fact you're dating is partially my fault anyway

"But you don't have a guitarist right now, right? You don't have any friends, Hiiragi," said Mafuyu, in what was both a cutting insult but also an accurate statement since both of Hiiragi's friends were in this room

"How are we supposed to know what anyone born in the 1000s was thinking?" NOT BORN IN THE 1000S HAHAHAH. All of the adults looks of horror. Been there, baby

This birthday pie reminds me that there was a time in my life where being pied was more of an active threat than it is now. Times, they change

"You're in love, aren't you? What kind of girl is she?" A six foot tall, burly and pierced man named Akihiko Kaji

Also, both Kaji and Haruki are bi! Love that for them. This band is somewhere between 1/2 and 3/4 bisexual, which is my preferred ratio for bisexual characters LOL <3

"What kind of song do you want to write next?" I guess I'll find out in the sequel film

[cafeinthemoon]

Feral Heart - Prologue

Chapter --

Wordcount 1,3k

Title Prologue - A Savage

Fandom Tenkaichi: Nihon Saikyo Bugeisha Ketteisen

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 🖤

Warnings: none for now, just guards gossiping

Tagging ?(If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: I just wanna say that I'm posting this story out of pure happiness and not expecting much from it bc I know no one will read it lmao

I have this story in my head since the beginning of this year, but I left it aside to focus on the other ones, but now I decided to try and work on it. Tenkaichi is a relatively new manga and isn't known by much people (at least among my friends), but it has great potential and excellent characters, my fav being the one starring this ff, Yagyu.

I'd like this story to be as weird and unsettling as possible, but without disgusting my readers with graphic content. If a synopsis is necessary, there you go: the Shogun decided to create a kinda paramilitary group formed only by women, who will work in environments where men usually don't manage to enter, and the man chosen to train these women is Yagyu. One of his students (reader) gathers his attention for her peculiar habits and mindset.

To the people who mind reading this, I hope you have fun 😅

You're such a strange girl

I'd like to shake you around and around

You're such a strange girl

I'd like to turn you all upside down

(Mareux, The Perfect Girl)

The afternoon was calm and warm, as a blessed silence took over it despite the agitation of the last days, and the guards were more than grateful for that. The arrival of a big group of women – most of them loud, young girls who barely reached adulthood – has been predicted and feared by each of them, who were about to see their work double: more people to watch over, more rooms to include in their supervisions and more details to remember in their reports. If only they could spend their free time flirting with the adult ones… but this was specially forbidden by the Shogun himself, and professional contacts was the only thing left for them – plus, disobeying the Lord’s order was equal to sign one’s death sentence. This, and having to stand the chattering and the trickery from the younger ones.

But that didn’t mean the guards wouldn’t talk about the newcomers: gossiping was even worse when it came from men, and since there was no way to stop them from talking, there were no efforts in this sense at the palace. Still, they used to be careful and not distract themselves while on duty.

At that moment, four guards were going to do the shift exchange at the gates, at a reasonable distance from the places where the women were allowed to walk on, and the men wouldn’t waste the opportunity of exchanging some words between themselves as well.

– It seems that Nobunaga-sama is having so much fun with this project in particular – Todo, one of the guards who were about to leave, was commenting – But only a fool would suppose that he’s doing this only for diversion.

– I agree – Yuki, his partner, replied – If it was any other man doing it instead of him, people would call him crazy – and, with a giggle, – Can you imagine that? Gathering a bunch of girls from each part of the country and train them to serve as soldiers?

– Not mere soldiers – Todo clarified – They will be spies, diplomats, teachers, swords-women and everything you can turn a woman into – and, lowering his tone, – To be honest, it’s a bit scary to imagine that happening.

Unluckily, his whispers were loud enough to reach the ears of the guards who came to replace them. One of them, an incorrigible jester, soon took the chance to mock his coworker, speaking as affected as he could:

– Are you really scary of these young girls, Todo-chan?!

Todo jumped and let out a scream, then began an irritated self-defense.

– O-of course, not, Takaba! I’m referring to the idea itself – he calmed down a bit – Consider this: women usually do not hold as much power as men, except in the domestic sphere. Still, they’re everywhere: in the countryside, in the cities, in familiar houses and noble rooms. They can enter many places, see many things and use many disguises. With the appropriate training, and at the same time with the reasonable control over their activities, they will make Nobunaga-sama invincible for even a longer time.

Takaba, even though recognizing the validity of Todo’s statements, was going to insist on his laughter, but his partner, Kenji, who was the youngest of the four and has been in silence until that moment, spoke in his place to keep the moods calm.

– You have a point, Todo-san – he hesitated a second – And, considering who was chosen by Nobunaga-sama to manage these girls’ training, I can only say that our Lord will accomplish his goal sooner than he planned.

– Yeah? And who is it? – Takaba asked in an annoyed manner; the composed posture of his young partner wasn’t entirely pleasing to him.

The response came from Yuki.

– That young swordsman from the Yagyu family, Munenori.

All the three men fell in uncomfortable silence when that name was mentioned.

– That one with the white strand on his hair? – Todo gasped.

Kenji moved his in an affirmative sign.

– Yes, him.

The other man sighed.

– If this is true, I feel bad for the girls.

– Really? – Takaba frowned – He’s a bit awkward, but he’s a formidable swordsman, isn’t he?

– I know, but that’s not the problem – Todo twisted his lips in discomfort – That guy creeps me out with that soft voice of his.

Yuki corroborated.

– To be honest, I feel the same whenever I find myself around him. He’s weird.

No one made efforts to continue that conversation, but there was an agreement about the feelings towards the said swordsman.

The first pair of guards decided it was time to go and leave the work for the other two. After an exchange of a few words, Todo and Yuki walked away, disappearing in a corner right after.

Once they were out of sight, Kenji, in spite of his distaste for gossiping, felt the need to add comments to the subject they just abandoned.

– You know, I think there could be some girls who will adapt to him. Like that one.

Takaba turned to him with a frown. He never appreciated his partner’s habit of making those sudden, abstract statements.

– That one? Who?

– That one who’s as weird as Yagyu-sama himself – and, seeing that the other still couldn’t follow his train of thought, – You still haven’t heard about her? It’s a girl who wanders around during the meal times, always alone, only interacting with animals and plants.

Takaba burst out in laughter.

– As if there’s such a girl! Nobunaga-sama needs sane girls to his project, Kenji-chan, did you forget that?

Leaving his temperance aside for a moment, Kenji scolded the older guy in a rare moment of irritation.

– The girl is real, you idiot! I saw her myself. Me and other friends of mine did.

Takaba gave him a suspicious glare, both for the fact that the women were kept away from the usual places Kenji used to watch and the mention of “other friends”, given the boy was almost always by himself.

– Really?

– Really – Kenji, oblivious to his companion’s mistrust, thought of the girl for a moment – In my opinion, she has a pretty face and could be popular among men if she had a proper education and wore fine clothing, but she’s basically a savage. She sleeps in strange places outside the house, walks around on barefoot and barely talks to the other women, giving weird answers whenever people speak to her – he sighed – I don’t know where she was found, but the people who decided to bring her here were certainly stupid. What could be made of such a person?

Takaba didn’t look as impressed as he would be if an older, less serious person told all those things.

– And are you sure you saw all of this with your own eyes, or did people tell you these stories?

Kenji startled, as if caught off guard.

– Well…

The other man, whose practical manners used to show during moments of impatience, dismissed his companion’s worries.

– Look, I don’t think half of this is true. This girl you talk about, she might be just a farm girl who never saw a crowded palace before and is struggling to get used to it. I wouldn’t worry about her since she’s not our responsibility. Now, we’re better off minding our own business here and forget about this.

Kenji was going to argue, but he held his tongue in the last moment. Takaba was right that time. He looked away and the conversation died seconds after.

– Thank Heavens she’s not – he murmured, not knowing if his partner heard him or not.

Chapter 1

[britishchick09]

Childhood Times: A Wadlow Sibling Fic

@robert-273-fan came up with the idea for this one! it took 2 days to write (from august 9th to the 11th). it was fun exploring senpai's early days in roxana! enjoy! :D

on harold jr.'s 5th birthday, he wants to know what senpai got up to when he was 5! what were those early days like?

 Harold Wadlow Jr. grinned as he pulled back one of his new trains, making it zip across the floor and into his big brother’s hand. “This has been the best birthday ever!”

“Especially that cake!” Betty added, licking frosting from her fingers.

Eugene inhaled the last of a balloon’s helium. “And the balloooons.”

Harold Jr. giggled. “You sound silly!”

“Yeah, you sure do.” Helen said with a playful squint.

Eugene let go of the balloon right after she spoke, causing her to accidentally get helium, too!

“So do you!” he said.

“Hey!” Helen exclaimed.

“I’d say everyone had fun!” Harold remarked.

“We certainly have,” Addie agreed. “And now it’s time to go to bed.”

“But I’m not…” Junior yawned. “I’m not tired!”

Robert smiled. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”

Harold Jr. wanted to stay up and play, but the call of sleeping was too much to resist. He grew more and more tired as Robert picked him up and carried him to his room. After Addie helped him change into his pajamas, he snuggled into bed.

“Which story do you want tonight?” she asked. “The Little Engine That Could or your newest one, Four and Twenty Blackbirds?”

“I want an old story.” Harold Jr. replied with a smile.

“Oh, what about a fairy tale? I’m sure you’d like-”

Junior giggled. “No, no! I want to hear about Robert.”

“Me?” Robert asked as he ducked into the room.

“Big Brother! I wanna hear about when you were my age!”

Robert and Addie smiled at each other. Then Addie said, “I remember those days quite well…”

...

 It was a warm summer day in 1923. We lived in Roxana, a village seven miles away from Alton. Robert, Helen and I were walking in a little park, me pushing Eugene in his stroller and the kids walking beside me.

“Can I help, Mommy?” Robert asked.

I smiled. “Of course, dear.”

Robert was five, but the same height as a teen-aged boy. He pushed the pram with ease.

“I love your baby.” a woman commented.

I smiled. “Thank you. His name is Eugene.”

Eugene stuck his hand in his mouth and started to drool. Helen winced, causing me to clean him up with a hankie. “Oh, and what a cute little girl!” The woman bent down to tell Helen, “You look so much like your father!”

‘That’s my brother!” Helen corrected her.

My face warmed. That was one of the many troubles Robert faced. People thought he was an adult!

Robert turned to look at the woman. “Yes, my daddy’s at the oil refinery.”

“Oh!” The woman’s face turned pinker than mine! “Goodness, I’m terribly sorry for assuming such a thing.”

“It’s quite alright.” I told her.

“Good day to you and your family!”

Then she hurried off, trying to conceal her ashamed face with her straw mushroom hat.

“That lady sure was funny.” Robert remarked.

I nodded. “Indeed she was.”

That was the great thing about Robert. He just brushed the stares off as peculiar. It wasn’t until he started kindergarten three months later that he’d truly start to understand.

But for now, he was just a boy who happened to come across some odd experiences. He smiled while walking down the lane with his family, who didn’t find him odd in the least.

...

 “I remember that,” Robert said. “I sometimes wonder what she’d think of me now!”

“There would be no mistaking you for a father, that’s for sure.” Addie replied with a smile.

“Wow, kindergarten!” Harold Jr. exclaimed. “What was that like, Big Brother?”

Robert smiled. “From what I remember…”

...

 Kindergarten was quite an exciting time. I loved learning, especially how to read! The teacher stood at the blackboard, writing letters and taking us through the alphabet. Seeing all of them together as we sang the ABCs was so much fun! It was so rewarding to finally be able to write those words myself.

The best time, however, was lunch. Many kids went home, including me. I still remember how good Mother’s ham and turkey sandwiches tasted. Afterwards, I’d help Mother clean up or play outside… especially with my friends!

“Come out, Bob!” one of my pals called.

I looked at Mother, who smiled and said, “Go out and play.”

I handed the plate to her before running outside. We went to an area with lots of trees and bushes.

“We’ll hide and you seek!” the second friend said.

I smiled. “Sure!”

But once the four boys ran off, my smile melted into a sigh. I was always the seeker. It was really the only thing I could do. Hiding wasn’t much fun when I was the size of an adult! Hide and seek was one of those things that made me wish I was regular-sized.

But there was an advantage, too…

“Ready or not, here I come!” I called.

I searched the area, looking over bushes with ease. My friends would have to jump to get even a peek! I found one of my pals there. It didn’t take me long to find the others.

“That was fun!” the last friend said after he was found. “Let’s do something else,” I said. “Like leapfrog!”

That was always a great game to play! Six years later, I could just walk over someone, but back then, I was still able to jump. I giggled as I jumped over one of my friends. It was fun to pretend to be a frog! When the next kid was ready, I ran at him, nearly knocking him down when I tried to jump!

“Oops!” I exclaimed. “Didn’t mean to hurt ya.” “It’s okay, Bob,” he said. “Frogs do that all the time, I bet!”

When the lunch hour was over, we’d run back to school. The best part of playtime was running. How fast and free I felt! I really wish I could still run, so I cherish that especially.

At the end of the day, when lessons were over at last, my friends and I would go to the houses on the edge of town. One of the boys lived there. We could see the oil refinery in the distance, with its big metal smokestacks and gray buildings. Sure, it looked a bit scary, but it was great fun pretending to be oil men. All our dads worked at the refinery, so we used terms we learned from them.

“Let’s get this barrel loaded up!” I hollered, carrying sticks and leaves.

“Ah, Shell will be pleased!” a friend declared.

Two boys pretended to struggle carrying a heavy barrel filled with oil. We laughed as they set the sticks and leaves in a wagon. Then we all rolled it across the street to the imaginary gas station.

“Thank you, boys!” another friend said. “Our cars will be delighted to finally have some fuel!”

Other days, I preferred to spend it at home. Helen would watch me from the porch, clapping in delight as I rolled down the sidewalk.

“Go, brother!” she called.

I waved at her as I rolled along. Then I heard a door open. Across the street, a girl was looking at me in shock.

“Mama! A man’s riding a wagon!” she called. “Yes, I’m serious! It’s a real, live man!”

I frowned. I wasn’t a man, I was a boy! But before I could tell her that, she ran into the house. When she came back, her mom was with her. They were staring at me, a rarity in a small town like Roxana. (Must’ve been new!)

“Hey!” Helen yelled at them. “That’s my brother! He’s a kid like me. Meanies!”

She stuck her tongue out.

“Oh my!” the girl’s mother exclaimed.

She took her daughter inside. But just before the door was closed, the girl looked back at me. Her face had changed. She was no longer shocked… but intrigued. I knew she’d never mix me up again!

And wouldn’t you know it, she wanted to play with my pals and I the next day! Although people could often be quick to judge, they always treated me with kindness. That’s definitely what I remember most about my days in Roxana!

...

 Robert chuckled. “Yes, being five was a great time for me.”

“Indeed it was,” Addie agreed, sighing as she added, “Sometimes I yearn for those mostly simple days,” She smiled. “But being here is just what I love.”

Harold Jr. smiled back. “I hope I have that much fun when I’m five!” Robert tucked his baby brother in. “Oh, I know you will. This is just the beginning of your great childhood times!”

[maestro04yayyy]

Master of destruction au chapter 2, plagg-sensei

Later that night adrien laid awake on his bad pondering what he should now to demonstrate his worthynes to his partner.

"Hey plagg, do you think that if i yell really loudly, i could achieve a second transformation like in animes?"

Plagg stared at his holder while eating his beloved cheese.

"No, kit, you got only one, besides why would you want a second transformation?"

At that moment adrien had an idea, an amazing idea!

"Plagg i want to become stronger! To be really worthy of your miraculous, you think you can help with that?"

Plagg looked at his kit fondly before flying away to get more cheese to avoid adrien noticing while yelling his answer

"You are already the best holder i ever had, your predecessor would lock me away all the time and give me so little food, but if you want i can help you with what little i remember from those assholes"

"Language! But yes please tell me evrything"

Plagg finally returned with a little mountain of chesse and staryed his first lesson.

"So you already know I am the manifestation of destruction right?"

Adrien nodded.

"But maybe you don't know my influence touch more than just that, my previous holder all had a concept more suited for them and that used best, that concept would be their main power"

Adrien raised his hand.

"Kit, you aren't at school, just ask"

"Oh yes, isn't cataclysm the main power of your miraculous?"

"Usually yes, that's the most common power holder receive from me, especially if they are untrained or young, it's like the default setting of a phone, but maturing or training an holder can unlock the power given from my ohlther concept and the more your affinity with the concept is high the more powerful it is"

Adrien nods his head while writing everything down.

"So what are thise other concept plag"

"They are quite a lot actually, so much that I forgot some of them, I am bad luck, darkness, fear, death, intimidation, oppression, despair, sadness, grives, the past, anger, corruption, negativity and a bunch of other stuff, probably a few concept were invented while the order was destroyed that I don't know about and could still embody them."

"Wow they sure are....not positive concept" adrien says while looking at the ground.

"Yes and no" plagg said

Thay brought from the blonde a confused look.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that those things are negative often, but also necessary for life to flourish and evolve, and some of those things are important for the happines of people.

Me and tikki are the ying and yang remember? Opposites, I am the bad while she is the good but there is always some good in the bad and some bad in the good"

That made adrien smile.

"I nevee thought about it like that, you are a wonderful teacher plagg!"

That made plagg smile too

"Of course I am, who do you think I am? A genie?" The kwami said while puffing out their chest.

"So plagg, you know which xoncpet has the higher affinity with me?"

Plagg took a moment to think and look at his holder, both inside and out.

"Mmm, kit you are quite peculiar, you have a good affinity with all my concept or most of them, you are particulary good with destruction but the one with the best affinity is darknes"

[sketchybusiness4130]

Fnaf & Fallout au

You are [y/n], the year is now 2085. It has been just over 7 years since you last saw another human being. the reason why? nuclear armageddon. Your father wasn't home the day the bombs fell, out on business. He was the ceo of Fazbear Entertainment after all, one of the mega corporations that practically owned the US. He did not do much work to get such a business up and off the ground, having inherited it after the original two owners died. That story is quite a long one and would be best saved for another time, for now let's get back to the present.

 Due to your father never making it into the vault, your family’s Helpy bot reported him missing. Not that the report manages to go much of anywhere but its the thought that matters in this case. So the next 7 years go by within the vault with only you, two staff bots meant to handle chores and Helpy who acts as a teacher and close friend/caretaker. It doesn't take long before you're restless and wanting to leave but without either an all clear sign from the outside or permission from a Fazco higher up you can not. This is unfortunately due to Helply, who was left in charge of all the technology within your shelter. because you were 16 at the time you were never granted access to be able to override his command, which if you got down to it were merely the commands programmed into him by Fazco. Not really his fault unless you both can find a work around. Luckily you do.

After 7 years have passed, the missing person report made on your father way back when your family bunker’s door shut can now be officially closed and your father declared dead. Paperwork set up before the war stated that if your father were to pass away the company would be passed on to you, so now finally Helpy is able to officially recognize you as a higher up and bypass practically all programmed commands if you give the word

Now on new year's day, 7 years and 2 months after the world ended you are finally stepping out and into the wasteland. You shut down the two staff bots with a bittersweet goodbye to them both. Their wheels would not be able to traverse the landscape you know you're going to have to climb over and so they must be left behind. You hope to one day come back for them but in the meantime you four decided it would be best for them to sleep than be stuck listless with nothing to fix or clean and no one other than each other. Helpy is small enough to either sit within your backpack or just ride on your shoulders.

During the years leading up to your planned escape day, Helpy did all he could to help prepare you through guided lessons on everything Fazco had saved into his databases. Basic first aid, cooking and cleaning, how to code(the Fazbear way) plans and blueprints of Fazco properties and animatronics, Repair work and programming ect ect ect. The game plan for once the two of you are able to leave is to head to the closest Fazbear property, The Pizzaplex.

If luck is on your side, the Plex should theoretically be untouched. The Plex had few entrances, all of which were left locked up tight when no humans were supposed to be there. Before that fateful day the building had been in the middle of renovations and repairs after a peculiar incident several months prior. It was a Saturday that day so the work crew would have off for the weekend and the building left empty. The perfect place to set up shop and if you’re able to get down to parts and service there is a good chance that you could get some of the old animatronics up and running. Though you have no idea if any of them are stable enough to be powered back on. Most were damaged drastically during the night of the incident, and with the plex getting left alone for a few months before repair crews were finally sent in, the few that may have been fine at first must have gained some damage.

Either way you’ll find out when you get there, it's time to head out.

Anyway, welcome to my take on a Fnaf Fallout Au! More posts will come and please free feel to send in questions

To put this au in shorter words, this is a y/n centric story where you repair and fix up both the plex and the bots within, along with trips out and into the wasteland for materials and supplies. You eventually head out on trips to other Fazbear properties across the us and find more surviving animatronics, some friendly others not. All the while you are impersonating your father, the CEO of Fazbear Entertainment, to bypass some of the stricter programming that still holds true for most of these bots. For those who have gained sentience or as you later discover are haunted, you do your best to convince them to travel out to the plex. Not long after your first trip out of your bunker you end up falling into a pit full to the brim of rads, this ends up turning you into a ghoul. It also changes your voice into almost an exact replica of your fathers(he was a heavy smoker) and thus making it possible to successively impersonate him. Helpys missing persons report never managed to reach any servers and thus the mantle of ceo wasn't officially passed on to you in the eyes of all other Fazco systems. While this solves some problems it also creates others...