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theysaidhush · 11 months ago

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Chapter 1: Animal Farm

Pairing: Stray Kids x 9th member!OFC

Warnings:

I'll say this only once, this is the only warning you'll get. Future chapters will contain lot of smut (eventually) angst and fluff. Heavy topics will be discussed (idol life y'know) but I don't wanna spoil it. This story isn't for sensitive person? I don't know how to put it. Just don't read if you think you'll feel uncomfortable!

This is a x OC but will be tagged as a x Reader. I find it difficult to write properly about a character while worrying about making it inclusive and fitting my story. I don't really care about her name or physical apparence though so if you have any suggestion I'm up for it.

No pressure chill under the trees. Updates will not be regular as this story is solely for my entertainment and whenever I feel like writing it. Means that I'll keep on posting even if I don't have any feedbacks but also means that chapter lengths will vary to very short to more words. You can have many chapters the same day, depends on my life, but I don't really like short chapter so ill do my best.

"I am not being a pain in the ass."

"Yes you are."

"You kinda are."

Minho sent a chilling glance to the boy who was curled up next to him on the living room's couch. It was enough for Jisung to shudder. But the topic was serious, he wasn't about to change his opinion just because his hyung was giving him that look.

"No seriously, you really are."

"Okay."

Minho smiled and kept on doing what he was doing on his phone, ignoring everyone's stare - Jisung's stare particularly. The younger boy was looking intently at him, he was waiting for something, something he was sure his hyung would do. And he did. Like three minutes after. He blew through his nose, still looking at his screen.

"Ah! I knew it!"

"I really don't understand what's the problem. Has she done anything to upset you? We can talk it out like adults."

The couple on the couch looked up from each other and Minho stared at Chan intently yet silently. The leader couldn't really tell what was on the dancer's mind, and it was upsetting him to no extent. Any other day he would have brushed it off as Minho being Minho. The latter was a great friend, he almost considered him his brother, despite not knowing on the tip of his fingers the boy's small quirks and habits. It was a Jisung thing. But now, more than never, he wished he could know him a bit more, he wished for the other boy to let him in.

"I don't want to talk it out with you."

"Minho..."

Jisung's hush whispers was not a warning, yet, it felt like one. He was not scolding his Hyung, he was just trying to appease the tension. Chan's face was contorted in what people would consider anger, but Jisung knew better. He was frustrated.

"This is about the whole group, not just me. I didn’t come to you as a friend, Minho, I'm here as a leader."

And it might have not been the right thing to say. Because Minho frowned, and retreated into silence.

"What a mess." was Jisung's thoughts, his eyes drifting toward his leader’s, whose head was turned toward a silhouette standing in the hallway.

"No. You can't do this to us."

"You don't have a choice."

"We do! It's my group, our group, we've worked so hard to reach our goals and create the music that will fit us!"

Chan did not know what was more upsetting at the moment; the fact that he was having this conversation while he was sleep deprived - he would blame himself for that latter, saying that it was the reason he couldn't plead their case better - or the fact that he was even having this conversation.

"They've let you do your things, you know that Chan."

"No, they gave up on us, so we had to fight our way to the top! That's what happened."

The word 'top' was a far too big word for Chan, but one he had to use nonetheless to prove his case. They were enough. They were just fine.

"They..." his manager sighed and pinched his nose. The situation was getting out of hands and even he could not do a thing about it. But at the the end of the day, his job was on the line, and he had a family to feed. "They threatened to disband the group if you don't agree to the term."

"Just fine by then! We'll go elsewhere and keep on doing music together."

"You don't understand Chan, think it through! This is not a GOT7 type of situation, they'll take Stray Kids' name, your music, your brand and all that you've accomplished by yourself, and if you do try to prosecute them you'll lose. I've read the contracts, everyone's contract. You can't refuse."

"I can't - " Chan laughed and sat on his chair, running his hands on his face. "This is disgusting and despicable."

"I know, Chan, I'm sorry."

"They just want to make publicity, it'll bury us."

"I know..."

It was a one in a life time opportunity, the young woman really and truly understood that. She was considered too old to even sit in that room, she was told countless times. Yet, it did not change the fact that she was sitting in that room. The room where all important decisions were made.

She felt uncomfortable, growing uneasy, fighting the urge to scratch her skin off - one bad old habit. Her choices, her decisions; all of those were flashing in her mind like a broken tape, image and pictures of the times she spent practicing to be here - not that much, if you ask her.

Those people stare - those important people's stare was making her fidget in her sit, avoid eye contact. Were they testing her? Waiting for a particular reaction, the one which could get her out of here in a matter of seconds? The room was feeling too warm, she will sweat buckets if she doesn't go out. Right now.

"There you go. Miss?"

They did not even knew her name. It was a bit disappointing, but then again, she was just another someone wandering between those halls, wasn't she?

"Athéna."

"A- Axina..?"

"More like, Ah-thé-nah." she corrected their pronunciation with a soft voice, continuing, "You can google it."

But their glare was enough for her to shut her mouth and look at the ceiling. It was a fool idea to correct them, they were older, knew much more things than her. It was a little unnerving, this whole elder situation was a lot to get accustomed to in South Korea.

"Axina. Have you read the terms and condition of the contract?"

"I have."

"Any reclamation?"

She wanted to laugh at their face, but she couldn't. She did not had it in her to do that. So she nodded, pretending to be genuinely interested by their answer, even if she quite knew what they would say.

"Regarding the whole part of you managing my...image. I'd like to know if it concerns my hair too?"

"Yes, obviously. And your weight too."

Freezing cold in her bones. Was it because the window was opened? Or was it their stares? It was chilling nonetheless. It was sending her back into a period of her life where she had looked at her reflection days and nights to get a glimpse of her ribs and be satisfied with the view.

"Oh."

"You'll have to work on your Korean too, your pronunciation isn't that good."

"What are you?" another one asked, shifting through the page of the contract she had signed.

What she was. Not who. Not her nationality. But what.

"I'm French, mister."

"Great, it'll help with publicity oversea. Are you fluent in English?"

Why was she having this discussion with them?Wasn't she supposed to talk to the manager and the team helping Stray Kids? Why was she sitting in front of JYP's shareholder.

"I'm almost fluent. I've learned while traveling."

"What a shame. If she was prettier we could have scored partnerships with French luxury brands such as Dior or Channel."

"She'll be perfect for the role that will be given to her."

"I guess so."

"We're done with you."

Was it an animal farm? She never felt that disturbed by a conversation in her whole life. She shuddered, getting up from her sit as she grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt to pull on the lose strands. She couldn't help herself but rock back and forth on her feet - another bad habit of her that some even called weird.

"And stop doing that it's weird."

Chapter 2

#stray kids fanfic #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #poly!stray kids #stray kids angst #swan dive and she met the stars #idk how to tag this

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merryfortune · 1 month ago

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feeling bloody sick

Written for the Rarest of Rare Pairs Fic-A-Thon Amnesty Era

Prompt: Fire Emblem Fates: Beruka/Camilla/Selena - One falling sick and being taken care of by the other two

Title: feeling bloody sick

Ship: Beruka/Camilla/Selena

Fandom: Fire Emblem Fates

Word Count: 1,898

Rating: T

Warning: Choose Not to Warn

Tags: Mid-Canon, Polyamory, Menstruation, Teasing, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Beruka did not get sick.

Sickness and whatever caused it were rightfully scared of Beruka, like everyone else ought to be as well, and that was why Beruka did not get sick.

Of course, having a sound mind helped. She didn’t do foolish things like not washing her hands properly or standing too long out in the rain. And yet, despite continuing on as she always had with this point of pride somewhere over her shoulder, she had finally done it.

She had gotten sick.

And the symptoms were nothing less than baffling.

She was hot and cold. She was sweaty and clammy. She felt as though she had been stabbed through the gut and all she wanted to do was curl up and die in some little hole with a blanket over her. She was so ill that if she tried to sleep, she couldn’t because the pain was distracting but she was so tired, too. She could fall asleep at any second but the call of the void blared within.

What had happened to her? Beruka analysed her past few days for what might have gone wrong but nothing came to mind. She hadn’t interacted with anyone sick nor eaten anything foul. It had come out of nowhere and affected her and her alone.

“Selena… please…” Beruka murmured, curled over on her bed. “I… I think its my time. I trust you and Camilla to do it quickly.”

Camilla laughed at the dramatics. This whatever it was Beruka was afflicted with was bringing out a totally new side of her and it was kind of adorable.

“You just need to drink more water.” Selena insisted.

“Noooo, that makes me want to pee.” Beruka whined then huffed.

“You need to go, don’t you?” Selena asked, reading through the lines.

Beruka nodded shyly.

Selena sighed. “I’ll help.”

Good thing, too, Beruka was wobbly as she crawled out of bed and almost hit the floor once she was on two feet. Selena supported her and Camilla opened the door to the ensuite.

They gave Beruka some privacy and waited.

Then.

She screamed.

“Camilla! There is blood!” Beruka howled. Suddenly full of life and panic, just like the death rattle of a dying animal, really. “There is blood in my urine!”

Camilla and Selena, on the other side of the door, exchanged a look. Part of it surprised, part of it amused. Either way, tinged with concern.

Beruka hobbled over and banged on the door. She was let out as her unflappable expression was anything but.

“There is blood. In my urine.” Beruka reiterated with distress.

“Oh, sweetie…” Camilla cooed.

“Are you… on your period?” Selena asked with her face scrunched up.

“My period?” Beruka echoed back like an owl. “I’ve never had my period in my life. I-I’ve always assumed I was barren.”

Camilla hummed thoughtfully, “Or maybe, you’re just a late bloomer.”

“A very late bloomer.” Selena repeated but with a more dubious tone.

“You had a hard life before becoming my retainer. Food wasn’t always on the table, you slept in tents and slums. To say nothing of the work that you were doing… Perhaps that delayed your periods until now.” Camilla theorised then laughed. “It’s kind of sweet to know that you feel so subconsciously safe with us, actually.”

Beruka paled, puzzled.

“That could be true, actually.” Selena agreed as she folded her arms. “My periods were spotty when I was twelve, and that’s normal since that’s when I first got them but, um, when that big disaster happened when I was around seventeen-eighteen, they all but dried up. Only resuming after we had recovered.”

“I see.” Beruka chewed on the anecdotal data with much consideration. Her brows furrowed and she put her hand to her chin.

“Come on, dear,” Camilla sighed with a small smile, “let’s not worry about it too much just yet. Let’s get you back to bed, let you rest up some more. Here, Selena and I will go and fetch some creature comforts for you. A hot water bottle, maybe some chocolate.”

“Yeah.” Selena agreed.

Beruka’s expression turned foul. Her? Get taken care of by her mistress and her fellow retainer? The idea of it made her stomach turn- oh, no, actually that was probably her period. How mortifying either way, however, and becoming the ultimate proof that they were right. She needed to go back to bed and rest up.

“Allow us.” Selena said with grabby gestures of her hands.

“Fine.” Beruka said through gritted teeth.

It was disgraceful but she allowed herself to be manhandled by Selena, and Camilla too. They helped her back to bed but having a name - or revelation - to her ailment made it more manageable somehow. She felt more awake and alert than before, when she had been begging for a mercy kill over it.

How embarrassing. Now Beruka was hiding under the covers for all new reasons. She knew she still wasn’t going to get to sleep a wink but orders were orders. As indulgent as they were. So, she laid down and rugged up, blanket to her chin as she stared across the room to the doorframe where Camilla and Selena stood.

“We’ll be back soon, sweetheart.” Camilla bade her.

“Understood.” Beruka croaked.

They closed the door behind themselves and the wait was crushing. The dull stillness of the room numbed Beruka’s mind with boredom. All she had to focus on was that thrum of the stomach cramps which had yet to recede. She tried different positions to alleviate the hurt but all of them violated her conventional wisdom of how to deal with an injury. The more bunched up she was, the better she felt.

She closed her eyes. Slowed her breathing. That helped somewhat as time passed at a glacial speed. The headache that had been lurking eased up at that and yet… Curiously returned when her ears pricked on the sound of footsteps: the paradoxically delicate clunk of armour and the stamping of a petty child in leather. No guesses as to who when the door to her room opened again.

“We’re baaaack.” Camilla sung out.

“And we have chocolate.” Selena cheered smugly.

“Gee, thanks.” Beruka rolled her eyes.

They returned to her bedside with an entire basket of goodies. A cursory glance through the contents that weren’t obscured by Camilla or the cane weaving of it, Beruka saw the chocolate and hot water bottle she had been promised. As well as sanitary napkins and some spare pairs of underwear.

“We spoke with one of the physicians and they raised some alarm. The pain you seem to be in isn’t normal…” Camilla lamented as she sat down next to Beruka on her bed. “But they also said, it might just be because it's your first, hard to say without more of a known pattern.”

Beruka groaned. She had decades of this to “look forward” to and that alone tortured her half as much as her damned by the gods, good for nothing uterus. Awful, just awful. She clutched her belly and raked her fingers through the flesh until it hurt good.

“In the meantime, let’s get some pain killers into you.” Selena said.

“Thank you…” Beruka said.

She swallowed more than just her stoic pride on that one. She uncurled and wriggled up, allowed herself to be doted on by her partners. Beruka drank water with a mix of herbal powders. The taste was bitter but she was the last person to complain about that. Though, the fact that a cube of chocolate was offered next helped the medicine to go down.

Camilla took far too much relish in getting the opportunity to personally hand feed Beruka. Beruka saw what she was like with her siblings, she would be needlessly cruel to deny Camilla her affectionate nature at a moment like this.

“I hope you feel better soon.” Camilla said.

Beruka exhaled through her nose and settled into her bed. She was now flanked - or more gently, spooned - by both Camilla and Selena. Her mistress to her right and her fellow retainer to her left. The increase in shared body temperature was going to make Beruka melt with the excess of pampering didn’t first.

Camilla caressed Beruka’s face, wiped sweat off with her axe-calloused fingertips. She smiled and played with Beruka’s hair. Beruka went around in circles in her mind between hating it and loving it. She thought she had long since calcified any need for this sort of thing but Camilla was her greatest weakness: hence why she needed to be protected. Ugh, it just made Beruka want to get better soon yet there were more days of this until normalcy resumed for a moon’s cycle.

“Is there anything else we can do?” Camilla asked.

“No, all my needs are accounted for.” Beruka replied.

“But if I had to guess,” Selena teased and poked out her tongue, “you are probably worried with how we’ll go with you taking a back seat to your duties, correct?”

“Correct.” Beruka confirmed.

“Don’t worry, I’m more than capable of picking up the slack.” bragged said and her hands snaked downwards, she took Beruka’s hand and started playing a game on them akin to ‘this little piggy’, “You concentrate on getting better. We’ll concentrate on everything else.”

“Heh. Thank you.” Beruka said.

“Never change, Selena.” Camilla laughed at the attempt of rivalry.

All three of them knew the bond that united them was nothing quite so tumultuous but old habits broke hard. Still, Beruka appeared somewhat assuaged by that. She sank back into her bed, closed her eyes, and her expression changed: became as serene as it could be for someone like her.

Beruka exhaled slowly and she drifted off slightly. Perhaps even dozed. Her head lolled to the side.

“I think it's time for us to take our leave, Lady Camilla.” Selena whispered.

“Me, too, Selena.” Camilla whispered.

The two women were careful to dislodge from Beruka’s side so as to not disturb her. Though, her head nodded further to her left than before.

Camilla leaned in and pecked Beruka’s temple. Beruka’s lips twitched. Camilla reared back and Selena did the same.

“Thank you…” Beruka murmured.

“Eeek!” Selena squealed.

She bolted straight back. Her back straightened and the last hair on her head raised as her eyes went wide. Her arms turned to iron bars in front of her chest in having been ambushed like that - and by Beruka saying something nice, even! How dare.

All whilst, outwardly, Beruka looked fast asleep.

“What…?” Beruka sleep-talked. “You… you think I don’t… sleep with one eye open?” She yawned.

“Get proper rest, Beruka.” Camilla told her. “And when you do feel better, don’t forget to clean up with what we gave you.”

“Will do…” Beruka snored.

Selena eased up and she put her hand on her hip. Camilla gave her a gesture and she nodded. She extinguished the candle nearby and that helped the room to darken despite the hour of the day. She also drew the curtains tighter for Beruka’s benefit as Beruka yes, still heard all these things.

The swish of the fabric, the taps of footwear on the wooden boards but still. She appreciated it deeply in her hour of need and moment of weakness. Though by now, the medicine was kicking in by now but ultimately, she still felt bloody sick.

#rarest of rare pairs ficathon #femslash #fire emblem #fire emblem fates #fef #berucamiselena #beruka (fire emblem)#camilla (fire emblem)#selena (fire emblem)#writing tag #feeling bloody sick #guess who is riding the crimson wave

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violet-mince · 8 months ago

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❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒: Roscoe (real name) + Violet (super silly online alter ego). She doesn't like being called by her real name on the internet, so that's VIOLET to you

❖ ❖ ❖ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: she/her + it/its

❖ ❖ 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐓: Toontown ◆ Crispin Glover ◆ Hal9000 ◆ that stupid fucking movie Longlegs im so embarassed i love him so much ◆ Thomas Dolby

❖ ❖ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒: English and French. Learning Italian and Hindi

❖ ❖ ❖ 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘: October 2nd

❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄!: ENFP, 7w8, Libra

AND IF YOU REALLY LOVED ME, YOU'D LOOK UNDER THE CUT...

Violet's an artist who loves bugs, clowns, car crashes, old videogames, old movies, and men with big noses. Has maximalist tendencies. Wants to set up commissions one day. Getting into making fursuits

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: High Rise

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: Thomas Dolby: Live Wireless (1983)

🎨 #drawrings ➤➤ My Art

💭 #stinkythinker ➤➤ Right off the dome

💚 #humminahummina ➤➤ my babygirls

there's gonna be more but i just haven't really posted/reblogged enough

[[NOTE]] i haven’t gotten around to actually properly tagging my older posts like this

multifandom. I reblog what I like, and what i like is all over the place. If you followed me for that one thing forever ago, we're um... diversifying boo🤠🤠

⚠️Be so warned I may mention/reblog the following:⚠️

Bugs (only the cute ones), general nsfw, medical stuff, drugs (only the cute ones), and body horror. All this stuff I talk about pretty passively, but ill of course tag it im not an animal

#pinned intro #this was originally my art blog but whatever

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wabatle · 4 months ago

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I CANT DECIDED WHETHER I WANT OBEY ME OR BLUE LOCK </333 ILL GO WITH OBEY ME(if you have time I wouldn’t mind both though 👁️👁️)

my gender/pronouns is female and she/her

I want to be matched up with a male bc terrible house hold lowkey gave me internalized homophobia towards myself…😶

Im HEAVILY autistic and have adhd(also terrible anxiety-), I can go from being insanely energetic and needing to be constantly moving and doing something to being so tired and exhausted I don’t wanna move a muscle(even if I’ve done nothing) my special interest is sharks and I literally never stfu about them(everyone hates me/j) I’m pretty damn good at reading people/guessing what their feeling from body language. I personally think I’m a pretty kind and friendly person(though I can, and do, have terrible mood swings at times)

Hobbies would be gaming, doing my makeup and honestly just zoning tf out.

Things that make me feel negative are very hot days, tight clothing, huge crowds(tight together, I can handle them if their spread)and certain sensory things that make me wanna puke 😭

Things that make me feel positive are being around people(that I know), getting to know people, playing with my piercings(my snake bites mainly, I always chew on them…) and animals :)

My love language(giving) is def physical affection and quality time, my preferred love language would probably be acts of service(sometimes I just shut down and can’t properly do anything for an entire day if not more) and physical affection

I don’t have any I don’t wanna be watched up with(admittedly while playing obey me I have everyone at an even level of affection because I can’t choose </3)

This is rlly long so you don’t have to attach my ask, but since I’m sending it anonymously you can just ‘tag’ me as 🦈(I lowkey always check your acc for updates so I’ll see it even without being directly tagged </3

𓆩⚝𓆪 —🦈 Anon ( @8-xnny )'s Blue Lock and Obey Me! matchup~!

𓆩⚝𓆪 — A/N: Ngl tysm for asking for a matchup about my two favorite obsessions rn... Thank you for feeding me anon 🙏

𓆩⚝𓆪 — I think your Blue Lock soulmate is...

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Kurona Ranze!

Did I give you Kurona just because you both like sharks?

...

Yes. Yes I did LMAO

You both have so much matching shark stuff <3, like matching keychains, stuffed animals, all that kind of things

You go on aquarium dates often as well, because usually they aren't too packed

Kurona also doesn't really mind your affection and often returns it. Don't worry about being too tired to do something, as Kurona would take it over for you easily.

I hope you appreciate gift giving... Because like I mentioned before, he gets you so much matching shark stuff.

He doesn't mind relaxing inside in the AC on a hot day, as long as he's with you.

𓆩⚝𓆪 — I think your Obey Me! soulmate is...

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Mammon!

It's been talked about before, but he really goes along with whatever ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It's too hot outside? You stay inside and do whatever

Too many people in this one store? You go to a different one

He'll gladly return your physical affection as long as you're at home in private

Hiding behind insisting for a payment, he actually loves doing things for you because he feels needed

He matches whatever energy you currently have. Bouncing off the walls? He is too. Laying in bed not moving? He's next to you.

He likes to game with you as well, as he's happy as long as you're spending time together <3

I'm sorry it was so short, but I hope you enjoyed!

#no tags because this is a matchup meant for the requester!

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strawhatsweets · 3 years ago

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meeting dilf kirishima

pro hero! Kirishima x fem! teacher! reader

cw: oh god fluff, mentions of divorce, domestic thoughts, not proofread

this is the start of a whole mha dilf series- check that out here!

come to my asks to be a part of my taglist! just let me know what kinds of fics/ what fandom/ what characters/ etc you want to be tagged in!

Requests are open!!

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Working in a day care for pro heroes is definitely interesting. Especially when things would change- which was surprisingly not often. But it did happen every now and then. Like when pro hero Red Riot brought his daughter in for the first time. It was typically the small girl's mom bringing her in.

"Daddy! Look look- this is where I put my backpack!" A small voice caught your attention as some of the kids came through the door.

Turning around you saw one of your favorite kids dragging a tall, muscular man with her little hand to the cubbies. "See I have a sticker of your red R!" She pointed up above her cubby to show him her arrangement of stickers. Each child was given free reign to choose how to decorate a piece of paper to put above their cubby and that was how she did hers- countless animal, rainbow, and Red Riot stickers.

"Thats really neat, princess! Is that a sticker of uncle Bakugou?" He laughed.

"Yeah! 's a 'splosion!" The small girl turned around and noticed your presence. "Hi!! Daddy daddy- this is miss Y/n!" She tugged his hand to bring him where you stood, his figure towering over yours.

"Hi, miss Y/n. Im Kirishima." He held his hand out for you to shake, which you took with a smile.

"Its nice to meet you Red Riot." You giggled, making him blush. "Kirishima, sorry."

"No problem." He held your hand after shaking it, looking you up and down- unaware that it was noticable.

"Miss Y/n, can I pick the book today please please please? Lucas did yesterday and its my turn." The small girl asked, pulling on your shirt.

"Of course Sadie! Go pick one out and let miss Pane know youre here okay?" You offered, looking back to Kirishima as he finally dropped your hand.

"Okay! Bye daddy Ill see you later!" She looked up to Kirishima, hugging his legs. He bent down and hugged her properly, not used to saying goodbye to his sweet daughter in this setting.

"Have a good day princess. Love you!" He said, standing up from the hug as she ran off to her friends and other teacher, shouting a "love you too!" behind her.

"Shes so... full of energy." Kirishima laughed.

"Oh she always is! Ball of light that one." You folded your arms, curiosity getting the best of you. "Is everything okay?"

"What?" He was caught off guard by the sudden question, eyes falling back onto you.

"I mean like- I dont want to be nosy. You can tell me to mind my business. Its just, usually her mom drops her off? Just wanna make sure everything is okay." You had a genuine feeling of concern, wanting your class of kids to have good home lives as well as good lives in the classroom.

"Oh. Yeah uh- I mean we've been uh. Jeez." He signed, not having realized he would be discussing this so early in the morning.

"Oh- if its something personal you dont have to-" You rushed out, waving your hands in front of you a little embarassed.

"No! No youre fine! Its nothing- Sadie's mom and I split up a few months ago and she had been the one to bring her every day. I get the shock of the sudden change- just. She just left the city- like moved. Few hours out. New boyfriend. So I'm gonna be dropping her off and picking her up from now on." He rushed out.

"Oh! God I am so sorry for asking-"

"No its okay I mean you take care of my baby girl all day and... we've never met." He scratched the back of his neck, feeling guilty.

"Its okay! This is a room full of hero's kids I totally understand. You're busy keeping us all safe- gosh especially you!" You beamed, trying to be as discreet as possible about having your favorite hero in front of you.

When you started working in the room for hero's kids, you thought youd be seeing heroes all the time. But it was mainly nannies and other family members dropping them off. It was understandable- its a nonstop job. But it made seeing their parents that much more special.

"Oh- thank you! I mean I do what I can- oh by the way... Um how does- this sounds awful. How does picking her up work? I just have to let my agency know so I can be sure to get out of there by whatever time." He acted bashful, but the implied praise from your lips made him go beet red.

"Oh- well pick up time is technically 3:30 but kids usually end up staying in this room a little late. At least 2 or 3 each day." You informed him.

"Oh! Yeah okay no I can be out by then." He made sense of his new schedule in his head, determined to be the best dad he could be right now.

"No problem, I just ask if you'll be late to shoot me a text if you can! Just so I have a head count!"

"Yeah! Oh- well whats your number?" He asked, pulling his phone out and opening a blank contact.

You entered your number in and labeled it "Miss Y/n" with a giggle.

"Alright I'll totally let you know if anything comes up. Thank you so much, Miss Y/n." He chuckles lightly.

"Of course!! Be safe out there, Red." You wave him off, the well wishes making his heart flutter.

He waved to his daughter one last time, not used to the feelings of "Oh my god im leaving my baby girl", his chest hurting a small amount.

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"And then he went BOOM!"

"NO HE DIDNT HE WENT LIKE- BANGGG!"

"He did not! BOOOM!"

The sound of children arguing over silly things filled Kirishimas ears as he walked up to the classroom where he left his daughter earlier that day.

"Okay boys, lets wind down okay? Its going home time!" Your voice rang in his ears, making him involuntarily smile. He was a little early- just wanting to be sure to be on time.

He stood in the doorway, watching as the kids gathered around you sitting on the floor in a circle. Everyone started clapping to a beat, some kids not quite hitting the beat on time but that was okay.

You began singing and the children all joined in gradually.

"Its time to end our day, its time to end our day. Its time to say a big hooray and then be on our way! Its time to end our day, its time to end our day. Its time to say a big hooray and then be on our way!"

Everyone clapped after the song ended, and Kirishima watched how Sadie gravitated to you as everyone stood up from the circle to get their back packs.

"Darren, Laniey! Your moms called and said they'll be a little late today, okay?" You asked 2 kids that were walking to their cubbies, making them turn around and cheer for extra play time, making you laugh lightly.

"Miss Y/n?" A small voice got your attention as a small hand reached up and tugged your lanyard.

"Yes Sadie?" You squatted down to her level, recognizing the look on her face. Kirishima recognized it too, but didn't want to move. He wanted to watch you handle it.

"Is- is mommy coming?" She asked, nervous. She always got nervous during transitioning periods when people were moving around a lot and she knew people were leaving. You were used to it- and figured it would happen today since it was a new routine of her dad getting her.

"No, actually, your dad told me hes coming today!" You said excitedly, trying to change the mood.

"He is? But.. he never does. Mommy does." She said, looking at the floor.

Kirishimas heart sank a little, not having realized how much his daughter wanted him around more.

"He is! He told me this morning and I bet he comes super super soon, Sade!" You took her hands and swung them lightly, letting her look up at you at her own pace, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"I hope he does. I know he saved people today- he does all the time. But I really want him to come get me sometimes. Did you know he gives me nightnight kisses on my head?" She asked, pointing to the center of her forehead. "He thinks I sleepin but I wake up when he comes in. Dont tell him!"

You and Kirishima both chuckled, his heart swooning at the sight of you with his daughter. Stepping past the doorway, he acted like he just arrived.

"Hey princess!" He said, Sadies head turning to him, her smile beaming.

"DADDY!!!" She let go of your hands, running to Kirishima and jumping in his arms. Standing up, you let out a sigh, loving when parents were so sweet to their children. It made you warm and fuzzy inside, the love radiating off of the two.

"You was right miss Y/n!" She shouted.

"I knew it!" You laughed, walking over to the two.

Setting his daughter down, Kirishima told her to get her bag, and she bolted off to the cubbies.

"Hey look at that! On time!" You praised him jokingly.

"I left earlier than I needed to- was nervous." He admitted quietly.

"Its impressive!" You laughed. "She did great today. She usually has a little problem with Jared and sharing with him but today she did super well. Let her know later that you're proud of her ok? And uh- oh! Her lunch. She didnt eat the grapes. She usually doesnt- her mom never really listened to me when I told her that and its always a waste. Oh! And her cup- the juice that was in it this morning was her favorite- I dont know what it was but she loved it." You rambled on, trying to give him insight into her day so he had something to work with.

"Oh wow. Uh thank you." You handed him her sheet of "What I Did Today" and smiled. "This is so nice- do you do these every day?"

"Yeah!" You beamed, proud of your own idea to have the sheets implemented.

"Thats awesome- thank you wow. So no grapes- oh and it was apple-cranberry!" He remembered, making a mental note to give it to her more often.

"She has good taste then!" You laughed.

"Daddy daddy look!" She held up a picture she colored in during the day, jumping up and down excitedly.

"Woah! Thats so pretty princess! Good job!!" He praised her, holding the picture up to see the colors she picked in a better light.

"I drawed it for you!" She beamed. Kirishima swore his heart was gonna burst.

It was a picture of a stick figure Red Riot saving the day, colorful confetti all around him. Hearts littered the page as well, and he realized his daughter really sees him as this hero for everyone. But he decided in his head at that moment that he wanted to be her hero most importantly. And he would be.

"Its so good, princess!" He praised the small girl as she beamed up at him. He could cry just seeing her little smile.

The way he looked at her with so much love made your own heart swell. All of the heroes were good parents, but being able to see Kirishima interact with one of your favorite students was so great. It made your whole body vibrate with happiness. It was so nice.

Knowing that someone that attractive is good with kids is just another reason to admire them. You had to admit, you always had a big crush on the tall red-haired hero. The way his sharp teeth always showed when he smiled in interviews, the way he was so selfless- helping anyone in sight. The way he would laugh in casual interviews about the most random questions the interviewers had. You definitely admired him - even more so now that youve felt his hand in yours, and heard his voice in person.

"Oh, miss y/n!" She started, tugging your sleeve. "Daddy's gonna bring me tomorrow too, okay?" She asked, not realizing she really didn't need to ask.

"Of course! I certainly hope to see your dad more often!" You said, hoping he understood the comment.

"You definitely will." He smiled, blushing slightly.

Kirishima had never seen a more gorgeous woman in his life- he was convinced. He would beat himself up forever for not meeting you sooner. The way your eyes shined, the pinks of your cheeks- and the way your outfit hugged your curves perfectly. Had he seen you on the street, he wouldve drooled. However, he met you in a better setting. He didn't know you great yet, but from what he saw today with you interacting with every child, gentle and sweet yet authoritative. The way his own daughter gravitated to you and smiled so genuinely at you. He would be stupid to say love at first sight, but man was he close.

"Mommy!" A small voice behind you rang, bringing your attention to Creati- or Yaoyorozu- coming into the room and lifting her son up.

"Hi baby!" She greeted him with sweet kisses all over his face. The young boy was always excited when his mom got him instead of his nanny. It was sweet.

"Oh- thats my cue! You guys have a good night, okay? Ill see ya tomorrow!" You waved Kirishima and Sadie off, hearing a goodbye from the both of them as they left and you approached Yaoyorozu with the run down of her son's day.

And that night, you and Kirishima couldnt get each other off your minds, domestic thoughts creeping in. And you both slept with smiles on your faces and excitement to see each other tomorrow.

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sw124 · 3 years ago

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Crossover scenario…

{Rainy is @rainy-nomad for those who need context}

Ok folks so…I was whittled down and I decided to both read and watch the anime Assassination Classroom and…I’m hooked, also Rainy [the one who got me into it] started doing a crossover with it and…I decided to do a small fic just to both entertain myself and those who enjoy my content. As all who read my work know both Rainy and I collaborated on a the AU name Jitterbug for her AU of Sun and Moon from Security Breach. Those who read my little stories know of my oc Clover for FNAF Security Breach, for those who don’t, check out my work here on tumblr.

Anyway on to the point, fans of Rainy’s work will note the new crossovers an Sun and Moon being Sensei Koro’s sons, inspired I then started thinking about Clover being among his children. I’ve already thought of so many scenarios and scenes that would be a hoot to write but this in one particular scene in question…… I just HAD TO WRITE AND SHARE!

An so you know I just started this series so I’m not familiar with most characters but thats why I got the manga, however I’m gonna work with only a small group of characters till I’m properly familiar with the series. Please bare with me and enjoy.

[Well….shall we get started?]

Classroom 3-E was strangely…quiet today, everyone could feel something was..wrong. Even the teacher seemed to be out of sorts, constantly turning to look out the window. Nagisa wasn’t sure what it was but…this feeling started three days ago, everyone in the main building had suddenly gotten violently sick. He turned to look at Sun and Moon…the two of them staring out the window just like their father.

“Hey…Nagisa….” He turned to Kayano, her expression giving away more then words could say…she knew something.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think…it’s true?”

‘It’ being the rumor of a strange plague going around, Kunugigaoka Junior High wasn’t the only place being affected by this strange sickness. Another school was hit as well and there were a few cases in some hospitals, the sickness mostly consisted of sever abdominal pain, violent vomiting/diarrhea that lead to dehydration if not monitored carefully, but it wasn’t deadly but the affects lasted a while.

However…something didn’t feel right about this so called ‘plague’ true it affected their school but the first school that got this sickness was far away and remote. On top of that only a few students got ill, the rest were all fine and they recovered in less then a few hours while everyone in their school continued to suffer. Not just students but teachers as well, classroom 3-E was the only class unaffected…

But thats not what really bothered him..not exactly, what bothered him was about two weeks ago a group of kids from the main building were talking about a a random cat that died saying it was ‘disposed’ of by someone…and of course Classe E was the one getting blamed. It was really disgusting to hear the rumors, everyone thinking they tortured the cat. From what he heard the cat just got hit by a car, it was old an slow. He knew this…cause he actually saw this cat periodically around the old building.

When he found the cat it had just gotten hit by a car…poor thing….saw it had a collar but no name tag, just a little charm on it. The charm itself didn’t look special, just a little four leaf clover shaped charm, something you’d find in a little bead set…an yet something about it felt…odd. Weird enough that when he gave the cat a proper burial he kept the charm and collar just in case he found the cats owner….that was also…when-

“Nagisa!” Kayano whispered harshly.

Nagisa jumped a little and turned to Kayano “The illness….no I-“

“What?!…You didn’t hear? Everyone’s saying the illness is being caused by a ghost roaming around the school!”

…What? This was new to him, now there was a ghost?

“Quit being stupid, that was started out of hysteria. Pretty sure it’s some kind of virius, just haven’t figured out what kind yet.” Growled Ryoma.

Nagisa looked back to the front of the class, Sensei Koro was still writing out some sentences while staring outside. There was something going on…but what?

Suddenly the school bell rang for lunch, Sensei Koro placed down one of the pieces of chalk and turned to his class.

“Lunchtime everyone! I’m gonna pop over to Tokyo for some spicy ramen, Sunny, Moony can you do me a favor. I’ll be back in a little bit, if you all need anything hit me up on my cellphone!” An like that he took off into the sky, going his usual Mach 20.

Sun and Moon reached into their bags pulling out an envelope labeled for them, the moment the envelopes came out…they disappeared. Having the same speed and efficiency as their father, the two of them walking calmly out of the classroom.

“What do you think was in the letters?” Pondered Kanzaki.

“Who knows…probably something about eating healthy but given neither of them looked embarrassed or annoyed…it’s safe to say that it probably has to do with whats going on in school.” Ms.Vitch was next to chime in.

Karasuma was on the phone with someone from the ministry of health, giving details on the conditions of some of the students.

The only one not really affected by what was going on was Karma, he seemed to be as calm as ever, heck he probably was enjoying the fact the teachers in the main part of the school were getting sick too and badly for that matter. But everyone agreed that no one could be safe from this, everyone was bringing hand sanitizer. Nevertheless everyone was eating their lunches, Moon and Sun came back after ten minutes…looking a little troubled.

“Hey, you guys ok?” Asked Kayano.

Neither of them answered, Karma turn and motioned everyone outside. Nagisa, Kayano, Kanzaki, Vitch and Karasuma followed while the rest of the class stayed. They gathered outside near the equipment shed, once there Karma sat down and started eating.

“So whats up?” Kanzaki opened his bento.

“Lets cut to the chase, we all know somethings going on in the main building and already its blaming us. I eves dropped on some students and already they plan to come up here and trash our building thinking we’re the cause of this strange illness. Their gonna do it in three days.” Smiled Karma taking a bite of fried chicken.

….Wait, he looked in his box, he didn’t pack fried chicken, he packed meatballs…he sat it aside, probably the Sensei’s doing.

“Your not gonna eat that, it looks delicious!” Said Kayano.

“…Not hungry, anyway like I said everyone in the main building is blaming us for this sickness. Problem is they got no proof, if we clear up whats going on maybe we can prevent them from getting up here and doing damage.”

“Why do they always blame us, seriously their paranoid.” Said Kanzaki.

“Never the less they’re probably serious on coming up here, the fact we’re not affected is what’s fueling their paranoia anyway. If some of us got sick with this so called ‘plague’ they’d still think we’re the cause.” Said Karasuma.

He continued. “Anyway we sent samples over to the ministry of health and it turns out that its not a virus, it’s some kind of spore.”

“Spore?” Everyone turned to him.

“Thats what our scientists are saying, its harmless but given its affects on the students it still needs to be dealt with quickly and quietly…though we need to know where to start.”

Irina suddenly thought of something and smirked. “I say we investigate the school itself, check the air systems and see if someone released anything in there. Keep it small though, too many of use will make things difficult.”

“Should we bring Koro-Sensei?” Asked Kayano.

“No…he seems preoccupied with something else, but we should tell him what we’re doing. Maybe bring Sun an Moon with us though.” Said Karasuma, it was a good idea he had to give Irina that.

[Skip to near midnight]

Nagisa, Kayano, Karasuma, Irina, Kanzaki, accompanied by Sun and Moon met at the back of the main building of the school. Everyone wearing masks, Sun and Moon wearing their own style of course.

“Thanks for helping us guys.” Kayano turned to Sun and gave him a little bow.

“Its no trouble, we’d like to see this clear up as soon as possible…” Sun gave a nervous little chuckle before turning to his brother…who didn’t say anything.

“Your dad ok with this?” Ask Irina.

“He’s….sorta occupied with something else right now, we told him we’re gonna help you guys but we didn’t really give details.” Said Sun.

“Alright enough talk, lets begin.” Said Karasuma.

Everyone laid out the plan, scout out the main places the spores could could be found, Sun and Moon would take the roof, Karasuma and Kayano would check the classrooms, Irina and Kanzaki would check the gym while Nagisa would check the kitchen.

Finding it proved to be no problem, the kitchen seemed clean but looks were very deceiving. He started looking around…suddenly regretting not grabbing a proper dinner at home. His stomach growled a bit but ignored it….thats when he twitched feeling. He looked down and in his hand was…a a bento wrapped in a green cloth.

Nagisa sighed and pulled out his walkie talkie.

“Hey Sun, I appreciate the thought but I don’t think its safe to eat something right now.”

There was a pause…then Moon responded. “What the heck are you talking about?”

“….I just had a bento dropped into my hand a moment ago, since your dad’s not here I assumed it was Sun…wait Moon did you-“

Moon cut him off. “No one brought food, if there’s spores it’d be too dangerous to do so.”

There was…a long pause before Nagisa looked down at his hand, he was about to say something when…he suddenly found the box was now sitting on the counter, unwrapped and a pair of chopsticks all set neat and tightly. There was even a freshly made cup of tea setting there too, there was a note sitting there too.

‘Please enjoy, thank you!’

There was no name…but there was a picture of a four leaf clover, needless to say he wasn’t gonna eat it, not when there-

Wait…a clover? He reached into his pocket and pulled out the charm, but the moment he looked at it..it disappeared. He flinched…then he felt it, someone behind him. He turned to find…well an adult but for a second he didn’t see anything…until he looked down. There standing before him was…a kid….wearing a plague doctor mask…but the clothes were not what he expected. She wore a scarf on her head with a flower on it, a white apron with green frills and a four leaf clover with its four leafs decorated differently with either hearts, leaves, spots and one was just a solid color. The clothes under the apron from what Nagisa could see were were a pair of pastel overalls and a white shirt.

Then he noticed….this kid had ‘four’ arms….similar to Sun and Moon.

“….Um….hi-“

An like that the figure disappeared, the walkie talkie up by his head already calling.

“Sun, Moon, your dad said you guys have an older brother, does he…wear a plague mask by any chance?”

There was a long pause before Moon answered.

“No…we have a sister that does though….”

“WHAT?!” Irina shouted over the walkie.

“Wait a minute, I thought your dad said you guys had a brother!” Said Kayano next.

“Yeah we do, but you guys only asked about ‘sons’ you never asked if he had any daughters…which he does, she’s still in elementary school though.” Replied Sun….

But then asked. “Why do you ask?”

“Does she also….wear an apron with a clover on it, wear a cloth headband with a flower-“

An the twins were by his side.

“WHERE IS SHE?!” They screamed, both of them sounding like they were told their dad was wearing a bikini or something.

“Whoa! S-She was just here…she made me something to eat apparently.”

The twins looked over the food and then…both looked up at each other before Moon picked up his cellphone and made a call.

“…Dad its me, I think we found out what Clover’s been up to. Check her little cabinet and see if those new mushrooms she brought home are gone…..thought so, she’s here at the school now. Yeah we’re sure, Nagisa just saw her and she even made him something to eat, its her.” Moon had just hung up when Koro-Sensei appeared beside them.

“What on earth is my baby doing here so late at night!?”

Nagisa gave a blank stare before Koro-Sensei looked at the boxed lunch, opening it there was a gourmet spread of rolled eggs, veggies, sliced hotdogs that looked like octopi and fresh fried chicken.

“Oh without a doubt she’s here…but this doesn’t make sense why is she in ‘plague’ mode an why is she targeting the school?” Pondered Koro-Sensei.

Everyone soon converged in the kitchen and was given a quick update on the situation, Karasuma turned to Sun and started the questions.

“So whats the deal with your ‘sister’ and this ‘plague mode’ your father’s talking about?”

“Her name is Clover and ‘plague’ mode is what when our sister is feeling extremely spiteful or is has a serious grudge against someone or something. Lately she’s been at the house cause her school up in the mountains had some issues with flooding that was about a month ago an she was ok…up until two weeks ago.” Moon sighed rubbing the back of his head.

“What happened two weeks ago?” Asked Irina.

“We’re not sure, she started being distant and locking herself up in her room. Not just that but she was wearing her mask at all times, that for us is never a good sign.”

Wait…two weeks ago…Nagisa spoke next.

“Your sister…wouldn’t have had a pet cat would she?”

Everyone turned to him.

“….There is a stray she looks after….why?” Asked Sun.

Nagisa reached into his pocket and pulled out the charm and collar.

“Two weeks ago a cat got ran over by a car, I gave it a proper burial but kept the collar and charm in case I ran into the owner.” He handed the items over to Koro-Sensei.

Instantly he bursted into tears, not just him but Sun too….Moon cried too but his was more subdued…everyone stared.

“MY POOR BABY’S IN MOURNING!!!” Cried Koro-Sensei.

“POOR CLOVER!!! SHE DIDN’T WANT US TO SEE HER SAD!!!” Cried the twins.

Everyone just stared at them before Irina spoke up. “This doesn’t explain anything, what does her cat dying have anything to do with everyone getting sick?!”

Kayano thought for a moment…then a thought came to mind, she turned to Nagisa. “Nagisa, you said you buried the cat right?”

Nagisa nodded.

“Where exactly did you bury the cat?”

“I buried it near that vacant lot…an I left it some flowers too, silly I know but I felt bad for it.” It was then he noticed Kayano’s face going slightly pale.

“….Kaedae?” Kanzaki stepped closer to her.

“I saw a few kids from the elite classes near there…I saw them kicking some dirt around along with some flowers. I overheard them saying some mean things about our class but I didn’t think anything of it….but now-“

The room went cold.

“….This explains everything…” said Koro-Sensei, halting his tears and gently tapping his chin with a tentacle, he returned the collar and charm back to Nagisa who proceeded to pocket the items.

He continued. “Clover hasn’t touched our class room because one, its a classroom I personally teach an her brothers attend and two she spared our classroom from her ‘plague’ out of gratitude to Nagisa for giving her favorite kitty a proper burial. The students from the main building probably saw you bury the cat and believed it was yours thus they proceeded to desecrate that poor creatures grave. Clover must have witnessed both events an thus triggered ‘plague’ mode in her. Before her school was closed due to the flooding damage there was an incident involving a special kind of mushroom at her school.”

“Mushroom?” Everyone looked up.

“Its a very unique species found only in the mountains, a few children had picked these mushrooms and on a dare at them. They all came down with the same ailments as the students here, however my daughter has advance medical knowledge and was able to treat them within an hour. The mushroom itself is toxic but not deadly even in large quantities, its side effects involve sever abdominal pain and…well as we all know of the two other side affects.” Koro-Sensei reached out a long tentacle and pulled out a pot, with another dragged it all along the inside of the cooking utensil.

Pulling it out he held it close to his face, he turned to look at everything.

“No doubt about it, she spiked all the food in the school with it. Its also safe to say she used her powder capsules of it in everyone’s bentos. Knowing my little sweetie she probably overheard a lot of students and teachers badmouthing our class and thus decided to teach them all a lesson, not just the ones who messed up the grave.”

With their speed the twins along with their father had disinfected the entire kitchen, cleaning it of the substance.

“I’ll talk to the Principle tomorrow let him know the issue has been dealt with.” Said Karasuma, honestly he wasn’t feeling to sorry for the students at least the ones affected by poisoning.

The principles methods don’t account for basic human compassion…just fear and power, Nagisa smiled knowing that the threat was dealt with. When everyone was distracted he turned and walked out into the hallway…he turned slightly and…there was Clover standing there, back to the wall. Nagisa wasn’t too surprised, now knowing who this person was….

“Your Clover…right?” Asked Nagisa.

She nodded.

Nagisa smiled, walked over and knelt down infront of her, reaching into his pocket he pulled out both the collar and charm and held them out to her…who gingerly took them from his hand.

“I was hoping to return this…here you go, also thank you for the food…I’ll go eat it now.” Nagisa stood up but paused…an then held out his hand.

“I’m sure your dad and brothers wanna talk to you…its ok I’ll go in with you.” He held out his hand…but watched as she reached and pulled off her mask, her face was more round then Sun an Moons but she had big green eyes glittered and a sweet little button nose.

She sniffled and tried to wipe away her tears.

“I-I’m sorry….the-the kids here were s-so mean! I got angry!” She sobbed brokenly, pushing herself into him and hugging him tightly. “They said so many me-mean things about my kitty, an more stuff about daddy’s class….I-I’m sorry!”

Nagisa wasn’t sure what to do…given she lost a pet and hearing people mock her father’s class must’ve been a lot for her.

“SWEETIE!!”

Koro-Sensei bursted through the kitchen doors and already his daughter was up in his tentacles, hankie’s dabbing her cheeks and nose.

“My poor little darling! Why didn’t you tell daddy what was wrong, or your brothers we would have understood..”

“I-I didn’t want you to be sad daddy! You or-or Moony or S-Sunny! WAAAHHH!!!” The little one buried herself into his chest and sobbed.

“OH my selfless angel, you don’t ever have to worry about us!” Said Koro-Sensei, sobbing along with his daughter…soon joined by his twins.

…….Things just became more weird now.

End.

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hxseok-honee · 4 years ago

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atlas heart || part 25

a/n : so sorry it took so long getting this update out !! i had a disgusting amount of work to do and i really was not doing anything else for a few days -- i really hope you like it!! pls lmk what you think about things now that jimin (and we) know everything! its gonna get,,,, i wanna say messy but messys not even enough to cover how messy its gonna get

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Jimin can’t remember the last time he’d closed his eyes for more than a few minutes. Time goes by so fast these days that he’s partially convinced he’s been falling asleep and not realizing it. The hours between class and dinner every day are spent in the library, his headphones shoved into his ears haphazardly while he tunnel visions onto what’s been in the back of his mind since the beginning of the year.

Those spare hours had turned into days and days into weeks -- weekends where he doesn’t even glance at his phone, unaware of the growing concern of his friends. It’s almost May now, the chill of early spring having melted away around him without him realizing. His schoolwork stopped being a priority ages ago, and he knows his grades are really taking the hit for it. He vaguely remembers Namjoon confronting him one night some time ago -- a week? Two weeks ago? -- but he can’t for the life of him recall the contents of that conversation. Something about hating to play the ‘prefect card’, but having no choice. He doesn’t even know if he’s still on the quidditch team. It doesn’t matter -- nothing matters when seeing everything with the perspective he’s got now.

Practically buried in scrolls and books, Jimin could care less about the time and the fact that he’s very obviously breaking curfew right now -- the library’s been empty for hours now, and the light outside the window has well past faded into pitch black darkness. He had to hide from Pince around 10pm, barely managing to catch the click of the librarian’s heels through the music blasting in his headphones to keep him concentrated -- it’s a miracle that she hadn't caught him, really. He’d never be able to focus properly back in his room, not when he’s this close to putting the pieces together.

It’s there, right there, everything scattered in his brain. He knows it’s sitting right in front of him, he can feel himself trying to hyperfocus on anything that can blatantly tell him what he needs to know. Flipping through the pages of a book with one hand and shuffling through scrolls with his other, he glances down at a scrap of paper with his own handwriting, chicken-scratch on a ripped up piece of parchment for him to refer back to every few minutes. There, in black ink, the words ‘vampire’ and ‘veela’ are written and then, later, crossed out. There’s one below it -- ‘maledictus’ -- that remains uncrossed and haunts his every thought.

For the better half of the week, he’d spent his nights scouring the bookshelves for any text he could find on blood malediction -- there isn’t much to show for his efforts. Too rare a condition to have any extensive research done, he could barely manage to put together a few measly scrolls and one book with less than a full chapter on the subject. Sighing heavily, Jimin leans back in his chair, rubbing at his temples while he reconsiders the information for what feels like the hundredth time.

It fits the fact that she has a blood condition… but it’s not right. There’s no mention of a potion or even of regularly experiencing sickness. Y/n is in the Hospital Wing like once a month. There wouldn’t be anything Pomfrey or Hoseok could do to help her if she was a maledictus…

He considers that maybe those things are part of blood malediction and that there just isn’t enough documentation for him to verify it. But there’s something nagging at him, telling him this isn’t right. He thinks back over everything he knows, trying to pull up the major details that could help him finally get some sleep. Ignoring the fact that he very well could doze off, even with his loud ass music, he lets his eyes close so he can think. It takes a few minutes, but eventually he’s sitting up in his seat, eyes wide as he recalls something said to him almost months ago, forgotten amidst everything else on his mind.

“What’s the deal with your roommate, Tae?”

“Who, Stephen?”

“No, not fuckin’ Stephen -- Jungkook!”

“Well, how the hell was I supposed to know?”

“Because Stephen doesn’t look at me like I’m the bane of his existence.”

“Yeah… I don’t know what you did to make Jeon Jungkook hate you, but it must have be serious--”

“Just tell me what you know about him, Tae.”

“I mean… nothing crazy, really -- an only child, comes from old money. Probably as old as the Malfoys or the Potters. His family’s the purest of purebloods. And always Gryffindors, just like the Malfoys are always Slytherins. It’s kind of nuts, having a family history like that.”

Jimin stumbles out of his chair, already making his way down the aisles of bookshelves, almost crazed with concentration.

Purest of purebloods -- there’s not a single pureblood family that isn’t documented in a registry… registry… regis-- aha!

Turning down an aisle designated for family registries dating back centuries, he scans the shelves at a lightening speed, finally coming to a halt in front of a tome titled Gryffindor Legacies. Hauling it from the shelf, he doesn’t even bother returning to his table, taking a seat right there on the floor.

Flipping straight to the back to search for the family name, he locates it easily and heads to appropriate page. Searching the family tree down generations, it takes him several pages of flipping through Jungkook’s ancestors’ lives to finally get to his parents. They’re the most recent entry -- new editions of the book are printed with each new generation, the original, handwritten copy belonging to the respective families. It’s an inefficient system for sure, but Jimin’s not exactly complaining when he’s the one benefiting directly.

Scanning the page, from the birth of his mother -- Jeon Eunha -- to her school days, from her marriage to his father all the way to Jungkook’s birth. Jimin expects the next part to follow the same structure of his mother’s story, recounting his childhood, but it diverges from that almost immediately with some extra lines that he almost feels don’t exist in the original copy at the Jeon family residence.

Not long after the birth of their first and only child, they were met with circumstances leading to the adoption and care of another, the recently orphaned infant girl, Y/n Y/l/n. In her days at Hogwarts, young Eunha had become friends with a female Ravenclaw student, who had a noticeably sickly pallor about her at all times. She was to become her closest lifelong friend. The same night in which Y/l/n was to give birth to her first child, she and her husband met an untimely fate in the form of a violent animal attack in the backyard of their own home. The Jeon family were the first to arrive at the premises, deciding immediately to take in the infant child and raise her alongside their own son. Not much else is known about the girl, only that she and the Jeon heir were to become inseparable.

Jimin stares down at the page, unblinking. There’s a lot of information to process, but the things that stand out most to him are the fact that Y/n’s mother was also apparently afflicted with the same illness as Y/n, and --

‘Violent animal attack’? I knew the car accident thing was bullshit, but… did her mom not even die in childbirth? Why would she not tell me… there’s nothing suspicious about an animal atta--

Almost like his brain has started to short-circuit after the long nights and lack of sleep, Jimin’s thoughts are gone instantly, replaced by the mental image of a book sitting not a even a few aisles away, on a table littered with all of the information he’d ever needed in the first place. He’s completely incapable of registering anything around him as he races back to his table, his mind flipping incomprehensibly between the information in front of him and all of the pieces of his memories, details that make too much sense in this moment to match anything but this one conclusion.

Most Muggles, however, will die from the extent of their injuries… all known instances of Muggle attacks have been portrayed in the media as ‘animal attacks’ so as to preserve the secrecy of the wizarding world…

Given the extent of the available research and data, collected almost entirely from male subjects afflicted with lycanthropy, not much is known about the hereditary components related to a female werewolf. Therefore, it is unknown if a pregnant female werewolf's transformations would affect the ability to carry the pregnancy to term…

Without any humans nearby to attack, or other animals to occupy it, the werewolf will attack itself out of frustration…

“My mom died in childbirth and my dad… just a… just a freak accident you know, no one’s fault or anything…”

Because werewolves only pose a danger to humans, companionship with animals whilst transformed has been known to make the experience more bearable as the werewolf has no-one to harm and will be less willing to harm themselves…

“You want to talk about forbidden, Jeon? Let’s talk about your illegal animagus status-”

The way one must imbibe it is very unique among potions, in that a goblet full of wolfsbane potion must be taken each day for a week preceding the full moon…

“…you know how long it takes me to make a full set of vials for you. I barely have enough to make it last 3 days…”

The monthly transformation of a werewolf is extremely painful if untreated and is usually preceded and succeeded by a few days of pallor and ill health…

“He was lowkey carrying her down the stairs… she looked kinda sick actually…”

Throwing scrolls behind him without care as he searches for the one with the final detail, he pulls his phone out when he finds it -- a book listing all of the recorded moon cycles for over a century. Jamming his thumb down on the icon that’ll take him to his search engine and typing with blind panic, he finds himself yanking out his headphones by the cord with one sharp tug when the answer flashes back at it him on the screen, and he realizes that almost all of the pieces are in place.

The quidditch match against Slytherin -- it was the night before a full moon.

“No, no… no, no, no, this can’t be right. This isn’t happening, this can’t be right, she can’t be--” Jimin remembers the text he’d sent to her almost 8 hours ago, sitting unanswered, and he moves without thinking. Slamming his hands down on either side of the moon cycle record, he flips frantically to the cycle for this current month, April of 1978. What he sees there has his heart dropping out of his chest.

“Next week? It’s next week? But that means she’d have to be feeling the effects of it this wee--” He’s cut off by the feeling of his phone buzzing in his pocket, and he reaches for it almost desperately. It’s Y/n, finally responding to his concerned texts with nothing more than a single line. His blood turns to ice when he reads it.

I’m fine, just feeling under the weather.

When Jimin bursts through the door of Dumbledore’s office just past 3am, the headmaster’s already seated at his desk, evidently waiting for him. He’s donning a light blue robe with a matching sleeping cap perched delicately on his head, suggesting to Jimin that he’d somehow woken up knowing he was soon to greet a guest. All of the panic invading Jimin’s body is masked just slightly by guilt, only now realizing how late it is and how intrusive he must seem in this moment.

“Mister Park, you certainly are out quite a bit past curfew, no?” Jimin stands in the doorway cradling all of the scrolls and books he’d been hoarding the last few weeks -- he can’t very well have left a huge pile of evidence back in the library. It would have taken no time at all for someone to look through it and see there were connections everywhere to lycanthropy, even if he himself had been blind to it for so long.

“... Park? Mister Park?” Jimin jumps, lifting his tired eyes to meet Dumbledore’s concerned ones. The man continues once he’s got Jimin’s attention. “Surely, you must need something from me, or you wouldn’t appear so…” He doesn’t finish his sentence. He doesn’t need to. Jimin’s aware of the state he’s in -- the dark rings under his eyes, his ruffled clothes and hair, the way he’s holding his books like he needs to protect them with his life. He looks unhinged. He feels unhinged.

Realizing he has absolutely no idea how to approach the subject of a potential werewolf at Hogwarts with the school’s very headmaster, Jimin decides to start by moving toward the chair in front of Dumbledore’s desk.

Maybe I just need to sit down and take a deep breath. That should help--

He doesn’t even make it two steps before one of the many books he’s holding crashes to the floor between them, falling open to the page he’d stuck a pencil in to save his spot. The moon cycle for April of 1978 stares back up at him, and when he flicks his gaze up to peer at Dumbledore, he sees the headmaster’s expression has hardened with caution.

“Professor--”

“Have a seat, Mister Park.” Jimin’s heart lodges in his throat at Dumbledore’s tone, never having heard such a sharp edge to the kind man’s voice. He moves to the chair, setting the obnoxious amount of research haphazardly in his lap. His eyes will only go so far as the top of Dumbledore’s desk, unable to bring himself to meet the man’s eyes.

“Sir, I… need to ask you something.” When he isn’t granted a response, he swallows hard, pushing forward. “If there were to be a student at Hogwarts with a… peculiarity of sorts… how would you go about dealing with that?”

“How would I deal with what, Mister Park?”

“That student.”

“I’m not quite sure I know what you mean.” Jimin lifts his eyes then, confused, but he’s met with a deliberately ignorant smile.

“Sir?” Dumbledore’s smile, albeit strained, only widens.

“I think you may be suffering from a lack of sleep, Mister Park. There are no students at Hogwarts with any peculiarities, as you call it.” Jimin stares suspiciously up at him, knowing Dumbledore can tell that Jimin doesn’t for a second believe that claim. Breaking eye contact, he glances down at his lap, trying to figure out how to keep this conversation going. Trying to figure out why he’s even here.

Jimin looks down at himself and the pile of incriminating evidence, cursing his idiocy when he realizes just how bad this situation must look. A student out of bed way past curfew, barging into the headmaster’s office holding weeks of research and making outrageous claims about a potentially dangerous student. And he’s a Ravenclaw no less.

Shit. He probably thought I was some nosy little fucker trying to expose her and get her expelled.

Knowing that he’s risking a lot by being straightforward, he takes a single deep breath and meets Dumbledore’s eyes, his own filled with determination.

“Sir, I know about Y/n Y/l/n, and I know you do, too. I need to know how to take care of her. I need to know how to help her. I need you to tell me what to do because, to be honest with you, I’m freaking out.” The way Dumbledore’s examining him as he speaks tells Jimin that he’s right, but more importantly, it tells Jimin that Dumbledore hadn’t been expecting him to want to help.

“That is a very serious accusation you’re making, Mister Park, especially in this political climate. Very serious.” Jimin doesn’t waver when he responds.

“I know, sir. That’s why you’re the only one I’ve made it to. Because I need your help. Because I know you can help.” Dumbledore narrows his eyes, peering at Jimin over the tops of his half-moon spectacles.

“Have you considered the fact that just you knowing this information at all has placed Miss Y/l/n in more danger than she’s already in?” As soon as the words leave Dumbledore’s mouth, Jimin’s heart is stopping in his chest. All the times that Hoseok and Jungkook had told him to mind his business come rushing back, and he feels himself becoming sick to his stomach. Of course it’s more dangerous for her now that he knows -- he’d been too selfish to even think it through, too nosy for his own good. He had done all this to try to understand her, to try to be a better friend who can help when she needs it, but it’s all bullshit. Everything he thought he had done for her sake had actually been for his. For him and his stupid curiosity.

Lifting his head as a thought comes to mind, Jimin doesn’t even think twice before speaking.

“Can you erase my memories?” The headmaster’s eyebrows fly to his hairline, his expression becoming amused as Jimin continues rambling. “Can’t you obliviate me or something? Wouldn’t that be the best way for me to help her? Wait… but do you have to erase everything I know about her -- will I still know her? Can you make sure I still know her? I really like her! I don’t like Hoseok or Jungkook very much -- they kind of scare me -- but I like her! I don’t want to forget her, but also if me knowing that she’s a werewolf is only going to cause her more trouble, then I really think you should make me forget--” Dumbledore lifts his hand calmly, effectively silencing a frantic Jimin.

“Have you always had such a one-track mind, Mister Park?” Jimin smiles weakly, offering a half-joking response.

“It’s my only redeeming Ravenclaw quality…” Dumbledore chuckles before scratching at his forehead with a heavy sigh.

“Unfortunately -- and I do truly mean that -- I cannot erase a student’s memories. So, you and I will need to continue this difficult conversation.” Jimin considers the man’s words, knowing that it really would be better for everyone if he had his mind wiped clean and hating that he’d unknowingly put Y/n even more in harm’s way. He looks up when Dumbledore sighs again.

“Mister Park, you do understand that you are strictly forbidden from informing anyone else of this situation, yes?” When Jimin nods immediately, opening his mouth to assure the man that he wouldn’t say a word, Dumbledore only shakes his head. “No, Mister Park, I’m not sure you really understand. This situation is infinitely more complicated than you could ever imagine, so it is absolutely imperative that you keep this information to yourself.” Jimin blinks, unsure what’s meant by ‘infinitely more complicated’, but he nods again.

“I’ve put her in enough danger just by being here, Sir -- I’m not breathing a word of this to anyone.” Dumbledore examines him a moment longer, essentially staring into Jimin’s soul to gauge his trustworthiness. Eventually he nods, leaning back in his chair.

“What advice would you like me to give you, Mister Park?” Jimin stays silent, thinking hard about any way that he can make Y/n’s life easier, especially after all the trouble he’s caused up to now. His mind flashes back to the conversation he’d overheard in the library. He opens his mouth slowly, choosing his words with care.

“Sir… how does a student that isn’t even taking Potions know how to brew the wolfsbane potion? Isn’t it nearly impossible?” Jimin sees Dumbledore’s eyes flicker with recognition, and the headmaster responds cautiously.

“…If that student isn’t taking any kind of Potions course at all, they’d need to already be an expert from having dedicated all their studies to the art of potionmaking. They would also need an immense amount of private mentoring, even if they are taking Potions. We do not teach the wolfsbane potion in the curriculum. As I’m sure you can imagine, it wouldn’t fare well in these times…” Jimin squints, putting the pieces together quickly in his mind.

“And where would a student like that find this kind of… private mentoring?” The headmaster hums at Jimin’s question, peering down at him with knowing eyes.

“Well, Mister Park, if you wish to receive mentoring on much… safer forms of potionmaking, I’m sure Professor Slughorn would be happy to help you. However, if you are asking me about Mister Jung Hoseok of Slytherin House, and if you are wondering just how he became capable of caring for Miss Y/l/n at the young age of 13, well… you’re looking at his mentor.”

When Jimin leaves Dumbledore’s office almost an hour later, he feels like his head is going to explode. The nights of sleeplessness seem to also have come rushing back to him at once, and he’s not sure if he’s going to collapse first from the exhaustion or from the weight of everything he knows now. For a moment, he considers that maybe he really should ask someone to erase his memories -- Jungkook or Hoseok, perhaps.

Yeah, I’m sure they’d absolutely love to do me that favor.

Dragging his feet as he trudges down the corridor in the direction of Ravenclaw tower, Jimin stops short at a window when movement down by the Black Lake catches his eye. Almost as if thinking about them has caused them to materialize before him, Jimin watches the silhouette of Jung Hoseok stroll casually down by the shoreline, followed not long after by Jeon Jungkook racing toward him, a body perched precariously on his back. It’s not hard to see that Y/n’s clinging weakly to him as he runs, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he keeps his hands hooked under her knees. Jimin can see that she’s got a gown on from the Hospital Wing, and it’s obvious that Jungkook and Hoseok have snuck her out from under Madam Pomfrey’s stern supervision.

They head for the Forbidden Forest, Y/n reaching back for Hoseok when Jungkook passes him. She beckons him forward, and Jimin watches as the three of them disappear together into the trees. He sighs deeply when he can no longer see them, muttering to himself under his breath as he makes his way to his room, overcome with extreme guilt at the entire situation.

“You’ve really gone and done it now, you fucking idiot.”

#bts au #bts smau #bts social media au #bts hogwarts au #park jimin #jimin x reader

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avengedbiologist · 3 years ago

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Thunderbird Headcanons

Thunderbird headcanons I just kinda forgot to post.

Scott

Not a single brain cell.

Like 6’1”

Is like really not down with the kids as much as he thinks he is.

Fully believes he is cool.

Writes a letter to his Mum every year and just puts it in a drawer.

Did have a mullet at one point.

Dimples and some moles.

Hates strawberries.

He really loves pies (not made by grandma though)

Good hugs.

He was rebellious as a kid, still got good grades at school but skived a lot and smoked probably.

Wears double denim.

Close to all his brothers due to him helping his dad raise them.

Especially close to Alan as he was only 8 when their dad went missing and kind of hand to become a parental figure in his dad's place.

Wears crocs and socks.

If he needs support will go to Virgil or John, but since he feels comfort in physical contact he tends to go to Virgil.

Full on had grey hairs at 25 from taking over IR.

Really likes porridge.

Reads/watches something for an hour before bed, unless the rescue literally causes him to pass out as soon as he gets on the bed.

Favourite tic tac flavour is lime and orange.

Really bad with spice.

Not allergic to bees

Virgil

Mans built, a good mix of both muscle and fat, bulking him out more than his brothers.

Was a bug kid, used to draw them all the time, he still remembers bug facts.

Really interested in scarab beetles

Moles on face as well as scar near eyebrow.

Like 5’9”-5’10”

Probably could lift the sofa with one hand if given the chance.

Can easily pick up Scott and John at the same time.

Usually the brother Gordon and Alan hang around or ask for emotional support.

Close with Gordon as he was the main brother who cared for Gordon after his accident due to his medical knowledge. Was around when Gordon had his breakdowns and Virgil knows a lot of Gordon's fears or insecurities, he knows most of his brothers insecurities as well, and always checks up on them if they are faced with something that could bring up their insecurities.

Virgil covers up alot, he can be quite insecure about his body, it fully depends on the day, if there is a day where he is more confident with his body and shows more skin, his brothers make sure not to comment on it as that can throw him off and make him insecure again.

Best hugs ever.

Can bake okay, can kind of cook, nothing too hard.

Has his own soup recipe that tends to be used when one of his brothers is ill.

Gay.

Close with all his brothers but tends to end up hanging around Gordon and Alan.

Is allergic to ibuprofen and aspirin

Sarcastic humour.

Full on had a crush on Kip Harris and Tycho reeves.

Can fill a sketchbook in a week.

Landscapes and figures are his favourite things to draw.

Has a birthmark on his palm

John

Tall an lanky.

Good at gymnastics.

Light freckles all over face.

Very close to Alan due to their shared love of space.

John used to teach Alan about space when they were younger, and used Alan as an audience (as well as Jeff) for when he had to practice for a presentation.

Like 6’1”

He had a punk phase when he was a teen.

Has severe hay fever.

Social anxiety isn't good with crowds, unless one of his brothers is with him, they help distract him from the crowds. Alan usually does space talk. Scott and Virgil tend to talk to him about mechanics and coding, usually asking John to babble about it. Gordon usually makes jokes or asks him about what he did that day, half the time Gordon doesn't understand what he's talking about but he's respectful and listens.

Does not like physical contact as much, he will hug his brothers but he has to be in the right mood, his brothers always seem to know when he is in the right mood.

Always hugs Alan and Gordon though.

Tends to keep a level head but if someone were to hurt one of his brothers he would get angry.

Was a generally quiet kid.

Was good at getting a baby/toddler Alan to stop crying.

Has a mole behind his ear.

Gordon

Little, like 5’6” to 5’8”.

Big shoulder from all that butterfly swimming.

Jokes about a lot, not only because he is funny but he is insecure, he hates seeing family so sad, it reminds him of when he was in his accident.

Is actually kind of insecure about his body, he has a lot of scars from accidents and from being in WASP.

He is shaped like a dorito and has little body fat.

Bisexual

Massive crush on Penelope, eventually asks her out and they hang out as much as they can, which isn't much since they both have very busy lives.

Has a mullet.

Also wears crocs and socks but does it better than Scott.

Is a mess.

Military lad but if you didn't know him you would not be able to tell.

Suffers from depression but again you wouldn't be able to tell, he hides it well.

Nothing but bright clothes in his wardrobe.

At one point he did have a crush on buddy.

He did have a good relationship with Jeff but from ages 14-16 they just didn't get on, Gordon just seemed to get on Jeff's nerves a lot and also seemed to just keep making the wrong decisions. This all got better when Gordon talked about going to work with WASP. Too bad Jeff never got to see him there since the accident happened before Gordon started.

Gordon naturally feels relieved when Jeff comes back, they start again and so far they are getting on well.

Is actually a really good cook.

If not swimming or on a mission he will spend the day cooking if given the chance.

Likes veg more than fruit.

Catch him munching on a carrot whilst listening to the info on the mission.

Always has tic-tacs in his pockets, both suit and civvies.

Really good with spice and heat, he survived eating a carolina reaper pepper.

Knows how to do the hoedown throwdown.

Knows origami.

Alan

Was only 1 when his mum died, he blames himself sometimes due to him being the one his mum was trying to save in the avalanche. [All versions]

Pansexual [All versions]

Never had a good bond with his family until he was 14 and the hood attacks, sure he liked them and they cared for him they just never gelled as well. Despite this he is close with John. John was the main one to actually listen to him and actually let him speak through his issues and John never judges him [04].

He has a boyfriend who he meets at whartons, they meet before the hoods attack and get close whilst Alans in recovery via video calls and when Alans is allowed back into school they start dating. [04]

Freckles :)

Is very little, between 5’4” and 5’7” depending on the version.

When Jeff comes back Alan is iffy around him, Jeff manages to get back in to the father figure role quickly but Alan hasn't seen Jeff for years and has forgot a lot about him, Alan naturally goes to Scott with any issues, isn't used to Jeff being around. It takes a few months for him and Jeff to actually bond properly by themselves.

Has a prosthetic leg, the story behind it depends on the version, 04, his leg was severely injured after falling and catching his leg on the moving mole during his fight with the hood in the bank. In TAG it's a situation of explosion in space that nearly kills him. (Sometimes this is a thing sometimes it's not idk)

Has a bed full of stuffed animals.

His room is filled with rocket posters and models.

Has a shelf that's just the rockets in mission order.

Loves the mercury 7.

Alan's baking ability is making those cookies that you just add like milk into.

Used to copy Gordon a lot.

Still copies him sometimes, like him keeping sweets in his pockets at all times and sometimes copies his reactions in conversations cause he zones out a lot

Will tear up if someone shouts at him, usually he hides it and when alone he lets it out. His brothers know this and will usually try to prevent the shouting from happening.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #Scott Tracy #Virgil Tracy #John Tracy #Gordon Tracy #alan tracy #thunderbirds au #thunderbirds headcanons

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teenytinyapprentice · 4 years ago

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can you give me layton and luke headcanons? i need sone dad layton-

You know despite thinking about these two all the time the moment I’m asked for specific thoughts on them I’m like UHHH.. UHHghguh thheeyy.. theyre frrien;dds;ds... thweyy love e ac;;hother;; SOOOO;OO MUChhghgh.... THeyRE BESTFRIen;dss;; BEALSe,..... FBDSJFKS BUT DEspite that.. here’s a headcanon dump under the cut of whatever came to mind dskjfh sorry if I am repeating myself haha

Layton didn’t actually think about the reality of what he agreed to when Luke became his “apprentice”… mostly that he didnt think to clear room for him until he was actually in his office and Hershel awkwardly had to move a bunch of books and papers for Luke to be able to sit and have space. He hasn’t actually interacted with kids as young as Luke on a consistent basis until this point so at the start there’s a lot of “oh yeah kids need xyz”. Emmy was a big help with this as she did NOT take kindly so having babysitting duties somehow become a part of her assistant work (not that she doesn’t love Luke!) and makes sure the Prof knows he better step up and do what he promised when he agreed to let Luke tag along! Which led to him stocking up on snacks, keeping more child friendly books/activities around, making sure things Luke would need were actually within reach and of course just making sure there was space carved out for him in his office. This bleeds out into his actual home as well - when he’s caught unprepared for Luke to spend the night and he ends up just shoving books and papers off his bed so Luke has room to sleep too. After the six months or so he’s much better prepared and turned his “guest room” back into a guest room instead of storage space for all his Stuff. And no, Hershel will never learn his lesson with this. Every kid he adopts he will have a mad scramble because he’s like Oh Shit! Gotta have ROOM for the kids I take in sadkjhfsdfb

Building off that last one - Luke is pretty anxious about being useful when he first started being Layton’s apprentice. Hershel saw this more as he enjoyed Luke’s company and he was happy to have him around and teach him what he could, but Luke took it very seriously. He was rushing around cleaning, organizing and dogging the Professor’s every step for a bit. Takes some assurance that he’s not going to like, not be allowed to come over if there’s nothing to do that day... but he does eventually hit a much smoother helping and just hanging out balance

Hershel has a “teacher voice” that he almost never uses outside of class, but occasionally slips out - but it absolutely always catches Luke off guard. Like oh right! You’re a teacher… almost forgot. ESPECIALLY effective if Luke is making trouble, that gets him looking real sheepish real fast...

Luke didn’t like tea until the Professor started making it for him. He’d only ever tried more herbal or black teas before but Hershel made an educated guess that sweeter, fruitier teas would appeal and bought those instead. Luke took his duty of learning to make tea Properly very seriously, practicing at home and tossing quite a few pots right in the trash after Hershel tries to be polite but he couldnt quite grimace his way through the first batch Luke tried to make…

Luke keeps a lot of stuffed animals and they end up kind of everywhere… you can find a teddy bear in his office, pretty much every room of the house, the laytonmobile… other professor’s have found teddies in lecture halls much to their initial confusion..

Building off the last one - Luke quickly becomes known around Gressenheller. Lots of other faculty and students start to recognize him and Luke’s made a few friends - sometimes even sits in on Hershel’s lectures and takes very dutiful notes (and teddies get returned directly to Layton’s office with a smile and gentle reminder to let his boy know he should keep an eye on his things lest they get lost!)

Luke really isn’t a fan of mess, so Hershel’s disorganized office and living space drive him a little nuts. He cleans up after him constantly despite Hershel assuring him it isn’t necessary! Really! - They do at least come to ONE agreement that Hershel can ONLY stack books on the floor if they’re NO TALLER than Luke himself after a stack topples over on him one time…. (and Luke will continue cleaning up after him well until adulthood, chiding him all the while. It’s a point of contention.)

Piggyback rides are a 50/50 success rate because of Hershel’s hat… if Luke isn’t asleep with his head down on his shoulder he’s usually got a hand on the brim so he doesn’t accidentally knock it over craning his neck to see something past it. and he is absolutely NOT allowed to eat anything while he’s up there.

Hershel teaches Luke how to tie his ties and bowties… sooomeetimmess Luke feigns forgetting how to do it because he just thinks it looks much better when the Professor ties it for him. Layton knows better but indulges him anyways.

Luke is a total baby when he gets sick. He hates being sick and gets really grumpy and fussy… despite knowing its mostly just theatrics Hershel still privately gets pretty worried whenever Luke’s feeling ill. On the other hand it’s basically impossible to get Layton to rest when he’s unwell. Luke basically has to bully him to do more than just drink herbal teas and actually Take Medicine and Take A Nap. If HE has to take the nasty cough syrup then so do YOU!

Both of them have spells of sleeping rather poorly... (they’re bound to have nightmares after some of the stuff they’ve been through). It becomes a bit of a late night ritual to meet up in the kitchen for some tea, snacks and conversation until they’re able to get some sleep. This continues on for the rest of the puzzle family and somehow every so often, everyone is up at 3am for tea and cookies and its very pleasant...

#sunnquy-lavendrr #long post #teenytinytalks

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polandspringz · 4 years ago

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Request: something about Glory & Asmo vibing . maybe painting each others nails . ill pay u

I know you already got to read this when I finished it, but here you go!!!

Title: Always at the Right Place, at the Right Time

Summary:

Whenever Poland invited everyone to the Human World, there was never any actual obligation to hang out with her. At least not for Glory. Any adventure were moments reserved for them, the Avatar of Lust and the Avatar of Vainglory.

(This is set in my series involving my MC, “Designing in the Devildom”. AO3 Link will be posted in the notes)

Grass. The smell of flowery perfume, too strong and too tacky. It burned the throat and lungs like sugary cotton candy, but they were both immune to the taste by now. A picnic blanket spread over the land, flowers were crushed beneath their weight. They didn’t care. The sun shone down on a chilly spring day in the human realm. Glory held out his hand, and Asmo held it gently in his own as he applied nail polish across it carefully.

“Don’t mess up,” Glory huffed, “I have a date tonight.”

“Another commitment? And here I thought you cleared your whole day for me!”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Why, darling, others do that for me,” Glory rolled his eyes at that, but it was all in good fun, no actual malice, “But, I won’t mess up. Although knocking your beauty down a peg would make me the prettiest in the three realms, I wouldn’t risk my beautician skills being slanders because I decided to be petty.”

“Good, cause if you mess up my nails I will douse you in acetone.”

The little brush moved across the nails, leaving gooey, light blue color behind. It was like liquid lipstick, squishy and shiny but as it dried it would harden into a perfect coating. The clear bottle of top coat rolled around on the picnic blanket as Asmo shifted, knocking into Glory’s knee. The color would be preserved, but protected underneath a thin layer of plastic and gloss.

“You’ve been different lately,” Glory blurted out. Asmo glanced up with surprise.

“What do you mean? Have I been even more beautiful?”

“No, and that’s just it. What you said earlier,” Glory rolled his free hand in the air as they gestured for something, “I’m used to you saying you’re the prettiest- which is false- but normally you don’t leave room for debate.”

Asmo finished the pinky finger, and then blew a soft puff of air over the whole hand before setting it back down on Glory’s thigh.

Glory didn’t like feelings. The only mushy stuff he cared about was makeup or textured fabrics of designer clothes that he knew would look great and help him show others up. But there was a distant look clouding Asmo’s eyes. He was smiling but his mind was elsewhere. He just sat there for a moment, leaning on his knees after he closed up the blue polish and set it down beside them.

Glory couldn’t help but notice the ugly pact mark that decorated Asmo’s skin, the bright pink ring that tattooed his skin, staining his neck, just visible underneath the collar. It seemed to pulsate when Glory stared at it, taunting him.

It disgusted him. He would die before he ever made a pact with any human.

Glory let out a scoff and sat back, tapping Asmo forcefully on the shoulder to knock him back to reality, “You’ll give yourself wrinkles if you keep a face like that. If you turn any uglier than you already are, I won’t hang around you anymore.”

Asmo let out a hearty laugh, his whole body radiant in the sunlight. He reached for the clear polish and shook the bottle as he let himself settle down. When he looked towards Glory’s other hand to inspect the nails, his eyes were brighter again, but also all too knowing.

Glory never needed to say much, Asmo was the best at picking up on the emotions people liked to hide. He could see right through him, but it was still nice of Glory to try and say something to make Asmo feel better. It was all the more genuine when said in his own Glory-way.

The balloons bumped into one another and the strings tangled as they were pulled through the wind and down the street. Two sets of shoes clattered and scraped against the sidewalk as the two ran along the tiny shops of downtown.

Asmo spun around, the balloons swinging with him as Glory rushed passed, taking the other demon's hand as they continued running. They hadn’t stolen anything and weren’t being chased, but there was something different about the human world. The air and the way everything was so colorful and bright as light bounced off everything, from puddles to windows of glass. The way life and the scents of the city were carried on the breeze. It was like Devildom but better.

The two of them stepped off the curb to cross the street, Glory’s heel clicking on the edge of the curb as he skipped forward.

He wished he could stay here forever.

Flashes of a camera interrupted the darkness of the night. The human realm’s night sky was much darker than Devildom’s artificial one, turning completely black even though it was only nine p.m. Glory lowered the polaroid that Poland had let her borrow, and Asmo scampered to take the developing photo from her. Slowly, the image of Asmo holding pink and blue cotton candy formed itself against the golden ferris wheel lights that spun against the black sky.

It was summer now. Poland had invited them all back to her world to visit a fair. Apparently this was a yearly thing where she used to live. It was a little crowded, a little too noisy and full of snot-nosed kids, but there were rides and there was food and strange human world entertainment. Most of it didn’t appeal to Glory, besides using the place as a backdrop for new Devilgram photos, but Asmo was coming with the rest of the brothers, and Diavolo was giving them a few extra days before they had to go back, and Glory would do anything to get out of the boring Devildom.

Poland must have noticed Glory’s disgust at the farm animals, stalls, and dirt paths when they first entered the fairgrounds, because Poland handed the camera over to her almost immediately. She had packed tons of film, handed a bunch of boxes full of starry, rainbow bordered packs that Glory could use to her heart’s content.

Half of the photos were already used up, littering the inside of the mini backpack Poland had given over to her. Random photos of people screaming on rides, humans running around or sitting under the tents. Seeing kids eat popcorn off the ground was gross, but taking pics as they tripped and ate shit and spilled popcorn all over the ground was fascinating. Before their group had split up, Lucifer had watched as Glory photographed the people in the historical tent, feeling the need to supervise the only demon not hiding her horns with magic in case she caused a ruckus.

“Based on your grades, I never suspected you would be interested in history,” he said smugly.

Glory focused on making sure the photo was tucked safely away and developing properly before shooting Lucifer a glare, flipping him off for good measure. The gasps of the historic actors had Lucifer flailing and shoving her hand down, dragging her away before she could cause anymore problems.

“Luce, wait!” Poland yelled, “You’re going to miss out on the old fashioned ice cream.”

Glory debated shouting out Lucifer’s full name, seeing if that would illicit anymore startled gasps from the old men and women sitting with bonnets by the display. That would make for a good picture too.

“Glory, let me take one of you now!” Asmo said, his fingers crawling around the camera as he tried to gently pry it out of her hands, “Go stand in front of that ride over there! The Himalaya!”

He pointed to a ride that was spinning at an unbelievably fast speed (for humans anyway), but it was flashy and colorful, which meant it would look wonderful blurred together, and there were so many humans waiting in the line, which would mean more people to preserve in her collection (she would have to invest in a scrapbook). She started to skip over, her boots digging into the clay, orange soil as the ride’s music was interrupted by a loud siren-like horn.

“Kolia, you stay back there with Belial!” Asmo waved to the other two members of their group. Kolia was the one suffering the most from the atmosphere of the fair. She only tagged along on the trip because it meant she got to see Poland again, but somehow she had gotten separated and nearly lost until she ran into Belial and the others outside a funnel cake stand.

Asmo hurried to take the photos as fast as the camera would allow, Glory striking a few poses and being tempted to take back the camera to snap the faces of the screaming riders behind her, but Asmo signaled the camera needed to be refilled with film and Glory had the bag so…

They rejoined the rest of their group.

“Where do you want to go now?” Asmo asked. Belial pointed towards the tents where all the vendors were in the middle of the fair grounds.

“I want to buy something. I saw shark tooth jewelry earlier.”

“Oh, and sand art!” Asmo chimed in.

“Do we have enough money? How much did Lucifer give us?” Kolia reached for her wallet.

“Hold on, hold on,” Glory mumbled as she finished snapping the new box of film inside the camera, “There! Good to go! Oh, wait a second-”

She leaned in and reached her arm around all of them, holding the camera up to snap what would become a very blurry selfie of them all.

“Alright, let's go!”

It was fall now. Glory sat on a bench surrounded by an expanse of orange colored leaves in the middle of a park. It was almost too picturesque, too cliche. Asmo had run off to get some warm drinks from the coffee shop down the street. It was getting cold again, the human realm had always felt so much colder than Devildom, but maybe that was just because of where Poland lived?

It was their last visit here before winter set in. Poland already had pulled a lot of strings to get the others to tag along on visits throughout the year, especially since she almost never seemed to invite Diavolo along. Glory wasn’t exactly sure what was up with that, maybe the Prince of Hell was just too busy, or maybe there was some sort of feud going on between them. It didn’t matter much to him though.

“I’m back!” Asmo said, walking up with the two, tall cups in either hand, “Sorry it took so long. They don’t have the drink you like here, so I had to improvise to get something similar.”

“That’s fine,” Glory said, plucking the cup from Asmo’s hand with just their finger and thumb on either side of it, “Probably would have tasted gross either way. Human food is bad.”

“Hey, you may have suffered through Solomon’s cooking over at Purgatory Hall, but that doesn’t mean everything from the human realm is bad,” Asmo chided, “Poland isn’t a great cook either, but there are tons of places all over this world with cute desserts and stuff.”

“A shame we won’t get to see them,” Glory sighed, popping the lid open and taking a sip.

Asmo stared at him for a moment before starting to get up, “I actually saw a shop selling some macaroons earlier! Let me go back and get them-”

Glory grabbed his sleeve to stop him.

“Stay,” they mumbled, avoiding eye contact, “We can go get some later.”

Asmo remained frozen for a moment, then slowly sat back down on the bench, “Alright then.”

They fell into an uncomfortable silence. They watched birds in the empty park peck at the ground, but it was far too hard and cold for their beaks to find anything beneath it. The carpet of leaves was rustled by the wind, a few brown leaves breaking off to dance in a violent circle, their dried and dead edges scratching against the concrete and making a grating rhythm to the ears.

“It’s only going to be until the spring, you know that, right?” Asmo asked, “It’s not a long time for a demon.”

“It’s a long time for me because I can’t come and go as I please.”

“You… like the human world now, don’t you? I thought with how you always were ignoring Poland, you didn’t like coming here.”

“Don’t get the wrong idea, I only come here to hang with you. Poland is just… well she’s convenient, she’s just my ticket for a new hangout spot. I just didn’t expect to find other humans so interesting.”

“They are interesting, aren’t they?” Asmo laughed behind his hand, “They’re so funny to tempt-”

“-to trip up-”

“-to trick-”

“-to observe-”

“-and to love,” Asmo finished, a deep sigh escaping him as he leaned back against the bench, watching his breath rise with the steam of the drink, mixing together in the air. Glory watched him confused, and although Asmo was wearing a thick scarf, Glory’s eyes shot to where he knew that marking was over his neck.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Glory crossed his arms, setting the drink down on the bench, “But I’m just annoyed because I don’t like being restricted. I don’t care what’s going on with Diavolo and your brothers and Poland and everyone else. It’s stupid of them to restrain us from coming to this realm whenever we want.”

“You could always walk through the eight layers if you really wanted to get here-”

“You know I would never do that to myself. Horrible idea.”

“It’s just a thought,” Asmo shut his eyes, “I might traverse it if Lucifer lets me. I’m sure I won’t be the only one rushing back up here. Poland has a fashion show in January. I might come see it.”

Glory didn’t respond. They just sat and stared at the city skyline rising just behind the trees at the edge of the park. Eventually, Asmo leaned his head on Glory’s shoulder, his hands unknotting Glory’s posture as he pulled Glory’s hands in his. He cracked open his eyes just a bit as he brushed his fingers along the old polish, humming when he noticed the chips.

“You should let me do your nails again. Or give you a makeover. We’ll have so much time in the winter to hang out. Nothing will change.”

Glory sighed again, and shut his eyes and let his head bonk against the top of Asmo’s gently.

He was right afterall. Nothing would change.

It was winter. Snow was not really a Devildom “thing” but Glory was certain they would be seeing some in the coming days because Diavolo had a knack for using whatever magic he could harness to simulate as much of the human world as he could. Glory had holed themselves up in the bedroom at Purgatory Hall, sitting on the window seat as they watched the moon outside.

Simeon and Solomon were in the courtyard, doing something with Luke. While teasing the young angel did give Glory some entertainment, they really weren’t in the mood right now. They had gone over to the House of Lamentation to hang with Asmo, but realized they had forgotten he had skipped off to the Human World for Poland’s fashion show. Glory had been invited, but had declined because nothing was being made easy through the use of seals, and they had no idea why Asmo would ever want to torture himself taking the footpath there.

So, now they were alone.

Meaning things had changed.

Belial and Kolia were probably downstairs, Kolia holed up in her room no doubt surrounded by books, ugh. But there was no one to compete with or talk aimlessly with. They supposed they could just go outside and steal Simeon aside, the angel was always too polite to decline even if he wasn’t really interested in the things being said, but that sort of genuine disinterest they would sense from him would just continue to make things boring.

They missed Asmo. He hadn’t even painted their nails before they left.

Whatever, they could do it themselves. If only they could find the energy to move.

Glory knew the human world would be unreasonably cold and snowy and blustery right now, and that was no place for demons, but it would be better than the mundane, boring days full of RAD classes that would continue to stretch on for the rest of their eternity. They still didn’t really understand the point of the academy, just knew that if they didn’t attend it Diavolo would probably rear his true nature and execute them for treason or something.

Glory sighed again, something they had been doing a lot since the seasonal depression set in, and got up finally to move back over to their bed. If they were leaving their room that meant getting dressed up, and although they were the Avatar of Vainglory they weren’t feeling the need to fulfill their sin right now. Instead, they flopped over on their bed, face first as they let themselves sink into the blankets, their mind aimlessly drifting through thoughts but never clinging to one.

At some point, they fell asleep.

And were abruptly woken when Asmo crashed into their bedroom from a portal breaking through time and space.

“Asmo, what the fuck?” Glory sat up, rubbing their eyes.

The demon stood up from the floor and brushed himself off, reaching a hand out to Glory immediately as he kept the portal open behind him.

“Hi! Guess I got the teleporting right! Anyway, you need to come with me to the human world, right now.”

“What? I’m not dressed, why?”

“Poland needs another model for her fashion show! It starts in an hour and one of the models broke their ankle. Come on, we have to go!”

Asmo was pulling Glory out of bed, tugging them towards the portal.

“What? Hold on, is this another seal?” They pointed at the portal, “When did you get this?”

“Poland has one for emergencies. Come on!”

Glory was tossed through the portal with Asmo, popping out on the other side. They opened their eyes as the remnants of the seal disintegrated in Asmo’s hand. He shook off the dust before pushing open the door to a backstage area. There were models milling about, people running around holding bundles of fabric and palettes of makeup. Peeking out from behind the curtain, Glory could see flowers covering the walls, real flowers pasted from floor to ceiling all the way through the maze that had been set up for the runway.

Poland rushed by, nearly missing them as she talked into a headset and carried a dress she was still beading. Asmo caught her arm and froze her in her tracks.

“Wonderful! You’re here!” Poland’s face lit up as she shoved the dress to one of the (Glory presumed) assistants, “Let’s get your makeup done right away!”

They both started to guide Glory to one of the vanities, but they dug their heels in and turned around, “Wait, wait, wait. I’m all in for this but, Asmo, how are we getting back to Devildom if the seal broke? I’m not walking all the way back. Do you even know the entrance to how to get back?”

“I don’t have another seal,” Poland said, “That was for emergencies. Guess this just means you’ll have to stay with me until the others can come pick you up?”

“It will take me a few days to get back home on foot,” Asmo laughed, “If you’re insistent about waiting for another portal home, then that would probably give you a good week or so before Diavolo and Lucifer come to drag you back.”

Glory mulled it over for a moment, really not liking the idea of being stuck living with Poland for a few days, but then Poland flagged down someone who was walking by with the rolling rack, picking a hanger off it to show.

“This is what you’ll be wearing, by the way!”

Glory stared in awe as Poland continued, twisting the fabric of the outfit and pulling more accessories off the top of the rack, “...and so you’ll be the beginning and the end of the show, wearing this at the start and then coming back out at the end to transform it by tugging these pieces off. Oh, and then you’ll be the one to walk out with me at the very end because that’s when the designer normally does their walk- uh, is this all okay?”

“Perfect,” Glory grinned, sitting down in the chair, “Asmo, you need to redo my nails while I start the makeup. You owe me after all.”

“Of course!” He chimed, shooing the cosmetologist away as he found a bottle of polish from inside the makeup kit.

“Um, are you really going to be able to do their nails while they’re moving their hands so much?” Poland asked doubtfully.

“Just leave us, love. You interrupting will be the more likely cause of a disaster if anything.”

“Just trust us,” Asmo said, softening the blow.

Poland didn’t mind. She just shrugged and walked off, wheeling the rack away as she went to manage the rest of the show’s set-up. Glory ignored the stares from the models next to them, as there was no way they were hiding their horns tonight. Grabbing a beauty blender and a bottle of foundation, they smiled wickedly in the mirror at their and Asmo’s reflections.

“We’ve got this.”

And they set to work.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me ocs #obey me masters #obey me mc #writing #my writing #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus #om asmodeus #asmo

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cherryquitecontrary · 4 years ago

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Mother Who Bore Me, Father Who Held Me || Echoes of the Past

Day 2 of @arcana-echoes Echoes of the Past event- Parents! To read my other entries, click here.

TW Character Death

Camila Casimiro

Camila Casimiro (nee Valeriano) was the daughter of a wealthy shipping merchant in the port town of Tzatec. Her father, Xavier Valeriano, was a harsh and strict man that ruled his household with an iron fist and did everything he could to keep his family under his thumb. His first wife, Valentina, was the mother of his two eldest children- Marina and Camila. She was a spitfire of a woman who longed for freedom above all else. Xavier did everything he could to control her and make her into what he considered to be a “good wife”. For a couple of years, it worked. About a year after giving birth to Camila, however, she ran away one night, never to be seen or heard from again. Ynes, his second wife, was an agreeable, but spineless woman. She never argued with Xavier or objected to the way that their household was being run. Marina, the eldest of the three children, was spirited like her mother. She was always challenging their father and the status quo that he set, causing many arguments between the two. Dante, Marina and Camila’s stepbrother and the youngest of the three children, was expected to be the heir to the shipping company as the only boy. However, all Dante ever dreamed of doing was painting. He was a passionate and talented artist. But, this was openly discouraged by their parents, causing much contention between he and them. This left middle child Camila in a position of neglect. Not much mind was paid to her. She was a quiet child and wanted to keep her head down for the sake on not starting an argument. However, like her siblings, she yearned for a life outside of the Valeriano household.

Her world was turned upside-down as a teenager when Marina ran away from home. The two sisters were close and now she was down a confidante. When this happened, their father became even more strict. The remaining children were banned from leaving the house. He and Ynes began to arrange a marriage for Camila and had began planning to send Dante to a strict boarding school overseas. Dante panicked and fled to a monastery, which was the only place he felt he could be free from his family. Once again, this left Camila in a very fragile position. Now that her siblings were gone, Xavier and Ynes focused all of their energy into arranging her marriage to a man that could take over the family business. Camila, still reeling from the loss of her siblings, thought that there was no way out from her parents’ clutches. She had resigned to the fact that she was going to end up in a loveless marriage like her mother did.

That is, until she met a handsome traveler named Ignacio.

Ignacio Casimiro

Ignacio Casimiro was orphaned very young. His parents belonged to a nomadic tribe of people originating from the Catclaw Desert. He spent his whole life travelling with the people that he largely considered to be his family. All of the children were his “cousins”, the adults were his “aunts”, “uncles”, and “elders”. There was one person in particular that he was attached to: an older woman he called Abuela Itzel. She took care of him and raised him from infancy after a sickness swept through the tribe and killed his parents. She was a loving parental figure and taught him everything she knew. She shared with him her love for all living things and imbrued within him a deep sense of empathy and kindness. She also taught him how to play the guitar. He became very talented at it and used his skill to help earn money for the group whenever they came into a new town. Despite being poor and always traveling, Ignacio considered his upbringing to be charmed. The tribe was loving and he had many people looking after him, even after his elderly caretaker passed away. He grew up with a bunch of young people his age and they all looked out for one another. They went to many beautiful and unique places. However, he yearned to find a place that he belonged.

In his later teenage years, his tribe came to Tzatec. They had stopped in the town for an extended period to prepare their next trek following the coast of the Emerald Sea. When he was playing his guitar on the street corner one day, he looked up and saw a beautiful young woman with long, dark hair looking out of a window of a large gated home. He started playing a lively tune to get her attention. Eventually, she noticed him and opened the window to hear his song. He played and sang for her, doing whatever he could to turn her frown into a smile. It was when he saw her smile for the first time he had become smitten. The girl eventually came out of her house and came to the side of the house where some hedges grew. Ignacio crossed over to that side of the house to see her peeking out from between the bushes. The two struck up a conversation about who they were and about their lives. The girl introduced herself as Camila, and she told him of the grand but lonely life she lived. Ignacio told her about his life, too. It wasn’t long before Camila had to go back inside, but she promised that, if he came back the next day, she would be there at the hedges to chat again. This went on every day for a number of weeks, and the two teens fell for one another in that time.

Marriage & Finding a Home

With Ignacio’s impending trip following the coastline and Camila’s arranged marriage being set, the two knew that they were going to be lost to each other forever. So, they had concocted a plan: they were going to wait until Xavier and Ynes finalized the marriage plans. They had planned to marry Camila to a man from another town, so they were to travel to his home to conduct the ceremony. The night before they were supposed to leave, Camila would sneak out of the house with whatever she could carry. Ignacio would meet her by the gate, help her over it, and the two would steal away into the night, much like her sister and mother did before her. Now, all there was to do was wait. Ignacio stayed in Tzatec after his tribe had left on their next trek, promising that he and Camila would catch up with them soon. He did what he could to survive on his own, playing for coins on street corners and sleeping under the stars on the shore. Camila waited patiently for weeks until her parents came to her with the news: they were to be leaving the next day in a carriage to another town to meet and subsequently marry her fiancé. That night, she and Ignacio carried out their escape plan. It went off without a hitch, and they stole away on a covered wagon on its way toward Verania, another coastal town.

The two of them were happy as could be travelling with one another. Even though they had only known each other for a short while, they’d come to know each other well and developed a deep love for one another. When they finally reached Ignacio’s tribe, they traveled with them and started their lives together. A year later, the two were married in a ceremony conducted by one of the elders of his tribe. After another year, they decided to start fresh and travel independent from Ignacio’s tribe to see the world. They left them and got on a boat to cross the Malvent Straight that ended up in Venterre. They spent weeks wandering around and searching for a nice place to live. When they finally came to Calmedra, Camila found that she was pregnant. The two quickly found some land, bought it, and settled onto the property to start a new life as farmers. Nine months later, Elvira Valentina Casimiro was born.

Family Life

Because of their respective upbringings, Camila and Ignacio were involved and loving parents. They took turns minding young Elvira while the other cooked or tended to whatever chores they were set to do on their land. They loved each other so much and they were very happy with their solitary life in Calmedra. Camila had grown to be bold and gregarious. She played pirates and treasure hunters with Elvira as a child and told her wildly fantastical stories before bed. She took up garment making, having learned to sew at a young age and handmade her daughter beautiful linen dresses. Camila eventually learned to weave and create shawls and colorful tablecloths, occasionally making some to sell to the local Calmedran women. Ignacio mainly tended to the plants and animals himself, using the plant knowledge imparted to him by Abuela Itzel. He seemed to understand them and knew what to do when an animal became sick or a crop wasn’t growing in properly. When Elvira tagged along with him, he explained everything they saw to her like she was old enough to understand what he was saying. He told her stories of his childhood and all of the things that he saw and did while traveling with his tribe, promising to her that he was going to take her to see it all one day. The two had planned that, when Elvira got older, they were going to travel the world as a family.

Death (under the cut)

When Elvira was ten, Ignacio had left to sell some crops in a town farther off than he usually did. He had said he was going to be coming back late, but he had still been gone by the next morning. One of their neighbors a couple of miles down the road came to the Casimiro farm carrying a dead Ignacio on his oxcart. On his way back from the town, he had ran into some bad weather. One of the wheels on his wagon broke and tossed him onto the ground with the cart on top of him. The weight proved too much for him to lift off of himself, and his leg was broken from the fall. Ultimately, the weight of the cart crushed him. He was found by some neighbors and they quickly retrieved him and took his body to his farm to break the news to Camila and Elvira.

Camila had been growing sick from an unknown illness for a number of years. When Ignacio died, she was significantly feeling the effects of the sickness. She had also grown extremely depressed after losing the only love she had ever known. Still, she tried to press on for the sake of Elvira and herself. Over the years, she grew weaker and weaker. She became unable to do the hard labor of tending to the farm, and Elvira could’ve only done so much as a child. The two fell on some hard times and they struggled to survive. Five years after they lost Ignacio, Camila passed away, leaving Elvira all alone.

#arcana eotp #AAAAAAH I GOT SO ATTATCHED TO CAMILA AND IGNACIO #I wasn't going to write this much about them but I got carried away #I'm so mad at myself now like why did I have to kill them off???#Echoes of the Past #EDIT: WAIT NO I ACTUALLY CREATED AN IGNACIO I LIKED ON ARTBREEDER

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more-miserables · 4 years ago

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I was trying to keep a steady-ish posting schedule but that hasn’t happened. I’m flakey as hell now I don’t have teachers and deadlines. I don’t know if any of you guys still remember or care about my pair of whumpees, but I was randomly inspired tonight. Hope you enjoy this anyway.

Tagging: @albino-whumpee @cubeswhump @liliability

Warnings for dehumanizing language, institutionalized slavery, boxboy universe, implications of past self-harm, implied and obvious abuse, implications of drugging, very brief implication of an eating disorder, panic attacks, lots of messed up stuff, you guys know.

Yates never seemed to get completely better after his illness. He stopped coughing, his fever went away, but he stayed very pale, and Ginger could hear how crackly his breathing was at night. His nerves didn’t seem to recover either. Yates’s hands shook now whenever Stanley gave him a task, and he became clumsy and jumpy, forever dropping things. Stanley stopped being so soft with him and started yelling, which just made things worse. Yates was a bundle of stress.

He cried bitterly every night, cradled in Ginger’s arms. “I’m a failure,” he sobbed. “I keep messing up. I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“It’s not you, it’s never been you. You’re just tired, that’s all it is,” Ginger insisted over and over, but Yates couldn’t seem to hear him.

Seeing Yates looking so pale and miserable all the time made Ginger burn with fury. He didn’t care about the pain in his head now; he was frequently spitting in Ivy and Stanley’s food, arguing back, slamming doors, doing anything he could to draw their attention away from Yates. He was disciplined over and over, in new and creative ways, until he was black and blue all over, but it was worth it to keep Yates safe.

The first time he swore at Ivy he was chained up in the garden all night, completely naked. Ginger drew his bare knees up to his chest and held them tight, shivering. English winter nights could grow cold enough to kill, especially when a person had no protection; maybe that’s what Ivy wanted.

Maybe that’s what Ginger wanted too.

“Ginger?”

Ginger jumped, his head snapping up off his knees. Yates was standing beside him, pale and anxious, carrying a blanket.

“What’re you doing here? How’d you get out of the room?” Ginger asked.

“Window,” Yates whispered, cuddling up beside Ginger and wrapping the blanket around them both. “I couldn’t just leave you out here. Give me your hands, I’ll warm them.”

“You’ll get into trouble if they catch us,” Ginger said, linking his fingers with Yates’s.

“I couldn’t leave you,” Yates repeated firmly. He clasped Ginger’s freezing hands between his own, rubbing them hard.

Ginger smiled weakly. Maybe he didn’t want to die just yet.

It was hard to hang onto that feeling during the day, even so. Ivy found fault with everything he did now, and Stanley was equally brutal with Yates. Ginger’s headache was constant, but he refused to lie down and take it. He argued, yelled, swore and spat like a wildcat, allowing Yates to creep around relatively unnoticed.

Ivy had taken to standing in the kitchen while Ginger cooked, peering over his shoulder and critiquing every single thing he did, even the most basic things like pouring water. Each correction carried its own insult.

“Stir that syrup, it’s sticking to the bottom of the pan! Are you blind as well as stupid?”

“I thought icing cakes was your speciality? Seems you only specialise in failure.”

“You’re too heavy-handed with that whisking. I don’t know why we ever bought you. You’re such a disappointment.”

Ginger knew Ivy was just trying to wind him up - but it was working. He felt like he was boiling along with the syrup. It was so unfair to be stuck making wonderful desserts for two people who told him he was stupid and useless and disappointing - and he couldn’t even spit in the food with Ivy hovering.

Ginger held his tongue, presenting Ivy with the finished cake. It was baked beautifully despite Ivy’s complaints, with pin-neat icing flowers and swirls, the buttercream smooth as silk. It was perfect - but Ivy sniffed scornfully. She gripped the plate and slowly pushed it off the counter, watching it fall face down on the floor with a depressing splat.

“Make another one,” she commanded, then turned on her heel to walk away.

Ginger felt like someone had ignited a bomb in his chest. He burned all over with rage. Without thinking, he grabbed hold of the egg box, took one out and pelted it with all his force at Ivy. The egg hit her squarely in the back of her head, splattering yolk down her back and in her hair. The force of the blow sent her staggering forward with a scream. She peered over her shoulder, looking bewildered. For a second.

Ivy’s face flushed a deep red, and she rushed at Ginger, gripping fistfuls of his red hair and slamming him against the kitchen counter. “How dare you!” she screamed, shaking him so violently he felt she’d yank out clumps of his scalp too. “I won’t stand for this. You’ll learn if I have to beat you till you piss blood!”

“Get off me!” Ginger yelled back. He tried kicking out at Ivy, but he was weak and undernourished, and Ivy was a big, strong lady. He couldn’t wriggle free.

“Give me your hand!” Ivy commanded. Ginger didn’t, so she took hold of his left wrist herself, dragging him over to the cooker. “I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget. You’ll be able to look at your hand every day after this and remember what happens to disobedient little pets.”

She swept the dirty saucepans away with a flick of her arm. The hob was still on, glowing bright red with heat. Ginger renewed his efforts to break free, but Ivy hung on grimly, battering him about the head with her free hand.

“Remember this,” she snapped, and pressed Ginger’s palm firmly against the hob.

The scream Ginger let out echoed through the whole house. It was barely human, like the howl of a dying animal in a trap. Ivy held his hand down for a good three seconds, though it felt like a lifetime to Ginger. He arched his fingertips, trying his hardest to escape the blinding heat, but Ivy had her hand pressing down on the back of his own, so Ginger’s palm couldn’t be spared.

When she finally let him go, Ginger collapsed in a heap on the floor, whimpering. He cradled the burned hand to his chest. It was bright red and already starting to blister. The kitchen was filled with a sickly sweet, burning smell, and he gulped in horror when he realised he was smelling his own cooked flesh. He couldn’t stop the tears this time, though he hated Ivy seeing how much she’d hurt him.

Ivy laughed heartlessly. “I told you so,” she said. She crouched down in front of him, her voice soft, menacing. “You’ll never win. You’ll learn to do as you’re told if it kills me - or if it kills you.” Then she stalked out the room, leaving Ginger sobbing on the floor.

Yates was horrified when he saw Ginger’s hand that night. He’d heard the scream, but Stanley hadn’t allowed him to go investigate. Ginger told him the whole story, whispering because his crying had left his voice raw and painful. He couldn’t remember how long he’d cried; it must’ve been hours. His hand was still so painful he couldn’t move it. His fingertips were mostly spared, though they were raw and red, but his palm was screaming and covered all over with throbbing blisters. He couldn’t even make a fist anymore.

“Ivy did this?” Ginger had never seen Yates look so angry. “That’s horrible! Oh, you must be hurting so badly. How could she?” He took hold of Ginger’s hand. “You poor thing... Here, I’ll help you. I’ll fix it.”

They sat up well into the night while Yates cleaned, treated and bandaged Ginger’s palm as best he could with the limited supplies. He didn’t have anything stronger than pharmacy painkillers and it barely touched Ginger’s agony. Before the burn was even properly dressed, Ginger had been begging Yates to stop for almost an hour. He was howling again, light-headed with pain.

“Stop, stop, please...” he moaned.

“I’m almost done, I promise,” Yates whispered. He saw Ginger starting to wobble and quickly pulled him close, right onto his own lap. Ginger was bigger and heavier so Yates must’ve been very squashed, but he didn’t complain. “Put your head on my shoulder. I don’t want you fainting. Your eyes keep losing focus.”

Ginger let his head fall on Yates’s shoulder with a thump, biting his shirt hard when the treatment continued and the pain returned with a vengeance. He managed not to faint, but the agony combined with his sobbing made him retch. He thumped Yates’s shoulder weakly with his good hand. “Le’ me up,” he gasped. “‘M gonna puke.”

“No, you stay there,” Yates said firmly. “I don’t care if you’re sick. Do whatever you need to. Vomit, bite my shirt, bite me if you need to. It’s alright.”

So Ginger stayed, and when he did bring up bile and spit all down Yates’s back and across their mattress, Yates didn’t even flinch. Ginger felt a soft hand rubbing up and down his back, a gentle voice shushing him when he groaned.

“I know, I’m sorry, but we need to make sure it’s treated properly,” Yates said, his own face crumpling whenever Ginger whimpered. “I’ll change your bandages every day, but it’s going to take a while before this heals. How’re you going to do any cooking and cleaning?”

“I’ll have to, won’t I?” Ginger sighed wearily. “Never mind that now. I don’t even care about the mess. Let’s just get some sleep, please.”

The next day was exceptionally difficult for Ginger. He supposed that was what Ivy had wanted. His bandages were cumbersome and clumsy, and the pain was still so terrible he couldn’t put any weight on the afflicted hand. Ivy made sure to give him every possible job that required two hands, eventually resorting to ordering him to move heavy furniture across the room and back with no real purpose other than to cause him pain. Several times Ginger’s knees buckled from the agony, his vision becoming dark and fuzzy at the edges, but Ivy’s shrill voice would always drag him back to reality. He vomited again three times before noon.

Ivy elbowed Ginger out of the way when he prepared Stanley’s lunch tray, piling it with half a dozen plates, cups, cutlery, even a teapot. She smirked, handing it to Ginger. “Be careful, it’s heavy!” she said in a falsely bright voice. “Hold it with both hands.”

Ginger couldn’t. It wasn’t even about defiance anymore, he really truly couldn’t. He was almost sobbing with the pain already, shifting the majority of the tray’s weight to his right hand. He couldn’t take this anymore. He wanted to run far away, across fields and over pavements and through cities. He wanted to lock himself away with Yates and never see another person again. He wanted to cut his own hand off to stop the pain. He wanted so many things and none of them were allowed.

Stanley’s door was closed. Ginger tried nudging it with his foot, but it didn’t budge. He didn’t know how he was supposed to get the door open with just one working hand. He knocked, but Stanley just barked at him to come in already and stop hovering outside. Ginger sighed, juggling the tray and trying to hold it just for a second with his left hand as he grasped for the door handle with his right.

Sharp pain surged all the way up his left arm in an instant. He stumbled through the doorway with a yelp, dropping the tray with a terrible clatter. Food splashed all across the linoleum and crockery shattered into shards of glass like glittering stars. Stanley and Yates gawped as Ginger landed on his knees on the bedroom floor, crouched in the midst of the mess.

“You stupid, clumsy idiot!” Stanley roared, his face flushing scarlet. He grabbed his walking stick and raised it to swing.

“Oh please, sir! It’s not Ginger’s fault,” Yates gasped frantically. “He’s hurt his hand, sir. He shouldn’t really be working at all. Please don’t hit him! He’s being so brave and-”

“Shut up, will you! You’re getting far too mouthy. Ginger’s a bad influence. You shouldn’t question me, boy.” Stanley paused, walking stick still raised like he was about to conduct an orchestra. He suddenly smirked, holding it out to Yates. “Okay. I won’t hit him.”

Yates took the stick gingerly. “R-really, sir?”

“Am I not a man of my word? You, Ginger!” he barked.

Ginger raised his head, glaring through his curtain of red hair.

“Hold out your hand!”

Ginger did as he was told.

“No, not your right hand. The one with the wound,” Stanley said, still smiling. Ginger did so, far more reluctantly. Stanley turned to Yates. “I won’t hit him. So you’ll have to do it for me. That’s what you’ve been trained to do, correct? So whack him six times on that hand with my walking stick. And don’t you dare hold back or I’ll double the punishment.”

Yates stared at Stanley, mouth gaping. “But... but he’s so badly hurt, sir.”

“That’s no concern of mine. Get to it.” He paused. “At once!”

Yates glanced at Ginger, helpless and terrified. Ginger tried to smile at him. It’s okay, he mouthed. He wanted to comfort him, but Yates’s eyes filled with tears - bad tears, that’s what they’d been taught. He’d never seen Yates cry properly.

“No,” Yates said quietly, his voice wobbling. He put the stick back in its usual place by Stanley’s bed.

“What?” Stanley snapped. “What’re you waiting for? Do as you’re told, boy!”

“I won’t,” Yates said. He blinked, and two fat tears ran down his face. “I’m not going to hit him, especially when he’s hurt.”

Stanley trembled with rage. He grabbed his stick and aimed a swipe at Yates instead, and Ginger hurried to his feet to drag Yates out of reach. Stanley shakily swung his legs out of bed, leaning heavily on the stick, practically frothing at the mouth.

“You disobedient little swine!” he yelled, pointing mutinously at Yates. “You’re more loyal to him than me, the man who feeds and clothes you and lets you live under his roof. All Ginger ever does is hold you back! How dare you! You’re not to answer to Yates any longer. I don’t want you attached to my name. You’re not worthy of it. You’re nothing.”

Yates was sobbing in earnest. “I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t hurt Ginger like that. I’m still loyal, I promise, I can still be Yates, I-”

“Shut up!” Stanley screamed. He turned to Ginger, crimson in the face and breathing heavily. “And you! You were a mistake right from the start. You’re the cause of all this!”

“What the hell is going on up here? What’s all the noise?” Ivy demanded, rushing into the crowded bedroom too. “Oh for God’s sake, look at the mess on the floor! And what’s your idiot blubbering about, Stanley?”

Stanley wasn’t listening. “Get him out of here!” he boomed, pointing at Ginger. He sounded so fierce that Ivy did as she was told at once, grabbing a fistful of Ginger’s hair and yanking him out the door.

“You just wait!” Stanley continued, staggering out into the hall and yelling down the stairs as Ivy pulled Ginger away. He was exceptionally wobbly without his wheelchair, supporting himself on his stick and the wall. “I’ll turn you out of my house without a care. You’ll die like a dog in the gutter, you’ll see. I won’t have you two together anymore. You’re getting in the way of Yates’s work. You need to be separated!” He wavered precariously, eyes wild.

Ginger felt sudden panic, raw and sharp. “You can’t split us up! We’re a pair!” he yelled.

“I can do whatever I want with you. You’re mine,” Stanley said triumphantly. “And you’ll do as I say, and be out of here by-“

Stanley was cut off by a sudden cacophony of bumps and thumps, then eerie, still silence. Ivy, almost back at the kitchen with Ginger in tow, quickly hauled him back to the bottom of the stairs.

They stopped short. Stanley was lying crumpled in a heap on the floor, one leg bent at an unnatural angle, head twisted uncomfortably and staring at the ceiling. There were shallow, rasping gasps coming from low in his chest. His eyes swivelled round frantically, the only part of his body still able to move freely.

Ivy started screaming. Ginger’s mouth fell open, but he didn’t make a sound. He looked up - and saw Yates standing there at the top of the stairs, face ghostly pale, eyes wide, outstretched arms shaking, like he couldn’t believe what he’d just done.

There wasn’t time to think. They couldn’t let Ivy recover from the shock. Ginger dashed up the stairs, grabbed hold of Yates and rushed him down past Stanley’s crumpled body, along the corridor and out the door. They ran like rats despite the hard pavement cutting their bare feet. They ran even though they had no idea where to go next.

#whump #boxboy whump #bbu #box boy universe #pet whump #male whump #male whumpee #female whumper #multiple whumpees #emeto tw #tw emeto #tw abuse #abuse tw #if you got this far hi it's cubeswhump I'm the editor #ding dong the bitch is (hopefully) dead #my writing

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queen-of-deans-booty · 5 years ago

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He Gives You Everything You Need

Characters: Sam Winchester x Skinwalker!Reader, Dean Winchester

Word Count: 1,436

Warnings: being sick as a wolf, just so much fluff

Request by @gabrielslittleangel: Reader is a werewolf (she can shift into a wolfie) and she gets sick, and she’s stuck in her wolf form, so they have to take care of her as a wolf.

Summary: Shifting between your human form and your wolf form is painful enough as it is. Add an illness, and it’s unbearable.

Squares Filled: sat on his lap instead of the chair for @spnfluffbingo // shapeshifter in @spngenrebingo // common cold in @badthingshappenbingo // “She... I mean- she’s... she’s sweet and she’s beautiful and she’s just kinda sorta perfect.” for @spnquotebingo // food for @goodthingshappenbingo

Fandom: Supernatural

Beta: she wants to remain anonymous

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It’s that time of the season where the common cold makes it way back into civilization. Some people get it, and some don’t, and it’s usually the people who don’t think they’re going to get it. You’re one of those people. You haven’t done anything to warrant otherwise, but the cold found you through the sea of people. What’s worse is that you’re a shapeshifter and have been stuck in your wolf form for a while now. Sam and Dean think you’re stuck, but you like this version of yourself a lot better than the human version.

There’s just something so satisfying about being a dog. You have no responsibilities, you can run around in mud all day, you get to eat whatever you can fit into your mouth, and no one questions you when you do anything. You like being human when Sam and Dean are on a case because you get to help them out a lot better than if you were a wolf. There are certain things you can do as a human, and certain things you can do as a wolf.

You can’t have both.

When you turned back into your wolf form, you didn't know you had already contracted the common cold. You could go to the veterinarian, but you’d much rather go to a human doctor. They know what they’re doing more than veterinarians. If you’re in pain, then you might switch from a wolf to a human in front of the doctor. As a human, you know you can take the pain. If you’d known you’d be sick, then you might have stayed in your human form just a little while longer. After years of going through this, you know it’s better to be sick as a human than as an animal. You can’t communicate properly about what you need and how you’re feeling if you’re a dog.

You’d switch back, but it’s a very painful process.

Most people think shapeshifting is an easy thing to do when really, it’s full of pain and agony. Your bones shift to fit the animal or human you’re trying to imitate. Your nervous system has to be rewired in order to accommodate the thing you’re turning into. It’s why you like to stay in your wolf form whenever you’re at home. You’ve been shifting since you could walk, so the pain isn’t that bad, but it’s not like it’s a walk in the park either.

Sam and Dean are home right now since there is no case to handle. You’re very sick, but you know you’d feel a little bit better if you’re in the arms of one of the brothers. Dean is working on his car since you can smell the oil. Even with your congested nose, you can still smell the potent oil. Sam is reading in the library while sitting on the chair you got at a swap meet for only 20 bucks. It’s big and comfy, but it’s also full of dust. You tried getting as much dust out of it as possible, but there is still a lingering smell.

You walk into the library with your ears bent and your tail between your legs. You’re a small dog for a wolf but bigger than the average pet. Sam looks up from his book when he hears your nails tapping against the wood floors.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks when you get to his feet.

You look up and whimper at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes you know you can do. You howl softly and sneeze, looking down once more.

“Are you sick?” he asks, and you nod your head.

You’ve learned to understand human language whenever you’re taking on the form of an animal. It was hard to get used to, but you’re a pro at it now.

“Why don’t you shift back into a human and take some medicine?”

You tip your head back and howl as if you’re telling him, “fuck you, no, I’m not going to do that”. He knows how much it hurts you to shift, so he can only imagine what the pain would be like if you’re not feeling well.

“Are you hungry? I can get you something light to eat. How does chicken sound? I know we still have some.”

All you can do is nod, and he gets up to cook you the meat. Humans wouldn’t eat chicken if they aren’t feeling well, but since you’re a dog, the meat is good for your stomach. Dogs and humans have different digestive systems when it comes to being sick and what they can and can’t eat. It doesn’t take Sam long to cook the chicken, and soon he’s sitting back in his chair. He’s about to lay the plate on the floor when you hop onto his lap. He chuckles and makes enough room so that it’s comfortable for both of you.

“Want me to feed you?” he asks.

He does so without your response since he knows how much you like it. Even as a human, you like it when people feed you (especially Sam). He takes a big piece of chicken and holds it out for you, and you snatch it up. The chicken is at the right temperature, so it doesn’t burn your mouth, and you quickly swallow it. You eat everything on the plate in less than five minutes. It would have taken you one or two, but you wanted to take your time with this.

As soon as Sam moves the plate out of the way, you rest your head on his chest and close your eyes. You’re very tired and worn out, and he allows you to use him as a pillow. He smells so good and feels so comfy that you don’t want to move. He reaches up and pets your head while reading his book with one hand. He scratches your head lightly with his fingernails, and it’s enough o put you into a light sleep.

Dean comes in while wiping the oil that’s on his hands off on a towel and sees you and Sam together. He knows his brother has had a crush on you for the past few years, and he’s never done anything about it. He knows about your crush on his brother too, and he’s going to do something about it soon if you two don’t.

“What’s going on?” he asks and nods to you.

“She’s sick, and so I made her some chicken to eat.”

“You tell her how you feel yet?”

“No, Dean, and I don’t think I’m going to.”

“Why not? She’s the perfect woman for you. Why are you so afraid?”

“Can we not talk about this right now? She’s right here.”

“She’s asleep. I can hear her snores even from where I’m standing. What are you afraid of?”

“I’m not,” Sam mumbles.

“Bullshit.”

“Would you just drop it?”

“How can I when I always see you two eye-fucking each other whenever either of you looks away. You know she won’t turn you down.”

“I know. I guess that’s what I’m afraid of. She deserves someone better than me.”

“You are the only one who is good for her. We’ve known her for, what, ten years? I’ve never seen two people get along so well like the two of you.”

“How can I be sure I’d give her what she needs? What she wants? She... I mean--she’s... she’s sweet, and she’s beautiful, and she’s just kinda sorta perfect. What can I offer her?”

“That’s a question you have to answer. Ask her out before someone else does. She won’t wait for you forever,” Dean says and leaves the room.

Sam knows you’ll eventually give up waiting for him and look for someone else. He knows he should have asked you out years ago, but he’s too afraid that you won’t ever be satisfied with him. He can’t give you everything you deserve, and he doesn’t know how you feel about that. If you happened to reject him, he won’t ever come back from that. It’ll ruin what you two have now. But, then again, if you accept him for who he is, then he could have years filled with love and happiness with the woman he loves.

The reason you went to Sam is that he makes you feel safe. There is no one in the entire world you’d rather spend your life with than the man whose arms you’re in. He may not be able to give you everything you want, but he definitely gives you everything you need.

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 4 years ago

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Tequilla and Autumn Sunsets (Favored Ones, Part 9.)

Series description: Many things were surely fucked up in the year 2038, but no-one ever told anyone how all of it went down. What happened before a group of people left for Seattle to handle personal matters? Why did one girl refuse to leave all of it be? And why there were so many dead in the end?

Part Summary: So far, everything seemed to be good - you were happy with the thing Joel and you had, Jackson was keeping you busy and you were even talking to your friends again... Until one patrol came and everything seemed to change, making the cycle start once again.

A/N: And I oop-

Warnings: Mentions of smut, violence, murder and guns.

Word count: 4.2 K

Tagging: @nemodoren @xxgoldenhour @missdictatorme @peakymarvels @davnwillcome @pickleriiick @jodiereedus22 @gladiosamicitias @tamkashi @eternallyvenus @avengerssstuff @fangirl-inthe-us

Series master list: H E R E

Joel Miller’s playlist for the bonfire occasions: H E R E

The fall of 2037, 5-4 months before the incident:

In the end, it wasn't as hard to make things work as you thought it would be. When you weren't in the mood, you just found a while to tell him. When he wanted you to come to stay the night, he told you. It wasn't even that hard or weird - sometimes, he just stopped by your shop to tell you, sometimes you just told him while having a casual talk when you met in town, and no-one was suspicious of you two talking. You did that before you were weird with each other - why shouldn't you do that when things were ok?

Joel showed you and taught you many things you didn't know about sex or yourself before - for example, what a doggy style means. Or that you can take cock much deeper in your throat that you initially thought.

Yeah, sure it was a long process and it was the try-and-see kinda thing, but Joel was the best person you could choose for this matter. Sometimes, when you weren't exactly feeling like fucking, you stayed up late, just drawing the curtains in his room while he learned you some more guitar songs. Or he was willing to sit through a movie with you - he especially liked these dumb 80s' ones, but you couldn't deny they're quite amusing to watch. The things were just like you were used to them - you joked around a lot, you laughed and had some good fun.

You didn't see each other every day. These sessions, which was a code name you came up with, were quite physically challenging at times. So when you or Joel had some stuff to deal with or you simply weren't in the mood, you didn't meet up for that day and once even for a week.

Diego somehow couldn't understand your sudden shift in behavior - before Joel asked you to see him again, you were affectionate with the boy, spending as much time as you could with him. But after that? He barely saw you. And it wasn't just him - even Dina and Ellie noticed that you're not spending as much time with them as you used to. But both of the ladies just dismissed as you being having too much stuff at the moment. Which was also true.

Tommy and Maria kept each of you properly busy. Sure, there were regular patrols and these where you had to take a random kiss from the group with you, but as the winter was coming by, there was more stuff to do - helping with harvesting the veggies, taking care of animals, occasionally even helping out with the pottery or sewing new clothes. It was almost November when you decided to visit Eve again, bringing her the last blossoming flowers you could find.

"Hey there." - You whispered, sitting down on your jacket while you looked at the tombstone. - "How you've been, hm?" - You asked, smoothing the leaves and other stuff out of the grave. When you were alone for almost a minute, you knew it's your time to speak up again. - "Geez, you can't shut up sometimes, huh? Let me talk too, man." - You laughed nervously. It was still strange not having her around to make fun of her, but you hoped that she's better now. Also, you could talk about Joel openly, and that wouldn't be possible if she would have an actual chance to respond.

"I am seeing this one guy. You would be weirded out, but its Joel fucking Miller. Weird, right? I can't quite process it myself if I have to be honest with you." - You giggled, leaning your cheek into your knee as you watched her name craved into the gray stone. - "But he's treating me nice, with respect. When I don't like something, all I have to do is tell him, you know? I trust him, I would say. He asks about how I'm doing even though he doesn't have to." - You smiled and looked at the grass.

You should've seen that there's something off about the whole thing way before you saw it. It was hard to determine what made you feel things such as these - if it were the nicknames he was giving you, or the stares he was watching you with or the warm approach to the whole situation. It happened a long time - you falling for the man. You just didn't know at the moment - your head was too distracted with too much of good fucking.

"When we were just laying there one night, he asked me about you and listened to every single shit I told him. It was nice. And I hadn't even cried during it, which is a big win, right?" - You sighed with a shy smile, hearing the first thunder in the distance. Well, at least you didn't have to go for a patrol that day. Or, so you thought until you saw Maria slowly walking to the grave with her palms behind her back. She waved at you and you waved back, not telling a word until she reached you.

"Hey." - She whispered, sitting down next to you as well. You smiled back, still looking at the tombstone. - "You weren't at home or Ellie's, so I figured out you'll be here."

"Did something happen?" - You asked back, being visibly alarmed at the moment. Maria shook her head quickly to assure that no matter the situation she had for you, it wasn't as bad as it sounded.

"It's just... Can I ask you something? I know you've been patrolling almost every day last week..." - She sighed. The matter was embarrassing. You were out of Jackson for almost every day now, each day taking a different route, yet she had to come and ask you. - "But Tommy had caught some cold or what and he's having a fever. And since he's in pair with Joel, he asked me to ask you if you'd be so kind and take this one. He told me 'ask that kiddo, 'cause she's probably the only one who ain't havin' tendencies to murder my brother while he sleeps'. Like... He told me he's good to go, but... And don't want to ask Ellie and you know Tommy." - Yeah, of fucking course you knew Tommy. He was probably even more hot-headed and mulish than his older brother at times. And the bit about murdering Joel? That wasn't too hard to believe either since he had the reputation of basically bullying down everyone when Ellie was about to leave Jackson. It was quite unbelievable, but these Miller boys were quite hard to get along with at moments.

You were fucking tired, to be honest, but you wouldn't Tommy go if he was ill. That would worry the shit out of Maria and you didn't like her when she was scared or worried. She was even more bossy, rude, and straightforward than normal. So you nodded.

"Of course, I won't let his sick ass to go on a patrol. Especially in this weather." - You looked at the iron clouds above you. The blonde woman sighed with relief, smoothing your palm with her while she closed her eyes.

"You're the best. I'll make Seth prepare you some extra tasty snack on your way, okay?" - She asked, getting up to leave again. You stayed there for a little longer, looking at Eve.

"Stop laughing up there, I can hear it down here. That's just my luck, you know?" - Just as always, you kissed the tips of your fingers, smoothing the cold stone. - "Take care. I'll see you again, okay?" - With that, you put the jacket on your shoulders, leaving to get your backpack. As usual, put the empty automatic gun there, a water bottle and in the end, you swung your bow and quiver of your shoulder. When you saw the damn weather, you packed another sweatshirt with you. A storm was about to start soon - which you could hear at the stables as well. The horses were far from calm, but Sadie got better once you smoother her neck and gave her an apple. Joel came there soon after you, having these small devils in his eyes. But to tell him nothing ain't happening on the patrol, you shook your head and as usual, the man calmed down immediately. It was nice to have someone who listened to you.

"Have the food and ammunition, I hope we'll get it done before it starts to rain." - Joel told you when you were leading your horses away in the direction of the gate.

"I doubt it. This route is pretty long and off-hand. But who knows?" - You smiled gently and sat on the horse's back. The patrol was fine - you were talking through the most of it, trying to fill the void on the road. You were barely three hours away from Jackson when you noticed it. There was a fire in the woods - but not a wild one. You let the horses on remnants of an asphalt road between a few houses, walking the rest on foot.

Joel saw them first, pulling them down to hide in the tall grass. You observed them for a moment, trying to make out if they were friendly or not. That was decided at the moment when you have seen a few dead bodies lying just a few meters away from them - that was the fire. The sweet smell was making you sick, but Joel put his hand on your shoulder, making you focus.

"I'll go in and try to take them out silently. Do you remember your way with the bow?" - He asked you. For a moment, you were just looking him in the face - these people killed other people. Which you'd be able to understand under some situations... But they were burning their bodies now. Which made your stomach turn upside down. - "Hey, no panic now, focus here. Right here." - The man whispered, catching your jaw in his palm. - "Do you remember it? I need you right now."

Finally, you nodded to answer the question. After that, Joel loaded his revolver for all the cases, giving you a magazine as well. He turned at you one last time before he finally sneaked off to take an upper hand on the situation. - "Good girl. Just stay with me until we done, 'kay?"

You nodded, this time to support and hype yourself up. Joel put his trust in you. You could do it. You trained for this - and you couldn't let Joel alone in this at all. Slowly, you moved into a good potion, hitting one of your palms with a rock. The pressure almost made your head pop since you thought they'll know about you, they didn't even notice - yet another thought crossed your mind. Distraction. Joel needed a distraction. So you picked the rock up and threw it off to a distance. It caused some noise that made the men turn around. There was four of them as it turned out when they started to inspect the situation around.

After a while, you saw Joel pinning one of them down, dragging him to the grass as he choked him. Your time to do something. A long breath left your breath as you positioned yourself, looking at one of the guys. What the fuck were you doing? This wasn't right. Maybe you and Joel could talk it out with them? Bullshit, they had a fireplace from a pile of dead bodies. They were a threat to you, Joel, and potentially to Jackson. You had to do it. It took you a long time to aim because you were shaking like crazy, but in the end, your arrow didn't miss its target - it ended up in his the guys head, and watched him as he fell straight to the fire along with other bodies. He was dead at the moment you did it. You were a fucking murderer. You killed a non-infected.

Sure, you were realizing you've just killed someone for the first time, but the adrenaline rush inside you, and the fear for Joel, was way stronger than that. Also, these bitches could notice where did that arrow come from, so it was a matter of time before they'd find you. And you were so terrified you couldn't move. For a second, you closed your eyes and prayed to God to be merciful and let them kill you fast without any fuckery around. Just when one of the guys was about to approach you, Joel caught the other remaining one, circling his forearm around the man's neck. - "Stop where you are and hands in the air." - Your old man ordered calmly, throwing the guy's gun on the ground, putting his revolver to his temple. When the other guy didn't listen and still aimed at Joel, Joel defused the gun.

"I ain't playin', son. Throw the gun on the ground right fuckin' now." - In horror, you listened to two shots being fired. With a cry, you jumped on the guy's back, stabbing his throat with your arrow again and again. You couldn't stop yourself - even when you were both already on the ground and his head was cut off of his body, you continued. You just continued with stabbing him as you cried. He shot Joel. You were too afraid to look if your man was alright, so you just sat on that guy's chest, finally giving in to the urge to cry. You were terrified of yourself.

You practically collapsed on the dead body, having a full-blown panic attack. At that moment, you felt someone's arm circling your chest, pulling you off. You tried to stab them as well, but firm hold on your palm made you realize it's Joel. A shaky breath left you as you gave in into the touch, having the man rock you from side to side.

"You're good, girl. You're good. You're good." - He whispered and hugged you even tighter. At that moment, a rumble of thunder shook the ground, and rain started to fall heavily. But you couldn't even move. All you were capable of was to climb deeper into Joel's arms while you cried. - "Lemme get you outta here girl, come on." - The man hummed into your hair, lifting you off of the ground.

Never, not even when you left the Fireflies, have you killed someone. At least not someone healthy. What the fuck have you done? What did you do? In the middle of Joel making your way to the houses, you jumped off and ran to puke the fuck out into the grass. You felt fucking sick. This was something so disgusting. You've just taken another person's life. One of your palms was leaning into a wall of one of the houses as you stood there, cried and puked. It didn't matter that you're soaking wet already - the rain couldn't wipe away what you've done, the blood was soaked into your clothes and even if you managed to get the blood off of your palms, it was still there, hot and sticky between your fucking fingers. Joel understood what you were doing through - he was the same when it was his first time.

But he knew that he has to get you out of the rain before it will be too late, you could catch tome flu or something like that. And he also knew that worse demons will find a way into your head once you'll think you've solved the matter for good.

"I need you to get inside the house. Can you do that for me?" - He came to you and smoothed your back gently. It took you a moment to nod. - "I'll brin' the horses in and come to you, 'kay? Just wait for me there."

You both did as you agreed on. Your way to the houses was rough - the ground around you was shaking and spinning, your knees felt almost too weak. Joel led the horses inside the garage and found you collapsed on the ground in front of the doorstep when he entered the front door. You were snuggled into a tight position, rocking yourself from side to side. You were pressing your head between your knees to find some relief, but none was coming.

Quickly, he prepared you a place to lay on, took the jacket off his shoulders before coming back to you. Just like the first time, you've almost attacked him before realizing who he was.

"Come with me, girl." - He mumbled quietly, helping you in your feet. Before he shifted his attention to you, he made sure that the doors and windows are closed - you were even so lucky to find a place with a fireplace, so at least, he started a fire. First, he took the clothes covered in blood off of you, putting your wet sweatshirt on your upper body. It was better than nothing. Then, he laid you down on the big couch, lying next to you so he copied your body with his before he covered you both with the wet sleeping bag.

You were shivering. And a feeling of being cold was taking over your body. Yet your brain kept on replaying you what you've just done. - "Attagirl." - The man mumbled, nuzzling his face to the nape of your neck before he kissed it. - "You're with me now. These guys won't hurt you."

With that, you turned to him, putting your palm over his side. Your faces were just inches from each other, so he could feel the rhythm of your warm breath gently breezing over his face. - "Am I a terrible person? I mean, what if he had a family? Kids? What if we misread the situation?" - With that, Joel could tell that you're shaken to your core.

It was more than understandable. If you'd be living in the old world, you'd never have to think about killing someone. That thought would probably never cross your mind if the world wasn't completely fucked up. And until that day, you never had a reason to kill a human being. Infected? Sure, he saw you killing infected. But to know it were normal, thinking, breathing living persons, that was a serious lot.

"I would talk to 'em if they weren't burnin' other bodies. These people weren't good ones, 'kay? You've done it for me." - There wasn't much more to say. In any way, no matter how hard would Joel try, he couldn't tell you anything to make you feel at least a bit better. With closed you nodded, finally closing your eyes.

"Will you sing something for me? Just like you did back then?" - You whispered, giving in to the feeling of Joel's palm smoothing your shoulder. Of course, he did sing for you. And this time, it wasn't some Johnny Cash song. You remembered this one - it was one of the songs he played for you when you sat at the bonfire.

To be honest, you fell asleep pretty quick - you were tired, every inch of your muscles hurt and the pain in your eyes was too great to open them. The man stayed up for another hour, watching small spasms and furrows changing in your face. The sleep sure as hell wasn't peaceful. Yet when he was sure that you'll sleep for at least a while, he took a quick nap next to you as well.

The smell of the burning wood had woken you up. It wasn't exactly the burning wood, but the smoke of the fire ending was tickling your nose so bad you had to sneeze. Fortunately, it didn't wake Joel up. When you opened up your eyes, you expected to see his face just inched away from yours, so you gently picked up your head, feeling the muscles on your neck and back hurt. It took you a few more winks to realize that you have a clear view of the fireplace. Joel was laying on his back with one of his palms used as a pillow, his other arm pulled over your shoulder.

Sure, it was pretty normal to sleep next to each other at that point, sometimes having his arm or leg thrown over your body, but you had never slept anywhere near to something like that... All snuggled up to each other. There was a contained smile on Joel's lips, even though he was asleep. And if you'd be okay, it would make you lose your shit for real.

But you just laid down again, watching the dying fire. It was just like being stuck in some kind of a cycle - there was a time you felt numb, not alive at all. This came after something happened - when you ran away from Salt Lake City or when you watched Harry getting eaten alive, the day Maria came to your home to tell that Eve didn't make it... And that evening as well. When you got over the bad phase, there was something you could call being lifeless. It were the days when all you could do was to lay down in your bed, look into the ceiling, thinking about your life. And when you'd get through this, you'll slowly get better as the time would pass. Just to wait before another thing comes and brings you down, repeating the cycle over and over again.

Joel was most likely right. He was living in this world for a lot longer than you were - he knew a lot of things you had no idea about. For example, the forearm which was holding you close and warm could suffocate someone. He also was very really haunting when he was holding one the gen as a hostage. How could the man who was calling you girl in the warmest tone of voice, the one who was playing guitar for you and the man who was fucking you like there was no tomorrow - how could he kill someone with such calmness?

The men certainly weren't good. They could be hunters - people you've never encountered, you've only learned about them from Joel and Eve, sometimes Ellie told you her stories about this kind of people. That would explain why they were burning naked bodies of people... But... What if they caught some sort of illness? What if the people were their friends and they had to kill them? Why didn't you try to talk with them? Maybe you didn't have to go in as hotheaded as you did.

At that moment, there were two people inside your head having a big argument - one of them thought about the thing you have done was straightaway bad, no excuses could explain what you did. ON the other hand, there was the other one, the cold one, was telling you that these people would fire a bullet to your forehead as soon as they'd see you approaching.

With a long sigh, you closed your eyes once again as you hugged Joel tighter, pulling yourself so tight you copied every inch of his body. This was helping at least a tiny bit. For the first time when the cycle had restarted, you didn't feel completely alone. There was someone you could pull yourself closer to feel at least a bit safe.

"How you feelin'?" - A raspy voice asked you just as Joel had woken up. Even when you were both up, he hadn't taken his arm off of your shoulder - actually, his palm started to draw small patterns there. Joel still kept his eyes closed and it could be seen that he's feeling completely contained at the moment. Which seemed weirdly off rails, but you decided to ignore it.

"I feel... Nothing." - You answered quietly, slowly getting up. This felt too emotional. Sure, it was probably just to keep you feeling at least a bit good and away from going coo-coo. And it worked just as he expected it to.

"Give it a few days, it'll settle down. You'll be good, trust me." - Joel mumbled and watched you getting food from Seth out of your backpack before sitting down to look at the dying fire. - "What made you conclude this?" - You asked and gulped.

"You're a survivor. Just like Ellie is, just like Jesse is... And just like I am." - He answered shortly, letting the silence to take over the situation you got there at the moment. Just like the last time you were on a patrol with Joel, everyone could tell that something went off rails as soon as they saw you in the distance. You were both late, and your trousers were covered in dried blood.

Ellie was patiently waiting for you in front of the stables to ask you about what has happened when Joel pulled you back a bit, looking you in the face. - "Do you want me to come today?" - He whispered. It was a nice offer, but you shook your head nonetheless. - "I'll see you... When I'll feel better, okay?" - You whispered back, having him nod with a neutral expression, and with that, you watched him leaving for home, not entirely sure what to feel anymore.

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