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blanketorghost · 1 year ago

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A Taste of Something New (Pt. 2)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Hiiiieee.... finally I have written part 2 of this <3

I only got the motivation after i took the wrong bus back home and had to go thru a 2 hour bus trip teehee

Summary: Against his better judgement, Yuu wants to bring Azul a meaningful souvenir from the scalding sands.

Pairing: Yuu Fujisaki x Azul Ashengrotto (one-sided), Azul Ashengrotto x Jamil Viper (implied, one-sided)

Timeline: During/Post Al'ab Narya and Ch. 4. Pre Ch. 5

Notes: Azul may be OOC? Have never been good at writing him convincingly imho

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"Hmngh... hmph... mrrngh... Henchman! What's the hold up!!"

Grim calls out as he stuffs himself with another samosa, the tiny treat almost looking like a regular loaf of bread in the cat's hands. Yet, it disappears just as quickly as all the other meals and snacks he's been served. And as if that weren't enough, he had yet to be satisfied.

"I'm so sorry about all this..." Yuu mutters at one of the cooks as he hands Grim another tray of freshly baked naan bread and a bowl of baba ghannouj, knowing they'd be gone in seconds despite the agonizing hours it'd taken the Asim's staff to make the everything. Yet, the servant merely shakes his head and laughs.

"Nonesense. Seeing someone eat our food with such gusto is one of the biggest compliments a chef can get, and this isn't anything compared to what we have to prepare for our master's feasts. Please eat freely."

Yuu nods and sits down, a slight blush still dusting his cheeks. He gently takes a piece of naan as splits it, giving the other half to Grim, then dips the soft bread on the sauce, trying to get a healthy portion without spilling all over the expensive clothes.

"Hey, Yuu! Can you taste the pomegranate? I'm sure they added some juice to it!" Without waiting for Yuu to even take a bite and savor the flavor for himself, Grim shoves a pawful of baba ghannouj to his mouth, naan and all.

Goodness, cleaning Grim's fur after this will be hell on earth.

Yuu, with a few coughs, struggles to accept the food without choking. He tries to savor anything other than cat hair and the odd combination of flavors carried with them, all mixed with the baba ghannouj itself. His face turns red, and finally giving up, he chugs some lemonade from the copper cup right beside him. "Grim...! I have hands, I can feed myself." Yuu chides, still coughing a little and covering his mouth.

"But did you taste 'em?!"

"Well..." Yuu trails off, and before Grim can either throw a tantrum or shove another pawful of food into his mouth, another servant comes to the rescue. "Why not try it by itself, then? That way, you can savor the baba ghannouj with and without the naan to compare." She hands both Grim and Yuu a small spoon, and Yuu can't help but mouth off a silent 'thank you' for this small mercy he was given.

"I'm glad you decided to join me in the kitchen." Trey says as he scribbles something on his own notepad, nibbling on a cookie he now knew was called. Ma'amoul— one of Kalim's sibling's favorites. "What changed your mind?"

"Oh, you know..." Yuu shrugs "since Grim made this 'Gourmet club' up, and technically, that makes me its founder too, I'd thought it'd be nice if I contributed to it by gathering up recipes" Yuu says, nonchalantly taking a spoonful of the baba ghannouj. The taste is definitely odd... in a good way. But definitely unlike anything he'd ever had before in either Earth or Twisted Wonderland. He wondered if it would be the same for Azul.

"Why not buy a recipe book, then?"

"Do I look like the kind of person with the money to splurge on books?"

"Weelll...." Trey gives him a smirk— one Yuu had become all too familiar with in the past few months— and eyes him up and down. Of course, if anyone saw Yuu with the robes he had on now, they definitely would've thought he had the same wealth these clothes represented.

At Trey's response, Yuu gives him an unamused, sarcastic laugh and nudges him with his feet. "Hey. If I was slightly more cunning, desperate, or ungrateful, I definitely would've auctioned this off to the best bidder. But have you seen Kalim get sad?"

Trey shakes his head.

"It's heartbreaking. Believe me. And I don't wanna make him sad by selling off his gifts."

"Really? I don't think he'd mind if he knew what it was for."

"Oh yeah? And what's that?"

"Buying your crush a fancy recipe book, obviously."

"Shut up." Yuu toes his friend as Trey snickers, averting his eyes to the chai he was drinking with the cookies. "I don't even know what books he has. I could accidentally buy a duplicate. Besides, the Gourmet club..."

"Uh huh. That's totally the reason why you're here."

"If you keep at it, I'll tell Riddle of all of the Queen's Rules you've broken since we've got here."

"He won't mind. I've got boyfriend privileges."

"Oh, boo." Yuu huffs loudly and looks back down at the table, finally allowing himself to have another spoonful of the baba ghannouj. He takes his time savoring the creamy paste, "Hmn. This is great, actually." Yuu tries to take another bite, but before he even gets it, he notices that the bowl has already been scraped clean. ".... Grim?!" Yuu chastizes his pet/friend/child. "You couldn't even save me a little?"

"I saved you a spoonful!" The cat wiggles his own empty spoon around. "That's already quite generous, if I do say so myself."

"I couldn't even have it with the naan."

"Yeah you did! I gave you some!"

"No, you shoved some into my mouth. That's different."

"Meh. Same difference." Grim shrugs and moves onto the next plate of food, picking up a fork to spear up a kind of meatball. " 'Sides, I've been writing all the things I can taste down like you told me, look!" He waves over a stained piece of paper with barely anything legible in it. "See, Yuu? I'm being super nice right now!"

"Yeah. Super nice." Yuu grumbles as he turns around to look at Trey's notes, hoping he'd take pity on him and share his own findings on Scalding Sands cuisine. "Watcha got there?" He peeks at Trey's notebook, feigning innocent curiosity.

"Some dessert recipes. I don't think your loverboy may like them, though. They're very high on calories." Trey hums as he scribbles something out, then quickly crosses it out and replaces it with another note. "You may be luckier with salad and soup recipes."

"Yeah, I know." Yuu sighs and places a hand on his cheek. "But I want the recipe book to be really complete. If it's going to work as a Mostro Lounge menu reference, you know."

"Uh huh. You're such an attentive employee." Trey cracks another joke, but instead of snapping back, Yuu only deflates further, sighing once more.

"I just.... I like him a lot." He mumbles, a red tint slowly rising to his cheeks and ears. "I really want him to like it."

"I know." Trey reciprocates the sigh with another and looks back at his friend, an unsure expression on his face. Finally, after thinking it over, he gives Yuu a reassuring pat on the back. "Fine. I'll help you out with the desserts. But you'll have to ask the cooks directly for the more savory recipes."

Grim, which was just a mere seconds ago devouring a helping of H'riss, perks up at Trey's mention. "There's no need for that, henchman! I've written all the ingredients I could taste like you asked me, look!!"

Grim holds out a stained notepad proudly, all of which is filled with more chicken-scratch writing and doodles. Trey leans over and squints, taking off his glasses and putting them on again.

He turns to Yuu and raises and eyebrow, an expression which Yuu quickly shrugs off.

"Good job, Grimmy." Yuu ruffles his friend's head and smiles, taking the notepad. "Your handwriting has also gotten better."

Grim smiles proudly. "Of course! The great Grim-sama has the best handwritting in all of NRC!"

"Of course." Yuu chuckles, Trey also stifling a snicker in the background.

Gathering recipes from the staff was surprisingly easy once Yuu's intentions were made public. It seemed that people's secrecy over treasured family recipes was forgotten as soon as the subject of love and wooing one's crush with food was brought up.

So much so, Yuu was able to fill up the entire test notebook in just that afternoon, now all he needed to do was pass on the clean writing to the one he was going to give Azul, and his gift would be complete.

At the suggestion of one of the cooks, Yuu also gathered sample-sized packets of Silk City exclusive spices and herbs, all paired up with a recipe for each. They were even kind enough to give some more expensive items like saffron for free, something he never would've been able to get with his meager budget.

"How are you feeling, Grim?" Yuu asks as he looks at his companion, all sprawled out in their guest bed after the firelit festival's celebrations.

Yuu had decided to skip over the majority of the banquet in favour of staying in his room crafting up the book, meticulously writing down each recipe by hand with as clean and clear handwriting as he could. Finally putting his childhood calligraphy classes to the test, Yuu's strokes are careful and deliberate, and he doesn't spare any details when it comes to the ornamentation of the titles of each recipe.

The ghost camera had also come in handy, each page having its own picture. Small ripples of steam could be seen wafting off some dishes, while with others, one could even smell the aroma of the items. It was, Yuu thought, something that made this recipe book stand out from the other ones he could've bought.

Surely, Azul would like this one... he hoped.

Grim, on the other hand, had spent the whole night partying with the others, and while Yuu felt a little bad by entrusting his pet-beast to Tsunotarō, he was sure it wouldn't be that much of a problem either way, given they already got along swimmingly. His friend arrived late into the night and practically flopped belly up onto the bed, making some dawn feathers fly out of the pillows.

"Mrrgh... so.... full...." Grim mumbles, his tummy completely stuffed in what Yuu could only guess would be double his body weight in food.

"Did you have fun?" Yuu asks, briefly lifting up his gaze from his writing to look at his friend, then switching his pen from one hand to the other once it got too tired.

"Yeah!!" Yuu raises a hand up. "There were... mgh... so many fireworks after the main show, and sparklers too! ... Kalim also showed us.... his monkeys n stuff." Grim says, his voice wavering from excited to dead tired with each word."

"I'm glad you did. You didn't cause any trouble in there, did you?" Yuu hums, smiling idly as he takes one of the spice packets and sticks it with some double-sided tape to the corresponding page.

"Of course not! I was... a good boy." Grim sleepily protests, then lifts his head up. "Henchman... why does the room smell so tasty? You're not hiding any snacks from me, are you??"

"Must be the spices." Yuu chuckles a bit, then unwraps a paper packet. "But I did save you some keema naan that the staff brought me for dinner."

"Yummy!" Grim, despite his apparent tiredness a few seconds ago, springs out from the bed and walks over to Yuu, sitting by his side and taking the bread in his paws. "Y'know, henchman. You should eat well too. Take this!" He says, ripping half of the naan, but Yuu shakes his head.

"It's fine. I already ate." Yuu smiles without taking his eyes off the notebook. "Besides, I could get the pages greasy."

"Hmph." Grim only shoots Yuu a look at his answer, and with a little hesitation, he eats the ripped up half along the rest.

They stay there for a few minutes, Grim chewing on his food happily while Yuu continues writing, juggling the pen between his two hands with a soft smile on his face. With a small groan, he stops only to stretch out his wrists and fingers, spinning them in slow, clockwise circles.

"... Hey, Grim?" Yuu asks as he rubs his right hand, squeezing every now and then. His voice is soft and low as he speaks, a little flustered, even. "... Do you think... Azul will like this?"

He looks down at the remaining pages, looking at the detailed instructions and intricate writing, a soft blush dusting his cheeks.

Grim stays silent for a second, mulling over his thoughts as he stares at Yuu, then clicks his tongue.

"He'd be real dumb if he didn't."

#twisted wonderland #yuu fujisaki #azul ashengrotto #twst oc #twst yuu #twst azul #azuyuu #yuuazu #twst grim #grim twst #fanfic stuff #writing stuff #i love grimmy sm #uuh idk if i should tag trey he has just a minor role

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indigos-stardust · 8 months ago

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New Four swords fic- Chapter 1

*I'd appreciate if u read it on a03 because that's where my tag/summary is but if you cant for whatever reason, I have it below this cut* thanks for any boost and comment <3

Roaming packs of monsters, ugh. Usually, monsters tend to be attracted or even magically appear from places with plenty of darker energy. It could be some cursed and abandoned temple or some pit where someone died horribly. Maybe, there’d just be one huge monster claiming an area and its magical stink would attract a bunch of underlings.

Monsters aren’t exactly pack animals like wolves. They just follow whichever one’s the biggest and act purely based on greed and violence. They’re happy to follow orders as long as they get their cut. Which is usually the promise of fresh flesh.

The scouts said the monsters were following paths. On a schedule. Almost like they’re planning and guarding. That…isn’t right. Something is definitely up.

The worst part of it is that a lot of the paths they’re taking seem to be cutting off a random average sized fishing village to the south. Lutelin Village. Yeah, Green can see why they had been specifically called to handle this one.

Whatever they’re going to eventually face, it’ll probably seem like even an experienced knight’s worst nightmare. But they can handle it. After all, they’d handled far more with far less. This time they even have armor! The odds are far more in favor since their… “adventure.” Green can’t help but fidget with his fingers anyways.

He’s probably just out of practice, sure they had helped fight against the general excess of monsters but that was just dealing with monsters sprawled out everywhere. Not a real proper fight with layers to get to the final baddie. His gut flares with a hidden anxiety.

It’ll be alright though, the others are literally following his back, and as much as it sucks that those villagers are probably having a hard time with travelling due to the monsters- This will be good for them! Well, Green and his uh, other selves, anyways. Besides, why would you possibly want “rest and relaxation” when you can just crush the ugly mug of some monster?

Okay, maybe he is spending too much time with Blue.

Either way they definitely have better odds! They’ll just find each band (two or three?) and take them down, easy peasy.

Every step is going to take him closer after all, might as well keep his shoulders straight and his eyes on the horizon.

Soft grass and weeds dance in the foothills, with a chilly autumn air as their partner. As much as the others are way too gripey in the early morning, Green knows getting them up early is definitely the right call! The soft crispness of the morning air energizes him with every breath! Practically music, in his humble opinion.

Behind him, he can hear another kind of music. A playful punch to the shoulder, a content sigh, and a little laugh. Conversation that starts and pauses, only to start again. In and out, natural and welcoming. They have his back.

They finally stop at the top of a particularly large hill; this is the spot the scouters said they’d seen the monsters the most. If Green looks to the West, he can see the beginning treeline of a dark and confusing magic-filled Lost Woods. He shudders. From what Vio described about the woods, it definitely doesn’t seem like the ideal spot for a stroll. Compared to their “adventure” and all they’ve experienced, the next few days will be easyyyy.

They’ve barely settled into their spot when Vio, ever the watchful one, already spots a band of monsters practically marching together. A very large band of very angry looking monsters. Nearly time to fight. A cliffside looms in the distance, with the monsters in between them and it.

“I’d say, I think we’re dealing with about eight or so stalfoes, two spear moblins, oh you’ve got to be kidding me at least two dozen,” Green squints, “uh, tiny plant things?”

Strange little hobbling plant monsters, with sharp teeth and leaves coming from a single bud supported by two stumpy legs, covered the ground near the other monsters.

“Tiny plant things?’”

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For a place full of nothing but rolling hills, Vio sure is having quite a bit of difficulty finding enough room to fight. It’s ridiculous honestly, he and Green were supposed to take care of the stalfoes by directly fighting against them. Meanwhile, Blue and Red were meant dealing with those pesky small monsters that keep trying to bite their ankles! Or jump into their faces. It’s a bit hard to fight several monsters just taller than you while dealing with a bunch of faces full of teeth trying to lunge at you, afterall.

Not to mention, once they finally get in semi-decent positions the moblins thrust their giant axes right in the middle and scatter everyone all over again! He can hear the annoying squish and splatter of Blue’s hammer smashing into another one.

Red’s fire rod is great at helping to keep the moblins away, but while you would think it’d be great for its intended purpose of burning those DAMN little plants monsters- All it really does is make all the grass around them catch on fire, not harming the stalfoes, and force them to bolt to a patch of rocks while they’re being chased. Of course, the little abominations climb up the stalfoes to stay safe from the fire. Fighting on the bumpy ground only makes things worse in their favor. He really wishes the darn things would be the ones stumbling and struggling for balance instead of themselves.

Wait… This is a far rockier area- He can feel the rattling bones hit his shield once more as he grunts to shove it off. They all need to be knocked down. With the bit of distance he looks around, and there . A pile of rocks, leading up to a cliff. The cliff is extremely uneven at the top, but there is just enough clear space for a person at the top!

Perhaps, possibly, it had been a bit of a.. Risky endeavor. The second there’s the smallest opening, he yells out, “Watch out for a minute!” and bolts to the cliff side. Ignoring Blue’s very p*ssed off , “h-HEY! Where the Hell are you going?!!” and Green’s surprise as he keeps on running. Every thump of his feet pushing off the earth ringing in his ears. Or maybe that’s just his heartbeat.

Just as he’s starting to climb up he can hear the rattling of a stalfoe and feel the bruising pain of those small monsters trying to reach his flesh under the armor. I just need to keep going , he thinks as he finishes pushing himself up and begins scrambling for a new foothold as he simultaneously tries to shake off the miniature snapping beasts. Good thing his ears are protected by the chainmail underneath his cap.

The crash and shattering of bones with a string of swears behind him urge him to go even further up. When the battle’s over, Blue is probably going to get him next. He hadn’t sounded particularly pleased about Vio, “DITCHING THEM WITHOUT WARNING LIKE A B****H*SS,” or whatever. Despite his current height bringing him farther from the battle ground, he can practically hear Green shout, “ LANGUAGE!!” in the middle of battle.

Finally, just as he nears the top he manages to shake the last of those damn pests off his leg and let his heaving lungs rest, if only for a second. Right, this needs to be quick. Forcing himself up, still struggling to breathe from the chaotic climb, Vio readies his bow.

While the experience of fighting various types of monsters, for hours on their own, certainly gave them a lot of skill in adapting to the situation he has to admit—the items they gained, namely his fairy blessed bag of endless arrows, are also a huge plus. Sure, they aren’t as strong as a well crafted bow, but they are endless . In fact, he’d figured out that if he shoots two at once, even if that took a while to master, it’d do the same amount of damage!

He smirks to himself, aiming straight at a stalfoes that is creeping behind Green. With a snap, the stalfoe falls to the ground. The chaos of the battle field, swarming the others with monsters, moving from place to place… it’s familiar; it is a refreshing challenge. Others might’ve balked at the daunting task, but Vio is looking forward to it. It’s time to show off.

With the constant barrage of arrows knocking out stalfoes, allowing Red and Blue more room to work with and giving Green a much needed relief , the numbers begin to thin. He’s even able to start getting hits on the charging moblins, stunning them just long enough for a quick burn or slash on them. There are only a few straggling plant monsters as well.

It’s wrapping up. Vio observes as the Moblin he shot finally falls to the ground. It is time to regroup. Or it would’ve been.

He doesn’t know what he feels first. He can’t even think to process it. The tension of every single muscle spasming. Millions of needles endlessly searing into his flesh. From the inside and outside. Little pieces of him, like miniature marbles bursting outward. The shock of the constant repeated force fracturing and fracturing. The burning in his chest, he can’t breathe.

It’s so, so much, it’s too much. Without a single thought, other than the sensation of indescribable pain, he falls silently down the cliff. Even as his body crashes down onto the unforgiving rocks it still spasms. Red screams before Blue and Green even see what happened.

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I can’t! No, no, no, no, no, no!!!! Red can’t panic right now, but by Hylia does he want to scream and selfishly look away-

It was horrible, and he saw every second of it. He had stepped back for just a moment, to chug a magic energizing potion. They still had more monsters to fight, after all, and his magic stores were nearly drained from using the rod so much. But then he saw a spark to his right, all the way up where Vio had gone. A sparkling, bright white yellow light, blasting into Vio’s back. Now, he watches.

Vio looks like he’s choking, like every single bit of him was choking and dying . His piercing scream is silently cut off, and then he falls . He falls and falls until his back hits the rocks and he goes stumbling down, blood splattering against the rocks. Red doesn’t want to know where it’s all coming from. And then Vio is there, sprawled on the ground, a horrible finale. He’s still screaming.

No, no Vio isn’t the one who’s screaming. He can see his bloody face against the dirt. Red is.

Blue grabs his arm, nearly shaking him as he tells him to LOOK before he runs off to Vio. Red’s shaking, then he follows Green’s startled eyes they lead back to the top of the cliff. He can only stare as a hulking Darknut trudges behind a row of stubby moblin archers, and even more stalfoes that have already begun jumping off to attack them. Oh, and a bunch of tektites. Because, well, why not at this point?

Red usually tries to stay optimistic, because you can’t get anything done if you always have a bad attitude all the time for no reason but- Honestly? He’s pretty sure he hates EVERYTHING right now. It’s, it’s alright though- They, they’ve got him- Well, well they all would if Vio was down. But, it isn’t the time to focus on that, they have to keep them away from Vio and defeat them!

Just because he’s terrified that Vio could be dying this very second, doesn’t mean he can just start crying when they need him! He will go on, and he will be hopeful! Because Green and Blue need him, and they trust him to at least support them! Red refuses to let them down. Even if he really wants to go cry in a hole right now.

Green screams at Blue, “ DON’T MOVE HIM! We need to get them away from him, Red get here and create a blast! Cut them off!”

Red’s already sprinting. Blue’s hammer smashes into another stunned skull from Green’s boomerang. They’re working to get the monsters away from Vio. The second he arrives the entire earth THUDS as the colossal Darknut finally joins the battle. It’s beady eyes, under its helmet land on Red.

“HEYYYY!!!, come here you, uh, you ugly face!!!” The monster trudges forward, away from Vio and towards him. The Colossal Axe glistens, ready to slice into him in seconds.

“Yeahh!” Red waves his fire rod, sparkling in the burning sunlight, like a shiny fish in front of a starved beast. “Come here!!!”

The axe whizzes through the air with the speed of a bolt of lightning, ready to spear him into two. Red barely dodges. Before the monstrosity can take an even more petrifying swing, Green’s magical boomerang connects. The powerful thing freezes the beast for a valuable 5 seconds.

Within those 5 seconds a few things happen. A small series of whistles rings throughout the battle field within seconds, a code that only they know. During their quest, they had learned that just yelling out to each other with their own plans always ended up poorly. Maybe, they were all just too stubborn in their own plans, but it definitely wasn’t helped by the fact they could barely hear each other at times. Sensitive Hylian ears or not, in the midst of battles words become drowned out easily.

Green’s message, a mix of quick patterns, order: B-G- Core Threats & Close Combat- R- Long Distance Quick. Blue and Green would take care of the strongest enemies and the ones that required close combat. Red would take care of the archers,as fast as possible so he could provide them aid. He could run and prepare ahead just on instinct before he even processed it. It was a mercy, afterall… Every second in a battle is precious, especially with someone left in total vulnerability.

Red breathes in, the blins are readying their bows. Then exhales, a small yet vicious blast of fire spirals forward causing at least two of them to shriek as they desperately try to put themselves out. His shield is already out by the time the other three’s arrows have hit his shield. As much as Red would prefer to shoot more and scorch them while going in and out, that just wasn’t an option. The best way to stop them from shooting far out into the others, was to get in the way before they could do that.

Red forces his way through with his shield to break their line and immediately his sword lunges straight into the throat of one of those wretched things. He has to take care of the other monsters, but Red let’s himself smile a moment at the sign of the bubbling blood. Good . He hoped that was the one that shot Vio.

He has to dodge back quickly in the next moment though, despite the moblins having nothing but bows and arrows, that didn’t make them useless in the slightest. While the armor would definitely protect him from slashes it certainly wouldn’t protect him from their nasty claws aiming at his throat and eyes.

He hacks away at another one that leapt out in front of him before he even got the chance to orient himself. Keep it steady, keep the pace and breathe. Red tries to slash at one of the monster’s belly, but he’s off balance by one of the burnt ones slashing at his leg! I really need to do better!! Red mentally slapped himself, how’d that one even get there? He seriously needed to keep track of everything or else he’d be hit in his blind spot again. Next time may not be so lucky. His free foot crushes the bastard's neck as he blocks more scrabbling claws away with his shield.

Red is skewering the one that he had shoved off when he sees the two remaining unburnt monsters dashing toward him with arrows in their hands. What the hell? Oh, the arrows were sparkling yellow with the same crackling sound as a bomb about to burst. It was familiar. Vio .

All three are charging and from the looks of it they’re trying to trap him with two heading up to his sides and the first one straight in front of him. Red charges right back at the right one bashing into it’s skull with his sword and spinning around, sword first, to face the others. It’s BURNING-

His sword clumsily sliced into an arm, but the arrows- Those arrows, the moment of contact of it against his own sword make his arm convulse in pain as he yells out. Red’s sword is on the ground. The monster, reeling from its own pain, slashes back at him. Thankfully his armor prevents it from truly getting him. It’ll definitely bruise though. The pain threatens to bring him down, but gasping for air with teary eyes he forces his wobbly legs up anyways. Like the lightning wizzrobe- This doesn’t make sense- Oh great fairies please-

Red knows the dangers of magical exhaustion, he’d lived through it several times on their quest. Vio’s words echoed in his mind, “ Take care to not overdo it! Potions may provide a great boost and aid in recovery, but your body still needs time. You’re exhausted… Green was right about how dangerous it is, besides-” and then Vio softly grinned, “ If you’re too tired who’s going to keep us going? We need your laughter, alright?”

He can already feel the aching soreness creeping on the edge of his fingers. He grabs the rod anyways, and this time there’s a blast. Red doesn’t know quite how it’s happening, but the strange arrows seem to make the flames stronger. They topple onto the Earth and the last half-dead burnt straggler has finished crawling its way to him. Red’s sword in his uninjured hand stabs into the beast’s guts with a wet sound. It dies slowly, scraping at his feet desperate to fight until it's inevitable death. Then, just like the others it rapidly deteriorates into a puddle of steaming filth on the ground.

#my art #four swords #four swords manga #four swords fanfic #fs #fs fanfic #my writing #color spectrum #fs color spectrum #fs red #fs vio #fs blue #fs green #green link #red link #blue link #vio link

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w0nslvr · 1 year ago

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20. 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✰ 𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 (𝒇𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 &𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎, 𝒆𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒏, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 & 𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒎)

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 ✰ 𝒚/𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒈𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎. 𝒃𝒐𝒚, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈. 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝒐𝒉, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇… 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✰ 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑫 𝑰𝑺 𝑨 𝑱𝑶𝑲𝑬, 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔

y/n wasn't exactly sure what to expect for her first time attending a lacrosse game. she didn't even necessarily want to go, if she was being honest. she wanted to hide out in her dorm for the weekend, watch movies with her roommates and only her roommates and turn her phone off so no one could reach her. however, she would do anything for yuma, taki, and maki and she knew how important it was for her to be there to support them. so she was willing to suck it up and pull herself together for the night to be a good friend.

she got ready, leaving her hair down and wearing a light face of makeup knowing it would be hot in the stands of the student section anyway. the girl stared at her friend's jersey sprawled out on her bed and she contemplated whether she should go through with wearing it or not. she didn't want to put off anyone but when she texted him she was wearing it tonight, he sent back a 'can't wait to see it', with a heart, giving her the go-ahead. so with a shrug, she tossed the jersey, officially sporting the number 7.

y/n sat on the couch and waited for the girls to be ready so they could leave together. she sent her brother some messages of good luck since she wouldn't see him till after the game to which he responded with a bunch of pink hearts, knowing it was her favorite color. she opened the instagram app on her phone and saw that riki had posted on his story, a photo of him, taki, maki, jungwon, and jake posing in their uniforms and lacrosse gear. she sighed trying to push the thought of their conversation to the back of her mind. she didn't want to think about it, or him for that matter. she wanted to focus on supporting her friends, and getting home.

the sound of yunjin's voice pulls her out of her drowning thoughts making her hum and look up from her phone, swiping out of riki's story and locking her phone. "ready?" she patted the girl's head, making y/n stand up. danielle approached holding a sign saying 'hot girls love #9'. y/n smiled realizing that was maki's number, and danielle was wearing taki's jersey while, yunjin was wearing yuma's. "we look like lax girlfriends" y/n grimaced. yunjin fake gagged, "his jersey smells like man, i think i'm having an allergic reaction." making the latter chuckle.

'are we doing too much for this?" y/n pondered aloud, grabbing her bag off the table, which contained lip balm, her sunglasses, mascara and her epipen. danielle shook her head dramatically, "just wait to see you everyone else, lacrosse is our school's biggest sport. this is nothing compared to all the other students. just be prepared for the dirty looks all the sunghoon groupies are gonna give you." danielle laughed as she put her shoes on. y/n sent her a confused glance. "you've achieved what those girls have been trying to these past 3 years, in 3 months. they're gonna be bitter that you got his jersey." yunjin explained, standing by the door, fixing her ginger hair in the tiny mirror in the hallway. y/n rolled her eyes, letting out a 'womp womp', before the 3 girls made their way out the door.

the walk there went quickly, the girls making jokes and focusing on trying to take y/n's mind off jungwon, and put her in a good mood. when they approached the school they saw how packed it was. 'they were right', y/n thought to herself, seeing all the signs and posters made for each player. she felt yunjin tugging her in the direction of the sidelines, approaching the bench that a few players sat at, stretching. "we did this every game last year for yuma." danielle mumbled, filling her friend in. yuma's eyes lit up seeing his best friends approaching but he tried his best to maintain the tsundere act, sending them a nod. "well don't you look cute in your uniform," y/n teased making him roll his eyes, standing up to face them. "i think it's you three that look cute, look at you guys wearing jerseys and making signs. might as well be one of our fans." heeseung chuckled, throwing an arm around yuma. yunjin pretended to throw up, while danielle's face turned a deep shade of red. y/n just shrugged her shoulders as she adjusted sunghoon's jersey on her body.

"always a delight, yunjin." heeseung laughed at her reaction. she crossed her arms over her chest, "i bite." she responded curtly making heeseung raise his eyebrows. "leave the poor girl alone, she plays for the same team as us." sunghoon walked out with jungwon from the locker rooms, taking the place between heeseung and yuma while jungwon stood next to yuma. heeseung let out a loud laugh before raising his hands in surrender. "hey princess, looking cute as always." sunghoon cheesed, pulling at the shoulder of his jersey on her. she sent him a smile, "leading the sunghoon fangirl battalion today, i guess." she joked making the boy chuckle.

y/n was too engrossed in her conversation with her friend to notice a certain someone burning holes into her choice of jerseys. he wasn't pleased with seeing the girl HE likes in his BEST FRIENDS jersey. he felt bitter, knowing full well if he made better decisions, it would be his jersey she would be wearing. it made him feel jealous, and a bit possessive if he was being honest. in his eyes, she was his girl, and it only gave him more motivation to fix things between the two of them so that she could wear his jersey the next game, and all the other games after that. he knew 29 would look better on her than 7 ever could. he watched the smile on her face as danielle held her face still, drawing a #14 on one cheek (taki's number) and a #18 (sunoo's number) on the other in red glitter blackout. "well good luck boys. hey, if you win, y/n will treat everyone to hotpot!" yunjin cheered, making y/n immediately protest. "excuse me, i never ever agreed to this, i'm broke. jake will, he's rich as fuck from his black market job."

"i don't work for the black market you brokie." jake defended from his spot on the grass, throwing one of his gloves at the girl making her stick her tongue out at him. "alright babe, let's go so we can squeeze into a good spot, yuma give the 'aki's a good luck kiss for me." yunjin grabbed y/n and danielle's hands, leading them to the student section. "i will not be doing anything of the sort!" yuma called out to her, but the trio just kept walking.

the game went by smoothly, with decelis taking their first win of the season and maki scoring the final point of the game. the trio shot up with a cheer for their youngest, his team members rushing him on the field, throwing their helmets down and crowding around the maknae. as soon as the celebration ended and the players made their way back to the locker room. "let the boys know i will treat everyone to hotpot tonight, jungwon and i will meet you guys there, yeah?" she stood up, hooking her bag over her shoulder the girls giving her words of encouragement as she made her way to the front of the university building, jumping up on one of the stair railings, and waiting. after a few minutes (y/n was so anxious it felt like hours to her), jungwon came jogging out, wearing grey sweatpants and a black hoodie, a clean jersey thrown over his shoulder. "sorry, did i keep you waiting long?" he asked, jumping up on the platform to sit next to her. the girl shook her head, biting her lip and staring ahead of her, where the lights lit up the lacrosse field. "did you have fun? you looked like you did." his eyes never left her face, even though she wasn't reciprocating. "yeah, you guys are really good. and i'm so proud of the 'aki's. they looked so happy out there." she smiled slightly at the thought of them. a silence fell between the two of them, before jungwon cleared his throat.

"you know, i spent most of my day thinking about what i wanted to say to you. about how open i should be with you, and i think i should be 100% honest with you. no more room for confusion or mistakes, yeah?" his eyes trailed over her side profile, waiting for her response to which she hummed for him to continue. "i really, really like you, y/n. and i'll admit, it took me a long time to realize it because i was so blinded by my initial impression of you. but you were nothing like that and i had to accept that i was wrong. and then after our date, i got nervous. i've never done this before or even necessarily had feelings for anyone before. i mean, the guys call me the anti-love bachelor because i just have never been interested in girls before, until you came along. i can't stop thinking about the fact that i hurt you. i knew about your past and i did exactly what you were expecting me to do, which was ghost you. no matter if you want nothing to do with me ever again, i just need you to know i never was playing with your feelings, or trying to lead you on. maybe yuma was right, that i'm a brainless idiot who can't regulate my emotions but one things for sure is that i do know i have feelings for you, and that i can't give up on what we could potentially be by not fixing th-" y/n cut his rambling off by placing her hand over his mouth, jungwons eyes going wide at the action, watching her carefully.

"you're telling me you thought all day about what you wanted to say to me and couldn't dumb it down?" she chuckled at him as she removed her hand, finally turning to face him. "my turn?" he nodded quickly. "you already know i like you, i told you as much. and as happy as i am to know you like me too, i just have a hard time trusting that if things went south, you won't do the same shit. i can't handle people icing me out, my HEART can't handle it. i need to know that you'll be better with communication, jungwon. it's not something i can sacrifice. i have too much trauma with being abandoned and shut out. i can't go through it with another person, i just don't have it in me."

he nodded his head, "swear. i know what i did was wrong, and i'll be better. i just don't want to give up on something that could be good for the both of us." i placed his hand on her leg, his eyes trailing from her hazel eyes, down to her lips and back up again. she smiled slightly, "if you wanna kiss me, do it already." jungwon didn't need to be told twice, seizing the opportunity he was given. he tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear before placing a soft hand on her jaw and leaning in to connect their lips. y/n swore she could feel fireworks erupting in her stomach as she reached a hand behind his head to settle between the strands of his messy and unkempt hair with their lips moving in synch.

the two pulled away after some time, jungwon leaning back in to place one more peck on her lips before pulling away fully. the two broke out in a fit of giggles, jungwon reaching over to swipe some of her lip gloss that smudged with his thumb. "our friends are waiting for us, i'm treating you guys to hotpot for your win." the boy nodded his head, jumping off the platform, reaching his hand out to help her down. before she walked away, he tugged at her shirt. "no more of this." he mumbled, looking at her adorning the wrong number. she chuckled, "jealous?" she teased, not at all expecting him to respond with a firm, "very." she nearly choked on air. "well, you'll have to wait, i don't have a change of clothes." jungwon acted quickly and grabbed the clean away jersey he had tossed over his shoulder, throwing it on her face making the girl scrunch her nose.

"wear that instead, you're peanut not princess." he turned around so she could change. y/n quickly took sunghoon's jersey off and threw on jungwon's, now sporting number 29. she tossed the other jersey at his back before picking up her bag. he turned around with a smile on his face, "the number looks better on you than on me, peanut”, he picked the jersey up and tossed it over his shoulder, and grabbed the bag out of her hand and swinging it over his other one before grabbing her hand and lacing their fingers together. "ready?"

to say the least, their friends faces held an expression of pride, when the saw the pair walking in, the smaller one adorning the others jersey. jungwon tossed sunghoon his property back raising his eyebrows once before taking a seat next to 'his girl'.

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 | 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕

A/N: late chap bc i didn’t have the energy to write today bc i knew this was gonna be long asf LMAOOO BUT FINALLY Y/NWON WOOOOOOO who else cheered ik i did also i listened to that should be me by justin bieber while i wrote and i couldn’t stop laughing HELPMDMEMEM anyways reblogs are appreciated!!!🫂

#enhypen #enhypen fake texts #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen niki #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #enhypen jungwon #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen angst #enhypen crack #jungwon x reader

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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 9 months ago

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Heeyyy, long time no ask, whats good? I feel it’s obvious what I want but got any NJ hcs spare? If not I will also take Delaware and/or Rhode hcs. Thank you :D

I’ll give ya all three since I’m kinda bored rn lol :3

New Jersey:

He has an auditory processing disorder. His brain quite literally lags /lhj

Almost all of this man’s clothes have flowers that are either on them or go with them (like an accessory)

I feel like he definitely loves dried fruits and trail mixes (probably cuz that’s what he takes with him everytime he fcks off into the woods with him)

He’s somehow the only one of his brother’s that DOESN’T rely on coffee/tea/energy-drinks to survive. And he won’t tell them his secret.

Was absolutely 100% a jock in school, but make him really awkward and actually nice-ish? I say nice-ish cuz it can turn to him beating someone’s ass in less than a second.

Delaware:

Okay- so obviously this man is old as hell (not really, he stopped aging at around 34 in human years)

There are plenty of old man teases and jokes to go around, including the "what do you think of porridge?" question. And to that question, he has 100% answered that he actually really likes porridge, UNIRONICALLY. And then just stood there wondering why whoever asked him the question (Florida or Coco probably) is laughing their ass off 💀

He owns a bunch of chickens and calls them his children.

This man does not know how to do the whole technology thing

He’s actually pretty sweet compared to other NE states. Not quite "NY-If-He-Wasn’t-Traumatized" level sweet, but still sweet.

Rhode Island:

Is WAY. WAY. WAY. Stronger than he looks. As in, has thrown and pinned Texas, could throw and/or pin Alaska but doesn’t have interest in doing so 💀

Anyone could still punt his tiny ass like a football though ✨

I feel like he definitely gets away with a lot of free/discount kids meals. Does he get teased for it? Yeah. Does he care? Absolutely not.

Him and Del are the husbands ever <3

Has the biggest "COME AT ME BRO 👹👹👹" energy istg

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh #wttt new jersey #wttsh new jersey #wttt delaware #wttsh delaware #wttt rhode island #wttsh rhode island

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2-sleepy-for-this · 2 years ago

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Our little brother pt.3

Finally, one of the long awaited favorites is uploaded once more! This took longer than expected and I’m headed into finals week soon so I may not upload for a bit (feel free to give me prompts still!) :D

here it is folks (I’ve had this half done for so long)

tw ~ unintentional fearplay, minor claustrophobia, anxiety, grabbing, technical kidnapping???, annoyed Technoblade

word count ~ 1.5k

The fast pitter-pattering of tiny feet sped down the hallway, nearly silent compared to the conversation and giant footsteps from the humans all around him.

Tommy didn’t know what to do. First, he was trapped in the brown-haired human's pocket for what felt like forever. Then the guy started petting him like an animal. He is not an animal!

And he did not nearly fall asleep with those giant fingers caressing his back.

He is a big man, the biggest man, and big men don’t relax at some giants touch.

Now he just had to find somewhere to hide until all the humans went away and he could get back to the walls where he belongs. Tommy continued running against the wall, in a small hidden space near the gigantic heavy doors that humans kept walking through. No human could see him there.

The huge door slammed near him again as more humans walked out. He clutched his sensitive ears. Humans were too loud.

A shoe bigger than him slammed down just inches from his hiding place as he covered his mouth to suppress a squeak of fear.

Even a big man like Tommy would admit that running so close to humans was terrifying, and he didn’t know what to do. There was nowhere to go.

So Tommy did the only thing he could think of. He curled into a tiny ball right on the floor in the shadows, where he hoped no human could find him.

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“Wilbur.”

Wilbur winced in surprise at how stern Techno’s voice was over the phone. He had received a call from his twin not long after he lost his sunshine and nearly jumped out of his skin when his phone rang in his pocket.

“Heyy Tech, just got out of my exam. I think it went well personally, but I could have done better on the essay honestly-“

“Wilbur. Stop talking.”

Wilbur knew his attempt to change subjects was futile, and he knew exactly why Techno had called.

“So… what are you calling for?”

Wilbur tried to ask, smiling innocently while talking, even though he knew Techno couldn’t see his facial expression.

“A few minutes ago, I came home to check on the creature we found, and it’s not here.”

Techno waited for Wilbur to speak but kept going when the other end of the call stayed quiet.

“I looked in the cage and it wasn’t there, Wil. So, either it escaped, or you brought it to class after we agreed you wouldn’t. Judging by the silence, I’m guessin it’s the latter?”

“…alright, yeah, it was me… I just thought it would be nice to take them out for a while!”

“Well, you said you were done with your exam, so come back here. I wanna see the little thing again.”

This time, Wilbur paled at Techno’s response. He couldn’t go back to the apartment empty handed…

Now he was on a time limit.

And a very short one at that.

…he just hoped his sunshine was close by.

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Tommy didn’t know how long it had been since he hid. It felt like forever, but it couldn’t have been more than half an hour.

He couldn’t see any good openings to run or get into the walls. The constant foot traffic calmed down, but there were still a handful of humans standing and talking. Too risky to move yet.

One of the humans that was in a pair started walking away. His white hoodie was hard to look at under the bright lights, but the shiny necklace around his neck was mesmerizing.

Tommy watched him disappear down the hallway before turning to look at the other guy who was just standing there on one of those glass rectangles that humans love.

After a few minutes, the guy—who was wearing a bright green hoodie, who does that?—still hadn’t looked up and seemed oblivious to his surroundings.

Tommy had a choice.

He could stay in his little corner, curled up for who knows how much longer… or he could try to make it under the door he was next to.

He needed to see if there was a way out.

Tommy held his breath as he uncurled his body, keeping his tail wrapped around his leg tightly.

He slowly inched to a stand and started to shuffle closer to the door.

He took shallow, silent breaths, even though his body wanted to hyperventilate.

As more minutes ticked by, he got closer and closer to his destination. He could almost touch the wood of the door.

Then the human sighed.

Tommy couldn’t help the full body flinch he reacted with… when he opened his eyes, large green ones stared right back.

The human stepped forward and was close enough to grab him in seconds, so he ran, bolting for the crack under the door even though he knew it would be pointless.

His escape plan was foiled as the human noticed where he was running and swept him off the ground and into a giant fist… the third one he’s been in since the alleyway.

Tommy, so desperate for an escape, screamed as he was lifted higher, tears rolling down his cheeks while he struggled.

“Wha…? Hey, hey, hey, little guy, relax.”

The human's eyes widened at his struggles.

Good. He caught him by surprise. A better chance of escaping.

Tommy continued to squirm and fight against the hand he was in until the other giant hand came up and restrained Tommy.

He was completely trapped, pressed against two palms with just his head to move. His limbs were completely stuck in place.

Still, his squirms continued for a few moments more before it just became too much for him. Tommy had been so close to escaping all the human monsters, but it was all for nothing now.

Tommy couldn’t help it when he muttered one word in fear;

“Please!”

In an instant Tommy froze in the humans hold.

He had just spoken.

No borrower was ever supposed to speak to a human. He broke the borrower code.

Tommy closed his eyes, tensing up while he waited for the human to do something to him. All of the scary stories he was told about breaking the borrower's code came to the front of his mind. What could the human be planning to do with him?

“It’s alright, little guy… you’re safe.”

Tommy opened his eyes in surprise. Those huge green eyes were still looking at him, but now they seemed… softer, more welcoming.

He was confused. Why did the human look like that? They were supposed to look mean and scary!

His head tilted slightly as the hands around him loosened. Now Tommy was sitting in the giant's palm, mouth agape as his body relaxed from tiredness.

“My name is Dream… do you have a name? Or should I keep calling you little guy?”

Tommy wasn’t sure what to do, he can’t speak to a human again… but he had already talked before.

The human knows he can talk… what if he gets mad that Tommy won’t?

“T-…Tommy.”

“Hm, Tommy? That’s a nice name. Can you tell me why you’re here all alone, Tommy?”

What could Tommy say? He was alone… but he couldn’t tell the human, Dream, that.

But he was also running away from someone too…

Maybe, if the hu- Dream thought he was trying to find someone, then he’d let Tommy go…

It was risky, but Dream looked like he could be tricked.

“I.. I’m lost… I lost my human. I can’t find him anywhere..”

Dream looked at him with a mix of confusion and pity… it was working.

“Your human? Like… your friend?”

“Uh… yeah.”

“Well.. what does he look like? And what’s his name? I can help you look.”

Great. Now he was stuck with this human while he looked for the one he didn’t want to find.

“He has… brown hair, and brown eyes… and a yellow hoodie. And his name is… um..”

What was that humans name again? The pink haired one said it so many times, but he could barely hear over his heartbeat…

Wil… Wil-something. He still couldn’t remember… he would just have to make it up then. He was too far into this now.

“Wilby… his name is Wilby.”

“Alright.. let’s go find.. Wilby then!”

Tommy was lifted higher into the air as Dream stood to his full height. He clasped at his tail anxiously while he was cupped against Dream’s chest. Tommy hoped he’d never have to get used to this…

Tommy watched Dream walk the length of the entire hallway in seconds, faster than Tommy’s tiny legs could cross in hours, like it was nothing, while he looked for Tommy’s human.

Tommy could only hold his breath and hope ‘Wilby’ had already given up looking for him and left.

He didn’t want to be put right back into the hands he tried to escape from so hard.

Then he saw that brown-haired beanpole crouched on the ground, and once he felt the chest he was leaning against breathe a sigh of relief, he knew he was done for.

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hope you enjoyed! (Told you there would be another main character)

I wonder how poor Wilby will react when he sees his sunshine in Dream’s hands?

as always, get some rest, eat and drink something, and send me things! :)

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nyaagolor · 2 years ago

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Finding SV Character Heights Part 2: Team Star

Yippee-kay-yay. This was originally going to be part of the original post, but turns out these kids cannot and will not stand in a straight line so it took awhile. The jokes write themselves, so now they get their own post

Giacomo: 6'0" Mela: 5'3" Atticus: 5'8" Ortega: 4'8" Eri: 6'6"

The biggest issue I had with Team Star is that they rarely interact with characters other than themselves and have a tendency to stand in blobs or on top of things. The perspective makes it impossible to compare heights, so I had to do a lot of flipping through screenshots to make sure characters were the same distance from the camera. The first one, and the missing link between Team Star and the rest of the cast, was this screenshot where I could compare Penny and Giacomo

Penny: 641 pixels - 61 inches - 5'1" Giacomo: 759 - 72 inches - 6'0" (!)

DJ Vice is a lot taller than I initially expected. Go Italian boy go

Initially, I thought this screenshot would be more useful, but unfortunately three of the five are standing farther back, so I can only use this to compare Eri and Giacomo or Ortega and Mela. Since I only know Giacomo atm, Eri it is!

Giacomo: 315 pixels - 72 inches - 6'0" Eri: 341 pixels - 78 inches - 6'6"

... This felt like it wasn't correct, so I ended up cross-checking it with other photos and got the same number three separate times. Eri truly and really is that big. I fully support Eri's new NBA career

This screenshot is actually helpful for both Atticus and Ortega, letting us kill two birds with one stone. I need to compare Eri to Atticus and Giacomo to Ortega because of the camera distance.

Eri: 584 pixels - 78 inches - 6'6" Atticus: 506 pixels - 68 inches - 5'8" Giacomo: 425 pixels - 72 inches - 6'0" Ortega: 332 pixels - 56 inches - 4'8"

Ortega feels super short, but I actually cross-checked his height with Atticus in the first photo in this post and it gave the same height. He's itty bitty. Teeny tiny!! Eri can carry him around like a little purse dog

Now we're back to this photo to get Mela's height. I'm not including her ahoge thingy bc that adds like 2 inches

Ortega: 224 pixels - 56 inches - 4'8" Mela: 251 pixels - 63 inches - 5'3"

I'm actually floored by how wild their heights are. Team Star boasts the shortest and tallest characters in the game!

Bonus fun facts: - Mela's boots are 2'10" - Clive's pompadour is 1'5" long and 9" tall - Penny's backpack dimensions: The main body is 18" in height, but the width is dependent on the segment. The head is 11" at the thickest point, while the body is 12.5" at the thickest point. The ears are 8" long, 3" wide at the widest point, and an inch thick. The tail is 14.5" long, 9" wide. The black parts of the ears are 2" wide and 6" in height, the eyes are 2.7" in height and 1" in width. Finally the neck ruff is 7" tall and 16.6" wide

#giacomo #mela #atticus #ortega #eri #team star #pokemon sv #mod vex #heights

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sizzlingpatrolfox · 1 year ago

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I don't think Layover did great tbh. Terrible on YouTube (including all his MVs, Tiny Desk, and music show performances), underperformed in the biggest music markets, did poorly on k-charts (that debut was abysmal compared to the other members), predicted for less first week albums in the US than D-Day despite an extra version (but waiting on chart). Here’s a chart I’ve seen floating around Twitter that gives a good idea. Probably need to verify some of it, but I think it’s mostly accurate...

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/F6LDbz4bYAADB7M?format=jpg&name=medium

His fanbases started working really hard on his first week Spotify streams when they realized he wasn’t doing great anywhere else, so he ended up with higher first week streams than FACE and LC, but barely, and most of his streams came from SEA (which isn’t a big deal or anything, but a lot of it was definitely from mass streaming farms). He also had a massive day 8 drop and allegedly way lower than day 8 for FACE. And let’s note that Layover has one extra song instead of an interlude too. He’s also higher on some official album charts, but that’s only because FACE wasn’t eligible because it’s an EP. He had much bigger overall album sales, but we were expecting that with vbar. I think they bought like 840k? So over 1/3 of his sales.

Unless I’m missing some achievements or got something wrong (I haven’t kept up with everything), I think it was a pretty meh debut considering all the promo he did and the fact that he’s “the most popular member”. They only have those first week streams, pretty sure. LMA has had good longevity though, so I guess we'll see. And BTW, they’re saying his hot100 performance was hurt because of DC2 sales being gone, which, sure, but he had 50k Slow Dancing CDs to compensate, way more than LC, and they couldn't even completely sell them out. I think his stans were using VPN to buy on iTunes in the US too because a few days in he went from 1 to 44 on iTunes chart with no explanation and never recovered. Curious what his final sales end up being. I'm not saying he did bad, but I don't think it's really anything to brag about either... I haven't seen a ton of objective people talking about it though so idk for sure.

The spreadsheet is killing me hahahs #dedication. I would like to know the missing numbers and positions, tho! Still, thank you.

I knew about kcharts, youtube, albums, and first week on spotify for the album. I saw some number that I assume included his prereleases, and it really is nothing major considering the first tracks released, and the fact that it had one more song than face. Just five minutes ago I saw that on their 8th day, like crazy (combined) had the same number of streams as Taehyung's entire album??

Sidenote: if there's one thing I was forced to learn this year, is how much difference combined versions of a song can make.

I don't think he had that much of international promo, or at least I didn't see it. I know he's been to A LOTTT of korean shows, and also his promo for pre-releases was already longer than Jimin's, but I think he just comes across as a really uninteresting person so I don't know if people would actually tune in to his music, no matter how many times they see him on TV. He definitely got more than Jimin, that's 1000% for sure, even if we consider the MVs alone; he got the same thing Jimin was denied.

I knew he'd get more albums sales, because past experience. And I knew they'd try hard to stream to break some "records", even if it won't hold up for too long. I also knew he doesn't really have many fans in the US, (I still think Jimin's the most popular member there). I've also been saying since the day I opened this blog that his "popularity" is overrated and he's never really been in the same league as Jimin when it comes to music. I blew off so many people here who would come up to me and try to convince me he was competition to Jimin or better than him in some way.

I guess the only thing I'm surprised with is youtube. I got his tiny desk video on my homepage today (saved it to watch later) and it has less than 300k views.......... It's kinda crazy. I wonder if part of the reason he got his visual album was because his youtube numbers were usually better than everyone else's combined and they believed he'd do good.

Oh, and the songs credits. It's unbelievable to me that he did NOTHING on it. People who work on songs get credits even for writing two words, so I just can't wrap my mind around the fact that he didn't do anything at all.

I'm also curious if they would've restocked the digital CD had it been sold out, but my gut tells me they wouldn't have, or it would've been just one more, and a smaller batch.

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septembersghost · 1 year ago

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Sorry to send this random message, but since you like both elvis and taylor I was curious for your opinion. I've seen people comparing would've could've should've to elvis and priscilla's relationship and that they can't wait for videos set to that when the priscilla movies comes out... saying elvis is like the subject of that song stuns me and breaks my heart, but what do you think?

don't be sorry honey! <3 it's such a complex topic and is often misjudged/weaponized with the worst intent, which tends to be unfair to both of them.

prefacing this with priscilla herself saying, “It’s hurtful, for a man who has given so much, to have others pick him apart. I’ll die defending him and his legacy. Because he deserves it.”

also going to refer to this ask from a few months ago.

okay, to be more blunt than i typically am, their relationship overall should not have happened, for a lot of reasons and both their sakes, but i don't like saying that because it erases the love they shared, cilla's agency, lisa marie's existence (and her children's), and the entirety of the life they shared, and i don't think that's right to do. should elvis have turned her down gently and guided her away when they first met? probably! should her parents have put their foot down and told her absolutely not, in no uncertain terms, were they sending her to memphis, and insisted she move on and continue her normal life? yes. she was an emotional young woman who was head over heels in love with one of the biggest stars in the world, and who can blame her, but she would've gotten over it. but that's not what happened. so we have to contend with what did.

elvis was a complicated, sometimes mercurial, often wonderful, man. he had come through extraordinary and extreme events literally from birth, and certainly in the rise of his star, experienced a certain degree of...i don't want to use this phrase, but arrested development?...because of his unusual circumstances. (no judgment on that, i have talked many times about being frozen at 19 because of what's happened in my life, i really empathize with why certain things were difficult and disorienting for him in my own tiny way, just like i, as someone chronically ill, hold empathy for his health too). he was dealing with what i'd categorize not only as profound grief and loneliness following his mother's death, but also compounded trauma for a number of reasons.

i think about the quote from his costar in follow that dream, anne helm, saying he was still such an innocent, "He was surrounded by a lot of people that took advantage of his generosity. It was a more innocent time. I mean, Elvis was -- how old was he? 24, 25? [Actually, Elvis was 26 when the film was shot in the summer of 1961.] He was a baby, and I was, too. We were very young. As much as Elvis was a celebrity, he was a big kid, he was a lot of fun." he had an inherent earnestness and compassion that was guileless.

one of his contradictions here is that, with priscilla, he also had a paternalistic quality where he was looking after her and doing what he thought was best for her. the people who try to frame this as predatory claim he was abusing her, even though that is not how priscilla characterizes it. he had this need to nurture and be nurtured, and he tried to look after her, but he was far from perfect in doing so since his lifestyle wasn't conducive to some of what she needed. that said, he set definitive boundaries with her for a reason. had he been preying on her maliciously, the end goal would've always been exploiting her in some way (namely for sex), but we know he decidedly didn't do that, that in fact she was very frustrated with him because he refused to sleep with her for multiple reasons, and wouldn't until they were married. by which point she was very much a consenting adult.

guiding her look the way he did i don't think he meant to be controlling or harmful, his approach wasn't inherently abusive, it came from genuine care. everyone knew he was pushing it, but they were in love and sometimes no amount of arguing will defy that. he had conflicted feelings about marriage, but i think he really did desire that security of family and love and home, even though he struggled with the commitment of that, and he also never felt wholly seen, safe, or secure in any of his romantic relationships. (this wasn't unique to priscilla, it's a recurring theme). and tbh a lot of that was also likely rooted in trauma, because that has effects on a person.

it's also relevant to note that it was an entirely different time. outrage on the internet prefers to ignore this, but it's vital for context. it may not excuse their initial connection, but by the time she went to memphis, and certainly by the time they got married, their romance and marriage wouldn't have been that unusual. the age gap discourse has gotten REALLY BAD and utterly flattened in a way that ignores all nuance and all particulars of the human beings involved. it doesn't always equate to abuse. it's unkind at the least and dehumanizing at the most to categorize every dynamic that way, and when priscilla herself refutes it and has never called herself a victim, i am not going to categorize him that way. relationships are vast and unique and imperfect, and sometimes people just fall in love! it's not intended for mass consumption or approval by total strangers, especially decades later.

priscilla herself discusses her girlhood and her growth into womanhood, and how much a part of it he was, how he was often many different roles to her. she mentions her naivete, her feelings of unsophistication, and how she grew into herself.

they both grew and changed. and some of that led them in distinctly different directions. she also mentions how they shared a connection and warmth, that in many ways they found more kindnesses and understanding for one another after they divorced. she, and we, will never know how their dynamic might have continued because his death closed that door forever, but she has grieved and loved him. she's not perfect either, and certainly i don't agree with everything she's done, but i cannot abide vilifying elvis and victimizing priscilla when that wasn't their story. they both deserve better and more understanding than that.

how dare people decide for her that she was deceived or that her girlhood was stolen? how dare people disregard her own words and experience and the love she has for him in such a puerile and vicious way?

taylor's story is HER STORY. she didn't intend for it to be applied to others without their consent, or copy/pasted over other dynamics. what she experienced with john was wholly different. he did take advantage of her in a calculated sense. he did use her youthful worship of him and how enamored she was to manipulate her, and then turned it against her. it wasn't a loving dynamic between them at all - she was in love and he got an ego boost and thought he could also make a conquest. it damaged some of her sense of herself, her approach to sex, love, and relationships, and permanently impacted her in some ways - even if she's healed, she shared that the scars still exist and haunt her. it's nowhere near the same tone that priscilla (nor any woman) uses about elvis. i think it's awfully presumptuous and cruel to decide to boil them down to 30 second fan edits using an extremely raw and personal song written generations later about an entirely different experience.

it's...gross and exploitative, not supportive or sympathetic to cilla. the agenda of it to cut down elvis is transparent. lisa would hate it. i really, really disagree with it and it's just a way to outrage bait. and it breaks my heart too. i know it's going to happen, i'm sure those little tiktoks will be prevalent, but i will not be giving them any credence or attention. i respect them both too much for that, and understand their mistakes and imperfections, and tbh cherish him more as a human, a sensitive and generous soul, and an artist than anyone can ever understand when they try to tear him down.

#sorry this got away from me #anonymous #letterbox #elvis presley #priscilla 2023 #i was a dreamer

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facelessxchurch · 1 year ago

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Oh no I know they already dropped him but I meant why they dropped him. The style of the comic book was very fnaf or maybe a better term would be “kiddie horror” it’s a style obviously meant for children (and possibly also to be done quickly) which despite having a primary audience of literal children I don’t think is what derek wants for the series.

Specially when compared to what appears in the grimoir.

Haha, ok so here is the thing. I put on my conspiracy theory tin foil head in a private chat and was like "imagine if Landy kicked PJ Holden bc he didn't like sharing the the spot light" bc Holden did get to be at some signings alongside Landy and sign stuff too.

But then I watched the Forbidden Planet TV interview and omg I think that theory is actually correct??? I even feel like this interview is what was the biggest reason for Holden to get gone. The interviewer was clearly far more interested in Holden than Landy and you could see how bitter Landy was about it, like, he wasn't hiding it at all.

Here is the link to the interview.

So here are my notes from that interview below the cut bc it got kinda long:

These were written before I got the ask, so I just wrote down stuff that got my attention in the order they showed up instead of just stuff relating to this ask.

Landy's cat is named Groomer. [Fitting]

The interviewer is more focused on Holden than Landy in the beginning.

Holden and Landy were following each other on Twitter but had barely spoken. It just happened that about the time Holden was open for more work, Landy got the OK for an SP comic. So Holden getting hired was a coincidence.

We have it confirmed that the SP comic only got the OK from HarperCollins bc the "Heartstopper" comic was successful and now every publisher wants a comics department. SP/Landy were chosen as their first graphic novel bc Landy already had comic experience writing for Marvel.

"Bad Magic" takes place in the middle of the gap between book 15 and 16. It's a 6-year gap, so that's 3 years after UtE.

Originally the plot of the comics was going to be intertwined with the books. He MIGHT still do that. But for now comic readers should be able to follow the plot of the comics without having to read the books.

Landy is certain the book readrs will read the comic bc "they are hooked".

The interviewer doesn't ask follow-up questions about what Landy just said. Instead moves to Holden and compliments his creature design then asked him how it was to handle pre-establed characters like Skul and Val.

Holden: everybody sees a different version of Skul in their heads since he hasn't really been physically represented apart from covers and tie in merch [aka contradicts himself]. The challenge was making him emote since visually that's harder than just writing it [unfortunately the video did not show Landy's face at that part]. Valkyrie is a harder character to get right apparently.

Holden got little notes for all the monster designs. Apparently, there were histories to each monster but they didn't really get into that. [surprising, I thought the designs were random tbh]

[this segment starts at 23:31] Landy was unprepared for the comic thus Holden didn't get the whole script at once. It's implied Landy was still writing chapters while Holden had already started drawing the pages. So on Landy's request he had to go back and edit previous pages to make "tiny alterations". At some point "they" told Holdens they needed an extra page in every chapter bc they needed the page turn to be on a certain page since they hadn't taken into account that every chapter break would be a page. Landy sent a panicked Email to HarperCollins to suggest putting in an extra page. At that point they were already halfway through. Fortunately they could use a 'moment' from each chapter and expand it over the corresponding chapter break page.

=> AKA the comic was badly planned.

Landy says he doesn't know how well his books sell (in this particular case BD) bc he will be disappointed if it doesn't meet his expectations. He doesn't even follow sport, named the example on refusing to watch a rugby match with Ireland's team bc he doesn't "do disappointment". He "hasn't got a clue how they are doing". [a lie so he doesn't have to disclose the sales are bad? or is he really that immature?]

He thinks the readers have embraced "Bad Magic".

Interviews says their (Holden and Landy) creative chemistry was good and the artworks and designs were brilliant, once again praising Holden more than Landy.

Holden seemed more excited about the comic. It was well visible behind him the entire time and in the end, he showed it off excitingly. Landy did not display such enthusiasm.

Landy was giving death glares every time Holden got attention instead of him. He seemed really unhappy here when Holden tried to include him in the conversation.

I guess Landy hopes rotating artists will prevent the artist(s) from outshining him. But I do worry it will cause him to choose an bad artist on purpose. I could see him tanking his own series for petty ego reasons, believing his writing alone is good enough to save the comics. Not how comics work. Also his writing is shit and gets worse with each new book, so there is that.

#skulduggery pleasant #SP Bad Magic #SP Comic #interview #meta

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ay-chuu · 1 year ago

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Congratulations on 300 followers!! It's really quite a feat, and honestly, you deserve it))

It's my first time participating in a matching event, so I'm kind of nervous and intrigued, but here we go:

I'm an INFP - libra - I like to draw/write/casually watching shows and playing games - I'm really scared of snails and slugs and medical needles- I love the celestial/whimsical night sky aesthetic, fluffy things, glittery and transparent things(like figurines,etc), foods with cheese and quiet places - I hate soggy vegetables and celery, fluffy foods, cinnamon and mean people - visually, I would like someone bigger and stronger than me(which isn't hard since I'm 5'3), also those who can take care of themselves. Characterwise I like people who can take care of others from time to time, stay honest, somewhat affectionate and loyal. Also like someone who could be serious but also silly in the right time. - my pronouns are they/he)

And for the drabble could you please do first kiss?

Thank you so much for the event and once again CONGRATULATIONS ON 300 FOLLOWERS!!

I certainly look forward to your new works!

Hello love, thanks a lot for your nice words <3

I match you with... (っ＾▿＾)💨

JACK HOWL!

The biggest reason I matched you and Jack together is that Jack wants to be with someone who doesn't hide himself when he's together, and you want to be with someone who makes every move you make with freedom when you're together. Do you know the phrase ”I can fight, wear whatever you want"? This is the summary of your relationship with him. There's nothing you're ever afraid to do when you're together.

The first moments you got to know Jack, you were afraid of him because... I mean, who wouldn't be afraid of a teenager who was a 1.95 height werewolf? Yet especially 3.after the events of the season, you started getting quite close and you discovered that there was a big softie hiding himself behind a secret shell. You don't know when you both started liking each other, because it's as if the relationship between you has always existed and was just waiting for the right time <3

The fact that both of you are under the Libra makes you partners in many things. Sudden pucks, different fads and an exotic personality... that's why you don't make each other strange to a fool, and on the contrary, you become more attached to each other. What I can say about INFP and ISFP is that ISFP is more realistic and less imaginative compared to INFP. So you have a complete “lalala” and “okokok” relationship! When you are too harmful to yourself, you take care of each other <3

Some of the moments I've dreamed of for you two: Jack who is buying you tiny glass spheres while you were visiting gift shops together and being shy of it, acting like just a tsundere; daily weather checks to watch the stars together, and romantic kisses shared under the stars <3

The first kiss

There was only 15 minutes to new year when he pushed you from behind and took you to a “surprise” place.

You chose not to question as you walk while freezing through the freezing weather towards the end of the forest with your lover Jack. Jack, he didn't always pull you into a place like that, you knew that, but my god, did he have to do it in this weather?

Still, deep down, you were very excited, because Jack has always been someone who prefers behavior to words. That's why you were sure that the surprise he would make you, the cold he made you feel and experience would change with the warmth that comes with happiness.

Because Jack has always been like this, a veteran and a gentleman. Before you fell in love with him, you always thought he was a rude and burly bully. Because God forbid, the cold you felt when you walked past Jack couldn't match what you're feeling right now.

“We have arrived.” You tried to adapt to where you came from while taking your head away from thoughts with your voice. “I'm taking the bandage off your eye, okay?”

After shaking your head, you felt your lover's hands slowly open the bandage. Blinking your eyes while looking at the air. First of all, even if you thought that the stars were spinning in your head because of the long time you closed your eyes, everything you felt and saw was real.

You have always loved the celestial weather very much, which is covered with the light of hope given by the stars that surround the pitch darkness. Because he used to tell you that no matter how rude and cruel this world is, there is always hope everywhere. Maybe a dream, maybe another universe, maybe a person…

You filled your lungs with a breath of excitement as your eyes examined the stars in the air, one by one, down to every detail. "Jack...”

“Did you like it?”

You felt the warm arms tied around your waist and your eyes filling as you rested your head on the warm chest resting on your back. “Liked it? I fell in love with it...”

While Jack gave a little smile at your reaction, he said, “I hope you haven't been as much in love with it than me”

You wink at him while looking at him sarcastically “Oh, what if I do?”

Jack frowned, pulling his hands away from you while he was embarrassed and blushing. God, he was so cute when he was angry. You turned to him with a smile and hugged him. “Thank you, my love. You're so romantic.”

At that moment, while you are just appreciating the weather and admiring the view, you get out of the magic of the moment with the notification from your phone. 2 minutes. The last 2 minutes of New Year's Eve.

“Sometimes I think I don't deserve you.” Said Jack quietly in a whisper. While looking at him incredulously, for no reason you found yourself whispering too. "Baby, what are you saying...”

Jack was a man who liked to express what he felt through his actions. You were aware that sometimes you did this with strange results, strange rude behavior, quick rejection after praise sentences, and many other examples.

He continued to look at you and your lips with a shrug. "Coldness, rudeness, behavior that a person like you does not deserve...”

But Jack was someone who always communicated what he really wanted to convey, he was always very loyal and honest about his actions in this regard. that's why you loved him.

”But,“ unable to endure even one second of his words as you talk, "These are the characteristics that make you who you are, my dear.” You said, completing your sentence. You licked your lips and looked at Jack's. “And I love you just the way you are, Jack. If the meaning of your actions makes them metaphorical, you don't have to feel sorry for them at all. You are awesome.” You finished talking while also completing your feelings.

After receiving approval with your eyes after your sentences, Jack pressed his lips to you without hesitation.

Because Jack has already relayed the most important thing that could happen to him in the world to you as the first feeling and message to be transmitted in the new year.

His love for you <3

#by.aychu #matching/shipping event!#twst #twisted wonderland #jack howl #twst jack howl #jack howl x reader

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froggy-frogz · 3 years ago

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hey so i was wanting to know if u could do a sdc or bucci gang with an affectionate s/o? either one is fine and can u use gender neutral pronouns pls?

AN: I can totally do both!! Thank you for requesting, I really like doing JJBA :,) Can't wait for Part 6 to come out- Anywayz, you didn't specify if you wanted hcs or not so I just went with hcs, so hope you enjoy!!!

Stardust Crusaders

Jotaro:

- Jotaro's a very emotionally reserved man. There are very few people that he's shown emotion or affection to if any. His mother, his friends, and well, you.

- So when you two started dating, he had to get used to someone who was so dependant on him for love and attention.

- I'm not saying that Jotaro doesn't like showing you attention, because it's quite the opposite!

- Though if you want attention and you're with other people with Joot, he's not going to be so willing. He prefers one-on-one or not at all. The most he'll give you is hand-holding in public, but even then he's hesitant.

- One of his favorite things to do with you behind closed doors is holding you on his lap because let's face it, you're most likely tiny compared to him, and look at him- He's probably so comfy to lay on.

Kakyoin:

- He's not as reserved as Jotaro, and actually prefers that you give him affection in public. Not only does he get to make you happy, but he also gets to send a message to everyone else that you're taken.

- If you let him, and he'll always ask before, he'll gladly braid your hair or give you massages. He's very good with his hands and loves treating you.

- He doesn't mind that you're super affectionate, and he actually prefers it, especially when you two share a bed. He's going to have you pressed against him, his arms around you. Yes, he's not as big or tall as any of the others but you're still a teddy bear for him.

- After the events of Part 3, where he is fine, he's a little traumatized, so he's going to be extra clingy, and whatever affection you give him, he's going to give back to you tenfold.

Polnareff:

- This man, out of the bunch, will be the MOST affectionate. He 6 feet of pure love that he wants to give to you.

- He loves PDA, and will be all smug, even if his friends are disgusted by how lovey-dovey you two are.

- Like Jotaro, he wants you to sit on him, but if you choose to do so, he might get handsy with you.

- Pol does not care in what way you two are touching, but he will always have some sort of grip on you, and not in a bad way! He just loves either holding your hand, having an arm around your shoulder, or having a hand at your hip.

Avdol:

- He, like Polnareff, is very keen on affection. Avdol loves you so much and through his words and actions, he wants to show you just how much he loves you.

- He's not very big of having you on his lap as he finds it a bit uncomfortable as his legs fall asleep pretty quickly, but if you ask him really nicely [or just straight up beg him], he'll cave. After all, you are his sweet spot.

- Avdol isn't the biggest for PDA, but if you want to give him a kiss in public or hold hands, then who is he to tell you no.

- At night as well, he loves to have some sort of hold you. He doesn't have to be pressed up to you, but if you're okay with it, he's just very big on touching you and making sure you're still safe, and with him.

Bucci Gang:

[These are going to be a bit shorter since there are more of them in the Bucci Gang :,)]

Bruno:

- Bruno isn't big on PDA, but he LOVES giving you affection. He doesn't care how clingy or affectionate you are.

- Unless he has to do work for the gang or post part 5, for Giorno. If he's overworking himself though, and you beg him to give you affection or just any sort of attention, he'll probably cave real fast.

- This is Bruno we're talking about, he's probably the softest of the group, and because he is, he's not going to be very good at saying no to most things you ask.

- He prefers to spoon you, but if you want to hold him, he's not going to take much begging.

Abbachio:

- I know, I know, this stone-cold man probably wouldn't like PDA, but I think deep down, he does.

- I personally hc that it's kinda like a 'stick it' to some other certain members of the gang. *cough* Giorno *cough* Maybe cause he's better and has such a loving s/o. Or maybe it's just because he's just too shocked that someone loves him that much to give him so much attention and love.

- He's also very big on cuddling, preferably when it's just you two.

Trish:

- Trish loves PDA, and hell, she's just as affectionate as you.

- She's lost so much in her life, and because of that, she's learned to be thankful for those she does have, so any time that you want to snuggle, or have her hold your hand, she is 100% down for that.

- She loves being spooned by you, and it's a win-win for both of you. She gets to feel safe, loved, and secure and you get to hold her.

Fugo:

- He's going to be a little like Abbachio.

- Not that doesn't mean he doesn't love you or doesn't love the attention that you give him, he just doesn't believe that someone as great as you loves him and wants to show him that.

- So when you finally do get him to give you affection, it's going to start out very slow, you'll have to work you're way up to full-on snuggling with Fugo.

Giorno:

- He's touch starved.

- I mean look at this kid. He has a shitty upbringing and one with very little love or cares for his sake.

- So when you want to love on him, he is 100% down. He doesn't need to beg or ask for it, you don't even need to finish your sentence, he's already by your side, down to do what you want.

- He's not the biggest on PDA though, but he will hold your hand.

Mista

- He's a whore. Okay? He's going to be as equally touchy-feely as you if not more.

- Like Pol and Joot, he's going to have you sit on him, and it's worth it because this man is comfortable as hell. He's like a whole-body pillow.

- Another perk of having a man-whore of a boyfriend is that he's so down for PDA. He'll cover you with kisses, hold you, or your hand, even spank your ass [if you let him, consent matters to him big time]. He also gets a kick from it when it grosses out Abbachio and Fugo.

Narancia:

- Like Giorno, he's going to be so touch starved.

- Please hold him.

- He's pretty big on PDA as well and will be a little childish when giving you kisses. He also loves swinging your hands when he holds it.

- He won't let you sit on his lap, only because you might mush him, though he will cuddle you.

- If you do cuddle him, he's not going to let you go, so good luck going to get up to pee/eat. The only way you're getting out of his clutches is if he gets to come with you or he's asleep.

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charmed [8]: the holiday special (remus lupin x reader)

a/n: there will be 3 different timelines in this one, so buckle up! just pay attention to the years indicated and youll be fine:) i love you guys the most, and im sorry for the long long wait. i cant wait to hear from u guys again

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1977: 1st one is very brief, its 16 year-old y/n crushing on remus at Hogwarts during her 6th year and wondering if he even knows she exists (he does).

1981: 2nd one is the first Christmas y/n and remus spend after the death of Lily and James (very emotional, slightly angsty).

1993: 3rd one is in present timeline, them being at Hogwarts :’)

December 1977, Hogwarts.

Christmas at Hogwarts was truly the most spectacular way Y/N had ever seen the holiday.

In her small hometown, there would be lights everywhere as soon as the month of December came, but Hogwarts was on a scale that couldn’t compare. She watched from her dormitory window Hagrid yank the biggest tree she’d ever seen over his shoulder slowly into the castle. It was incredibly snowy out, and for a second, she wondered how Hagrid managed to find a winter jacket that big. He himself, along with the tree, and pretty much the entire Castle and grounds were covered in a thick layer of fluffy white snow. Nevertheless, Hogwarts maintained a homey and even cozier appearance if it was possible while it slowly got buried under heaps of falling snowflakes.

She decided to join the other 6th-year girls, her friends, for some dinner.

She took the long way down to the Great Hall, wanting to walk through as many decorated scenes as possible. Across most hallways, were twinkling garlands that contained real-life tiny fairies, and some of the suits of armor had been enchanted to sing carols.

Y/N passed by a hallway that had both, humming along to the song that a suit of armor was singing. The sun had set so quickly in the span of a few minutes that the windows were now dim with little natural sun shining through, making the twinkling fairies the main source of light. The hallway glittered in warm white light, the shadows of the lights flickering onto the walls.

Y/N let herself sway slightly. For a second her head went completely void of whatever anxieties she was facing and she let the cheesy, tacky spirit of Christmas joy fill her up.

Out of nowhere, she felt her body ram into another, causing her to open her eyes sharply. They focused and readjusted in the dim light, recognizing Remus Lupin, a boy a year older than her that was often with Lily. A boy that Y/N found achingly adorable, yet never had the guts to hold a conversation longer than a few sentences at a time with…

“I’m so sorry, are you alright?!” Remus apologized profusely, placing both hands on Y/N’s shoulders as if he wanted to make sure she wouldn’t fall over even after she had caught herself in her steps.

“Yeah, yeah don’t worry about it!” Y/N said breathlessly, looking up at him.

In her years at Hogwarts, Remus wasn’t always this tall. If anything, she could’ve sworn at one point around her 2nd year that they were the same height, even with the age difference. He must’ve grown a lot in the recent years. He was now tall, long and lanky almost, his slim figure hidden under his black Gryffindor robes.

“Y/N!” Remus smiled, recognizing her. “You doing well?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. And you?”

“I’m good, thanks, thank you. Um, how are your final examinations going?”

“They’re going good!” Y/N nodded. “Yeah, I had, um, Transfiguration yesterday and I just have Defence last thing Thursday. How about you? I heard your finals are made to mimic N.E.W.T difficulty.”

“Yeah!” Remus answered, running his hair through his hair. It had grown slightly longer since the start of the semester, sticking up a little more. “It’s not too bad though, I wouldn’t worry about them at all if I were you. They’re not too different than the normal ones.”

Y/N smiled, happy to hear that he was doing well in school. “Since when did you have glasses?”

“Oh, these.” Remus said, bowing his head down to take them off. “Yeah, since start of this term actually. My vision’s gotten pretty bad to be honest over the last two years, I blame the O.W.L.s” he chuckled. “I don’t like them, but especially in finals season, I wear them more because my eyes get pretty tired.”

“I like them.” Y/N blurted out. “I think they suit you really well! They frame your face really nicely.”

Remus looked slightly taken aback, but happy all the same, a small blush appearing on his cheeks. He put his glasses back on.

“I actually have glasses too. But I’m like you, I never wear them. I don’t see really well, but honestly I kind of like it? Like these lights,” Y/N gestured around them. “They look cuter blurry, I don’t know, it sounds stupid.”

Remus chuckled, but shook his head. “I know exactly what you mean.” He took his glasses off again. “They become like… even more Christmas-y.”

“Exactly.” Y/N giggled.

They bid each other goodbye, and Remus wished her a happy holiday if they didn’t bump into each other again.

Was I too much with the compliment? Y/N thought to herself, continuing to make her way to the Great Hall. It was normal to compliment someone on a new accessory if it suited them well, right? And man, they really did suit Remus well. His glasses framed his eyes and eyebrows perfectly, adding onto the book-ish charm his face already had going.

Finally, Y/N reached the Great Hall, heart rate slightly higher than what it was when she left her dorm. She joined her friends, but throughout her meal, spent more time zoning out on the dozen Christmas trees planted around the Hall than the conversation that was being had at the table. She looked up at the ceiling enchanted to look like the sky outside, watching magic snowflakes fall onto the table and then immediately disappear instead of melting.

She wondered to herself when she would ever have someone to spend Christmas with. She wasn’t lonely, far from it- she had her friends and family whom were both amazing presences in her life, but she wondered when she’d find the warm feeling of having a significant other to spend the holidays with. To have love warm her up during the cold winter time, instead of it only being the buzz of Christmas lights to do so.

That night, she curled up under her heavy blankets, listening to the cold wind outside howl against the windows as her bed warmed up progressively against her body. Her eyes fluttered shut as she slowly fell asleep to the idea of Christmas lights, mistletoe and hot chocolate. She had some blurry dreams about a certain boy who was tall and wore thin rectangular glasses, and let herself freely imagine that maybe one day, she would have someone to enjoy everything she loved about the holidays with her… to make her feel all warm and fuzzy like this time of year made her feel. Maybe one day.

December 1993, Hogwarts.

“Wait baby, you said we’re going to the Great Hall.” Y/N looped her arm around Remus’ as they walked into a wide hallway.

It was past 10PM, and Y/N let herself loosen up around Remus more, assuming that most students would be in their common rooms at this hour, especially that they were in the middle of their final exams.

She was going to miss her students over the holiday break, most of them were presumably going home, and she could tell Remus was too. He didn’t explicitly say it, but she could tell that over the 3-4 months of the Fall semester, he had grown extremely fond of his students and teaching And, he was a terrific professor as well.

“We are, love, we are!” Remus held Y/N’s arm tightly around his. “I just wanted to take the scenic route, that’s all. Today’s a special anniversary.”

“Our anniversary’s not until spring-“ Y/N scrunched her nose, peering at her husband confusedly through the lenses of her glasses.

“Not our wedding anniversary.” Remus tutted. “The anniversary of me proposing to you.”

“Oh.” Y/N melted into a sheepish smile, feeling herself get all warm and fuzzy inside. “Right, we’re December 12th today.”

“December 12th.” Remus hummed, swinging her arm. He smiled.

The suits of armor of this hallway started singing as they entered, and because it was well past evening time, it seemed three times more illuminated as the twinkling fairies were reflected onto every window.

“Aw, I love this hallway.” Y/N sighed happily, taking it all in.

“Me too.” Remus said, glancing at the glittering reflection on Y/N’s glasses frames. “Here.” He paused, turning towards her.

He gently pulled Y/N’s glasses away from her face, and up to rest them on the top of her head. She giggled, taking in the sight of the lights that had become just a tad blurrier and fuzzier.

“More Christmas-y?” Remus asked, looping her arm back with his as they took another step forward.

“So much more.” Y/N scrunched her nose at him, glancing at him gleefully before turning to face forward again as well.

The two Professors walked, keeping an occasional eye out for any wandering students that could spot them, down to the Great Hall where they enjoyed some cookies and warm milk that Remus had the house elves make for them, underneath a dark ceiling with shimmering magic snowflakes falling down upon them. In the coziness of the Castle and the moment, it was hard for them to ever remember a time where Christmas didn’t feel this warm.

December, 1981.

Y/N had never felt so cold. Sure, the windows of her apartment were iced shut, all the lights of her room off and the fireplace left untouched, but nothing of this December weather compared to the iciness in her heart. The skies were clear outside, which was the worst kind of winter day. At least when it snowed, there was a lightness in the air from snowflakes floating on their way down to the ground, buildings and trees getting an air of being wrapped under a white wool blanket.

This was the worst kind of December day. All of outdoors painted the same shade of grey of Y/N’s cold bathroom tiles, temperatures beyond sub-zero that left one’s skin burning. It was the worst, and it was also the best. What could be possibly worse than the utmost icy gloom? Carols. Fluffy, thick stockings people were beginning to fill. Shades and shades of dazzling ribbon and glittered wrapping paper. Presents. Christmas lights, warm, fuzzy and blinding Christmas lights that Y/N once adored more than anything else. Now, they made her want to throw up, because nothing in her life could compare to something half as bright as them. Nothing.

While the entire wizard community rejoiced and was preparing for probably the biggest holiday celebrations anyone had seen in years to toast to Lord Voldemort finally being defeated, Remus and Y/N had been thrown into the deepest waves of grief. Within 24 hours of Halloween night, they managed to lose every single person that was dearest to them except for each other; James, Lily, and Sirius.

November was usually the gloomiest of all the months, but 1981’s was deafening. Chilling to their very bones. And that’s what Y/N and Remus were left to, feeling the hollowness of their loss eat through their flesh until it reached their spines. And yet, they had each other, which was multitudes better than what she was feeling now, Y/N realized.

It was by far the most tumultuous month their relationship had ever faced. Never before had they leaned on each other the way they were forced to after the death of James and Lily. They spent a month on complete auto-pilot. There were some days, that they didn’t speak to each other at all. Whatever shells of human beings they felt like, they still spent every night of November falling asleep next to each other, their grief wrapping them together in a sick sort of empty embrace.

Until December came. On the first of the month, Remus left. He brought it up in the morning, when he and Y/N were having a small breakfast. It was a sign of a good day, because on a bad one, one of them wouldn’t get out of bed at all, let alone be able to boil water for tea.

“What do you mean you’re leaving, Remus, like what… does that mean exactly? Leaving.”

“I just… I feel like I need some time purely to myself. I feel like… I need to process some things on my own.”

Y/N nodded, raising her mug of tea to her lips because she couldn’t conjure up a response to that.

“Okay.” She finally mustered. “I understand.”

They sat a few minutes in silence, before Y/N set down her cup rather loudly, pursing her lips as tears began to fall from her eyes. She winced, tensing up her entire face as words failed to describe the imminent wave of pain that was approaching inside her chest.

“I’m sorry.” She choked.

“No,” Remus grimaced, taking quick short shallow breaths in before he began crying as well. He reached forward to cradle Y/N’s head, bringing her towards him to press his forehead against hers. “Please, don’t cry.”

Their two heads against each other’s felt hot, as tears fell onto both of their laps.

“I’m so sorry.” Remus sobbed, rocking their heads gently as Y/N clutched onto his hand that was in her hair.

She squeezed it tight as they both cried, only letting go when both of their bodies gave out and decided they had no more tears left. She pulled away, wiping her swollen eyes to take Remus’ warm chestnut ones in.

“I’ll miss you.”

Remus shook his head, reaching with both of his hands to wipe away some of the tears stuck between Y/N’s eyelashes.

“No one will have ever missed someone the way I’ll miss you.”

A minute in silence passed. Was the death of their friends going to be the end of their relationship as well?, Y/N thought.

“Are we-“ She gulped. “Are we going to-“

Remus took her hand, bringing her knuckles up to his lips. Y/N took that as him not having an answer, which was even worse than a “yes”.

They spent the rest of the morning packing Remus’ things before falling asleep together on the couch, Y/N holding onto him the tightest she had in a while. She had spent time apart from Remus before, but never like this. Never for an undefined time, and even less, never ever unsure of whether he matched the unconditional love she had for him. But, grief brought out the most terrible parts of life, and people, and she would never imagine stepping in the way of any healing he felt like he must do.

Remus held onto Y/N tight and only after he felt her relax in his arms for at least an hour did he get up and make his way out of her apartment. By early afternoon, he was gone.

Little did Y/N know was that Remus had thought Y/N’s full question to him was “Are we going to be okay?”, and he was so overcome with emotion from it that he had to bring her knuckles to his lips in a gentle kiss to try to show that she was the reason in the world he believed everything and anything would be okay. He just needed some time.

The night of December 1st, Remus checked himself into an inn. He crawled into bed, but even after hours of laying in it, the sheets felt cold. With a flick of his wand, he turned on the fireplace. He slowly drifted off to sleep, not too sure whether he liked the sounds of the crackling wood or whether he liked that they would make Y/N fall asleep faster.

The morning of the 2nd, he took out two mugs and was half-way through pouring milk into one of the teas before he remembered Y/N wasn’t actually with him. He ended up drinking both of them, one the way he liked it, with a little sugar, and the other one how Y/N usually drank hers, with a bit of milk. He spent the day scribbling away, attempting to write letters to James, Lily and even Sirius in hopes that maybe writing would bring some catharsis to him. He went to bed with the fireplace on.

He spent the following few days like this, only he started making just one mug of tea for himself. His letters to his late friends were slowly starting to change. At first, he wrote of their most cherished days as a four-piece at Hogwarts and how he would never forget how their friendship changed his life. As he wrote, the feeling of overwhelming gratitude he had in his teenage years found place once again in his chest, as he detailed every single one of their adventures and shenanigans he could remember.

Slowly however, Y/N began to creep in between the lines he wrote. Some entries destined to James and Sirius didn’t even involve them at all.

“You know what’s funny? James, you’ll tell me if it’s the same for Lily- I find makeup so confusing. Like hair products I get, I mean I think Sirius has the largest gel and mousse collection I’ve ever seen a person possess, but makeup almost seems sort of… useless? I find it fun to sit in the bathtub sometimes when Y/N does her makeup so I can keep her company and after about a dozen different little bottles and jars, she turns to me looking absolutely the same. Not actually absolutely the same, obviously, I notice the little shade of blush she puts on her cheeks, and sometimes she puts a little sparkle on her eyelids… But the way she’ll look at herself in the mirror afterwards, I wish she would do so at any time of the day. Even without makeup on, you know? Because the way I look at her surely doesn’t change.”

By the 8th of December, Remus couldn’t stop writing about Y/N and yet, he couldn’t muster up the courage to write to her. He decided to go to Godric’s Hollow, the first time he’d be going alone since his friends’ death.

A picturesque quaint little village, he found himself finding pieces of Y/N in everything he saw. The second he stepped foot on the cobbled roads and spotted the cottage-like houses, he knew he was done for. It looked like the inside of a Christmas card, the kind Y/N always chose to send out each year. As he made his way to the cemetery, he passed by a small Christmas decorations shop, filled with bits and bobs he knew for sure Y/N would go crazy over. His personal favourite were nutcrackers and he remembered the miniature one she got him last year. It was really nice, hand-made with bright red and emerald paint. He had kept it on his bedside table well into February that year.

A part of him remembered how excited he was to spend the holidays with Y/N again. Before her, he had never paid any mind to the season, mostly because every month of the year he had to pay attention to the lunar cycles, and the moon made no exceptions for Christmas. Once he met her however, he had no choice but to become enamored with the holiday, because quite frankly, he had never seen anyone as obnoxiously obsessed with it as she was.

He was broken away from his small mental Christmas bubble once he realized he had arrived to the cemetery, stopping dead at the entrance in front of the rows of tombstones. Cold, harsh reality hit as he made his way to James and Lily’s.

Seeing his friends as a grave in the ground was chilling. It left a stone in his stomach he couldn’t quite digest. His eyes stayed focused on their names, engraved onto the tomb.

Letting out a quiet gasp, he fell to his knees, the chilly air entering his chest not comparable to the one he had been carrying in his stomach.

Warm tears flowed down his cold cheeks, as he dusted off the snow from James and Lily’s tombstone. He pressed his forehead against it.

“God, it’s so terrible out here, Prongs. I’m so lost.” Remus whispered. “And now that you’re gone… that everybody is gone… I just can’t…”

He gulped.

“I’m so scared. I’m always scared, but now it’s unbearable. I-I-I left Y/N. And I fucking hate myself for it, just hearing me say it out loud makes me want to get sick, but it’s back to where we were at one point, no? If I let… if I let her be with me, danger will always follow her. I can’t offer her the safety she deserves, and fuck, she deserves so much…”

Less than a hundred miles away, was Y/N, on her knees as well. It was one of those evenings where she couldn’t bear numbing the pain down with sleep. She was wide awake, and very drunk.

“God, I’m so mad right now.” She mumbled, throwing another plate against the wall and watching it shatter. Her roommate repaired it with a flick of her wand, rubbing Y/N’s back soothingly.

“Mad at him?”

“No, not mad at him. Could never be mad at Remus. I was just thinking- you know what crossed my mind today?”

“What?”

Y/N sniffed. “How scared he was when we first fell in love to even admit that he was in love with me. It was the stupidest thing! So stupid! I’m not saying he was stupid, but it frustrated me so much. There we were, I was fresh out of Hogwarts, and we were just falling head over heels for each other, I mean nothing had ever felt more natural… or obvious. And he didn’t let himself open up to it, the idea of us. And there was one night, I cried so much to him. I just didn’t know any other way to break through to him to let him know how much I love him.”

Y/N’s roommate Chloe hummed, watching her friend with sorrowful eyes.

“I should have told him more often… he’s the safest feeling I’ve ever known. I’d walk through anything with him, because if we’re together, it never feels like anything is truly worth being scared of.”

December 10th. 2 weeks until Christmas Eve.

Remus woke up and thought to himself, why not try to get a tiny bit in the spirit? His room had a record player and he found a disc to borrow from the innkeeper downstairs.

“The snow's comin' down

(Christmas) I'm watchin' it fall

(Christmas) lots of people around

(Christmas) baby, please come home”

Remus stepped out onto the street, boots crunching into the fresh layer of thick and sticky snow. Feeling snowflakes fall upon his head, he wrapped his scarf tighter around his neck as he Disapparated, landing in the grand lobby of Gringotts bank.

Today was the day he would go get his part of James and Lily’s will, he had decided in the morning. He had no idea what was in the air, but this morning, he felt lighter.

He waited in line until he reached the table of goblins, and after magical identification, he followed another one down to 687. Remus was slightly surprised at the whole proceedings, yet this was James and Lily Potter. They trusted Remus with their lives, which included him going into their vault himself to retrieve what they had left him.

The goblin opened the vault after a rickety cart ride, and the will was what came first to Remus’ attention.

He picked it up with shaky hands, trying not to imagine what his late friends were anticipating while writing it. Finally, he reached the section destined to him.

“To Remus John Lupin,

Our dearest, darling Moony. We naturally leave Harry most of our money, should anything happen to us while he is still young and cannot make a living for himself yet, but to you, we also leave a small sum. We hope you use it to your kind soul’s content, as you deserve it most to honour your heart’s deepest truest wishes. I will personally haunt you from the afterlife if it’s not to marry Y/N”

Remus let out a wet chuckle and wiped the tears that had fallen, imagining Lily taking over and crossing out what looked like James’ handwriting with her quill.

“The church bells in town

(Christmas) are ringing in song

(Christmas) full of happy sounds

(Christmas) baby, please come home”

Remus left Gringotts with his head spinning. James and Lily had left him money, and they were hoping it would be to start a life with Y/N. Sure, they joked all the time when they were alive, asking when Y/N and Remus would get married, but Remus kept pushing the idea to the back of his mind. He always told himself he had time.

Truthfully, Remus himself knew very early on that he wanted to marry Y/N. From the very first time he brought her home to his parents, he knew that she was the woman he wanted to call his wife. It was like a principle in his head, a steady belief that somehow became clouded the more time he let pass.

He knew his friends wanted to see him happy, and he knew now that they would see: nothing else would make him happier than being with Y/N.

“They're singing Deck The Halls

But it's not like Christmas at all”

He walked onto a commercial London Muggle street that intersected close to Diagon Alley, the busy sights and sounds catching his attention.

The hustle and bustle of people preparing for Christmas was impossible to ignore, as groups of people rushed from store to store, others carrying skates over their shoulders surely on their way to a nearby skating rink, and some peering at the whole scene from the tall windows of coffee shops, where they sipped warm mugs of cocoa and found refuge from the snow outside.

“Cause I remember when you were here

And all the fun we had last year”

Remus found himself planted on the spot, in the middle of the street. His heart ached. Here he was, in the center of the most festive space in all of London, and he couldn’t feel any of it. It all just felt wrong. Incomplete.

Even when he looked the gigantic tree in the middle of the square, lit up from bottom to top, he felt himself longing for more. He watched the lights shine, as he whispered to himself, “It’s not like Christmas at all.”

“(Christmas) you should be here with me

(Christmas) baby, please come home”

And all of a sudden, and all at once, he straightened up. All of a sudden, it made no sense that he was here. His physical presence made no sense at all to him anymore. Breaking into a run, he sped towards the nearest quiet street, his long legs threatening to trip over themselves. Once any Muggle was out of sight, he Disapparated with a crack.

The apartment door opened a few seconds after he knocked on it, but the face that came into his vision was not the one he was anxious to see.

“Hi Chloe, is um-“ He said, panting. “Is Y/N home by any chance?”

“Oh no…” Y/N’s roommate crossed her arms. “She left an hour ago.”

“Left? Where?”

“Well… She wasn’t sure if she would be seeing you for the holidays, and she didn’t want to write to you because she was scared of bothering you. But she was so miserable without you, Lupin, she really was, so she decided to go home to her parents two weeks early.”

Remus let go of the side of the door, looking around him exasperatedly.

“Bloody hell, I feel awful. How did she-“

“You can still catch her!”

“I can?”

“She decided to go by plane and she only left for the airport an hour ago, so her flight might not have taken off yet.”

“Okay!” Remus clapped his hands together, feeling in his pockets for his wand. “What airport?”

“London Heathrow!” Chloe bellowed into the hall as Remus was already halfway down the stairs.

“Thank you! Happy holidays!” He shouted over his shoulder before Disapparating.

“They're singing Deck The Halls”

Remus prided himself in being a very organized person, nothing he did usually quite as un-calculated and unplanned as what he found himself doing right now.

Apparating at an entrance of the airport, he startled a few of the travelers nearby, who must have been so confused whether they hallucinated a man appear out of thin air or not.

“Sorry, sorry, just lost my balance.” Remus chuckled nervously, rushing past them. “Excuse me.”

Taking in the vastness of the airport, he pressed his glasses against the bridge of his nose, quickly scanning his surroundings. Travelers, stands, huge Christmas trees. A huge black bulletin board in the middle of a baggage checking area.

“But it's not like Christmas at all”

He zigzagged his way through people towards the board, eyes scanning the dozens and dozens of flight codes. He looked for an Ottawa flight, knowing that Y/N’s parents had moved to Canada in the middle of her time at Hogwarts.

Gate 78. And there was a small green sign next to it, indicating that they had already began boarding. Shit.

Remus broke off in a sprint, muttering a Confundus Charm under his breath to break past security, apologizing profusely over his shoulder to the stunned and indignant travelers who took sight of him.

“Officer?!” A man tapped the security guard on the shoulder roughly. “Can you let us pass quicker too, then?”

The security guard gave a confused grunt, as if he had just woken up from a nap, and proceeded to gesture to the line to advance one by one through the metal detectors.

Hurdling his way through the duty-free shops, Remus caught an earful of a familiar song.

“Cause I remember when you were here”

This would have been so much easier if he could use magic freely, but yet again, there wasn’t a really explicit spell to locate a human being. He could cast his Patronus, but that would be breaching quite a lot of Wizarding laws, so Remus stuck to running.

Gate 73… 74…

“And all the fun we had last year”

It wouldn’t be the end of the world if Remus missed Y/N. He could always send her an owl once she got to her parents’ place, but then he would have to wait to see her again, and what if she got tired of waiting for him and decided to ignore his letter? What if something happened to the owl along the journey and the letter never made it all the way to Canada? No, he would never be able to sit with himself, he needed to see her today.

“(Christmas) baby, please come home”

75…

“This is the final boarding call for passengers on flight 372A to Ottawa. Please proceed to gate 78 immediately. I repeat. This is the final boarding call for flight 372A to Ottawa. Thank you.”

“Please”

76…

“Please”

77…

“Please come home”

“Y/N!”

There stood Y/N in line, with a small suitcase in hand, four people in front of her. She turned around quickly, not believing her ears at the sound of an all-too familiar voice.

There stood Remus, panting, hair tousled, long coat half unbuttoned.

“Remus?” She blinked in disbelief that he was actually here. “What- what are you doing here??”

She turned to the passengers in back of her, motioning for them to pass her as she left her place in line.

Walking up to Remus, she didn’t quite know what to do, caught between being stunned versus wanting to hug the man she had gotten so used to being beside for the last few years.

“Y/N.” Remus said again breathlessly, smiling shakily. He was a bit overwhelmed to see her again, despite having seen her every day in his imagination. It was her. In the flesh.

“I’m—“ Remus stammered, shaking his head. It was almost overwhelming to try to piece together the emotion he held in his chest into words. “I’m sorry, for kind of barging in on you like this, I know you have a flight to catch, I-I just.. I just really needed to tell you this. Before you leave, because I wasn’t sure when I would see you again.”

“It’s okay,” Y/N smiled the widest she had in days, gentle eyes meeting Remus’.

Half of the airport gate was looking curiously, but neither of the two noticed.

“Okay, um.” Remus said, scratching the back of his neck. His glasses fogged up, causing Y/N to giggle and she reached up to take them off for him.

“Thanks.” He chuckled, letting her keep his glasses in her hands. “I was just outside Diagon Alley today. In this Muggle square, I don’t remember the name, but there were these huge trees, like half as tall as buildings, and these shops that were so thoroughly decorated with Christmas decorations… and it was all so beautiful. And yet, yet I couldn’t see any of it. In my heart, I couldn’t find any of it beautiful without you there. The small, red painted mugs people in cafés were drinking hot chocolate out of, or those stringy light things.. that people twist around sprigs of holly that you’re obsessed with…”

Y/N let out a small laugh, sniffing and wiping the tear that threatened to spill over onto her cheek.

“And it’s not just Christmas. It’s everything. Everything is beautiful, but it’s you that helps bring it out. For me. And I know you’re on your way to see your parents, I’m really really last minute, but I needed to tell you, I never wish to spend this much time away from you ever again—“

He was cut off when Y/N pulled on the front lapels of his coat, tugging herself to him and locking her lips in his in a searing kiss.

“I missed you so much,” Y/N said when they finally pulled apart, not able to say anything afterwards because Remus wiped away her tears with his thumb, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her once again.

Finally, they broke apart a second time, only to the sound of people clapping. They turned their heads around to find passersby and airport staff applauding at the scene they inadvertently created.

They both laughed, Remus turning red and Y/N hiding her face into his chest.

“So… will you please come home with me?”

Y/N nodded, still laughing and crying simultaneously, accepting another kiss from Remus as he wrapped his arms around her, praying to God that he’d never lose this feeling.

“What about your flight?” He asked.

“I’ll call my parents on the telephone, I think they can ask to reschedule it.”

“Okay, okay.”

Remus hadn’t felt this happy in months.

“Here, hang on to those for me love,” He said, nodding at his glasses, as he took the suitcase handle from Y/N’s hand.

The two slowly made their way out of the airport, unable to stop smiling their biggest smiles possible.

“So, I went to Gringotts.” Remus hummed, one hand steadily pulling her suitcase.

“Oh, did you really? How did that go?” Y/N asked, looping her arm with his free one, his glasses safe between her fingers.

“I’ll tell you all about it at home.”

December 1993, Hogwarts.

“Rem, come look at this!” Y/N called out once she saw her husband walk into the teacher’s lounge.

Remus stopped, setting his briefcase full of papers down, as he took in the sight of his wife, in an emerald green sweater, waving at him and standing right under a sprig of mistletoe.

“A student from first year made me this Christmas card, with holiday greetings—“

Y/N didn’t finish her sentence before Remus approached her, cupping her cheeks in his hands and planting a chaste kiss on her lips that were still curled up in a smile.

“What are you—“ Y/N giggled pulling away slightly before following his eyes and looked up to see the mistletoe. “Oh!”

She kissed him again, melting into his warm embrace before they both broke apart, startled by the sound of clapping.

By the doorway stood a group of Professors, all returning to the lounge after a rush of exams, with Albus Dumbledore at the front, grinning cheekily from underneath his beard.

“Merry Christmas, Professor Lupin!” He let out a soft whoop, Professor Sprout chortling at his side.

Remus went red, Y/N laughing along with him as she hid her face in the scarf he was wearing to conceal a fresher scar found on his neck.

December 12th, 1981.

It had been two days since Remus came to find Y/N at the airport, and it was 2 days of pure bliss.

Only love would enable one to hurt like this, and finally, since October 31st, Remus and Y/N felt like they had something to look forward to in life again.

They were enough that Y/N’s roommate Chloe left early the morning of the 11th to stay with their girlfriend, so they had the apartment all to themselves. However, this was only after Remus got a thorough laugh out of Chloe, who spared no details when recounting their version of events the night of the 10th when the couple returned home.

“You should’ve seen him, Y/N, I didn’t even have time to make fun of him— when I saw his face, the look on his face, I mean I thought he was going to die or something.”

Y/N laughed loudly along Chloe, looking incredulously at Remus, whose lap she was sitting on. Everything felt normal again.

“Chloe told me you had left! I did not know what that meant, I mean I would’ve started with the fact that you were at the airport.” Remus chuckled, pulling Y/N closer to him as she began to slide off from laughing.

They had spent the following days catching up, making up for lost time. They talked about what they did during their time apart, about James and Lily. They laughed, they cried, and they made a lot of love.

“Honey? I’m home.” Remus said, sliding off his shoes as he entered the apartment with a few bags.

They had spent the whole day of the 12th in bed, and Remus went out to get food and groceries when Y/N had fallen asleep in the early evening.

“Hi,” Y/N mumbled, rolling over in the blanket Remus had covered her with before he left. “What took you so long? I missed you.”

“Oh, I just had to get some things…” Remus quietly pulled out a bottle of champagne, hiding it in the back of the fridge before walking over to the couch, planting a kiss to her forehead.

A few hours later, after they ate and fooled around some more, they found themselves lying on the couch, naked bodies intertwined under the same blanket.

“Let’s go skating.” Remus said.

“Now?” Y/N asked.

“Yes!” Remus sat up, looking over at her excitedly. “Look love, it’s snowing, and it’s dark, we’ll have the whole rink to ourselves.”

Y/N sat up, giggling slightly. “I never know what to expect from you, Moons, I swear to God.”

“Great!” Remus said, accepting a quick kiss from her, before swinging his legs over the couch. “Layer up darling, it’s cold outside.”

A few minutes later, they were out the door, bundled up from head to toe with their skates in a bag. With Y/N hanging onto his arm, Remus Disapparated to the skating rink he had visited an hour prior.

It was in fact, empty, but Y/N didn’t know that it was because Remus had placed some charms on it for it to look like a dirty abandoned snow hill.

The two skated, doing all sorts of laps around the rink that was harshly lit from Muggle lamp posts. They illuminated the bright white of the ice in the midst of the pitch black December night.

Remus and Y/N laughs’ reverberated as they spun, slid, raced across the ice together.

Y/N was bent over in two, cackling at Remus’ attempt to do a figure skating pirouette, which ultimately ended up in him landing butt first on the ice. He spurred Y/N on, then trying to get up but faking a fall onto his all fours.

“Remus, stop!” Y/N gasped, tears filling her eyes from the heavy laughter. “Stop, I’m gonna pee myself, get up!”

Remus made no motion of getting up from across the rink, hands in his pockets.

“Rem, get up…” She sniffed, her laughter dying down.

She skated his way to him, bending down and putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, you okay?” She asked in concern, lowering herself down to the ice as well.

“Yeah, yeah, just let me get up.” He said.

Y/N nodded, slightly perplexed. As she straightened up, a ceiling of small lights illuminated the sky.

“What the—“ She said, raising her head to see that strings upon strings of fairy lights floated in the air high above them, creating the illusion that they were under a million stars. “What the—“

She was cut off a second time, this time bringing her hands up to her mouth to cover her gasp when she looked back down to Remus.

He had placed himself on one knee, holding a ring in his hands. It was Remus’ grandmother’s, and it was a perfectly round white pearl, taking shape of the full white moon.

“Rem, w-what?”

“Y/N.” He smiled, panting in the cold air as he looked at her through glossy eyes. His cheeks were red from the cold. “I know, that this might be a little unexpected, I know, in the past, I’ve always been so scared. But I’m not anymore.”

He held back a tear.

“You are, single-handedly, the best thing that has ever happened to me in this life I have known. Heaven sent, you are beyond what my greatest wishes have ever hoped for. I have known no one like you, and I have loved no one like you. You have been light, you have been sun, and if this year’s taught us anything, is even in darkness, you are home. My life is nothing if I can’t walk it alongside you, and I feel like I’ve been rambling a lot,” Remus let out a breathless laugh, “will you marry me?”

Y/N cried out a hearty ‘yes’, Remus standing up on his skates and catching her in his arms as the two wept, warm tears melting their faces.

They spun together on the ice, and through the tears, they fell together to a dizzying, dazzling sight of Christmas lights above.

December 1993, Hogwarts.

Y/N crawled into bed, slipping her engagement/wedding ring off her finger and laying it on her nightstand. Since it didn’t look like a traditional ring, with the creamy white pearl in the middle instead of a normal cut diamond, she often allowed herself to wear it during school, assuming it wouldn’t raise too much suspicion among the Hogwarts students.

She tucked herself in the blanket, resting her head onto the pillow as she gazed into the window, listening to the howling of the cold wind and the heavy snow hitting the Castle outside.

She thought about all those years ago, how she’d fall asleep to herself during the month of December, dreaming of warmer and happier days leading up to the holidays.

“Goodnight, dove.” Remus said, kissing the top of her head as he himself dimmed the lights, pulling the blankets up.

“Goodnight.” Y/N smiled, turning over to face her husband, crawling up to him to rest her head on his shoulder.

After all these years, she found herself back at Hogwarts, dreaming peacefully of blurry twinkling fairy lights, a brunette boy who wore rectangular glasses, and a swirling Great Hall ceiling with falling snowflakes.

This holiday season felt like nothing had changed, yet things could not have been more different than they were the previous years she was here, at Hogwarts.

i love you guys the most, and im sorry for the long long wait. i cant wait to hear from u guys again. i know christmas has passed but consider this a late holiday present? i might write a part 2???

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