#so.. i hope this is kind of ehat you asked for!!!!

[thecherrygod]

Robot hdb and mechanic/technician kim pt 2, more serious this time

@morphlingunderscore thank you for taking interest in this!!! originally i didn't have too many thoughts about it but.... Something shifted, and last night i couldn't stop thinking about it, sorry if it got a bit too long kdkdkgks i got more invested than i thought i would

Maybe he was made by Dora? As part of a prototype series of robots, i think hdb could be harrys model And maybe she even named harry just. Harry. Bc there was something about him, about how programming, that was faulty but made him special (the skills. They make him too human while not human enough) (also maybe part of his program knows he had a name but it got wiped too, and he is fixated on it, on having lost that. .... It could be kept as part of a letter in a compartment somewhere in his robotic body... Maybe even in his chest cavity... Maybe Kim finds it when having to fix something in there........ No concrete thoughts there, just a vague idea that I'm keeping here.)

At first this would be very interesting, getting herself attached to him (and i feel like it's also the thing that makes Kim so invested in him later down the line)

But. Things keep breaking, he has blackouts (maybe caused by overheating? Maybe the skills cause the overheating and/or short-circuiting?), He keeps messing up his tasks, and his system may not be fully capable of following the classic three laws of robotics all the way through. It gets exhausting, she has better projects to work on, others that can stop being prototypes, more worthy of time and resources, that will get recognition, and get her out of the place they're living in.

And so she leaves, and leaves her old lab and obsolete projects to gather dust never to be used again.

Kim, on the other hand, really just is a mechanic for the most part, but he can really work with any machine, and would know about programming and circuits and everything, having learned about this on his free time.

This interest starts properly after having moved from foster families a few times, and managing to get a mechanic to take him and teach him how it all works, getting his hands on an actual engine,tho hes always been interested even as a child, from what he could find in books.

He has his own garage now, and works on any machine you bring him, from cars to a microwave, anything that helps him pay the bills and allows him to work with things he enjoys. Also doing these kind of household appliance fixes makes him go out in search for any parts that he may need for his job, whatever's cheaper (por straight up free, of you know where to go)

I think that, like in canon, it's thanks to Kim that harry wakes up again. In this case maybe hes looking around for something and manages to shock harry in a way that his body starts right there and then? Idk too much about this kinda stuff and it's late. It could also be noise with enough vibration to make Harry's gears shift again. But as i said idk about machines I'm general nor if that makes sense/is possible)

The rest is basically this: harry helps Kim find parts, either that they can use on him or on other machines. He malfunctions more now bc both of the prevailing issues, the wipe out, and the passing of time, and Kim is willing to fix the parts he can, and understand the ones that seem to make no sense, and this, all this, new, can bring a change to Kim's monotonous life, spark something in him, also be confronted about some of his being stagnant by harry. Also the wipeout isn't a complete thing, this guy would realize Kim likes speedfreaks and would use himself as a radio to play it just to see him have a good time, for example. His skills still work with understanding humans (... Sometimes).

another way of doing this tho would be hay being made for the rcm (still Dora's creation imo). Faulty but good for all the same reasons + this robot will give you a ridiculous list of theories/keep track of evidence/of witnesses) alibis/the things that have no relation to the case you don't want him to remember but still does.

In this case one of his faults could also be in fact his memory, and it being faulty enough it had an almost full cleaning could be from people trying to delete info from it and failing. Or him doing it himself so he feels like he still has a reason for not being discarded by the rcm. And kim could still be part of the rcm but both as a mechanic and a detective, or just mechanic, or just detective on paper but with the knowledge

[flamboyant-king]

Hey babes, sorry I've been dead, but I coulda been literally dead if I had not gone.

I didn't hurt myself and we're still figuring things out. I would love to share but I've already forgotten what I've learned. I hope I get more guidance and time for healing and learning on how to lead my life in a better direction than where I was. But that takes time and effort.

I hope to get some rest, get some support, and get it together. But right now, I don't think it's healthy for me to worry about art in the way I do now. I may not express it here, but trying to maintain my art endeavors/projects while there's so much bullshit going on backstage is not helping me. Especially since I'm not even obligated to do so. But trying to force myself to do something I am currently unable to do will just make me feel worse. I'll follow my dreams and passions one day, but I've been putting off the healing process for years.

So I guess it's better to get better now so I can get the ball rolling again. Why drive on a flat tire?

[cheapshrimpysheep]

For an obey me req- kissing under the mistletoe? Would the brothers even know about it? Would mc have to explain ehat it is? Would mc pull smth to get them under the mistletoe or maybe the other way around? Uou can choose whatever you're comfortablew scenario or hcs, characters too(but I would love it if you could include dia and mammon maybe🙏🙏) and everything else (I know this is terribly vague- I just want some nice holiday fluff tbh💀)

SUMMARY: MC has learned a new trick they can use to make a sprig of mistletoe appear over their heads. And that's what they try to do to the boys they'd like to kiss.

COMMENTS: Considering what's going on, I'd like some fluff too. ❤️ Maybe it was the uncertainty surrounding Obey Me that made it a little more difficult for me to feel motivated to write this, but I really wanted to do it.

I hope you and all enjoy it 🎁

CHARACTERS: Demon Brothers + Dateables = Lucifer; Mammon; Leviathan; Satan; Asmodeus; Beelzebub; Belphegor; Diavolo; Barbatos; Luke (platonic and cute); Simeon; Solomon.

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Kissing

WORD COUNT: An average of 280 words per character.

CONTEXT: You learned a spell to make something small appear and levitate wherever you wanted. Needless to say, you immediately thought of approaching someone and having a sprig of mistletoe appear above the two of you for a kiss.

Lucifer was in his office doing some paperwork as usual. You walk down the stairs and stop in front of him, on the other side of the desk. He looks at you and sees a sly smile.

“And what are you up to?” He asks with a smirk.

“I learned a new trick.” You say and snap your fingers.

A tea cup appears levitating, you pick it and place it on the desk, offering it to Lucifer. He looks at the tea, then at you and smiles charmingly.

“A spell to summon small objects?” He chuckles and smell the tea. “That's what you usually do for me. Did you really make the tea and come all the way here just to give it to me using that new trick of yours? Ha ha. Fine, I'll take a break. As long as you keep me company.”

He drinks the tea, says it was very good and thanks you. You say there's just one more thing left to do and he raises an eyebrow at you, curious.

You snap your fingers and a sprig of mistletoe appears above the two of you. He drags the chair and stands up.

“You mean your reward for the nice break you gave me?” He smiles seductively “So, was this all because you wanted a kiss from me?” He says as he slowly walks around the desk. He comes very close to you and tilts your head with his fingers on your chin. “If you were needy, you could have said so.”

He brings his lips close to yours, but doesn't kiss you. He wants to see you look like you want him. And only when you look at him sulkily does he kiss you deeply.

“Well... I've already gotten a lot of work done, I can extend my break..” He grabs you by the waist, sits you on the desk and continues kissing you...

Mammon had sent you a message asking you to come to his room because he had an idea for some new scheme.

His new idea was to imitate a brand that had just started selling those big calendars with photos, the problem is that he was thinking of making those calendars with sexy photos... of him. He wanted your help because he didn't want to pay a photographer and would rather you photograph him.

You don't like the idea, but instead of simply showing jealousy, you decide to pay him back in kind. You tell him that you recently learned a trick where you can make a sprig of mistletoe appear over your head. You suggest trying this trick on people who look like they would pay to have you kiss them. Knowing full well that his answer would be...

“ABSOLUTELY NOT! Your lips are mine and mine alone!” He blushes when he realizes what he said and how he said it. “Don't ever suggest that again! Even as a joke!”

You come back to the idea of his calendar.

“So, you want the Great Mammon just for you too.” He smiles. “Fine. I'll come up with another idea. But no mistletoe or kisses, you hear?”

“Not even with you?” You ask and make mistletoe appear over your heads.

“No mistletoe or kisses for anyone but me!”

You hug him and he attacks your lips with a burning passion, ignited by your teasing. And if you let him, he'll pick you up and continue your make-out session in his bed.

Levi invited you to watch a new Ruri-chan Christmas special with him in his room.

Parallel to the main story of Ruri-chan saving Christmas, the friend who has a crush on her had told her about the kiss under the mistletoe and was trying to get a kiss from her but kept failing because she was very absent-minded. You hear Levi feel sorry for the friend throughout the story.

“Ahh! It's so frustrating to see his effort, while at the same time not wanting to pressure her, be in vain because he's so distracted.”

“Tell me about it...” You mutter to yourself.

“What? Sorry, I couldn't hear you well.”

“I was just agreeing with you.”

In the end, when the friend was about to give up, Ruri-chan finally notices a mistletoe above them and gives her friend a kiss on the cheek. Levi celebrates, despite admitting that it was predictable that the story would end like that.

You ask if that didn't make him want to go through the same experience and kiss someone under the mistletoe. He blushes.

“W-well... y-y-yes... but I would only do it with you!”

“Then go ahead.” You point up and Levi sees a sprig of mistletoe levitating above your heads. His blush deepens.

“HEY! T-that's not fair! I wasn't prepared! And you planned this!”

“If you don't want to...”

“NO! I mean, I do! I mean...” He takes a deep breath. “Why do you always do this when you catch me off guard?”

He comes closer and gives you a sweet, affectionate kiss. That extends into a loving hug. And if you let him, he'll keep kissing you and cuddle with you in the pillows and blankets you laid out on the floor to watch the christmas special.

Satan was in his room, reading. You knock on the door and he tells you to come in. He smiled the second he saw you. You say you want to show him a new magic trick you learned.

“Really? I can't wait to see.”

You snap your fingers and a bookmark with a kitten's head drawn on it appears levitating.

“Ah, you learned how to easily make small objects appear.” He takes the bookmark and uses it to mark the page of the book he was reading and closes it. “It really comes in handy in situations like this. This is when I lose my pens.”

You snap your fingers again and a pen with a cat paw design appears.

“Ha ha. You decided to show me your new trick with little gifts?” He smiles. “I'm flattered. Or maybe you're just really in the Christmas spirit.”

Speaking of the Christmas spirit, you say that you wanted to use that trick one last time and that it was the real reason you went to see him. He smiles curiously and expectantly. You snap your fingers one last time and a sprig of mistletoe appears levitating above your heads. He blushes and laughs.

“How did I not think of this? Sometimes I forget how cunning you can be. This will be very useful for pranks. But for now...” He holds you by the waist and turns you around to make you lie in his arms. “I must fulfill a tradition.”

And he kisses you gently and softly, before slowly deepening the kiss.

Asmo invited you to his room to try out new makeup and beauty products he bought. You go and after having a spa session, he does your makeup so you can go with him to a party. For some reason, while Asmo was fiddling with your makeup, you wanted to play a little prank on him.

Whenever he turned to pick up a product, you used your new trick to make it appear in your hand and hide it. He thought it was strange that he couldn't find the eyeliner, but it could have fallen on the floor. He started to get suspicious when the same happened to a blush and saw the lipstick disappearing just in time. He looks at you and sees a little smile right on the corner of your lips.

“Hmm? Someone's being naughty~” He smiles “Ha ha ha. Are you the one making my things disappear?”

You admit it and he asks what you're doing. You tell him about the new trick you learned.

“Oh, yes, I remember seeing Solomon use that trick instead of getting up and getting things himself. It’s a very useful spell.” He continues to do your makeup and when he's done he just stares at you. “Your lips look so delicious with that gloss~.”

You snap your fingers and make a sprig of mistletoe appear over your heads. Asmo sees a new shadow on your face and looks up, then looks back at you with a smile and a look of desire.

“How sneaky. It's a shame to ruin your lip color so early, but a tradition is a tradition.” He starts by giving you a sweet kiss, but as always, he can't stop there and deepens the kiss.

You ended up not going to the party because you were having a private one in Asmo’s bedroom.

Beel was working out in his and Belphie’s room. Belphie was probably sleeping in the attic. You knock on the door and hear Beel telling you to come in. You walk in and see him lifting weights, he smiles the second he sees you.

“Hi (Y/N). Did something happen?” He asks. You say no, that you just wanted to show him something. “Oh, so you don't mind if I finish my workout, do you? I'm almost done.” He finishes the workout with the weights and look at you. “Hey, since you're here, can you help me?”

If you accept, he will ask you to sit on his back while he does push-ups. When he's done, he's all sweaty and you hand him a towel to dry off.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Hes smiles. “What did you want to show me?”

You say it was just a new trick you learned. You snap your fingers and a bottle of fresh water appears levitating in the air. You hand it to him.

“Oh, cool! And thanks! My bottle was getting empty already.” He drinks the entire bottle in almost one gulp. “And now I'm hungry. Do you want to come with me?”

You say you just want to do one more thing before that, snap your fingers again and a sprig of mistletoe appears above your heads.

“Hm?” He looks at you apologetically. “Thanks, but I don't think you should eat mistletoe, I know it's poisonous.” But then he realizes. “Oh! Wait! Mistletoe?” He blushes a little and smiles a lot. “The kiss, ha ha. Sorry, I didn't remember.”

He kisses you like it's the most natural thing. But as soon as he pulls away, he licks his lips.

“I also forgot how good your kisses tasted... Can I kiss you more? I can eat later...” The more kisses he gives you, the hungrier they become.

Belphie was sleeping in the attic. You approach him to try to wake him up, but it seemed like he could sense your presence. He slightly opened one of his eyes to look at you and smile.

“Hi, (Y/N)~” He says in that lazy, sleepy voice of his. He stretches out one of his arms, opening them for a hug. “Did you come take a nap with me?”

You say you can join him, but after you show him something. He gets curious and you ask him to sit on the bed. He does and you sit next to him. You snap your fingers and a little cow plush appears levitating. He gives you that lazy laugh of his.

“How cute. Is it for me?"

You confirm and give him the little plush as a gift.

“Thanks. But you know, it seems lonely. Why don't you give it a friend?” He sees that you look a little confused. “Like, I don’t know, a little sheep maybe?” He smiles.

You snap your fingers again and a pink sheep plush appears. Belphie picks up the two stuffed animals and places them side by side on the bed.

“Cute. Now why don't we keep them company?”

But you say there's one more thing you wanted to show him. You snap your fingers one last time and a sprig of mistletoe appears levitating above your heads.

“Ha ha ha. I was actually thinking about doing the same to you eventually. But I'm glad it was you who did it.”

He leans in and kisses you lazily but lovingly. You feel his arms wrap around you and suddenly he pulls you so you can lie down on the bed with him.

Diavolo was in the Demon Lord's Castle, more precisely in an office dealing with some paperwork. Barbatos welcomed you, took you to Diavolo and then asked permission to go and leave the two of you alone.

Diavolo smiled the second he saw you and when Barbatos closed the door he sighed in relief.

“You are my salvation.” Diavolo tells you. “I've been dealing with bureaucracies for Christmas celebrations all day.”

“You should take a break then. Let me try to help with that.”

You snap your fingers and a cup of tea made by Barbatos appears levitating. You carefully pick up the teacup and place it on the desk. Diavolo gives you that loud laugh of his.

“Ha ha ha! Barbatos said he would make me tea. Did you use that trick to teleport the teacup here? I hope he doesn't take it the wrong way. Thank you. But I would like you to join me and there is only one cup of tea.”

A small portal appears near you and above the desk. You just see Barbatos' arms come out of it with a cup of tea and place it on the table. Then the same with a teapot and a sugar bowl before the portal closes. Diavolo laughs heartily again and invites you to have tea with him.

After tea, he doesn't hide his sadness at seeing the time for you to leave arrive. He thanks you for the visit but it is when you say that you haven't done what you came there to do yet. This brings the smile back to his face and piques his curiosity.

You snap your fingers and a sprig of mistletoe appears levitating above your heads. Now not only does he have a huge smile, he's also blushing slightly.

“You truly are a box of surprises.”

He leans in, cups your face and kisses you sweetly and lovingly. The kind of kiss that already misses you.

“Do you really need to go?” He asks after the kiss and puts his arms around you. “I can take the rest of the day off for you.”

Barbatos was taking care of his duties in the Demon Lord's Castle, as usual. You go there and, as expected, he is the one who welcomes you.

“Good afternoon, (Y/N)” He smiles. “It's always a pleasure to have you. To what do we owe your visit today?”

You say you are there precisely to see him and to show him something.

“Truly? Well, I'm honored. And what would you like to show me?”

You don't want to waste too much of his time, so you decide to get straight to the point. You tell him it's nothing special, just a little trick you recently learned. You snap your fingers and a sprig of mistletoe appears levitating above your heads. He chuckles.

“Simple spells can also be charming to watch, and you just proved it. But your choice of object and its position seem to be part of the real reason you came to show me this trick. Am I correct?”

You give him a guilty smile and he chuckles again.

“And you know that it will be my pleasure to carry out this tradition with you.” He leans in, gently holds your chin with his fingertips and kisses you gently and delicately.

Luke wanted to make Christmas sweets from all the three worlds and asked for your help to make sweets from the Human world.

You were helping him in the kitchen and decided to use your new spell to bring the ingredients and utensils to you, also as a way of training. Sometimes you get it right the first try, other times something close but different appears, like a kitchen roll instead of a wooden spoon, or pepper instead of salt.

When you got it right Luke would give you an encouraging smile of congratulations. When you got the wrong object or ingredient, you would both laughed together.

“It was close.” He will tell you with a cute smile. “Try again! I know you'll get it right this time.”

But one of those times, you were thinking about the possibility of using this trick to get a kiss from someone, so you ended up getting distracted while summoning the ingredient and a sprig of mistletoe appeared levitating above your heads instead.

Luke blushed immediately and laughed awkwardly. You give him a kiss on the cheek and he gets even more flustered.

“Hey, but I shouldn't be the only one getting a kiss.” He stands on tiptoe and kisses your cheek back. He's still blushing, but smiling.

Simeon was in his room in Purgatory Hall. You went to visit him and he paused writing a new book to give you the attention you deserved.

“You came all the way here just to show me a new trick you learned? He he. I'm flattered that you did all this just to share something with me.” He smiles sweetly. “Now I'm looking forward to seeing what it is.”

You say it's nothing that special, just a silly little spell.

“It's okay. I'll be happy to see anything you would like to show me.”

You snap your fingers and a quill pen appears levitating. Simeon was surprised. You pick up the quill pen and hand it to him.

“Oh, is this a gift for me?” He gives you a charming smile. “Thank you! The feather is beautiful. I'll test it out as soon as I get back to writing my book. ... No, no, of course you didn't interrupt me. I would stop anything I could be doing for you.”

You say you just wanted to show him one more thing with that trick. You snap your fingers again and a sprig of mistletoe appears levitating above your heads. He laughs and blushes slightly.

“You truly are generous in giving me two gifts: a new quill pen and a kiss from you. I am truly blessed to have you in my life.”

He comes close to you, places one hand on your lower back and the other caresses your face as he looks at you affectionately. His kiss is extremely sweet and loving.

Solomon was the one who taught you this spell and you were training with him in his room. He was enjoying watching you, regardless of whether your attempt went well or not.

The first few times you tried that trick you failed, and Solomon laughed, you just didn't know if it was with you or at you. After you started to perfect your technique he started to congratulate you and tell you that you are doing a great job. You started feeling mischievous, wanting to get revenge for his laughter at the beginning.

You snap your fingers and the glass of water that was on his desk appears above his head. The glass flips over, but he uses an impermeable charm at the last second as if it were the most casual and easy thing ever. He picked the glass to place it safely on the table again and got up from the couch, smiling.

“I sometimes forget how naughty you can be. Hmm? Upset that you couldn't pull the prank on me? Ha ha ha. Sorry, but seeing you pout is really cute. I couldn't resist.”

You turn your back to him pretending to be really upset. He gets closer to you and if you let him, he will hug you from behind.

“Aww, don't be mad at me.” He kisses your cheek. “You wouldn't want me to go too easy on you either, would you? It's so much better to see you actually surpassing me for real.”

You snap your fingers again, he looks up and sees a sprig of mistletoe hovering above your heads.

“Ha ha ha. See? You outsmarted me instead. I really have a great apprentice.”

He breaks the hug and you turn to him. After all that fun he couldn't contain himself and hugged you tightly again while kissing you passionately.

If you dropped in here out of the blue and want to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[darlivory]

can you please talk more about darla's relation ship w her brother's? ( ´∀｀ ) id love seeing ehat kind of family dynamic they have!

HI HII ANON TY FOR ASKING!!! AND SORRY IF IT TAKES TOO LONG FOR ME TO REPLY!! (ᴗ_ ᴗ。)

Darla affectionately loves her brothers, even tho they often annoy her by their behavior. she's the youngest daughter of the Ivory so for common reason luther and randal treats her like normal brothers do to their baby sister. alr maybe not really cause i think Darla’s mental health is older than Randal's and she's more mature than him so usually it's Darla’s duty to keep an eye on him sometimes, luther always trust her to do that or let her wonder by her own as long as she's not in her sleepwalking mode. but when it comes to just with luther, darla usually acts more spoiled since he's the oldest one. these three are very positive with each other, they're also close and platonic to uhm read each other's mind? idk how to explain it to the roots but for example one of them had something to do the others reflexively do what they should do about it. aaaah im so bad at explaining things

i hope this answer your question anon! im reaaaaally bad at making lore sooo my apologies!! (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

(maybe i should draw these three more often)

have a lovely day anon!!! ♡♡♡♡

[kaorunai]

sigh,,,imsick,,,,need,,,,es content,,,,

okay ehat if es x reader who is super nice 2 them. like physically and with words nd stuff okay byebye again

Es x Reader

Summary : finally someone your age.

Note : HIII I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND THAT I PUT THIS IN SOME KIND OF FANTASY AU HAHAHAHAHAsorry! But I really liked the concept and wanted to do it but I think I executed it horribly,, anywhi please enjoy!

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As you pondered around the ballroom, you spot someone that was around your age. They had grey hair and greyish blue eyes, and looked pretty short.

You walked up to them and briefly introduce yourself, startling them a bit. You apologized and asked how old they were, they looked at you weird before you reassured them that you were (maybe) the same age.

They looked at you weird (again) before sighing and telling you what age they were. Your guess was correct and they were around the same age as you!

You held both of their hand out of joy and also cried tears out of joy, while they looked at you with doubt in their mind. You invited them to walk around the garden, leaning closer than you should have.

They stepped back a bit and hesitated, before agreeing to your offer. You squeal in excimenet as they covered your mouth to lower down your voice.

You realized you haven't asked for their name. When asked, they were quiet for a but, before answering. ".. Es. Es is fine." That name sounded familiar to you but it didn't matter now.

You had a friend who was finally around the same age as you! How awesome is that! You smile and take their hand, leading them to the garden of flowers that you so adore.

Es was out of your perspective, but they were a little glad because of it. If you ever saw them smiling at you, you would've definitely teased them for it.

A few months have passed by and both you and Es have grown fond of each other. The two of you were nearly inseparable if anything! Sure there are ups and downs but you both always find a way to make up.

And somehow, Es is a lot more affectionate than you are! Which shocked you at first. Es would always hug you from behind or suddenly hold your hand out of nowhere.

Then they would randomly say "you're the best thing to ever happen to me." Then walk off and pretends it never happened. These kind of things always makes you a little flustered.

So imagine your surprise when you asked Es why they've become more affectionate these past few months, then get hugged by them.

"I don't know. It just felt right." They let go of the hug and held your hand.

"Come on. You said you wanted to check out the garden today." They smiled at you, before dragging you to the garden while laughing quietly.

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Note : I just realized I use 'as you' for first paragraphs a LOT huh, sorry for that

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Vanity Headcanon in response to the previous headcanon: Vanity does such sadistic things, like writing angst, not creating a masterlist, etc. bc of her trauma. Specifically, her doing it is an example of her self-sabotaging tendencies where she holds people to this unattainable standard (finding her fics which is nearly impossible with lacking tags a d tumblr beung tumblr for instance) and then becoming distraught and overwhelmed because of the surplus of her work and simultaneously relieved because of old works she might not be as proud of having a slimmer chance of being found. And then she teases ppl for it, happy that they desire her work and secretly relishing over the slight power she has over them, giving way to issues with control.

Girl, this was one to UNPACK 😂😂 Buckle up bois, we getting into my psyche 😂. Can't wait until I regret being so honest 😂

I reckon I do self sabotage a lot of things. Not so sure if i do with fics 😂 but fuck it, let's get into my mindset on fics 😂

I have a specific adoration for bittersweet angst. Like to be sad something is over with or a reminiscing a memory. If it's a break-up and there's nothing bittersweet about it. Nothing but hurt and I tend not to read it because for me it can fall into being told things are shit but not really going into it. I feel things rather deeply I'd say in life and naturally that comes out in fics. If I have to write something sad like death, I want to express the full thing, the pain, the hurt, the loss and grief and why those feelings are there. Kind of romanticising the everyday moments hoping that one day I can look back on my life and romanticise all the things I have done and who with. Rather than focus on the end goal of feeling successful by how much money I have, what my career was, how many kids I had and where they went to college. All things that was instilled in me at a young age, I want to be able to think. "In this picture, I might not remember how old I was but it made me really happy. In that moment, I was happy where I was and felt loved. I spent time with this person and that was enough." I want to focus more on memories and the connections I make rather than assets. I think that rubs off in my writing and because I'm a sentimental sappy lil shit, it usually comes out in angst.

Should probably throw in that I have mental illnesses and so sometimes it's hard to write about happy fluffy shit that doesn't make me think about what I'm missing, ehat i should be and blah de blah. 👀😂

But yes, my fics are very reflective because I do a lot of reflecting myself with some shitty things that have happened in my life and my pure dissatisfaction of how those experiences have shaped me and my struggles today so you might be onto something with the trauma part 😂

So scrolling back to a blog ago I decided after many many many many years of imagining stories in my head to cope with my struggles that I would put them on the Internet like other people did. I was terrified and made sure my identity was kept hidden. No one would ever find out who I was and those who did know me would never know this is what I do. I didn't even expect to do it very long but this...omg this is the highlight. I didn't think they'd get much attention. When I first did this, I was posting 11 stories a day.

Fast forward to the first time I'm asked about a masterlist...

I'm between 2-4 thousand fics in with no knowledge on how to make them. Vanity isnt tech savvy and half the time technology won't cooperate with Vanity. I'm well into a year or two of doing this.

Now I might be an arsehole for this thinking but that was a big old fuck thaaaaat. I'm working at the time, I have college and a job to hold down after that. It was a big ol' NOPE. Not possible. Plus, it's fine, people will grow bored of me and I'll fade away OR again, I won't be doing this for very long anyway.

I was wrong.

So what did I do? Made a tag system. You want this prat? Search the name, you'll find said prat here with the rest of him.

Then I was made aware that tumblr decided if you so much name drop a prat then said fics WILL BE INCLUDED. This was a problem BUT IM IN TOO DEEP AND NOW OVER 4000 FICS IN.

I'm also becoming aware that people aren't forgetting me. Infact I have more followers than I've ever had in my life and its approaching 1.7k. I have a rather nasty panic attack because it felt like all eyes were on me and i wanted to run like fuck...roughly ten mins into said panic attack, I deleted that blog.

ROLL IN THIS BLOG. Guess what, Vanity still can't make a bloody masterlist. People are screaming at me because they thought the lost me for good and I'm coming to terms with an alarming amount of people actually caring about my fics. But people weren't supposed to! This was just a random person trying to have a fun tome with her imagination that could only dream of people liking her stuff...AND IT WAS HAPPENING!?

But then a new challenger! Ya gal realises that she's written all these fics...and doesn't want them to be noticed but then why have I put them on the Internet for people to see!? Wtf!? Yet I keep going. "Please, don't see this. Please. Come on. Don't notice this." *presses post* "I'm actually shit at writing but it's fun, as long as people don't notice-* *reaches over 100+ notes*

Then the master lists come up AGAIN. She still doesn't understand how to do them and now I'm at 8000. Someone OFFERS to make one and I refuse because that's torture for me to even think of never mind let someone else do that. Live your life babe, I am not worthy of that valuable time.

Now I face intense imposter syndrome that I can't rationalise with. Feel giddy when I get feedback and grow confident to push my boundaries, get insecure and hide back into my hidey hole. Not to mention the constant feeling of letting people down when I don't consistently post and better yet, anything I do write is utter garbage and my supporters deserve better.

So kind of, more of me not knowing how to handle this stuff nor myself so I take it a day at a time and hiss at the thought of a masterlist. It hurts to think about. Like say I go through all the bother of making a bible of masterlists that'll require masterlists for the masterlists and then I have to UPDATE IT ALL THE TIME?

Nah, I have over 60 WIPs jumping around in my brain, I don't have the mental capacity. 😂 I mean I went into this thinking I'd grow out of it. IM STILL HERE AFTER ALL THESE YEARS THINKING "OH WHAT IF I BECAME AN AUTHOR?" Only to be realise I might have exhausted myself with the fanfic writing and even more so the strong feeling no one would want that. None of the characters I write about are mine and that's who the people are here for. Not to mention I DONT HAVE THE CONFIDENCE 😭 AS USUAL.

Ugh, I feel sick just thinking about all of this.😂

I don't think I just do. Writing is the do. Masterlists is the thinking.

props to those who read ALL OF THIS. You troopers, smooches ❤️

[musecharm-writes]

Curiosity Killed the Cat Burglar (Tony Stark X Reader)

ANONYMOUS: You write for marvel? Awesome! Ive always wondered ehat would happen if someone tried to reverse engineer one of Tony's suits just for curiosity instead of evil or money... could you write something where Tony finds reader doing something like that? Thanks!!

Summary: You’ve been training yourself for months for this mission (not even counting the time you’d spent learning all the skills you would need in order to even make it a possibility), and now you’re finally here, so close to what you’ve been waiting for for so long…it almost feels too easy.

You’ve been training yourself for months for this mission (not even counting the time you’d spent learning all the skills you would need in order to even make it a possibility), and now you’re finally here, so close to what you’ve been waiting for for so long… it almost feels too easy.

You’d spent weeks perfecting the software that let you into the Stark Industries mainframe so you could access the blueprints of the ventilation system. You’d taken great lengths to memorise the layout; you could recreate the map flawlessly if called upon to do so. You’d made a backup plan for absolutely anything and everything that could possibly go wrong.

And now that it’s working, it just doesn’t feel right.

As you slip into the elevator, pressing the button that will take you to the floor housing Stark’s workshop with a gloved hand, you have the distinct sensation of being watched. You send an uneasy glance around the elevator and are unable to detect any cameras, but you’re well aware that means nothing; there could be thermal scanners, pressure pads, or even something as simple as hidden cameras in the walls or ceiling. Stark is as sneaky as he is clever, and you’re the last one to underestimate him.

He is your hero, after all.

--

The elevator doesn’t make a sound as it reaches the workshop floor, nor as the doors open with a smooth glide, and it’s equal parts unnerving and impressive. You don’t waste time studying the elevator, though; you leave the elevator car, creeping down the hall until you come to a wall of glass.

All that’s between you and your goal now are a keypad and a shatterproof glass door.

You pull the hacking device you custom built and programmed from your belt and attach it to the keypad. Numbers scroll across the screen until, finally, the security code is displayed in blinking green.

You grin in satisfaction and press the appropriate numbers. The door opens.

You’re in.

You stalk into the darkened shop, padding across the floor without making a sound. You reach up and pull down a pair of homebrew infrared goggles.

Let’s see. If I was a super-genius, where would I keep a high-tech, flying suit of armour?

You see some display cases on the other end of the room -- you’re unsurprised to see that Stark preserves his old suits, considering how attached he seems to be to them -- and are preparing to search for the mechanism that will open the cases, but it’s not necessary; there’s a half-assembled suit laid out on one of the work benches, as though its owner left in the middle of performing repairs on it.

Jackpot! You hadn’t dared hope you would get this lucky; the newest model of the Iron Man suit, just laying there in the open, completely unguarded? This is better than anything you could’ve dreamed of!

You approach the workbench, stepping over and around other half-complete projects that Stark has left scattered around. There are what you assume to be deactivated automated assistants, too, arm-like structures with claw shaped grasping appendages on the ends.

Under different circumstances, you would love to stick around and see what this place looks like when it’s up and running at full capacity. You bet it’s amazing.

You shake those thoughts from your head. Focus on the task at hand, you remind yourself. Your window is incredibly small.

You carefully open the faceplate of the helmet and search for a data upload terminal. Once you’ve found it, you pull your scanner from your belt and attach it to the terminal, activating it. Your heart flutters giddily. You’re so close.

And then, a voice says, “Right, I think I’ve let this go a little too far. JARVIS, lights.”

The lights slowly start to come up. You hastily remove your goggles and turn to find none other than Tony Stark standing at the far end of the room.

He smiles and waves shortly. “Hi. I’d introduce myself, but,” he swirls his finger in a circle, “seeing as we’re here, I’m pretty sure it’s not necessary.”

You’re completely dumbfounded. You have no idea what to do, what to say -- how do you explain yourself?

You came up with a plan for every scenario, except for the one where you got caught.

“Uh,” you begin, “I… I don’t… I mean, I’m not-- It’s not--”

“You, on the other hand, have some serious explaining to do. You could start with who you are, for example, and why you’re in my house, and how in the hell you managed to build a bunch of shit that neutralised my security measures.” He points an accusatory finger at you. “You hacked me. Nobody does that, nobody has ever done that. How did you do that?”

You open and close your mouth, at a total loss for words. “W-Well, um, I… I just did?” It’s a terrible explanation and you know it. You kind of want to dissolve into the floor; this was not how this was supposed to go, not at all.

Stark looks incredulous. “You… just did. Huh. Okay. Well, I just thought I’d let you know I went along with this little charade because, if we’re being honest, I found the concept of someone smart enough to hack Stark Industries enticing. I figured I’d just wait and see where you were going with it. But, since you were just after the suit -- totally boring motivation, by the way, that’s been done like a thousand times by now, what is it, money or power? -- I’m gonna have to see you out now.” He pulls out a wafer-thin, see through card and taps on it. “Jay, let Happy know we have an interloper on sublevel--”

“Wait!” You cry out. “Wait, please don’t kick me out!”

He looks at you, quirking a brow. “And why should I not?”

You fidget awkwardly, feeling a little stupid in your thief getup. “I… I didn’t want the suit to sell it, or weaponise it, or whatever. I just wanted to see if I could… If I could make one better,” you admit, your face reddening.

Stark is silent for a moment, which you aren’t sure is a good thing. Then, he says, “Huh. Okay,” and the way he says ‘okay’ turns it into a four-syllable word. “So, you broke into my house, disabled all my security, and entered my private workshop without permission… because you were curious?”

You nod, a little embarrassed. “Yeah.”

“Curiosity killed the cat, you know,” he says, with a hint of a smile. “Not so sure about the cat burglar.”

“But satisfaction brought it back,” you retort.

“And you’re feeling satisfied with yourself, are you?”

You shrug, starting to relax as you settle into the rhythm of the banter. “I could be. Depends whether or not you’re planning to call the cops on me.”

The hint of smile turns into an outright grin. “And ruin this thing we’ve got goin’ on? Now, why in the world would I do that?”

You laugh. “...Does this mean I get to look at the suit after all?”

Stark makes a show of considering your request. “We can work up to it,” he says. “After you show me what you’re really capable of.”

--

You spend what must be hours down in the workshop -- Tony Stark’s workshop! -- shyly explaining how your devices work, and then you move upstairs to the living room and spread out schematics across the table, trying valiantly not to explode on the spot when the guy you’ve had a crush on since you were, like, ten tells you your craftsmanship and code are just about as good as anything he’s ever seen, which is really saying something.

You’re so focused on trying to seem like you don’t care that much about his approval that when he says, “So, hey, how about next week, we meet up somewhere for a little intellectual conversation over coffee?” you nearly miss it. (‘Nearly’ being the operative word, of course.)

“I… What?”

“Unless you don’t like coffee. We could do lunch,” he continues, and somehow, he almost seems as nervous as you were just a moment ago.

The idea of Tony Stark being nervous to ask you for coffee or lunch -- you, of all people -- is laughable, so much so that it sends all your nerves running for the hills.

“Yeah,” you say. “No, I mean, coffee’s fine. I love coffee.”

He nods. “Good. Good, I’ll see you then. Hopefully this time you won’t break into my house beforehand.”

You fluster immediately at that, stammering, and he waves it off.

“Kidding,” he says. “I let you get in, remember? You’re fun, you’re a good,” he waves his hand as if trying to summon the words from nowhere. “Conversationalist. You grok me.”

You nod.

He slaps his knees and clears his throat. “Welp,” he says, standing up, “it’s been fun, but as everyone in my life loves to remind me, I have a company to run, so as much as I would love to spend the rest of the day talking about fun stuff, I sorta can’t. Walk you to the door?”

“Sure.”

He sees you out, reminding you not to forget about your “little rendezvous next week, I’ll pick you up and take you someplace swanky, my treat.”

You don’t feel nervous about it at all. You just met your idol, and all you had to do was break into his house and try to steal the plans for his top-secret superhero suit.

You can’t wait to find out what he wants to talk about next week.

[queenof-literature]

Hey! Before anything I have to admit I found your stories and I LOVED them! And I just found out you were the author to those fantastic stories! I would love to read, from your perspective, how did our heroes met Wild! Or even better how all of them met! I’m sorry if this is a bother

Thank you that’s so kind! Not a bother at all! Sorry again about it taking some more time. I hope you enjoy!

Two months. It had been two months since a strange man introduced himself as Link and asked him to join him on an interdimensional quest. Because of course he did. The first few days it was just Link and him, and he realized he was the man that guided him on his quest to defeat Ganon, and therefore knew his secret. Link had jokingly taken to calling him ‘Pup’ so he growled and responded by calling him ‘Old  Man’. They stuck with those nicknames for a few days, until they were transported to another Hyrule. There they met the gentle Hero of Sky, as he introduced himself.

Twilight didn’t mention the way Time eyed the Master Sword. This new Link had called them the Hero of Time and The Hero of Twilight. Apparently the sword told him. At first, the newly deemed Hero of Twilight had no idea what he was talking about, then Sky had told them who had forged the Master Sword. Sky himself. And he had joined without a second thought, although he did seem sad when he mentioned leaving his Zelda. And now they were an official group of three, with official nicknames. The very night they found Sky, they were taken to another new Hyrule. Hylia wasn’t wasting any time, it seemed. 

Finding the next heroes was much easier. Apparently Time had had a hell of a time finding Twilight. Sky’s Master Sword seemed to whisper to him when they got too far off track, leading them through deadlands and tall trees. There they found the Hero of Hyrule. He was sweet and shy, not quite knowing what to do with his hands when he talked to them. It was obvious his Hyrule had suffered and he had grown up in the scars Ganon had left on the land. He joined, although he looked at all of them wearily. 

The next had been the Hero of Legend. Twilight thought he was an asshole. He was snarky and blunt and rude. Twilight had a hard time keeping his cool around him. Time had taken him aside and told him the Hero of Legend had been on more quests than all of them, and had most likely seen many horrible things. That made Twilight more forgiving. He still didn’t like him. 

Once again they were thrown into a different Hyrule. This time the Master Sword led them to a small blacksmith shop. There they met the smallest teenager they had ever seen. The Hero of Four Swords. They had no idea why the sword called him that, but they didn’t know the meaning behind each other's names at all really. Sky lived in the Sky, Legend had been on many quests, Hyrule saved Hyrule? Maybe Time saved a giant clock or something. 

An hour later they were in a new Hyrule. Hylia seemed to be getting more and more impatient. This time they found the Hero of Warriors, or as Legend called him, Pretty Boy. Twilight could see why. He seemed extremely popular with women in his Hyrule and he knew it. But he had a quiet power to him as well. Eyes that said he has seen war and triumphed. That explained the name. Hylia let them rest for a day this time, before tossing them somewhere else. How many Links were there going to be? Twilight didn’t know how much he could handle. 

They landed on a beach. More specifically an island, with a vast ocean that hit their noses with a salty smell. There they found the Hero of Wind. An enthusiastic and happy 14 year old boy. It sent a small stutter through his heart when he realized how young Wind was, but he seemed happy enough. Hopefully his adventure hadn’t scarred the boy too much. Warriors and Wind had gotten on like a wildfire, almost instantly gaining a bond that Twilight wouldn’t admit he was jealous of. Wind barley got to say goodbye to his family before they were thrown to another Hyrule. But this time, the sword didn’t speak. Finally they could focus on the mission Hylia was going to give them. They were a band of eight Links. 

It had taken two weeks to assemble all of the Links completely, and it had been six weeks since then. Over the few weeks they had managed to form some team dynamics. Time was the unanimous unofficial leader that no one really questioned, and that was fine with everybody. Twilight and Warriors would both try to assist him in leading when they split up or when Time was busy, which caused the two to butt heads on more than one occasion. No matter how annoying Warriors and the other boys got though, he still felt a strong kinship with them. Legend had taken a subtle shine to Hyrule, and Sky and Four had gotten close as well. Twilight shouldn’t be jealous, after all he has Time. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, something was missing. He never mentioned anything, he didn’t know if the others felt the empty hole in their dynamic, and there was no way he would be the first to mention it. Twilight knew Time was aware something was going on, but what was he supposed to say? Twilight himself didn’t understand what was wrong. 

It’s not that Twilight thought he didn’t belong, the others had included him in conversations and he has befriended all of them to an extent. There was just a missing piece that he couldn’t explain. 

“Pup. I’ve been trying to get your attention.” Time stated, not unkindly, causing Twilight to shake himself out of his thoughts. 

“Sorry, Time. I was just distracted. What’s up?” Time gave him an incredulous look, and Twilight noticed all of the other Links were looking at him as well. It was then Twilight saw a dark swirling mass ahead. Oh, a portal. When did that get there?

“Seriously Goat Boy? You missed an entire portal? You really must be out of it.” Warriors teased, but Twilight could see a hint of concern in his eyes. 

“Yeah.” Twilight scratched the back of his head. “I don’t know what’s going on. I’m just having trouble focusing today.”

“We’ll go through the portal and see what’s what.” Time thankfully changed the subject, though Twilight knew they were going to talk about this later. 

The group gave affirmative nods and began cautiously wandering into the portal two at a time. Six weeks together had given them plenty of time to practice ehat worked best when facing a new world. Going two people at a time allowed them to better defend against immediate threats if they were right past the portal. 

Twilight held his breath as he and Time went through the portal first, he always did. The portals all reeked of strange magic Twilight couldn’t place, yet still somehow reminded him of Midna. A lot of magic did... 

What greeted him on the other side of the portal was slightly surprising. When he emerged, Twilight was immediately met with trees full of beautiful leaves, each a different shade of red, orange and yellow. Looking up, he saw they were directly under a natural arch beginning a canyon behind them. Looking behind them, he could see a brightly glowing blue structure on top of a tall rock formation that seemed to be a tower. What in Hylia’s name was that? 

As the others emerged behind them, they were also slightly taken aback by the colors of this world, especially Hyrule. Twilight didn’t know much about his Hyrule, but he knew since he first visited that something bad had happened. Each of their Hyrules were beautiful in different ways, and this one was certainly no exception. 

“Is this anyone’s Hyrule? Or are we in another strange one?” Time questioned, only receiving negative responses. “Guess we’ll have to find the threat in this one too.” Time ordered, but his voice was slightly wary. None of them had seen their Hyrules in awhile, and it was starting to wear on them a little. Twilight knew why it did with Time, he had a wife waiting for him. Wind had his family. And some of the others just missed knowing where to go and places of comfort. 

They were all interrupted from their thoughts with a massive roar that echoed through the small canyon. Snapping their heads in the direction of the sound, they were met with a terrifying beast in the distance. He heard Legend shout something about a ‘Lynel’. It had the body of the horse, a huge face with beady eyes and two horns, and a long, proud mane. Before any of them could react, or ask Legend for advice on how to handle the creature, they heard the sound of an arrow being nocked, and a beam of light being launched at them.

“Move!” Time shouted, causing the boys to roll to the side just as multiple flames burst up right where they were standing, the portal disappearing now that they were all out. 

“Run! We don’t have the supplies to take it on!” Legend yelled. The rest of the boys listened instantly, since Legend seemed experienced on the matter. 

“They stop chasing eventually!” Hyrule yelled. Ah, seems he had them too. 

They ran in the direction of the glowing blue structure, feet beating on the ground and hearts thumping with adrenaline. They heard the Lynel scream again, but this time it seemed out of pain. Looking back slightly, Twilight could barely see a yellow field around the Lynel that was… shocking it? Twilight stopped and turned around, the Lynel wasn’t focused on them anymore, it was looking around trying to find something, probably whatever had hurt it. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Legend yelled as he stopped too, about to drag Twilight away. Twilight simply pointed at the Lynel. Right as the others looked at the beast, an arrow pierced its eye from the trees. Whoever was helping them was apparently a skilled archer. 

“Do we help? What if they get hurt?” Sky asked, looking on with worry. Before anyone could answer, a lean figure launched out of the trees with a gust of wind out of nowhere, using an odd cloth to glide down. In a blink of an eye, the figure shot one arrow, then two, then three into the Lynel’s shoulders and legs. The Lynel roared in pain and shot a flaming arrow right at the figure. 

“Look out!” Cried Wind. The stranger simply dissipated the cloth in a ripple of blue before landing directly onto the Lynels back. 

The group looked on in awe and horror as their savior summoned a weapon twice the size of him from the odd slate on his hip, and began cutting into the back of Lynel, avoiding being bucked off. The Lynel charged forward and the stranger gracefully flipped off its back and summoned a small colorful shield encrusted with bright jewels.  The group could now see him a little more clearly. He was relatively small and covered in a large cloak, hood drawn. His tunic was sky blue, a bit lighter than Wind’s shirt, and he wore simple brown pants and boots. His posture was powerful and elegant. None of them knew this man, but they could see he was in his element. This was a battle fought many times. At the moment he was just standing in a loose defensive stance. 

“What is he doing?” Sky whispered fearfully. He wanted to thank the man properly, but he didn’t want to jump in the fight and get in his way when he had no knowledge of the creature's weak spots. The rest of the heroes all looked on nervously as the Lynel raised slightly on its hind legs… a threw a ball of fire from its mouth?

“Holy shit!” Twilight yelled as he ran forward trying to get there in time. There was no way he would make it in time, but the stranger was just standing there! Did he give into fear and freeze? Before Twilight could make it even 10 steps, he froze in astonishment as the man parried the fireball at the exact moment of impact, launching it back into the face of Lynel, who screeched in rage and anguish. Whoever this man was, was absolutely terrifying. Wreaking elegant havoc on the battlefield without batting an eye. 

“Twilight!” Sky whisper-shouted, gesturing madly to the now unwrapped sword on his back. Twilight recognized the faint glow and looked on in shock.

“He could just be vital to our quest. We haven't met another Link for six weeks, I doubt we’ll meet one now. Wrap the sword back up though. We don’t want him freaking out if he has a connection to it and he sees you holding it.” Warriors told Sky, who nodded and wrapped the sword back in its cloth. They had found it was better to explain first, then show the sword. 

The stranger ran forward again, sending arrows forward ahead of him that exploded on impact, fire rushing all around him and the beast. The beast charged forward and swung its massive sword, which the man dodged at the last moment, sending an impossibly swift attack to the Lynel’s legs. The Lynel was only just beginning to weaken, and Twilight can’t help but imagine how it would have gone if this stranger hadn’t shown up. Once again the Lynel spit fire from its mouth. The man’s stance grew sturdier and he readied himself for another parry. Only this time, the shield shattered on impact, still launching back the blast to the Lynel, but burning the strangers arm in the process, pieces of metal sticking in his lower arm. The group shouted in worry, but the man didn’t even hesitate, pulling another shield from his odd device, and launching himself at the Lynel again. He shot a final arrow into the Lynel’s other eye, and swept himself onto it’s back to deliver the final blow. The Lynel disappeared with a final roar, and the stranger began casually collecting parts left behind. It took the group a couple of moments to process what in Hylia just happened.

An insane hooded stranger just rushed into danger, jumped on a Lynel, rode it while hitting it, burned all the area around them, and defeated the beast single handed. And destroyed his arm! Oh wait. He destroyed his arm!

“That was amazing but are you okay!” Sky yelled rushing forward. The stranger whipped around as Sky ran towards him, the rest of the group following him. The man whipped out a sword, and pointed it in front of him, causing Sky to skid to a halt a couple of feet in front of him. 

“Put the sword down. We’re just trying to see if you’re okay.” Legend huffed only to receive a slap upside the head from Hyrule.

“I’m sorry, sir. We didn’t mean to scare you. We are very thankful for you saving us, we just want to make sure your arm is okay.” Four placated. The stranger had a white knuckled grip on his sword. While he seemed confident in taking the Lynel down, this was a different stance. This was a stance that showed he was more scared of people than he was of a terrifying fire breathing monster ten times his size. The man simply gave a thumbs up and stepped back slightly. 

“Wait.” Time stepped forward from the huddled Links, but not close enough to cause any more aggression with the stranger. “We apologize for running to you so suddenly. Thank you for saving us. We grew up sheltered and are very new to this part of Hyrule.” The lie they used to not alert anyone of their unnatural presence in new worlds slipped off Time’s tongue easily now. “I’m sorry to ask this of you after you saved us, but is there a place to rest around here? Perhaps we could buy you a warm meal as payment, and help you with your arm if you would allow us.” Time had a talent of calming a tense environment, like a true leader, Twilight mused. To their shock, the man didn’t speak, only lifting the hand not holding the sword, now bloodied and burned from the fight.

‘I can take you to the nearest stable. I don’t need payment.’ The stranger signed simply, trying desperately to keep the shakiness of his hand at bay. 

“Thank you!” Wind called out, a beaming smile on his face at the idea of a place with a roof. Wind certainly didn’t mind being out in nature, but it had been awhile since they got to stay in a building. Maybe this stable had a place to stay along the road next to it! Maybe it was in a large town he could explore!

The stranger simply nodded and walked ahead. The Links sent questioning looks to each other and followed behind. Wind ran ahead to be next to the stranger to see his hands, but kept a respectful distance. “What’s your name?” Wind asked enthusiastically. Warriors smirked. That little shit was gathering intel. 

‘Link.’ The stranger fingerspelled shortly. Wind glanced back at Time to confirm he saw correctly. They all could understand some sign, but some were far more rusty than others, and only Time and Sky to an extent could physically do sign. 

“Hi Link! My name is Wind!” If the stranger saw the name as odd, he didn’t show it. Only nodding politely. He kept a brisk pace, still having a tense hold on his sword in his non-injured hand. 

“Um. Maybe we should stop and take care of your hand? If you leave those shards in, it could get infected.” Four reasoned. Link simply kept walking forward. 

“Just because you saved us doesn’t mean you can be rude.” Legend snapped. Twilight attempted to put a calming hand on his shoulder, only to have it brushed off. “Why don’t you talk to us? We’re not going to hurt you.” Legend knew it wasn’t that simple. To just reassure the stranger they wouldn’t hurt him wasn't exactly an airtight plan. But past experience made being ignored absolutely infuriating. The stranger’s grip on his sword only grew tighter as he continued to move forward. No matter how much the group tried to talk to him, the stranger wouldn’t respond unless absolutely necessary, and never verbally. 

After about two hours of walking at a brisk pace, they had emerged from the small cliffs surrounding them and were approaching an oddly shaped building. Along the way, Link collected any mushroom or plant that crossed his path. He was certainly an odd man. He seemed constantly on edge with the eight of them there, but had no qualms about gathering strange and brightly colored mushrooms and shoving them into his odd looking slate.

The building they were approaching had a large head that looked to be a horse, and had the structure of a large tent. It looked strange, but also very homey. As they grew closer, they saw some Hylians for the first time in this gigantic world. There was what looked to be a guard of some sort pacing in front of a man at a counter. He must have been the owner. Some other men and women were heading inside. Along with the Hylians was a soft brown dog trotting around some goats and horses. With the small gasp Twilight gave, the group of heroes knew they would have a hell of a time getting Twilight away from this place. Sky’s eyes lit up as he spotted two cuccos among the goats, dashing off to hold them as Legend retched in disgust. The rest of the group laughed at his excitement, but Time could see twilight barely restraining himself from rushing off to pet the horses and goats and hold the dog in his lap. 

The new Link pointed at the man at the counter, most likely gesturing to speak to him as he made his way to the fire with a pot placed above it. Time nodded and went to discuss sleeping arrangements with the excitable owner. Having no other job to do, Twilight calmly made his way to the small corral of animals, before losing all composure and sitting amongst the odd-looking goats and cooing at how soft they were. Looking back at the new Link, he was throwing something in the cooking pot, before making his way over to Twilight. Twilight felt excitement grow in his chest. Now that they were in a safe place, would this new Link finally talk?

But Link simply sat down in the animal pen a good six feet from Twilight, placing his sword on the ground next to him, and reached out to pet the excited dog who had all but tackled him as soon as he sat down. Once the dog calmed down slightly, Link began to remove shield shards from his arm, not even flinching at the pain of removing metal from his skin. Twilight was surprised, but figured he should be the one to start the conversion. 

“We have goats like this in my H- where I come from.” Hopefully Link wouldn’t pick up on Twilight’s mistake. “I helped raise and herd them.” Twilight finished, looking up at the new Link. Link shook his head, then signed something Twilight didn’t understand. “I’m sorry, I know sign but I don’t know what you just said.” Twilight apologized. Link froze in surprise for a second, perhaps not expecting Twilight to know any sign at all. Then pointed to the sheep Twilight was petting and fingerspelling what he wanted to say.

‘Sheep.’ The word spelled out. Twilight’s eyes widened in realization. 

“Oh! Are these sheep?” Twilight asked, continuing to pet the creature beside him. Link nodded. Twilight wished he could see Links face, the hood did a great job of obscuring it completely. He didn’t think asking Link to take the hood off would go very well, so he just paid close attention to the little head movements he could see. Link abruptly stood, seemingly finished with taking the shield shards out of his arm, and summoned a pink liquid from his slate thing, and drank barely enough to heal his arm. Twilight was surprised and slightly worried with how little he seemed to care about his own injuries, musing on this as Link made his way back to the cooking pot to stir whatever he was cooking for himself, perhaps a meal to further help his arm?

The group could finally relax slightly. Sky loving on the cuccos, Time and Twilight paying attention to the horses and sheep, Legend and Warriors quietly chatting and bickering under a tree, Hyrule and Wind off running around and exploring, and Four reading one of his books, evening descended upon them peacefully. Twilight noticed a movement in the corner of his eye, Link seemed to be waving slightly to gain his attention. Twilight nudged Time and began walking over there.

“You okay, Link?” Twilight asked once he was next to the man. The man scooted away from Twilight, apparently deeming him too close, before signing a short ‘dinner’. That one took Twilight by surprise. 

“For us?” Time asked gently. Link nodded his head. ‘Rice.’ He finger spelled. “That’s very kind, thank you Link.” Time said with a smile. “Boys!” Time called, causing all of the Links to look up and Hyrule and Wind to come running back from the treeline. “Link was kind enough to make us rice for dinner.” Causing Link to sink deeper into his hood at the attention and thanks he received from the group.

“Wait.” Legend said, stepping forward.

“Legend.” Hyrule warned, but Legend ignored him.

“No, Hyrule. We don’t know who he is. We haven’t seen his face. He could be a sorcerer trying to trick us.” Although it seemed ridiculous for some of them, they could see where Legend was worried. Link’s hands twitched. He didn’t know why he wanted these men to trust him, but he did. So without letting himself think about it too much, he yanked his hood down and glared at Legend with as much force as he could muster. 

The first thing they saw were the scars. Twisting and webbing from his ear to across some of the right side of his face, before disappearing under his tunic, where the group could only imagine how horrible it was under there. The second thing they noticed was how young he was. Only a year or two older than Wind, far too young to have those scars. They had been calling him a man, but he was only a boy. Something seemed to click for them. This only confirmed it, this was another hero. Another hero they had not known existed. Why had Hylia waited so long? The sword singing in his head only grew louder,and without thinking, Sky unwrapped the sword from its cloth, and Link freaked out. Picking up his sword and backing away slightly, a hard look in his eyes.

“Wait! Don’t panic I can explain!” Sky rushed. Wild froze, but still kept his defensive stance.

“We are Heroes of Courage, just like you. We come from different worlds and different timelines. Hylia has sent us here to ask for your help. There is an unknown threat, strong enough to require multiple heroes. It’s an infection, spreading across timelines and Hyrules. I’m sure it will infect yours too. Please, join us.” Time figured that with this hero, short and to the point would be the best way of going about this, just like Legend. The boy looked skeptical, and didn’t put down the sword.

“I know you know this is the truth.” Sky said gently. “The Master Sword tells you it is.” Link froze. This man could hear the Master Sword? He had to be a hero of courage, no one else could feel it. Link lowered his sword, but kept his guard up. 

‘Can I touch it?’ Link signed. Sky nodded and reached the sword out, not letting go, but allowing Link to touch a hand to its blade. Instantly Link knew it was true. The sword spoke no words to him, but he could feel with all of his being that this was a part of his destiny. 

‘Okay.’ Link signed simply. 

“Okay you’ll join us?” Wind asked carefully, cheering loudly when Link nodded his head. The others smiled at him, although Legend looked slightly guilty. He could see the scars on the kid’s neck. Maybe that’s why he didn’t talk…

Time tried to put a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder, only to have him jump back as if he had been burned, and pull his hood up once again. Time looked upon the boy with sad eyes. This confirmed Link didn’t just not trust strangers. He didn’t trust anyone. After Link handed out the food, the group sat around the fire, Link staying far away. 

“Holy shit! He can cook!” Warriors cheered.

“Tbish ish amashbing!” Wild yelled with his mouth full, getting a smack on the head from Legend. 

“We’re keeping him.” Four stated simply. 

“Four, you can’t just claim someone.” Hyrule stated.

“I just did.”

“Guys. He’s trying to ask a question.” Twilight chided. Immediately the group swerved around to see Link with his hands up. 

‘Are you all named Link?’ He asked. 

“Yes. We all have nicknames based on our hero titles. The sword gives them to us.” Time answered. 

“Speaking of.” Sky held up the Master Sword as if preparing for a ceremony. The group of Links all leaned forward eagerly awaiting their new friend’s name. Even Legend perked up.

“Welcome, Hero of Wild.”

[ranmanjuu]

Can i request an ikesen hc, how would warlords react to a mc which is a physics major like sasuke and since they are both nerdy they spend a lot of time together and talk a lot about theories and all that science stuff. I think they'll get a bit jealous that mc is spending time with sasuke and confused as to ehat they're talking about lol

as stated before i have absolutely no idea of how physics is, much less of being a physics major. so like,,,,,,, all theories are ambiguous. they don’t exist other than that word. what are they talking about? the one who asked knows not more than the asker.

—shingen:

the first time of him seeing you talk with both such seriousness yet a twinkle lights in your eye, he can’t help but a chuckle let through.

“so, has sasuke finally found someone for himself?”

at first he plays up a bit of, “us mortals cannot understand what you’re speaking, my beloved deity, for you speak the language of the gods!” (”but sasuke can understand them though—”)

would absolutely, and constantly tease you for anything and everything. you could be talking about the inner workings of geophysics with sasuke and you’d hear the faint sound of wiggling eyebrows and metaphorical saxophone playing.

but of course, this won’t stop shingen from trying to win you over.

he does it his own style, the classical flirting with his sexy stature. yet, you always quip back in the jargon language he knows nothing about—and his several seconds of confoundment proves to be a good strategy as you flee the scene.

prior to you telling him that you were from the future, he did find it suspicious how you have so, so many “things that came from your hometown” that was painfully specific. and he’s shingen takeda, he’s known for being well-informed, so why hadn’t he heard of this before? some villages have their own tradition, yes, but it’s usually not enough to write at least twenty dictionaries about.

and even if he wants to find it, where would he go? the only two people who’ve learnt it are you and sasuke.

although he begins to pick up basic things whenever you talk to either him or the ninja. just small references that a high schooler can pick up.

for the sake of it, shingen’d probably try to do a physics pick-up line on you. but due to the lack of knowledge he has, it ends up with you on the floor laughing until you’re clenching your sides.

you can’t help it! it’s so wrong on so many levels it’s insanely hilarious while also painful.

after the laughter dies down, shingen takes it upon himself and pins you to the wall, his sultry eyes burning into yours, “well, it seems my goddess can do a bit of fixing on those, hm? please, my muse, do demonstrate how you do it properly.”

—kenshin:

(honorable mention hc: if you ever use terminology before the affectionate part of him comes in he’ll practically frown at you in deep confusion, “what are you talking about, you fool?”)

if his ninja had met you before he did, he probably wouldn’t have much of a problem. sasuke talks to someone, all he does is frown and just doesn’t care. but hoo boy you managed to slither into his heart without him even noticing it.

he’s just looking around the market for you, until he sees the sight of you chattering so brightly and passionately,,, with sasuke.

phase one: pouty mode. it lasts only for a few second, but his lips form a very strong scowl as it processes in his mind.

(phase one and a half: it’s where he glances at you and notice how you twinkle so brightly in his eyes—like a star beaming at him. except it isn’t at him. and so this honorary phase ends)

phase two: in a split second of his braincells barely managing together, he unsheathes his sword and begins to fish sasuke away from you. (”let’s duel, sasuke.”  /  “i’m afraid i was having a conversation with—”  /  “fight or i kill you this second.”)

phase three: usually it’s where you pull him away and lightly scold him, thus ending his bloodlust.

phase four: usually happens after the other party has left. pouty mode two: electric boogaloo; as he sulks like a child in envy and jealousy and you’re forced to cuddle with him and give him lots of kisses so he Functions properl after that.

of course, you can’t just let it repeat. you had a talk after some time, entailing that, kenshin, please stop chasing your vassals because they say one (1) word to me. with a lot of grumbling and reluctance, he agrees to it.

it won’t stop his lips forming into a scowl at the sight of it though.

he curses the oldened knowledge of the sengoku—he wanted you to talk to him about those big brained things. but alas, there wasn’t much he could do.

(”no, kenshin, you can’t go to the future just cause you wanna learn everything i learnt! the wormhole is gone and it takes at least 4 years—”)

—yukimura:

yukimura meets you the second time while talking to sasuke down in the market. and the decision to rebrand you from a wild boar to a witch casting spells were made in the flick of a second, just like that.

“hey, are you trying to hex my fried, enchantress?!”  /  “yukimura, they’re a friend from my hometown, it’s alright.”  /  “oh.”

as he says, a friend of sasuke is a friend of his! though he still doesn’t understand at all each time you make a physics reference, and still isn’t partly convinced you at least know an ancient language.

he doesn’t exactly buy into the whole ‘hometown-specific’ thing either, but hey. it’s sasuke and you, if you’re lying, he thinks, he’ll let you tell him in your own time.

but in the meantime, the fact you know terminology to references he doesn’t understand makes your daily bickering a lot funnier. what’s an atom and is his brain really smaller than that as you said? fun thing is he’ll probably never know if you and sasuke withhold such information.

if he ever sees you experimenting with something to examine the components, as long as it isn’t dangerous, he’d look at you in mild amusement and confusion, “what are you doing, silly?”

but if it dangerous (like guns, fireworks, etc.) he scolds you with a scowl, one born from pure worry.

once you two got together, you started going to dorky science puns. once again, yukimura doesn’t understand it, but the stupid grin you have on your face is just enough for him.

(he does ask sasuke about it later, resulting in a bright faced yuki, muttering a small “idiot,,” under his breath.)

—sasuke:

the moment you saw him at honno-ji, present day, you felt there was something familiar to him. like it’s a face you’ve passed through in the bustling streets. and the moment you saw his lab coat, you just assumed he somewhat came from the same college as you.

and just after he corrected you referring to him as “that college student” being an astrophysicist, your eyes brightened a thousand times, but tried to stifle it considering you were more or less being chased. 

you listened into his explanation of the wormhole closely, processing each word in fascination and curiosity. you had enough experience to know what he’s talking about—and it gave you so much euphoria from just simply listening in.

you hope to meet him again as he disappears in the shadows.

you do, to your delight. the very first day you went out to town, you encountered him at a stall. conversation immediately took off once you re-mentioned his degree, along with yours. from there, the wormhole was the center topic again, mostly talking about how he found where it would be and when it would be. you’d never heard of such a research back then.

and slowly, you grow an admiration to sasuke’s high intelligence. all the research he’s done, he’ll definitely show a fellow enthusiast, and you’re practically beaming at the chance.

so much so that you don’t notice the weirdened stares of the ones around you.

there nights when you’d sneak into his room just to ask him about something, or propose to him a theory since he’s the only person who’d get it.

and on some sleepless nights, you find yourself lying about with sasuke beneath the stars, peering into his telescope once in a while and geeking out about the small dots in the sky.

a part of you wished you met him sooner—but you feel like you couldn’t ever ask for more.

—yoshimoto:

truth be told, he didn’t care much at first.

his somewhat apathy towards people and more towards art becomes just ever so slightly apparent; as he lets you rant your heart out to sasuke while he admires some cloth in the background. you have your preferred friends, it isn’t his place to be opposed to it.

well, that’s what he thought of it—until you slowly got closer to him.

through talks of art and the different medias from your “hometown”, he learnt more and more about you. and his heart grew fonder and fonder.

until—for whatever reason—he found himself,,, feeling some kind of upset by the sight of you talking to sasuke so brightly like that? it’s like a part of him doesn’t sit well with it.

while he isn’t quite sure what he’s feeling, he’ll try to fish you away regardless. his good looks aren’t for nothing, even still having its charming effects on you.

putting up somewhat of an airheaded act, he mindlessly pulls you out of the conversation to look at some beautiful fabric, catching you off-guard for a moment. if you try to mention your talk with sasuke, it’s as if he doesn’t hear it as he whisks you off to another store. and another, another—until you’ve gotten some distance from the ninja.

even with all that effort, he doesn’t think much into the feeling inside his heart. what then felt like a storm, was now a welcoming, warm spring breeze in him.

he’ll figure it out, one day.

[billwillkilldill-blog]

We found Jane Marchingburg. Kind of.

I decided to tell the group my motive. My motive being to find Jane Marchingburg, my coworker. She was last seen on Sandust on a mission to try to collect intel on Sandbirds. Her last recorded words were "These damn Sandbirds are everywhere."

We were fueled up and Watər was unlocked so she could go anywhere. Rolema overheard our plans to go to Sandmoon and invited herself to join. She said that she was a great mechanic and can be a sort of "on deck" helper. She wanted nothing in return so we decided that it would be of no harm to have her come along. We went the next day. Rolema then did something we didn't think of before. She put her hand into the scanner. Watər knows her name and her behavioral patterns. Us three were hesitant to do so at first but we did. Wiffles results came back normal. My results came back normal. The scanner could not pick up Noctis at all. She detected something in the scanner but she could not read it as she is unable to read specific text. Noctis didn't seem surprised but he didn't seem like he expected this either. The rest of the ride went off without a hitch.

Once we arrived to Sandust, Rolema revealed something to us. Something I wish she would have told us sooner. She is blind but can see the future. She has been relying on muscle memory her whole life. It gets easy when you've lived in the same place for who knows how long. She says she was born with the ability to see the river of our future branch off to different streams. Usually they all ended up converging together again- a common outcome. She did not see any common outcome. Instead, all of the rivers flew in and out of each other. Their waters turned rough and unpredictable. Only one stream made it out of the mess but Rolema could not track that stream. She discouraged us from going onto dustmoon but that didn't stop us because Wiffle said something smart.

He said that the very fact that there even IS an outward stream meant that we had to leave these rough waters eventually. Time only moves one way. He also pointed out that its much better that the rivers intersect because it meant we could choose a different path. Rolema was touched and decided to let us go. She stayed on the ship to see if she could upgrade Watər in any way. Us three put on our suits and stepped onto Sandust.

There were holes into the ground everywhere. Large, gaping manholes dug deep into the planets core. For now, us three didn't care because I was the only one who wanted to be there and the pitfalls were not my business. For the next hour or so, we just walked across the sand wasteland while talking. Wiffle really likes horses. Like, he LOVES horses. Look, I am no man to judge but horses? He's clinically insane. Horses. Jeez.

We walked for a while more before we noticed something off. Sandust is the only planet other than earth that has alien life, sandbirds? Thats what they're called I think. Whatever they're called, there were no aliens on Sandust. We figured that they were just on the other side of this small, small moon. They weren't. However, we did find a Scarsac patented shipwreck site. Most of it was singed or bent in a hideous manner. Everything about it was a mess and I hated seeing a piece of equipment from MY company tarnished and in ruin. Jane was one of the best pilots we had so how did this happen? We even accounted for the Sandbirds and how thry would interfere! Why did Jane fail? I just don't understand!

Whatever. We searched the ship only to find out that everything, electronics included, were either missing or trashed. It almost hurt me to see what had become of this small piece of the company. At least Wiffle was there to comfort me with his insane ramblings. I find comfort in his cracky but deep voice. Noctis noticed something that we didn't, however. He noticed that some electronic components seemed to be ripped out by something but others are just gone. The NavComp was taken out. Jane may be a pilot but she's no good at disassembling a ship. What the hell took the electronics out of our damn ship?!

Jane. Wr need to find Jane. We found Jane and she was in the tunnels. Thats what the holes were- they were entrances to tunnels. Jane looked scared and scrawny. Apparently, she dug the tunnels and ate the Sandbirds. Almost all of them were killed by her and the final 20 are in the tunnels being forced to breed. We brought her back to the ship and freed the final birds. She had ripped some machinery out of the ship to make light in her tunnels. She said that she just ripped all of it out. Oh, also apparently we can totally breathe on Sandust without a suit. We brought her to the ship but Wiffle and I had to pee. Rolema and Noctis both screamed. She was gone. We didn't see her anywhere. We kept looking and looking but she wasn't anywhere. When we came back to the ship, there was something there that hurt my head. It just gave everyone a headache. It was some sort of runic code, much like the one we saw. Why did she leave us?

We uh. We went to earth. We chilled for a few days and gathered our thoughts. There was no way that Jane could have just disappeared. I told Scarsac and they told me to find her. They also said that they'd be giving me more aid in my investigation. I haven't told them about Noctis or Wiffle. Rolema "unblocked" Watərs communication system. There was a lock on what Watər can and can't do that was placed manually.

There was something wrong with Rolema. She seemed bashful and shy. She called to the backroom where she told me something I won't forget.

She can see Mimicmoon.

She is the only one who can see mimicmoon. Of course, no one else has tried. I asked her ehat it looked like and she said it was hard to describe. A teal planet shattered into pieces, those pieces orbiting what remains of Mimicmoon. She then smiled right after. She then told me that everyone she tells immediately forgets the description she gave. She then called Noxtis and Wiffle in. She then told them the same thing with the same result. So this means that we're special somehow. I'm excited that I'm finally special. And now, we're headed to Mimicmoon.

I am so scared for Jane. I don't know where she is but I hope she's okay. I hope you're okay viewer. It's been a while.

Thank you.

[smutty-ki113r]

RED I’M CHOKING ON MY TEARS RN ISTG- SO LIKE- the ex girlfriend of my bestfriend (wlw) just sent us a picture of her trying to roll a drum (AND IT SENDS ME BECAUSE POOR DRUM SIS HOW DID YOU EVEN-) and we asked “lou we didn’t know you smoked, is it tobacco?” and she goes “no.” cue me and my best friend panicking like “IS IT WEED OMFG WE KNEW YOU SMOKED WEED GO SIS ROCK IT” and. she fucking says. with a serious face. “no dudes i just smoke smashed rose petals :)” DON’T ASK ME WHY I’M ROLLING ON THE FLOOR PLEASE I CAM’T BRETAHE- now i rlly have to try it (+ roses grow in my garden… yk…. 👀) JUST THIS IS SO EANDOM BUT I HOPE IT MADE U SMILE A LIL!!

🕹

WHAT?!! HOW DOES ONE?! WHAT KIND OF??

THIS MADE ME LAUGH YES I HAVE NO CLUE EHAT-

What is she on??

Oh wait

I already know-

[fvrxdrm]

Prove It

Leon x Reader

Movie: RE: Vendetta

Warnings: Smut/Cussing/Blood and Gore/ Probably sucks 'cause it's my first time/ Long

"Y/N!" The mutated monster threw you of the building you were currently on. This was it. You were going to die after years of fighting off real life nightmares. That was until you landed on something but it wasn't concrete. You didn't splat.

"Thanks for the save"

"No problem. Can't let our favorite agent die now can we?" D.C. replied through the radio.

Scanning through the plane you found a grappling hook just sitting on the floor waiting to be used. Perfect.

"Nadia, cover me. I'm going back there"

"Roger that, Y/N"

Nadia positioned herself at the entrance of the plane on her stomach with a gun in front of her.

"D.C., position the entrance facing Arias"

"Copy"

The plane rose up as it turned for the opening to face the mutated Arias.

"I am going to spill your guts all over" Arias' claws grew longer and sharper slightly caressing Leon's stubble.

"No time for shaving off beards, partner! Yeehaw!" You grappled your hook on an edge of the building and threw yourself, not forgetting to kick Arias on the face and grabbing Leon off of Arias' grasp. A white light struck Arias and the neighbouring buildings causing you to squint your eyes and fall down.

"You okay?" You breathlessly asked Leon who also fell beside you.

"I should be the one asking you that"

Glenn ran, jumped off the building and grasped to the left wing of the plane causing it to slightly spin.

"Shit" Nadia mumbled a cursed.

After the monster was kind of comfortable to do something else he grew his claws again passing through the plane, stabbing Nadia in the process. There was a roar all of a sudden, something coming from an engine. It was Leon on his bike, ready to do whatever he planned to do. He rode off and jumped his bike as it smashed through balcony to hit Arias.

Leon drew his gun "Catch!" and shot the motorcycle causing it to explode and detach a part of the beast's body. Arias lost contact with the plane and fell off but it didn't end there. He grew his deadly claws again and grasped to a building and the plane.

You grabbed a gun and ran off to the edge of the building where you can see Arias.

"Bye, dad", you whispered to yourself and pulled the trigger. It was gruesome. Blood everywhere with the bits and pieces that were once part of your dad's body together with a wedding ring.

You never even noticed a tear slipped through your cheek until a hand was put on your shoulder. You wiped off the tear and turned around to see Leon with concerned eyes.

"You alright"

"Yeah, I'm okay it's just...it shouldn't end like this. I never thought that I would meet my dad this or even thought of having a dad like him"

Leon didn't say anything else and just pulled you in a rather comforting hug. Grasping the back of his jacket tighter, burying your head on his chest as you sobbed harder. Him caressing your hair while kissing the top of your head. His actions were enough to calm you down a bit and cause you to flatter.

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

You held onto your left torso as you watched Rebecca inhaling and exhaling the vaccine that would help her turn back into a normal human. When veins returned to being invisible, eyes turn back to their natural color she looked at you and Chris and gaveyou both a weak thumbs up. The plane rose up to where you were. Nadia pressing her hand to where she was stabbed and D.C. saluting you...kinda. Anyways, Leon walked up beside you with his left hand holding his right arm.

"One more thing left to do"

"So, let's do it"

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

The vaccine was deployed around the city, removing the virus from each of the citizens' body.

"And once again, we find ourselves back where we started" Rebecca broke off the silence that was surrounding the plane.

"Yeah. Kind of. First I want my naturally wavy hair back, my top, my shorts, and my cardigan back, these earrings off, this stupid dress off, this cakey makeup off, and these fucking heels off" you retorted furiously at what that asshole made you wear.

"You look great in straight hair" Rebecca chuckled lightly at you.

"Um...do you know how much I took care of my hair only to be ironed like a million times? My hair's already damaged!"

Leon ran his fingers through your hair.

"Looks and feels healthy to me" he stated.

"Whatever"

"We got the bad guys. Hope we made the world a little safer"

"Yeah. I finally met my dad. Ended up brutally killing him. I don't know if I'll ever forgive him for killing my mom and now...attempted to kill all...even his own daughter"

You felt Leon's hand on your shoulder giving it a little squeeze.

"Just take your time. It'll be alright"

You placed your hand on top of his and smiled sadly at him.

"Yeah, thanks"

Silence surrounded us again until Leon spoke.

"Hey, Chris!"

Chris turned his head to Leon's direction.

"How much longer can we going on like this?"

"I don't know...I never make plans that far ahead"

Leon smiled at shook his head at how Chris retorted back what Leon said at the bar.

Rebecca and I looked at each other and smiled at how they were starting to grow on each other

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The next day, You were writing a report when a knock was heard on your door. You looked through the peephole and saw Leon standing there with his hands in his pockets. Opening the door, Leon pulled his head up to look at you. He was flustered and he seemed nervous.

"Hey, Leon! Come in"

You stepped aside to let him in and closed the door behind you.

"Do you want anything? Water?"

"No, I just came here to talk to you"

"About?"

"Um..."

"Leon, just spill it"

"I love you!"

"What? But you already established that you don't have feelings for me"

"I know, I just"

"Leon, you can't just toy my feelings around. You said it already. You're in love with Ada ever since you met her back in Raccoon City. You can't just say you love me just because Ada isn't around"

"I'm not. I asked Chris for help and that's when I found out I was just blocking off my true feelings for you. I don't love Ada. Heck, I don't even like her that much. I just thought that I had feelings for her when she kissed me back in that cable car. It's dumb. I've been really complicated since then. But after everything that we've both been through, it's hard not to think about you anymore. I've tried to stop it but I just can't. Y/N I really really...really love you"

There was silence between the two of you for a second until you stepped a little closer but still far from feeling his breath.

"Prove it"

He didn't waste his time and closed the gap between the two of you. He cupped your cheek and passionately kissed you. You put one hand on his chest while the other slid up from his shoulder and onto the nape of his neck. His left hand slowly slid down from your waist and grasped your ass. You gasped at the sudden action and he took this opportunity to slide his tongue. Your tongues fought for dominance and the kiss was growing heated every second. You removed your jacket and threw it without caring since you'll find it later anyway but for now, you just focus on ehat was currently happening. He removed his jacket also not long after, tossing it just beside to where jacket laid. You pulled him closer and he pinned you to a nearby wall while wrapping your legs around his waist. His lips parted from yours and started kissing your jawline, your neck and down to your collarbone. You started gasping at how gentle his touch was.

Sure he may be one to be really hard and aggressive when it comes to enemies but when it comes to this type of stuff, it would feel like a feather was caressing you.

You ran your fingers through his as your left hand held on to his shoulder for dear life. It feels rather...amazing. Perfect to be exact. He found your sweet spot and started licking, biting and sucking it, making sure to leave a very visible mark for everyone to see.

Once he was satisfied, he put you down and started kissing you again but there was something more in it. Lust. You were both experienced, that's for sure, but it felt like it was your first time again.

He pulled away for a second and looked directly into your E/C eyes.

"You sure you want to do this?" He softly asked.

It's something like this he does that make you fall in love with him even more. He wasn't demanding when it comes to sensitive topics like sex. If you were okay with being rough then he'll go for it but otherwise he'll make sure to be tender. If you want to do it he'll go for it if not then he won't force you to it.

"Yeah. I want you"

He closed the gap again while heading to your bedroom. It was a struggle really. Bumping into things. You were sure you'll get a couple bruises because of it.

Once you got to your bedroom you closed the door behind you. He intertwined your fingers together and held them above your head. He was back on kissing your neck again.

Getting impatient, you slid your hands down and held onto the hem of his shirt. You broke the kiss and pulled his shirt off revealing his toned torso.

You gently pushed him to your bed while you got on top of him. You copied his previous actions and kissed his jawline, neck and collarbone. You also made sure to mark him yours by biting, licking and sucking his weak spot. It was gratifying to hear his groans and gasps as he becomes weak into your touch. He held onto your hair as you continued to lick down from his chest, abdomen and finally to his v line.

He pulled you up again to meet your lips. He caressed your hips and then ran his hands under your tank top, pulling it up to remove the the piece of clothing and tossed it somewhere in the room. You resumed your make out session while his hands roamed around your body until he reached the clasps of your bra and unclasped them, letting them fall down your arms.

He flipped the both of so he now was the one on top and started leaving wet kisses throughout your chest. He moved to suck on one of the buds leaving you weak under him. You tugged his hair and dug yourself further onto the pillow under you.

"Leon" you breathlessy moaned at the attention your chest was receiving. Your core grew more heated and you started sweating more. He groaned at how you said his name. In all honesty, he likes--no--loves it when you call his name. May it be to comfort him, argue with him, or even just normal conversations but this one, he found it foreign yet really arousing at the same time. It sent a jolt down to his manhood.

He removed his mouth from your nipple and did the same thing to the other one.

You have to be dreaming, right?

Last time that you checked you saw him and Ada kissing. It's either that or-

"Ah, fuck!" You didn't even notice Leon already removed your pants and underwear and was already licking your slit. You held onto his tighter as he began to nibbling and licking your clit.

"L-leon, shit!" Again, he groaned at the mention of his name and you felt the vibration to your core sending you off the edge. He licked off your juices and then climbed up to your eye level. He connected your lips again, the parting and meeting of your lips breaking off the silence together with gasping and panting from the both of you. He took his time exploring every inch of your body. It made you feel loved, protected, safe, something you didn't know you were wanting for a while. You glided your hands through his torso and to where the belt of his pants were, quickly unbuckling it. He sat up and removed the button and unzipped his pants, too slow for your liking. You quickly sat up and wuickly pulled his pants down together with his boxers revealing his *cough* long, hard and throbbing dick. A nice sight to see actually.

"Desperate are we?"

"It's not like you aren't either"

He pulled you again for another kiss and settled you down on the bed again.

"You ready"

"Ready when you are" you stared up to the ceiling as he steadied himself to your entrance. Once he entered inside of you, you gasped at how big he felt, bigger than how it looked like you fluttered your eyes shut and curled your toes. Leon groaned at how tight you were. He let you adjust to his size before slowly moving in and out of you. He took your hands and intertwined them together above your head just like before before slowly picking up his pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist helping him push deeper into you.

"Fuck, f-faster, Leon"

He placed a quick peck on your lips before moving thrusting faster. The air smelled of sex, skin slapping, profusely sweating, groans, grunts and moans leaving your lips. You grasped tighter to his hands while screaming profanities and his name over and over again. It was music to his ears. He wanted it. He loved it. He leaned down to your lips and kissed you hungrily again. It was hard to keep up to the motion of his lips because of the pleasure he was giving and the attention your sex was receiving. You leaned back and he started kissing your neck. Then there was this feeling of a knot forming inside of you.

"I'm gonna come"

"Do it with me" you nodded in response.

You hissed, moaned and screamed as his thrusts became faster and deeper than possible. Fuck, you haven't had this feeling ever. Sure you had sex before but it wasn't like this. Those felt wrong to you and this? This felt really right.

His thrusts became sloppy and not long after he released his seed inside of you and you followed suit. He rested slowly dropped his body on top of you, careful not to put all of his weight on you. You were both breathless and tired. Both processing what just happened.

Using all of his energy that was left, he pushed himsilf up fell beside you and you closer to him while you rest your head on his chest and placed an arm on his abdomen.

"Have I proven it already?"

"Yeah, you did" you gave him a quick peck on his lips before drifting of to dreamland.

The end.

LOL this was long. Now I'm lazy to read it all over. If there's any grammatical error just message me.

[the-gory-gardner]

Another student ask because I'm a bitch like that- what would Asa's reaction be if the same student that has a parental bond with him asked him to adopt them? Would he and Honey have a teenager in their house-

Asa Emory & Student!Reader Asking Him To Adopt Them. 

Asa had finished getting everything done for the afternoon lab almost fifteen minutes ago. You were five minutes late. Asa kept checking his watch knowing you were never late. There should be no reason you weren't here yet the labs were near your last class of the day and you had been in his today, you had seemed fine. 

Before he could consider calling the office to see if you had left early for whatever reason the door to the labs opened. He looked over expecting to see you looking sheepish, maybe a little guilty. What he didn't expect were the puffy red eyes and barely dried tears on your cheeks. 

"Y/N What's wrong". He asked concerned. "N-Nothing I-I just-i'm sorry for being late Dr. Emory". You stuttered out sounding like you might burst into tears. Again. Asa walked over to you placing his hands on your shoulder trying to comfort you. Luckily he'd become better at comforting being around Honey everyday. 

"Y/N whatever's wrong you can tell me". Asa reassured them. You sniffled looking at him with big sad but calculating eyes deciding if you wanted to tell him ehat had upset you so badly. "My-My parents kicked me out". You finally told him. 

Asa's heart skipped a heartbeat. They had what?! You weren't even eighteen yet. Asa tried his best not to show his anger he knew how terrible parents could be given his own father and Honey's parents. "Do you have anywhere to go"? He asked you. You shook your head slowly. "N-no I have no extended family or-or friends". You told him sadly. 

Asa sighed what he should do is call social services so you could be put up in a foster home. But the thought of you in a foster home with who knows what kind of people placed anywhere across the state or even out of state, it didn't sit well with him. 

"Y/N we're going to skip lab today I need you to grab anything out of your locker you need". He told you. "Wh-where are you taking me"? You asked him nervously. You liked Dr. Emory enough but that didn't mean you shouldn't be caution. "My place you need to rest I can call social services in the morning to sort everything out". He told you. 

You nodded still a bit nervous but feeling a little warm inside that your favorite teacher would take you in without a second thought. You quickly went ro grab your things from your locker. While you were gone Asa made a quick call home. He knew Honey would be nervous about someone else in the house but would sympathize with being kicked out by your parents. 

The first day in Dr. Emory's house had been so different. You didn't know what shocked you more that his house wasn't all doom and gloom like some of your classmates joked or the fact he had a girlfriend. A really nice girlfriend less than a decade older than you. 

But things had been nice especially when after Asa had made a call to social services he had managed to get at least temporary custody placed under him. "I thought you needed like a fostering license to foster a kid"? You'd asked once. "Let's just say I have friends in high places". Asa had replied. 

You watched him as he cut up vegetables for dinner while Honey was upstairs cleaning. You had already finished your assigned chores. "What are you thinking"? Asa Asked. The man could read you like a book. "Would you ever think of-". You cut yourself off nit sure if you could finish the sentence. "Think of what"? Asa prodded looking at you with a raised brow. 

"Th-think of adopting me". You said quietly. You looked at the floor not wanting to see his reaction. "Would you want me to"? Asa decided to ask stopping his cutting. "What"? "Would you want me to adopt you". He clarified. You nodded not sure you could say anything else. 

"If you want me to adopt you then yes I can get the paperwork started". Asa told you. You blinked at his answer before suddenly launching yourself at the man. Asa was momentarily startled but did wrap his arms around you. At that time Honey walked in but stopped seeing the moment you two were having. 

She walked back out deciding to wait a few more minutes before returning. She was glad Asa had decided to take you in. It was a big change but it seemed like for the best for you three. She just hoped that whenever you found out about Asa you'd be as accepting as she had been. 

[hughiecampbelle]

Fairytales (Ciri Drabble)

Character/s: Ciri

Word Count: 709

Requested: anon

Word Prompt/s: Snow

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A/N: Thank you for requesting my love!!! I’m so sorry about the wait!!! I hope you’re staying safe, looking after yourself, and I really hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

~ FIC MASTERLIST PART ONE. / PART TWO. ~

MINI FIC REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

As a young child, she used to be so afraid of the snow. Stories passed from child to child, beginning as a warning from a mother or father, but warping into something else as young minds took hold of it, spinning it in their small hands. Creatures with blackened fingers and toes hobbling, crunching through the snow in their bare feet. The tips of their noses purple, rotting, dying. They did not speak your language, instead moaning in the cold, wailing over the sounds of the screaming winds. Their only mission, the very thing keeping them alive, was the need to find warmth. Children whispered of pounding fists against front doors, the numb hands of these creatures smashing into the wood, blind by the fire, doing anything to get to it. When she questioned what happened if they didn't let these things in, they said they became crazed, blind with rage, calling out so that more may find them, hoards of them breaking through, making those inside pay for making them wait in the cold a second longer.

When the leaves fell and the temperature dropped, fires were lit in every room of the castle. Crackling through the night, an orchestra of fear. By morning they'd be blown out, drowned from a cup of water her little hands struggled to carry. No one knew why, how, but you had your suspicions. Word spread quickly through gap toothed smiles and chapped lips. You'd heard about these things as well, though unlike your sweet sister, you knew better. You were old enough to ask questions. If they'd never seen one of them, how did they know they were real? Where do they come from? Why had there never been any news about attacks? When they were unable to answer, you disregarded everything they said. Their words were hollow, like most myths.

You waited in her bedroom, the last place she let freeze, ice covering the windows by the time the sun rose due to lack of heat. You couldn't spend another night wondering why you were shivering, and neither could she. You called her over, sat with her in front of flames, hushing the fears that paralyzed her young mind. Ciri always had been so trusting, so naive. The day she was born you vowed to protect her, even from the scary stories of others. Across your lap, her cheeks reddening, you told her a different one. No rotting limbs or an insatiable hunger for something they could never have, no taste for flesh and bone if they were refused.

No, nothing that violent.

Instead, there were children of snow. Skin like clouds, their eyes bright, lilac, their hair as blonde as her own. Smart, like her, too. You watched her smile, giggle at the thought. They were not evil, but sweet, kind, cheerful. They brought the winds, the cold, the snowflakes that slept atop her own eyelashes, melting on her tongue. They were the cause of all the snow that fell. They'd creep into the night and play with one another in the empty streets, enjoying the bare grass and leaf piles while they could. When the night disappeared, so did they, their light footsteps making no prints where they walked. They were their own family, traveling across the lands. They'd always return, though, following the same trail, bringing winter back every year. When fires were lit, it was an act of gratefulness, a thank you to them for their work. It made them happy to see that people were staying warm and safe, with their own families.

Ciri imagined them now, the children, their laughs of cool air, their giggles in the breeze. The more fun they had playing, the more snow that fell. She wished she could join them. Trudging through the woods, shaking, shivering, she kept an eye out for the lilac eyes, light, soringy, just how you described them. Her home was gone, you and your Grandmother dead, but she had your stories. That's ehat she clung to, what made her keep going. Maybe if she followed them, their trail and invisible steps, the winter would wain, the snow would begin to melt, and all of this would be over. She'd finally wake from this nightmare.

[footballfangurl]

Trent Alexander-Arnold - Goodbye Kisses part 2

I know you guys had to wait quite a bit for this one-shot, or for any one-shot really, but here is the first in what I hope to be many 💕 please let me know what you think

You bounced eagerly on your feet, trying to look over the heads of the people in front of you, hoping to catch sight of your boyfriend, who you hadn't seen in weeks.

You were supposed to travel to Russia during the World Cup to support the England team and Trent but you hadn't been able to go. You had been at the point of leaving your apartment with all your luggage to drive to the airport when your boss had called you with the news that the co-worker who would be covering for you had fallen sick and they needed you to work. You had been devestated at the news, of course, having looked forward to finally seeing Trent again after spending weeks being seperated but you were forced to cancel your flight and call your boyfriend with the news that you wouldn't be coming.

Trent had been upset but had eventually understood, even though he had grumbled that your workplace asked way too much of you and you were always expected to make sacrifices but nobody else was. You had seen all his games, though, having blatantly refused working late and missing any. Luckily for you, your boss wasn't a monster and had conceded to you pulling shorter shifts. Well she had tried once to make you stay late but you weren't a complete pushover.

And after his games, you stayed up late until he was able to facetime you and you spent many hours talking. It often made you go to work the next day with bags underneath your eyes but it was worth it. Seeing Trent's face light up when he saw you on his computer screen and seeing his excitement when he talked about his day made it all worth it. You still missed him terribly, though.

"Oh my god!" You shrieked in excitement, making the woman in front of you look back with an angry face but you didn't care. You had been waiting way too long for this moment. The England football team was making their way into the airport, where you and many other families were waiting to greet them.

The moment you spotted Trent in the group of big men, you took off, accidentily bumping into the woman in front or you and yelling back an apology when she complained loudly. You didn't stop running, though, which attracted Trent's attention. He was walking in between Jesse and Marcus but stopped in his tracks and smiled when he saw you bounding towards him.

Dropping his suitcase and the bag he was carrying, he crouched down a little and opened his arms wide. You jumped into them with a big smile, making him stumble back a few steps with a loud 'oomph'. He caught himself, though, and squeezed you tightly in return when you wrapped your legs around his waist and buried your head in his neck.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and held Trent to you tightly. He had put on the cologne again, the special kind that you liked. It smelled like him and you couldn't get enough of it. It smelled like home.

"Hi." Trent murmered from where his face was buried in your hair and you squeezed him tighter. You couldn't believe you were actually holding him in your arms again.

"Hi." You whispered back, pulling back slightly, the big smile still on your face and you knew it wouldn't disappear for the next couple of hours. It had been weeks since you had been this happy.

Trent's face was gazing up at you in adoration, his eyes sweeping across your face as if he couldn't comprehend that you were finally in his arms. You smiled down at him gently, taking one hand from around his neck and playing it against his cheek, softly brushing your thumb back and forth. He took one arm from around you, his other hand moving to go rest on your bum to support your weight better but you didn't mind as he put his now free one on the back of your head to pull you down into a kiss.

You hummed in contentment, your lips eagerly moving against his as if you hadn't tasted them in years. It had only been a few weeks but they had certainly felt like years.

"God, I missed you." Trent said against your lips, nipping gently at your bottom lip.

"I missed you too."

"Yeah?" He breathed and you nodded, scratching softly at the hair in the nape of his neck and he shivered a bit, humming in delight at what you were doing.

"Of course, and I'll show you precisely how much when we get home." You whispered, grinning when you felt him tighten his grasp on your bum.

"I'm looking forward to it." Trent answered, pecking your lips once more before slowly putting you back down on the ground. You wrapped you arms around his waist and smiled up at him, and he moved the hand that was on the back of your head to brush across your cheek and and then tuck away some of your hair behind your ear. He ducked his head down again to press another kiss to your lips but before he could, he was interrupted.

"Well, well. Look who we have here, beans. Junior kissing his girl. Aren't you a little young for that?" You looked sideways and groaned when you saw Jesse Lingard standing there. You should have known that he'd be here. During a few of your phone calls with Trent, he'd been there to butt in one comment or another. Often, he was teasing Trent with something or telling you something emberrassing that Trent had done that day. You hadn't minded all that much then but you figured that if he kept interrupting your precious moments with Trent, you weren't responsible for ehat would happen to him. The corner of your mouth quirked up at that thought.

"Go away, Jesse." Trent grumbled, moving his face closer to yours again so he could continue kissing you.

"Not so fast, Trent. There are kids present, you gotta keep it decent, man." Marcus wandered over as well and you sighed, letting your head fall forwards to rest on Trent's chest in exasperation. Of course, where one was, the other one would soon follow.

"You don't even have kids, Marcus. What's it matter to you?"

"Oooh he's getting crabby." Jesse laughed, nudging Marcus in the side, making him laugh as well.

"Only 'cause I can't even properly kiss my girlfriend with the two of you around." Trent retorded, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him.

"Aw, don't worry, Trent. You'll have plenty of practise when you get home. Besides, from what I saw, you need it." Marcus teased, laughing loudly and taking a step back when Trent quickly unwrapped an arm from around your waist again to swat at him.

"Well, I've never heard her complain about my kissing skills. They must be decent enough."

"Well…" You trailed off, deciding to play along but failing to contain your grin when Trent snapped his head towards you in disbelief. Jesse and Marcus laughed and you shrugged innocently, giggling as well when Trent gently pinched your side in retribution.

"Well, mate, we came over to say goodbye. We'll see you in a few weeks, yeah?" You stepped back to let the boys say goodbye, not able to stop smiling. You were just so glad Trent was home, that he was with you once again. It had been hard, not being able to kiss him or wrap yourself up in his arms because he was so far away. But now, you had him all to yourself for a few weeks before he had to start training with Liverpool again and you weren't planning on letting go of him any time soon.

When they had finished saying their goodbyes, after Trent endured a bit of further teasing by Jesse that you pretended not to hear, but that had your cheeks heating up nevertheless, the two older boys walked away towards another teammate of theirs that they still had to say goodbye to. Most of them had left already, wanting to get home as soon as possible, and you had taken quite a bit of time saying hello to Trent.

Trent turned to you and took your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours before softly starting to pull you along to go say goodbye to his other teammates. And when you had gone all around, saying goodbye to Harry Kane and his family, the gaffer and a few of the staff, you wandered back to where Trent had discarded his luggage so you could go home.

"C'mon babe, let's go home, yeah?" Trent said, letting go of you to pick up his luggage. After swinging his bag across his shoulder and gripping the handle of his suitcase, he slung his arm over your shoulders and pulled you into his side, pressing a kiss to the top of your hair whilst doing so. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, before gazing up at him contendly and replying,

"Yeah, let's go home."

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[haikyuu-imagines-and-others]

k but what about a scenario w bokuto where his small and really REALLY CUTE ALWAYS CHEERFUL S/O SUDDENLY RUNS UP TO HIM WHEN HES TALKING TO KUROO AND SOME OTHER GUYS OR SMTHN AND LIKE HUGS HIM FROM BEHIND AND BURIES HER FACE IN HIS BACK AND HE TRIES TO TALK TO HER BUT SHES ABNORMALLY QUIET AND SHES ACTUALLY LIKE V UPSET ? idk for ehat reason that turned angsty hella quick moving on

Ahhhh~ I would die happy if I got to bury my face in Bokuto’s back

Bokuto Koutarou:

Training camps were always a pain,for the most part. Sore muscles, long exercises, lots of bruises and strainedhamstrings. Bokuto really loved volleyball with his whole heart and soul, buthe knew when he was getting irritated and depressed at his efforts goingunnoticed by the unforgiving sport.

But this training camp wasdifferent!

You’d come along with him thistime!

The moment you’d told him youwere going to the training camp with him, as moral support, he’d immediatelyerupted in cheers and had peppered your face in a million kisses. And, yes, hehad counted the kisses. He had to properly repay you for your kindness afterall.

He’d seen you come in and out ofthe gym, standing on the sidelines and cheering him on during practice, givingout the bottles of water to each of his teammates and himself. He’d given you ahug each time he’d come off the court, and, each time, you complained about theamount of sweat he was drenching you in. But he’d see your smile or feel yougiggling against his chest and he’d know that you didn’t really mind the sweat.

But it’d been about 2 hours sincehe’d seen you in the gym, and it was getting a little late for someone as smalland as adorable as you to be walking around without an escort. Him,specifically.

He knew you liked to come and goas you pleased, so he didn’t really question it too much – Kuroo had caught hisattention and pulled him into the 3rd gym, where he’d also recruited histwo favorite first years from Karasuno, his own bumbling wanna-be Ace, andBokuto’s favorite setter.

Ba-BAM!

The sound of Bokuto’s spikehitting the floor echoed through the gym above Kuroo’s frustrated groan.

“Ahaha! HEY HEY HEY!” Bokutocheered happily, sticking his tongue out at Kuroo, who was pouting to himselfabout the missed block. “Come on, Kuroo! Where’s your game today? Forget itback at Nekoma?” Bokutoa teased, feeling his confidence soaring.

“Yeah, yeah, lucky shot, Bo. Tryit again, see if you get through so easily.” Kuroo smirked as he stood tall onhis side of the net, his hands on his hips and a challenge in his dark goldeyes.

Bokuto bristled a bit at thechallenge, “What? You don’t think I can? I did it during practice today, and Ican do it aga-“

Bokuto almost fell forward intothe net at the feeling of something colliding with his back. He thought it wasAkaashi throwing a volleyball at him to get him to stop shit talking and focus.But he distinctly heard Akaashi’s shoes squeaking towards the bench for hiswater bottle. And it hadn’t been Hinata, because he was in Bokuto’s line ofsight being taunted by Lev and his overconfidence in his shit receives. He feltsmall hands lay over his stomach and a face being pressed into his back.

“Oh?” Bokuto raised his eyebrows,looking through Kuroo as he felt your body pressing back against his, “____!What a surprise! I was wondering where you went off to! You missed it, I spikedthe HELL out of this ball right past Kuroo! It’s like Kuroo didn’t even knowwhat he was doing!” Bokuto laughed loudly, sticking his tongue out at Kuroo ashis best friend waved him off with a placating smile before walking over toKenma to bother him.

But you didn’t respond with theusual excitement at his news. You didn’t react at all, really. He frowned a bitand squeezed your hands in his. But your only response was to move your hands tofully grasp his, intertwining your fingers with his and pressing your facefurther into his back.

Bokuto frowned a bit, not likingthat you were seemingly ignoring him while right there behind him. “____? Didyou hear me? I kicked Kuroo’s ass! I got my ball to fly right by his dumbface!” Bokuto smiled a bit, but felt it fall immediately after when he onlyheard silence from your end. “____? Are you okay?” He asked quietly.

Finally, you’d had enough time tocompose yourself, and you pulled away from his back as he turned around to faceyou properly. The wetness on your face could easily be explained away as hissweaty back (gross lmao), and the redness could be from the cool air nipping atyour bare face outside. You gave your boyfriend a wide smile, “That’swonderful, Kou! You’re so amazing!” You cheered softly, keeping your armswrapped around his middle and resting your chin on his chest.

He wasn’t buying it though, andhe cupped your face before leaning down and giving a wonderfully soft, tenderkiss to your lips. He knew something was wrong, but he didn’t really know howto ask, he’d never been good with words or with delving into your emotions. Hewas an emotional wreck, 24/7, without any inhibitions to hold back how he feelsabout any number of subjects. But you’d always been the cool headed one, alwayskept your calm. You were his anchor on reality when he got too worked up aboutthe silliest things. And that’s why he loved you with all his heart.

But it all came crashing downright then as he realized… he’d never even thought you felt things on the sameintensity as he did. He’d probably never even thought that you, also, hadfeelings that swayed your decisions erratically. Maybe not as erratically ashis, no one felt as strongly as Bokuto when he was in one of his moods. Bokutofelt his heart drop to his stomach, and you could tell there was somethingwrong with him now as he turned his eyes to look at the space just above youreyes.

You, always thinking about theother person over your own well being, felt a quiet panic rise in your heart ashis shaken face, and you pulled your hands from around his middle to place overhis on your cheeks, “Kou? That’s amazing, Kou, sweetheart. You slammed thatball down right next to Kuroo-san!” You gave him a wide smile, pushing your ownfeelings away for the moment, there was plenty of time to go through your ownissues when Bokuto wasn’t around. The moment he saw you struggling with yourown erratic feelings was the moment, you thought, he wouldn’t need you anymore.

Oh… how wrong you were.