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mingumis · 1 day ago

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a list of the known | kmg

lastly, mingyu might kind of be in love with you. this, by far, is the trickiest on his list.

pairing: gryffindor kim mingyu x slytherin f!reader genre: fluff, very pg! tags: school bully calls reader a derivation of mudblood :/ mention of death in the scope of an ethics dilemma a/n: my hp hyper-fixation has returned full force these past few days, so i just had to crank this one out to get it out of my system... pls indulge me <3 wc: 3.5k

Mingyu finds you fascinating. In fact, the Gryffindor has been determined to figure out the mystery that is you, ever since the first day of first year, when you quietly, shyly slipped into the seat beside him in Transfiguration. Here’s everything that he has gathered about you and compiled into a list (mentally, of course, he wouldn’t ever write this down and risk coming off like a creep):

First, you’re a perfect student. That one’s the easiest.

Even in fifth year, you wear your green and white trimmed sweater over the neatly pressed collared shirt and knotted striped tie, as properly as you did on your first ever day at Hogwarts. The “P” for prefect shines silver from your lapel, though it carries no more authority than the stern, icy look you give to students who toe the line of good behavior. Mingyu himself has been on the receiving end of that glare once or twice, when he and his teammates accidentally tracked mud into the halls from the Quidditch field. He shudders from time to time at the recollection of the chill that crept down his spine as he stammered over his words and promised that his team would clean up their mess.

Mingyu thinks that you wear the badge more like a brand, rather than an honor. You’ve always been on top of things, never a toe out of line, always the first or the best, or both, to do something. Ever since you were selected as one of two Slytherin prefects, he doesn’t know if he’s seen you take a single breath of relief. Whenever he sees you guiding a lost first-year up the shifting staircases or tugging a third-year rascal by the hood of his robe to the infirmary, Mingyu then wonders why the Headmaster ever selected him as a prefect, too.

It worries him that you seem to be headed in a straight trajectory towards the Head Girl position in a few years, whether you intend for it to happen or not.

Second, you hail from a Muggle family. That part took him a few days to figure out.

It had been strange, the way that you chose to sit next to him, a Gryffindor, rather than with the cluster of your housemates in the back of the classroom, where they giggled and whispered. Mingyu, thrilled at the idea of making friends across house alliances, had excitedly thrust his hand over to you, introducing himself with a big grin. Your eyes had widened as you stared back at him in silence for a few minutes, before returning the handshake with the slide of a tiny, soft palm against his and a mumble of your own name. He must’ve missed the tittering coming from the serpents in the back corner that day.

Mingyu really didn’t notice anything amiss until one day, you didn’t show up to History. Maybe you woke up late (though he never once saw you not in your seat, exactly five minutes before class started), no biggie. It starts to become a biggie when you miss Herbology, on a Mandrake repotting day, and then Charms, which he knows is your favorite class. Anxiety gnaws at the edges of his stomach until he pulls aside a boy with a green-and-white scarf and asks about you.

“Who?” is the snarl that comes from the boy, who wrinkles his nose as if disgusted to even be in the presence of a Gryffindor.

Mingyu frowns, but he won’t be deterred until he figures out where you are. He repeats your name and then starts describing you, though it gets him nowhere.

The Slytherin’s ugly scowl transforms into an uglier smirk. “Oh, Muddy? Probably off somewhere sniveling about being shoved down the stairs–”

Mingyu sees red, and his ears won’t stop ringing. When his vision and his hearing return to him, the Slytherin boy wails on the ground before him, lip split and nostrils dripping blood. A professor yells, subtracting points from both houses, and firm hands hold him back by the shoulders.

It’s a nasty, nasty thing to call someone who comes from a non-wizarding family. Blood prejudice was one of the first things Mingyu had been taught to abhor by his own parents in childhood. There is no space in the Kims’ world for the terrible thoughts that some pureblooded wizards hold toward those who came from Muggle roots. In fact, he'd grown up being taught that Muggle-born wizards and witches are more admirable for it, as they must learn and adapt to a whole new universe that they hadn’t grown up in.

Mingyu respects, marvels at how you, quietly but surely, know all of the answers to the questions the professors ask. Every question, in every subject. He couldn’t imagine ever thinking any lesser of you for your origins of birth, when you were performing lightyears ahead of your pureblooded classmates.

The following day, when he walks into Potions, you’re already setting up your cauldron, meticulously tending to the low fire. Mingyu drops his bag onto the bench beside yours, carefully assessing a tiny scratch on your cheek, a bruise on your elbow peeking out from where you’ve neatly folded up sleeves up to.

You glance up at his arrival, eyes latching onto the tiny bandage plastered to his eyebrow, where the Slytherin boy’s nail had sliced into him as he flailed. “What happened to you?” Your voice wisps out, nearly inaudible.

“Nothing. What happened to you?”

Something flickers across your gaze as you look away for a moment, pretending to check on your bubbling cauldron. Then, with the tiniest quirk to your mouth, you shrug, “Nothing.”

He grins.

Third, you’re a Slytherin, through and through. This took him a few years, surprisingly.

With your whip-smart mind, Mingyu wonders why the Sorting Hat hadn’t placed you in Ravenclaw instead. After all, it seemed a bit cruel to send a Muggle-born child into a house teeming with pureblood supremacists.

In fact, you had taken to Wonwoo quite easily when Mingyu introduced you to the half-Muggle Ravenclaw. The way that the two of you discussed wizarding and Muggle books, conversations flowing seamlessly from one topic to another without losing each other to any lapse of thought, both fascinated Mingyu and made his head hurt. Once in a while, he can't help but feel left out, but most of the time, he’s happy that you seem to have found another friend in Wonwoo.

Mingyu finally came to understand your placement only in fourth year. In Defense Against the Dark Arts, there had been a duelling unit, and you had been pitted up against Hoon, the Slytherin boy who Mingyu had pummeled a few years back. As far as he could tell, Hoon hadn’t learned his lesson, still bullying you with his group of cronies, still calling you those mean, awful names.

As you clambered onto the duelling platform, his stomach had twisted anxiously, frightened that Hoon would use this chance to cause some actual harm to you. You had merely taken your stance, wand an effortless extension of your arm.

Hoon had sneered that ugly grin of his, and you met it, cheek dimpling. Then, the professor had called the start, and it was over in an instant.

With a flourish of your wrist, you called out a quick succession of charms in that calm, even voice of yours, “Expelliarmus, Levioso, Depulso.” Within seconds, Hoon had been disarmed, lifted, and then shoved backwards and off of the platform, crashing and landing onto the stone floor. He had bemoaned and complained that you’d gotten a false start, but the professor was already calling the match.

You, however, seemed not to notice that the duel was over, shoulders a taut line, wand still readied. Your smile no longer curled at your mouth, lips instead twitching with the beginnings of another charm. Diffin–

Mingyu leapt up to the platform, grabbing you by the elbow and tugging you back. “Hey,” he murmured, pressing his face into your view until the awareness returned and cleared your gaze. “You won. It’s over.”

You let yourself be pulled down from the platform, the easy confidence that you wore during the duel instantly vanishing and the usual tension returning to your body. Mingyu hadn’t said anything more and neither of you spoke about the class ever again, but both had understood exactly what the moment could have led to.

It doesn’t make Mingyu think any worse of you; he doesn’t think that much in the world could. He doesn’t equate what happened to be the streak of evil that everyone seems to associate Slytherin House with. His parents had always told him that there are awful people in Slytherin, yes, but there are bullies in Hufflepuff, too. It does, however, make his heart ache at the thought that you had only been lashing out in defense, as a wounded wild animal might when backed into a corner.

Fourth. You’re not one for Quidditch or anything sporty, but he always seems to spot you in the bleachers during matches.

It’s easy to find you, especially from the air, since you’re always sitting with Wonwoo, Seungkwan, and Junhui, down on land where you’re keen on being. You hadn’t taken to a broomstick ever since the mandatory Flying lessons in first year, claiming a deathly fear of heights. Mingyu himself suffers from the same affliction, but oddly enough, he finds that flying is the one time he doesn’t mind the height, never mind the fact that he would never be able to give Quidditch up.

The mingling of red and green and blue and yellow heartens Mingyu as he soars overhead. His group is what all of Hogwarts should be like, and it makes him smile. Head fuzzy with the thought, he barely registers the Quaffle sailing past his head and yelps, dipping sharply to dive for it.

From behind, Seokmin hollers, “You’re distracted, Kim Mingyu!”

Quaffle safely tucked into his elbow, Mingyu comes up and levels his broomstick off, sneaking a glance over to Seungcheol, their Keeper and Captain, who hasn’t seemed to notice the blunder. “Keep your voice down,” he hisses at his friend, tossing the ball back over.

Seokmin chortles and easily receives it. “Stop looking for your girlfriend during practices, then. You know what Seungcheol always says, the habits you make in practice show up during the real thing.”

“Girlfriend?” Chan settles nearby in the midst of zipping by. His head tilts curiously, lips quirking up already.

Mingyu groans. His friends have always been too nosy for his liking. “She’s not my girlfriend. We’ve been great friends since first year.”

“So have we, but I don’t see you ogling me every chance you get.”

He pretends that he doesn’t hear Seokmin’s quip, craning his neck down to glance back at his friends. There’s a green and blue beanie leaned into each other; no doubt you and Wonwoo are huddled against the cold, poring over another book together. The thought of that makes his stomach hurt, and he briefly wonders if he should feign sickness and return to his friends on the field below.

Chan has inched closer, following his line of vision. “Oh, you mean Sparky?” The younger Seeker’s gaze lingers for a moment on you.

Mingyu’s stomach warms at the sound of the nickname that he’s given you, endlessly pleased that his friends have picked it up.

It’s a little dumb, the way it came to be. Back in third year, you’d shown him a children's picture book that you brought with you from the Muggle world. It had been your favorite growing up, you’d explained patiently, as he flipped through the pages that depicted a tiny but determined brown puppy named Sparky who ventured through an unexplored alien world.

Then, during the next Charms class, you had nearly fallen asleep at your desk, as a result of staying up for a particularly difficult Arithmancy exam. When the Charms Master had abruptly called on you to demonstrate, you had shot to your feet and conjured up an excitable Lumos out of your fluster, leading to a few stray sparks spilling from your wand tip. The professor had nodded approvingly, commenting on your fiery interpretation of the spell, but Mingyu had spied the tips of your ears burning as you slowly sank back into your seat.

“Nice one, Sparky,” he’d said, watching as your ears flared redder.

The memory makes him smile again. It’s dumb, the origins of it, but it works, he thinks. He likes brown puppies, since it reminds him of his grandmother’s old pet, and he likes you. You may be reserved and unruffled most of the time, but he sees the sparks fly from you every so often. When you’re raising your hand in class to succinctly debate a classmate’s point (often a fellow Slytherin’s) and prove them wrong. When you rush past him at the end of Potions class with a quick greeting to make it to Arithmancy because you’ve taken up two more electives than is required.

“Look at this goof grinning like a fool again,” Seokmin groans, leaning back to toss the Quaffle at passing teammate when Seungcheol blows the whistle to signal the end of practice. “If we lose the Cup this year because of your little crush, I’m gonna go and tell Sparky myself.”

They make their descent back towards the pitch, as Mingyu hisses, “You wouldn’t.”

The Beater merely shrugs, “I would.”

Lastly, Mingyu might kind of be in love with you. This, by far, is the trickiest on his list.

He doesn’t know if he’s allowed to call it that quite yet.

You really are a wonderful friend of his, one of his closest friends at Hogwarts. That’s how it started, but somewhere along the years, the lines might have gotten blurred. Honestly, Mingyu thinks that it’s only natural to treat your best friends with kindness and generosity. He thinks that it’s normal to want to learn about the world that you come from, to better understand who you are as a person.

Seokmin thinks that it’s not normal for friends to take Muggle Studies as an elective to achieve that.

Mingyu thinks that it’s normal to give you little gifts of the things that he knows that you like and need.

Seungcheol thinks that it’s not normal to bring back strawberry pies that his father baked and gloves that his mother knit for you from home after Christmas break.

“Mingyu, how are you doing on your Muggle Studies paper?”

He glances up at the sound of your voice, violently pulled from his thoughts and back to the library, where you and he have been laboring away at homework for hours. His cheeks prickle hot as if he’s been caught red handed, and he has to take a moment to convince himself that he hasn’t been thinking out loud, that you have no clue what’s been running inside of his head, that you can’t hear the rapid thudding of his heart against his chest.

“Huh?” He says dumbly, before glancing down at the stack of his nearly completed assignment. The top of his first page reads The Trolley Problem: A Consideration in Muggle Ethics. “Umm, almost done, I think.”

“I’ll take a look.”

You’re already tugging his paper from his hands, pushing away your own homework assignments to properly place it before you.

Mingyu watches carefully as your brow furrows in concentration and your eyes jump from word to word. He can’t pull his gaze away from you, focusing on every movement, every habit of yours as you read through his essay. He loves the way that your mouth twists this way and that as you think, the way you fork a bite of strawberry pie without even looking away from the parchment, the way you twirl a quill in your left hand.

“Mm,” you nod and set the papers down, “It’s well written, and you’ve certainly done the research. Just need a conclusion, right?”

He flushes, pleased from the compliments. “Yeah, I’m just having a bit of trouble coming up with one.”

Your forehead creases. “Okay, what are you struggling with?”

“It’s just–” Mingyu frowns, grasping for the right words. Taking this class has reframed his thinking in a way. He finds himself pausing a lot more often before he speaks on Muggle topics, pondering whether it could come off as offensive or ignorant to you, especially. “Well, I have trouble envisioning this as a dilemma at all, when a simple Levitating Charm could solve it.”

His nerves melt away a bit when you smile. You smile, but there’s a strain to your eyes when you knead at them with a knuckle.

“Right,” you say, amused. “Don’t worry, Muggles haven’t quite figured this one out either. But there’s also a number of ways you can set this problem up, so maybe we can play around with it to help you understand better?”

Mingyu eyes the stack of textbooks beside you that you’re neglecting to help him. Astutely, you pick up his reservation and shrug it off, “I desperately need a break from History of Magic. I’m going to lose my mind if I have to recall one more Minister of Magic in order of ‘Most Renovations Made to their Office’. Please.”

How could he ever deny?

“Okay, Sparks,” he nods and leans in closer to listen attentively, “Have at it.”

“Think of it like this.” You pull a blank sheet of paper and begin scratching lines of ink onto it. When a rough sketch of the trolly problem has been created, you draw stick figures onto the track. “Muggles can’t use magic, so it’s life or death for them, right? The lever is in your hands; you’re playing God in their lives.”

Mingyu balks at the idea of it. You never mince your words, so the unrestrained explanation does help drive the point in a little better than his professor had. “And it’s either I let the trolley run over the group of people, or I save them by making it so that one person dies.”

“Right. Exactly. In any sane person’s mind, you’d pull the lever and sacrifice one person for the sake of five others.” You draw an X over the singular stick figure and scribble a happy face onto the group of five. “So where does the dilemma come in?”

He contemplates the question. “It’d be blood on my hands. I’d be purposefully choosing to let the one person die, rather than being complicit into letting the train continue on and killing the group.”

You hum in approval. “But it’d be one life over five. The greater good and all that. Now, what if the one person was a child, while the group was elderly? The child has barely been given a chance to live, while the elderly have achieved long, somewhat fulfilled lives. Or what if the one person tied to the other side of the tracks wasn’t a stranger? What if it was a friend or a relative? How does the 'one versus many' question change then?”

Mingyu squirms in his seat. “That would never happen,” he insists, squeamish at even imagining all such scenarios. “No wizard or witch in my life would find themselves in this dumb situation.”

You snort, rolling your eyes. “Okay, fine. Let’s say that we’re all home for the summer. I get to King’s Cross, and instead of getting onto Nine and Three-Quarters, silly ol’ Muggle-born me, I make the wrong right turn and find myself tied to the tracks. Somehow, you’re there at the lever, and it’s either me or five strangers. Choose.”

He fully shivers. “Saving you, of course.” Mingyu pauses and then frowns, “Are the five people Muggles? Am I allowed to use magic?”

Delighted, you laugh, and he wishes he could bottle it up in a vial like Felix Felicis. He thinks it would glitter gold, just the same.

“No, Gyu, you can’t use magic. And yes, they’re Muggles.”

“Still you.”

“Alright, now what if those five people were your Quidditch teammates?”

“You.”

Your eyes light up in surprise. “Me over Seokmin, Seungcheol, and Chan? You’d let them die?”

Mingyu clicks his tongue, pretending not to notice the way that his face heats a bit at your genuine wonder. “If they’re stupid enough to get into this predicament, maybe they’d deserve it.”

You huff out a quiet chuckle before handing his papers back over. “Does that help you come to a conclusion?”

Mingyu nods firmly. He notices that there’s been a dollop of strawberry pie filling on the corner of your lips all this time, and without even thinking, he leans over the desk and thumbs it off of your mouth.

“You would never be stupid enough to find yourself tied to the train tracks, though.” He assures, more to himself than to you.

You blink owlishly at him and then rub at your eyes again. You try to hide your face behind your palms, but he can see the pink flush through the spaces between your fingers.

Yeah, he supposes he can call it love.

"bonus":

hijacking my own post to yap about hogwarts!au svt :> i know they/dokyeom sorted themselves into houses already, but this is how i think they'd be sorted and if/what positions they'd play in quidditch:

gryffindor: seungcheol (keeper), junhui, mingyu (chaser), seokmin (beater), chan (seeker)

slytherin: jeonghan (beater), jihoon, soonyoung

ravenclaw: wonwoo, minghao, hansol

hufflepuff: joshua, seungkwan (chaser)

hehehehehe pls chat with me more if you have thoughts i could go on and on about this

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white-wolf-buckaroo · 4 months ago

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It's nice to make new friends

A dad!Vander fic (with my og character, Luna, Vander's fifth adopted child)

Masterlist: there you go

Disclaimer: english ain't my first language folks

It was a rare sunny day in the Lanes, the kind of day when kids ran wild through the streets, taking advantage of the light and warmth before Zaun’s ever-present smog rolled back in. Vander had sent Vi, Mylo, and Claggor off on some errand, at which they excitedly leaped out of the bar to run around the streets freely, while he had to take care of an errands with some suppliers, leaving Powder and Luna in the care of Benzo, who’d offered to watch them while Vander worked.

Luna had met Benzo a few times at The Last Drop during the first few weeks she began living with Vander. He was a familiar face in the bustling bar, his voice carrying easily over the noise as he greeted Vander or exchanged quick words with patrons. The first time she saw him, she had been perched on one of the barstools, swinging her legs nervously as Vander prepared her a midday snack in the back. Benzo had walked in, his coat slightly dusty from the streets, and immediately noticed her sitting there, small and quiet.

“And who are you?” Benzo had asked with a warm smile, leaning on the bar close to her.

Luna froze, unsure if she should answer; Vander had told her to not talk to strangers or anyone he or the kids didn’t know. Luckily Vander appeared from the kitchen just then, a plate in his hands, and gave her a reassuring nod.

“This here’s Luna,” Vander said, setting the plate down in front of her. “She’s staying with us now.”

Benzo’s expression softened as he studied her. “Luna, huh? That’s a good name. I’m Benzo.”

She offered a timid nod in response, her hands clutching the edge of the stool. Something about the way he spoke—kind, but not overly sweet, like other adults would do—made her relax just a little.

Benzo dropped by several times, sometimes for business with Vander and other times just to have a drink and a chat with his friend. He always made a point to greet her, his voice warm and friendly, never rushing her to talk more than she was ready for.

“You settling in all right?” he asked her one evening, noticing how she lingered near the door to the back room while the older kids laughed and played a rowdy game at one of the tables.

She nodded, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “It’s… loud sometimes.”

Benzo chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Yeah, they’ve got energy, those ones. But you’ll get used to it. They’re a good bunch.” She liked that he didn’t push her to join in if she wasn’t ready. He didn’t treat her like a child who needed coaxing, but rather like someone who just needed a little space. “I’ve got a little rascal at my shop too. Ekko. He’s a good kid. Maybe you can come meet him some day. The others like him, I’m sure you’ll do too.”

As she had gotten to trust Benzo, and Vander trusted him too, he dropped Powder and Luna off at his shop for the day. Benzo’s place was cluttered with gadgets, tools, and trinkets, the kind of place that seemed to breathe chaos but held endless wonder for curious kids. Luna sat cross-legged on the floor, tinkering with a broken wind-up toy Benzo had handed her to keep her occupied. Powder, as usual, was bouncing from one corner of the shop to the next, poking at anything that caught her eye.

The shop bell jingled, and a boy about Powder’s age stepped inside. His brown skin glowed in the sunlight, and his bright white hair made him stand out like a star against Zaun’s gloom. He wore patched clothes and carried a satchel slung over one shoulder.

“Ekko,” Benzo greeted with a nod.

“Got the parts you asked for,” the boy replied cheerfully, dropping the satchel onto the counter. His voice was confident, and he moved with the ease of someone who knew the shop well.

Powder perked up immediately, bounding over to him. “Ekko!” she said, grinning wide. “You’re back! Did you bring anything cool?”

Ekko smirked, pulling a few gears and shiny bits from his bag. “Always got something cool for you.”

Luna watched from her spot on the floor, her hands pausing on the toy she was fixing. She wasn’t used to people outside her family—she still felt shy around strangers, even ones Powder seemed to know. She remembered the boy’s name, though: Ekko. It was the boy Benzo had told her about, the one that lived with him.

“Who’s that?” Ekko asked, noticing her for the first time.

“That’s Luna,” Powder said, her tone cheerful but matter-of-fact. “She’s our sister. Well, kinda. Vander took her in.”

Luna shrank a little under Ekko’s curious gaze, but he walked over to her nonetheless, smiling.

“Hey,” he said, crouching down to her level. “You fixin’ that?” He gestured to the toy in her hands.

Luna nodded hesitantly. “It’s broken,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

“Lemme see,” Ekko said, holding out a hand. Luna hesitated for a moment before handing the toy to him. “I’m Ekko, by the way.”

“Luna.” she replied shyly

He turned it over in his hands, examining it carefully. “Yeah, this spring’s all bent outta shape. I got one in my bag that might fit.” He went back to his satchel, rummaging through it before pulling out a small, shiny spring.

Powder plopped down beside them, watching intently as Ekko worked. “You’re really good at that,” she said.

“Better than you,” Ekko teased, earning a playful shove from Powder.

Luna watched quietly, her eyes wide as Ekko skillfully replaced the spring and wound up the toy. It started moving again, its little legs kicking as it wobbled across the floor.

“There,” Ekko said, handing it back to her. “Good as new.”

Luna smiled shyly, her fingers curling around the toy. “Thank you,” she said softly.

“Don’t mention it,” Ekko replied with a grin. “You stick around long enough, I’ll teach you how to fix stuff like that yourself.”

Luna didn’t respond, but something in his easy smile and friendly tone put her at ease.

At first, Luna hadn’t said much, shyly staying close to Powder and clutching the hem of her dress as Ekko chatted. But as the day went on, she began to warm up; Ekko had a knack for breaking through her quiet reserve, his jokes and teasing drawing shy giggles from her that gradually grew louder. He made silly faces, exaggerated his stories, and even let her fiddle with a gadget he’d been tinkering with.

By the afternoon, Luna was comfortable enough to sit beside Ekko on the shop counter, her small legs swinging as she laughed at something he’d said. Powder had joined them, eagerly showing off a collection of shiny bits and bobbles Benzo had given her.

When Vander came to pick up Luna and Powder from the shop, he paused in the doorway, taking in the sight of Luna perched on the counter next to Ekko, the two of them giggling with Powder. A soft smile spread across Vander’s face as he crossed the room.

“What’s this, huh?” he asked, his voice warm and gruff. “You make a new friend, Lu?”

Luna nodded, her smile small but genuine. “This is Ekko,” she said, pointing to him proudly as if introducing someone important.

Ekko looked up at Vander, his usual confidence not faltering under the man’s towering presence. He straightened a little, though, the awe and respect in his wide eyes unmistakable. “Hey Vander!”

Vander tilted his head, his expression kind. “Hey yourself,” he replied, his deep voice rumbling with amusement as he reached out to ruffle Luna’s hair. “You treat my girls right, yeah?”

“Always,” Ekko said with a grin.

Vander’s gaze lingered on the kids for a beat longer, before moving to Benzo, who was a few feet away repairing an old machine, leaving the kids be for a few more minutes.

Later, as they left the shop, Vander slung a hand protectively around Luna’s and Powder’s shoulder, large enough to encompass nearly their entire backs. They leaned into his side, feeling the weight of his presence and the safety it brought. Luna carried the toy Benzo had given her with her, now repaired with the help of Ekko.

“Did you have fun today?” Vander said as they walked back to the bar.

“Yes!” answered Powder. “Can we come back soon?”

“We’ll see,” Vander chuckled. He turned his gaze to Luna. “Did you like Ekko?”

Luna nodded, her voice soft but certain. “He’s funny. And nice.”

“That’s good, Lu. It’s nice to make new friends.”

From that day forward, Ekko became a regular part of Luna’s world. He’d come over to The Last Drop alongside Benzo more often, and he began to join her, Powder, Mylo, Vi and Claggor in their games. She also kept the toy she had gotten that day, in a trunk by her cot, alongside the other little treasures she was starting to collect: a smooth round stone from Mylo that reminded him of the moon, a scrap of fabric Vi said might make a good headband someday, a bent nail Claggor had told her was “lucky”, and some crayons from Powder.

A little treasure from every sibling.

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heav3n-of-rxses · 3 months ago

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kiwiplaetzchen · 6 months ago

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*BAM* knocking through the dorm to leave some shinies, juicey toffee-apple and I hope plain sweeties and not pepper imps 🔥

Nosy was comfortably huddled in his cosy nest, made from Sebastian's scarf and shiny treasures he'd collected over time. His tiny paws clutched a few coins, and nestled against him was his beloved golden rubber duck, which quacked faintly every so often. All was quiet and peaceful, until-

BAM!

A loud noise echoed through the dorm room, startling the little Niffler and making his fur stand on end. His eyes shot wide open with alarm. Who dared disturb his day?! Nosy tried to eavesdrop from his little hideaway. Had the pretty Prefect noticed his nice-scented soap was missing again? He glanced suspiciously at the lavender chunk and, with a quick motion, shoved it deeper under a pile of coins, just to be sure.

Just as Nosy finished burying his prized treasure, the wardrobe door creaked open, flooding his nest with light. He blinked against the sudden brightness, his head tilting as he tried to make sense of who or what had dared to disturb his peaceful day.

In the doorway stood a young lad Nosy hadn't seen before, arms overflowing with various goodies. His eyes darted between the boy's hands and the shiny things he was carrying. A faint squeak came from the rubber duck as the little Niffler shifted, his attention now fully locked on the unexpected visitor. What was that, shining like a ruby in the candlelight? Nosy's eyes grew big, pupils wide with desire.

The boy, seemingly unaware of the teal king's intense gaze, carefully placed down his small pile of offerings right in front of the wardrobe. Nosy's gaze never wavered from the shiny red apple, which gleamed like a jewel, so tantalising and perfect. Slowly, Nosy poked his head out from his nest, eyes flickering between the boy and his tempting treats. He didn’t seem dangerous, not like that pesky Hufflepuff who seemed to be obsessed with the Niffler. But, heh, who could blame him? After all, Nosy was magnificent!

Slowly, the little menace tumbled out of the wardrobe, landing directly in front of the toffee apple on his fluffy bum. He gave the new fifth-year a small head bow, clearly proud of his little stunt, before grabbing hold of the ruby candy. Chirping happily, he held it up in the air like a trophy, giving the boy an approving nod.

With great enthusiasm, Nosy opened his snout as wide as he could and bit into the apple, his little tongue poking out as he licked the sugary coating. This was heaven. After a few more licks, the teal furred rascal glanced at the other presents the boy had offered. His eyes sparkled as he reached for one of the coins and gave it a test nibble. Real gold. Nice, he thought and tucked the coin into his belly pouch with a satisfied hum.

Nosy continued licking the apple, his eyes flicking up at the new fifth-year. This lad had done well, the Niffler decided. He deserved a reward! Slowly, Nosy waddled back to the wardrobe, still clutching the toffee apple in his paws, and began rummaging through his nest.

After a moment, he let out a small squeak of triumph. Returning to the boy, Nosy proudly placed the nice-smelling violet soap chunk at his feet. Well done, his eyes seemed to say, before he waddled back to his nest, licking his apple and quite pleased with himself.

#traceyc-uk #The new Fifth Year #Nosy #hl rp #Hogwarts Legacy #Nosy fanart #you have no idea how much I squealed at that ask!!#thank you so much!!#💚🥹#Nosy looks so cute!!!#his big eyes! his fur!#THE TEAL KING!#and the little golden rubber duck!! 😆💚#🫂🫂#thank you so so much!!#😭🙇‍♂️

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respectthepetty · 4 months ago

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Before I get to the colors in the fifth episode of Perfect 10 Liners, I need to speak my truth:

BOOK IS SO FREAKING PRETTY!

AND SO IS TAY!

So I need this show to stop trying to sell me this "they are ugly" agenda because they are GORGEOUS, and if I was Force sitting next to them, I'd know I was gay. No doubts. I'd just be like, "Damn, I'm so fucking homo for these two amazingly beautiful men" then kiss them.

Also, I need an entire series set on the beach because I like sad wet boys.

So I'll begin my colors post with the beach scenes - Arc is in love with Arm because he wears some muted variation of Arm's yellow color.

And I think it shows Arc really is trying to hold back his emotions a bit since it's not a full yellow, but Arm also has red over his heart.

So this Red Rascal and Yellow Yal do love each other.

But they can't work anything out on their own!

Which is why they need all the Blue Boys to help them out.

Arm has Sand.

And Arc has Warm.

But Jet put this trip in motion and made sure to rope Tawan into nudging Arc to confess.

Thankfully, the Blue Boys are getting their own love story, since Pond is fully immersed in his love for his Blue Boy Sand.

And being true to his color, Orange Oddity Pond quickly confesses that he wants to be with Sand who is already merging their colors together on his shirt.

And I'm praying that Blue Boy Warm is making magic happen with Purple Person Cop!

MY SHIP IS SAILING!

And after confessing that Arm believes he is cursed in love,

I get to see that this sad wet Yellow Yal was always meant to be in love with a Red Rascal.

So they finally use the bed the way it was intended to be used!

But Lord knows they still need ALL the help they can get from the Blue Boys who carry the brain cells of this friend group.

#perfect 10 liners #color coded boys in love #the colors mean things #I love these colors so much #Warm x Cop are sailing!#I want to speak to the manager #and tell them whoever came up with the colors deserves a promotion #episode five #I'm having a great time here

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violet-fluff · 1 year ago

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Levi x Jealous!Reader AU

Lover Girl

Thanks for the request ❤️

Jealousy is the ugliest trait.

You don’t get jealous.

You’ll never be ugly like that.

But man is it hard not to be when you see a pretty girl flirting with the guy you like.

“Y/N! You love this place so much you visit on your day off?” Hanji places a cup of coffee on a customer’s table with a smile, and then walks over to your table. “And you brought Little Rascal for a pupachino?”

Hanji kneels down and rubs your dog’s stomach. The little weiner dog happily flops over to get some pets.

You glance inside the coffee shop to peek at the new girl so nonchalantly flirting with Levi. “Hmm…yeah I just came for some coffee and sunshine.”

Sitting on the other chair, Hanji smirks and rests her chin on her palm. “Watching over your boooooyfriiiieeennnd?”

You scoff as a bright red blush crosses your cheeks. “He’s not my boyfriend! And I’m not watching over anyone!”

“And the sky isn’t blue.” Hanji snorts. “It’s fine girly-kins! The new girl is only here for training!”

The front door jingles as it swings open. “What’s going on out here?”

You glare at Hanji as she smirks. “Just asking our dear friend why she’s hanging around work on her day off?”

Levi clicks his tongue. “Yeah, why are you here? You don’t trust this place to run without you?”

You were about to reply when the new girl, Anne, popped up from behind Levi. “Don’t worry! Levi does great! I’m getting the best training around!” She says with a wide grin. “Right, Levi?”

With a nod, Levi crosses his arms. “Yeah, we’re doing perfectly fine here. Now were you going to order something or just sit around?”

Hanji pursed her lips at the tension filling the air, and she can practically feel the anger radiating from you.

Giving an annoyed sigh, you scoot your chair back to stand. “Not if you’re going to make it. You may be the best at making tea, but you tend to burn the coffee.”

Flipping your sunglasses back over your eyes, you grab Little Rascal’s leash and start walking away.

Anne walks forward. “Wait! I want to pet your cute dog!” As she leans over to pet him, Little Rascal growls, causing her to retract her hand in fear.

“Sorry, he’s shy.” You smile and walk off.

The trio watches as trek your way back downtown.

“What the hell is up her ass?” Levi asks Hanji.

Hanji can only shrug her shoulders and lie. “Not sure. Why don’t you ask her.”

You’re telling Little Rascal good job for having your back when your phone pings.

Levi Shorty: Get your ass back here.

You: Why????

Levi Shorty: Any reason why you’re cranky today?

You: nope

Levi Shorty: Is it something I said?

You: no. its really nothing. just go back to training anne <3

Levi Shorty: What’s with the heart?

You decide to end the conversation when you make it to the dog park, but start hearing pings of Levi’s annoyance when you don’t answer him.

Levi Shorty: Hello?

Levi Shorty: So it was me.

Levi Shorty: You really shouldn’t be walking around town by yourself.

Levi Shorty: The little hot dog can only protect you so much.

Levi Shorty: I will call you if you don’t answer.

“Then go ahead, I’ll just ignore you.” You talk to yourself as you watch Little Rascal run around in the dog park.

Your phone rings and you send it to voicemail.

It rings again.

And again.

You answer on the fifth call. “What?!”

Levi: Hey watch your attitude, brat, I’m just making sure you’re ok.

“Yes! Yes I’m ok! I’m just busy watching my dog at the dog park. I can’t just keep my eyes off him, ya know.” You half yell.

Levi: Y/N what’s with you? You’ve been acting weird the past two weeks.

You roll your eyes and squeeze your phone. “I’ve been fine. Just…just go back to lover girl.”

Levi: Who?

“LOVER GIRL. The girl YOU ARE TRAINING.” You emphasize through clenched teeth.

Levi: I have no idea what you mean by that.

“Of course you don’t. Ok, I have to go now.” You hang up the phone before Levi can respond.

Tears fill your eyes as you watch Little Rascal run up to you. “Buddy, I’m acting like a fool aren’t I?” Little Rascal whines as he licks your hand. “Don’t cry, because I’ll cry more. Ugh…I probably ruined any chances I had. All because of some stupid jealousy.”

After taking some time to pull yourself together, you’re just about to head home when someone grabs your arm.

You flip around ready to defend yourself when Levi is staring back at you. “Levi?”

“You’re jealous.” He interrupts you before you deny it. “Hanji told me. Why the hell are you jealous? I was just doing my job.”

You shake your head with a laugh. “Guys really are clueless sometimes. Why would I be jealous of you doing your job?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Do you feel like I was giving her better training?”

You hold back a scream and curl your fingers into a fist. “NO LEVI! I was jealous because I’ve been watching her flirt with you for the past couple weeks, and I don’t like it because I have a thing for you. JESUS!”

Levi doesn’t know what to say. He can only stare back at you as he goes over the options in his head. “Well…she’s not you…”

“Is that good or bad?”

He smiles softly. “Bad. Did you want to go get lunch? We can take the little hot dog.”

You inwardly squeal as you realize Levi is taking you out for a little date. “Sure.”

Levi smiles and picks up Little Rascal. “His little legs will only slow us down.”

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi x y/n #levi attack on titan #levi aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman request #violet: levi ackerman oneshot

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dribs-and-drabbles · 5 months ago

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With nothing that I'm watching airing today, and with all the Bad Buddy three-year anniversary content on my dash, I decided to rewatch ep 1 of the series.

And it finally hit me. Why Pa is wearing the Dr Seuss t-shirt this ep.

Un pez, dos peces, pez roco, pez azul / One fish, two fishes, red fish, blue fish.

I always thought it was just that the blue was for her brother, Blue Boy Pat, and the red writing (and fish) for Red Rascal Pran...but the fishes...I just couldn't work out why this particular t-shirt slogan was being used in a show full of t-shirt slogans that made excellent comments on the narrative...

But today, in my sixty-fifth hundreth re-watch, I finally realised. Fishes. Which are usually in water. Just like Pa being rescued by Pran in the lake in the flashback later in the ep.

Pa, in the orangey-red shorts and lime green top. And with Pat rounding out the colours in the white vest.

And just like that, I can rest easy.

#bad buddy #I can't believe I'm realising things about this show three years later #maybe this is not news to many others and someone has already pointed this out #but it was my epiphany today #bad buddy series #bad buddy the series #patpran #there will not be a t-shirt I won't analyse in this show

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oftlunarialmoon · 9 months ago

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MOVIES ON YOUTUBE

Cats Don't Dance

The Borrowers

Osmosis Jones

Bratz Live Action Movie

Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer

Ugly Dolls

Old/B Horror Movies (scary warning)

Maya the Bee Movie

Sailor Moon S the Movie

Sailor Moon SuperS the Movie

Alpha & Omega: Journey to Bear Kingdom

Anastasia

Snow White

A Stork's Journey

The Ant Bully

Quackerz

Uncle P

I Am T-Rex

The Clique

Hoot

Pixies

Dan Vs. - The Wolf-Man

The Breadwinner

Just My Luck

Penelope

Twilight Zone: The Movie

Daisies (1966) (one of my favourite art films from Czechoslovakia in the pre-soviet era)

Into the Woods (2014)

Fantastic Mr. Fox

Sailor Moon (Original Japanese)

The Carol Burnett Show

Popeye Cartoon

Naruto (English Subtitled) (Subbed)

H2O: Just Add Water

The Dick Van Dyke Show

Hunter x Hunter (Subbed) (Subbed)

Ghostbusters

The Neverending Story

It Takes Two

Peanuts: Race for Your Life Charlie Brown

Thunder And The House Of Magic

Quest for Camelot

Adventures Of Shark Boy And Lava Girl

Arthur's Missing Pal

Ghost Hunters International

The Big Comfy Couch

Me, Eloise!

Kitchen Nightmares

Wow! Wow! Wubbzy

Death Note (Subbed) (Subbed)

Candid Camera

Flash Gordon

Street Fighter - The Animated Series

Hell's Kitchen

Captain Simian & the Space Monkeys

Hello Kitty

The Storyteller

The Weird Al Show

Treehouse Masters

Inuyasha (Subbed) (Subbed)

Care Bears: Grizzle-ly Adventures

Wow, I Never Knew That!

Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader

Bruno & The Banana Bunch

Care Bears: Welcome to Care-A-Lot

Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction

Patchwork Pals

ALF

Storm Chasers

Little Rascals Shorts

The Lone Ranger

All Dogs Go To Heaven

Baby Einstein Classics

Baby Einstein: The Sandbox

#agere class #agere classroom #agere daycare #agere school #agere #age regression #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #age regressor #sfw age regression #agereg #age dreaming #sfw little blog #agere blog #Ciao lovelies #Agere diys #Agere diy #Agere craft #Agere crafts

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heav3n-of-rxses · 2 months ago

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Fanfiction Masterpost

Hey Guys!! Exciting news! I am going to finally start posting about my fanfics I posted on here! It may not be as pretty or fancy as some, but I want to, and I figured doing it and being happy and enjoying it is better than letting my perfectionist tendencies get the better of me, huh?

So! First Fic is difectly taken from some roleplay lore of mine and the lovely @the-fifth-rascal ! Go show her some love

✧.* | 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: The Language of Gods’ Love

✧.* | 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail

✧.* | 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: General Audiences

✧.* | 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲: F/F

✧.* | 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

This is my first Genshin Impact X Honkai: Star Rail crossover. I wrote these fanfic oneshots in the series for a roleplay on tumblr. Anyway, now onto the summary:

Gaiathra and Guizhong are gods, before the archon war, living in perfect peace. They have known each other for years, and now, Guizhong decides to take the next step, surrounded by incense and candlelight.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62589748

#{ heav3n of rxses }#{ 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚒.𝚝𝚡𝚝 }#{ 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.𝚝𝚡𝚝 }#{ 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝.𝚝𝚡𝚝 }#{ 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚔𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕.𝚝𝚡𝚝 }#the fifth rascal #gaiathra triclops #guizhong #guizhong/gaiathra #guiathra #gold dust

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smileything · 3 months ago

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REBLOG THIS WITH 4 OF YOUR BLORBOS FROM 4 DIFFERENT THINGS

Here My

BTW i Want You to Judge Me

This is The part Where i tag a lot Of Guys

@mrnovelist @krinsbez @the-fifth-rascal @littlekidsteve @local-lover-boy @wxth3r1ngflxw3r @abelhatarefada

#blorbo #blorbo posting #lorelai blyndeff #booster gold #Collei #nadia van dyne

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queen0fm0nsterz · 4 months ago

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How do you think the lady statuettes were distributed?

Who were entrusted with them, do you think they knew they were more than just porcelain (or whatever the shadow that escapes them is). All guests presumably die over the year (I loved the lady referring to them as rations in seafarers btw I love her so much) so I don't think any brought them to the city as a souvenir.

Is it possible she gave one to a former employee? Hoping to spread her influence or senses?

Because if they're just packed lunches, I'm not sure why there would be one in the pale city. It would be cool if they make it even easier for her to spread her senses out and "see" what's happening around the figurines. Maybe she was testing how far her senses could extend.

HAH, you fool! /j you should know better than to give me a chance to talk about Seafarers...

Alright SO. Since you mentioned it, I'll give you my personal headcanon of how these little statues came to be and their usage in Seafarers, since it's actually one of those small pieces of the canon that really intrigues me.

Starting off strong, I think the idea of having statues of the figure of the Lady was always something that was part of the Maw. The three statuettes with the offering plate look old, abandoned to the seas of time... but still considerably important when it comes to constructing a timeline, because their existence implies (to me) that the tradition existed before the current Lady rose to the title.

I think what Rascal did was popularize this tradition and turn the thing into an additional marketing strategy for the Maw. And while I agree with you that the Guests are not allowed to leave the Maw all year round, I'm fairly certains letters can be sent from the Maw to the mainland: that's because in LN II there are letters between the ones in the Post Office that should have a picture of the Maw between them, and the person in the apartment with the statuette you are referring had received a letter that was titled in the files as being a "brochure". Maybe someone they knew sent them a statuette as well, who knows. Notably, this one specific statuette didn't hold any magic within it, since it only breaks without any mist when it's thrown. This had me believing that while they look the same, the ones on the Maw have a different purpose rather than being just merchandise - something containing a spell, as you said.

What I DO know is that the Maw is popular enough to have at least one book written about it (seen in VLN), several adds inviting people to visit it and having its head as being worshiped in a manner that seems almost religious. As such, Rascal made a smart choice by making the statues faceless, because it makes them timeless. It doesn't matter who the acting Lady is, the point is the image they're selling.

And about that... there is sentimental value to the four statuettes of the previous Ladies, even though Rascal does her best to keep them out of sight - especially Teapot's. I guess an item can hold value even if the sentiment isn't good... My idea for how those four came to be is that Teapot had originally commissioned the first three, the ones of Fox and the sisters, and hers was later added by Rascal.

The one unspoken rule of the statues is that Fox never leaves her pillar. She's the matriarch. You can't hide her away if you try, and you don't want to try.

While I think Six wouldn't be a follower of this tradition (I am very convinced the statuettes creep her out), I have imagined the Lady's version of her statuette when she takes her place on the eventual fifth pillar would have a hole in her face. But if she didn't, she'd probably look like the one on her music box:

#Seafarers (Lady Mom AU)#little nightmares #the lady #six #fox #tengu #scarecrow #teapot #{THANK YOU FOR YOUR ASKKKK WHOOPPIEEE #also ty for complimenting rhe lady. every time someone does that i feel like IM the one being complimented #UAJSJHSSJJSHSS #so glad people still think about seafarers. i havent given up i promise #i literally wrote a bit of chapter 6 today. baby steps}

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sommerflue-22 · 2 years ago

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Childhood Crush | Muichiro Tokito

Yuichiro version

Featuring: Muichiro Tokito, Yuichiro Tokito, aged up!Muichiro

Content Warning: gn!reader, modern setting, fluff, annoying grade schooler behavior ew, but happy ending (sort of), not beta read

Word Count: 1.3k

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A/n: I just finished my thesis but I'm still waiting for feedbacks from my professor. This is a warm up piece before I get back to my other writings. Still, I hope you enjoy~

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On your fourth grade, the teacher assigned you to sit next to Yuichiro. Being Yuichiro's seatmate was alright, but sometimes he could get a little snappy. Especially when something happened to him during recess (probably couldn't make another kid the "it" while playing tag). So you let him be most of the time.

You didn't know Yuichiro had a twin brother until one day he didn't come to school because of the flu. You didn't pay him any mind but you were shocked when you saw "him" going to the restroom. You weren't exactly his close friend, so you just waited outside until "he" finished.

Afraid and in shock, you paced back and forth in front of the restroom. What if something bad happened to Yuichiro and his spirit had come to haunt you? You were so ready to run to your homeroom class if "Yuichiro" didn't come out in five minutes.

Bless your poor innocent soul because "Yuichiro" did come out. Nothing prepared him for being trapped in a kabedon position by you.

"Teacher said you're sick! Why are you here?!"

"What do you mean I'm sick--"

"I didn't see you the whole day!"

"Huh?"

"You're not a ghost, right?"

He tilted his head, "Oh, I think you're mistaken. I'm Mui. Yui's at home. He is sick."

And that was how you met Muichiro.

You learned that Muichiro was Yuichiro's younger twin brother. He's from another class, but after knowing you he often visited your class to chat with you and Yuichiro.

Unlike Yuichiro, Muichiro was friendlier. He let you braid his hair, lent you his blueberry-scented eraser, and even taught you how to draw Pikachu. Muichiro also let you call him Mui. He told you only his family and closest friends called him that, so it made you feel special.

Mui was a soft boy. You sat with him during recess and talked about random things. Cartoon, what you wanted to be when you grow up, doctor appointment, tooth fairy...

You didn't really know when did it happen the first time, but one day you looked at him and thought "Wow, Mui's really pretty."

You started braiding his long, black hair more often, told him more jokes to make him laugh, drew him a lot (and by a lot, I mean a lot) of his favorite cartoon characters. They were bad, you couldn't really tell which character you drew, but Muichiro always thanked you.

You'd like to think that maybe Muichiro did like you too. He would hold your hand when you both were running down the hallway, playing tag with the other kid. He would also give you random things he found like flowers, marbles, stickers from kids magazines.

You didn't remember every little things that happened between the two of you, but you did remember that Muichiro brightened your days and made your school years more memorable.

By the time you started the 6th grade, though, everything went downhill. A few kids noticed your little crush for Muichiro. However, as we all know, grade schoolers can be a little mean. They started to tease you. You were afraid that Muichiro would find out and stopped being your friends.

The thing was, those little rascals couldn't tell the difference between Muichiro and Yuichiro. Since the fifth grade, the twins had been put in the same homeroom class. Differentiating them became more difficult for kids who weren't their friends.

You were visiting their class one morning, looking for Muichiro. You met Yuichiro instead. You could tell it was him, because he didn't immediately talk about the latest episode of that one cartoon you liked.

"Hi, Yuichiro. Where's Mui?"

"He forgot his lunchbox so he's waiting for our mom--"

"Ew, Tokito! Stop flirting with them! It's not even the first period yet!"

You froze in your place as Yuichiro turned to the kid who jeered at you both. "What did you say?"

"Eh? Aren't you two dating?"

"(Y/N) likes you, Tokito!"

You couldn't meet Yuichiro's eyes as he stared down at you, "You like me?"

"N-no... I... It's not..."

"(Y/N)?" A hand was placed on your shoulder, "Are you okay? Yui, why are you staring at (Y/N) like that?"

You lifted your gaze and sure, Mui was back with a lunchbox on his hand. "M-Mui, I..."

"Oh, shit!" "Oi, language!" "Oh my, I think we got the wrong Tokito twin!" "Does it matter? They look the same!" "Which one do you actually like, (Y/N)?" "Yeah, which one is more handsome?" "You can tell them apart? Cool!" "Pick one, (Y/N)" "Yeah, pick one!" "Pick one! Pick one! Pick one!"

As the kids chanted, you frantically look around trying to find an escape. You were panicking, afraid, annoyed, so you couldn't think straight. You looked at Yuichiro and he looked back at you in (what you thought was) disgust. You turned to Muichiro who was just staring at you, wide eyes, lips parted like he was about to say something.

You couldn't hold it any longer so you just cried, which made a few of the kids laugh.

"(Y/N)..." Muichiro placed his hand back to your shoulder, trying to calm you down.

"Stay away, Mui!"

"But (Y/N)..."

"I said stay away!" You shoved past him and pushed the other kids out of your way as you ran out of the classroom.

Ever since that day, you stopped seeing both Muichiro and Yuichiro. Other kids still teased you but they gradually stopped because they found another target to bug. You didn't even say anything to them during the graduation ceremony, even though you could feel Muichiro's eyes on your back.

Things got better when you started middle school because you moved to another town. A start fresh, exactly what you needed. You thought you would find someone new there, but to no avail, your mind kept wandering back to a familiar pair of mint green eyes and gleeful laugh.

You gave up trying to find a lover, and sailed through high school and first two years of uni without sparing a thought for teenage romance.

That was until you found him, tracing his fingers on the spines of the library books. His hair was still as long as you could remember, the only thing different was the mint green ombre. The library was off-limit for outsiders, so he must be a student. How could you not see him before around the campus?

You realized you've stared at him for too long because the next thing you knew, he was staring back at you.

"(Y/N)?" His eyes widened.

"Uhh... hi...?" You let out a nervous laugh. "Long time no see... uh..."

His eyes softened and his lips quirked up. "It's Mui."

"Yeah... should've known it's you. Yuichiro hates me, so he wouldn't greet me like that."

"What makes you think so?"

"You know... when that happened..."

"Ah, yeah. The fuckening."

Muichiro cursing was something you did not expect, which made you snort. "The fuckening, indeed."

"Don't worry, he doesn't hate you. We were wondering, though..."

"Eh?"

"...which one of us did you fancy?"

You wanted the floor to swallow you whole right then and there. Even though it had been eight years, you couldn't help but blush. Muichiro waited patiently, holding back a giggle as he watched you struggle.

"W-well, wasn't it o-obvious..."

Muichiro tilted his head. He walked towards you and ruffled your hair. God, you didn't even notice how tall he had grown.

"If you're still up for it now... and if you're free... we can grab a coffee. My treat. I'm sure drawing each other deformed Pikachu and Princess Peach doesn't count as a date now."

You sighed, trying to control your heartbeat. Mui chuckled again and waited for your answer.

"Y-yeah, I'd love to."

"Okay." He put his arm around your shoulder and led your hyperventilating ass out of the library.

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A/n: Thank you for reading until the end! This is actually longer than what I was planning, so yay :D I've been thinking about aged up!Muichiro, so cool and pretty and tall and aaaaaaa >.< Anyway lemme know if you want me to write more aged up!Mui because I love him sm T^T

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