#the little bat wing creatures yes.

[atrial-ofhorror-if]

How do you all feel about gargoyles? 👀👀 I'm asking for a friend.

[liv2post]

Dungeon Bats

Animagus!Snape x Animagus!Professor!Reader Wordcount: ~1000 Summary: Severus Snape thinks the Muggle Studies professor is strange only to find out she is an animagus with an awfully familiar form.

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The Muggle Studies professor was strange.

Hogwarts always had its fair share of odd characters occupying teaching positions. Even a ghost, evidently, was capable of teaching. But he couldn’t place what it was about you that made him so suspicious. 

You were human, not like Firenze or Professor Binns. You weren’t kooky like Hagrid or Professor Trelawney. Outwardly, you appeared perfectly normal. However, there were oddities if one looked closely.

You ate fruit. Lots of it. Every day at breakfast, instead of toast, eggs, bacon, sausage, things the other teachers would partake in, your breakfast consisted of fruit and only fruit, including a cup of pumpkin juice. Your plate appeared almost like a small pyramid, stacked with cubes of cantaloupe, pineapple, strawberries, honeydew, and grapes, leaving behind a pool of sweet juices when consumed. 

You also had a tendency to pop up and disappear seemingly out of nowhere. One time he went into your classroom to talk to you about moving a couple of detentions around only to find it empty, having swept his gaze around it. Just as he approached your office door to knock on it, you uttered a soft “hello” as you stood in the middle of the classroom, making him jump out of his skin. 

Furthermore, Filch had brought up to him once that he could hear some perplexing screeching noises echoing from random parts of the castle at night and even what sounded like right outside the windows. What was strange about it is he only brought them up the morning after you were scheduled to perform rounds.

This wasn’t to say he disliked you. Quite the opposite. Out of everyone in the castle, he’d say he preferred your company. Who he'd rather sit next to at Quidditch games? Probably you. Even though you were the Muggle Studies teacher, you had plenty of knowledge about Care for Magical Creatures and DADA. Potions weren’t your forte, but you’d happily let him ramble about the subject, even when he’d realize too late that he was rambling. 

“Why do you eat so much fruit?” he asked one day when you came into his classroom eating a sliced-up apple.

“Oh, uh, that’s just my animagus urges. Sorry, am I dripping juice on the ground again?”

He blinked dumbly at you. “You’re an animagus?”

You chuckled, “You didn’t know, Severus? I thought Minerva would’ve told you. Yes, I am an animagus.”

“What animal?” he asked. You smirked and set down the apple slices on a nearby table before shifting. Your robes moved with you, swishing up and shrinking until you took the form of a fruit bat. You flapped and swooped about the air in a few circles before landing on the flat surface of the table, using your talons and thumbs hooks to wriggle toward your sweet fruit.

“You’re a fruit bat,” he observed. You screeched at him in confirmation and began to gingerly gnaw on the flesh of the nearest apple slice. Severus remained quiet for a little, seemingly thinking to himself as his fingers flexed and his jaw clenched slightly. Much to your curiosity, he wordlessly set his wand down and took a deep breath. Within a flash, his robes swooped around him, and in his place was a fruit bat, just like you, but bigger. He flapped his wings just hard enough to get him onto the table as he landed with an audible thud. It was pretty much impossible for bats to take flight without launching from a tree or a high-up place.

[Woah! You’re a bat too? That’s awesome! Is that why students call you a “dungeon bat?”]

[Yes, I am an animagus whose form is also a bat, and no, that’s just a coincidence.]

[How come you’re so much bigger than me?]

[You don’t exactly tower over me, Y/N.]

From then on, the two of you would sometimes go on day flights if both of you had some free time. While both of you wished to fly at nights, you still needed time to sleep and perform your teaching duties during the day. However, your favorite times were when the both of you were scheduled to do rounds. Your classrooms were on opposite sides of the castle so it was almost like a game to use echolocation to find each other in the dark and meet up. It was a little fun considering the dungeons were almost maze-like. If the two of you were sure that no students were out and about, you’d ditch your duties, ascend up the Astronomy tower, and take off into the night sky, playfully chasing one another or showing off flying moves. 

Severus hardly used his form unless it was necessary. It’s not like one got to choose which animal they could shift into. Admittedly, he was a bit let down when he first shifted all those years ago, but with you he learned to embrace his batiness, though he still resisted such urges when it came to eating a castle’s worth of fruit. He liked flying, of course, but he found that he quite liked hanging upside down too, especially when he needed a break from grading or just wanted a change of scenery. Sometimes he’d come hang around your office when you were grading and vice versa.

Dumbledore came to visit his classroom one late afternoon to talk about a particularly unruly Slytherin, but could not find the potion master anywhere, not even in his office. It was rather dark, all the lamps extinguished and curtains drawn. What he did notice, however, was two wands haphazardly tossed onto the stone ground near Snape’s desk, one of which he recognized as your wand. Dumbledore craned his neck up towards the ceiling where an old chandelier hung and sure enough, hanging from one of the rungs was a large fruit bat, and swaddled in its wings being held close to its fur, a smaller fruit bat. The both of you were napping. The old wizard smiled at the sight and slowly receded back through the doorway, happy that Severus had finally found a little bat of his own.

[grabby-smitten]

Pairing: Fairy!Rafayel x F!Reader

CW: Blurb, size kink if you squint, magic, fairy stuff, human reader, suggestive. Fairy as in palm-sized Rafayel. Very unserious. MDNI. Unedited, no beta. We die like Grams.

Your boyfriend was a peculiar one, to say the least. A literal pocket boyfriend. Well, he fits in your shirt pockets and doesn’t seem to mind.

Rafayel, an art fairy, was a very charming little creature. That’s how he got you all wrapped around his little fingers. He would not leave you alone until you accepted his date invitation. Well, charming and persistent.

A dramatic fella too. He would practically die if you ever stopped paying attention to him. You still remember how many times he had gracefully crumbled to the ground like an autumn leaf if you paid attention to anything that wasn’t him for far too long. He would even accidentally, according to him, scatter fairy dust over any male who spend more than a minute in your presence.

Seeing different men and creatures ran away sneezing and crying was a usual thing with Rafayel in your life. You just shook your head as he acted all innocent like they were the ones at fault.

If anyone ever told you that you would have been in a long-lasting relationship with a tiny itty-bitty fairy, you would have laughed in their faces but now? It was your reality and you wouldn’t change Rafayel for anyone else.

He too, was so proud of his human girlfriend. every time you two visited fairylands, he would flaunt you around. His big and adorable other half. He would sit in your palm and make a show of the situation and you would look at him with brows furrowed and a sigh but smiling, nonetheless. Human or supernatural world, you two were a strange sight.

Affection was something Rafayel never shied away from. He would rather you have him in between your tits instead of your pockets, according to him it was fun bouncing around there. He would kiss your cheeks nonstop while walking and then sit on your shoulders all proud of leaving you flustered.

At home, it was the same. He would kiss your eyelids every morning and flutter around your bedhead, trying to tame your wild hair. A sport he proudly practices every day without fail.

“Good morning, cutie,” Rafayel would say as he nuzzled himself into your cheek. His amethyst hair all frizzled but his smile never wavered.

“Morning, Raf,” you would lazily rasp out. “Five more minutes and I’ll go, promise.”

“Yeah, sure. You say that every morning.” But still, he let you sleep a bit longer while he prepared breakfast.

Magic. It was the wheels carrying this relationship. How did he make breakfast for a human? Magic, duh. That’s what he told you the first time you asked. Not only breakfast but… other areas as well.

The intimacy talk was awkward for you most of the time. You were all red and fidgety while he was buzzing with excitement.

You didn’t mind Rafayel trying to slip in between your thighs but at the last moment, you always ended up stopping him. He would make a whole scene of how you were preventing him from the joys in life. Then he would clutch his chest, eyes full of despair and act wounded.

He would demand you open your legs for him with a face as red as a tomato, little fists shaking and wings batting nonstop behind him. “Let me in!”

Rafayel didn’t mind the size difference and even got handsy a few times, out of desperation. Going straight for your nipple and you screaming and almost swatting him like a fly.

“Warn me first!”

“You’re the one walking naked!” Of course, he would say that.

“I was showering!” You exclaimed with a bit of exasperation in your voice.

“Exactly my point!” Rafayel replied just as exasperated as you. Clearly, he wasn’t gonna let you win.

Again, he offered to give you head and you looked at him horrified. Not that you didn’t want to but…

“You could drown in there!” You pointed down to emphasize.

“No, I wouldn’t.” He just crossed his arms, pouted and denied it shaking his head.

“Yes, you would.”

“Okay, maybe but at least I would die happy.” He said, throwing you a triumphant smirk.

“Rafayel, I’m serious!”

“Me too! Just thinking about it gets me hard!” How was he more upset than you about not being able to eat you out…

So a solution must be found before Rafayel looses his marbles. As soon as you bought up the topic of too much of a size difference that’s why you were scared, he found the solution in a blink of an eye.

“Cookies? Like Alice in wonderland?” You attentively analyzed the jar of colorful cookies Rafayel just brought home. Some were your normal size while others were almost… breadcrumbs.

“Who?”

“You don’t— never mind. So you eat it and you grow?”

“Or you eat and you get tiny like me, but still. I don’t think it really matters. I want you.” His gaze heated as his demeanor changed into something more serious, a heaviness and intensity too overwhelming for such a small being.

“So…” you hummed pensively, a bit nervous from his sudden fierce expression. “What shall we try first?”

A.N: from a meme… a meme… A MEME 😂😂 here's the old meme. okay, I hope yall enjoy it. ✨He was a fairy✨ No smut bc I wanna see how the concept goes within this fandom. Also, keep in mind fairies kidnap humans.

[alyslittlehaven]

In What We Keep Chapter 1 - A Fires Warmth.

DragonBorne!Reader X Azriel Shadowsinger.

One fateful night after a mission, the three bat brothers need to seek refuge from the cruel winds past the mountains of Illyria, after a little debating, Azriel decides to take his brothers to the slice of life he took for himself

Warnings: Self Made Fae Race, swearing, talks of sex/sexual interactions, lewd jokes and or conversations, Pregnancy, Pre-established Relationship, mates, fated, Soft Azriel, secret relationships and more ACOTAR IS NOT MY BOOK, NEITHER ARE THE CHARACTERS

(This is short due to my writer's block hitting hard, also- ignore my horrible writing in this I don't have the greatest imagination right now lol.)

“This storm isn’t going anywhere, Az.”

Cassian’s voice strained as he squinted through the heavy snowfall. Their footsteps behind them quickly being covered up as they continued on through the cold. Cassian groaned, his body shivering harshly.

 Azriel grunted as he tightened the fur that hung around his body. The black dire wolf pelt kept out the wind just for a little longer as the snow picked up around them all. Azriel looked over his shoulder, his hair swaying lightly in the wind as his brothers stopped behind him. There was no way they could continue on like this. Flying in this weather would be a death wish and the creatures that they were hunting were extremely sensitive to magic. Their noses picked up the slightest bit of arcane and followed it like it was food. 

The snow continued to whip around them. Azriels wings shifting as the wind blew in between the membrane and his back. The cold slowly seeps into his bones as the three of them pick up the pace once again. Rhysand let out a huff, looking around slowly and yelling over the blizzard. “There is no way we can get to RoseHall like this, let alone the camps! We need to find shelter!” Cassian nodded, looking at Azriel with a pleading look. Rhysand was right, there was no way the storm was going to let up, and if anything was just getting worse the longer they walked. Rosehall was nowhere on the other side of the mountain and the winds of Illyria were unforgiving to travellers during the summer months. What would happen to the three of them if they continued to trudge through the snow?

Cassian crossed his arms, his lips turning blue as they stood still huddled together. His wings spanned out and fluttered to get the snow off of them. The weight on his shoulders now dispersed as her shook himself off. Azriel looked around, looking for any kind of landmark that could tell him where they stood on the mountain. His eyes locked into a bundle of lights in the distance. A relieved breath left him as he saw the small, broken sign with a carved dragon egg on it. 

His brows furrowed as he thought, his arms wrapping around himself as he took a couple of steps. Dread slowly made its way to his stomach as he realized where they were heading.

He could bring them into his home. The small cabin he had built with his own hands inside of the heart of the hearth. The home that his mate was in while he stood out in the cold with his brothers. Her body probably curled up on the couch with that ugly knitted blanket she made draped over her as a book remained under her nose. The fire probably roaring in the fireplace and leaving the room in a nice orange glow.

Azriel sighed, quickly pulling up his hood before beginning to move in the direction of the light,. His voice hoarse as he spoke. "I have somewhere we can stay. if you don't mind walking for a bit more, that is." Cassian rolled his eyes, his feet moving without him having to think about saying yes or no as he followed his brothers closely. 

“Azriel…where are we going?” Rhysands teeth chatters, his breaths coming out as fog due to the cold. His whole body nearly froze at the question. He had worked so hard to keep this part of his life a secret from his family. The relaxing life he came to every night and woke up the day after next to. The happy cabin he filled with love and work that he made sure he separated his work life from his mate. His wonderful, beautiful mate pressed kisses to his hand when he came home from work and tried out new Illyrian recipes so he would feel at home in the hearth. The best woman he had met, and the calmest. They had spoken about it a few times, introducing her to his family and the inner circle, and despite her wanting to meet them he just didn’t want to yet. Wanting to keep her to himself just for a little longer.

“To…a friend's house. She lives right up here in this cabin.”

Rhysand and Cassian looked at each other, a small shrug was all Cassian responded with as they walked up the stairs of the porch. Azriel quickly opened the door, the wood creaking under his weight as he ushered the two in. A frown on his face as he shut the door behind them. “Y/n?” Azriels voice carried through the small cabin, some shuffling in the distance going dead silent.

“I’ll be there in a second love!” A couple of pans knocked together before she walked into the hallway, a small pep in her step now that she saw who was in her home. Cassian, ever the gossip, repeatedly hit Rhysands arm like a teenage girl. A smirk on his face as he raised an eyebrow at Azriel.

Rhysands jaw dropped as she untied her apron, the large and evident bump now on full display as she put down the fabric and pressed a hand to her stomach. Her eyes raked over the two unfamiliar men with a gentle smile. "You must be Azriels brothers...welcome to the Hearth. Come- Sit down, please."

[yuriisclumsy]

HELLO !! I SEE THAT YOU WRITE FOR CALE HENITUSE :d you've got good taste that man makes me feral i love that unbelievable idiot :D

Whadoyyathink about Cale being with someone who's weaker than him but she's kinda useful (one of pookie's powers is to boost someone's abilities, it generally doesn't matter if the one she's aiding doesn't have magical powers, they just have to be good at something like for example, painting and swordsmanship—she can enhance their ability and knowledge temporarily).

She's a mage that's dying the more she exploits her mana. She tried to not use too much, but in a reality where she and everyone suddenly got thrusted into war? She couldn't help but use, use, use.

None of em knew her degrading lifespan until one day she just told em casually when the gang asks wtf is wrong w u why do you look like u r boutta die and why do you keep passing out sometimes

If this is too much feel free to ignore, though thank you for reading :D

Will you stay by my side forever?

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1,443

[Authors Note]: This thing took me so long to make because I couldn't figure out what setting to write it on. Besides getting a bit tired of only writing for Cale back when I was consistent with the requests. But, hi! I'm back! At least just for this one. This request is back from May 💀. I still have two more, one from June, the other from July. So I might come back and do those. Do people want a part 4 for Love's Dance?

»»►Ouuu, what a fun scenario.

»»►Apologies in advance if it’s a bit weird, haven’t read or written for Cale in a while, so I might have lost my touch.

»»►Warning (I never really do these, but I thought it would be appropriate): could be inaccurate to the Henituse War Arc because I have yet to read it.

»»►Also, the POV is different on this one.

Dragons.

Powerful beings, capable of destroying us all if they wanted to.

One thing they weren’t meant for was to let humans ride them and control them like animals. They had far greater intelligence than any being in existence. 

So why should they submit to us?

The skies are filled with erratic bat-winged lizards; their flames and roars were scattered all over the field.

This was a war.

Dragons…What pesky creatures. I already have one to deal with, I don’t need more.

“Choi Han!”

“Yes, Master Cale?” said man came within seconds and kneeled in front of him.

“I need you to scout out the area in the east for me,” I commanded.

“On it,” and with that, he left as fast as he came.

I already know how all of this will pan out, but a little safety never hurt no one…

“Master Cale!”

“Hmm?” I turned to see one of the city guards running in a hurry towards me. “What is it? Why are you in such a hurry?”

“I-it’s lady [Name]! S-hes…” the guard gasped for air from the run.

“Easy, calm down… Now tell me, what’s wrong with [Name]?” I patted him in the back.

Recuperating the lost oxygen, the guard went serious and looked at me. “Lady [Name] has lost a great deal of blood and fainted..! S-she just started to cough and— M-master Cale–? Where are you going?!” The Guard shouted at me, but all noise was shut down by my mind.

That instinct to check on those you care about kicked in the moment I heard the word blood being uttered.

I ran.

Ran, and ran, until I was able to see the camp where she had been stationed at by me. A camp far from the battlefield, but close enough for me to constantly check-up on her.

How could a thing like this happen to me? I had just checked on you a few hours ago, so why? Why are you suddenly bleeding?

The men there stood aside as I ran past them. They understood not to be on my way with the expression I wore on my face.

“Where is she?!” I yelled to the men crowding a tent. I already knew my answer when they looked at me  and then at the inside with sad expressions.

I burst in and scanned the area to look for the woman I ran miles to see. I paused. There, on a bed on the far corner of the shelter, was her. [Name]. Medics surrounded her with yet more sad faces.

I walked slowly towards them, not wanting to know if what I had in my mind were to be true. “Is she alright?” I asked when I was a mere few feet away from the bed.

The head doctor looked at me with furrowed brows and sighed. He then gave me a smile when he saw my eyes, filled with worry.

“She is fine,” he said. I let the breath I didn’t know I was holding. “But she has lost a great deal of blood. I need her to stay in bed for a few days, and another more of pure rest until I see her health back up again.”

“I see… Thank you.”

“No need, it’s my job,” the doctor looked at the other two, who I believe to be his apprentices, and gestured to them to exit with him. “I’ll leave you alone with her,” he patted my shoulder as he left.

I stood there for a bit, before I went and sat on the bed right next to hers. I stared at her face; the face that made my heart jump from excitement wherever I saw a smile; the face that l would look at and made me feel better instantly; the face that made me fall deeply in love with her.

“...Cale?” a voice rang in my ears which made me snap out of my trance. My eyes meet with hers.

“[Name]...you’re awake,” I let out simply. She smiled at me, relieving me from the aching I had in my heart moments prior. “Are you feeling better?”

She nodded. Her eyes were filled with a love I can’t put in words, stared at mine. “I’m… I’m sorry,” she said sadly.

My eyebrows knitted in confusion. “What are you sorry for? None of this is your fault.”

“...” she stayed silent. She turned her head to the other side, blocking my view of her expression. I knew this move of her’s. She did this whenever she was hiding something. And then I realized something. I hadn’t asked what the cause of the blood was.

“[Name]...” I called to her, “..this wasn’t your fault…was it?”

“...I’m sorry,” she apologized and let out a low sob. “I didn’t want for any of you to find out this way….”

I was in disbelief. What possibly could she have done to cause such blood loss other than a stab wound…had she...?

“[Name], tell me… You didn’t cut yourself, have you?”

She quickly looked at me, “no, of course not, I would never do something as bad as hurting myself!” She reassured me.

That’s good…but that doesn’t answer how she had lost a lot of blood.

“Then…why were you bleeding?”

“...That’s..a long story.”

“I have all day,” I crossed my legs and rested my head on the palm of my hand.

“...”

“...”

She sighted thinking I would give up on the subject, but I’m far too stubborn to give up. “I lost a lot of blood because…”

“Because…?”

“Because of my ability…” she finally said.

“Your ability..? The ability to enhance abilities?” I asked in thought.

“Yes.”

“How exactly does your ability work then?”

“Well, you know that I can upgrade someone's abilities, yes?” I nod, and she continues, “but what I didn’t tell you was the toll it comes with.”

“Toll? Wait, have you been hurting yourself while using your ability?” I accuse her.

“No! Well…yeah, but exactly how you think…” that wasn't very convincing. “Whenever I use my power, it takes energy from my body. The more I use it, the weaker I get.”

“...”

“Please don’t be mad at me…” she pleaded with puppy eyes.

“...I’m not mad.”

“I feel like you are.”

“Well, I’m not,” I straightened my back, “but I will have you permanently stop using that power of yours.”

“What!?” She sat up at lighting speed, and groaned out of pain.

“Don’t sit up so quickly,” I got up and held her back.

“Y-you can’t just…prohibit me from using my power! How else would I be useful to you? How would I earn money!?”

I didn’t say anything. Then an idea came to mind. My ears were burning at the thought.

Taking courage, I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat at the word I was about to say.

“...I’m firing you,” I said.

“...Huh?” She looked heartbroken. Oh, how I can’t see you like that. “no…No, no. Please, let me work for you. Please, Cale!” She grabbed my arms in an attempt to make me rethink my decision.

“No, my choice is final,” she was at the brink of crying. “Instead… I want you to stay by my side.”

“What..do you mean?” Her eyes gawk at me with tear drops threatening to spill out.

“Let me rephrase myself so you can understand,” I cleared my throat, “I would like for you to be mine.”

We stared into each others eyes. She shed a tear from before, but not out of frustration, or grief of a lost job, but out of love and affection. She chuckled.

“Is this your way of courting me?”

“Is it bad?”

“No! No, it’s…interesting,” she lowered her head to laugh at my proposal.

“So?” I placed my index finger under her shin and tilted her head to look at me. “Are you going to accept?”

“Hahaha… Yes. I accept,” she gave me the happiest smile I had seen from her.

And in that moment, I knew I was the happiest man alive.

Fin

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[ghostlyfleur]

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

eddie munson x new girl

contents: new girl referred to as angel, lovesick!eddie, strangers to friends to lovers, hellfire club, dustin henderson cameo, mutual pining, inexperienced!reader, shy!reader, maybe fairy!reader but i’m not sure yet.

word count: ~1k

summary: eddie lets his love consume him, and he’s okay with it.

eddie munson is down bad. in love. completely enamored. shot by cupid. and she’s beautiful. the fairest maiden in all the land.

she’s all flowery dresses, flowy skirts, cozy sweaters, butterfly clips in her hair, fairy wing eyeliner design and shimmery glitter on her eyelids, sparkly pink lipgloss, highlighter on her cheekbones— the prettiest angel he’s ever seen. absolutely ethereal. the thing is, she’s terribly clueless. oblivious, even. her and eddie have built a lovely friendship over the last few months, ever since he met her when he picked dustin up from the library. that’s when it happened. that’s when he got hit. an arrow straight through his heart.

his angel — because she must be an angel, with the way the sun followed her around and made her shimmer — was aiding dustin with his search, trying to find books on supernatural lore that he could take inspiration from for the campaign he was putting together. it was dustin’s first campaign in his hellfire club career, and he was taking it very seriously to eddie’s amazement and amusement. but whatever thoughts about dungeons and dragons that were swirling around his head cleared completely at the sight of her; in her white sandals, knee-length white silky skirt, and alice in wonderland graphic tank top she was a sight to behold. a mirage. a dream. sunny disposition, bright smile, fidgety hands, and the most enchanting voice— a siren call, really. and eddie was hooked. it didn’t help that dustin talked his ear off about the nice girl that was quick to provide him with an immense list of folklore and magic lore books that could help him, about fairytales and whimsical creatures.

“she talked about fairies as if she were one, dude, it was sick!” dustin gushed.

eddie noticed the kid kept going back to the same library, kept entering his van afterwards with a list of books and another cute tale revolving around the pretty angel girl of eddie’s dreams. until one day dustin looked all nervous and coy and a little scared, and yeah, usually eddie loved to invoke that same reaction from him, but this time he didn’t know the reason behind it, behind the kid’s hesitant gaze. and truly it couldn’t have been a better reason. dustin wanted the mystery angel to be able to attend hellfire, to watch his campaign.

“‘s the least i can do, man! she helped me with a lot of it and she was like- super interested in my shirt and stuff, please?” eddie’s quick reply, the resounding ‘yes’ he couldn’t hold back, caught dustin by surprise but he didn’t question it. don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that, right?

angel showed up in a long skirt with a flower pattern, converse shoes, and a black queen shirt tucked in. braided hair, lipgloss, and a tupperware box filled with chocolate chip cookies for the whole club.

“my thanks for letting me crash your campaign.”

eddie was hooked. once the session was done and the boys were gone, thanking her profusely for the treats after they picked her brain for cryptid lore, she stayed behind to help eddie tidy up, and they talked about music. she was shy, incredibly so, soft spoken and giggly and socially awkward, but she laughed at eddie’s jokes and playfully teased him once or twice, and complimented his bats tattoo, so eddie offered her a ride home. she gracefully declined, claiming she drove herself, so he walked her to her car instead.

plans were made so that she attended each of dustin’s campaign sessions and through those sessions, the clean up afterwards, the talks about music and bands and movies, their time together evolved to going for milkshake afterwards, a coffee shop for some hot chocolate sometimes, and a friendship blossomed. a very strong one at that.

being alone, living alone, existing alone was kind of her thing— she preferred to be by herself, to indulge in her hobbies on her own, because she was anxious. extremely anxious. but apparently not at all reserved about it or ashamed of talking about it, which was proven by the fact that she casually let it slip pass her lips that she had an anxiety disorder the very first time she was alone with eddie after hellfire.

not a single sign of shame or guilt in admitting it, and eddie admired that.

admired that she was a loner even though she was so polite and kind, ready to send anyone she walked past a smile because she knew how much it mattered to those who needed a little kindness. a quiet soul but couldn’t shut up if you cared enough to figure out her interests, she laughed at everything, giggled without reason sometimes, talked to herself a lot, was often lost in daydreams, had a dark sense of humor surprisingly. complex but friendly. eddie couldn’t get enough, always wanting to find out more about her, to talk to her more, to understand her more.

but most importantly, in her opinion, eddie allowed her to be herself without any judgment. encouraged her even. and that was priceless. so yes, a strong friendship bloomed, but neither one of them wanted to stop at just that. the dark haired boy was quickly aware of his growing feelings, his attraction, his infatuation that turned to love, while his angel didn’t clock in on her emotions quite so fast, being entirely inexperienced and lacking any previous romantic validation. her anxiety and introverted tendencies played a part in that too, probably.

but that’s alright, eddie is more than okay with waiting for her to catch up.

♡

── harmo’s footnotes:

i love thinking about our sweet eddie falling for a soft girl. he deserves a cozy, comfy, cute love story! please remember to show your support by reblogging!

masterlist. eddie dreams.

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[gaddaboutgriffon]

Went almost two months without doing art, and listening to my choir director’s 5 year daughter talk about her My Little Pony toys got the spark going for a bit. Then again I was a gen 1 and gen 4 fan. We’ll see how far this goes. Maybe I’ll make a custom coloring book for her.

Anyway to the art.

Now to explain the names. Well not the pony’s names but the species.

I always thought that calling the regular ones earth ponies was unimaginative and even a little disrespectful. So I changed the design to make them the biggest, gave them gem hooves, rock and earth powers, and Named them Claysdales.

Yeah same situation with Bat ponies. But the name was harder. Can’t call them thestrals cause I am pretty sure that is copyrighted. I was stumped until I put two random bits of information together. 1 Pegasus was originally the name of one individual winged horse and became a species name over time. 2 cavalum is the name of a bat winged horse in Portuguese mythology. If it worked once it works here. So now I named my batty ponies of the night Cavalum, and gave them sonar, night vision, the ability to control shadows and even travel through them, and dream walking.

Pegasi don’t change too much other then the mane and tail now being made of feathers. They of course walk on clouds and have wind and air magic and are very fast.

Unicorns I changed to be smaller and slimmer, almost deer like compared with the other pony species. And gave them the classic lion or ox tail seen in medieval art. Males will have a beard. Their powers include levitation, teleportation, and general magic which lets them mimic other creatures powers but at a lower strength level. Basically if it isn’t the first two they are a Jack of all trades and master of none.

The Chitiny…. Ok they are a mix of the flutter ponies in gen 1 and the changelings in gen 4 design wise, But still really different in the lore I am developing. The name comes from the words Chitin (what bug exoskeletons are made of) and Tiny, cause they are the smallest type of pony, standing at about a foot tall (fyi the claysdales range about five to six feet tall at the shoulder…. Yes I’m American). The antennas let them communicate with other Chitiny and people they have built a bond with telepathically. They can lift several times their weight (like ants and bees) they can make silk, honey, wax, royal jelly, and a sticky slime. Of and cling/crawl on walls. Yes they live in hives. Rosy Maple is from the Lepidop hive ruled by queen Luna and king Atlas.

Zebras I never understood why they weren’t used more in MLP. Anyway I wanted to give them a wild nature theme and am giving them powers to make plants grow faster and even move, and if you don’t think that is impressive let me just point out when the trees woke up in Narnia Prince Caspian. I will never get the image of tree roots dragging that one guy underground out of my head. Oh they can also understand animals.

Ok tagging people who I think will enjoy this. @artstaeus3600 @bianca-hooks123 @confusedshades @emacrow @hubedihubbe @kizzer55555 @pinkiemachine @tigertaurus22

Ooops quick edit. This isn’t all the pony species I thought up but was what I had time to draw. We still have the Kirin, the Kelpies, the alicorns and one I made up called the Najor. And about 11 other non-pony species that make up this world’s inhabitants. So there will be updates.

[g00seg1rl]

Should Have

Pairings: Azriel x Eris Vanserra x Cassian

Summary: Eris fell asleep waiting for Azriel to return from training the Valkyries with Cassian atop the House of Wind. He was woken by the wrong feral bat. But ever the petty male, Eris decided fuck it, or fuck him rather, Azriel should’ve known better than to leave him waiting. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on the participant, Azriel proved why Eris should’ve waited and Cassian should’ve asked him.

Aka: 9k words of raunchy smut over on ao3

Azris’s fluffy morning (700 words) is below the divider in case anyone wants the fluff without the filth 🤭

Eris awoke in the bed that had somehow become more familiar than his own. The midnight blue silk sheets were too spacious as he settled deeper into the mattress to avoid the audaciously bright rays coming through the large windows in Azriel’s room. He grabbed more of the plush, gray comforter, cocooned himself and buried his head in between the pillows. He groaned, loudly, “Can you close those fucking curtians and come back to bed? I require services.”

Despite being muffled, even to his own ears he sounded obnoxious, but it was far too early and he woke up achingly wanting. Eris rose in similar fashion every morning he spent after a night cozied up next to Azriel. Strong arms typically held him close, comforting snoring noises (that were louder than the snorer would like to admit) sounded around him, and a large cock poked his lower back (belonging to the snorer). But none of that was present this morning. All he heard were small wooshes of shadows and the faint thumping of heavy Illyrian boots.

He heard that delicious, gravelly chuckle, “I’m sorry, I have to fetch Emerie and then I promised I’d help Cass with their lessons today,” Azriel said as if Eris should find it excusable.

He groaned, “When will you be back? I may consider waiting.”

“For your services, baby?” His tone was palpably facetious but this was no joking matter.

Eris excavated his scowling face from the pillows and leveled a threatening glare at the completely outfitted spymaster, his viscous aura only slightly dampened by a deep yawn. The blanket slipped down as he reclined on his elbows, displaying his opalescent, freckled chest.

“Yes, Azriel. I’m due attention. Now go close the blinds and hurry up with your do-goodery. Perhaps bring me a coffee and I’ll forgive you for the delay,” Eris drawled. His expression was the epitome of unimpressed.

Az just snorted and sauntered over to the bed. His large wings were folded, and shadows quieted his footsteps, providing an ethereal grace that always snatched the air from Eris’s lungs if he focused too long. Some of those dark helpers deviated from their swarm to reassert themselves as Eris’s preferred creature of Night and dimmed the room to darkness.

“Anything else, Princess?” Once he reached the bed, Azriel planted a small smooch on Eris’s forehead. Little intimate acts like that were once flinch-worthy, but after decades of manageably frequent trysts, both Eris and Azriel were comfortable, if not eager, to offer and receive more casual closeness. For a long time they would just switch off roughly fucking each other at the soonest convenience, no matter the occasion; Azriel had taken Eris at Keir’s divorce party, not a smidgen as harshly as Eris quickly had Azriel in the rubble of Adriata’s capital building after Cass had his terroristic conniption. They worked up from no kissing, or even facing each other during sex, to forehead pecks during morning-afters.

Eris stared up into expectant hazel eyes and couldn’t help but savor the way Azriel was looking at him. They treated each other as they hadn't been treated. Eris caught himself just before smiling at his thoughts and resumed his princely bravado.

“Two spoons of sugar for the coffee.” He let himself smirk at the toothy grin on Azriel’s perfectly chiselled face.

“Whatever you want, baby.” A finger gently lifted his chin into a sweet kiss that was over far too quickly.

Eris mumbled against soft lips, “Then I shall see you soon, my Star.”

He lay back down, Azriel pulled the blanket back up to his shoulders and caressed his cheekbone with a scarred thumb before turning to leave and ‘tend to his duties.’

Eris watched his bat’s retreating form and gazed yearningly at the door Azriel closed behind him. His eyes fluttered shut and he descended back into-

The door clicked back open, and shuffling leather forced Eris’s eyes open–Azriel snuck back into the room, grabbed one of his daggers, and rushed back out, aggravatingly leaving the door open a sliver and allowing some brightness in.

Eris grumbled and rolled over to face the other wall, closing his eyes tightly in frustration. His limbs grew heavy as he fell into sleep’s waiting arms.

I hope you enjoyed!! This was super fun to write, idk if it’s obvious but I’m still very new to this and still practicing dynamics so I hope I did cazris justice 🫡💗

Thank you endlessly and lovingly @the-darkestminds for beta reading this and being so quick!! Love you lots mami! And @nus4y, seriously you’re fapping in my doc makes my day, thank you king 💗

Time to see if I can remember who I’m meant to tag: @jules-writes-stories @astro-h0e-4azris @fourteentrout @brunetterebel010 (finally Cass walks in on someone clueless and horny) @chunkypossum @pippsmcgee @mistandmemories @bloodyplunder (eris is a bent in half brat again for a lil) @iftheshoef1tz @mudandmire @ninthcircleofprythian @molcat07 @3xolara @irithiadourden @neciebee please lmk if you’d like to be tagged in future filth, fluff or funnies 💗💗💗

[saruchei]

Please Don't Cry, Little One

Warnings: Child abuse, violence

You have horrible parents. They treated both you and your older sibling horribly. But your sibling loves you. They swore they will never leave your side and maybe soon, when you two are old enough, you can finally escape this hellhole.

One day, they saw you crying, covered in bruises, so they decided to let you play on their phone. While your parents went out to get drunk, your sibling cooks you dinner. Meanwhile, while you're using their phone, you found a game called "Genshin Impact". You asked your sibling about this and asked for their permission if they can play it. Your sibling said yes.

You played the game and you're amazed from the graphics and the world. It looks like a fairy tale. Your sibling told you some basic knowledge on how to play the game and about the story.

You saw a character named Venti in the team, and when you tried his gameplay, you loved it.

When your sibling saw you happy and when they looked at their phone, they were surprised you used their main.

Everyday, when you have a chance, you played Genshin on your sibling's phone just to play as Venti. The bard is very fun to play with, your sibling can see that.

Until one day, tragedy struck.

Your sibling got beaten to death. Your father is now trying to find you, holding a bloody bat on his hand, while you're hiding in a closet somewhere in your room. You held your sibling's phone, the game still on but the sound volume is low so that the horrid man won't hear it.

[Meanwhile]

Venti is wondering why is his guide no longer responded. He then looked through the screen; on the sky, there is a barrier between two dimensions: His world, and his Traveler's world. He gained sentience the moment he met the main character. He realized the Traveler he usually talked to is not the real one. And he's probably the only one who can see the translucent barrier.

And oh boy, when he looked through, his eyes widened in horror.

A child crying.

He could here their mumbles "My sibling's dead. I'm so sorry, Venti"

Wait, his Traveler is now dead?! The child is their sibling?

He could here faint shouts of another voice.

And it sounded angry.

"Come out, you little sh(#)!"

No!

He won't linger here and watch helplessly!

He must do something!

Then he did what he shouldn't do in Teyvat, let alone in his nation...

He turned to his god form and flew fast towards the barrier.

Your father found you and is now holding you tight by the neck.

"Your sibling won't help you now, helpless creature!"

He's about to throw you to a wall when he suddenly got thrown away by a strong gust of wind, letting his grip on you go.

"Mortal fool, you think you're powerful by hurting a child?"

The man immediately scrambled backwards as his eyes widened to the god. The costume is not even a costume, it's legit.

"You should have taken care of your young. Instead, you and your wife abandoned them. Now, your punishment will be death!"

"The God of Freedom ensures everyone has freedom. But you, it seems you take it for granted..."

.

"So I have no choice but to take away your freedom. Your freedom to live"

Venti, or should I say, Barbatos, summoned his bow, and aimed the arrow infused with Anemo energy, and released it, hitting at the man's heart. You were behind Barbatos's wings, so you can't see what happened to your cruel father, all you heard are his screams of agony.

When the screams are no longer heard, Barbatos turned around, still not letting you see what happened to your father, but all you know is that you're finally safe. When you looked up, he looked familiar to your sibling's main

"Venti?"

"Yes, little one?" -Venti, feeling glad the child, his Traveler's sibling, remembering his human form.

You then hugged him as you let out your quiet sobs, making Venti sad.

"Hush... It's alright, you're safe now" -Venti, hugging you back

"Please don't cry, Little One..."

[codeopod]

The Hells dispersed into their tent and began dropping all their gear near respective beds and taking shots from the bottles Ashton managed to scavenge. Weariness and heartbreak had begun to give way to a delirious happiness at seeing their old friend return.

“Dorian! There’s someone else you have to meet!” Laudna flourished excitedly, “Oh Pâté!” She called.

Just over her shoulder a creature popped into existence, wobbling and flapping the bat-like wings that barely kept it aloft. “Yes mum watcha’ need?”

Dorian was taken aback. “Oh my god! He’s alive? He’s real? That’s a real-thing?!”

“Oh ‘ello Dory! ’s been a while.” The bird skull turned to address him.

“Dorian. It certainly has, wow, did you get…bigger?”

“He’s a bit bigger, yeah.” Imogen added, dropping her head over Laudnas shoulder.

“Oh an’ these two!” Pâté flapped out to turn and gesture at them. “They finally forked the meat pie-if you know what I mean-“

“Pâté! You crude little pest.”

“-‘ey lock me in ma’ house at night now, gets awful scary with the noises ‘ey-“

Laudna brought her hands together like she was swatting a bug midair and Pâté yelped as his form squisheed and burst into black goo. “That’s quite enough of that.”

“Oh, well-I, congratulations you two, if I am understanding his…way with words…correctly?”

“We’re datin’ yeah.” Imogen couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s wonderful! Honestly I thought you’d been secretly together this whole time.”

“You’re not the first to say that, actually.”

“I also have a wolf in my chest! Would you like to meet him?” Laudna bounced excitedly towards Dorian, who scrambled backwards.

“A what?! I-um sure?”

Dorian watched helplessly as a massive wolf literally burst out of Laudna’s chest. He held his bladder but took several steps back to keep his shoes free of ichor. “Oh, wow-you weren’t kidding, that is a very large dog.”

The thing was half rotten and only really had fur along its head and spine. Ghostly glowing mist drifted around it and seeped from the gapping wounds in its side. It gnashed its teeth as it turned to look at him. It’s eyes glowed a sickly green that was almost hypnotizing, only breaking away when Imogen whistled and it bounded happily over to sit at her heel.

“That’s a good boy.” She cooed and rubbed at his ears.

Laudna echoed his praises. “His name is Caviar, isn’t he gorgeous?”

“He certainly…suits your style!”

Orym joined them then, watching Dorians expressions carefully. “Guys, maybe let’s save some excitement for the morning?”

“Rest does sound nice, though I may not sleep.” Dorian admitted his face darkening, “…not after seeing that!” He tried to spin it as a joke but Orym’s frown deepened.

“You can bunk with me -and Fearne- if you want?”

“…I will admit, I have missed our cuddle piles.” Dorian smiled softly. The two men stared at eachother for an extended moment while Imogen and Laudna looked between them.

Laudna snickered but Imogen’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she pressed into Laudna’s side. “Well then, are you ready for bed, baby?” She purred just loud enough to be overheard. “We can leave the boys to their…cuddlin’.”

Dorian choked out a cough, his cheeks darkening. Laudna melted, twirling her hair around a finger and smiling a dopey grin. “We can have our own cuddle pile.”

“Of course.” Imogen grinned before rocking up on her toes and pulling Laudna into a soft kiss. The hound at their side jumped to his feet and did an excited twirl, tail wagging as his master sighed happily.

“I-uh- we should just-“ Dorian sputtered. Orym resisted an eye roll but smiled fondly at the pair. “Yeah, let’s go find Fearne.”

“I heard we’re kissing?” Fearne popped up behind them with a wine bottle in her hand. “It’s about time!”

Orym groaned into his hands, face heating.

[nereidof40k]

This little story is for @jaghatai-khock , who was kind enough to let me borrow his sweet Faolan and Ca’zar, his Salamander dad.

Features Jago Sevatarion and his negative resistance to children in distress. I’m not sure what to tag for, but it does contain a Night Lord being nasty to a child.

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Faolan looked up at the Night Lord with his large, gauntleted hand squeezing Faolan’s tiny throat. Tears and snot streaming down his face. Why wouldn’t they leave him alone?

He wished Ca’zar was here. That he would find him soon.

At that moment he heard a loud roaring sound from behind his captor. Jazek, he thought his name was. Not that he wanted to remember that…creature. He was terrible. Even more terrible than many other Night Lords.

It was all Faolan could do not to let his eyes widen as he saw the tall bat winged crest rising from behind Jazek. He had never met him face to face, but everyone knew of First Captain Sevatar. Was he going to die? He wanted to go home.

Faolan kicked out at Jazek, making the filthy man growl and hiss at him. The hiss swiftly becoming a yowl of pain as Sevatar’s chain glaive bit into Jazek’s shoulder, severing his other arm before he could slap Faolan.

Next, Sevatar’s gauntleted fist connected with Jazek’s helmet hard enough to smash the face plate.

Faolan was not certain what had happened, but suddenly he was gulping down the cool air, being held carefully by the First Captain, and Jazek was lying in a groaning heap in the mud, his face bloody. Looked like Sevatar had broken his nose. Through the helmet.

“I don’t like child abusing pricks.” Sevatar growled, taking his helmet off with his free hand, spitting in Jazek’s face, acid spit making the wounded flesh sizzle. Jacek crying in pain.

Feeling giddy with shock and confusion, Faolan cringed as he realized what had just come out of his mouth. “You’re in the wrong legion, then.”

Sevatar however just smiled crookedly. “Quite. Any other injuries than the throat, kid?” His deep, deep voice was surprisingly soft and gentle.

Faolan shook his head. “Let’s get you back to your people, kid. Looks like they’re treating you well.”

Faolan hiccuped, speechless. They used to threaten him that if he was bad, Sevatar would punish him. And here he was being carried gently, the First Captain stroking his back. Night-black eyes surprisingly soft as he looked down at Faolan.

“Got a name, kid?” Sevatar continued. “Not whatever insult they no doubt called you.”

“Mama called me Faolan.” He hid his face against Sevatar’s armored chest.

“A good name.” Sevatar hummed. “My mother called me Jago. You can use that name if you wish.”

By now Faolan’s head was spinning. Nothing made sense. Sevatar had the face of a thug, but he was so gentle and careful.

“Where are we going, Cap…Jago?”

“Getting you back to your family, Faolan. They must be worried.” They did seem to be going away from the Night Lords.

Faolan peeked up at Jago. The First Captain didn’t seem as scary now. His face was almost nice.

He kept rubbing his back and humming soothingly.

“They’re good to you, yes?” Faolan nodded.

“Good. If they weren’t I would gladly keep you myself.”

Faolan gasped. “I want my dad.”

Sevatar stroked his cheek. “Of course.” He did look a little sad, but that might just be his face.

By now Faolan could smell smoke and hear shouting. They must be close.

Then he heard Ca’zar’s voice, sounding furious.

“Night Lord. Let my son go if you wish to keep your head.”

Jago pet Faolan’s hair. “Is that actually your father, Faolan?” Even as low as he spoke, there was no doubt the assembled Salamanders heard. The growled oaths becoming tinged with a note of confusion.

Turning to look, Faolan nodded. “That’s my dad, Jago.”

With a nod, his face becoming like stone once more, Sevatar put Faolan down on the ground, only letting go once he was sure Faolan was upright and stable.

Faolan hugged Jago’s leg. “Thank you for saving me.”

Jago nodded. “It was the right thing to do.”

Faolan ran to Ca’zar, shouting at him “Don’t shoot Jago, he saved me.”

Sevatar nodded as Ca’zar snatched up his son, cradling him protectively.

“I might come to visit later, Faolan. But now I have a child abusing asshole to punish.”

Then, like magic, Jago was gone into the night.

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A couple days later, Ca’zar brought Faolan something strange. It was a soft plush toy in the shape of a shark. It was white, fluffy and had no eyes.

The accompanying note was from Sevatar, explaining that it was a Nostraman albino shark. They were naturally eyeless, and Jago had made it himself.

He had also included several other interesting facts about sharks.

Ca’zar sighed. While it was a sweet gesture, he hoped the infamous First Captain would soon be too busy for these kinds of surprises and go away.

[yandereduckie]

Old Draft: The bat and bird twins pairs

I found this unfinished draft in my notes, it was one of my first attempts at creating an AU, it's basically a test of concepts for Always!AU

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The first time it happened, they didn't even think of it...

It all started about half a month after Bruce became the Bat, Kate had just broken up with Renee, well before that they had decided to live together, and now that their relationship was over, Kate decided, in a moment of anger, to take all her things, throw them in a suitcase, and go bother her cousin in Gotham.

Bruce, even though reluctant because of his recently started nocturnal activities, welcomed his cousin with open arms. She took a room right next to Bruce's, and honestly, she ended up throwing herself into the socialite life for a while to clear her head.

But one night, she went looking for Bruce in his office, and found the clock's secret passage open, going down the stairs to the cave, she saw Bruce, still partially in the suit and with the wings, being treated by Alfred in the Medbay because of a bullet wound in his side caused by a momentarily lucky criminal, who didn't even have seconds to realize his hit.

As the suit was not yet perfect and was in experimental status, the bullet hit one of the areas with little reinforcement, which was already more worn out from another fight before in the same patrol.

She immediately had a small outburst, arguing with him about his crime-fighting activities, citing the rumors she had heard about the Bat, and, unlike anything Bruce had expected her to say, Kate ended her dictation by exclaiming that she wanted to do it too.

20 years old Kate, shooting furiously: AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN CONSIDER INCLUDING ME!? HOW COULD YOU!? HOW DARE YOU!? I FEEL BETRAYED! BETRAYED BY MY DEAR AND FAVORITE COUSIN! 20 years old Bruce, still half doped up on painkillers: The fuck? Bitch i'ma ya only cousin. Kate, faking angry tears: EXACTLY. 42 years old Alfred, putting away the basic equipment after finishing Bruce's bandages, muttering to himself: It seems then that it wasn't the way i raised Master Bruce that went wrong... Alfred, reflecting: Please, do not let this be/become a family thing.

And then, after much insistence and much, but much pestering, Bruce gave up, and let Kate join him.

Kate, for the 107396395259453 time, practically foaming with pure rage and determination: LET ME FIGHT CRIME WITH YOU OR I WILL DO IT ALONE! Bruce, head in hands, clothes and hair disheveled from a fight with her, sweating cold and exhausted: OK, SATAN, BUT YOU BETTER PUT YOUR MILITARY TRAINING BACK IN ACTIVE AGAIN AND ADAPT TO MY CRYPTID THING!! Kate, raising her fist in the air in victory: YESSSS!!! By the way, fuck you, Why did it take ya so long to accept it, even though I was in the military and know that I can take care of myself? Bruce, collapsing into an armchair, eating a grape: Cuw I dinw tonw tha ya *chew* wou du a geit cwipit Kate, consufused: The hell ya said? I didn't understand a thing, don't talk while eating! Bruce, swallowing: I said, that i doubt, that you would make a good cryptid creature. Kate: *Extremely offended dramatic gasp* How dare you doubt my capabilities! I'm sure I'll be a much better and scarier cryptid creature than you! Bruce, raising an eyebrow: Bet? Kate, with a sly smile forming on her face: Bet. Kate, throwing herself on the couch: I'm going to scare the shit out of those scum of criminals. *steals a handful of grapes from him* Bruce, pointing a finger at her face: But no violence towards minor thieves until it is proven whether or not they are doing it out of necessity. Kate, rolling her eyes, chewing and finishing swallowing before speaking: Yes, Mr. Weird Bat. Those guys are supposed to be advise to leave the life of crime and go to WE after get out of jail, is it? Bruce, squinting suspiciously at her: Yeah. *Puts another grape in his mouth* Kate: *thumbs up*

And so, Kate became a vigilante cryptid with her cousin, but she didn't want to be a bat, imagine being called by the media something as basic as "Batwoman"? Naah, Kate was not a woman for that kind of basic, if Bruce is going to be a bat, she'll be a bird, the biggest and stronger.

And that's how the duo Bat and Harpy came about.

At first, the Ghotamites didn't know what the relationship between the two was, giving rise to several conspiracy theories about what they were, and the two let the theories run wild, since that's how their cryptid thing spreads, practically making them creepypastas, but real, since after 2 months of debut the majority of the population accepted that they were not just rumors from delusional criminals, and recognized their existence.

That is, until theories started to emerge that they were a couple, yuck, how disgusting, imagine their faces when a victim who ended up owning a vlog about them questioned them about it?

Vlogger rescued of a kidnapping, pulling out a cell phone to record: Hey! Would you mind answering a question!? Please, please!! Bat: Hn Harpy, just vibing cuz it's better for this lady to focus on a conversation than on the recent trauma, and it can't be THAT BAD: *Speaks with a voice modifier that distorts the speech and tone to give a more Eldritch tone* why not? Ask. Vlogger, excited because this is her favorite theory: Thank you! So what are you guys to each other?? ARE YOU DATING!? Harpy: Bat: Harpy, seeing that, yes, it can be THAT BAD, putting the retractable claws from her cat-like gloves out: Can I?- Bat, slapping her hand away and giving a weary sigh of reprimand that the voice changer translates into a growl: Don't you dare. Vlogger, intimidated and regretful: Er- Did I offend you?- Bat and Harpy at the same time, with different tones: Yes. Vlogger, still curious: Huh- sorry, but... If you guys aren't dating...then...? Bat and Harpy, still a bit disoriented cause of the absurdity of the previous suggestion, only going with what they remember that the adults said they were as united and similar as: Twins. Vlogger, who also has a twin sister who looks nothing like her, sympathizing: OH!- OMG I'M SORRY! Oh man, I would be pissed off too if somebody thought I was dating my twin. Bat and Harpy, not knowing how to deny it now: *Muttering agreement*

And of course, this made most of the theories fall apart, but there were still weirdos, who didn't care about incest, shipping the two of them, let's just say that when they met this type of people, they acted so extra animalistic and Eldritch that a guy peed himself once out of fear.

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Second time it happened, they thought it was a coincidence.

After a long year of action, a circus came to town, and two birds fell in mid-flight because of a certain person who decided to cut their wings, leaving a chick orphaned, but a bat with a very soft heart for traumatized people, especially children, took it to his own nest.

And yes, he tried everything to keep another bird from flying at night, but, as stubborn as the older one, that little baby bird did not give up.

5 years old Dick, two apples tall bloodthirsty to end Zucco, whining with a strong accent: BUT B I WANNA TO FIIIIIIIIIIIGHT! 21 years old Bruce, looking for help looking at Kate and Alfred: Chum... 43 years old Alfred, just looking at them smiling neutral: *Internally, remembering when he himself tried to stop Bruce* The world spins master Bruce, the world spins... 21 years old Kate "not my kid, not my problem, just don't let him die or cry" kane: *Sneaking away with a bag of chips.* Bruce, sighing betrayed: Look Dick, you're still too young for this. 5 years old baby Dick: *Wetty little hurt pup eyes* Bruce, rubbing his temples: For now... Dick: *Eyes drying out and starting to shine* Bruce: Train, and maybe, if you prove that you can be strong enough, I'll let you fly. Okay Chum? Dick, running to hug Bruce: Thank you, thank you dad!! Thank you!! *Burying his face in Bruce's neck, eyes moistening again, whispering* Thanks... Bruce, wrapping his arms around him in shock cuz this is the first time Dick has call him dad: It's-...o-okay Chum...*Rubbing circles on his back* Shhh...it's okay.

And as luck would have it, on a patrol not much later, the bat encounters the late Jim Gordon's daughter, Barbara Gordon, running away from the orphanage in a poorly made bat costume.

5 years old super determined baby Babs, running at him, panting after climbing the fire escape to get into the building top: Heyy, wait! Stop righ there!!! Bat, completely confused, turning to her: *Tilts head curiously* baby here? Harpy, a little far, watching curiously: oh baby? *Tilts her head too* Babs, hand on her waist and the other pointing at the bat, with all her two-to-three apples tall confidence: If I have to get a new parent, it has be you. So I can beat up the criminals and corrupt cops who mocked my father's kindness! Bat, even more confused: ???? *Bat chirp* Harpy, amused: Ohhhh *Excited for a new niece bird chirp* Babs, spreading her arms wide in a pose very much like a T pose, throwing her head back dramatically: Take me with you and transform me into whatever kind of creature you are! Be it vampire, demon, it doesn't matter! Harpy, unable to control herself: OHOMGHAHAHA- *Laughing her guts out, almost falling off her perch* Bat, "fluffing" his wings and approaching her cautiously, worried if she's delirious with fever or something: *Confused and worried (artificial) bat noises* whaa...?

At first the children became wary of each other, and Babs was devastated to learn that her new dad was not a supernatural creature.

But over time, she accepted this fact, and she and Dick became best friends/siblings.

For their covers, since Babs wanted to be a bat like Bruce and Dick a bird to honor their parents' legacy, they decided to go with the twins concept™️ created by accident. Of course, after having a good laugh at the costs of their father and aunt.

They didn't leave the training mat until they were 7 years old, and even then, they started small, with patrols twice on the weekend so as not to disrupt their school sleep schedule, fighting weak criminals, always with Bruce and Kate at most 2 and a half meters away.

And so, the second duo emerged, Robin and Denevér appeared.

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The third time this happened, they were suspicious, but still called it a coincidence.

A year of action for the little ones later, in one weary night flying through Crime Alley with the fake wings, the Bat found a 4-year-old boy trying to steal a tire.

4 years old skinny, malnourished and dirty baby Jason: *Panics and throws the rusty screwdriver at the bat's face.* Jason, realizing who the cryptid that he attacked is: Fuck- 24 years old(Bruce)Bat, holding screwdriver in one hand and massaging face with other: *Low high pitched outrage and pain bat noises* urgh... 24 years old (Kate)Harpy, crouched in a corner of the alley: PUUFF- *Laughing breathlessly sounding like a kettle* Jason, nervous: I'm...sorry? At the manor. 46 years old Alfred, looking up from the book he was reading: Something just happened. 8 year old Babs and Dick, looking up from their drawings to him: New sibling? Alfred, sighing: Probably.

Let's just say that no one other than Bruce was surprised by him bringing another stray home anymore in this point.

And they were even less surprised when not even 72 hours after bringing Jason home, he picked up another child.

4 years old on guard, fresh from the clutches of David Cain, inevitably illiterate baby Cass: *Crouched in a defensive pose* Bat, recognizing the posture of a assassin, worried that a baby apparently knows this: *Approaches cautiously, trying to appear smaller so as not to scare her* Baby alone? Cass, reading, or trying to read, his animalized body posture, recognizing the concern and care, but not understanding what he said: ...? Bat, tilting his head more worriedly: Don't understand me? *Sad bat noises* Cass, still not understanding the words but getting that he's sad: *Hesitantly comes out of the defensive pose and makes little grabbing hands* Harpy, eating popcorn that she got from god knows where: *Chews* New niece. *chews* Robin and Denevér, eating popcorn too: *Chews* Absolutely. *Chews.* new sister. Bat, approaches her: baby? Cass, raising her hand to the top of Bat's head, imitating what she had seen a man do with his parrot some time ago: *Pat pat* Bat, confused but happy?: Uhh *Looks at others* They: *encouraging thumbs up* Bat,extending his hand to her: Wanna come with us? Cass, looking at the others and back at him, reading expectation, excitement, care, comfort and everything good coming from them, knowing that the hand is to go with him: *Takes the hand*

Jason was very shy and nervous during the first few weeks at the mansion, and Cass was curious about everything. Over time, Jason opened up to his new family, and became really close to Cass because he enjoyed helping teach her to read and speak. They also became the only ones besides Alfred allowed to be in the kitchen.

And Bruce, futilely tried to stop them from going to the streets, and as expected, failed miserably and had to make the same deal as when Dick and Babs started.

Bruce, arms crossed: No. Jason: *Puppy eyes by Dick lessons* Please? Bruce, Shaking his head: The answer is still no, Jaylad. Cass, just chilling around, without paying attention: 🎶 Jason, nudging her lightly with his elbow in her side: *whispering through gritted teeth* Help me here. Do puppy eyes too Cass, blinking as her brain slowly grasps the words: 🤔😯😀 *gets it and joins him* Jason, now with Cass imitating him: Pretty please? Bruce "soft hearted with his children getting along" Wayne:*sigh* okay... Bruce, pointing a finger at them: BUT- Same thing as with Dick and Babs. Train and only then fight. Jason and Cass noding, and then stepping away to do a little victory dance together:🕺💃🎊 Bruce, with a silly smile on his face: These kids are going to be the death of me...

And so, the two trained, preparing to fly for the first hunt at 7.

But with just one year missing to finish the training, new chicks arrive in the nest.

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By the fourth time it happened, they just had accepted that this was the norm now.

News had reaches Bruce's ears that the Drakes died on one of their trips, he comes to by a little sad that the family of three is gone, until Kate shows him the news that their son, Tim, 1 year old, is still alive, because he was left behind in their mansion, with an unreliable nanny who left the literal baby alone for half the week in that giant, cold house.

Needless to say, when Bruce had barely begun to consider it, the children and Kate were already on his tail to take the baby. He did.

27 years old, angry Bruce and Kate: *unconsciously mirroring the other's irritated arms-crossed pose* Irresponsible nanny: *Swallows* H-here *Hands over baby Tim* 1 year old Tim: *happy baby babbling* Bruce and Kate internally: Okay, it's ours now, definitely. 11 years old Babs and dick, 6 years old Jason and Cass peeking behind the armchair: Baby brother 49 years old Alfred,very offended by the nanny's lack of professionalism and HUMANITY: It will be much better for him this way. Also Alfred: I just hope at least him doesn't become a cryptid.

And so the family gained another member, and soon his pair would come too.

The funny thing was that this time it was Kate who found a baby.

1 year old, rebellious baby Steph in all purple clothes, holding papers three times the size of her hands, angrily sucking on a pacifier: Dah *hands the papers to Harpy* Harpy, seeing that they are copies of three future cluemastee schemes, knowing that she is his daughter: *happy bird chirping* Oh you- do you *excitedly* want a batdad instead of this one? *Shakes papers* Steph, considering seriously while sucking on a pacifier: uhm... Steph: *Takes the pacifier out of the mouth* Yews.

With that, another pair of twins came to the family, and one year after they arrived, the third duo appeared, Bluejay and Molossus.

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But of course, everything that is good and perfect do not last like that, and has its moment... down

Bluejay and Molossus had completed a year of activity, but this time, unlike the feeling of something extra that Alfred always felt before another child was adopted, as if someone wanted him to know, Alfred now felt...the lack of something.

The feeling was causing anxiety in the old man's heart, so he decided to shove it in a little box in the back of his mind, it didn't mean anything, right? It wasn't because he always felt a chill before Bruce adopted a child that now that he felt different that they were going to...to lose a cub, right? right?

No.

they lost.

They lost him.

He died.

Jason died.

Joker killed him.

He did it.

He attacked the boy with a crowbar and the woman who was supposed to be HIS MOTHER did NOTHING and left him with the Joker and-

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Let's just say this didn't do anyone any good.

It was just another normal week, everything was fine.

Until the kids decided to play a challenge game with an online roulette.

13 year old Babs, with a tablet with a yellow bat emblem: Okay, it's Jason's turn! *Turns the tablet to reveal a digital roulette so full you can't even read it* 8 years old Jason, excited: *Clicks the button that says "spin"* Oh! *Opens his eyes* Family tree test, what's that? 13 year old Dick, with a half asleep 8 years old Cass leaning against him: Oh I know! I know! It's a test to see who you're descended from, a friend of mine took it and discovered that he's sort of a sixth degree cousin of our classmate because they share the same great-great-great-grandfather! Dick, eating a chip: They also discovered that he not only slept with their great-great-grandmother, but with 3 other women! What an idiot. Jason, whistling: Cool, I hope I don't have a grandpa like that.

It was supposed to be just an innocent game, but Jason discovered that he had a living mother, a woman different from Catharine, a woman named Sheila.

He was so impressed, he was so curious, he wanted to find out, he wanted to investigate, and Bruce couldn't say no to him, after all, she was his mother, he deserved to know. She's not. He don't.

Bruce, Babs and Jason traveled to Ethiopia, it was supposed to be just a quick visit, Jason didn't want to go live with his bio mother or something, he just wanted to see her, he just wanted to know who she was. Bruce came as his guardian (obviously) and Babs came just for company.

Bruce's biggest mistake was leaving them alone, Bruce's biggest mistake was trusting that woman monster. Bruce's biggest mistake was letting his son get kidnapped. Bruce's biggest mistake was not being able to locate him sooner.

He broke down the warehouse doors and threw himself against them, he opened them just in time to look into his son's eyes one last time, extend his arms to him one last time. All in vain.

The bastard assassin barely had time to laugh at his feat before he had a big, angry, vengeful Bat father pummel him nearly to death.

Bruce would have killed him, fuck, heaven and hell know how much he wanted to kill the clown.

But he couldn't do anything against the super strength of that idiot alien scout new hero.

Superman holding the bat down and pulling him away from the Joker: Mister- Stop it! You can't kill somebody, killing is not the answer for nothing, what happened!? *using a mix of voice for victims but one he used to talk to Luthor too because he has no idea what's going on here and is completely confused and this bat-person is criyng his guts out while beating an Ethiopian ambassador dressed as a clown* You- E-Eehh you just bit me!? No- wait stop! Your teeth- Why does it hurt!? The Bat with tears running freely under the mask, but very visible, struggling to get out of the other's grip, opening a compartment that just in case keeps Kryptonite since he discovered superman's weakness: LET GO! *hyperventilating so much that even though the modifier translates it as growling, the panting is still heard even without super hearing* GRH! *In desperation trying to free himself, resorting to biting as well.* Superman not being able to do it anymore and releasing him like a rabid cat, but staying between him and the man-almost-turned-into-pope: Why are you doing this!? *Panicking wanting to know what the hell he got himself into, and a little much afraid of the cryptid in front of him.* Bat, growling, in a defensive/offensive pose with wings wide open: HE KILLED MY SON! Superman, stopping floating: oh. Superman, processing that he ended up getting involved in a very family matter being a stranger: Oh. Superman processing that may be protecting a child killer: Oh. Superman staying silent, but also wanting to play the boy scout with a super moral code and offer to help catch the killer: I-

A shot is fired, interrupting whatever the blue scout was going to say, followed by a loud, piercing scream that is painfully familiar.

Bat, running towards the shout: DENEVÉR! Superman, confused, looking at the man dressed as a clown who holds a gun with a shaking and punched hand, and then looks in the direction the bat went: Oh Rao..

One of the worst first impressions a scout could have, isn't it?

Bat and Harpy became more violent, ruthless and volatile, hospitalizing countless criminals, calming victims with great difficulty.

Robin walked close amd glued to his father and aunt, never left alone, becoming silent, his cheerful laughter fading and leaving a haunted hole in the chest of those who encountered him.

Molossus blended even more into the shadows, also glued to her father and aunt, no longer a curious cub who walked here and there and needed to be pulled by the scruff of the neck, she almost never leaves the Bat's wings now.

Denever and Bluejay disappeared without further ado.

Gotham didn't need words from her silent knights to know what happened.

There was a funeral for Jason, the whole Wayne family was in mourning, they were more glued

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As I said, unfinished. But in short, Flock would have this concept of pairs, I wrote this based on a thought I had about how the patrol pair works, since I wanted the batfam to be less overworked, since Always!Bruce goes to therapy and knows well how bad being a workaholic is, having learned this not only from his therapist, but also experiencing it firsthand during his training journey.

Plus, I think it was implied that Babs went with Jason, but no, the shot only put her in a wheelchair. And Jason was scheduled to return from the dead only about 6 months later, and, since Always! Bruce is not part of the League, he was on Earth, and he heard the alarms at Jason's grave go off, and even though he was in the middle of a patrol, he ran to the cemetery, with Kate. There, some League assassins who were investigating the Flock decided to follow them, and after that, they capture Jason because he seemed important to the Flock, in the middle of the fight to catch him, they also get a DNA sample from the Bat.

Talia tries to manipulate Jason, but the boy is smart, and doesn't fall for her petty tricks. When he finds out about a clone make of Bruce and Talia's DNA, he immediately rescues him, stopping the growth process, and returning home with a three-week-old baby Damian.

And as you can see, there was going to be some tension between the superfam and the batfam, but I later dismissed that.

Always!AU is still in development, and I may end up changing a lot of things, concepts, people, and relationships. One additional thing I wanted to put is that I'm going to bring back this concept of twin pairs.

But Always!Clark and Always!Bruce will still have a strong brotherly bond, but Always!Kate will also be a part of that bond. I want her to be more relevant to the story, like I did with Jar and stuff. It'll be like, Always!Bruce and Always!Kate will be super close as twins growing up, and then after the Waynes become friends with the Kents, the twins gain Clark as a big brother, and they end up growing up together, and then the rest of it remains the same, the Wayne-Kent siblings discover Wonder Woman's identity and are taken in as her wards, Diana becomes a cool aunt and stuff, blah blah blah.

And here's a better guide to their ages

Start of year 1 of Bat and Harpy

Bruce - 20

Kate - 20

Alfred - 42

End of year 1 of B&H/ Adoption 1/ training arc 1

Bruce - 21>23

Kate - 21>23

Alfred - 43>45

Babs - 5>7

Dick - 5>7

End of year 1 of R&D/ Adoption 2

Bruce - 24

Kate - 24

Alfred - 46

Babs - 8

Dick - 8

Jason - 4

Cass - 4

Pre-year 1 of B&M/ Ending of Training arc 2

Bruce - 27

Kate - 27

Alfred - 49

Babs - 11

Dick - 11

Jason - 6

Cass - 6

Tim - 1

Steph - 1

Middle of Year 1 of B&M/ Dead in the family

Bruce - 29

Kate - 29

Alfred - 51

Babs - 13

Dick - 13

Jason - 8

Cass - 8

Tim - 1

Steph - 1

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09 - The chirping creature

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt: Upside Down  ), @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt: joker, Wings), and  @aug-kissed  (prompt: Butterly kisses) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: Kas!Eddie, blood Words: 1544

This is the stupidest idea Steve has ever had.

Well, maybe not the stupidest, going back to Byler's house armed only with a nailed bat or follow the kids down the tunnels with a pair of goggles and a scarf to protect his mouth and his nose was pretty stupid too, but going back in the Upside Down alone to retrieve Eddie Munson's body… yeah that was another level of stupidity.

After all, it wasn't his fault if his house was the closest to the trailer park and his parents weren't around to stop him.

Robin probably would have tried, but she was home with her parents, promising not to leave without a word during the next apocalypse and Dustin was still at the ER with a sprained ankle and a very worried mom. The same place where Steve should have been, probably, but his bites were too big for stitches and there was no way he was going to let someone sedate him during an apocalypse, so he just asked for clean bandages and signed his discharge paper against medical advice.

Perks of being twenty.

Walking through the woods, Steve wonders why he never realized how close Eddie's trailer and his house were. Not that he actually cared about the strange guy who used to jump on tables making anticonformists speeches and offending him and his friends. Well, now that he thinks about it, that's probably the reason.

The cracks in the ground aren't on fire as they were when they managed to escape from the Upside Down for sheer luck. Steve stops for a moment, reminding himself that he's getting back in a place full of deadly creatures that can smell blood from yards, with a flashlight, a radio, and a nailed bat. Well, he hopes to find the weapon they left there, but yes. This is a very stupid idea.

Looking down through the cracks, Steve sees only darkness.

For a moment he wonders if the passage between the two dimensions closed after their escape, but a red solitary thunder in the distance tells him that it's not the case.

Taking a deep breath, Steve makes a giant step, the same his diving instructor taught him to do before diving underwater. He holds his breath while he falls and the up becomes down and the down becomes up. The landing is rough and he whimpers, holding his sides with one arm while fishing for the flashlight in his backpack.

The place is still ominous as he remembered. Steve tries to keep calm, moving slowly and quietly toward the place where he last saw Eddie, lying in his own blood, surrounded by dead demobats and with a crying Dustin by his side.

It's a little comfort knowing that he didn't die alone, which is probably way more than what Steve could hope for himself, given the fact that he’s a fucking hurt prey without a pack to protect him, but he tries really hard not to think about it while he keeps moving.

The abandoned bicycle is still there and so it's the dry pool of blood. But Eddie's body is nowhere to be found.

Steve looks around himself, confused, he's one hundred percent sure that’s the place. Did the demodogs drag Eddie’s body somewhere else to feed on him?

God, that's disgusting. How cold he left Eddie's body there! Steve should have found a way to take him with them, even if he was hurt and he and Robin had to wrangle Dustin toward the gate.

"Eddie..." he sighs, and his knees give away making him fall on the dirt, while Steve hits his leg with frustration.

Steve made the wrong choice as always! He should have… he should…!

"I'm so sorry, Eddie," Steve whispers, while hot tears fall on his face here, where none can see him cry.

He screams into the void, knowing that he will attract every fucking monster, but its pain and his rage are boiling inside him and the only thing he can do is scream until he has no more voice.

That's so unfair!

Unfair for them, who had to face monsters for years because people were greedy, and unfair for Eddie, who’s dead but is still the number one suspect in Chrissy's murder. Unfair for every single person who lives in Hawkins and thinks that it's just a quiet town in Indiana.

When he finally stops screaming his voice is hoarse and his eyes are puffy, but no monster showed its horrid face.

Steve grabs some dirt and shoves it into his pocket. It makes no sense, but it makes him feel better knowing that he has something that belonged to Eddie, even if it's just dirt and dried blood.

He gets up, slowly, ready to get back to the Right Side Up and admit his defeat, when he hears a chirping sound coming from the other side of the trailer park.

It doesn't sound like a growl, typical of demodogs, or a shriek, typical of demobats. It's a chirp. Like a bird one. Only… way lower.

Steve stops, staring at the numerous trailers lined one after the other but sees nothing. Thinking that it was his imagination, he turns again, stepping toward the crack, but he hears the chirp again, this time closer than before.

He turns immediately, holding his flashlight high to enlighten whatever might be coming for him, but once more, he sees nothing.

This time Steve is sure he didn't imagine it, so he starts stepping back, while keeping his eyes pinned on the trailers, looking for any movement. And then he hears the chirp again, but this time it's way closer and it's behind him. Steve freezes, feeling goosebumps while he slowly turns toward the creature that's towering behind him. 

He doesn't get the time to turn because the creature's chest hits Steve's back. It feels strong, and firm, and there's a pale pair of arms ready to… hug him tight?

Steve stares at the pale arms that are surrounding him and recognizes a familiar tattoo: a flock of black bats.

"Eddie?" He asks, confused, feeling his heart beating so loudly that it’s the only sound Steve can hear.

The creature chirps again, nuzzling at Steve's nape before rubbing his cheek against Steve's. The creature's long eyelashes flutter a few times against Steve's cheek in a sweet and soft movement that soothes Steve.

If Eddie is giving him butterfly kisses he's not going to eat him, right?

"Are you ok, Eddie? You sound… different."

The creature chirps again, releasing his hold and stepping back.

Steve remains still for a few moments and then he slowly turns… just to find a huge pair of membranous wings shielding someone.

"Eddie?" he calls again, reaching out with one hand to touch the wings that are dusty pink and there are covered in blue veins. The skin is soft under Steve's fingertip, and the wing twitches like a cat's ear, revealing for a moment the creature hidden behind it.

"Eddie. It's ok. It's just me. Steve." he tries again, "Can you… can you show yourself to me?"

The wings shake while a deeply unhappy chirp comes from the creature.

"Ok. Take your time. I'm going to wait here with you and-"

At those words the wings open and the creature starts chirping in a panicked way, shaking his head, grabbing Steve by the arm, and dragging him toward the crack.

"Hold on. Hold on. I'm not going back without you!" Steve yells, digging his heels and trying to resist the creature's pulling.

When the creature turns toward him, for the first time Steve sees how different Eddie is. His light skin is even paler, his eyes are red and shiny, his mouth is covered in dark dry blood and he has an enormous pair of wings, taller than him, that end with some long black claws and that now are open wide and are casting an ominous shadow.

"Well… you grew taller." Steve chuckles, trying to ease the mood, and Eddie tilts his head before chirping again with a soft smile, while he retracts his wings slowly.

Eddie tries to speak again, getting frustrated when only a chirp comes out from his mouth, but Steve steps closer to him, taking his hand that now has long black claws.

"We'll find a way to get you back." He promises, even if he has no idea how, "For the moment you could stay at my place. My house is big and my parents are never home."

Eddie points at himself and then at Steve, chirping questions that Steve can't really understand, but he can guess.

"Yeah. You and me, at my place. I'll even let you choose the movie for movie night, how does it sound?"

Eddie smiles and his smile has way too many teeth to be human, but somehow is the same shy smile Steve remembered.

The creature tilts his head, hearing something that Steve can only dream to hear, and quickly lifts Steve bridal style, running toward the crack. If there's a positive side in Eddie's new form, is that flying from one dimension to the other is way more easy than jumping.

And the rest is a problem for another day.

[alyslittlehaven]

In What We Keep

DragonBorne!Reader X Azriel.

One fateful night after a mission, the three bat brothers need to seek refuge from the cruel winds past the mountains of Illyria, after a little debating, Azriel decides to take his brothers to the slice of life he took for himself

Warnings: Self Made Fae Race, swearing, talks of sex/sexual interactions, lewd jokes and or conversations, Pregnancy, Pre-established Relationship, mates, fated, Soft Azriel, secret relationships and more ACOTAR IS NOT MY BOOK, NEITHER ARE THE CHARACTERS

(Due to my motivation being messed up and me not knowing how to genuinely continue this story, I have made it into a singular shot story. Both parts are still available separately on my profile. If you want more on this series please, put in requests and help me love this story as much as you lol)

“This storm isn’t going anywhere, Az.”

Cassian’s voice strained as he squinted through the heavy snowfall. Their footsteps behind them quickly being covered up as they continued on through the cold. Cassian groaned, his body shivering harshly.

 Azriel grunted as he tightened the fur that hung around his body. The black dire wolf pelt kept out the wind just for a little longer as the snow picked up around them all. Azriel looked over his shoulder, his hair swaying lightly in the wind as his brothers stopped behind him. There was no way they could continue on like this. Flying in this weather would be a death wish and the creatures that they were hunting were extremely sensitive to magic. Their noses picked up the slightest bit of arcane and followed it like it was food. 

The snow continued to whip around them. Azriels wings shifting as the wind blew in between the membrane and his back. The cold slowly seeps into his bones as the three of them pick up the pace once again. Rhysand let out a huff, looking around slowly and yelling over the blizzard. “There is no way we can get to RoseHall like this, let alone the camps! We need to find shelter!” Cassian nodded, looking at Azriel with a pleading look. Rhysand was right, there was no way the storm was going to let up, and if anything was just getting worse the longer they walked. Rosehall was nowhere on the other side of the mountain and the winds of Illyria were unforgiving to travellers during the summer months. What would happen to the three of them if they continued to trudge through the snow?

Cassian crossed his arms, his lips turning blue as they stood still huddled together. His wings spanned out and fluttered to get the snow off of them. The weight on his shoulders now dispersed as her shook himself off. Azriel looked around, looking for any kind of landmark that could tell him where they stood on the mountain. His eyes locked into a bundle of lights in the distance. A relieved breath left him as he saw the small, broken sign with a carved dragon egg on it. 

His brows furrowed as he thought, his arms wrapping around himself as he took a couple of steps. Dread slowly made its way to his stomach as he realized where they were heading.

He could bring them into his home. The small cabin he had built with his own hands inside of the heart of the hearth. The home that his mate was in while he stood out in the cold with his brothers. Her body probably curled up on the couch with that ugly knitted blanket she made draped over her as a book remained under her nose. The fire probably roaring in the fireplace and leaving the room in a nice orange glow.

Azriel sighed, quickly pulling up his hood before beginning to move in the direction of the light,. His voice hoarse as he spoke. "I have somewhere we can stay. if you don't mind walking for a bit more, that is." Cassian rolled his eyes, his feet moving without him having to think about saying yes or no as he followed his brothers closely. 

“Azriel…where are we going?” Rhysands teeth chatters, his breaths coming out as fog due to the cold. His whole body nearly froze at the question. He had worked so hard to keep this part of his life a secret from his family. The relaxing life he came to every night and woke up the day after next to. The happy cabin he filled with love and work that he made sure he separated his work life from his mate. His wonderful, beautiful mate pressed kisses to his hand when he came home from work and tried out new Illyrian recipes so he would feel at home in the hearth. The best woman he had met, and the calmest. They had spoken about it a few times, introducing her to his family and the inner circle, and despite her wanting to meet them he just didn’t want to yet. Wanting to keep her to himself just for a little longer.

“To…a friend's house. She lives right up here in this cabin.”

Rhysand and Cassian looked at each other, a small shrug was all Cassian responded with as they walked up the stairs of the porch. Azriel quickly opened the door, the wood creaking under his weight as he ushered the two in. A frown on his face as he shut the door behind them. “Y/n?” Azriels voice carried through the small cabin, some shuffling in the distance going dead silent.

“I’ll be there in a second love!” A couple of pans knocked together before she walked into the hallway, a small pep in her step now that she saw who was in her home. Cassian, ever the gossip, repeatedly hit Rhysands arm like a teenage girl. A smirk on his face as he raised an eyebrow at Azriel.

Rhysands jaw dropped as she untied her apron, the large and evident bump now on full display as she put down the fabric and pressed a hand to her stomach. Her eyes raked over the two unfamiliar men with a gentle smile. "You must be Azriels brothers...welcome to the Hearth. Come- Sit down, please."

If there was one thing they weren't expecting, it was exactly this.

Cassian and Rhysand expected their brother to bring them to a rundown shack he retreated to occasionally, holes in the couch, a dusty old couch, and maybe even a fireplace; but not this.

The cabin was cozy, with three dragons crawling around the floors of the abode like it was theirs as well. Dragons had been long unheard of, their presence in the world no longer scaring children but creating more theories of what was before. The fireplace blazed as the woman gently escorted them to the main area. The couch was littered with pillows and blankets of what seemed to be all kinds. Cassian chuckled, gently running a hand along the fluffiest blanket he saw. A satisfied smile on his face at the feeling.

"Make yourselves at home. Any friend of Az's is a friend of mine, I just finished soup too." Azriel smiled at the woman before beginning to try and undo his leathers. The heat getting to him now that the wind was no longer harsh on his skin. His wings - thankfully- thawing out by now, basically icicles on his back previously. The woman slowly left through a doorway, somewhere that seemed to relate to a kitchen in the room off to the side. Cassian turned to Azriel, a smirk on his face as he spoke. "A lady friend of yours?" Azriel huffed, rolling his eyes with a small smile. A small groan left him as he pulled his hand away, the small knick on his thumb irritated already from the leathers.

"I've known her for a bit, sweet lady." Cassian nodded, mumbling some remark under his breath as he sat down on the couch. A sigh left his large form as he melted into the cushions.

"She seems wonderful." Rhysand shook his head, sitting down on a chair next to the fireplace. The two others not even bothering to try and take off their soaked leathers.

They cared about the warmth tho.

"Azriel, let me help you with that." Azriel jumped slightly as the voice cut through the air, his frame quickly softening as she placed down some soup for all of them on the coffee table. Giggling as Rhysand and Cassian jumped to get the food. The woman waddled over to Azriel, a huff of laughter leaving her as she managed to get one side of the leathers off. The two of them sat in a comfortable silence for a moment before Azriel spoke up.

"How are you?" She looked up, smiling.

"Could be better, the dragons have been very insistent in feeding me rats they found." Azriel chuckled, nodding slowly as she managed to get the other clasp. His leathers fall to the floor. "There, that's better." Azriel looked down at her bump. Tilting his head slightly as a finger brushed up against her stomach. "'Been giving you trouble lately?" Samantha laughed lightly, nodding as she gently grabbed his hand and put his palm on her swollen belly.

"Movin' a lot, the healers say that they are excited to come out. I think I'm nearly cooking the poor thing with how hot the house is nowadays." She smiled up at him, a small sigh leaving her as she hugged him.

"That's good at least- not the boiling the baby part though." He pressed a chaste kiss to her head. Pulling away to help her to the couch.

"So, Rhysand and Cassian. It's nice to meet you." She gently picked the bowl up with her two hands, the heat not affecting her like it did them. The two of them finally looked at the two of them, now getting comfortable on the couch. Azriel was tucked into the corner of the furniture, his wings gently stretched out behind him as his arm rested on the back of the board. The woman was neatly tucked into his side, her legs up and folded to get her comfortable.

Not that much was comfortable nowadays.

Cassian raised a brow, quickly swallowing his food. "It's nice to meet you..uh.-"

"Samantha, my name is Samantha." Cassian nodded, picking up another spoonful of soup as Rhysand spoke up. His violet eyes no longer scanning around the house they sat in. Now staring straight at her and Azriel. "This is your home? What's with the dragons?" As if they heard him, the purplish-colored dragon in the fireplace screeched, its wings flaring behind it as it got comfortable, now lying down on the burning wood like it was nothing. Rhysand flinched lightly, his eyes remaining on the odd creature next to him with a weary feeling building in his gut.

"Think of them as my babies, I've raised them since they were in their eggs. " Rhysand nodded, smiling at the little thing before adjusting himself in the chair. "Do you only have three?" Samantha shook her head quickly, swallowing her food before speaking.

"These were just the youngest, they couldn't fly when winter came so me and the village thought it would be best if I kept them for the cold season. Their mother and brothers are out in daycourt somewhere" Rhysand nodded, a small oh left his mouth as he took a bite of the warm food. A hum leaving him. "It took a while for Azriel to get used to them, I don't expect them to come flocking to you now since you're new." Azriel leaned back, his eyes closing for a moment as he basked in the orange light the fire sprayed on him and Samantha. The fire seemingly calling to her now that she relaxed.

"Samantha has a way with wayward beasts." Samantha gently smacked azriels arm, a smile on her face as she let out a huff. Cassian's eyes darted over to the two. "So you two are...Friends?" Samantha perked up, a hand on her stomach as she thought for a moment. Thinking about whether or not Azriel would be okay with them even knowing. "I mean we are, but the official term is mates if you didn't know." Azriel looked at the two of them. No guilt swirling in those hazel eyes of his. Rhysands eyes widened, nearly spitting out his food out the information with Cassian choked on his own words.

"Mates?" Azriel nodded. His wings shifted behind him as one of the dragons swayed under them. Attempting to get warm.

"Been mated for a year, that a problem?" Cassian quickly shook his head no. His eyes still widened compared to his usual look. His wings tense behind him. "-mates? As in True mates? You're his pregnant mate?" Samantha nodded, tilting her head at Cassian. "Have been for about 7 months. Afraid I'm stuck with the pregnant title for a couple more weeks." Rhysand laughed, putting his empty bowl of soup down before speaking.

"Azriel- how have you hidden this from us?" Azriel shrugged, his hand moving to gently rub against his mate's shoulder. "Not too sure, Maybe I'm good at keeping secrets." Cassian leaned back, Eyes furrowed as he pouted over the implications of missing out on so much of his brother's mating.

"Did you have a ceremony?" Cassian's voice broke through the cackling from the fire, Samantha's eyebrows shooting up before answering. Thinking back to the day and attempting to get as much information as she could. "We did, it was my village present- I don't think anyone was there from azriels side though." Azriel shook his head no.

"Well...I guess we have a lot to catch up on then?" Rhysand spoke once more, his eyes filled with a bit of betrayal as he looked at everyone in the room. Cassian nodded, putting his own bowl down.

[ohmyplasticstars]

QUACHIL UTTAUS HEADCANONS

First time ever drawing quachill, she's actually a lot of easier to draw than I thought which is probably what kept me from drawing her in the first place

I think it'd be really stinkin cute if Quachill had more bat parts to her

To reference yog, cuz technically she's a biblically accurate angel which references her mom Ishtar is a goddess, and she wears jewellery similar to her mom's

So it'd be neat if she had some goofy bat features

She has bat legs and smol bat wings she's silly

While I don't think Yog has bat legs because he's a vampire

I like to think when quachil was being born genetics got freaky, because Ishtar goddess of the pests and creatures and Yog is a Vampire with a bat form

So quachill came out lookin like a creature

Ishtar told Yog to get freaky with her in bat form trust 🗣️🗣️🗣️/j

So the vampire genes came out funny on quachill she has bat legs, wings, and long stringy fingers to match her batty toes

Yeah I made the hems of her skirt and ends sleeves look like bat wings too

She's a lovely kid

Lamprey ahh, she only opens her mouth to eat, people? Maybe probably yeah they eat people

She can talk telepathically without opening her mouth tho, it sounds echoey and grand to humans

But to the astrals she just has a regular kid tone, still says whatever too fr

Head canons: she likes cheezits, and she wrecks misfortune and disaster on earth, she's a thrones angel and angel of misfortunes

She acts all high and mighty around humans and tries to speak fancy (since astrals see humans as lesser, yes they all act high and mighty around humans and then just become goofy as hell when among themselves

except dagda he's like the cheshire cat, and abdicus doesn't speak with people much but if he does he goes into a psychotic ramble but otherwise he's basically a feral human

Also yeah he's also human but he matches the astral freak so no one touches him 💀 except zoth yk yk)

But really to the astrals she's just a little guy

Yog doesn't exactly support it, but he looks Sus and sissy when teaching quachil this so he doesn't exactly bother

I like to think the astrals are all ridiculously powerful to different levels and quachil being an angel she has big potential

Like my friends and I had a head canon that quachil plays with meteors 💀

She's the reason why meteor showers happen guys

[whitlocklibrary]

The Dragon Queen~

𓉸ྀི ✩₊˚.☪︎ ⁺₊✧

🃜 pairing : Buggy × AFAB! GN! Dragonrider! Reader

🃜 fandom: one piece × reader, httyd x reader (Eryx is based off of the StormCutter Dragons (ex:Cloudjumper) from how to train your dragon.)

🃜 Summary: Reader is a dragon rider that is captured by the marines. And it just so happens a certain captain chose to raid that ship unknowingly helping the reader escape from the marine’s clutches. This is a story about how reader joined the Buggy Pirates and a few events that happened after it.

🃜 Word Count:5.7k

🃜 Warnings:cursing, marineford spoilers, fighting, Buggy is his own warning sometimes, minor ooc buggy

🃜 Requests: Open

𓉸ྀི ✩₊˚.☪︎ ⁺₊✧

You were thrown into the dank brig of a marine vessel, the force of the action enough to send you falling to the ground, your bound hands barking in pain as you tried to keep yourself upright. A small huff in the corner of the cell has you turning your head. When you turn you come face to face with your dragon, Eryx. You shuffle closer to him taking note of the muzzle on his face and the ropes binding his wings.

The two marines who had been commanded to bring you down here spat filthy insults your way. Insults you should have brushed off and forgotten about, but you have never been good at taking such things. Had always let them get under your skin--get you angry and upset. And seeing the sight of your dragon bound up like this only added more fuel.

Snapping your head around, teeth bared in a nasty snarl, you watched the door slam shut behind you.

“You fucking spoon-fed idiots!” You hissed up at the two marines who had been ready to leave before you had spoken. “You have some nerve doing this to m--” The taller one slammed his fist against the bars of your prison, causing a loud bang to ring through the metal walls. 

You hardly flinched. Hardly bat an eye. A low growl is heard from Eryx as he brings his tail in front of your body.You’d dealt with some of the most terrifying big bads the East Blue had to offer. Big bads who thrived off chaos and ate babies for breakfast. These two goody-two-shoes marines would never in their wildest dreams live up to those creatures. Never utterly terrify you. 

“We know everything about you. We know of your failed run as a bounty hunter with this monster. We know you killed a respected and loved member of our community--you are a criminal. Nothing but a no-good pirate.And your dragon will be so helpful for the world government.” He shot down at you in an air of superiority. Like you were nothing but the dirt under his shoes. 

A criminal. A no-good pirate. And threatening your dragon. Those few words were worse than any insult one could possibly conjure and spit at you. Worse than physically getting slapped in the face. 

You were by no means a good person, but a criminal--you were far from being a criminal. Not in the same sense as those you’d hunted down. Those who had done true evil in this world. Who had hurt innocent people--children. Criminals like their respected and loved community members. A, now-dead, marine commodore. A commodore who had gone too far in life without getting punished for his crimes. 

Crimes you punished him for. And wanting to use your dragon to commit more crimes on innocents just boiled your blood.

Too bad they took away your swords and daggers or else you would’ve cut them down. The two marines keep taunting you, when suddenly an explosion is heard and you are thrown to the side. Before you can make impact with the wall Eryx’s tail is stopping the impact.

“Thanks boy.” You mutter as you pat his tail. The two marines quickly shake their shock off and take off towards the stairs. The sound of fighting and crazed laughter can be heard from your cell as you start to pry the muzzle off of Eryx.

“Just a little more and yes it came off.” After a bit more prying the muzzle finally breaks and it falls to the floor with a thump.

“Alright boy let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

You hold out your shackled hands and Eryx snaps them with his teeth.Once your hands are free you move and free his wings. Eryx blasts the cell open and you take off towards the stairs with him right behind you. You squint your eyes as they are assaulted with sunlight. When your eyes have adjusted you see a bunch of pirates engaged with the marines. You hold your finger up to your lips as you look at Eryx and then you quietly slip towards the crate where your weapons are. Good thing they threw them in there when you were still within sight.After prying the box open you quickly strap your sword to your back and your daggers to your thigh.

You creep back to Eryx and climb up on his back. Eryx gets ready to take off when suddenly you are being knocked off his back by a pirate with long dark hair that had alternating green stripes along one side of his hair. You couldn’t see the lower half of the man's face as it was covered by a large checkered scarf. You both land on the deck with a thump. Following that pirate is a marine with his sword drawn, the pirate is still sprawled out on the deck so you quickly draw your sword and deflect the on coming one. A small grunt leaves your lips as you push the marine back. The sound of the two swords clashing echo through the air as you continue to push the marine back. The pirate that crashed into you was now back on his feet and fighting another marine. A soft whistle leaves your mouth and Eryx’s tail swings from behind the marine. His tail makes contact with the marine and sends them flying into the wall.

“Good boy Eryx.” You sheath your sword once again and quickly climb back on his back. You give out another whistle and Eryx takes off from the deck. He circles above the ship as you look around the deck,looking for the pirate captain. Your eyes zero in on a pirate that dons a striped white and red shirt with, white gloves, a sash around his waist like many other pirates, and a pair of loose pants reaching to his calves, just above a pair of striped socks and pointy shoes. He also has a scarf around his neck. Hanging from his shoulders there is an orange, fur-lined captain's coat. On his head he has an orange hat with his jolly roger on it, over a neckerchief with the same pattern of his shirt.

‘that must be the captain’ you think to yourself as you lower Eryx down.

“Oi pirate captain.” You yell out as Eryx continues to circle. Buggy looks up from his spot when he hears a female voice yell at him. His eyes zero in on the massive dragon above him and then he notices the head poking out from the side.

“If you don’t want you or your crew at the bottom of the see leave the ship.” You yell out as you nudge Eryx’s side. He dives closer to the ship as you notice the pirate crew making their way back go the ship. Once all of them have made it you let out a sharp whistle. Eryx hears the whistle and opens his mouth, his saliva trails out over the deck as the marines scramble around the ship. He circles again and he lights the saliva he left. Once the sparks make contact the deck goes up in flames. Another sharp whistle leaves your mouth and he turns his body completely flying on his side you reach for one of your daggers and pull it out of the sheath. You pull the end of the dagger off revealing a secret compartment full of gun powder. With one tilt of the dagger the gun powder is landing on the deck and an explosion follows as Eryx straightens back up. The air is then pierced with laughter as you circle above the ship watching the marines flounder in the water.

Buggy stands on the deck of his ship looking at the dragon above him. The dragon was a woody-brown color , with a cream underbelly, and blue highlights with bright lilac and white hints on wings and underbelly. The dragon had two pairs of wings, three tail fins, head frills, and what looked like a smashed face. His eyes then go to the rider they had (h/l) (h/c). They were covered in what looked like scaled armor and had a sword strapped to their back.

“GET THEM ON THIS SHIP. I WANT THEM ON THIS CREW.” He yells out and the crew scrambles to get the dragon rider on the ship.

You continue to circle above the ships when you hear yelling from below you and you look towards the pirate ship. You saw a brightly colored ship, which imitates a circus feel. It has many circus tent designs on it. Its figurehead is an elephant with the trunk as a cannon. You notice the crew of the ship readying ropes and look at them in confusion before it dawns on you. They wanted to capture you, but you weren’t gonna let them harm Eryx after what the marines did.

“Come on boy let’s go see what these pirates want.” You nudge his side and he dives towards the brightly colored ship. The crew sees the dragon getting closer and they stop running around as the watch you get closer.

Eryx lands on the deck with a heavy thump and you stay seated on your saddle as the crew parts to let Buggy through. And man was this captain handsome up close. The first thing you noticed wasn’t the red nose on his face, it was the beautiful sea colored eyes. He had two blue triangles above his eyes, and above those were two bones crossing into an X on his forehead. His red lipstick was painted into a big smile on his face.

“Well well hello there Little Rider. What you did was pretty flashy.”

You cross your arms across your chest as he circles around Eryx.

“What do you want pirate captain. I saw your crew preparing to capture us.”

A laugh escapes his lips as he stops infront of Eryx.

“Straight to the point Little Rider. What I want is you on my crew.”

“Yeahhhh no hard pass.”

“Come on Little Rider. Join my group of freaks we don’t bite.” A menacing smile makes it away across his face. “Well not hard anyway.”

“I’m not interested. I’m a dragon rider not a pirate.”

“But aren’t ya tired of the pesky marines hunting you down. That little stunt you pulled along with killing their commodore will make you a pirate in their eyes. Hell you’re gonna get a bounty now.”

Your eyes widen slightly at this information as it fully dawns on you. Your own actions will make you become a pirate to the government. And with Eryx many people will be coming after your head.

“So join my group of freaks Little Rider.”

And that is how you became apart of the Buggy pirates. And true to what Buggy said a few days after you joined you got your first ever bounty. The News Coo delivered the paper during breakfast. The wanted posters already being looked at and cheers follow shortly at the increase of Buggy’s bounty. You were in the middle of feeding Eryx a bucket of fish when a detached hand floated in front of you with a brown piece of paper. You take the paper from the hand and look back to where Buggy was lounging on his chair at the head of the table. You look back towards the paper and your eyes widen when you realize it’s your bounty poster.

‘Wanted’

The Dragon Queen

Dead or Alive

30,000,000

And the picture was from the day you met the Buggy pirates. It captured the moment you were on Eryx’s back head tilted back in laughter as the marine ship burned below you.

The poster is taken out of your hand as Buggy stands in front of you.

“Well my freaks our Little Rider has her first bounty.” He yells out as he holds the poster in his hand. All of the crew cheers as you look up at your captain.

A few weeks go by since you’ve joined the crew. You weren’t apart of the act that Buggy put on. Instead he sent you out on missions to gather information, or to find treasure maps. And when you were on the ship you were kept by his side along with Eryx who has befriended Mohji’s lion Richie. And you’ve also befriended the pirate that crashed into you that day. His name was Cabaji, he was the swordsman of the crew. When you weren’t with Buggy or on a mission you were with Cabaji practicing sword fighting or you were knife throwing. You’ve also became great friends with Alvida, you even make her hair accessories with Eryx’s scales. She saw you working on your armor one day and was curious if the dragon scales could make jewelry.

And currently you are on the deck of the ship working on some new armor with Eryx’s shedded scales as Buggy,Mohji,and Cabaji look for treasure on the island. It’s not long before Buggy comes back empty handed and angry. You don’t catch what he’s saying but you do hear Alvida when she speaks up from her couch.

“It’s no time to horse around you guys. If you can’t find out where Luffy is, how exactly are you planning to beat him.”

‘Ah so it’s about Luffy’ You think to yourself already knowing about Buggy’s weird obsession with the Strawhat. You see Buggy lift a hand and wave her off.

“Don’t be so uptight Alvida. Nothing’s wrong with having fun for now. Right.” You shake your head with a smile on your face as Buggy laughs. You put on the last few scales of your armor when you hear a familiar voice and you lift your head up.

“Luffy you say? If you wanna see Luffy I’ll tell you where he is.”

“See. He’ll tell us Luffy’s whereabouts.” Buggy says with his usual smile on his face. That smiles falls off his face when he realizes that it wasn’t one of his crew who said it.

“Who the hell are you?!” You turn your head to where Buggy is looking already having an idea of who it is. A tall muscular young man with curly black hair and a tattoo on his back purple bones formed in a cross behind a purple skull with a white mustache the symbol of the whitebeard pirates. The other tattoo on his upper left bicep that spells "ASCE" vertically. And on top of his head was a signature orange hat. You quickly set your armor down and get up working your way through the crew to get to where Ace was standing.

“Oh sorry for interrupting your party. I was brought forth by the quite appetizing smell of food. My name is Ace nice to meet you.” He says with a small bow towards Buggy.

“Oh no need to be so formal. Nice to meet you too.” Buggy says with a smile as Ace brings a piece if meat to his mouth and takes a bite. Then Buggy’s smile falls again.

“I’m asking you what you’re doing here!!! I don’t care about your name. What a flashy insolent attitude.”

“C-Captain. This guy is… Fire Fist.Fire Fist Ace. He’s the captain of Whitebeard’s second division.” Cabaji says.

“Whitebeard!!” The crew exclaims.

“Oh you guys know my boss? That’s cool-“ Ace begins then he stops as he falls asleep.

“HE FELL ASLEEP!” You continue to push through the crew now with Eryx’s help and you catch Mohji talking to Buggy.

“No.”

“Why this is a great opportunity any way you look at it.If we defeat Fire Fist Ace we’ll become instantly famous.”

“I SAID NO!!! Listen up guys. Remember this flashily.No matter what happens never mess with the Whitebeard Pirates.WhiteBeard is a legendary monster. He’s the only one who fought neck and neck with Roger, the King of the Pirates.He’s now without a doubt the world’s strongest pirate.He’s the man closest to the secret treasure, One Piece. And above all Whitebeard never forgives the killing of one of his own.Never. He’s that kind of man.”

“ You sure know an awful lot about him.”

“Of course…Long ago I met him in person here on the Grand Line.” The crew that was gathered around Ace jump back as he sits up.

“Sorry about that.” He says with a yawn. You finally push the last crew member out of the way and see Ace.

“ACE!!!” You shout as you tackle him in a hug. He let’s out a small oof as you collide with him as the crew and Buggy stare in shock. Once Ace get’s over the surprise of you tackle he smiles.

“Little Storm! I was wondering where you ended up.” He hugs you back before giving you a smack on the head.

“Do you know how worried Pops was when we haven’t heard from you.”

“Ow Ace you didn’t have to hit me.” You say with a pout as you rub the sore spot. Buggy watches you interact with Ace and he feels an uncomfortable feeling in his chest.

“WHAT THATCH IS DEAD!” The crew all jump in surprise at your shout and they see Ace with a serious look on his face.

“Yes. Teach killed him for a devil fruit. That’s why I’m out here. I’m hunting him.” Ace says as he puts a hand on your shoulder as you look up at him in shock. Eryx senses the change in your emotions and nudges his head against your back gently.

“Don’t worry Little Storm I’m gonna make him pay.”

“I know make sure to beat that son of bitch Ace.” He smiles as he ruffles your hair and then he hands you a piece of paper.

“I will Little Storm. Here take this make sure to keep it safe for me okay.” You nod as you take the piece of paper from him. He stands up from his spot and turns to Buggy.

“Sorry for appearing on your ship out of no where. I will be going now, I’m glad you found a crew Little Storm and I know Pops will be happy to hear it.” He jumps on the rail of the ship, and before he jumps to his glider he looks at Buggy.

“Take care of Little Storm or you’ll have to deal with their brothers.” And with one final wave he jumps to his glider and takes off. Once he is out of sight everyone turns to you bombarding you with questions.

“How do you know Ace?”

“Were you really with the WhiteBeard pirates?”

“What did Ace mean by brothers.”

The crew gets closer around you as you try to take a step back from everyone.

“Oi shitdiots back it up. Now.” Buggy’s voice carry’s over the crew as he shoves the closest members away from you as he puts himself between the crew and you. Once everyone is far enough to his liking and quiet he turns to you.

“How do you know Ace and Whitebeard Little Rider.”

“I first met them a few months after Eryx and I left our island in the North Blue.” Eryx pushes his head against your hand and you stroke the spot in between his two horns.

“It was my first ever run in with the marines. They managed to injure Eryx and we fell into the sea,even with his injury Eryx was able to keep us both afloat after the marines left. They thought we would be taken out by the sea,but we weren’t we were stuck in the sea for hours. And with Eryx’s injury at the time he started to get weaker the longer we were there.”

Your hand moves to the scar the marines left by his wing as you tell your story. The crew now sitting around you like little kids.

“Luckily I was on the edge of Whitebeard’s territory and they were sailing past when they spotted me. They pulled us a board their ship and after they treated our wounds. It took a few weeks for Eryx’s wound to heal so we stayed with them. Pops tried to get me to join them once Eryx was healed but I wasn’t looking to join a crew so they let me leave. But I became an honorary WhiteBeard pirate and unfortunately gained hundreds of new brothers.” A small smile makes it way onto your face before it disappears remembering what Ace told you.

“I swear when I get my hands on Teach I’m gonna make him regret being born and I’m gonna feed him to Eryx.” Eryx let’s out a small growl of agreement as the rest of the crew take a step back from your anger.

“Well Little Rider you’ll have plenty of time to plan out what you’ll do to that traitor. We’ll make sure of that.” Buggy says with a sinister smile on his face and you mirror it back with your own.

“Now let’s party.” The crew cheers as they bring out more barrels of booze. Buggy throws his arm over you shoulder and he brings you with him to his throne like chair. He releases your shoulder to sit on his throne,and looks at you as he pats his thigh.

“Come on Little Rider you sit with the Captain today.” He says with a small smirk on his and when he sees you hesitating he detaches one of of his hands with a pop. Then suddenly you’re shoved forward and you land in his lap as he hand reconnects.

“Ahh there we go.” He brings his arm around your waist knowing that you try to scramble away.

“Now my little rider let’s discuss your next mission.”

That was the last conversation you had with your captain before he was imprisoned. It’s been about 7 months since you’ve seen him. You and Eryx met at the rendezvous point like planned,but you were met with a captainless crew. And then the paper Ace had given you started to burn.

“ERYX COME ON BUDDY ACE NEEDS OUR HELP.” You put on your armor as Eryx takes off from the deck and circles to your side of the ship. You take off running across the deck and jump over the railing landing on your saddle then Eryx shoots off from the island.

The sound of metal clashing against metal fills the air. Marines and pirates alike are spread out fighting. And Buggy is seen in a tornado of sand. Two hands grab Buggy and yank him out .

“Oh you save-“ He starts but is caught off by a blade slicing him.

“…Jet Human Shield.” Buggy’s upper body turns to Luffy as he grabs him by his vest.

“YOU! What’re you doing? Strawhat!”

“What I’m not the one who cut you.Plus you just said ‘Don’t mind me! I’m here to save you.’”

“How deluded is your hearing?”

“Gum gum human shield.” Luffy yells as he brings Buggy’s torso in front of him.

“STOP IT.” Mihawk brings his sword up again and slices Buggy into shreads.

“I CAN’T TAKE IT! You must be ‘Hawk-eye’” Buggy says as he puts himself back together. His foot shoots out a red ball and it heads towards Mihawk.

“The special Muggy Ball! Blow away.” Mihawk brings his sword in front of him and hits the ball back at Buggy. An explosion happens and Luffy uses this moment to run towards where Ace is. The battlefield stills as the two guards by Ace get ready to bring their swords down.

“ACE!!!!!” Is heard from everyone around the battle field. Before the blades make contact with Ace’s neck the guards are blasted away by sand. Sengoku turns back to the battlefield looking to see who took our his guards.

“Who did this!?” In the center of hundreds of marine soldiers stands Crocodile. His jacket flowing behind him in the wind as the soldiers raise their weapons towards him.

“You bastard! I thought it was to our advantage to have you since you hold a grudge against Whitebeard.Crocodile!”

“I can kill that old, dying buzzard later.But before that I don’t want to let you taste victory.” And with that the battle continues as Luffy still fights towards Ace.

Suddenly a deafening roar is heard through the air and everyone looks to the sky. Eryx cuts through the air as Marineford comes into sight for you. He lets out a roar as you get closer and you look around the battlefield for Ace. You finally see him chained to the platform as well as the familiar flash of blue hair on the battlefield. You stand on the saddle and unsheath your sword as you shout.

“ACE” Everyone stands still as the massive dragon gets closer.

“LITTLE RIDER”

“LITTLE STORM”

“ITS THE DRAGON QUEEN.”

“ERYX DRIFT.” You brace yourself as Eryx draws closer to the platform where Ace is. Once he is close enough Eryx turns on his side and you push your feet against the saddle using it to launch yourself to where Ace is. You bring your sword in front of you and slice through the chains that are holding Ace to the platform. You let out a sharp whistle and Eryx circles back to you dodging bullets as he goes. You pull Ace up with you,and when Eryx is close you throw the both of you off the platform.

“ERYX GO TO POPS AND GET THEM OUT OF HERE.” You yell out as you stand on the saddle as Eryx glides above the battle.

“Little Storm what are you doing.”

“Getting you and Pops out of here Fire Breath.” You give him a kiss on the cheek and quickly give Eryx a pat on the head.

“Take care of them Eryx.” You jump off the saddle and pull open your arms using the newly added wings of your armor.

“LITTLE STORM!” You hear Ace yell from behind you as Eryx continues to fly.

Eryx lands on the ground in front of Whitebeard a with deafening thump. Whitebeard looks at his childs dragon as his son scrambles off the saddle.

“They sent you to get Ace and I away huh.” Eryx lets out a huff in agreement as Whitebeard lets out a sigh.

“Of course. MY SONS GO BACK TO THE SHIP WE HAVE ACE.”

“BUT POPS WHAT ABOUT LITTLE STORM.”

“THEY’LL BE FINE MY SONS NOW HURRY WHY WE HAVE THIS OPPORTUNITY.” Marco quickly grabs Ace and begins to drag the struggling pirate to the ship as Whitebeard looks to where you are.

“Be careful my child.”

You slash through the marines wanting to give as much time as possible so Ace can escape. As you engage with another marine you don’t notice the second one slipping behind you with a sword. Before the sword can make contact with you the marine is knocked out by a gloved hand.

“DON’T TOUCH MY LITTLE RIDER.”

“CAPTAIN.” You exclaim as you hear Buggy behind you. Suddenly dozens of prisoners from Impel Down come out helping you fight off the marines.

“Miss me Little Rider.” He says with his signature smile on his face. Before your mind processes what you are doing, you launch yourself at Buggy wrapping your arms around him. He stumbles slightly before regaining his balance and bringing his arms around you holding you tightly against his chest.

You pull away slightly and look up at him with a smile.

“Ready to show them how flashy the Buggy Pirates are captain.”

“You know it Little Rider.” And with that you both spring back into the fight.

“STRAW-BOY GET OUT THE WAY.” You hear a voice yell and turn around. And you see Luffy reaching for something on the ground as one of the Admiral’s goes towards him. You’re moving before you realize and shove Luffy out of the way of the punch. You let out a scream as the magma burns through your armor.

“LITTLE STORM!!”

“LITTLE RIDER!!” You hear voices call out to you as everything becomes muffled. Another deafening roar fills the air as Eryx cuts through the air to where you lay on the ground. He crouches protectively over your body as he blasts away the marines that surrounded you.

“GET AWAY FROM THEM YOU BASTARDS.”

Explosions are heard as Buggy blasts his way through the crowd making his way to where Eryx is crouching over you. Akainu brings his fist up again preparing to strike Luffy who was looking at Eryx and you. Before his fist could make contact with him his punch is blocked by a sword. The entire battle field stills at the appearance of Shanks. And a new ship makes it way into port.

“Why is one of the four emperors from the New World here!?”

“Red Haired Shanks!”
Shanks sheaths his sword as he steps between Luffy and Akainu. You feel two hands carefully lift you and begin to move you away. You open your eyes to see who it is but all you see is detached hands.

“Buggy” You murmur as your eyes slide back close knowing that you’ll be safe. Buggy’s hands continue to move you until your on the side of the battlefield beside him.

“I gotcha Sweets.” He says as he leans you against a broken wall. Buggy lets out a small whistle to Eryx who carefully picks Luffy up by the back of his vest and carries him over as Shanks stands against Akainu. Buggy carefully lifts you up and sets you on the saddle on Eryx’s back.

“Come on Strawhat climb on we need to get to Whitebeard’s ship.” Buggy climbs up onto Eryx’s saddle and puts you in his lap as Luffy climbs on behind him.

“I know I’m not Little Rider but let’s get out of here.” Eryx spreads his wings and takes off from the ground as everyone begins to retreat.

Eryx glides carefully through the air not wanting to cause you any more pain.

He starts to lower in the sky as he gets closer to Whitebeard’s ship. The crew moves on the ship making room for Eryx to land,and he lands on the ship with a thump as Buggy jumps on his back.

“Hurry Akainu burned them we need to treat it.” Marco pushes through the crowd and runs over to where Buggy is laying you on the deck as he cushions your head.

“Luffy!” Ace yells as he runs to his little brother.

“Ace!!” Luffy cries out as he wraps his arms around Ace and attaches to him like a koala. As Luffy and Ace have their little reunion Marco is carefully healing your wounds as Buggy watches with a worried filled face.

“They’ll be okay thankfully Eryx’s scales can handle that type of heat yoi.“ You slowly start to come too as Marco continues to heal you. You let out a small whimper as you feel some of the burns.

“Shh its okay Little Rider. He’s almost done.”

“C-Captain. Pops and Ace?” Before Buggy can respond another voice cuts him off.

“We’re okay Little Storm you saved us. Marco once you are done treating them bring them and the other snot nosed brat to Little Storm’s room.”

“Hey who are you calling a snot nosed brat you old man.” Buggy shouts as he carefully lifts your head off of his lap.

“THATS WHAT I’M CALLING YOU. YOU BRAT.”

Before Buggy can get any further you reach a hand out a grab his arm.

“Captain leave Pops alone.” He let’s out a huff and sits back down as you move your head back to his lap. Eryx curls up around the three of you as Luffy wrestles with Ace.

“And done Little Storm.” Marco says as he gets up.

“Come on I’ll show you where their room is. Fossa bring Eryx to his normal spot yoi.” Buggy gets up and lifts you up in his arms. He follows Marco down the hallways of the ship.

“This is their room if they need anything just ask them for directions. Oh and Buggy treat our sister good because Pops won’t hesitate to throw you over board yoi.” And with that Marco goes back down the hall and out to the deck. Buggy opens the door to the room and steps in.

“Alright Little Rider lets get you in bed you earned it.” He gently lays you on your bed and carefully pulls your armor off your shoulders and arms. He goes to take a step back but your hand on his arm stops him.

“Don’t go Captain. “ He stands there as his emotions fight each other.

“Ahh screw it.” He mutters as he takes the hat off of his head and lays the coat he was wearing on the chair. He carefully lays in the bed beside you. You don’t like how far he is from you so you move closer and lay your head on his chest. Buggy tenses up slightly at this not knowing what to do. He slowly brings his arm up and wraps it around your waist carefully as his body relaxs when you snuggle into his chest.

“Missed you captain.”

“Buggy.” He mutters

“Huh what was that.”

“Call me Buggy.”

“Okay Buggy. I missed you was worried.” You mutter as you bury your face into his chest.

“Missed you too Little Rider.” You hear him say as you feel a kiss on top of your head.