#they were so pretty it looks blue green red cinnamon from the back

[fruitless-vain]

apparently i messed up the tail colour again 😂 every conure just has a red tail in my brain

[thestarsarebrightertonight]

cinnamon girl // theodore nott x fem reader

"violet blue green red to keep me at arms length dont work"

playlist : cinnamon girl - lana del rey

summary : everyone knows you have a crush on theo , even he knows! so when you randomly start avoiding him one day , theodore cant help but go crazy.

sunshine reader , y/n used , hufflepuff reader

masterlist

"theo!" you called out happily , running to the boys side and catching his wrist to stop his strides down the corridor, "hi, ive been meaning to talk to you!".

he looked at you , seeming displeased and just grunted in response , turning away and not even looking at your smiling face that admired him so softly.

"so you have a match on saturday and i was just wondering wether i should support you or hufflepuff? i always try and do my best in encouraging you but when youre against my house it becomes difficult-"

"i dont care do whatever." he said simply , finally turning to look back at you with an annoyed face.

your expression dropped for a split second , a moment so small it was hardly detectable but for that single second your smile dropped completely. and theo noticed. he thought that was probably the first time in your whole life youve stopped smiling. and the first time youve dropped your delicate hold on his wrist.

but you quickly regained composure , smiling up at him although not as sweetly as before , it almost seemed strained this time , "right , thats fine. ill just see what i can do closer to the time. bye theodore"

theodore. ouch. theo watched as you walked away silently , not turning back at all. he tried not to read too much into you , he didnt want to think he cared enough to, but hearing you call him by his full name and not theo? he hated to admit it stung a little more than he thought it would.

----

"hey!" you said enthusiatically as you sat down besides your close friend hannah , she looked up from the desk and greeted you back.

usually in charms you found yourself sat besides her , talking all lesson or admiring theodore , but you could help but avoid his side of the room like its the plague.

the plague being the pretty ravenclaw girl that for some reason was sat next to him as they discussed something civilly. usually theo sat with mattheo or alone since mattheo wasnt regularly spotted in charms , so to see him sat next to a girl youve never seen him with? you felt your heart shatter right onto the ground around you.

"y/n? are you listening?" hannah tried to ask you until she followed where you stared and saw theodore with the ravenclaw , "oh".

you nodded besides her , forcing a tight smile onto your lips and finally dragging your eyes from them , "its fine , everyone knows he doesnt like me back, i guess i was just in denial about it."

hannah saddened at the forced laugh that you let out , pulling you into a hug and rubbing your back , "he was never good enough for you anyways. youre a whole galaxy and theodore nott is the moon , nothing compared to you."

"i love the moon," you said softly as your eyes began to well up with tears.

hannah pulled back and scanned the room before grabbing your hand , "professor flitwick isnt here yet , leave now and if he asks ill say you were sick. go to our dorms and ill get snacks from the kitchen and we can stay in tonight , sound good?"

you smiled happily at her , "thank you hannah"

she returned the smile with a light nod before handing you your bag and shooing you away , watching as you left the classroom hastily.

failing to feel theos eyes that burned into your fleeting figure.

---

the next few days were odd for theodore nott. something felt missing but he couldnt quite place his finger on it...

that was until he made eye contact with you in the hall and watched in suprise as you looked away and practically sprinted down the corridor , rather than coming up to him with a bright small and a new topic to rant about.

and he didnt like it. not one bit.

for the rest of the week he picked up on the things that you did - or didnt do.

how your smile would drop when you made eye contact with theodore. how youd talk happily to lorenzo and then make an excuse to leave as soon as theo tried to join the coversation. how you stopped sitting next to him in potions and instead sat with hermione , chatting away to her and not noticing the glare theodore sent towards the both of you.

but the one thing that pushed him over the edge was when he flew out onto the quidditch pitch and immediately searched for you in the stands , only to spot you waving at diggory , wearing his jersey?!

theodore had never felt jealous before -lies- but in that moment he held onto his broom a lot harder than before , his whole body felt hotter and his eyes glared holes into cedric diggorys back.

lets just say that throughout the match he made sure to shove diggory with every chance he got , eventhough none of it was necessary as they had completely different roles in the game.

"nott get off diggorys fucking broom and do your job!" adrian shouted at him from across the pitch , making theodore roll his eyes before giving cedric a last shove and flying away.

from the stands you watched theodore in confusion ,along with the rest of the audience , staring as he yet again flew in the path of cedric and shoved him to the side before contiuing to chase the hufflepuff chaser.

"it seems like nott is more concered in giving the golden boy diggory a good push rather than actually fulfilling his job , typical slytherins playing dirty in my opinion-" lees comentating was cut off by professor mcgonagall clearing her throat , "sorry professor."

----

the match had ended and purely because of the rest of the slytherin team , they won , however the poor performance of theodore threw the whole teams goal points off.

"what the fuck is wrong with you theodore!?" draco shouted as the team entered the changing tents , "if i hadnt gotten that golden snitch we wouldve lost AND been the comedic relief of all the other houses!"

theodore let out a heavy sigh before sitting down on one of the benches with his head in his hands , pulling his hair aggresively, "shove off malfoy im not in the mood".

"all this because of some hufflepuff mudblood wearing diggorys jersey-" draco started again , before being pushing harshly by a now infuriated theodore.

"the FUCK did you say malfoy?!" theo screamed in his face , being pulled away by lorenzo who tried to calm the situation.

"guys we won and thats all that matters!" enzo tried to reason with the furious boys.

"barley , berkshire! theo over here nearly fucked everything up because of childish jealousy!" draco shouted back , venom dripping off his words.

"who said i was fucking jealous?" theo shouted back as majority of the team turned to him with disbelief.

"you nearly dropped the quaffle twice because you were too busy figuring out how you could shove cedric on the way to the goalhoops-" mattheo started before being cut off by the curtain of the tent being pulled back.

revealing a girl covered in bright yellow , covering her eyes and trying to walk into the tent without falling, "c-can i look?".

the whole tent gaped in shock before lorenzo finally spoke up , "yeah..yeah you can look y/n dont worry."

you quickly uncovered your eyes and blinked as they adjusted to the light , looking at the scene before you which showed theodore being held back from draco by lorenzo and a disapproving mattheo stood in front of the lockers.

"theodore what are you-" you started before being cut off by the boy shaking his head rapidly.

"stop - stop calling me theodore i cant stand when you call me that."

you stared in suprise as theodore shrugged off lorenzos hands and walked over to you, this was possibly the most emotion the boy had shown to you.

"oh uh right sorry , i just wanted to say well done for the match. i was rooting for hufflepuff but there isnt any other team that deserve it more than you guys!" you smiled awkwardly as the team thanked you a short silence following , "anyways , theres a certain hufflepuff thats a bit gutted about his loss so im gonna-"

"diggory?" theo asked with a sour tone as he stepped closer to you , not breaking eye contact.

"yeah , hes upset but i said if he lost id make him a crochet blanket to make him feel better so-"

"but you only make me crochet things." theodore said coldly as you stuttered again , unfamiliar with this behaviour from theo.

"ha , yeah i do but um , i didnt think you liked them so i thought id just put my efforts elsewhere!" you laughed awkwardly.

"the blanket you made him's on his bed , he takes it home aswell because he cant sleep without it-" mattheos teasing was cut off by a sharp glare from theo.

"shut up riddle!" theo seethed before turning back to you.

"no dont be embarassed theo - its nice to know you love it!" you said , finally regaining a comfort in theos presence at this news.

"i love you." he stated simply as the whole room fell into a dead silence.

your mouth hung wide open , as did his teamates before they were ushered out of the room by enzo , your moment with theo requiring the upmost privacy.

"you- you what?!" you asked in pure shock as the final player exited the tent.

"i love you," theo stated again as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"but- but you like hate me , you dont even reply when i talk or smile at me-" you ranted.

"youre right, i hate you. i hate how you love me more than anyone else has before you... i hate your hair and your perfect smile.... and i despise how you make me feel," he stepped so close that your bodies touched and his hand rested on your cheek firmly , "but theres a very thin line between love and hate."

you gaped up at him in suprise , "theo-"

he quickly took a step back and walked to his locker , pulling out a top, more specifically his jersey that he now handed to you.

"take that god awful jersey off i dont think i can handle looking at it for one more second" he said bitterly , staring down at the yellow top you wore with distaste.

"i love you too." you said , still frozen in place and staring up at him.

"i think everyone knows that princess." he said with a laugh , the first laugh youd heard from him in a long time.

a blush spread to your cheeks , both at his words and the addictive sound of his soft chuckle.

"why have you always ignored me if you love me?" you asked still being slightly unpleased with his random confession.

his smile dropped as he frowned and looked at you sympathetically , "i just thought you were doing it all for fun , maybe to mock me or something. i tried to shut out the fact i like you and it clearly didnt work , i was just ...scared." he confessed in a moment of complete vunerability.

you admired him with care and empathy as he spoke from his heart so purely , before your face cracked into a teasing smile , "you know i wasnt actually rooting for hufflepuff?"

he smirked wrapping arms around your waist and pulling you in closer ,"oh really?"

you nodded and pulled the braid in your hair over your shoulder , to reveal the dark green bow that wrapped around the end of it.

theodore grinned upon seeing this as you both giggled , a sweet first kiss following the heart to heart.

[theesirenteller]

𝔓𝔞𝔴𝔫𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔭 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢𝔰.

"I'm here to get my hair braided."

It wasn't every day that a tall, dark, and handsome beach bum-biker hybrid came strolling into Emerald's closet-sized braiding shop. But, she wasn't complaining. Not at all, not even in the slightest.

"Okay, Well come on in then." A shy smile spreads across Emerald's lips as she steps aside the threshold, "I'm Emerald."

"Dwayne."

Ducking his head down Dwayne made his way inside. His broad shoulders and arms scrunched inwards as he slithered through the door. His gloomy-raven hair fell over his shoulders and eyes as he did so. It didn't take many steps to be fully inside the shop. It was new to the boardwalk. Located near Max's video store. And a little bit bigger than a walk-in closet. Painted baby blue with handmade seashell drapes that were in between Christmas string lights down the walls. A single leather salon chair sat a few feet away from the door, facing it. Perhaps to give clients a good view of the beach and boardwalk. The leather of the chair was worn down with ripples and scratches along the sides. Neon-colored bins stacked in the corner filled with various beads, feathers, seashells, and a plethora of other accessories that were fun to attach to braids. A sparkly sea urchin green makeup pouch sat on top of the bins alongside an unopened can of cherry cola.

"So Dwayne, what would you like? all of your hair braided or just a certain section?" Emerald inquired as he took a seat. Instantly the scent of burned incense and murky beach water with a lingering hint of cinnamon hit her nostrils. A metallic after scent lingered. When she had gotten a better look at him; his rugged style of baggy, faded black jeans and patchwork leather jacket gave off a smokey allure that reminded her of a stormy night in the woods

At first, he was silent. The silence lasted no longer than Not a creepy type of silence but more so introverted.' A quiet thinker' was what Emerald gathered.

His fingers snapped and his pointer finger narrowed towards the sign outside. "The merman special. Just the back of my hair." His hands bunched up the top portion of his hair creating a messy half up half down style. Emerald couldn't help but notice the layers of chunky metal rings across the majority of his fingers.

"Okay! It'll look great on you." She blurted out. Her cheeks instantly warmed as words slipped from her lips, "I mean um you've got really pretty hair so it'll be beautiful."

The pregnant silence that followed caused her to swallow down any more embarrassing remarks. She quickly grasped a large pink clap clip and sectioned off the top part of his hair away from the rest. Her fingertips brushed along his knuckles. A soft gasp escaped her pouty lips. His flesh was ice cold. Deadly cold. Sickly cold. Dwayne's shoulders tensed. his posture straightening causing Emerald to quickly remove her hand.

She kept her comments to herself for the remainder of their time together. She used a wide-toothed pitchfork-shaped comb to untangle his locks. Ever so often she'd raise a brow when bits of sand, pebbles, and dark red flesh-like scabs would fall out. Perhaps he hunted and got animal guts in his hair? The braider wasn't sure and didn't bother to ask. Eventually, she'd smoothed out his hair with a spritz of rosewater and a wooden brush. Emerald was known for being heavy-handed yet Dwayne didn't seem to mind. He kept quiet and didn't move an inch. Completely unfazed she couldn't even hear him breathe.

Emerald braided small-sized fishtail braids at the nap of his neck. Hooking small-sized turquoise beads to some of the braids. and others she'd simply attach seashells or peacock feathers to larger-sized braids. There was a comforting silence that overlayed the atmosphere. The roaring of the waves crashing and the laughter of children running along the boardwalk was the perfect background music.

Time passed by quickly and it wasn't long before Emerald was drenching the once-clipped portion of his hair in rose water. Her heartbeat sped up as she stood at his side brushing through his hair. Vibrantly, she could hear her heart beating. The feeling was unfamiliar to her. The urge to gaze into his eyes and not look elsewhere was strong. Feeling a forceful tug within her stomach and chest made her mouth grow dry.

"You shouldn't close so late." his rich and husky voice broke her out of the trance she once was in.

"Huh? What'd ya say?"

"I said you shouldn't close so late. The Broadwalk isn't safe at night. late night all kinds of things can happen." Dwayne repeated. His eyes were a deep shade of expresso brown. His brows were thick and bushy.

"You're right." she agreed while sweeping her brush through his long bangs, "I like the night though…there's something about it that's so beautiful and peaceful. Also, some type of thrill I think…knowing that danger just lurks in the shadows."

"And sometimes reveals itself."

Their gaze synced in union with one another. Drinking each other in. Although it felt more like he was drinking her in. Taking in her every thought, desire, and fear. Intrigue lingered in her eyes. An unspoken attraction that made her pupils dilate. She saw something primal in him. It was unmistakable to miss. Something that Emerald couldn't seem to look away from. His almost unbearable beauty created a lingering allure in her mind. Unintentional they both leaned in closer. Nearly chest to chest. A low deep-buried low growl buzzed in her ear. and perhaps she had been staring a little too long because his eyes were starting to change from brown to a bright golden color.

The events that followed happened so suddenly that Emerald couldn't be sure it was real. Suddenly arms were tightly in his iron-clad grip. With zero effort she was picked up off the floor and slammed against a nearby wall. Dwayne's lips peeled back and his fang-shaped teeth were displayed.

Emerald grew choked up on air as she froze up at the sight. Her hands began to tremble rapidly. The moment she blinked he was gone. As if he hadn't ever existed. The whole shop rattled loudly as the front door slammed shut behind him. Fear stricken, Emerald stood there frozen not even feeling her feet hitting the floor.

She couldn't help but question if that was even real.

𝕰 𝖒 𝖊 𝖗 𝖆 𝖑 𝖉

[squibbles-gubwee]

Sgshsvsb Well!! It's been a slow day at work so i worked on this lmao. I hope you enjoy. @tmntredline @0ddbugs @coffinpal

"Who's this little friend?"

Cool eyes blinked and looked up, spotting a particular peachy furred mutant. She smiled at Rook, and he looked back down, studying the tangerine-coloured leg being stitched onto the green body. He pulled the needle through, before prodding the seam with thick fingers and frowning. He doubled back to take care of the too-large holes he left behind with messy stitches.

"Hello again, Master Splinter. I uh… It's a cattywampus..."

"A cattywampus?"

Splinter sat down, a chair's distance between the two as she watched the man pick up the needle back up and immediately poke his thumb. The mother had snuck off this way when she spotted the blue haired human, and…well, while she wasn't using him for his access to tea, she wouldn't deny her appreciation for it. 

Her eyes flicked over towards the two paper cups from the concessions full of hot water. One was already steeping with an oolong, and there were three tea bag sachets laid out for her to choose from. 

…Did he expect her to follow him? Or was this just in case she surprised him with a visit?

(Honestly, she was a bit surprised herself. She hadn't known their group was watching this competition as well!)

"Yeah! It's, um…well, growin' up, it was like…a mish-mash monster. A beast of broken parts. I had one with floppy ears and six legs that my grandmother made for me. Lots are made from old torn up stuffies, instead of throwin' em out." The wonky, unfinished plush was lifted up, and its boxy head flopped to the side. Rook's nose scrunched in thought. "Probably for the best that it's uh…kinda messy. I think the last time I'd sewn something was in my teens…"

"How do you keep finding these breakrooms you aren't likely supposed to be in, hm?" Splinter gave a wry grin as she slid a cup closer and grabbed the cinnamon rooibos chai.

The bulky man gestured vaguely to his faux leg. "I just say I need to remove it and people give me space. Mais…I, uh, do need it off for a bit. It's killing my hip. Are you alright with…?"

Splinter waved the notion off quickly, and the human sighed in relief as he released the prosthetic limb, removing it and setting the leg on the chair opposite of him.

"Thanks. I guess a storm's coming."

"It's no trouble, do whatever makes you feel comfortable."

The two lapsed back into quiet, the fawn-furred lady taking in the moment of quiet as the navy-haired therapist turned the toy this way and that. Tang Shen took a sip of her tea, frowned, and allowed it to steep a while longer. She wished she had a bit of milk to pair with it, but it seemed fine without.

Rook liked that about Master Splinter. Normally he was painfully awkward around other folks his age. Working with kids and teens all day every day did that to you. But she was quite easy to talk to. The silences weren't harsh, and he had no real pressure to talk. She laughed when he said something about rug time instead of sneering.

(It's why he decided to just keep quiet about what he saw in that hall. He hadn't meant to find her, and instead decided space would be what the distressed woman most likely need. So, he kept quiet, and he would keep quiet.)

"So, why a cattywampus?" 

If she were closer to the human, she'd tease him for the red that bloomed on his face. 

"Well…They're sorta like gargoyles."

Her whiskers twitched at that. "Oh? How so?"

"Well, gargoyles are supposed to protect places and ward off evil, no? It's why they're on so many old buildings and stuff. Catawampus are kinda like that. They're supposed to protect their owners by scaring off bad spirits because they're tataille- creepy little monsters."

"He's going to be a pretty poor cattywampus, then. He's adorable."

Rook snickered at that. "Eh, I think he'll do just fine. I also stuffed a satchel of lavender in his belly. Put a silica pouch in it to keep the buds dry."

"Oh my, I thought that was your tea!" She gasped, gingerly taking the little beast. "How cute. He's sure to make one of your sons happy."

The red haired woman heard a choked noise and looked back over, laughing a bit at how Rook seemed to get embarrassed again. "I-T-gh. Th. They are not my sons."

"Aren't they?"

"No. Heaven's sake, miss, I'm just their therapist."

There was a knowing look in the woman's eye, but she opted not to say anything. After all, no therapist she knew of would do something like let their patients take them on an interdimensional trip to watch a bake off or a hockey game. Instead, she acquiesced, and quietly sipped her tea, brushing a strand of ruddy hair from her face.

He'd figure it out eventually.

"Still. Whichever one that's for, he's sure to love it."

The human hummed as he doubled back and reworked another seam of the half-stuffed creature. He still needed to make sure to put the rest of the fillings in later. He'd hide the fill seam with the bat wings he did up. "I hope so. I worry it's a little too childish…"

"Well… I like him," Splinter hummed, the tip of her tail hooking around the strap of Rook's bag and pulling it closer to him when she saw him reach. "I think he's a charming gift! You put a lot of care into him. Besides, I don't think something is childish just because it's a cute toy."

Rook smiled a bit as he fished out the large buttons he found that he thought would make good eyes. "Yeah…I guess you're right."

Days later (Days? had it been days? time moved so strangely in these places...) while she was heading back to the locker room, Tang Shen spotted her sons behaving perfectly normally. Leonardo was reviewing dance moves, Michelangelo was talking about baking and ratios with Donatello, and Raphael was wrapping his knees. Perfectly normal.

Perfectly suspicious.

Narrowing her eyes some, the mother stared for a moment. Leo started bouncing his leg. Mikey smiled wider. Donatello's eyes widened a bit, looking more innocent. Raphael turned his head away and went to wrap his other knee.

Perfectly guilty. They were up to something. Shen would find out what it was after she changed into some clothes she could bake in-

She could smell lavender.

Deft, clawed fingers opened the metal latch of the locker-

…only for her vermillion eyes to lock with large, slightly skewed, butterscotch yellow ones. A smudge of red below each one made her think of the red lines she and her sons were so well known for (apparently), and the tangerine stripes on the thick plush tail matched the mismatched legs.

Delicately, Master Splinter plucked the cattywampus plush up, looking over the stitches that made up the zig-zag mouth on his mint-coloured head. He was much fuller, with a bit of a pleasing heft to him. Her heightened hearing could pick up the soft, rain-like sound of small beads tumbling over one another in part of his belly and legs. The floral smell was much stronger now, but not unbearably so. She opened the velcro hidden under his tiny wings and found where Rook had tucked away the pouch of dried buds.

How utterly sweet.

"I have the perfect name for you," Splinter hummed, lifting the creature up so she could look into those yellow buttons and jaggedy smile. The big eyes gleamed in the fluorescent lights, and her own crinkled from her smile.

"King."

[anonsally]

Happy Birdday To Me!

For my birthday today, I took the day off work and spent over two hours birdwatching at a hotspot I had not been to before, though it's not that far away. Long report below!

(I hate driving on the freeway, particularly the one I would've had to take to get to Arrowhead Marsh. But I figured out that I could get there on public transit instead.)

Various rare bird sightings have occurred there in the past week, so I was hoping to see something new. In the end, I only saw one of the rarities, but I did see 7 birds I'd never seen before!

My dad joined me after about 45 minutes, but even before that, there were a number of Very Serious Birders with serious equipment. None of them had seen (today) the Nelson's sparrow or tufted duck that have been there the past few days (though according to the rare bird alerts, a few people had seen the sparrow in the morning), but they did help me with some IDs and point a few birds out and let me look through their spotting scopes!

Seven new species:

Common yellowthroat. This is probably the one I was most excited about, even though it isn't very unusual--but I had never seen it! and it's yellow!

Sora. Also very exciting with its pretty plumage and yellow beak! It was shy, but I got a good look at it a few times when it foraged at the edge of some reeds.

White-winged scoter. This was the only rare one that I saw, and it was pointed out by some of the Very Serious Birders, who let me look at it through their scope and regretted that they had not pointed it out to me while it was preening and showing its white wing patches. I could see a tiny white line on the wing, and the bill was very scoter-y, but it would look to a casual viewer like a pretty solid dark brown duck.

Blue-winged teals. Very beautiful bird. There were 3 of them--two males and a female--paddling around, and I could see a small light blue spot on the folded wing of one of the males. It's a large blue patch in flight, but not always visible when they're swimming.

Cinnamon teals. Another beautiful bird! We saw a pair.

Horned grebe. The horned and eared grebes are similar-looking and hard to distinguish, but in this case, I saw both (and was told both were there), so I managed to pick out the differences. (I had seen an eared grebe on the Elkhorn Slough boat tour, identified by someone else.)

Glaucous-winged gull. I would never have even tried to identify this one, but was told what it was.

I also "collected" a whole trifecta of teals, because someone also pointed out a green-winged teal (I'd seen one before). I was happy to see a pied-billed grebe (definitely the cutest of the grebes we get around here). On the walk from the bus stop I saw what I believe was a red-shouldered hawk perched on a utility pole. It had the orange barred front, but the back looked less black-and-white than brown-and-white. There were lots of scaups in the water, but I couldn't tell if they were greater or lesser; we also saw what was probably a greater yellowlegs, but of course could have been lesser. I saw some coots, common goldeneyes, black-necked stilts, snowy egrets, a great blue heron, loads of willets and marbled godwits, and a couple of black turnstones, but I'm sure there were lots of other ducks and shorebirds I didn't manage to identify.

All in all, it felt like a very successful birthday birding expedition, and it made me want to go back.

[judgementdaysunshine]

🌲 Sorry in advance if this is too long lol, here's the emoji 🧐

Fandoms; marvel, dc, stranger things, (and if possible Pedro Pascal characters)

Here's a bit about me :)

I'm almost 19, I have curly brown hair, blue and green eyes (heterochromia), I'm 5'-9", and I'm bi. I am pretty introverted, and it takes me a very long time to warm up to people irl. I sort of dress in whatever I feel comfy with, hoodies, leggings, sweats, t-shirts, and my black converse, or boots.

I love too many fandom and fictional character to count. I am like full-blown obsessed with some of them. In a perfect world, most of them would be real.

My likes: cats, snakes, chocolate, 80's music, pop, metal, rock and roll, Metallica, Fleetwood Mac, Selena Gomez, Ben Platt, Charlie Puth (just to name a few of my favs), singing, reading, writing fanfiction, reading fanfiction, art of any kind, plushies, pop figures, Red Guy from DHMIS, sharks, manga, anime, rocks, collecting rock, manga, pop figures, plushies, cute figures, pictures, and candles, and I love ice cream, strawberries, and Indian food.

My dislikes: heights, getting dirty, people, gossip, bullies, tap water, roller coasters, loud noises, (I hate marvel movies but I love most of the characters), death, liars, and I HATE the Loki Series.

Hope this is good lol!

Oooooh first I ship you with Steve Harrington! ❤️

Anytime he goes to see you whether he goes to your house,you go to his house,both of you meet up near school,or at your secret spot beside a big tree he is always carrying chocolate bars to give to you knowing your love for chocolate

When loud noises are happening he covers your ears with his hand or headphones with your favorite songs playing until it's quiet again

He always gets you strawberry ice cream when the two of you get ice cream together and when he gets taken out he always gets a strawberry milkshake adding fresh strawberries on top before he picks you up

He always gets you candles of a wide variety of smells from vanilla,strawberry,raspberry,and oranges to roses,pomegranate,sage,cherries,and rainwater

Whenever he's in the comic book stores with the younger kids he manages to get you a new chapter of your favorite anime manga or issue of superhero comic books from X-Men,Batman,or anything of superhero origins he gets for you

He always can't help but smile and stare at your eyes loving how one eye was as blue as the ocean and the other green as an emerald which together made the most beautiful color he had ever seen and all he had to do to see it was look at you

He always thinks of your hair like milk chocolate mixed with cinnamon and he also couldn't help but run his fingers through it

He always loved hearing you sing and hopes that you follow your dream of being a singer when you are older

Next I ship you with T'challa! 💜

Every time you bring foods that weren't in Wakanda such as strawberries he would make wakandan desserts with strawberries in there making the food even more better than it already was

His soul would stop and then feel like it was floating in the air when you would be singing making him think you were an angel sent to him and his people

He would always cook you your favorite meals in wakanda when you were depressed and watch your favorite movie with you

He always has Shuri get mangas,comics,and books when she goes to the Avengers tower to see Peter and always comes back with a bag full of them for him to give to you making you smile at the two siblings

He loves how curly and soft your hair is whenever he runs his fingers through them and especially when it's all down over your shoulders flowing freely

He has you look at him and follow his breathing patterns when you're so anxious that you feel like you can't breathe well and he does that and stays with you until you're breathing normally again

He loves that your eyes are a different color each making him think that it made you rare and special also making him think of the clear green and white ocean near his home and the blue sky that is always shining above Wakanda

He always gives you the best smelling candles he knew of in wakanda giving them to you making sure the smell isn't too strong or overbearing at all

Now I ship you with Jack Whiskey Daniels! 💙

Your eyes make him think of being in the forest walking as the sky lights up above you changing colors as you go on

He loved how wonderful of a person you were even with the smallest moments you held to heart and cherished dearly

He always made sure that he had strawberries to put in desserts from cake,ice cream,and milkshakes whenever he made them or got them from somewhere

He always holds you tightly when you're depressed making sure to remind you that he will not leave you and to have you in his arms

Your hair was always being touched or played with by him whether he would mindlessly caress his hands through it or fix your braids when they were loose

Every time he saw a candle that was a scent of one of your favorite smells he always gets it and lights it for you later that night

When he heard you sing oh god he thought that you were Adele for a minute until he walked in seeing you sing someone like you making him smile kissing your forehead

Anytime he saw mangas or comic books on missions or anything he would get them and put them on top of you collection box ready for you to read

He always sings to you when you're anxious holding both your hands until he finishes the song holding you while you both lay on the couch or in bed

And finally I ship you with Clark Kent! 🤍

He always gets your extra copies of mangas and comics if somehow one of them got ruined or lost and always makes sure to get them in english and the original copy

Any candle he finds with one of your favorite smells or a smell that reminds him of you he is getting it and having you light it for half the day

He always grounds you with warm showers or just holding you in a blanket gently talking to you when your anxious having you feel his chest vibrate calming you down

Anytime he gets a chance to hear you sing he looks like a little kid in a candy store with a sparkle in his eyes

He liked running his hand through your hair which helped ground him when he had a hard day of being superman

He knows how exhausting living can be and how depression gets to people so when you get that way he just tells you how much he has loved you and wanted to spend the rest of his life with you

[hailtothemightystarwarrior]

The Star Warrior Nutcracker Ch. 2: Battle In The Coal Cellar

In the wall was a tiny mouse hole, and from it came an army of mice, small mouse-like creatures that are simple in appearance. Their bodies are shaped similar to that of a tadpole's and they will either be seen colored red, blue, yellow, or green. Their faces are a peach color and they have two shiny eyes and a mouth. They have two large ears on the top of their heads. Squeakers lack limbs, and have small tails. They were just fluffy little mice like creatures that smell of cinnamon. They marched quietly into the cellar and shushed each other whenever the floor creaked. Then a large mouse emerged from the hole, taller as his army

A towering rat with gray fur dressed in a long jagged red cape. Around his neck, he has a gold bell that appears to be holding up his cloak. His face is shaven and has yellow eyes with dark gray circles around them, above them are thick eyebrows. Although he lavishes himself as a mouse, he has rat-like characteristics, such as sharp fangs and round, floating paws with five yellow fingers, and a large black nose. His scent is a blend of cinnamon and coffee. On his head, he wears a red top hat. He carries around a black cane with a gold tip with a ruby on it.

He Was Their King.

His yellow eyes squinted at the sleeping girl. He chuckled when he saw a gleam around her neck. He leaned over to his two commanding officers.

The first officer is a blue, bulky, bipedal mouse-like creature. He wears a red bandana and a red sleeveless shirt, a single tooth extending out of his mouth. Both of his eyes are concealed by the bandana, in addition to the eyepatch he wears on his left eye.

The second officer is a small bluish-white mouse bearing major resemblance to his underlings, suggesting that he might be highly-intelligent. He has large round ears and a large green mustache which takes up the majority of his face. He is piloting a red flying saucer

“There it is, boys,” he whispered, pointing to the girl’s brooch

“You telling us we came all this way for that? The small officer said

The small officer choked as the squeak king gripped him around his neck “that ‘cheap piece of costume jewelry’ is the only thing standing in our way, doc! Now go get it before the girl wakes up!”

The little mouse zoomed in his saucer to the sleeping girl. The saucer pulled out a mechanical arm and reached for the brooch. As the arm touched it, a bolt of electricity shot out of it, sending doc flying backwards and causing him to crash into a coal pile. The squeak king slapped himself on the forehead.

“Imbeciles,” he mumbled. “The squeakers could’ve been more effective and practical than this!” he stomped over to his minions and pushed them to the ground. “Watch and learn, Idiots!”

The squeak king crept to the girl and grinned evilly as his eyes beheld the gold brooch

“Yes,At last,” he chuckled, holding out his gray paws. “Nothing will stand in my way nowAAAAAAH!”

He jumped back as the brooch burned his paws. His yellow eyes were wide with confusion, but he growled in anger. He looked above the girl. He paused as he got a good look at the girl’s face.

The innocence it held was mesmerizing and he found himself running his hand through her soft, black hair.

“Pretty thing,” he mused “almost feel sorry that i have to take your precious brooch away”

But as he touched the silk ribbon, it had the same effect. The squeak king gritted his teeth and clenched his hand into a fist. He cursed the witches for not telling him the brooch was enchanted! Then again, he should’ve guessed as much for something so powerful.

After a moment, he relaxed and smiled down at the girl

“No matter,” he said calmly but intimidating. “If we can’t take the brooch, we’ll just have the girl”

“You shall not touch her, you fiend!”

The squeak king gasped as a blue figure hopped and lashed out a sword the size of a pin. It was the nutcracker

“You!” the squeak king shouted “but...how?”

“Have at thee, Daroach!” the nutcracker challenged. “Leave the girl be and face your demise!”

“Stay out of this, metaknight! I was merciful turning you into wood rather than killing you! Let me go about my business and it will stay that way!”

“Your fight is with me! Leave adeleine Alone!”

“On the contrary, Nut Boy, this has nothing to do with you! I’m here for the girl. Just let me take her, and i’ll be on my way”

“Over my dead body!”

“Why? What’s she to you? Don’t you already have a girlfriend?”

“I would be with her, if it weren’t for you!”

“Oh yes, That’s right”

“The only way you’re going to get this girl is if you kill me!”

daroach rolled his eyes “Fine, if that’s the way you want to play it” he drew out a golden rod with a small box-like item on the end with a star symbol on each side of the cane. “All i want is the girl, but having the pleasure of destroying you is an added bonus”

He swiped the rod at the nutcracker, but he quickly ducked out of his swing.

“This isn’t a fair fight, daroach!” metaknight mocked “pick on somebody your own size!”

daroach ignored his comment and swung at him again, gasping as he nearly cut the girl

“Very well,” he snorted. The nutcracker leapt off and faced his opponent

“Just like old times, old chump,” daroach smirked, the chances of his survival were pretty high

The officers prepare to attack, but their leader raised his hand

“Don’t help, he’s mine!”

Daroach charged forth and there with a loud clang as metaknight blocked his blow.

“Why are you here, you rat?” the nutcracker demanded as he thrust his blade towards his adversary

“I told you,” the squeak king replied as he defended himself. “All i want is the girl”

“Why? What do you want with the girl?”

“That is my business and my business alone! If you had not meddled in my affairs long ago, you wouldn’t be in this mess”

The sounds of the foes fighting was enough to wake adeleine. her eyes fluttered open as she wearily lifted her head to see what was making the noises. She clutched her hand to her chest and realized that her nutcracker was gone

She lifted the thin blanket, but could not find him. Then she heard another clang and spun around to see her nutcracker over by the furnace, fighting, another small soldier she could not identify. She shook her head and closed her eyes

“I must be dreaming”

But when she opened them again, the strange battle was still going on. Surrounding the two foes was an army of little mice. The whole scene was bizarre to the girl.

“Did i just hit my head?” she questioned, putting her hand to her head

She didn’t understand what was going on, but frightened her that this horrifying rat was trying to hurt her nutcracker. The enemies’ weapons were pushing against each other, and the nutcracker was losing the struggle

Determined to save her beloved nutcracker, adeleine raced over to the battle. The squeakers scrambled so they wouldn't be stepped on by the large lady

“Looks like you’ve lost your touch, nut boy,” Daroach sneered

He screamed and dropped his rod as a giant hand snatched him up. adeleine brought the large rat to her furious face

“Leave him alone!” she bellowed

“Damn!” Daroach cursed “i forgot about you”

He was angry at the moment but couldn’t help admiring her enormous brown eyes and her fiery spirit. He smirked at the giant girl

“Now, don’t you think you should pick on someone your own size?”

The little gold bell around his neck glowed around her and Adeleine dropped the squeak king as he grew bigger. She glanced around and saw that the whole room was getting bigger. No! She was getting smaller! The shrinking stopped when she was half the size of the nutcracker with the cellar now the size of a gigantic cathedral.

“Wha..” she started to say

She looked up as she heard the squeaker chuckle, towering over her. He is so big that she thinks he’s going to swallow her whole and alive!

“Now, my little lady,” he sneered, “you’re mine”

She backed away as he slowly approached her

“Wh-who are you?” she stammered

“Oh yes, how rude of me” he bowed slightly, tipping his hat, Sliding with easy grace to his feet and taking hold of his hat, looking perfectly Etiquette.“my name’s Daroach, but my subjects call me… the squeak king”

Adeleine gasped “the...the squeak king?”

“Ah! You’ve heard of me then? Then you know why i’m here”

“Y-you’re here to hurt my nutcracker!”

“What, Him? He just happened to be here”

adeleine stopped as her back hit the wall. The squeak king smirked as he had her cornered and stuck his cane out at her

“No. i’m here for you, my dear”

She stared up at him in fright “M-me?”

daroach shrieked as metaknight’s sword poked him in the rear, causing him to drop her. He spun around and growled at his foe

“You’ll have to go through me first, You rat!” the nutcracker declared

Daroach narrowed his eyes ”so be it!”

“Mistress adeleine, Run!”

adeleine didn’t hesitate and slipped away from the squeak king

“No!” daroach cried while shielding himself from the nutcracker “squeakers, grab the girl!”

Adeleine squealed as the squeakers chased after her. The nutcracker saw her plight and looked over at the mouse hole. He pulled out his sword shouting “Waddle Dees, Charge!”

Out of the mouse hole were not mice, but strange creatures marched out. They have tan, pear-shaped faces, chestnut-colored eyes and no mouth. They have a round body, honey colored feet, small stubby arms, and rosy cheeks. Many of them brought out their spears. Two other knights, unlike the strange creatures appear to be metaknight’s commanding officers. and charge towards the squeakers

“Attack!”metaknight commanded

This diverted the squeakers’ attention from adeleine and towards the approaching army. Adeleine used their momentary distraction to escape and hid behind the coal pile

She heard a cry and turned to see the squeak king leading her nutcracker towards the fireplace of the furance. A few more steps and he would be burned alive! adeleine gasped as the nutcracker’s sword was pulled out of his grasp. Daroach then pointed his cane at the nutcracker.

“It’s over, you miserable, second-rate hunk of wood” he chuckled

Thinking fast, adeleine removed one of her slippers and threw it at the squeak king. It hit him square in the back of his head

“Ow!” he cried, spinning around. “Who threw that?!”

He growled when he saw Adeleine run from his sight. Meanwhile, metaknight scrambled for his weapon.

“Idiots!” daroach howled “I told you to get her!” he sighed “I have to do everything myself!”

The nutcracker charged him from behind, but daroach managed to turn around just in time. He used his hands to pin the nutcracker to the ground.

“Sorry to cut our battle short, nut boy,” daroach smirked, “but i have a little lady to catch”

“No,” metaknight uttered, attempting to rise

Three squeakers pounced on the nutcracker as the squeak king pursued the girl

As soon as adeleine saw that the squeak king was after her, she searched frantically for a place to hide.She then looked up at an old crate. She ran to the crate and slip through a small hole

daroach chuckled at her action “silly girl, thinking she can hide from me”

He went into the hole after her. He scanned the inside, trying to determine which piece of object the girl was hiding behind

“Where are you, my pretty~?” daroach called in a singsong voice “come out, come out, wherever you are!”

With a swipe of his paw, he turned over the pot and found nothing underneath

“While i do enjoy a fun game of hide-and-seek now and then, i simply haven’t the time right now”

He pushed over a tool box but was again unsuccessful

“I promise i won’t hurt you, lovely. I’ll make sure no harm comes to you, whatsoever”

He kicked a box of matches, but that, too was empty

“you can run, but you can’t hide because i can smell your blood”

Meanwhile, adeleine Was Pressed up against the inside of an old cigar box. The darkness of the small box frightened her, but she was more afraid of the rat lurking outside as she held her breath from the bad smell of tobacco. What did he want with her?

“In fact,” he called, “why don’t you make things easy for us both and just hand over that pretty brooch of yours?”

adeleine puts her hand to her brooch. What did he want of her brooch? Why would he go through all this trouble for that?

“Your choice, my dear”

She held her breath as she heard him stop outside in front of the box

“Very well. If you won’t give yourself up, I’ll just have to hurt your precious nutcracker”

She gasped in fright. She realized her mistake too late to put her hand to her mouth. The box’s lid flung open and the squeak king grinned at the sight of her

“Gotcha!“

adeleine screamed as he snatched her up and flung her over his shoulder

“Let go of me!” she yelled, furiously beating her fists against his back

“My, my, my,” daroach snickered. “You’re a feisty one, playing coy, aren’t you? How charming!”

She did not reply, only continued pounding him

“Shhh, shhh,” he whispered, stroking her back “There there,none of that now. I promise you won’t be hurt”

She didn’t listen and persisted in trying to wrench herself out of grasp as he carried her. Meanwhile, metaknight struggled to fight off the squeakers, as did the waddle dees. They were outnumbered, and the squeaks are stronger. metaknight now had five on top of him

“Help!”

He turned at the sound of Adeleine’s voice and saw the squeak king carrying her towards the mouse hole

“Mistress Adeleine!” metaknight cried

He tried to shake the squeakers off his back, but no avail

“Somebody!” he shouted “save her!”

Daroach yelped as he once again felt something hit the back of his head. He turned around and searched for the culprit

“Ok, Seriously, What’s with all the bloody shoe-throwing?!” he demanded

suddenly, something jumped up from behind and grabbed him by the ears.

“Ow!” he cried out

As his head pulled back and he writhed in pain, he lost his grip on Adeleine, who landed on the floor with a thud. She looked up and saw that it was a pink haired fairy was attacking the fiend. he gasped when a pink circle with red feet came charging at him with a spear.

“Take That You brute!”

daroch shrieked as the pink balll started hitting him with the spear while the fairy was pulling his ears out of his scalp. Once he gotten over the shock, he used his arm to throw the pink ball across the room, reached back and grabbed the fairy by the throat. She screamed as he flung her over his head to bring them face to face

“Why you little brat!” He grunted between his teeth “I never liked fairies or children!”

“Hey!” Adeleine exclaimed “You Leave Her alone!”

daroach turned his head towards the pretty girl, who then she’d done something stupid once again and ran off. The fairy squealed as the squeak king dropped her. He brought out his golden rod and resumed his chase

“This girl is really getting on my nerves,” he growled

Adeleine looked around for a new hiding place. She found herself at the bottom of a pile of clutter.She gazed up at it, intimidated by how tall it now was in comparison to her. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the squeak king right on her tail. There was nowhere to go but up

She climbed onto the handle of a shovel. She ran along it until she reached the trunk. Grunting in annoyance, daroach went up after her. adeleine shrieked as she made her way up climbing. Normally, daroach would’ve high jump her into his arms, but he was too endorsed into the thrill of the chase to bother.

“You may be difficult, my pretty” he shouted up to her, “but you know what they say: the harder they catch, the better they are!”

He caught up to her and adeleine ducked behind a box of light bulbs. She squealed when he pierced his golden rod through the bulb, shattering it. She climbed upwards as fast as she could.

“You can’t run forever!” daroach taunted

adeleine was panting as she climbed faster and faster. Soon, she found herself at the top of the pile of clutter where a wood crate stood. She looked around frantically. Where she go now? There was nothing but open space, now nowhere to hide.

She gasped when she heard a dark chuckle behind her. She spun around and collapsing in fear. The squeak king smiled wickedly as he crept nearer

“You see? He smirked “now there’s nowhere left for you to run. It’s just you and me, my beauty.”

adeleine closed her eyes, preparing for the worst. daroach was taken aback at her sudden look of defeat and lowered his triple star wand.

Yes, a beauty she was. Her eyes were shut in fright, yet her lashes fell gently over them. As she quivered, a strand of her black hair fell over her face. daroach then felt the strange urge to reach out his hand and brush it away

adeleine cautiously opened her eyes, confused by the gray squeaker's unexpected gesture. Her brown eyes met his yellow ones that dilated as they fixated on her. adeleine became even more confused, as he seemed to be looking at her not with malice, but...tenderness

Adeleine’s eyes went wide with surprise and Her cheeks were red as a blooming red rose. At first she was terrified, but the girl gasped and put her hand to her mouth and said "Oh!".

“A beauty indeed…” he murmured. For a shrunken girl, She's Charming Than Any Porcelain Doll And Cuter Than Any Rag Doll.

Neither of them saw that the golden bell around the squeak king’s neck started glowing, as did adeleine’s brooch. They didn’t even notice the two trinkets slowly rising, reaching out to each other, bringing their bearers closer together

Once she realized that their faces were only a few inches away, adeleine snapped herself back into reality and backed away

“Don’t you dare touch me!”

daroach quickly shook off her sensations and regained his malicious composure

“My dear, i fear that might be quite impossible, as I can’t take you without touching you”

“Now, come along, my dear” daroach smirked. He lunged forward and grabbed her arm. As soon as he did, a light, a bright flash, brighter than the sun pulsed from adeleine’s brooch and knocked daroach back with such a great force that released his hold on the girl and fell from the pile to the floor. The squeakers gasped at the sight of their leader falling and some of them rush to his aid in the form of a pile just in time to catch him. His hat was removed as he put his hand to his head.

“Oh, my aching head…” he groaned

His eyes widened when he noticed the waddle dees approaching him

“Retreat!” he bellowed

The squeakers ceased their fighting and rushed into mouse hole

“This isn’t over yet, my pretty!” daroach shouted up to adeleine as the squeakers carried him off

adeleine waited until the last bit of the squeaks has disappeared into the mouse hole before climbing back to the ground

“Goodness…”

“are you alright?”

She gasped and turned sharply towards the nutcracker slowly approaching her, holding her slipper in his hand. She was silent as he gently slid it on her foot. She couldn’t help but think he looked even handsomer at this size, but shook it off when she remembered her situation.

“You’re…” she stammered, “You...and that…”

She looked around at the waddle dees

Her eyes rolled back as her legs gave out beneath her. The nutcracker caught her before she hit the floor

“Wow!” the fairy marveled “she’s even prettier at this size!”

“Poyo” the pink ball nods in agreement

adeleine’s eyes slowly opened and she glanced around to find that her surroundings had not changed

“I’m not dreaming, am I?”

Everyone shook their heads

“I’m afraid this is quite real,” metaknight said as he helped her to her feet

“You’re alive,” adeleine uttered “all of you?"

She yelped as the fairy flung her arms around her waist

“Finally!” the little fairy squealed “Now i get to hug you back!”

“ribbon!” said metaknight “you’ll overwhelm the poor girl!”

“ribbon?” adeleine said in awe

“Yup!” ribbon exclaimed, stepping away. “And that’s kirby”

“Hi!” The little pink ball jumped and waved

metaknight bowed “We are all at your service, my lady”

The commanding officers and the other soldiers did the same; as do kirby and ribbon. adeleine’ face flushed pink

adeleine gazed at the nutcracker in awe.

So the story was right, then” she whispered “you are a prince!”

metaknight frowned “I was going to be, anyway, until that fiend daroach cursed me and took my queen”

“queen”

“The fairy queen,” he sighed, gazing off into space “My queen”

“So that was really him? The squeak king?”

“Yes,” the nutcracker growled “I’m not sure how he found me, but apparently wasn’t looking for me”

All eyes were on adeleine and she hid her face behind her hands

“Whatever does he want adeleine for?” ribbon inquired

“Nothing good, that’s for sure!” the sword knight huffed

“That puzzles me as well,” metaknight said, rubbing his chin. “I mean adeleine’s just an ordinary Girl” he looked down at her “No offense. It’s just i don’t understand why he would want you you in particular”

adeleine touched her golden brooch “he...he said he wanted my brooch”

“Really? Ribbon said, taking a closer look at the pendant. “It’s a pretty thing, that’s for sure, but it’s nothing the squeak king would get so worked up about”

“But it did something!” adeleine pointed out “I saw it! It knocked the squeak king senseless!”

“Still I don’t know how it did that! she insisted “He...he touched me and it started glowing and I don't know what happened exactly!”

“Hmm,” metaknight pondered, staring at the necklace. “Maybe it’s not just some cheap piece of costume jewelry after all. I Wonder…”

He reached out and touched the brooch. He retracted his hand with a yelp

“You. there’s certainly some sort of magic in it”

“Did it hurt you?” adeleine asked, taking his hand

“Just a little, but i don’t think anyone can touch it”

“But when i touch it, it does nothing”

“Maybe because you’re wearing it. That would explain why daroach decided to take you instead of just taking the brooch”

“But why? What’s so special about it? You know, besides the strange magic?”

“I’m not sure, but if daroach wants something magical, it must be for something dangerous. Best that you keep that brooch on so he doesn’t get his hands on it”

adeleine froze “You mean he might come after me again?!”

“Most likely, daroach’s a very persistent man. No doubt he regain his bearings, he’ll plan another attack”

Adeleine gulped and glanced at her huge surroundings. “Oh, dear! Everything’s so big! What should happen if my matron wakes up and finds me the size of a mouse?”

metaknight stepped toward the mouse hole and squinted into the darkness

“Daroach and the squeaks came through here. This must be an entrance into the land of dreams”

Adeleine shivered “Do you really think he’ll come back?

“If he does,” sword knight said, drawing out his sword, “We’ll be ready”

“We can’t just sit and wait for him to attack again,” metaknight pointed out. “He might bring more squeakers next time. We barely got out of this battle alive. If we’re going to defeat the squeak king once and for all, we’ll have to attack him when he least expects it”

ribbon peered into the mouse hole “You’re not going in there, are you?”

“I Must,” the nutcracker said, drawing his sword. “He’s holding my queen captive. It is my sworn duty to rescue her! Because I was powerless.... She was locked away in the castle, where she remains now”

“What about me?” adeleine demanded “I mean the squeak king is after me, not to mention i’m now much smaller than him

metaknight lashed his rapier “It’s possible that if the squeak king dies, all of his enchantments, including the one he has on you, will be broken”

The young lady’s eyes widened in horror “You’re not going to kill him, are you?”

It’s the only way,” the nutcracker insisted, “If I am ever to be reunited with the fairy queen and you are ever to be your size again”

“We’ll Join you on your quest” sword knight said, saluting his superior

metaknight shook his head. “No, sword knight. If we bring an army to the land of dreams, daroach will see us coming. I Must go alone and catch the squeak king while he’s off-guard”

“But the squeakers!” Blade knight reminded him “You won’t stand a chance fighting them alone!

“Even if you slay the squeak king,” sword knight said, “No doubt the squeakers will attack you!”

The nutcracker rubbed his chin in thought. “Then wait until you wake again tomorrow night. If this portal takes me to the edge of the land of dreams, it will take at least a day’s journey to get to the castle on foot. Wait twenty-four hours before following me. daroach might be too distracted waiting for my arrival to notice an army approaching. Even if he does notice you coming, he’ll take his focus off of me. Either way, we can use it to our advantage”

The general nodded and saluted again.

Then the fairy noticed that something glittered in pocket of Adeleine's white robe. She asked “What is it?”

Young lady dug in her pocket and took out her paintbrush that shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow. Ribbon squeaked ”You have a magic sign!”

“Wait, What ?” adeleine asked questionly

“Well, this may seem like an abrupt .question, but… do like colors or drawing?”

“Yep, I do love love them both!” Adeleine smiled

“I’ve grown up among all the colors of the rainbow Ever Since i was born”

She looked the brush and realized it might be a wand that brings drawings to popping out and come to life

Maybe she might accompanied the nutcracker on journey to the land of dreams

“Wait,” adeleine said, grabbing the nutcracker’s hand. “I’m coming with you”

“Out of the question!” metaknight exclaimed “It could be dangerous! Besides, the squeak king’s greatest enemy traveling with the wearer of an object he desires will attract even more attention! And if we should get captured…”

“I don’t think he can hurt me,” adeleine claimed, touching her necklace. “I think this brooch and this paintbrush protects me somehow. Besides,i can’t stay here! I won’t freeze like the others in the morning. If my wicked matron finds me, she’ll faint, or if she might step on me!”

“She has a point” said sword knight

“And if we should be attacked, at least you’ll be there to protect me”

metaknight sighed in defeat. “Alright, but don’t say i didn’t warn you”

“We’ll come along too!” ribbon volunteered

“Oh no,” adeleine insisted “I couldn’t ask you to…”

“We’re not as fragile as we look!” ribbon huffed holding kirby like a ball

“Are you certain? metaknight asked the two “the journey’s long and if we are attacked We’ll give those ruffians what-for!”

He sighed. “It’s settled then. adeleine and these two will accompany me, and the rest of you will follow tomorrow night. Any objections?”

Everyone was silent

“Very well.” the nutcracker took Adeleine’s hand “You ready, my lady?”

Iris looked into the darkness of the mouse hole. The path ahead of her frightened her, but she knew she had to be brave. She had to get back to her own size and she had promised herself that she would protect the nutcracker at all costs. Now that shew the story had been true, she could not rest until her nutcracker was reunited with his true love

She took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m Ready”

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

rhinestone eyes

PAIRING: Rich Boy!Eren x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS [present+future]: infidelity, dubcon, gaslighting, manipulative and toxic behavior, toxic relationship, sexual content, yandere tendencies, suggestive hand-holding

part one

kofi

There's a sneer on Eren's face as green eyes behind Versace aviators glide over your form, staring you up and down. His gaze is so penetrative, it makes your teeth chatter. Maybe he was just checking you out. Maybe he was scrutinizing every blemish.

You suddenly feel so very small in your tennis skirt, the tight collared shirt stretching over your breasts, and wished that today out of all days wasn't when you decided to dress a little more stylish.

"Fancy seeing you here." His voice is nonchalant but there's a tone of humor that accompanies his brisk words. How long would it be until he laughs at you?

He scowls, "Are you mute or something? Why aren't you greeting me back properly?"

"Eren," You took a deep breath, "What are you doing in Paris?"

It occurs to you that you've never seen him out of his uniform before. He's wearing a light blue button-down, half the buttons left unfastened, polo shorts, an expensive black watch glittering on his wrist, silver rings on his slender fingers, and a thin silver chain dangling around his neck.

He's also acquired a new piercing, industrial, judging by the bar across his ear. The silver glints harshly under the sun.

"Are you done burning holes through me?"

You blush, embarrassment coloring your cheeks: "No, I'm just surprised." You tucked a loose lock of hair behind your ear, "Didn't expect to run into anyone I knew in another country."

You were just taking a pleasant walk in the acclaimed Champs-Élysées, the avenue every bit as a picture-perfect postcard as it had been described.

"Have you eaten?" The question is spoken with a sigh like he couldn't believe he was asking you this, and you couldn't either.

"Oh, um, no?" You responded, bewildered.

He runs a hand through his dark hair, which reached the nape of his neck by now: "I know a cafe around here. Let's get brunch. We'll talk there."

You don't know what possessed you to nod but you did so, trying to match his quick and long strides. The walk was silent, presumably because the two of you were saving your burning questions for the cafe.

He rolls his eyes when you stutter through your French. He raises a hand, and simply tells the waiter his order and dismisses him. His French is flawless and you're tempted to ask him how it's so good, but you already know the answer. Probably had hordes of tutors to help him.

Merci Monsieur

"Wait," You remark to Eren, "I didn't order."

"I ordered for us. Pain au chocolate, savory crepes, eggs, and ham. Coffee after. For me. Hot chocolate for you because you don't drink coffee."

Oh. That actually sounds good. How did he know your beverage preferences?

He fishes out a cigarette from his pocket, skinny and hand-rolled, "So what are you doing here? No offense but you don't exactly seem like you can afford a vacation to France. "

Now is your turn to sigh. You've nearly forgotten how blunt he could be: "Here on an internship. For art" You supply.

"I assume you just regularly come to Paris every summer?"

He doesn't deny or verify your statement, "Something like that."

"So you're staying at a hostel or?" He asks, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke that makes your nose wrinkle.

The waiter comes by with food, and you turn to Eren with a sour look, "I sincerely hope you're not going to smoke while we're eating."

To your utter surprise, he ashes the cigarette. You were expecting a witty and mean retort at the very minimum, not silent compliance.

You pick up the earlier conversation, "Well, I'm actually staying with my boyfriend." You mummer the last word quietly but the viridian-eyed boy's ears are keen. You don't notice how his grip on the knife tightens.

"You're staying with your boyfriend?" He repeats.

You nod, "Yeah, he's an art student too."

The rest of the meal is completed in sparing small-talk and lengths of silence. But it's not awkward. It's weird. On one hand, having brunch with Eren Yeager in fucking Paris, heir to a billionaire pharmaceutical company should feel surreal, but it's strangely peaceful. You feel more at peace sitting across from him in France than you did when he sat next to you in homeroom.

When it's time to pay the check, Eren looks amused by the very notion of you digging into your purse.

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I let the lady pay?" His words are spoken with a teasing smile.

You roll your eyes but can't help a glimmer of a smile from peeking through on your lips, "Didn't take you much for a gentleman."

He tosses his black card on the bill, "You'd be surprised."

What's there left to do now? Is it time to part ways? There's a part of you that craves more but life has taught you to not be greedy when you already have so so much.

You dabble the corner of your lips with a napkin, "Well, this has been fun-"

"Wait, uh, do you wanna check out the Louvre? Since you're an art student and all, you might uh enjoy it."

You stare at him. Is he tongue-tied?

"You've probably there been a million times already."

"Yeah...but you haven't been, right?"

You blink before breaking into a smile that Eren is sure is going to give him heart palpations, so sunny and bright.

"I would love to!"

You guys check out Mona Lisa for the sheer novelty, and you're bouncing around the museum, oohing and ahhing at the chiseled statues and Renaissance paintings. There is so much history here, it blows your mind.

Eren finds himself watching you more than the paintings. You have this veneer of snark that you wrap around yourself like a protective gauze (maybe that's how you maintain your survival in a world of hyenas) but you're different now.

You're yourself. Watching you here come alive in unbridled enthusiasm, eyes widened in passion, makes him reach out to his pocket and fish for his disposable film camera. He doesn't know if he's ever seen anyone in his vapid life look like the way you do, so filled with a zest for things that are greater than themselves.

He wants to burn you into his memory, praying to all the gods that you won't notice when he takes a picture of you admiring a bust of a goddess. He slyly tucks his camera back into his pocket.

The world seems to stand still when you tug his hand to show him a painting, an expression of unadulterated wonder on your face. But when you realize you pulled his hand, you immediately drop it like hot coals.

Why do you look so worried? Why do you look so scared?

"You can hold my hand if you want. It's-it's okay." He can't believe he's gotten the words out.

You're taking too long, your hands still hanging limply by your side, an indiscernible expression on your pretty face. Eren doesn't understand why it makes him so mad, why your sudden hesitation grated his nerves. Deciding to make your choice for you, he grabs your hand, squeezing your palm as he flashes you the charismatic smile that's got him out of countless incidents.

He doesn't like the expression of worry marring your features. Where did the happy jovial girl go? Just a few seconds, you were poking him with sparkles in your eyes, "Look at this Eren!" and "So beautiful, right?"

He forces another smile: "Show me the painting you wanted me to see." Maybe it was meant to be a request but it comes out as a demand.

You cast a glance at your joined hands, his grip borderline painful. "O-okay."

You lead him across the floor, and Eren can feel the stares of people around him. They are smiling. An older woman utters a "Un si charmant couple."

You take him to a grand painting. It's haunting and dark, swirling with so many shades of dusty red from vermillion to scarlet. A pregnant woman lies reclined, arm hanging and head lolling. She appears to be asleep, and there is a cacophony of men around her portrayed in varying degrees of stress.

"Death of a virgin", you breathed.

Such a macabre name, Eren thought as he gazed longer into the painting. He loosens his grip on your hand, testing whether you would pull away.

You don't.

It's raining outside and you're giggling.

"Fuck" Eren swears, "I'll call a cab."

You're a vision drenched in rain. Your clothes are soaked, and he could see the outline of your bra from your thin shirt. But it seems like you don't even care.

"Let's just enjoy it!" You cry out. There are thick droplets stuck in between your eyelashes, and you smell like rain too. It's dangerous, he can see chords of purple lightning flash the sky, thunder booming, and it's like you're dancing, the way you move so effortlessly.

You hook his hands in yours, "Doesn't this feel good?"

He feels like all his sins are being washed away, all the impurities and muck that clung onto him after nineteen years of existence. His heart nearly jumps out of his throat every time he looks at you.

He cups your chin and kisses you. When he feels the threadbare resistance, he kisses harsher, tongue and teeth swallowing your protests, coaxing your mouth open with a skillful pinch to your nipple. He pulls away just before you feel like all your breath has been robbed.

You're stunned speechless, "Eren...I...h-have a boyf-"

He kisses you again. And this time you kiss back, holding nothing back.

taglist: @candy-hime @cinnamon-n-roses @forwardpair

inspo: @candy-hime's rich boy!shoto. the iconic golf club one <3

[stealforreal]

Future kids - Todoroki Shoto I

Todoroki meets his children from the future. Part 2 is up now you can find it on my tumblr masters list. Or click [here]

Todoroki Shoto x F! Reader

Warnings: none

Todoroki was understandably confused. One moment he was eating his cold soba in peace and quiet, the next a little girl came barreling into him. Clinging onto his pant leg for dear life, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks. Todoroki tensed, even if he was coming out of his shell, dealing with a little child while not having complete control over his flames terrified him. What if he ended up hurting her, when he wanted to help? He refused to be like his father. hurting small children.

A small tug on his leg brought him out of his thoughts, and back to the reality that a young girl probably no older than 6 was clinging to him. He could feel his pants getting wetter by the minute, drenched in the redheaded little princess’ tears. Kneeling down to her height, he put a hand on her head and pattet it gently. It was the only form of comfort he could think of would be appropriate. “ Hey snowflake, where's your parents?” Todoroki asked the little girl, making her look up at the stranger whom she was clinging to. A small gasp escaped her lips, as she began to sob harder and cling to him even more if that was even possible. “ I-Im so so sorry daddy *sniff* I can’t find Ren” Todoroki stiffened. Daddy? He wasn’t a dad, not yet anyways. But that didn’t matter when he was comforting a young girl, so he would play along for the time being. Besides he felt drawn to the little snowflake, maybe it was the fact that she was comfortable enough to seek comfort from him. Maybe it was the fact that she looked like him, with beautiful heterochromia eyes, one classic Todoroki cerulean blue and one e/c.

“ Take a deep breath, little snowflake. Can you tell me what year it is?” His usual monotone tone, took on a softer note talking to the girl. He was kneeling at her height, rubbing small circles on her small back, while she clung to his shirt, sobbing in his chest. She looked up at him with her big mismatched doe eyes brimming with tears “ Its 20xx” okay weird that is 15 years in the future, Shoto wasn’t stupid this was probably the work of a quirk. He then proceeded to ask her if she was indeed hit by a quirk.

She told him that apparently her and her twin brother Ren, were playing with some of their friends at a park. But when they were playing tag one of their friends got their quirk, and the twins got separated. When Reina, as she told him her name was, woke up and couldn’t find her twin brother Ren she began to panic. Then she began looking for him, but then she recognized the dual colored hair and ran to him.

In between her telling the story and sniffling quitely, Shoto had picked her up. While she was calming down in his arms, he began making his way back to the campus grounds. Mr.Aizawa would hopefully know what to do, and maybe they would find Ren on the way. It broke his heart to hear her sniffle, his little snowflake crying was heart wrenching. Even if she technically wasn’t born yet, she was still his little snowflake and he would protect her no matter the cost. He was so possessive of his little girl already and he had only met her 1 hour ago, he promised himself then and there that he would be a better father than Endeavor ever was.

Her sniffles and sobs stopped, and her trembling figure relaxed in his hold. He could feel the little one's gaze on him, and he turned his head to her tilting his head a bit to ask what was wrong. “ Why do you look so young, daddy? '' She asked with the little innocent voice of an angel, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at her question. “ Well my little snowflake, right now I’m 16 and you haven’t exactly been born yet. I’m guessing your friend's quirk is something along the lines of time travel” he patiently explained to her, she nodded her head along as if she understood him. And if she inherited his intelligence, she just might have understood what he just told her completely.

The walk back to the dorms were filled with idle chatter, Shoto asking Reina about his future and how he was as a father. To which she exclaimed with a bright toothless smile ‘Daddys the best daddy in the whole world’ and he was so relieved that he wasn’t a horrible father like his own was to him. He ended up stopping for a minute so Shoto could pepper her with small soft kisses all over her cute slightly chubby cheeks. Her squeals of excitement warmed his heart, and a soft smile made its way on his face.

To onlookers they looked like a cute set of siblings, and small aw’s and so cute were heard in the background. But inside their little bubble, nothing could burst Shoto’s happiness at knowing he wouldn’t repeat his fathers mistakes. The long walk back to the dorms felt a lot shorter with his little snowflake talking his ear off. It was adorable really, she stumbled over a few words every once and awhile. She told him all about her and Ren’s adventures, how they accidentally froze their teacher when Ren got his quirk, and how he had to come and free the teacher.

Shoto was inexplicably happy that Ren got his quirk from his mothers side. But one thing caught his attention was the mention of their mother. He realized that Reina not once had mentioned her name, and as much as Shoto would hate to admit it he was beyond curious as to who he would ultimately spend his life with. A big part of him hoped that it was you, since he had finally found out what the fuzzy feeling he had around you was. Yep Todoroki Shoto was utterly and completely enamored by you, your personality was sweet and you would do anything for family and friends. Alongside Midoriya you were his best friend, and he was in love with you.

The closer to the dorms the two Todorokis came, the more his curiosity nagged him to ask his daughter who her mother was. When he could see the height alliance building a little longer down the road, his curiosity won. “ Snowflake, you never told me your mom's name. '' Reina brightened when he asked about his future wife, a big tell that his little girl adored her mother as much as she adored her father. '' Silly daddy, mom's name is Todoroki y/n of course, ``she said giggling. A bright smile adorned his handsome features as Todoroki stepped into the dorm's living room with Reina still in his arms with her head on his shoulder.

Class 1-A consecutively looked towards the door when it opened. They were trying to calm down the child that was crying on their sofa, who also happened to look suspiciously like their dual haired classmate. The young boy had dual colored hair and cerulean blue eyes, his hair was half white and half y/h/c. The child was obviously confused and scared, and had only stopped wailing when Kaminari short circuited. But alas he was still sobbing and the class was almost out of ideas. He had been asking about his parents, and calling for a person named Reina.

There in the door stood a smiling Todoroki, holy damn was the world ending. But what also caught their attention was the little redhead in his arms hugging him, the little girl's voice reached them and their jaws dropped. “ Daddy, is this the place you and mommy met?” It was such an innocent question, but 1-A was in a frenzy, so much so that they didn’t notice the little boy springing up from the couch and dashing toward Todoroki and the girl. They only came back to earth when a small happy “Daddy” was heard.

Todoroki was about to answer Reina’s question, when he heard the little cry “Daddy”. He turned his head towards the sound and so did Reina, she began bouncing in Shoto’s arms. “ Ren '' She shouted, making Shoto bend down and extend his arm that wasn’t holding Reina. Ren launched himself into Shoto’s chest, and Reina began hugging her twin brother as much as she could in their fathers embrace. “ Don’t worry my little snowflake, daddy’s got you” He whispered softly, calming Ren immediately. The rest of the class stood gobsmacked, daddy?

“Now my little snowflakes, let's go find Mr. Aizawa, so you can go home” Shoto’s arms were full, his little boy on one arm and his little girl on his other arm. How is he supposed to open the door? “ Midoriya, would you come with me to open the door?” Shoto’s tone was monotone as always, but slightly softer in the presence of his children. Midoriya simply nodded dumbfounded, nobody said a word. What were they supposed to say, with all the daddy claims, and seeing the children in the arms of their classmate confirmed it. They looked like the spitting image of the dreamy heterochromia boy, but with some tweaks. There were the y/h/c and the girls one e/c eye, that obviously must’ve come from their mothers side.

On the way to the teacher dormitories, the twins talked excitedly with each other, while Shoto explained the situation to Midoriya. Midoriya felt like he had seen the features on the twins that certainly didn’t come from Todoroki’s side, but with how much they looked like their father it was nearly mission impossible.

Coincidentally on her way to Mr. Aizawa as well, you spotted the tuft of green hair and tufts of red and white hair. Hm, must be on their way to Mr.Aizawa as well you thought. Jogging up to them, you poked Midoriya’s shoulder. Even if you were in class 1-B, you had a pretty good friendship with the cute green haired cinnamon roll. Your quirks were similar in a sense, since yours was a boost of strength as well. Not nearly as strong as Midoriya’s, but still. That is why you were training partners, and through him you had met his friend circle. It wasn’t an unusual sight to see Midoriya and Todoroki together.

But when they turned to you, you were left flabbergasted by the two cuties in Todoroki’s arms. Before the boys could react, Ren began squirming chanting ‘mommy’. Shoto sat him and Reina down, because she too began squirming once they caught sight of you. The two children that were previously in Todoroki’s arms, now tackled you in a hug. “Daddy look, we found mommy” they said in unison. Two children around 6 years old launching at you, could make even the best of them fall on their butts. Which was exactly what happened, they were squeezing you as tight as their small forms would allow.

Choosing to ignore the small ‘mommy and daddy’ comment, you carefully scooped them up in your arms. The look that Shoto gave you was enough to go along with this little charade, he looked at the three of you like you were his entire world. His eyes were shining with happiness, and his lips quirked up in a small smile. Lightly bouncing the ecstatic but sleepy children in your arms, you turned your attention to the two males before you. “ You wouldn’t happen to need Mr.Aizawa as well, would you?” You raised a knowing eyebrow. The two boys nodded, and you began walking again towards the teachers dormitory. You sent Todoroki a small pointed glare, silently commanding him to explain the situation.

The walk to the teachers lounge felt shorter than usual, since your attention was occupied. Todoroki explained his theory that a quirk sent the twins to the past, and that the two of you were their parents. As crazy as that sounded it made so much sense, and looking at the children you would lie if you said you didn’t see the resemblance. Midoriya explained how Ren was crying before Todoroki arrived, and how confused they were when they heard the little boy yelling ‘daddy’. Ren was probably the most scared, since he didn’t recognize anyone in his panicked state. Besides, most of the students probably look a lot different in the future, so it's kind of a miracle that the twins recognized you. Shoto will always be pretty easy to recognize, with his distinct hair, eyes and the showstopping scar. It complimented the handsome teen next to you so well, no wonder he was one of UAs top heartthrobs. Stopping for a second, you just realize something. If the twins in your arms are you and Todoroki's, then that means that you ended up scoring the half-n-half quirk user. Nothing could wipe the shiteating grin that made its way on your face, eliciting concerned and curious glances from the males beside you.

Mr.Aizawa had his fair share of strange situations. He had been teaching at UA for some time, and student’s quirks weren’t always a walk in the park. Never had he ended up in a situation quite like this though, he had to rub his eyes twice to make sure it was real. In front of him were 2 out of Class-1A’s trouble makers and one of his favorite students from Class-1B, they had two small children with them. Easily recognized as twins, and they looked like the half - n- half troublemakers children.

This was going to be a long night.

[maracujatangerine]

64. Christmas Rush

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe

The jingling of the door bell was like an accompanying beat to the melody of customers having eager conversations or calling out suggestions to each other, of footsteps, the clinging of cutlery against porcelain in the café and, of course, the Christmas music that created a cheerful backdrop to all the other sounds in the shop.

They had all worked hard to make the shop feel as Christmasy and welcoming as possible. Christmas lights winding up the spiral staircase and cascading down from the second-floor balcony. Colourful paper stars shining in the large store front windows. Strands of warm, yellow lights and shimmering glass baubles hanging from the large citrus tree. Each table in the café decorated with tea lights and sprigs of holly and ivy in glass vases.

“Yes, from what you tell me I think that ‘Missing Person’ by Patrick Modiano would be a great gift for your cousin. It is a mysterious book that sets a very strong, misty mood.” Lydia smiled at the customer. “And he won the Nobel prize as well, some years ago.”

“That sounds perfect! I’ll take it!”

“That’s be 9,99 please. Thank you. If you want it gift-wrapped, go on down over to Cory there, and he’ll help you with that.”

Lydia caught Coriander’s eye with a grin. Her cheeks were red and strands of her hair had escaped her ponytail and fell around her face, but Lydia’s eyes glittered with excitement. The customer, a young woman in a long blue wool coat and a red beret, also looked happy and excited. Coriander took her book, carefully selected one of the four varieties of wrapping paper (one plain red, one striped in red and white, one dark blue patterned with silver stars and the last dark green), wrapping the book up neatly and tying a bow with hemp twine. She thanked the pet, and was on her way.

She was followed by a tall, older man, an older woman in a beige coat, a pair of giggling girls, a father and his young son, a man in a suit and tie, a teenage girl with flaking, neon green nail polish, and so on and so forth.

Coriander was doing good. Most of the customers thought so. Almost all the gifts were square books and it was easy to fold the wrapping paper neatly around the corners. Cory even enjoyed the process of choosing wrapping paper and twine to suit the gift. Dark green for Henry David Thoreau’s ‘Walden’, red for Becky Chamber’s ‘The long way to a small, angry planet’ and blue with stars for ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’ by Diana Wynne Jones. ‘The Complete Sherlock Holmes’ didn’t have an obvious connection, so then the pet just chose a combination that felt pretty. (Striped paper folded with red paper to make a clear line of contrasting colour.)

But while most customers were smiling and thanking the pet, wishing Cory a ‘Merry Christmas’ on the way out, some were rude and impatient, frazzled with the stress of Christmas shopping. Then, Coriander glanced at Miss Lydia for reassurance. She had told him ahead of time that some people might be rude, and not to care about them. “It only matters what Carla and I think, and we think that you are doing a great job!” When Lydia saw Cory looking at her, she always gave him a nod and a smile. But she was also busy with the onslaught of new customers, and didn’t always take notice. After a couple of hours, Cory just trudged on, a headache pressing down on the pet’s temples.

“H-here you go, Miss.” Cory told a young woman buying children’s books.

“Cory, could you come here for a bit?” It was Carla, calling from the back of the store. Hurrying, the pet made its way over there, thinking that she might need help carrying things from the storage room.

Instead, she pulled him over to their small break room. On the low table next to the pillow, she had placed a tray with a glass of water, a ham sandwich, an orange cut in pieces and a cinnamon bun. As the pet watched, she finished making an espresso in the machine on the counter, standing up on tiptoes to take down a cup.

“Well, go on,” she threw a glance over her shoulder, “go wash your hands and tuck in. I will go and help Lyds out in the meantime.”

“T-thank you, Miss Carla.”

She smiled, dark eyes shining. “No problem! You looked like you could use a break.”

When Cory came back, the room was empty, dimly lit by the electric star in the window and blessedly quiet. The pet sank down on its pillow and sipped the espresso that Carla had placed on its tray.

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[proserpina-magnus]

Hiii it’s me, the regulus simp again- back with another Regulus x fem!reader requestt where the reader has always wanted to play the piano, and the slytherin common room just happens to have one and Regulus just happens to know how to play the piano and she hears him playing so she comes to listen and she has synesthesia so she describes to him what she sees (like colors etc) andd maybe some ultra fluff where he tries to teach her to play it💖💖✨✨ also hope your day is going well and you’re drinking water and getting enough vitamin D because you’re important <3

I LOVED WRITING THIS, IT WAS SO CUTE. LITERALLY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS ( it made me feel better after writing the angst fic ). Also, I hope you are eating and staying healthy and safe! xoxo.

One where he teaches you how to play the Piano

Word count: 2619

[ Warning: fem!reader, fluff, strangers to lovers, first kiss, some sexual tension (not really though), hand holding, petnames such as “love” and “pretty lady/girl” ]

You pressed your ear to the door, hearing the angelic music come from the piano in the Slytherin common room. You tried your best to stay away, but you somehow always made your way to listen outside the door.

The person who played always came to the piano after supper on Wednesday nights, occasionally they would come to play on the weekends as well. You never caught a glimpse of the person, you always ran off before they noticed you were there.

Here you were, ear pressing so close to the slightly opened room as you listened to the sweetest melody you have ever heard. Your brain fogged with clarity, it felt like paradise.

A smile tugged on your face, but it quickly fell when the door leaned forward and you came tumbling into the almost empty common room.

The walls were made of bricks, making you wonder what it would feel like to slide your fingers along the creases. Your knees hit the floor, hands extended as you hear a slight cracking noise. You cringe at this simple scenario you have fallen into, how could you have possibly been so naive and fall right through the door?

The piano came to a stop when you fell, the musician taking a look towards the intruder. You stare at the ground with wide eyes, feeling too embarrassed to look up at them.

"Are you alright?" His voice was deep and delicate, much how you imagined it would sound. You look up, realizing his voice wasn't the only thing delicate about him. His face was shaped like a god, high cheekbones with thinning plain lips. You took a moment to stare at his beauty, never knowing a person could look so lovely.

"Excuse me?" He repeated himself, standing from the oak bench. His hand came into view, you took his long fingers into yours, feeling him pull you up. His hand was cold to the touch, but it only reminded you of the snowy owls you see flying.

"I'm sorry, it's just you play the piano so well, I guess I got distracted and fell... through the door," you explained, embarrassed. You took your hand from his, looking around the space accompanying you both. Everyone was out for a Hogsmeade trip, but you had stayed because you heard the piano.

"Oh," he responded, you look back up towards him, noticing his taller height. You looked over his outfit, seeing his well-tailored fit. His shoes were sparkling, making you look at your own dusted ones.

"Do you play the piano?" The musician asked, trying to get you to stay and talk for a few more minutes. You looked back up, shaking your head sadly.

"I wish, I just never gotten the opportunity to learn," you tell him, looking towards the piano left unoccupied. He watched you, making you look up towards him.

"What is your name?" He asked, taking a step back to give you some room. You fiddled with your skirt.

" [ name ] [ last name ], and you?" You asked, your eyes continuing to look towards the empty piano. He followed your gaze, a small smile on his lips.

"I'm Regulus Black, would you like me to teach you how to play the piano?" Regulus asked, tilting his body to invite you towards the piano. You instantly took a step with him, both of you walking towards the bench. He sat first, patting the spot beside him.

"Will you?" You asked, an excited tone in your voice. He patted the seat again, giving you another small smile.

" Of course, I always have time for a pretty lady," Regulus replied, his words making your stomach flutter. You sank down onto the oak bench, your eyes never leaving his.

"I'm a complete amateur, I don't even know the chords," You reason with him, blinking your eyes as you look towards the piano keys.

"That's alright, we all start somewhere," Regulus says, his fingers placing themselves against the white keys, pressing them together to make an angelic sound. You're reminded of a viridian green from the nice tone.

"Here, place your fingers against these keys," Regulus explains, letting you raise your hands before taking your fingers and placing them against the keys. You eagerly press the key, a sage green colour filling your mind.

Regulus watched you with tender eyes, seeing as you got so fascinated with the small chord. You instantly pressed another one, trying to follow the same melodies he had showed you.

Your spine tingled when a horrible chord was pressed, making the melody remind you of the colour cinnamon brown. You scrunched your shoulders, pulling your fingers back.

"Hey, you've almost got it and I haven't even taught you yet, don't give up now," Regulus effused, his fingers gently grabbing yours as he placed them back over the keys.

He dragged your fingers through keys, playing the melody through you. You’re reminded of the viridian green again, seeing new colours flash through with each key being played.

"Your turn now," Regulus says, his fingers rest over yours for a while longer than normal, before tearing them away to place them on his knees. You give him a look, only being met with a comfortable expression.

You tap the keys slowly, remembering the colours and placements. Before you know it, you've completed a slowed version of the melody. Your heart jumps, excited to get it right.

"Yes, that's good! Your learning quicker than I thought, are you sure you've never played before?" He asked, leaning his head to the side. You watched his hair tilt with his head, gentle curls framing his face. You snap out of it, answering his question.

"I see colours, with each note. It's hard to explain, but when I hear things I get reminded of objects or colours, does that make sense?" You ask, feeling slightly exposed to admit your thought process. Regulus pressed his lips together, analyzing you. You feel stupid, but that feeling flows away with his next words.

"You have synesthesia?" Regulus concluded, but he asked it more like a question. You nodded your head, a small smile on your face.

"Yeah. You're familiar with the term?" You asked him, tilting your head back to the piano. Regulus kept looking at you, interpreting his final thoughts. Nothing terrible could ever possibly come from a person like her, Regulus concluded.

“I am. I heard a Professor mention it once, always stuck with me after,” Regulus explained, just as he finished talking, someone walked into the common room. You both turned your head to look, not realizing you had been infatuated with his eyes.

“Am I interrupting something?” The Slytherin teased, his eyes switching between the two of you in a suggested way. You turn your head slightly, a blush against your cheeks.

“Yes, you are,” Regulus stated plainly, flashing his eyes towards you. His hand came to your back, holding it gently. You couldn’t have flushed red any faster, your face felt like it was on fire.

“Oh,” The boy said, not expecting that response.

“It’s alright,” you chimed in, but the boy only waved his hand and walked towards the steps to the boy's dormitory. You felt foolish, you didn’t want to upset the boy.

“Don’t worry about him, he was teasing me, you’ve done nothing wrong, my love,” Regulus responded, turning his body back to face the piano, but he kept his gaze on you.

“You know him?” You perked up, looking up towards his eyes. He gave a smile, finding your embarrassed state adoring.

“Yes, he’s one of my dorm mates,” Regulus told you, leaning closer. His hand rubbed your lower back softly, soothing you.

“Oh, well that makes me feel better,” you retorted, eyes turning towards the piano. You placed your hands back onto the keys, giving him a side look. “May we continue?”

“Of course,” Regulus replied, his hand leaving your back. You felt cold without his hand but shook it off as you started to play the melody again. This time, you played it a bit quicker. You still missed some important keys, but Regulus just responded with a faint, “don’t worry, I know you’ll get it soon,”

“Can you explain what colours you see each note you play? He asked after you finished playing a slowed version of the melody. You nodded, moving your fingers to the first key.

“The thinner notes remind me of warm colours and the deeper notes are cold colours. For instance, this one reminds me of a pale yellow,” you say, pressing the higher sounding key. A ping sounded through the room before you moved your fingers to the second note.

“This one is... like a blue sky kind of colour,” You go on, explaining colour after colour. Before you know it, you reach the end of the melody.

“What does this note remind you of?” Regulus asked, pressing one of the deeper notes. You look at his dark green tie, wiggling your fingers to hold the thin material. You tug at his tie gently, signalling him to look towards it.

“It sounds like this colour,” You contort, smiling as you let go of his tie and use your palm to make it neat again. Regulus coughs from the back of his throat, shifting in his seat. You realize how insane you must be, touching the tie of a guy you just met.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have touched you,” You say sheepishly. You look up towards Regulus, but he’s turned his head, you see the faint glow of a red on his cheeks. He brings his hand to hold his face, hiding it swiftly to try and calm himself.

“It’s fine,” he mumbles into his hand, he shivers before steadying himself. Regulus turns his head back, keeping his eyes away from yours.

A growing awkward silence fills the room, looking away from each other. You grab the oak bench cushions, pressing your feeling into it through your hands. You rock back slightly, but you feel him move closer to you, his arm brushed against yours.

“Do you think you’ve perfected the melody yet?” Regulus asked his sweaty hands on his knees. He rubbed his thighs, trying to wipe the sweat away. He felt like a nervous wreck.

“I think so,” you say, moving your hands as you place them against the starting keys. You wait for a second, before pressing the keys. You go on with the melody, getting each key right. Your fingers move over the white ivory keys, the viridian green filling your mind again.

“You’re so pretty,” Regulus lets the words slip out, his eyes filled with this type of adoration as he watches you. You snap your head to look towards him, gulping slightly. The melody falls short, your fingers stopping.

“I’m sorry, I should have said that,” Regulus quickly covers up, his ears red as he can’t keep his darkened eyes from yours.

“Not that you aren’t pretty, because you most definitely are! I just shouldn’t have told you, we’ve just met and I don’t want to be a creep,” Regulus goes onto explain, feeling embarrassed himself as he fumbled over his words.

“That’s okay! I don’t mind, I think you’re pretty as well,” You replied, looking over his sculpted features again. Regulus gave you a slanted look, he has never been called pretty before.

“I mean... handsome, you’re just really mesmerizing is what I mean,” you stumble over your words, feeling your ears start to heat up, the tips red.

“Thank you,” He responded, his body leaning closer to yours. He shakes out of it before he can lean any closer, your breath slipping from the shared moment. He turned back to the piano, placing his ring clasped fingers against the keys.

“Shall I teach you another melody?” Regulus asked, looking over. You nodded, sitting back into the backless bench. You watched as he looked towards the keys, eyes closed slightly. His eyelashes fell perfectly over his cheeks as he played the new melody.

Your mind flooded with the colour deep sea blue, the chords sounded so mellow. Once the melody came to an end, he turned to look towards you.

“It’s your turn now,” Regulus states, your fingers coming to replace his. You feel uncertain, you had been distracted by Regulus's beauty, you hadn’t watched his hand placement.

You press the first key, a deep sound flowing through you. The pleasant sounds didn't last long because you had played the wrong key, making the melody uneven. You give a sheepish look towards Regulus.

“It’s alright, let me take you through the placements again,” Regulus comforts quickly, his hands coming to rest over yours. He directs your fingers back to the starting keys. Regulus moves his body, tilting it weirdly.

“Here, let’s stand up,” He says, helping you stand before pushing the bench back to give you both room. His body comes behind yours, his hands placing yours back over the piano keys.

“Is this okay?” Regulus asks his whispers sending tingles through your spine. You nod slightly, your body leaning back into his. “Yes,”

Regulus starts to help you press the keys, taking you through the beautiful melody again. His hand are much bigger than yours, covering them from view. His cheek brushes against your hair, almost nuzzling closer to you.

When the melody ends, he stays still. You both don’t move, his hands over yours, his breath fanning over your ear in a calming way. Your heart beats faster, turning around slightly. Your lips part, tilting your head back to look up at him.

“Can I kiss you?” Regulus whispered, his eyes switching between your eyes to your lips. You nod quickly, words getting stuck in your throat.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed, watching as you close your eyes shut. You felt your face boil, feeling a nervous nausea wash over you.

His knuckle brushed your warm cheek, before his fingers cupping your jaw softly. You leaned up on your toes, your hand on his chest. Regulus pulled himself down, his lips meeting yours.

You leaned further on your toes, pressing yourself closer. It felt so new, being in this secret moment together made you pull him closer, wanting it to last forever.

He felt rich, the placement of his cold hands, the way his lips tasted like mint. you grabbed his coat, fingers squeezing around the fabric. You leaned back down, breaking the kiss. You let your eyes fall looking at his shiny shoes.

“Hey, look at me pretty girl,” Regulus said with a gentle voice, his fingers lifting your jaw. Your eyes met his again, your stomach filling with butterflies. He had a grin on his face, his once pale cheeks filled with colour.

“Would you like to go on a date with me? There is a wonderful restaurant just outside of Hogsmeade, I would like to converse with you more,” Regulus invited you. You nodded your head, feeling foolish once again for not using your words.

“I would love to,” you choked out, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling and neither could Regulus.

Regulus frowned when he took a look at his watch, he leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I have to go, I’m meeting up with a professor,” Regulus said sadly, holding you close before letting you slip away from his hands. “I’ll see you on our date?”

“of course,” you agreed, watching as he gave a small gorgeous smile before slipping out of the Slytherin common room.

You sat on the nearby couch, resting your head in your hands as you let out a satisfied squeal. This day, could not have gone any better.

[prettypinkpuddles]

Kinktober number 2 for Toji from jjk 🛐

That I can do! Luckily it’s the weekend and I have all the time in the world these days… hopefully.

Shower Sex with Toji

Fem Reader for this one… sorry!

♡︎𝙰/𝙽- 𝚂𝚘 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚄 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚘𝚓𝚒 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚎𝚝𝚌.

♡︎𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜- 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝙽𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝙽𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔, 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢, 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐

⚠︎︎𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐- 𝚈/𝙽 𝚒𝚜 𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚈 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚜𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚃𝚘𝚓𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚐 𝚊𝚜𝚜

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

Parties like this bored you. All you did was decorate your husband’s arm, drink fruitless cocktails, eat chilled meat on a spiced cracker and smile and giggle. But this wasn’t the party you were expecting, first one woman left her husband’s side, then two more, then you found yourself leaving, taking with women about anything you could think of. You were there all night, sometimes leaving to get a glass of champagne one of the waiters were carrying. You knew all the now wife-less men were watching you catwalk you way to the bubbly, so you’d put on a show for them each time, fixing your top, swaying you hips as you turned to walk back, or stop and look for something non-existent, making sure to show your chest, it’s was practically spilling out your v-line.

When you got home, you realized just how much you had drank, almost tripping over your own heel. You stopped on the entertainment floor, remembering you left your phone there.

“Hi, Gumi, Itadori…” You waved to the two boys, them playing on one of the many consoles in the room. Megumi turned and waved to you, and Itadori couldn’t even look at you, his ears red and burning. He squeaked out a simple greeting and kept as much focus on the game as possible. You giggled and walked back to the elevator, clicking for the bed floor. You found Toji there, and he seemed rather mad. He grabbed a drink from one of the mini fridges and sat in one of the chairs, flicking on the giant tv. You walked up to him, leaning over the chair, draping your arms over him.

“I’m sorry, but the girls were so interesting… I made so many friends! More than I do at the other parties…” You put on a sympathetic pout on but he wasn’t buying it. “I just wanted a change..”

You sulked off, slipping out of your heels and putting them by the balcony door. You walked out and rested on the edge, staining at the ant-like people on the oh so low street. You felt a pair of large warm around hug you in place, a gentle sigh coming out from Fushiguro’s chest.

“I know how bored you get… I’m sorry I got so mad. I just like showing you off to the douches there, thats all.” He mumbled, lighting a cigarette. He took a puff and blew out in the direction the wind was flowing so it would land on you. You playfully reached up for the thing and but he said no.

Toji doesn’t like when you smoke, he wants you as healthy as possible. You knew this but still tried to take the smoke he had, no matter if it was a cigar or weed.

You slipped from his grip, telling him to enjoy his cig, walking off to your maid’s room, seeing her fast asleep. She must’ve been in a huge panic to get everything cleaned, she was still in uniform, not under the covers. You giggled and let her sleep, walking to the elevator. You slipped off your dress, knowing Toji was watching you, but you ignored him as he stared bullets into your back, pushing the button for the bathroom floor. You slipped off your panties, putting them on the elevator floor and immediately dipping yourself in one of the hot springs. You let out a broken groan of relief, the stinging water kissing and flicking your skin, as you sat down you reached for a white cloth and close hair tie. You put your hair up as best you could without a mirror, slipping deeper in the water. You heard the elevator ding and saw Toji walk up behind you.

He swiftly joined you, settling next to you.

“This is sooo nice.” I love this damn tub.” You smiled, and he kissed your forehead, pulling you on his lap. You took hold of his hand, putting his hand on your ass. You put your head in the crook of his neck, dozing off as you listened to his heartbeat and his voice as he spoke of everything he saw at the party.

“Y/N, wake up, shower.”

You opened your eyes and giggled at him, get out the tub and getting in the glass shower. It was right in front of a mirror so you could see yourself, you ethereal you found yourself and you sighed; reaching up to one of the lavender plants growing at the top(the garden floor above you).

You grabbed the shower nozzle, spraying the suds off you, the water lingering over your lower half a bit too much. You bit your lip, keeping it there until a knock on the glass made you scream. You looked to see Toji, a smug smirk on his face and a towel wrapped around him. He hung the towel over the glass and stepped in with you, pulling you and himself under the running water.

“Water’s nice, huh?” You grinned and he pushed his lips to yours, putting down the shower nozzle. You began kissing down his neck, mumbling about how nice it feels to be in the shower after a pretentious day. You manage to get yourself on your knees, right at your destination. You planted yourself right under his dick; a perfect match to your liking, it just just the right size for you and always had a pretty clear bead of precum at its head when Toji got hard.

You licked the tip of it, wrapping your lips over it, swirling and twisting your tongue around it, slowing engulfing it until you hit the base. You let out a sultry moan, looking up at Fushiguro.

“You good down there? I can do it?” He asked, holding his hand on your head. You nodded, letting out a hum and he gripped your ponytail, shoving your head back and forth on his cock. You choked and gagged as little as you could, taking as many fluids down your throat as possible. He held you at the base at one point for a few good seconds, letting you get a good breathe before he continued his self pleasure with your mouth and throat.

He finally yanked you off, releasing himself down the drain as you caught your breathe. You quickly got back to him and waited for his loving cum, looking at him with a pouty, annoyed look when you realized what he’d done.

He chuckled and got on his knees, helping you stand and pulled you over his face. You bit your lip devilishly.

“Do that thing you did… that time we were in the kitchen, and you put that whipped cream on me, you tongue felt sooo- Ah~! Fuck….”

Toji began ravishing your cunt, stimulating every part he could at once. You tugged his hair, dipping yourself into his mouth until he began to suck on your clit, flicking it at rapid speed. You squealed like a pig, trying to push him off, but you couldn’t. His hands were firmly on your waist and lower back. He relented and let you go, standing back up and kissing you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him pick you up and put you under the water again. He quickly slipped himself inside you, so the water wouldn’t wash all the slick away from your pussy.

“Ooh fucking… shit!” You couldn’t hold you moans back, sure the boys could hear you even in with Toji’s fingers around your throat. He pounded away at your sopping cunt, his grunt being drowned by the rushing water. He suddenly pushed you to one of the glass walls, still fucking your little hole and you began digging your nails into his back and shoulders.

“You wanna cum that badly huh?” He breathed and you shouted a yes as response. He chuckled, bucking his hips into you even more. You desperately wanted an orgasm, trying to match his thrust but it was futile; he put you down, turned you around and now you could see yourself. The mirror, you could see it.

You wiped the clouding fog away, able to see Fushiguro fuck the life out of you. The way your face contorted in pure pleasure, the movement of your fits, the slapping sound you could hear. Your eyes became hooded with lust, more languid, drawn out groans coming from your throat. Toji pulled you up to him, biting down on your neck hard, his fingers going at your nipples and clit. “Cumming! Fuck-!” You choked on your cries of pleasure, an orgasm flooding your veins with an overloading pleasure. You shook in Toji’s hands, falling limp as he turned to let you get rinsed one more time.

He peppered your face and neck with kisses and sucks, carrying you to the bed floor. He went into one of the room with colored lights, set you in the bed and changed the colors to a deep blue. He settled in and pulled you onto his chest, humming to make sure you weren’t knocked out already. You popped your head up with a hum of pure confusion, which made your husband smile.

“You were green the whole time, right?” He asked and you nodded.

Green was one of your safe words, you used them when you got into new stuff or some form of dangerous physical or mental play. There was Green to let Toji know you were fine and you were actually having fun, Yellow to tell him you were ok, just to make something a little less, like his roughness, grip or pace. Orange to tell him to stop or not do something anymore and Red to stop the play completely. You’ve rarely told him red, or yellow. You were mostly green because you loved everything you did with Fushiguro.

“Did you get my present in the elevator…?” You whispered.

“I did, of course you wore red…. It’s your go-to when it comes to those parties…”

“Well my dress was black, simple.” You grinned and put your head on his chest, slowly loosing focus in the conversation and drifting off to sleep.

Bonus

You woke to find a nice breakfast awaiting you, fluffy pancakes, melted butter with cinnamon, maple syrup, eggs with cheese, salt, and pepper, and of course bacon. You found a note folded up for you from Toji.

𝔾𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘, 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟, ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤

You smiled and ate your food, got dressed and went out to the other beds, seeing the boys passed out. You smiled at how contempt they were, remembering how cute they were together playing their game. Then you thought back to last night, how the elevator rang twice before Fushiguro met you in the bath… the pause in the rings. You recall how long it can take for the elevator to reach a floor, the distance of the entertainment floor to the bed floor. The bathroom floor was the floor two floors above the entertainment floor… so the elevator hit the entertainment floor befor picking up Toji. You tested your hypothesis, checking the elevator rings. You were right. You gasped, realizing one of the boys must’ve seen your little ‘gift’ before Toji.

You giggled of embarrassment for you and them, and of how funny it was.

[pilot-boi]

Tbh…. Any of ur ocs…….. if u want to…. I would like to see them. TALK ABT THEM.

Oh Nolan… Nolan today you have given me a GIFT

Ramblings about my OCs under the cut, because I have MANY thoughts, head full

First of all, all of my OCs are in highschool in the American school system, Junior or sophomore year. This is also the age when I first made them, so they’ve got a lot of me in them. They also were all originally Homestuck OCs that were based on some of my friends, but they have since shifted away from that

Anita is a short Chinese American girl. She’s got round red glasses and long black hair, and generally doesn’t put up with the nonsense of her friends. She’s dating Emerald and mostly is considered the dad friend of the group. She moved to the town about a year or two before after an accident at her old school made her family have to move. She uses ASL to communicate after the accident left her unable to speak. Because of said accident, she generally prefers non-physical confrontations

Nick is a tall relatively well built Irish boy. He’s got rectangular glasses, short ginger hair, and a truly outrageous amount of freckles. He’s a running back on the school football team and he’s dating Anthony. He has a big family and he lives with them on their rabbit farm a few miles out of town. His family is fairly conservative and only his older brother knows that he’s gay, so his relationship with Anthony has to remain visibly platonic at his home. He has issues with his temper and is easily riled into anger by his friend’s stupid bits

Demetri is a VERY short Northern European mixed girl. She currently has short fluffy blonde hair that used to be long and up in pigtails, a stupid amount of freckles, and big blue eyes. She’s transgender, amab, and she still goes by her birth name because her parents are a pair of abusive assholes. Her hair was longer early in the story, but her parents cut it when they found out. She’s mostly a precious cinnamon roll sunshine child, and her boyfriend Nero loves her dearly

Nero is an average height Italian-Native American mixed boy. He’s got curly auburn hair that you see zero amount of the time because he constantly wears a baseball hat. He’s gender fluid but generally goes by he/him pronouns. He’s that friend that uses memes and humor to lighten the mood and distract from any problems he might be going through. He’s got an older brother, and an older sister who died before the story began

Emerald is a tall Haitian/African American girl. She has kinky black hair that she styles into an Afro style and bright green eyes. She’s not really one of the popular kids, but she’s one of those kids that the popular kids respect. She generally dresses in pretty old fashioned clothes alla the 70’s 80’s. She’s dating Anita and is DEFINITELY the mom friend in the group. Like she legit Carrie’s a first aid kit in her bag. She’s been friends with Anthony since before they can both remember and she learned first aid because of him

Anthony is a tall scrawny European mutt, but he’s culturally Italian. He wears thick square glasses that he replaces often because they keep breaking. He has short fluffy brown hair and teal eyes. He is very openly gay, and this gets him pretty badly bullied by some of Nick’s teammates. He’s a meme boy similar to Nero, but he mostly uses his jokes to distract his friends from worrying about his injuries. He looks VERY twinkish and is incredibly accident prone

Cecilia is a very tall Puerto Rican girl. She has thick framed hipster glasses. Half of her head is shaved and the other half is long and curly dark brown. She pretends to hate most of the others and the only one she’ll admit to liking is Demetri. Legit very depressed, she’s the classic high school loner who makes “I want to die” jokes that don’t sound like jokes. She knows everyone and everything and mostly just broods in the back of the room on her phone and pipes up with comments that are concerningly accurate

Lena is African-American, although she has some Scottish from her mom’s side. She has naturally burnt orange hair that she has in purple dyed dreads. She’s a cheerleader for the football team but she’s also in like a million other sports as well. She’s that person who wears shorts and tank tops no matter how cold it is. She has a friendly rivalry with Nick and delights in getting him pissed off. Her family owns the town’s aquarium and she can’t wait for her older sister to take over the company so she can stop pretending to care about it. She regularly gets into fights to defend her friends’ honor, and insists that she’s Cecilia’s best friend

That’s all of my kids! I can post pictures of them if any of y’all are interested. And if y’all have questions go ahead and ask me, I’d love to talk about them more

[harryspet]

pinky promise | p.parker, b.barnes & s.rogers

[Warnings] little!peter x little!reader, stucky x reader, stucky x peter, ddlg, ddlb, polyamory, fingering, vaginal sex, sex in little space, age regression, millionaire!stucky, hints of breeding kink

A/N: she’s finally here :)  i intended for this to have more stucky but it just didn’t work out lol 

In which Peter and you play Mommy and Daddy. 

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“Pick out which one you want, baby,” Bucky whispered before walking past the little curtain, talking into his cellphone as he listened in on an important phone call. You went back and forth trying on the same skirt, one white and the other a light pink. You were starting to get a bit frustrated, knowing that you preferred when Steve just chose for you. 

You huffed, deciding that you didn’t want to look at yourself in the dressing room mirror for any longer. You decided to put them back on their individual hangers and put your clothes on. That morning, Daddy had put you in one of your “big girl” dresses. It was still light blue with ruched sleeves but, paired with your white sneakers, you looked normal enough to walk around the mall. 

When you left the dressing room, Bucky was waiting for you. His face instantly fell when he saw your expression, “What’s wrong?” He grabbed your arm softly and when you turned your face away from him, he grabbed your chin, “Which skirt did you pick?”

“I didn’t like them,” You spoke softly, your eyes slowly rising up to meet his.

“But you looked beautiful in them,” You gave him a shy look and his lips began to tug into a grin. He reached up to brush a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

“I can’t decide,” You told him, “I don’t need them anyways …”

“Nonsense. If you can’t choose, then my princess must have both. How else are you supposed to turn heads and make a good impression on the first day of classes?” Bucky easily dismissed the idea, “We’ll have a fashion show tonight and the boys can help you pick.”

You should’ve known that money would be no object to him. It was never to Steve but it seemed Bucky liked to spoil you especially. No wonder Peter was so spoiled. 

“Thank you, Papa,” As he heard your voice, the raise in pitch and the pouting lips, he knew what you needed. He kissed your forehead softly. 

“Awe, my baby doesn’t want to be a big girl anymore. Let’s get you home then, princess.”

It was true. Your date today was very nice and you loved the bond you were building with Bucky but you wanted desperately to wind down in little space. After a long day of college classes, your favorite thing was coming home to Steve but now you got to come home to three people who wanted to baby you. 

From the moment, Bucky buckled your seatbelt for you, you were already beginning to slip. He held your hand the entire ride and as the two of you walked into the luxurious brownstone in Brooklyn that you called home. 

You were quite ready to run into Steve’s arms but the first thing you saw was Steve’s arms wrapped around Peter. The younger boy was sitting in his lap, playing a video game, his eyes focused on the flat screen illuminating the living room. 

When Steve saw you, he smiled of course, but you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. Steve was Peter’s Daddy as well but, in your moment of wanting to regress, you couldn’t help but want Steve’s full attention.  

“Hi, Papa!” Peter shouted, his eyes not leaving the Mario Kart game. He was dressed in his PJ’s, the footie ones that had all the little Darth Vader’s printed on them. 

“How was your trip? Successful, I hope,” Steve asked. 

Bucky seemed to notice your mood had a fell and that's when you felt his hand on your waist. He lifted you easily, setting you on his hip, all while holding your shopping bags. You were very grateful, resting your head on his shoulder, “Very successful but this one is in need of some tender love and care. I think we need a nice warm bath, don’t we?”

Bucky felt you nod and his lips pressed into a thin line. Steve flashed him a knowing look and Bucky gave him a look that said, “don’t worry, i got this”. The merging of your small family went much better than Steve had anticipated but you still had your moments. 

Bucky carried you upstairs into the room you shared with Peter. The walls weren’t painted white but the two sides of the room contrasted each other. Peter’s side was full of pastel blues and greens while yours was rainbow central. 

Bucky ran a bath for you and, much to your enjoyment, he joined you inside. You felt completely relaxed as he ran a wash cloth along your skin, soaping you up and massaging your skin gently. Your back against his front, Bucky could feel you slowly relaxing. 

“You know, both Daddy and Papa love you very much,” Bucky spoke into your ear, his hand dropping between your legs, slowly spreading them. 

“Mhm,” You agreed, shivers running through you despite the warm water. 

“And Peter does too …” As his fingers spread your folds, his strong hands began to rub in a circular motion.

“I know, Papa,” His pace was still gentle, every circle he made teased your sensitive bulb, and you found your hips starting to grind against his fingers. Your eyes closed as you tried to focus on the sensation. 

“That’s why I think that this weekend … you and Peter should spend some time together, while Daddy and Papa are away on business.”

Your eyes opened at that, surprise evident on your face, “Without Papa and Daddy? But we’re too little-” A small moan escaped your lips as he paid special attention to your special area. You slowly closed your eyes again. 

“Your big brother will take care of you, whatever you need, princess,” Bucky spoke softly, his fingers working methodically against your clit.

All you could do was nod, agreeing with whatever Bucky had said. You were too focused on your incoming orgasm to disagree. When you finally did release, Bucky didn’t let you go, he kept going until you were trying to pull away from his body. He wrapped his other arm around your torso, pulling you back, as he made you ride out your orgasm.

“Good girl,” He groaned into your ear, “What do you say?”

“T-Thank you, Papa,” You panted and he began to kiss the skin on your shoulder. 

+

You were still deep into little space when you awoke the next morning. After a tearful goodbye to Steve and Bucky, you decided that you’d play dress up in order to cheer yourself up. Peter explained to you that he was going to be a “big boy” and make the two of you food for your tea party. A tea party that he invited himself to after complaining that his own stuffed bear was invited before him. 

You’d chosen a cowgirl hat to go with your flouncy pink dress and set the living room up to be your venue. The coffee table was fully decorated and pillows surrounded the table for all your guests to sit. 

“Petey!” You called to the kitchen just as he entered with a plate. You told him he had to dress up if he was to join you but he refused to put on one of your dresses. Instead, you had to settle for him wearing a red cape and a crown. 

He set it out in the middle of the table, proudly smiling as he exclaimed, “Ta-da!”

You took one look and pouted, “You burnt it,” There were about ten slices of burnt toast with butter, “And where are the finger sandwiches? Cinnamon scones?”

Peter gave you a confused look as he took a seat on the pillow beside you. He was already grabbing a piece of toast and stuffing his mouth, “The toast is pretty good,” Was the great response you received. You shook your head, deciding to just pour the tea for everyone. 

“Here’s tea for you Buttons, Sassy Cat, Miss Sprinkles, Sir Horse  …. and for you Mr. Parker,” You poured his tea carefully and you smiled, noting how impressed he seemed by the simple act. You set down the pot and grabbed your own cup, “And make sure you sip it like this, with your pinky out, because we’re sophisticated.”

“I thought you were a cowgirl,” Peter chuckled a bit as you watched him try to sip his tea carefully. 

“A cowgirl princess,” You corrected him with the utmost seriousness, “I’m still sophisticated.”

“My apologies, your majesty,” He bowed his head slightly and you felt your cheeks heat up.

Your day had started with burnt toast but you had a feeling Peter was going to make it a fun day. 

+

Hours later, the living room was now shifted into a small fortress made of blankets and chairs. Toy Story was playing on the TV while you and Peter paid attention to your separate coloring books. Your most relaxing pastime was having your paci, letting it soothe you, while you colored. You stayed inside the lines unlike Peter and he’d constantly tear out his pages before starting again. 

The two of you had changed out of your costumes from early, having done a million activities since tea this morning. You were down your panties, a rainbow t-shirt, and fuzzy pink socks. You were flipping the page in your book when you felt Peter’s foot graze the bottom of yours. You didn’t think much of it, even starting to find the feeling soothing after a while. 

When you turned your head towards him, you found him watching you, “I’m bored,” He spoke suddenly, “Let’s play a video game.”

You only shook your head, turning back to your drawing, and you heard him let out a frustrated huff of air. The stroking of your foot soon turned into a tapping. Despite your attempt to ignore him, he began to inch closer to you. When you turned your head again, his face was only inches from yours and you were looking into his brown eyes, “We can play pretend some more,” That made you perk up and, despite being in the middle of drawing a castle, you set down your crayon. 

You gave him a curious look which caused him to smile, “We could play Mommy and Daddy,” As your eyebrows raised in confusion, he continued, “Well I’d be the Daddy and you’d be the Mommy of course. Don’t you know how to play?”

You slowly shook your head and Peter leaned in. You were frozen for a moment as he kissed your pacifier. You felt your cheeks heat us as he gently removed it from your mouth then pressed his soft lips against yours. You’d never shared a kiss with him while the two of you were alone and, for a moment, it felt forbidden, “We have to ask permission…”

Peter could see your enjoyment as clear as day, “But we’re just pretending. Mommies and Daddies kiss all the time,” You nodded, understanding though you still felt a bit nervous. 

“I like your kisses, Petey,” You said and you watched his face turn red. He leaned in again and you were grateful for his touch, how he moved your lips against yours, and how his tongue began to explore your mouth. You turned on your side and you felt his hands roam over your backside. 

He dipped his fingers into your panties, causing you to cry out, “Shush, we have to be quiet. We can’t wake up the baby,” He whispered to you and you instantly nodded, enjoying the sensation, “You’re soaked, Y/N.”

You could feel his member growing hard against your thigh, still confined to his underwear. You reached out to touch it and you watched him shudder at your touch, “Geez…” He groaned, “Do you want to make another baby?” Something seemed to shift in his eyes and suddenly he was more eager than before. 

“Yes,” You nodded, playing along to whatever scenario he was making up along the way, “I love being a Mommy.”

Peter couldn’t wait much longer and you let him climb on top of you as you quickly pulled down your panties. He didn’t waste time with his own underwear, pulling out his hard cock, and pressing against your warm heat. You felt his tip rub against your clit and then up and down your folds. 

You held onto the sides of his torso, gripping his striped shirt tightly as he began to sink inside of you, “Y-You’re so tight, honey,” he began to rock back and forth, looking into your eyes as he hovered over you. He gripped the pillows beneath you tightly, the motion in his hips causing your body to convulse beneath him. 

“Peter, peter, peter,” You breathed, biting down on your lip. His head dipped down, kissing your lips again and, distracted, you didn’t notice that his hand moved between your thighs. He fucked you while his hand stroked your sensitive bulb, knowing that would send you over your edge. As you tightened around him, you brought him to his climax. 

As he collapsed against you, catching his breath, you welcomed his embrace. 

“You can’t tell Papa or Daddy,” He told you, hugging you tight.

You only held out your pinky and he wrapped his around yours. 

You wouldn’t tell but you imagined the grand punishment that would ultimately lead to you cumming until you passed out. 

+

“Petey … petey,” You tapped the sleeping boy’s nose until you finally startled him awake. He was quite cute when he slept, holding tight to his teddy bear while he was tucked into his baby blue sheets. Peter pouted as soon as he opened his eyes, seeing you hovering over his face, book in hand, “I can’t sleep.”

He attempted to close his eyes again, “Count your sheep, Y/N,” He mumbled as he turned his head away from you. 

You bounced on top of him, your legs straddling him, and he awoke again, “I counted all the sheep! Like five trillion-million of them,” As your voice raised, he pressed his pointer finger to his lips. He sat up on his elbows, giving you a frustrated look. 

“Shush, you don’t wanna get in trouble, do you?” You instantly shook your head, obeying his warning to calm down. Peter eyes the book in your hand, “Why can’t you read it to yourself?”

“I like the way you read,” You spoke earnestly, “And you can say all the big words.”

You knew that would work, stroking his ego. Peter loved it when everyone treated him like a big boy. He thought for only a moment, a small smile tugging at his lips and suddenly his tiredness was gone.

“C’mon, get under,” He motioned for you to move and, excitedly, you climbed under the covers with him. The twin-sized bed fit you two comfortably and you liked cuddling more than anything. As Peter pulled the covers over you, he whipped out the flashlight he kept underneath his pillow.

You rested your head against his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso, as you listened to him, “Don’ you worry, Harry. You’ll learn fast enough. Everyone starts at the beginning at Hogwarts, you’ll be just fine. Just be yerself. I know it’s hard. Yeh’ve been singled out, an’ that’s always hard. But yeh’ll have a great time at Hogwarts — I did — still do, ’smatter of fact.”

The accents he used always made you giggle. Peter was quite the story teller but that didn’t keep you from drifting off a few minutes later. Peter kept reading, entranced by the novel, but stopped when he heard your soft snores. He turned off the light and let the book fall against his stomach. 

“G’night, Y/N.”

[snackhobi]

Had the worst day at work. 🗣🗣Need fluffy soft android tae to make it better

this is set in the human touch verse / part 1.5

Part 1 / [1.5] / 2

(masterlist here)

pairing: android!taehyung x reader / word count: 1.4k / genre: fluff (sfw/general) / warnings: none! (this is set after part 1, no spoilers for part 2!)

ANON I GOT YOU! 😤 I’m sorry your day at work was bad but I hope this lil oneshot makes it a little better!! ✨ and I hope tomorrow is better for you! this hasn’t been beta’ed, I typed this out as soon as I saw your message, I’m sorry for any mistakes! was a fast one!

You love your job. Honestly, you do. You know you’re lucky and that a lot of people hate their jobs, slog away at them just to make ends meet, no real passion for what they do. You’re lucky that you have a good job that you like with coworkers that you love. Really lucky. Extraordinarily lucky.

But everyone has bad days.

Days where clients are rude and brash. Days where the ideas you submit aren’t right, aren’t good enough, where everything you come up with gets sent back to the drawing board or scrapped altogether. Days where the café down the road from work is out of your favourite pastry, the last cinnamon roll stolen out from your very eyes by the person in front of you, your little guilty pleasure gone just like that.

(You watch, aghast and agape, as the other customer takes one bite into that last cinnamon roll, wrinkles their nose, and discards it in the trash. It would be one thing to have stolen it so brazenly from you, but they didn’t even finish it. You’re in disbelief.)

Your usual coping method for days like this? Get home, flop on sofa, eat takeout, feel sorry for self. It’s something you’ve gotten good at over the years, wallowing alone in your empty apartment, feeling angry and sad and small; left to stew and circle on those Really Rough Days that everyone has, unfortunately. Compounded by your solitude, your own lonely, echoing chamber. You could complain to your friends, of course, co-workers who would understand what you’re going through—but you feel stupid. Selfish, even, in complaining about these little things. So you keep it to yourself.

Or at least, that’s the plan.

Taehyung’s greeting is vibrant and bright, as it always is. His hair is red today, a shock of scarlet that fizzes on his head and frames his lovely face—he’s even changed his eyes too, a rarer occurrence, muted hazel, almost-green, an autumn forest at dawn. Seeing him makes everything a little better, an ice-pack on the mottled bruise of your day, a warm compress against an aching pain.

A little better, but not entirely.

“Hey, Taehyung,” you reply, trying to etch a smile across your lips.

Instantly, his LED flickers yellow.

“Y/n.” His voice is soft and low as he watches you kick your shoes off, hang your coat up, going through your usual daily motions, smooth with ease of practice even if your limbs feel heavy. “What’s wrong?”

You pause.

“Nothing,” you say. “I’m just tired.”

You hadn’t realised you were so transparent. Hadn’t realised that it would be so easy for Taehyung to see that something’s off, that the levity behind your words is forced, today.

Maybe, back when he’d first stepped foot in your apartment, your lie would have slipped past him. But he’s been here for a few weeks, now, and he’s grown to learn your idiosyncrasies so fast it should be frightening. (But it’s not. It’s… comforting, actually. Knowing that he can read you and does so because he cares about your wellbeing, worries about you, just as you worry about him.)

“Y/n,” Taehyung repeats. 

There’s something a little more emphatic in his tone, something firmer, and you can’t help but look at him.

His LED is yellow and there’s a little frown laid across his brows, his smiling mouth set in a pursed line as he looks back at you, but he’s still soft around the edges. Concern. It’s written all over him, across every inch of his face and body, curled in the curve of his fingers as he reaches out to take your hand.

“What’s wrong?” He says, again, and something inside you dissolves, melts from black ice to gentle water under his warm touch.

“Just a bad day at work,” you admit, an almost embarrassed murmur at this confession of weakness. “I’m feeling a little stressed, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. It’s okay.”

Taehyung’s LED is flickering, swirling yellow, before it transitions into that soft blue you love so much. “Go sit down.” He squeezes your hand. “I’ll make you something.”

Taehyung is still learning, far better at art than most other things, but he knows exactly what you like. The hot chocolate he presents you is piping hot, thick and creamy, and he’s even arranged some of your favourite biscuits on a small plate for you, set in a neat half-circle, a rainbow of cookies and otherwise. And when he sits next to you, he reaches for your hand, holds it loose but safe, looks at you with his big, big eyes—eyes that are back to their usual brown, now, his hair black atop his head, his default settings. 

(You’ll never say it out loud, because Taehyung looks incredible no matter what, but you love this look. It’s your favourite, his dark hair and darker eyes, because it’s what makes him look the softest. It’s entirely Taehyung. There are no remnants of V.)

“Do you want to talk about it?”

And… you do, actually. You do want to talk about it. But still, you hesitate, until Taehyung squeezes your hand again, and all the tension rushes out of you like the air out of a balloon.

It’s weirdly easy to talk to Taehyung, someone who listens intently—like he always does—his LED a gentle looping river that flows on his temple as you spell out the minutiae of your day, each rock caught in the shoe of you life that you’ve struggled to kick out.

It’s strange, to feel coddled like this. Strange to have someone just want to listen to you, someone who cares about the things in your day that had built up into a mountain. Strange, but… nice. It leaves you feeling lighter, buoyed up, like you’ve shed part of the burden on your shoulders, like Taehyung has helped you lift it.

Things are better, the next day. Everything is fine, and your day is good; you know that yesterday was just a blip, something easily dismissed, all the easier for Taehyung’s unswerving support. A bad day is nothing important and doesn’t need thinking about. So, you put it out of your mind as you work, all but forgotten when you get home, back to Taehyung’s glittering eyes and wide grin.

His fingers are stained with paint and there are swipes of it down his apron, staining the once unmarred fabric, evidence of his endless creation. You love it, love that he loves to paint, to create, making things just because he can. For himself.

“I made something for you,” he says, and, oh. 

Oh.

For himself, and for you too, it seems.

It’s a series of tiny, beautiful canvases. There’s an incredible floral display, chrysanthemums and peonies and roses and lilies and more, more, more, paint layered so thick that the petals literally rise from the page. Each one fits in the palm of your hand, so small and gorgeous, so much wonder contained in each small canvas; you’d forgotten about these. Wonder where Taehyung unearthed them from, without leaving chaos behind, your studio as organised as always.

“Do you like them?”

“Taehyung,” you murmur, staring at the canvas of forget-me-nots that’s cradled in your palm, each petal warm blue with softened hints of pink and purple, so pretty as they sit atop their stems. “I love them. They’re for me?”

Taehyung’s smile is warm, warm, warm. “I thought you could keep them on your desk at work. That’s why I painted them so small,” he says.

No one’s ever painted anything for you before.

“They’re so beautiful, Tae,” you say, and Taehyung’s LED flickers in delight at the nickname, the endearment, familiarity.

“You had a bad day yesterday and I thought you might like something nice to look at while you were at work,” he says, and his voice is so yielding and sweet, marshmallow soft. “Looking at your paintings makes me happy, and I thought you might be happy if you looked at mine, too.”

Your fingers tighten around the tiny canvas in your hand. You do feel happy.

You feel happy looking at Taehyung’s paintings.

(You feel happy looking at Taehyung.)

(The forget-me-nots sit next to your monitors, your eyes resting on those tiny, delicate blooms more often than you realise. Forget-me-not, you think, and then smile. As if you could ever forget about Taehyung.)

[hailtothemightystarwarrior]

In the wall was a tiny mouse hole, and from it came an army of mice, small mouse-like creatures that are simple in appearance. Their bodies are shaped similar to that of a tadpole's and they will either be seen colored red, blue, yellow, or green. Their faces are a peach color and they have two shiny eyes and a mouth. They have two large ears on the top of their heads. Squeakers lack limbs, and have small tails. They were just fluffy little mice like creatures that smell of cinnamon. They marched quietly into the cellar and shushed each other whenever the floor creaked. Then a large mouse emerged from the hole, taller as his army

A towering rat with gray fur dressed in a long jagged red cape. Around his neck, he has a gold bell that appears to be holding up his cloak. His face is shaven and has yellow eyes with dark gray circles around them, above them are thick eyebrows. Although he lavishes himself as a mouse, he has rat-like characteristics, such as sharp fangs and round, floating paws with five yellow fingers, and a large black nose. His scent is a blend of cinnamon and coffee. On his head, he wears a red top hat. He carries around a black staff with a gold tip with a ruby on it.

He Was Their King.

His yellow eyes squinted at the sleeping girl. He chuckled when he saw a gleam around her neck. He leaned over to his two commanding officers.

The first officer is a blue, bulky, bipedal mouse-like creature. He wears a red bandana and a red sleeveless shirt, a single tooth extending out of his mouth. Both of his eyes are concealed by the bandana, in addition to the eyepatch he wears on his left eye.

The second officer is a small bluish-white mouse bearing major resemblance to his underlings, suggesting that he might be highly-intelligent. He has large round ears and a large green mustache which takes up the majority of his face. He is piloting a red flying saucer

“There it is, boys,” he whispered, pointing to the girl’s brooch

“You telling us we came all this way for that? The small officer said

The small officer choked as the squeak king gripped him around his neck “that ‘cheap piece of costume jewelry’ is the only thing standing in our way, doc! Now go get it before the girl wakes up!”

The little mouse zoomed in his saucer to the sleeping girl. The saucer pulled out a mechanical arm and reached for the brooch. As the arm touched it, a bolt of electricity shot out of it, sending doc flying backwards and causing him to crash into a coal pile. The squeak king slapped himself on the forehead.

“Imbeciles,” he mumbled. “The squeakers could’ve been more effective and practical than this!” he stomped over to his minions and pushed them to the ground. “Watch and learn, Idiots!”

The squeak king crept to the girl and grinned evilly as his eyes beheld the gold brooch

“Yes,At last,” he chuckled, holding out his gray paws. “Nothing will stand in my way nowAAAAAAH!”

He jumped back as the brooch burned his paws. His yellow eyes were wide with confusion, but he growled in anger. He looked above the girl. He paused as he got a good look at the girl’s face.

The innocence it held was mesmerizing and he found himself running his hand through her soft, black hair.

“Pretty thing,” he mused “almost feel sorry that i have to take your precious brooch away”

But as he touched the silk ribbon, it had the same effect. The squeak king gritted his teeth and clenched his hand into a fist. He cursed the witches for not telling him the brooch was enchanted! Then again, he should’ve guessed as much for something so powerful.

After a moment, he relaxed and smiled down at the girl

“No matter,” he said calmly. “If we can’t take the brooch, we’ll just have the girl”