#uniform emblems are scribbled on.

[cozymochi]

Honestly, even if you replicate the TWST style so well that it looks official, I think I could still look at it and recognize that it’s the cozymochi TM style. It’s really nice! (This is a compliment <3)

thank u 🥺💖

me too i can also tell

[harvestmoth]

my dauter ., she is . ill

[soopersara]

Me: Zuko's scar is kind of shaped like a flame.

Me: I mean, no shit, it's a burn scar.

Me: But it has the three little pointy bits at the back, which kind of make it look like the Fire Nation's flame emblem, but turned sideways.

Me: ...

Me, scribbling furiously: The resistance movement in the Fire Nation comes to see Zuko as the symbolic leader of their movement toward the end of the war, and because voicing support for the traitor prince isn't tolerated, the resistance needs a subtler way to make their position known. All across the Fire Nation, banners are stolen and re-hung sideways, official seals on documents are deliberately printed crooked, and disillusioned soldiers deface their uniforms by tearing the flame emblems away and reattaching them sideways. What most people know but no one will say is that the sideways flames represent Zuko's scar, and that the symbol indicates support for him as a leader and for his mission to bring an end to the war.

Me: ...

Me: Am I gonna have to start another fic just for this idea?

[wernerherzogs]

you drew stars around my scars by ladieslunching

buck/eddie, 10.234 words

It begins with three little stars, haphazardly scribbled on an uncompleted inspection report.

Where he had been meticulously documenting the contents of the firetruck only minutes before, putting uniform checkmarks with each item stocked, Buck is now met with the offending doodle. There, squeezed in beside the LAFD emblem, are three stars, drawn in jagged, uneven lines. They can barely be called stars, really, looking more like ink splotches, Buck thinks. He knows, logically, that stars are hard to draw, getting the angles right almost impossible. Everybody expects hand-drawn stars to be squint, never perfectly symmetrical, always a little imperfect. In a way, that is their beauty, a perfect metaphor for humanity.

But these. These are atrocities.

And maybe that is why Buck just stares at the previously unmarred sheet, brain buffering for a good twenty seconds before the truth of the situation catches up with him. “Who did this!”

***

or: Someone at the 118 doesn't know how to leave Buck's clipboard alone. Buck would be a lot more upset about it if it didn't bag him the love of his life.

[sunstone-smiles]

Can I request Day 9 of Miya and Mia"s TickleTober2023 (mirrors) with Lees!Sylvain and Ashe where their reflections are tickling them? That'd be pretty cool!

-🦋

It's Like Looking Into a Mirror

Author’s note: Hello Butterfly anon! I took some liberties with the idea of “reflections” and instead turned it into look-alikes created by Annette’s magic! I hope you all enjoy Day 9 of Tickletober: Mirrors! (From Miya and Mia’s Tickletober list!)

Series: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Characters: Sylvain, Ashe, and Annette

Word count: 813

Summary: Annette has some new magic to show Sylvain and Ashe, but this magic is intended to be used for the fall-themed festival, so there might be a trick up her sleeve as she shows it off.

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The academy’s spooky harvest festival is just around the corner, so everyone is busy making preparations for the event. Outside in the academy’s marketplace, Sylvain and Ashe work together to decorate wooden booths and stations with autumn themed materials.

“Hey you two!”

The boys look in the direction of the feminine voice calling in their direction. They see their fellow Blue Lion’s student, Annette, running towards them with a wave of her hand. In her other hand is a magic tome. She stops running and has a twinkle in her eyes. “There’s something I want to show you both!”

“You seem pretty excited,” Sylvain observes. 

“What is it?” Ashe asks with a curious inflection.

“Watch this!” Annette lifts up the tome and waves her hand above it. Purple, sparkling magic swirls around her fingers until it shoots forward on the ground in front of her in two separate beams. From the ground up, the purple magic begins creating an image of a person with legs and an academy uniform, but the real surprise is when Ashe and Sylvain see the faces of these conjured up figures. They share their exact likeness, with their same hair, facial features, and all. 

“Ta-da!” Annette cheers.

“Whoa!” Sylvain exclaims as he looks at the magic form of himself. “Handsome fella. It’s like looking into a mirror.”

“Two mirrors,” Ashe jokes in response. “This is wonderful Annette!”

“Thanks!” Annette smiles. “I thought the magic would be useful for fun entertainment at the harvest festival.” The orange-haired female pauses for a moment to look at her two friends. “But there’s one more thing I forgot to show you with it.”

“What’s that?” Sylvain asks.

“You’ll see.” Annette places her tome under her arm to free her hands. Like a puppet master controlling strings, Annette moves her fingers to control both the Magic-made Ashe and the Magic-made Sylvain. The real Ashe and Sylvain are startled at first when the two forms start moving, but they soon become intrigued the more they watch Annette’s magic.

“Whoa! I didn’t expect them to move too,” Ashe says, keeping his eyes on the approaching figures.

“Me neither,” Sylvain says. Although, his impressed expression soon turns into concern when Annette maneuvers the figures to walk behind them. They didn’t think that their own selves could be so intimidating, but they were in this moment.

“Um, Annette?” Sylvain glances his eyes towards the girl while his focus stays on his magic-made reflection. The only answer he gets is a giggle from Annette. (If Annette of all people isn’t giving him a straight answer, then that can’t be a good sign.) With a flick of Annette’s wrist, the two figures dart out their magic-made hands and, surprisingly, start tickling the real Ashe and Sylvain.

The two male Blue Lions yelp with a jolt at the sudden, silly surprise attack, followed by roaring laughter from the two students. Ashe squeezes his arms to his side and tries to curl himself up, while Sylvain tries to shove the shadowy figure away. 

“Hehehey! Wahahait a mihihihinute!” Sylvain playfully exclaims.

“Ahahahannette!” Ashe squeals through his laughter. He ends his sentence with a squeak as the figure scribbles into his ribs, as if his magical doppelgänger is aware of exactly where he's ticklish.

The girl giggles again as she wiggles both sets of her fingers to control the magic figures tickling her friends. “How do you like the second part of my trick? It’s really just to show how the magic can interact with physical objects, but I thought that it would be more fun to test it this way! Plus, there’s usually monsters at the harvest festival, right? So what better monster to have than a tickle monster!”

“Yehehes, we see thahahat!” Sylvain shoots his arms down to pry the hands of the magic-made figure with his likeness away from squeezing his sides.

“It’s vehehehery impressive Annette,” Ashe giggles from his curled up state, “but I thihihink we're both tickled ohohohout!”

“Hehe! Okay, I hear you,” Annette smiles and throws both of her hands to her sides like a conductor of an orchestra. The magic-made Blue Lions disappear into a breeze of purple dust. Ashe and Sylvain immediately wrap their arms around themselves. Annette walks closer to check up on them.

“You two okay?” the girl asks with concern.

“Yeah,” Sylvain smiles with a breathless chuckle. He takes a moment to breath some more air. “That was a…strange experience. Do I really look that menacing when I’m tickling someone?”

“As someone who’s been on the receiving end of your tickle attacks many times, yes,” Ashe teases beside him.

Sylvain scoffs and gives Ashe a playful shove. The silver-haired boy giggles and so does Annette. The harvest festival might be intended to be scary, but its autumn themed decorations, spooky mazes, and even entertaining magics, are all in the spirit of fun.

[dekko-61]

SHADOWSTRIKE: The Hunt For The Silver Sentinel

Nick Tracer goes through his files within The Hidden Location Of The Nightshade Order with the help of his cosmic twin doppelgänger:Jack Morgan.

Jack looks around at The Nightshade Halls. “This whole dimension is weird? On my home Universe , this is a temple for Assassins not vigilantes. Did you say you were raised by them?”

Nick ignores Jack’s question as he continues digging through files,”Damn it, my projector blast was way off!”

Jack:”I’ll say, you created a hole so large in the fabric of reality with your attack it brought me here. Can’t say I’m not impressed.”

Nick:”If the Guardian Council finds out I’m a dead man!”

Jack laughs as Nick grumbles glaring at him.

I see you've made some adjustments to the storyline, incorporating more of Nick and Jack's dynamic and adding some twists to the plot. It's looking exciting! Here's the revised continuation:

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Nick's frustration boils over at Jack's constant jokes, his patience wearing thin as they search through the files. "Can you focus! We don’t have time for humor right now! I need to send you back to your dimension before I get in trouble! Be useful and help me look!"

"You really need to lighten up, kid," Jack replies, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Suddenly, he scribbles his fingers across Nick’s belly, tickling him mercilessly.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LET GOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Nick yells, unable to contain his laughter as he struggles to break free. In a fit of laughter-induced rage, he lashes out, punching Jack across the face, sending him crashing into the wall.

Hours later, as 13-year-old Nick and 16-year-old Jack sift through the files in the dimly lit halls of the Nightshade Order, their conversation is interrupted by a sudden commotion outside.

Nick's senses tingle with foreboding. "Trouble. I can sense it! It’s The Silver Sentinel We need to move, now."

Jack nods, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his concealed blade. "Lead the way, brother."

As Jack follows Nick he looks at him confused,”So who’s the silver sentinel? Another crook like in my dimension.”

Nick nods,”Sorta, but on a Universal level, she always tries to steal the Salamander Pearls. Those cube orbs are the most powerful source of magic in our reality! If she tries to steal them again we have to stop her before it’s too late! That kind of evil can’t go in the wrong hands”,he says urgently. Nick then shakes his head,”Look if any Nihhtshade members show up, try not to tell them your from another dimension, for my sake?”

Jack rolls his eyes,”Sure whatever.”

With practiced stealth, they navigate the labyrinthine corridors, their senses alert for any sign of danger. As they reach the main chamber, they're met with a scene of chaos.

A group of masked figures, clad in dark robes, are engaged in a fierce battle with the Nightshade guardians. The air crackles with energy as arcane spells and lethal projectiles are exchanged.

Nick's jaw clenches as he recognizes the emblem emblazoned on their attackers' uniforms. "The High Order of The Nightshade! They must be after the Sentinel too. Oh, we’re in luck now! These are basically my superiors! With their help, nothing can stop us now!”

Jack's grip tightens on his weapon. "Less talking, more fighting!” he arrogantly rushes ahead.

With a silent nod, Nick leaps into action, their energy matched being dimension duplicate doppelgängers from Parallel Universes, their movements fluid and coordinated. Blades clash, and spells collide as they carve their way through the enemy ranks, inching closer to their objective.

But just as they're about to reach the inner sanctum where the Silver Sentinel is rumored to be hidden, a figure steps out of the shadows, blocking their path.

It's a woman, her features obscured by a mask of shimmering silver. She levels a steely gaze at them, her voice cold and commanding. "You've come far, Tracers. But the salamander pearls belong to the Dekonami now."

Nick's pulse quickens as he recognizes the challenge in her eyes. "Not if we have anything to say about it."

With a fierce battle cry, they charge forward, fighting alongside The Nightshade Order, determined to reclaim what's rightfully theirs. The fate of the Sentinel—and perhaps this entire universe—hangs in the balance.

As they all battle The Sentinel, she uses red claw attacks & silver slashes to injure everyone while evading the blasts.

Both Nick & Jack took cover along with the other Nightshade members as The Sentinels powers were far too destructive.

“Damn it! We need a strategy!”,Nick yells.

Nightshade Commaner Drake:”Don’t worry Shadow Strike, we called in Aurora Flowers as back up!”

“Who’s she?”,Nick says confused.

Nightshade Commaner Drake:”Our new Junior intern. We didn’t bring her into the ranks yet, not until we finish helping her contain her powers.”

Jack:”Sounds like a handful.”

Nick:”I don’t care, whoever can help us take down this demoness is A-Okay in my book right about now!”

“Venus Arctic’s Divine Judgement!”,a feminine voice yells.

A powerful purple blasts hits The Sentinel to the ground.

The Sentinel growls,”Who the hell do you think you are bitch!”

The Girl grins,”I Am Aurora Flowers Sentinel! And in the name Of The Universe, I Judge you!”,she yells pointing at The Sentinel while posing. “Seriously this is my opponent”,The Sentinel was lost at Aurora’s cringe pose as she covers her her face with her palm embarrassed.

“Huh what the?!”,yells Aurora shocked as she sees Nick sneak up on The Sentinel.

“Thanks for the distraction!”,yells Nick as he kicks The Sentinel across her face before slam several punches into her chest & stomach. “FISTS OF VENGEANCE!”,Nick yells as his punch attacks begin to leave red marks across The Sentinel as his fist were now covered in crimson red flames. The Sentinel blushes as the blows injure her breasts & belly. “You insolent brat! You damaged my new body!”

“Oh please hag! Your no match for the power of my Chi!”,He yells as he punches her again across the face but this time the blow didn’t deliver the damage Nick expected. The Sentinel grins as she grips Nick by his throat and choked him out. Nick struggles as he grips her arm trying to get her to let him go, he even slams several kicks on her leaving no effect.

“Damn it!”,Nick struggles to say. Jack:”Oh no!”,he tries to rush over when Nightshade Commander Drake stops him.

“No wait! Leave it to Aurora trust me! She can save SHADOWSTRIKE!”,he replies suddenly.

Aurora glares at Nick,”You idiot! Sentinel’s too strong for you! That’s why they sent me!”,she holds out her fingers as red sparks begin to spread across them. “Fiery inferno judgement of The Sun!”,she yells as she fires flame blast from her pistol at the direction of The Sentinel causing her to screech in pain as Nick is released from her grasp. The Sntinel rushes off to recover as Nick falls over in pain, Aurora floats over to Nick as she grabs him. “Look! Handling level 9 demons like this is for Nightshade Commanders & Myself, Cute little boys like you can’t just jump into danger like that.”

Nick glares as his face turns red,”Cute?! Now listen up! You’re The Junior Intern! I’m a Class C-Shader! I outrank you, now get outta my way!”,Nick slaps Aurora hands away as she rushes towards the direction of The Sentinel. Aurora Creates a cage made of light around Nick trapping him. “Listen Brat! Your clearly not equipped for a monster like this!”,she says blushing. Nick annoyed slams his fist against the bars as they bruise his hands. “How strong is this!”,he yells pissed.

“Moon Marble, now if you can’t break out of this, you stand no chance against The Sentinel!”,She says egotistically.

Aurora floats away leaving Nick trapped in the cage. “Let me outta here!”,he yells at her as she floats away.

Aurora heads in the direction of The Sentinel. The Nightshade Members run up to Nick’s cage with Jack.

Nightshade Commander Drake taps the marble lightly as it disintegrates into thousands of shards around Nick.

“Can you believe that bitch, getting in my way,”Nick grumbles.

“She’s right,”Drake replies. “You shouldn’t have joined us on the battlefield anyway, you know this is a commander level mission Nick.”

Nick rolls his eyes. Jack:”We should probably head back dude.”

Nick:”No! There’s no way I’m letting her get in the way of my victory! No way!”

Nick:”Jack we need to make her pay personally for insulting me! I’ll show her she’s the weak one! Come on Jack can’t you smell the adventure!”

Jack:”Oh I’m smelling something alright.”

Nick & Jack charge in the direction Aurora & The Sentinel headed. Drake sighs, as he watches then storm off. “Kids”,he says. The Other Nightshade commanders start fixing the damages left behind.

Aurora walks around inspecting the dark areas when she spots Nick & Jack show up. She looks at Nick annoyed,”didn’t I tell you to get lost kid!” Nick glares at her,”Don’t call me that bitch! Besides I’m gonna find her first!”,he yells pissed off. Aurora glares,”Hey! What did you call me?!”,She yells annoyed. Jack:”Don’t mind him, he’s young.”

“Who the hell are you?!”,Aurora demands pointing at Jack. He deadpans at her. “The Muffin Man”,he replies annoyed.

She shakes her head,”No matter! You both need to go back where you came from! I can handle this!”,she says annoyed.

“Yeah right that’s why she got away,”Nick says casually.

“She was running off from my attack loser!”,Aurora yells at Nick before sticking her tongue out at him.

“You two stop acting like children and start looking,”Jack replies. He had enough of their nonsense.

As the three of them inspected the area The Sentinel sneak attacks them by firing dark flames. “Take This fools!”,she yells ominously while evilly laughing, Nick immediately dodged the flame in his direction but just a bit of it touched his right cheek causing it to lightly bleed 🩸but even the smallest taste of the dark flames caused Nick to yell out in complete pain. “AGHHHHH!!!MY CHEEK!!!”,he yells grabbing a side of his face as he jumps around. Jack uses materials across the streets to cover his body form the blast as he hides around a street corner planning for an attack when a part of the flame hits the back of his leg causing him to fall over as it burned he yelled bloody murder as he struggled to stand up. “You morons! I warned you! This what happens when you let your guard down!Neither of you were paying attention to the Raven flames attack”,Aurora says yelling at Nick & Jack as they scream in pain. Aurora turned to Nick with a disappointed expression not noticing the dark flames that hit her body. All of a sudden… “BWAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA OHOHO GOHOHOD NOHOHOT THAHAHHAAT!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! S-STOP TICKLING MEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA P PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”,she kicks her feet about however that only causes the dark flames to tickle even worse across her entire body she howls with laughter as more flames strike at Aurora bare soles with her dark armor. She struggles as she blushes before releasing loud heaves of laughter: ST AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP NOHOHOHOHOHEHHEEHEHHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!”,Aurora continues laughing madly as more dark flames strike at her Butt, & Armpits as well catching her off guard before one last one appears tickling her belly button. She sees her entire face form red as she couldn’t hold it in anymore,”AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! S-STOP TICKLING MEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!LET GOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”,Aurora laughs madly from the tickles.

“What the?! What?!”,The Sentinel slowly backs away afraid,”How are flames 🔥 not doing any damage?! How powerful are you!”,she yells before flying away out of fear. Suddenly the tickling began to cease on Aurora body. The pain on Nick’s cheek was now mostly gone despite still slightly stinging. Jack rolls his eyes as his leg suddenly felt better.

“Guess her attacks, only work when she’s around”,Nick observes.

Aurora storms over to Nick & Jack annoyed. “You idiots! If you weren’t distracting me! Could’ve caught her! Instead I had to make sure you weaklings weren’t hurt by the raven flames or worse killed! Next time! Leave it to a pro!”

“Us weaklings?! We took actual damage on the battlefield! You were the one who lost to tickling! If anyone’s weak it’s you!”,Nick says pointing at Aurora annoyed.

Aurora blushes,”Hey! My body’s sensitive! Why do you think I wear this armor to protect it idiot! It’s not my fault I was born with this body! , don’t blame my extremely sensitive nerves! you could be more considerate rude little boy!”,she yells back.

Jack watches with a deadpanned expression as the two continue yelling at each other across the street.

[puppyluver256]

I...may or may not be brainstorming a Fakemon region based on my home state and surrounding areas.

I may have made some design work for said region.

Said design work may have been one of the human characters.

I think I love her, help

[knightingaleforce]

...SOo, I saw some people create their own Three Houses OC, so I did it too! :’)

I imagine him to be pretty good with swords and the bow. He is really friendly but can be a bit reserved; he can usually be found at the stable or pond. 

[accursedpenner]

I realized i never posted this to tumblr??? 

Anyways I love One (1) Sleepy Boi a WHOLE LOT

[spacecapart]

@ironqrowweek: Role Swap (technically day 6, but I’m a little late)

I was hoping that I’d be able to draw a proper thing for the role swap prompt, but unfortunately I haven’t had the time this week. I did, however, do these design sketches a while ago in preparation, so for once I’m sharing something from my scribbles sketchbook. So, behold, independent Huntsman James and military general Qrow!

The roleswap idea I’m working with here is basically ‘what if Beacon was the militarised kingdom and Atlas was just the technologically advanced one?’ Don’t ask me how the overall plot of the show works when it’s that way around, but I figure maybe the kids end up travelling to Atlas for the Vytal Festival in the early volumes and after the kingdom is attacked by Salem James ends up being the one who goes on the roadtrip mission with them while Qrow returns to Beacon. He’s probably not quite The General the same way James is, sharing the role with Glynda and with Ozpin above both of them, but Qrow does rather get the short end of the straw in the swap. He gets all of the stress James had to deal with after Ozpin disappeared on top of his other issues, poor chap. James, meanwhile, gets to hang out with the kids more, which I really enjoy because he could have had such a good dynamic with them if he’d gotten to spend more time with them. And, since this is an Ironqrow AU, Ruby and Yang are still technically travelling with their uncle. There’s a lot of fun potential character stuff there, with Ruby and James butting heads over who’s actually in charge, and Yang having someone around to talk to about losing a limb, and then there’s also the fact that Weiss would already know James (since he’d still be a mentor to Winter).

As for the designs, I tried to stick to their usual vibes while moving in a more practical/rugged sort of direction for James and a more military formal one for Qrow. James is probably always going to be the neater of the two, he’s just like that, and I just can’t redesign him without keeping the tie. I also like to think that, without the pressure of being a public figure, he would be a little more comfortable letting people see his prosthetic arm, which is my excuse for the rolled up sleeves. The emblem patch on his shoulder is based on my headcanon for the emblem he used before he was a soldier, which is an anatomical heart shape formed out of the same swirling patterns from his guns. And he keeps the beard because I enjoy it, although here it’s a bit shorter and neater even while his hair is a little more windswept.

I based Qrow’s outfit vaguely on the Beacon school uniforms, reasoning that if Beacon had a military the uniform designs wouldn’t be dissimilar. He gets to keep his usual colour scheme (which, you might notice, matches James - I really liked the fact that their outfits in vol3 were so complimentary to each other so I’ve kept that vibe), and his cape, although this time it’s a half cape to try and lean into the fancy military vibe. I figure the loose tie is his small act of rebellion against wearing a uniform, and went with him being clean-shaven and keeping his hair more slicked back, although I reckon both of those things would slide as he got more overwhelmed with responsibility. I figure the kids would eventually make it back home to Beacon by around vol7 the same way they travelled to Atlas to find military aid, and I can’t imagine poor Qrow would be doing too well by the time they got there...

I do enjoy redesigning these two, and one of these days I will actually get around to drawing some proper stuff with this concept, it’s an especially fun one.

[sugarnspiceselfshipisnice]

3, 7, 8 for whichever s/i you're feeling the most rn!

I'll answer for Loriel, cause this seems very fun for her!

3. What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go?

Most Expensive Purchase: A very very old book titled The Truth of Grima. She even begged her dad to give her 4 allowances in advanced so she could purchase the book for 2000 gold- she told him it was an extra credit project for class, but it was really part of her own independent study into her mysterious crest... it ended up unlocking her final spell which I took from Fire Emblem Awakening actually- "Expiration".

Disposable Income: Books, Coffee, and supplies for Faustus, her pet wolf. When you have giant dire wolf growing very quickly in your small dorm room you have to keep him fed and happy. But one must also balance their caffeine addiction as well

7. Describe the shoes their wearing

Pre Time Skip: Tall, calf high black boots with gold trim, standard issue for the Garreg Mach Uniform. She tucks her leggings into them (similar to the style of her old old ancestor, Robin the Master Tactician) .

Post Time Skip: Heeled, brown leather boots with intricate laces all the way up. Classy yet functional, they're fur lined on the inside to fight the Faerghus cold.

8. Describe the place they sleep

Pre Time Skip: An absolutely wrecked dorm room. One would think a high class student such as herself would be meticulous and organized, but it's chaos in there. 15 coffee cups strewn about in various places, papers with frenzied scribbling tossed about, books books books. She has to constantly move things to different surfaces when she needs a space to work or sleep. Bonus: Faustus had a little puppy bed in the one clean corner of the room with a stuffed toy and a few meat bones, but as he grew exponentially he was moved to the wyvern paddock. They thought of the stables but people feared a giant mountable wolf might eat the horses. Wyverns are fierce enough to defend themselves.

Post time skip: A battered tent that's seen the throws of the elements. A sleeping bag that's stitched together furs. It's not the most comfortable but it works

It beats sleeping on a church pew in a cold cathedral, empty except for a King colder than the snow drifting in through the broken stained glass. One that doesn't look at her with the same love in his eyes as he did when they were students.

[iliketowritebutiminsanelystupid]

Some of my current wip

Lance stared at the kid wizard tapping his foot impatiently on his doorstep. The kid was even wearing wizarding robes, which was definitely a school uniform as wizarding robes had gone out of style over three hundred years ago.

“Are you Lance Shieldbearer?”

Lance scanned the kid a little more, and spotted a school emblem for the Solstice University of Sorcery, a blue crescent moon over a stylized yellow sun, and sighed.

“I’m not gonna donate to whatever school fundraiser you’re milking people for, kid.”

The kid looked a little surprised, and neatly adjusted his wizard hat, “That’s… not what I’m here for.”

Lance’s face scrunched up in confusion, “Then what do you want?” The light from the morning sun outside his door was starting to bring his headache back.

“I just need you to answer a few questions from my questionnaire? It’s a school project. I need the credits to graduate.”

Fuuuuuuckkkkk. He had to do those in college too, though he definitely didn’t go to a prestigious magic school like this twelve year old.

“Make it quick. I’ve got work today.”

The kid grinned and his little elf ears flicked excitedly. He grabbed a pencil from his breast pocket and a notebook from his satchel.

“Okay, do you get headaches often?” He looked expectantly at Lance, his pencil ready to scribble down his answer.

“Yeah I guess.”

“Is this after you wake up?”

What the hell is this for? Alcoholics anonymous?

“Yes…”

“Particularly after strange dreams?” the kid asked as he scribbled down Lance’s previous answers.

“Um… yeah? Define strange.”

Lance raised his coffee mug to his lips and took a sip and immediately spit it back into the cup discreetly. It was beer. How’d beer get into his coffee mug?

“Strange as in….” the kid took a second to think, tapping his pencil on his chin, “Strange people you’ve never seen before, events that happen in real life after you wake up, dreams that are oddly specific, dreams that feel really real” he finished.

“Uh.. yeah then. Strange dreams.” He figured he shouldn’t tell the kid that the headaches are from hangovers and the dreams probably from being drunk. The poor kid needed the credits after all.

“Have you had these your entire life? Do you get deja vu often?”

“....Yes? To both I guess.”

The kid bounced on his toes and scribbled down the answers. Lance took the opportunity to peer back into his kitchen to figure out the beer situation. His coffee pot looked fine… Oh nope that’s beer. There’s beer in the coffee pot. Strange.

“And when were you born? Time of day matters too.”

Lance snapped back to attention and eyed the kid. This was a weird questionnaire. Should he lie? …Shitttttt he couldn’t think of anything. The truth then.

“Midnight on June ninth.”

The kid grinned again.

“And was this a full moon?”

What the fuck was this for? Better not be some cult, though he was sure a prestigious school was against cults.

“I think so.”

“And you’re thirty-two?”

He just nodded and took another sip of his not quite coffee. The beer was room temperature.

The kid bounced on his toes.

“Do you have any magical abilities that only you possess?” The kid was practically leaning into his doorway, his green eyes huge in excitement.

“Are you actually from Solstice University? You look a little young,” Lance poked the kid back out of his doorway.

“Yes. I’m a prodigy,” he half-glared, “now answer the question.”

“No… I mean I’ve got a hangover cure, but that’s it.”

The kid hummed and wrote it down, “Would you call that inherent healing magic?”

“If magical Tylenol counts.”

The kid just nodded vigorously. He looked over his notes, as he examined them his grin grew wider.

Lance grew more suspicious the longer the seconds ticked on.

“What is this for, anyway?”

“School,” he muttered, not looking up from his notes, his eyes speeding over them at an incredibly fast pace.

Lance rolled his eyes annoyedly, this kid was fucking weird. “Besides that. What’s your project?”

The kid looked up from his notes with a wide, suspicious, grin, “Finding the prophesized chosen one!” He shoved his notebook up to Lance’s eyes, close enough that he couldn’t actually read it, “And it’s most likely you!” He announced.

Lance blinked slowly and pushed the notebook out of his face. “What?”

“Cool right?” He said excitedly, pushing his way into Lance’s house.

“What? No, it's not cool; get outta my house!” Lance scrambled after him into the kitchen, his slippers squeaking on the floor as he rushed. Lance practically slid into the kitchen, hitting his head on the doorframe as he did so. He shook his head–shit man the headache’s back-and glared at the kid making himself at home in his house. 

The kid yanked items out of his satchel that definitely should not have fit and laid them on the table. He spread a large map of the country out on the table, smoothing it down flat, before pulling several notebooks out of his bag and laying them down too.

“What are you doing?” Lance asked, a little breathlessly.

“Setting up,” he mumbled, pulling several pens and a desk lamp out of his bag. “Do you have anywhere to plug this in?” he asked, swinging the plug for the desk lamp around his face.

“Why are you setting up in my house? What are you setting up?”

The kid pulled his coffee maker away from the wall and unplugged it for his desk lamp and the charger for presumably his laptop. “If you really are the chosen one,” he turned quickly to point at him, “which I’m pretty sure you are,” he turned back to the coffee maker, “then we’re gonna have to find a better way to prove it. And I know just the thing!” He walked around the kitchen island and swung open cupboards until he found the one with mugs.

Lance sat down at the table exasperated. He took another sip of his not quite coffee and was glad that it was alcoholic instead.

He sighed, “Look kid,”

“My name’s not, kid, it’s Timmy,” he said, pouring the contents of the coffee pot into his mug and sitting down.

“That’s worse.”

The kid-or Timmy- rolled his eyes.

“I’m not the chosen one for anything. I’m just the town drunk. I work at the grocery store across from the mall for fuck’s sake!”

“Well according to all the evidence,” he raised his mug in a mock salute, “you are,” Timmy took a sip of the notfee, looking smug, and immediately spit it back out. He pushed the mug away from himself.

“What evidence?”

He groaned, “One child, born late spring on the full moon, descended from kings, will, along with his allies, destroy The Great Evil and save ____,” Timmy said, dramatically waving his arms around and making his voice deeper than it was.

Lance paused. “I’m not descended from kings, I can’t be the chosen one.”

Timmy rolled his eyes again, “Only one way to check!” He reached across the table and plucked several hairs from Lance’s head, which Lance did not like, and mashed them together in his fingers, muttering all the while. When he opened his hand to let the hairs go they poofed into a green light.

A green screen, similar to that of a tablet, appeared over Timmy’s hand. Little portraits of people linked by lines crossed the screen, disappearing off view. Under the portraits, little name plates resided. Lance recognized himself, and followed the string up to his mother and…

“That’s not my father.”

Timmy’s eyes went wide, “Huh. You should talk to your mom about that.” He scrolled up past Lance’s mother and the man he didn’t know. He scrolled very quickly past a lot of people, but he never went to any of the side branches.

“Ah-ha!” he stopped scrolling with his finger over the face of a man with great big ram horns. His name plate read, ‘King Jebidiah of The Satyrs of Faerest.’ 

Lance’s jaw was on the floor. “No fucking way…”

Timmy smiled and hummed to himself, “It’s even just a few generations back. Enough to lose the satyr, obviously,” he let the hand holding the spell drop, the screen disappearing as it dropped, “But right there. Descended from kings.”

Lance shook his head and downed the rest of his drink, “I was born in June though. That’s summer.”

Timmy had the audacity to laugh, “June ninth is before the summer solstice. It’s late spring. Really late spring, but still spring.”

Shit.

[malevichism]

Draga Ajna

It’s been 1 year, 8 months and 11 days since our brigade left Prijedor.

People don’t count the days in Sarajevo because every day is the same. What difference would it make? Putting a number on it would make them seem terribly long, or even worse; like counting the bulleted pimples that pollute our buildings. You'd be there forever.

But I do.

I’m not sure what hope means, if it means anything these days. And if I am one that carries the notion of ‘hope’ by numbering my days, I simply think of it as the ‘banality of hope’—survival.

But 1 year, 8 Months and 11 days ago, a little boy tugged on my sleeve, stuck a daffodil in my hand, and waved a scrap piece of paper in my face.

* * * *

We are situated in the eastern part of the city, where the lost souls of ancient books are taken by the breath of the reaper and bled back into the river. Back in Prijedor, my commander praised me for being good on my feet. An unfortunate skill in this neck of the woods. Sarajevo needed ground troops. Sarajevo had decided my fate.

A swarm of angry birds land on stone remains of the old wall that separates me from the Milijacka. They’re unruly, unrelenting and unforgiving for the fact that the only meal up for grabs in this city is a decomposing arm with maggot dressing. In its course, the Milijacka will carry the occasional corpse down its stream. Eventually, it will form a curve that travels in a south-easterly direction and trail on out of the city towards Pale, where our letters become Cyrillic. It is a triumph to leave Sarajevo. Every man and his wife's dream. Congratulations you’re safe! But you'll be too dead to see it.

There is a windless hollow in my chest where my heart used to be. If you look down, it’s lying at my feet, tethered to a ball and a chain. I've become accustomed to the sour, metallic stench of blood that pours out the eyes of windowless buildings. It suffocates me as though it were the first time. It's stone-cold hand takes me by the neck and wrings it like a wet cloth as I begin to read hope-filled words through tear-filled eyes. The only difference is, that they're not mine.

‘Draga Ajna’. Written in a childlike script.

‘How are you and you famili? Majka say that our countri become dangerus. No food and water. People are hungri.’ There is a pause broken by a scribble of a sad face and a tear that hangs too far from its dotted eye. ‘I miss you, Amina and you famili. I hope you are OK in Sarajevo. It is not good there. I hope you will write back soon. Your friend, Besim’. His letter is short, sweet and signed with a year-old Smurf sticker that ambers at the edges.

Cracks of sniper fire pierce through holes in the sky—pierce through the holes of unanswered questions in my mind. Slugs that feed the parasite of why?. The hair is standing still on my back. The hand that spares my throat leaves its mark as stiffness in the neck. My jaw had been clenched the whole time. It’s my cue to pick my sunken heart up from the floor. The dried up daffodil, still burning a hole in my pocket.

I am scared. Fearful of failure. Haunted by the echoes of childlike cries and childlike dreams. ‘Please, please take this to my friend in Sarajevo!’. More than anything, I am intimidated by the unwavering act of hope. The plea in his eyes, the urge of his word and the adamant tugging on my uniform, as though his world would surely crumble if I don’t answer his call.

I am the most important man in the world. I am the most important courier in the world. I am the God that he utters to at the end of his prayers.

Most of all, I am his emblem of hope. The eyes that he sees in his dreams, and the ones that I see in my nightmares. I'm on my hands and knees, begging Mr Mladić, 'don’t shoot the messenger!'. Repeating it between staggered breaths as I wave Besim's holy script before the man who plays God. As I look up, his beefy face melts away into the blackness of a cold sweat. My nightmare doesn't end in the morning. Because if the boys’ hope dies, it must die with me.

[malereader-inserts]

Sunshine Boy

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Male!Reader Summary: You were the ray of sunshine in Kol’s life. Word Count: 1,716 Request: “So I’ve had this idea and I tried to write it out for me but I’m just not good. So it’s about Kol Mikaelson were he meets a guy at a coffee shop and he is always so happy that he starts getting curios about him and starts calling him his sunshine and then one day he like goes missing and Kol starts freaking out gets his family involve and finds out the the reader has a painful past. I can’t do it justice but I think you can. And I would love some feedback about this idea” A/n: Pretty good idea, hope I was able to do it for you.

The moment Kol walked into the coffee shop, he sees you, the barista - looking so done with every customer that has been in and will be coming in. Nevertheless, Kol takes two steps, he observed you - you took notice of his presence and put on a smile upon your face. Your back straightening as you tap your fingers against the monitor in front of you.

“Hi, what can I get for you?” 

He noticed you’re by yourself, it wasn’t rush hour nor it was lunch break hours, so Kol understood why you were by yourself on guard for potential buyers. But, despite your overall fatigue and done with customers, your smile upon your face was genuine. 

“Um, can I get a Mocha please?” Kol asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he had realised he was polite, he never says please but your smile must have caught him off guard.

You nodded, your smile brightening even wider, you tapped on the screen, your hand hovering for a bit before looking at him, “Size?”

What Kol noticed more was your smile, but only now, he’s taking notice of your voice. It wasn’t too deep nor too high, it was perfect on the ears, “Medium,” Kol says with a smile, teeth showing. 

You nodded, more taps to the screen before grabbing a medium cup and looking at him, tilting your head as you uncapped the pen with your mouth, “Name?”

“Kol, K O L, Kol,” Kol says, though he doesn’t understand why you need his name, as he looks around, he’s the only one that ordering and you never asked if he was taking it out or not. 

You nodded as you scribbled his name on the cup, Kol noticed that it takes longer for you to complete the name - his name only has three letters. What’s keeping you hold? You placed the cup down, off to the side, and tell him the price. Kol complies, surprisingly, he doesn’t compel it for free. You take the money and make way to make his coffee.

Kol moves to the side, he could be doing anything at this point. He could be on his phone, looking for new music as he seem to be loving modern music. Or, he could be observing the coffee shop and the people in the little cosy building, and yet, his interest lies on you. You turn around, a steaming coffee in hand and a bright smile upon your face that causes crinkles on the side of your eyes. 

You placed the coffee on the table and slide it towards him, you both seemed to ignore that your hands had brushed against each other.

“Coffee for Kol?” You say, there was a playful tone within your face.

Kol likes how his name rolls off your tongue. There was a playful glint within your eyes as Kol

 nodded his thanks. He picks it up and leaves the building, the coffee tasted lovely before he had noticed on his cup was more his name.

“Thought you’d needed to be perked up a bit” Your scrawled handwriting on his cup, underneath that was a little comic dinosaur.

He turns around to look through the mirror before noticing the cute coffee boy was gone. 

Kol didn’t realise he had taken the coffee cup back home, until Elijah had mentioned to him. Kol looked down at his hand and smile himself.

“There was a really cute coffee boy there, he drew me a dinosaur.”

Kol kept visiting the coffee store every day, just after lunch time, because that’s you were always shifted. He found out your name was (Y/n), but he had coined you as sunshine boy or his sunshine. You didn’t mind it, in fact, you loved having Kol come into the shop every day - he was a breath of fresh air. 

“Afternoon to my sunshine,” Kol greeted, his arm out stretch above him and waving, “I’ll take the usual!”

“Coming up!” 

It’s nice to have him around, it slows down the rush in your days. Sometimes, he doesn’t come alone. You meet his brothers, Klaus was funny to you. He was stiff, almost as he forgot how to act normal. His eyes narrowing down on you, Kol had to hit him because he could feel that you were getting uncomfortable. But, when Klaus sees that you’ve made effort to draw him a samurai, he loosen up and found you to be nice.

Elijah, to you, was exactly what you expected from Kol’s story. He’s sophisticated, you felt like you were serving a celebrity with the way he holds himself. Kol look like he wanted to murder Elijah because you were more focused on his brother than him. But, Elijah and Klaus likes to drop in without Kol, you get on with his brother but the two brothers could tell that you rather keep your attention on their immature brother.

Kol once brought Rebekah along, as she became curious to why the mansion was slowly overrun with your coffee cups and drawings. What she hadn’t expected was you, the cute coffee boy that Kol kept talking about. 

Eyes soft, smile as bright as the sun. Shoulders relaxed and your little head tilt, that made all the Mikaelson believe you were adorable. Rebekah ordered ice coffee, but even on the plastic cup, you managed to draw a little dog - Kol had to stop her from climbing the table to give you a hug.

Kol kept visiting, whether it was alone or with someone, you never fail to give him a smile and a little bit more attention. But, one day Kol came and didn’t see you working. He was sure you’d be there.

“Hey, where’s (Y/n)?” He asked the person working, she shrugged her shoulders.

“He’s off work, called in ill, he says, doesn’t sound sick at all.” 

Kol regrets not asking for your number or where you lived. He leaves the coffee shop, the family wonders why Kol is back so soon with no coffee in hand. The next day Kol asks for you again, the girl shakes her head, this time there was no explanation. So, Kol goes away, and returns the next day - this time he’s standing by the window, you’re not there. 

It becomes routine, before deciding you were missing.

His family helped, looking for you in the town. Asking each person if they had seen you, Kol’s sunshine boy, the person that never failed to perk Kol up. His siblings got concerned, Kol hadn’t smiled for a good two weeks now, missing the sunshine in his life. Kol gets a message from Rebekah that she finds you at the local cemetery.

When he arrives, he sees his siblings by the gate, looking to the cemetery. Kol walks past his siblings and heads straight towards you. You weren’t wearing your uniform, so it was weird to him that you were clothed normally.

Your hands stuffed into your leather jacket, as you look at a tomb. Kol stops next to you, he takes notice that you’re wearing sunglasses and your hood was up, but he can recognise your lips - he often stares at them when you talk.

“You hide well,” Kol commented, looking at you, “Got worried when you didn’t turn up to work.”

You shrugged your shoulders, Kol doesn’t miss the wince that escapes your lips, “I got busy with personal stuff.”

Kol nods, tries not to push you, he looks at the tomb, “So...”

“It’s my grandmother and my great grandmother,” You say, pulling your hood down and taking off your sunglasses. 

You sigh, and perch yourself on some broken grave, crossing your arms over your chest, wincing goes evident. Kol looks at you, his eyebrow raised. There he sees bruises around your neck, as if you were strangled. There were purple around your eye and you had a cut upon your eyebrow. 

“There’s no point in asking who you’ll be fighting,” You motioned to his closed fist, Kol hadn’t realised he had done that, “Parents aren’t happy, I’m back living with them.”

“Oh?”

“I lived with my grandmother, my mother found out that she gave me the house in her will. She wasn’t happy, it’s been a few rotten days of abuse. It’s very hard not to use magic against them.”

“Magic?” Kol asked, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline.

“Kol have you been that blind? I’m always wearing my family emblem on me,” You showed him your ring with your family crest, “For a bunch of a thousand years old original vampires, you and your siblings are brainless.”

“We can hear!” Klaus shouted from the gates.

“I’m aware,” You answered, sully, pointing to the tombstone header, “(L/n)? I believe my ancestors were friends with you, at least that’s what my grandmother and the ghost that haunt the house.”

You rubbed your temples with your fingers and Kol looked at the header, his heart at his throat. He looks back at you with a confused glanced, almost asking why you were fighting with your family for the house.

“Mother is bitter, all her children possess the family magic, she didn’t. She was skipped. My mother killed all my siblings when we were asleep. I managed to collect their magic before escaping my mother’s wrath,” You looked down, sighing, before looking back at him, “Stayed with my gran since I was thirteen.” You shrugged your shoulders, “I just want the house, Kol, is that so much to ask? And I’m afraid I’ll kill them with my magic.”

“You should, you’re powerful enough to do so.”

“I’m not like you Kol,” You smile at him, it was small, but Kol beamed, “I can’t kill family no matter how much they hurt me.”

“Well, Klaus and I will happily do it for you,” Kol suggested as you chuckled, Kol’s heart swell with happiness, “Come on sunshine boy, you can stay at ours till we’ll get this sorted.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mean to overstep.”

“Oh come on (Y/n)!” Kol shakes his head, a grin upon his face, “You’re my sunshine, you’ll never be overstepping where I am. I promise.”

He holds out a pinky, you laugh this time, your head goes back laughter as you take his pinky with yours.

“Okay, promise.”

[themetaphorgirl]

hi could u pls write me something with big brother morgan protecting reid! i love ur writing so much❤️

(ahhhhhhh I hope you like this!!! it’s from my boarding school AU that I’m working on and I really love writing in this verse)

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Spencer had been looking forward to attending his new school, but if he’d known it would be like this he might have changed his mind. Being the youngest and smallest kid in his class wasn’t anything new to him, but back home in Las Vegas he could slip through the cracks and make himself invisible. In his new private school it was harder to hide. And it wasn’t even that he was the only ten-year-old in the ninth grade. It was the red emblem on his secondhand uniform that marked him as one of the “trouble kids” in Lincoln House.

He turned a page in the notebook opened on his crossed legs. At least his classes were more challenging here than back home in Las Vegas. Even if he hadn’t made any friends yet, he was having fun in class.

He looked at his textbook, frowned, scribbled down another note in his childish scrawl. The wind ruffled at his hair; it was so much colder here in September than he expected. Maybe he’d see snow soon. That would be nice, he’d never seen snow before. 

His notebook slid abruptly off his lap, dumping his dull pencil to the ground. “Hey!” he protested, scrambling to catch it, but his protests died in his throat.

One of the older students dangled the notebook over his head, grinning wolfishly down at him. “Well, little Spencer Weed,” he drawled. “Hard at work, aren’t we?”

“That’s not my name,” Spencer argued. 

The senior riffled through his notes. “My, aren’t we advanced?” he said. “Quadratic equations, huh.”

“Give that back, that’s mine,” Spencer said, but he didn’t move to try to take it back. He was half the size of the senior, a quarter of the weight, not even a fraction of the muscle. Fighting was out of the question. And besides, even if he tried to fight back, the senior boy had a blue emblem on his crisply ironed blazer. He was one of the day students from Kennedy House. Nobody would bat an eye if a rich kid roughed up a freshman on a hardship scholarship.

The senior eyed Spencer’s scribbled equations. “You’re throwing off the curve, Spencer Weed,” he said. “Making the rest of us look bad. You know what that means, right?”

Spencer shook his head. The senior’s cheshire cat smile widened, and he ripped the pages from the notebook.

“Give that back!” Spencer shouted, his shoes digging into the grass as he struggled to his feet. That notebook was supposed to last him the whole semester, he couldn’t afford a new one. “Please, give it back!”

The senior dropped the page, letting it float in the air like a damaged snowflake. “I don’t think so,” he said. “Might be good for you to fail a test or two.”

Hot tears threatened to fall but he stubbornly dug his fists against his eyes. Crying was babyish and he wasn’t a baby. “Give it back!” he bellowed, and he lunged for the older boy.

He knocked Spencer to the ground with a sharp blow of his elbow. All the air knocked out of his lungs as his back hit the close-cropped turf. He wheezed, trying to catch his breath.

“Hey!”

He forced himself to sit up, stars dancing in his vision. The senior took a step back as another kid approached him, fists clenched.

“Hey, leave him alone! What’s wrong with you, man, he’s a kid!”

“Fuck off, Morgan.”

Spencer squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again. He did recognize the other kid, a tall older boy in a football jersey. Everybody on campus knew who Derek Morgan was. 

“He’s half your size! Come on, you really gotta pick on a baby to make yourself feel better?”

“Shut up!”

Spencer gritted his teeth. He wasn’t a baby. 

“Just because you’re in Kennedy House, you think you can do whatever you want and get away with it.”

“Well, you think you can get away with shit just because you’re on the football team.”

“Yeah, well, I earned my place on the team, I didn’t need my daddy to buy my way like yours did!”

The notebook dropped to the ground as they argued. Spencer crawled between them and grabbed it, then quietly gathered up the rest of his things and shoved them into his tattered backpack. If he could just make a break for it-

“Whoa, slow down, slow down.” Spencer obeyed, shouldering his backpack and glancing back. Derek Morgan towered over him, scowling, his arms folded. The senior was storming away, his uniform blazer clutched in his fist. “Where are you running off to, pretty boy?”

“My dorm,” Spencer said meekly. 

Derek frowned. “It’s almost time for dinner,” he said.

“I’m not hungry.”

Derek knelt down so he was eye-level with him. “Are you okay?” he asked. He rubbed the pad of his thumb under Spencer’s eye, brushing away dirt. “McLaughlin knocked you over pretty hard. He hurt you?”

Spencer shrugged. “I’ve been hit worse,” he said. He shouldered his backpack. “Thanks. But I’m fine.”

He turned to leave but Derek straightened up fast and caught him by the arm. “Hold on,” he said. “You can’t say that and just walk away. Who’s been smacking you around?”

Spencer squinted up at him. “I’m at least four years younger than everyone in my grade,” he said. “Trust me. It happens.”

Derek laughed, but it didn’t sound like he was making fun of him. “You got me there,” he said. “How’s your notebook, huh?”

He held up the torn pages. “Also could be a lot worse,” he said. “I can probably tape it back in place.”

“Aw, don’t worry about it,” Derek said. “I’ll get you a new one.” 

Spencer looked down at the ground. “I don’t think I can pay you back,” he confessed.

“Don’t worry about it,” Derek grinned. “I got my ways. And besides, us Lincoln House kids gotta stick together.” He tossed his arm around Spencer’s shoulders like they were friends. Spencer froze for a moment, but Derek started walking him back towards the main building, keeping his strides slow enough for his short legs, and he relaxed, hugging his notebook against his chest. Maybe his new school would be a little less terrifying if Derek was around.

[sunstone-smiles]

Can I please request a Dimitri Felix, Sylvain, and Ashe tickle fic, please? Almost like a tickle fight style. Those 4 are my absolute faves, and u write FE so well!

If not, it is completely understandable! Happy Saturday, my friend

Hi Gladys! Thank you! And yessss, the boys! I’m so excited to share this with you, so I hope you enjoy!

A Training Tussle for Lions

Series: Fire Emblem

Characters: Dimitri, Sylvain, Ashe, Felix

Word count: 2,151

Summary: During a training session, four of the Blue Lions end up in a playful free-for-all. Enjoy!

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The heel of a white academy boot drags into the dirt as its wearer is pushed back by an attack. Stabilizing himself, Felix thrusts forward with a training sword in hand. Dimitri swings his own wooden sword to counter, keeping Felix’s from hitting him. The two struggle at a stalemate of strength, each side trying to push back the other. The Blue Lion’s house leader powers through for a final shove. Felix stumbles back, and with the opening, Dimitri hits him with a swing of his sword, forcing the other noble to fall onto the dirt of the training grounds.

“Aaand point to Dimitri!” Sylvain says while gesturing towards the leader. Ashe stands by his side, keeping track of the score in his head alongside Sylvain.

“Excellent round, Felix. You nearly had me there,” Dimitri walks over to lend a hand to his friend. 

Now to his feet, Felix dusts himself off. “Yeah, but not close enough.”

“Better pick up the pace Felix, or Dimitri will have you beat everytime,” Sylvain teases with his signature smile.

Felix growls upon seeing that smug grin on Sylvain’s face. “Oh yeah? I’d like to see you do any better!”

Dimitri steps forward. “Come on you two. There’s no need to argue—”

“Ha!” Sylvain puts on a new confident grin, “Watch me!”

Dimitri's face palms and Ashe’s eyes grow. The silver-haired boy quickly tugs on the redhead’s academy uniform sleeve. “Sylvain, are you sure about this?” the smaller boy whispers. He doesn’t want to see two of his friends getting hurt over a little squabble.

Another smirk grows on Sylvain’s face. “Relax, I’ve got this,” he whispers, “I’ve got a foolproof plan up my sleeve.”

If Ashe knows anything about Sylvain and that smile, it’s that he isn’t going to be able to talk his friend out of this. Ashe lets out a long sigh. “If you say so…”

“Hmph, good luck,” Felix hands Sylvain the training sword and the two switch places. Felix now stands on the sidelines with Ashe while Sylvain stands across from a battle prepared Dimitri. 

“Ready,” Felix holds his hand up. He slices it down through the air, “Fight!”

With that call, Sylvain and Dimitri run towards one another. When he gets close enough, Dimitri takes a large swing forward with all his weight, but Sylvain dodges to the side. Overshooting the attack, Dimitri stumbles forward and is left completely open. Sylvain swoops up behind him, wraps his forearm around Dimitri’s neck in a headlock, drops the wooden sword, then playfully ruffles the leader’s blonde mop of hair.

Dimitri giggles and tugs at his friend’s headlock. “Sylvain! No playing! We’re trying to train.”

“No playing, huh?” Sylvain’s smirk grows even wider. “Then how about…a tickle attack!” Sylvain moves the hand that was ruffling Dimitri’s hair to scratch his fingers at the leader’s tummy. 

“AH! Sylvahahahain!” Dimitri explodes into giggles and yanks himself out of Sylvain’s headlock, in turn tripping onto the ground. With no time to spare, Sylvain goes down after him, scribbling into the house leader’s torso and sending him into laughter again. Dimitri rolls over onto his back in an attempt to shove Sylvain away while the redhead’s attack proves its giggly effect. 

“See Felix!” Sylvain throws another quip at the blue-haired noble on the sidelines, “Look how fast I took him down!”

Felix huffs out a short laugh. He points at Dimitri, who looks ready to fight back. “I think you might regret that though.”

“Nah, it’ll be fine—” 

The prince suddenly tackles him backwards, strong-arming his way through the attack. Sylvain’s back hits the dirt with a thud. Before he knows it, Dimitri uses one hand to pin his chest down and the other to plunge his fingers into Sylvains ticklish stomach.

“ACK! Hehehehey!” Sylvain wriggles under the weight of Dimitri’s pin, attempting to twist away from the leader’s nimble fingers while Dimitri moves his hand around to scribble at his sides.

“So that’s how you want to play it, huh?” Dimitiri says with a smile. “Then it’s your turn to face a tickle attack!” the leader exclaims, now diving in both of his hands to scribble into Sylvain’s torso. 

“AH! Hahaha! Nohohoho! Wahahahait! Yohohour highnehehehess!” Sylvain attempts to tug Dimitri’s hands away as he squirms from side to side through his swelling laughter. His plan severely backfired.

Ashe lets out a soft chuckle of his own. He was worried about Sylvain's scheme at first, but he’s relieved to know that it resulted in them playing. In addition, the game looks fun.

Leaving his spot on the sidelines, Ashe dashes over behind Dimitri, then gives a quick squeeze to the prince’s sides. The leader’s back arches straight up with a yelp. Ashe giggles and Dimitri playfully whips around to try and catch Ashe, but the silver-haired boy jumps back. Realizing his mistake, Ashe starts making a run for it. 

“Get back here Ashe!” Dimitri chuckles and chases after him, leaving a winded Sylvain to plop back onto the ground. 

Felix lets out another short laugh at the scene. He heads over to a sprawled out Sylvain, who’s just beginning to recover. The redhead holds out a limp hand towards Felix’s direction, thinking his friend is going to help him up.

“Thanks…” Sylvain responds when Felix grabs his hand, but Felix suddenly pins his arm on the ground next to the side of his head. “Huh?!”

“Who said anything about helping you up?” Felix smirks. Sylvain’s eyes go wide and he immediately squirms backwards, his free hand up in defense. 

“Oh no! F-Felix! Wait! Not you t-OO!” Sylvain yelps and explodes back into laughter when Felix uses his free hand to scribble into the redhead’s torso.

“Hey, you were the one that was so confident you could take the boar down.”

Sylvain shakes his head from side to side. “Whihihihich I rehehegret nohohow! Hahaha!”

Meanwhile, Ashe makes a sharp U-turn across the training grounds while Dimitri charges behind him at full speed. The prince quickly closes in on Ashe. As fast as a speeding wyvern, Dimitri snatches up his friend in a tight hug and lifts the smaller boy off his feet. Ashe giggles and playfully kicks his legs in the air as Dimitri easily carries him back over to where they originally were. Aware of the possible fate that awaits him, Ashe attempts to free his trapped arms, knowing that Dimitri’s hands can ambush his sides at any moment. 

“Your highness! Let me explain—Eek!” Ashe squeaks and releases a few giggles when Dimitri gives a quick pinch to his side. 

“An explanation won’t be necessary to get you out of this now, Ashe! Now, prepare for your revenge!”

“Dimitri, wait! I might fall—AH!” but the hand positioned at his side finally strikes and Ashe bursts out into giggles, kicking his legs widely in the air.

Dimitri places the squirming Ashe back on his own two feet, still keeping him in a tight hug. He scribbles a little farther up to Ashe’s ribs, and the boy lets out a giggly shriek, nearly doubling over in Dimitri’s hold. 

“Dihihihihimitri!” Ashe’s face flushes a little under his freckles.

The house leader chuckles at his friend, then looks over at the other two Blue Lions. Seeing Felix distracted with a laughing Sylvain, Dimitri releases Ashe from his hug, allowing the smaller boy to wrap his arms around his own middle, then runs over to the others.

Quickly coming up behind, Dimitri gives a sudden squeeze to Felix’s sides, causing the noble to jolt in place. Felix shoots his hands down to pry Dimitri’s hands away that start wiggling into his sides, while also swallowing down the bubbly feeling of laughter rising in his chest.

He growls through his gritted teeth, “Oh no you don’t!” The blue-haired noble quickly retaliates by spinning around in Dimitri’s hold and tackling the house leader to the ground. It isn’t long until Felix is able to find an opening through Dimitri’s defenses to scribble at his friend’s ribs.

“AH! Fehehehehelix!” Dimitri returns to his state of giggling.

“Trying to get a hit on me on me? I don’t think so!” Felix grins.

“Here, let me help!” Ashe races over, then kneels down next to Dimitri’s other side to scribble at his stomach. The house leader jumps and attempts to curl up his middle, using one arm to shield his body while the other tries to playfully shove them both away. 

“Hohohohold on yohohohou twohohoho! Quihihihit it!” Dimitri exclaims through his laughter. He lets out a little snort and plops back into the dirt, his face now faintly blushing pink at the sound he just made.

Felix can’t help but chuckle. “So the boar snorts while being tickled? How fitting.”

Suddenly, Felix is tackled to the ground by Sylvain and slams down on his stomach. Before he can throw the redhead off of him, Sylvain grabs his wrists and pins it behind his back. Felix lets out a startled gasp, knowing he’s in prime position for Sylvain to get what he’s looking for: revenge.

“Sylvain!” Felix snarls and tries to reach his other hand behind in any attempt to shove Sylvain away. “Don’t you even think—” 

With no hesitation, Sylvain dives his free hand down and claws into Felix’s wide open side through his academy uniform. Felix yelps and attempts to suppress the laughter quivering in his smile, but he soon bursts into laughter like the others. 

“Sylvahahahain!” Felix exclaims through his bubbly laughter, squirming from side to side to nudge away Sylvain’s fingers, only for his laughter to increase when Sylvain crawls his hand up to his underarm.

“Well well well, look who’s laughing now,” Sylvain smiles. The redhead then releases his friend’s arm to use both of his hands to attack, resulting in Felix squirming around onto his back for a better chance to defend himself.

Allowing Dimitri a break, and for the fear that the Blue Lion’s house leader will soon retaliate, Ashe scoots his way over to Felix to assist Sylvain. While redhead goes for his ribs, Ashe slides in to attack Felix’s sides, causing the usual stoic noble to jolt with more laughter. 

However, in the midst of Felix’s squirming, the noble strikes back. He flings himself past Sylvain and clings onto Ashe’s sides with nimble wiggling fingers, effectively halting Ashe’s attack as the younger boy breaks out into giggly squeaks.

“I’ve gotcha Ashe!” Sylvain exclaims as he tickles Felix’s underarms, making Felix release Ashe and flop down to the ground in his own laughter again.

Ashe lets out residual giggles. “Phew. Thanks Sylvain.”

“Oh, don’t thank me yet,” the redhead says with a sly grin, aiming the look right towards Ashe. 

Ashe gasps. “Uh oh—AH!” he screams when Sylvain pounces towards him. He’s yanked backwards into the redhead's hold where Sylvain’s fingers start to poke and flutter into his sides.

“Hehehey! I thohohohught we wehehere on the sahahahame sihihihide!” Ashe squirms around and kicks his legs in the dirt while Sylvain holds him captive in a second tickle hug.

“Not in a tickle fight, Ashe! That was just a temporary truce. You have to be quick!” Sylvain smiles behind Ashe’s shoulder. 

“Then think fast, Sylvain!” Dimitri comes up behind Sylvain and hooks his arms under the redhead's, pulling him away from Ashe. Felix then swoops in towards his front, immediately diving his fingers into Sylvain’s torso for one last attack.

“Ohoho nohohoho!!! Wahahahahait!” Sylvain bursts into giggles again, letting out a shriek of laughter when Felix scribbles near his hips. 

“You brought this upon yourself, Sylvain!” Felix grins while he unleashes his counterattack.

Dimitri moves his hands into an already squirmy Sylvain’s underarms. “Ashe, want to help?”

“With pleasure!” Ashe holds his hands up with wigging fingers in the air. Ashe then jumps in with his friends, scribbling into the rest of Sylvain’s torso.

“Hehehehey!!! Threehehehe ahahagainst one ihihisn’t fahahahahair!!!”

“So then, do you yield, Sylvain?” Dimitri smiles.

“Yehehehes! YES! Okahahahay!” Sylvain giggles and pulls himself free from Dimitri’s hold, flopping belly first on the ground. The force of his tug takes the rest of his friends down with him, all of the lions crashing in a pile on top of the redhead. The four can’t help but giggle.

“Point for Dimitri,” Ashe jokes after everyone’s laughter subsides.

“What? That counted?” Sylvain begins to sit up as the rest of his friends also pull themselves out of the pile they collapsed in. “If that counted, then I definitely scored a point every time I took you down.”

“Oh yeah? Then what’s the score?” Felix returns to his knowing tone.

“I…lost count,” Sylvain admits.

“Back to square one then,” Dimitri ruffles Sylvain’s hair for a final act of payback and Sylvain chuckles. The leader returns to his feet, “Come on, you three.” 

The four Blue Lions return to their training, surprisingly still brimming with energy even after all their play fighting.