#well . i think he’d get along with your sisters n younger siblings ….

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ness loves it when you have any kind of familial issues but with father / mother issues in particular he is so so happy because it means you are rootless just like him . makes him want to tuck you into his ribs and keep you safe. your parents weren’t good to you but he is, isn’t he? he doesn’t need his parents, and you don’t need yours. not when you have each other

[councilofcastamere]

WINTER NIGHTS | CREGAN STARK X TARG!READER ꧂

a b r i d g e m e n t : With tensions rising, your elder half-sister Rhaenyra arranges for you to seek asylum in the freezing land of the North. And fortunately for you, Cregan is there to show you how Northmen operate.

TW: penetration, loss of virginity, breeding kink, mentions gender roles but in a sexy way, sexual tension, sibling jealousy, childhood neglect, mentions of death by birth, shitty character development

A/N: I know the girly portrayed is Visenya but her body is tea in this so maybe I do know best…

The second daughter. The oh-so passed over maiden. Not belonging to anything, nor belonging to nothing. Not the first, and not the last. An ever enduring memory to a passed over era. Nothing significant. Never anything significant.

That’s what you were. Insignificance. A beautiful insignificance, if you could see beauty in tragedy. Beauty in all the ways of life. All the little horrible things that make up a big, beautiful, picture. People shan’t look close, you’d assure yourself.

But you were you. Born to the everlasting way of royal life. To the peaceful Viserys, and his second wife, a woman whose name is not all that important. Another maiden from a noble house that perished to childbirth. Lost her life, giving life.

And as it did not to many maidens, the Gods did not grant you the chance to grow up with your mother. The blood that dripped down her thighs had covered you from head to toe as you came into existence, and she had naught of you in her arms before a deep and long slumber overcame her. The stranger had come for her, and he did not slow down on its way. He’d taken her as quick as she’d given you to the world. A quick exchange, you’d suppose.

Now and then you think about her. What she might have looked like, what she might have liked, what she might have been had she survived the wretched burden of your existence. You’d often wonder if infants who survived childbirth ever felt as deep a burden as she did. To have your very first breath of life tainted with the death of an innocent. Tainted with tragedy.

Growing up in King’s Landing hadn’t been all that as it sounded. You’d never really been that happy, as ungracious as it sounded.

You had an older sister - Rhaenyra - who’d occasionally humoured you. You’d never seen much of her, really. Perhaps it was your own fault as well. For not actively seeking her out. For not being the younger sister one was supposed to be. Some people - as close to you as they may be - are just unattainable in your mind. Your kin aren’t your kin until you allow it.

You have better companions than her, you figured. You had your lady-in-waitings. Lady Vievenne of house Swann. Lady Laycie of house Oldflowers. Lady Claere of house Ambrose. Lady Evelyne of house Hightower, who was, by all accounts, a gift from your newest stepmother, Alicent of the house Hightower.

What you also had was younger siblings. Such as Aegon. Though he is naught but a skirt enthusiast, swimming along the sea of young maidens at his whim. But he cares not whether they are, does he?

And oh, do not get yourself started on the one-eyed prince and that smug little smile on his sharp-featured face. Nonetheless, he was gentle. Oh so gentle with his touch. And oh so sinister in the way that made you feel important enough to be in his good graces.

However, you chose to distance yourself from all parties involved as fate made it clear what it had in store. A great slap to the great Targaryen dynasty. A dark cloud looming over the already curse-clad clan.

For even you knew that the only thing that could tear down the House of the Dragon, was itself.

“Sister.” you greeted one late evening, having taken flight to Dragonstone on your she-dragon, Starfyre. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

“…y/n.” the elder sister called out, a small smile on her lips. “I… am glad for your visit.”

“…I’m certain you are,” you say, trying with all your might to contain a frown.

You eyed her awkwardly as she wiped her sweaty hands off her dress, letting out a sigh as the elder royal wasn’t quite certain how to approach the topic.

“I… understand… things quite haven’t been… that active, in our kinship,” Rhaenyra speaks up, taking a step closer. “And for that, I apologise.”

You could only nod, a small smile gracing your lips at the heartwarming confession of absent love.

“I apologise, also.” you smiled, your hands finding each other behind your back. “I suppose I should have been the one to seek your company and counsel as well.”

“Good.” Rhaenyra smiled awkwardly, a silence engulfing the echo-ridden chambers. “The reason, as to why I called you, might be surprising.”

You froze slightly, heart pounding as the possibilities of implications travelled through your mind. The goosebumps on your arms grew more prominent as a cold breeze passed through.

“Oh?” you answered, cocking a brow. “And what might that be, sister?”

“I ask of you to travel to the North,” Rhaenyra admits, a tone of seriousness overshadowing the warm moment. “I have already sent a raven to Lord Cregan Stark, and he has agreed to host you. If it pleases you, of course.”

No answer came out of your lips, save for your a mere breath. You felt a pang in your heart, consuming your every emotion, making certain you cannot detect how you feel about the news.

A dragon in the north? What a jest. You’d do better in Dorne, surrounded by sun-kissed squires and stable boys than laddish lordlings and Northern butchers.

“And… why should I?” you asked, respect in your tone. “Pardon me, my sister, but why have you made this decision for me?”

“Tensions are rising, y/n. You know that as well as I do.” Rhaenyra sighs, her body language giving up on its tense posture. “And I am aware of your… complex feelings on it. But to the North you must. I’m sending Rhaena to the Va-”

“Yes, because Rhaena gets to be hosted by a relative of yours, in safety. Meanwhile you sent me off to some Northern stranger!”

“Y/n.” Rhaenyra warned, raising a brow. She took a step closer as you composed your words. “You are my sister, and I will have you safe in the North. The Northmen are honourable men, and in time you’ll know.”

✫彡

And so you were, clad in thick fur, lady Vivenne and lady Evelyne at both sides of yourself. Across from you sat three servants, and somewhere else sat your sworn shield.

“It will be splendid.” Evelyne beamed, properly adjusting her hair, tied up in a bun, similar to the ones the older maidens wear. “We shall meet every dusk, and speak about our day. In front of the fire.”

“Not if I can help it.” you sighed softly. “Apologies, my ladies, but I’ll let you two get at it. I’d love to explore the North in solitude.”

“Right…” Vivenne nodded, looking through the small peep holes as the carriage slowed down, just outside the gates of Winterfell. “We’ve arrived, I suppose. You’ll have to greet Lord Stark. If he’s anything we’ve heard of and more, I wish you luck.”

You only nodded, watching as your ladies exited the carriage, standing at the side of the door. Their faces are cast down, as if in mourning. Perhaps they’re mourning the life of luxury provided at King’s Landing.

You could not blame them for it, really. From growing up in their own house, to growing up in the Royal house, to trade it again to live to see the snowy winters of Winterfell.

You shook slightly, the cold air hitting your face in an instant as you slightly lifted your dress, taking a step out of the three provided for the carriage.

You looked ahead of you, eyes locking on the noblemen and women, standing straight and proud. The women bore clothes of low quality, so obviously sewn to fit any class. The men wore dark furs, contrasting to the blue clothing of the opposite sex.

And in the midst of it, stood Cregan Stark, accompanied by a mere little boy of just two years of age. Your eyes locked upon his stormy-grey ones, his face etched into a stern expression, eyes focused on yours.

You maintained the eye contact, taking each step closer to him.

“Princess Y/N.” Cregan greeted formally, taking your soft hand in his. “Welcome to Winterfell. I am Lord Cregan Stark.”

“Thank you, Lord Stark.” you smile, curtsying in a fashionable manner. Your eyes stood glued on his as his lips brushed against the palm of your hand. “I’m truly honoured to be here.”

“…I’m certain you are.” Cregan answered, eyeing you skeptically.

Hearing false compliments wasn’t out of the ordinary for the wolf of Winterfell. He knew well enough that you weren’t suited for the North. You were a Southern lady, used to the life of feasts, luxury, and sparkly dresses.

“Let us go inside, shall we?” you smiled charmingly, looking up at the tall castle with dread in your eyes.

“Aye, so we shall.” Cregan nodded, his broad shoulders most notable as he sauntered into the opened gates.

✫彡

The first night went unfamiliar to you, the harsh blows of the cold weather creating a prominent presence looming over the already melancholic times.

You sat in your chambers, sitting at the stony window sill as you watched Cregan from above.

The lord was overlooking young squires on the courtyard, engaged in conversation with the knight in charge of guiding the young to-be-knights.

All dressed in fur, shoulders looking as if they were padded. Cregan’s hair was tied up, with two front strands escaping and hanging loose. His grey-blue eyes stood glued at watching the young squire’s techniques, and you could only sigh as you got lost in his appearance.

Ever since stepping foot into the North of Westeros, you’d developed a strange sense of interest in the beauty of Northern men. How they all dressed so grimly, but intimidating. How they’re oh-so honourable and hard working. How they always seemed so clean shaven but rugged all at once.

And you could not help but wonder what it would be like had you wedded one of them.

Being completely honest, you’d never really been the sort of maiden to stay inside of her chambers, waiting for her husband to return from his duty, deprived of affection.

With any Southern lord, being a doting unappreciated wife would never cross your mind.

But with Northern men, however, you had the feeling your efforts wouldn’t go unnoticed.

Before you could continue your vulgarly confusing thoughts, you saw Cregan’s eyes shift to yours, finding your gaze.

You could only lean against the window, a hand on the stony side as you gazed back at him. Your hair was loose, and you were dressed in your creamy beige nightdress.

You held his gaze for a moment, until ultimately turning away, leaving the implications of that gaze to his imagination.

✫彡

By the third day, you’d been reading in the old library belonging to House Stark. You’d sat on a plush seat, the dusty book on your lap as your gentle fingers flipped through the pages.

But you weren’t alone.

Cregan Stark sat near you, his knees in almost touching proximity to yours.

“Aye, the North is cold, but it’s honest.” he tells you, gently shutting his own book. “The snow doesn’t lie about its intention. No courtly games like they play in the South.”

“Oh, please.” you smiled, shutting your book as well. your body shifted so it was facing his, resting your head on one hand. “The courtly games are what makes it so fun.”

“Now, riddle me this.” You smiled, noting his full attention on you. His body language exuded calmness, and you felt secure in the knowledge that his comfort lies with you. “How do you not like courtly games? Personally, it makes my life all the more amusing.”

“I suppose it’s all jesting for you, princess.” Cregan said, his eyes resting on yours. “Amusement or not, I’d rather know where I stand…”

“With you, however…” His eyes trailed down to your bare shoulder, the white nightdress you’re wearing very much a sight of sore eyes. “I think I know.”

“Oh, do you?” you teased, cocking a brow. “And how so, pray tell?”

“Well…” he grunted, shifting in his seat to tighten the proximity around you two. “You’d do well not to cross any Northern man. They don’t take well to… courtly games.”

You only smiled at that, your upper body instinctively leaning in, albeit torturously slow.

“And, uh, suppose I… marry a Northern lord.” you teased quite coquettishly, a hand moving to rest on the thick fur coating his body. “What am I in for.”

You watched as his smirk only widened, gently taking the hand that rested on his fur, and taking it in his.

“Marry a Northern lord like me, and have your nights warmed under the thick fur of blankets.” he says, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles. “Northern loyalty runs deep, princess. That’s what you’d be in for.”

You nodded slowly, and you could not help but notice those coloured eyes of his descending onto your perky breasts.

Great, this was all going well so far. “I’d imagine… do you think he’d gift me a pup? I’ve always wanted a tiny pet, to keep.”

“Yeah?” The lord licked his lips, a hand resting on your waist. “You think you’d handle a wolf properly?”

“Well, I would.” you smiled, nodding in agreement. “I’m a dragon… and dragons do not surrender that easily.”

You smiled, shifting in your seat again as Cregan amusedly indulged you in your silly thoughts. “Just imagine it, my lord. I’d be holding that pup every night trying to get it to warm to me.”

Your hand slowly, but surely, trickled down to his clothed thigh, trying to maintain a sense of quiet intimacy.

“You’ll have your work cut out for you, then.” his voice lowered, bordering on husky. “Wolves aren’t so easily tamed, not even by someone with…”

He paused for a moment, a hand gently taking the one you placed on his thigh.

“…your charms.”

You’d have a cheeky comeback on the tip of your tongue, had it not been for Cregan’s lips descending upon yours, clashing together like Blackwoods and Brackens.

You let out a soft breath as you eased into the kiss, feeling his large hands grip your waists as if his life depended on it.

Your hands moved from his shoulders, to his neck, and then to his armoured chest. The armour he carried felt cold to your hands, yet it made it all the more sinful.

“Did you have this in mind?” you murmured against his lips, tongue circling his as you so sloppily attempted to kiss him. “Seducing me?”

The silence engulfed you two for a moment, only being overshadowed by the sound of soft breaths.

“You have it wrong, princess.” he breathed, firmly planting you upon his lap, your back pressing against his chest. “Do you take me for a halfwit?”

You smiled, looking over your shoulder as you attempted to chase his lips with yours again.

“No, but I certainly did not take you for a man so easily seduced.” you teased, guiding his hands to your clothed breasts. “You don’t seem the type to give in that easily.”

“Because it’s untrue.” he spoke up, lips brushing to against your neck. “But do you honestly think nothing would be done about the way you saunter around, looking as you do?”

His hands slowly tugged against your nightdress, pressing a hard kiss to your achy jaw before pulling away.

“Lay yourself down on the carpet.” he commanded, hands shifting to peel off his fur coat, along with his armour and tunic.

All you could do was nod and watch on as his armour went discarded on the floor, the metal material cranking against the stone ground.

His bare chest was now visible, the defining abs illuminated by the glowing fire. His hair messed up when he threw his tunic over his head.

“Cregan, I-"

And in one moment, you felt his large body overshadow yours, clashing lips again. Cregan lifted his body as to not crush you, hands on either side of your head.

You only permitted yourself to breathe unevenly, stead of moan. Your hands found his shoulders, desiring to pull him closer than possible.

“Ever since you’ve arrived you’d been nothing but trouble.” Cregan murmured, lips finding your throat. “Sauntering around with your ladies, endlessly teasing me.”

Your legs only shifted to wrap around his waist, back slowly arching at the kisses.

He took notice, and let one of his hands pin you down, lips descending towards your perky breasts.

“Gods, you’re wrong for this.” he grunted, swirling his tongue around the nipple. “For provoking me, as you did yesterday, and the day before that.”

“For thinking you have the authority to do this to a lord.” he breathed, your small breast fitting into his large palm.

“For…” he continued, kissing down your stomach, before ultimately glancing back at you “…thinking you’d get away with this.”

“I did not think I’d get away with this.” you tease, watching as he moves face-to-face again. “Which is why I did it.”

Your hands find his muscled arms, squeezing it gently. “I want to know how Northern men do it.”

You’d think you were jesting, but were you truly?

You’d have opened your mouth to say anything else, looking up at him, if it weren’t for the Northern lord himself roughly flipping you to your stomach.

“You wish to know, my princess?” he murmurs, unlatching his breeches. “You’d have your first time be with a Northman?”

You nodded, cheek resting on the carpet fabric without surrender. “Yes. Gods yes.”

He hiked your skirt around your waist, your plump ass visible to his peering eyes.

“You’ll be ruined for other men, aye.” He grunted, his hand wrapping around his rock hard cock.

“That’s good, because I desire no one save you.” you smiled, allowing him to lift your hips up and arch your back.

“Yeah?” he smirked, the tip of his cock rubbing against your damp hole. “You’ll have me make you my wife?”

You nodded, impatiently moving your hips. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

“You’d be a good wife, wouldn’t you?” he grunted once again, head finally pushing into your unloosened clit. “No Southern games, no poignant looks of yours.”

“You like that about me.” you painfully breathed, feeling the uncomfortable ache of his cock in your newly penetrated cunt.

His head descended, placing gentle kisses upon your shoulders. “A maiden. Perhaps you aren’t as well-equipped to handle a wolf as you said you were.”

“I am.” you protested, pushing your hips back. “Move your hips. I wish to prove myself.”

He only speeded up his thrusts, and as you allowed the moans to fill your lips, his hands found a way to push your head down.

“You’d carry my pups?” he asked, thrusting into you aggressively, pumping his cock in and out. “Wait on my cock every night?”

You only moaned incredulously, asscheeks clapping along with every snap of his hips.

“Yes.” you breathed, gasp and claps filling the room. “Fuck, put a babe inside of me. I want your children.”

“We’ll have to wed sooner, before the babe gets born in wedlock.” he grunted, hands gripping your hips, pushing you back onto his thick length. “But that’s what you wanted all along, was it?”

You gripped the fabric of the carpet, cheeks burning as it rubbed against the irritating carpet.

“For a thick cock such as this.” he teased, tugging at your hair.

“Yes.” you moaned pathetically, cheeks flushed as you felt a knot forming into your stomach.

Your lips parted, your eyes rolling above-ways.

“Yes, yes!” you moaned loudly, feeling his hands grope your breasts. “Fuck, you’re moving fast.”

“Never fast enough.” he murmurs, member sliding against your wet slit.

He could feel your tight walls clenching around him, milking his cock for all it is worth. His grip on you tightened as he thrust down to meet your upward motion.

And with one sharp thrusts, you felt the knot loosen and the cream dripping out your twitching clit.

Yet, he didn’t stop, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he rode you through your orgasm.

The feeling of your walls clenching around his cock was enough to send him reeling as well, burying himself deep inside of you.

Hot spurts of cum dripping out of your hole, you completely got yourself spent, closing your eyes and deciding you could just fall asleep on this carpet.

“No sleeping in the library.” he scolded lightly, putting on his fur coat, covering his naked physique. “Come here.”

You exhaustedly crawled over to him again, and snuck yourself into his coat, the clothing covering both of your naked bodies.

“I’m taking you to your chambers.” he sighs, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “And for the next time, do not attempt to get so exhausted. I went easy on you this time.”

[cameronspecial]

Mrs. Cameron All But In Name

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

Summary: When Y/N has to burrow Wheezie's phone to text Rafe, she notices something interesting about her contact name.

A/N: Inspired by this post.

Masterlist

Y/N and Rafe have been dating for three years now and it is clear they are meant to be together. If it weren’t for their young age, Y/N is sure they would be married or at least engaged by now. They practically act like an old married couple anyway, so when they do tie the knot, it would only really be for legal reasons. With dating Rafe, came a close relationship with his sisters. Sarah and Wheezie have practically become her own siblings and she loves to spend time with the girls. In fact, it’s why she has a bi-monthly girls' night with the pair. Yes, every time they have it they have to chase Rafe out of the house, but Y/N thinks it is important to foster the bond between them, so he always begrudgingly leaves to hang out with Kelce and Topper. “How are things with you and John B?” Y/N questions while tracking the nail polish brush along Wheezie’s nail. Sarah shrugs as she files her nails, “We’re fighting right now. He doesn’t want to go to the Nassau house with us and I want him to go.” “Aww, that sucks, Sweetie. I’m sure he’ll come around. Do you want me to have a talk with him?” Y/N offers. Sarah shakes her head, “No, it’s okay. We’ll make up eventually. We just need to cool off a little.” Y/N nods and finishes off the last coat of Wheezie’s nails. She releases the hand, “There you go, Beautiful. What colour do you want, Sarah?” 

Sarah places the nail file on the table and examines her options before picking up a salmon pink polish from the collection. Y/N gets to work on doing the older Cameron sister’s nails, “How about you, Wheezie? Anyone on your radar you want to tell us about.” Wheezie lips pucker as she squints her eyes. “Nahh, I am happy being single. I see what you and Sarah go through with John B and Rafe. I do not need that type of problem,” she informs. The other girls giggle. Y/N checks her phone to see it is dead, “Amen to that, Wheeze. I mean look. My phone is dead, but how much do you want to bet that your brother is blowing up my phone right now asking me when he can come back home? Can I please borrow one of your phones to tell him my phone is dead while I charge mine?” “Of course, here,” Wheezie says, unlocking her phone so that Y/N can use it. 

She places the nail polish on the table and scrolls through Wheezie’s messages to find the texts with Rafe. A certain contact name second down the list catches her eye. Y/N Cameron. She freezes at the sight. Her eyes flick toward the younger girl, “Why do you have my last name as yours?” Wheezie’s cheeks redden and her gaze falls away from her brother’s girlfriend. “Rafe did it. He said that it’s going to be your name eventually, so what difference does it make,” Wheezie states. Y/N chuckles with a shake of her head, “That doesn’t surprise me at all.” She types out her message and hits send. My phone is dead, so don’t freak out if I don’t respond. I’m charging my phone rn. -Mrs. Cameron.” 

———

His phone chimes and a massive grin crosses his face. He checks his text, feeling his heart flutter at the message. So she found out what he’d been saving her name as in everyone’s contact. He chuckles. It took her long enough to find out. He’s been ordering everyone to change her last name in their contact for years. His smile doesn’t wipe off as he responds. Come on, Baby. You know you are my Mrs. Cameron all but in name. You can’t blame me for wanting to make the process easier for everyone else once we do take the next step. 

Smh. You really are something else, Mr. Cameron.

But I’m your something else, Mrs. Cameron, but you know you love me.

You are lucky that I do. Now, I’m going to end this conversation here before you start dirty-talking me. I’m not subjecting Wheeze to those texts.

You know me so well, Baby. 

Goodbye, Rafey. I love you.

I love you too, Baby. I’ll see you when I get home.

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[fandomzwriterk]

I need you to write the lin kuei brothers with a little sister 🙏

A/N: you got it!👍 Also sorry I’ve been dead I’m kinda learning to play a game competitively for the first time and I kinda forgot to write for a little while 😅😅 I might be a little more creative with these since I’m the youngest child🤣🤣🤣🤣

Bi Han

-> Of course being the most stubborn man out of all of them, Bi Han really didn’t want anything to do with you when you were born

-> Often left Kuai to take care of you, since at that point Tomas hadn’t been adopted yet

-> Wanted a brother more than a sister

-> Took him a year to get him to care about you

-> Lowkey kinda bullied you as kids

-> Didn’t really understand having a sister but ultimately he understood

-> He let you cry on his shoulder after your mother passed

-> He felt guilty at first for causing you pain

-> Pretends to be annoyed sometimes but actually cared about you after that

-> He hoped having Tomas around as well would make you happier

-> Actually might be the kind of brother who would beat the shit out of your bullies

-> You, him, Kuai, and Tomas would often wrestle together when you were all younger

-> He was mostly likely 5 when you were born, and Kuai was 3

-> He let you be the only female in the Lin Kuei until he met Frost

-> You eventually became the only reason his heart could ever be good despite the things he’d done

-> He learned to love you in his own way

-> Will not hesitate to kill somebody for you

-> You’ve had him be your personal ice pack on hot days, along with Kuai and Tomas

-> Won’t let anyone touch his baby sister

Kuai Liang

-> Over the moon to have you be his little sister

-> Very protective of you after you were able to walk, making sure you were never alone or getting hurt

-> He thinks he’s the favorite brother

-> He gets Bi Han to join him in showing you something he learned

-> Quickly discovered to never let you near him during training

-> He accidentally cut your arm with his kama

-> He always feels guilty about it

-> Often helps to keep you warm on cold days when you were little

-> Knows to never let boys near you when you all start getting older

-> Yeah he’s THAT kind of brother

-> Lowkey him and Tomas fight for sibling bonding time with you

-> Seems like the brother to often watch you from the roofs of buildings, ya know being an assassin and all

-> He has many ways to show he cares about his baby sister

-> He knows he’s had his ass beat by you for being a pain in the ass

-> Could never do anything to hurt you or your feelings

-> It breaks his heart if he does

Tomas

-> Excited to have a sister again, having lost his own sister and mom

-> Absolutely lets you get away with anything you do growing up

-> He’s a year older than you are

-> You copy each other, but he does it more

-> Practically your twin

-> He’s the one who joins Kuai on “stalking” you whenever you’re away from the Shirai Ryu

-> You help heal his heart after his family died

-> Also thinks he’s the favorite

-> You and him are the closest out of all your siblings, since you two are the closest in age

-> You take his smoke bombs every now and then to prank all your brothers

-> You, him, and Kuai often still wrestle each other like you’re still kids

-> Tomas wins every time, mostly cause he’s faster

-> Always has your back when you’re at your lowest

-> Does absolutely anything to cheer you up

-> Only he and Kuai often take turns watching you sleep from A) either hurting yourself or B) someone hurt you

-> Actually the most vengeful of all the brothers

-> Will not let Bi Han be mean to you

-> Not afraid to do anything for you

-> He’s absolutely overprotective of you

A/N: hope you enjoyed!!! Lots of these I came up from observing the characters and their manners.

[p-seduonym]

Being the Maid of Yandere Louis James Moriarty

A/N: I kinda winged this one, if you can’t tell already. Enjoy, or don’t, I guess. Do whatever.

You were a maid at the Rockwell estate.

Fairly young, you had worked there for your entire life.

Your days consisted of tedious chores, cooking and cleaning mostly.

That is until Lord Rockwell suddenly took in three wards.

You heard passing rumors from other servants, about the incident at the Moriarty manor.

The count and his wife, along with all of their servants, tragically lost their lives in a terrible fire. Nothing was spared, except the count’s children, who were left orphaned.

Although no one seemed to mention the adopted child that had also perished in the fire…

You felt pity for the boys, only a few years younger than yourself. Especially the youngest.

The eldest son, Albert, was busy with duties as the heir to the earldom while the second son, William, was soon enrolled in school.

That left the youngest, Louis, alone.

And, although you don’t like to admit it, you felt slight trepidation at first. 

The boys were withdrawn, which could only be expected, but they didn’t seem to have an air of grief about them. More so, the atmosphere appeared almost like a cold sense of resolution.

But, when you laid eyes on his bandaged face, you felt guilty for your thoughts.

Ashamed, you made it a point to be especially kind to the boys. But, your efforts mostly went to Louis, who remained in the house most of the time.

Initially, Louis was rather confused by your attention. You seemed to go out of your way to speak with him. Whether it was just greeting him or asking how his day was.

He didn’t know why you were so interested in him, rather than Albert, the eldest, or William, the prodigy. 

Most people disregarded him, the adopted, scarred boy from the slums, with neither age or intelligence to make him stand out in a particular way.

Still, he remained cordial to you. He was even somewhat grateful to learn firsthand how to manage a household.

Soon enough, it became common for the two of you to be seen together, whether it was doing laundry, washing dishes, or cooking in the kitchen.

It was tedious work that you were used to, but you enjoyed the time with Louis.

And you couldn’t help but think he did as well.

As time passes, Louis becomes gradually less distant, his smile becoming less of a pleasantry, more genuine.

He would also leave small gifts for you, be it a small pastry he claimed he made too much of or a flower he said was out of place in a bouquet he picked.

You're pleased by this change. Ignoring etiquette, you sometimes gently ruffled his hair just to see him get flustered. Or you would hug him to coax a smile out of him.

If someone saw the two of you, they would have seen an older sister teasing her brother.

And it felt that way. For you, at least. For Louis…

It felt odd to think of you in such a way.

William mentions, offhandedly, how close the two of you seem to be.

Louis is startled by this observation. He’d never been particularly close to anyone except William, and Albert, to an extent.

He quickly assured his brother that you were just a maid, an innocent servant that knew nothing.

But William only smiles and says he’s happy to see Louis enjoying himself. 

With his brother’s (seeming) blessing, Louis reconsiders his feelings about you.

It was obvious you viewed him as a younger sibling, if your physical affection said anything. But why did that frustrate him?

He wanted to be the only one you smiled at with that beautiful smile of yours. He felt irritated whenever you gave one in passing to a male servant.

Fortunately, it was easy to use his young age to his advantage. He would grab at your skirt like a child trying to get someone’s attention. It was shameless, but effective as you would turn to him with a smile.

Or he would pretend to be confused about how to prepare a meal, just to have your attention to himself.

It was easy when he was younger, but those tricks wouldn’t work as he got older.

So how could he keep you to himself?

As years passed, the two of you grew older.

Your relationship now turned a few more heads. Why would a simple maid be so close to the son of a count? You heard this among other whispers as you passed servants in the halls.

It was endearing, at first, to see a maid so attentive to her young master. Now, however, it made it look as if you were just a tad too ambitious. Could you be trying to raise your social status by seducing a young nobleman?

The entire idea scandalized you so much that you made an effort to shape up, acting more professional around Louis, who obviously notices you becoming more distant.

It’s difficult trying to maintain a proper relationship, between a servant and their master, with him. But you figured it was for the best, since he came of age and wouldn’t remain in the Rockwell estate forever.

This was inevitable, and you had resigned yourself to that…

Louis, however…

He isn't oblivious to the rumors, so he doesn’t blame you for becoming distant. However, he refuses to accept this. You’ve become someone precious to him.

So, he asks his brother for his advice…

For reasons unknown to you, your life had become increasingly hostile at the Rockwell manor. Rumors followed you everywhere, along with disdainful looks. You noticed items of yours disappearing. Pins were stuck in your uniform and broken glass in your shoes.

Who would do such a thing?

Your only solace was Louis, who remained loyal even in the wake of your distant behavior towards him. He comforted you as you confessed all that happened.

Ultimately, it all culminates in someone - you only saw a shadow - pushing you down the large staircase, causing you to break a leg. The one who found you lying at the base in a heap was Louis…

Carrying you to the servant’s quarters, Louis softly proposes something to you.

Albert has purchased a house, in the quiet town of Durham. Somewhat old, but furnished. He and his brothers were to move there soon.

As he bandages your leg, he asks for you to come with him. He can’t bear to see you suffer here any longer. There won’t be too much work, his brothers and he weren’t demanding. There was always a place for you.

As you tear up and hug him, for the first time in a while, Louis smiles to himself.

[garricks4thwingqueen]

Saw you’re taking requests! Kinda vague but what about Garrick as a big brother to a sister? He’d probably be crazy overprotective.

Sibling Love is Tough Garrick Tavis X Sibling reader X Reader X Dain Aetos

 *Request for some Dain x reader hurt/comfort please. I like what you 

Saw you’re taking requests! Kinda vague but what about Garrick as a big brother to a sister? He’d probably be crazy overprotective.

Synopsis: Again I’m completely changing this idea from the synopsis I posted last week 😂 Reader is Garrick’s younger sister and is one year younger than Garrick. Reader starts Basgiath one year later than Garrick and Xaden and is the same year as Bodhi, Imogen, Dain and Sawyer’s original year.  This fic starts on conscription day on Garrick’s second year; one year prior to fourth wing. 

Word Count: 1339

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, bullying, break up 

Y/N POV

   Conscription day. It was finally your day to join Basgiath war college along with Imogen and Bodhi; well hopefully join. First you had to cross the parapet or the death bridge. The only thing that was giving any motivation waiting in this long ass line of 1000s of other cadets and seeing Garrick and Xaden again. Hell even Bodhi and Imogen; it had been years since you had seen any of the others and you knew those two were waiting somewhere in this mass of cadets or if not had hopefully already crossed that damned thing. 

     You were quickly pulled out of your thoughts or search for pink hair anywhere in your line of vision by hearing one of the cadets start to spit out the slur of  “Rebel Scum, you don’t belong here.” You spun around on your heels as you were about to defend yourself but the tall decently built cadet turned aroun earn our way across if we don’t die first.” 

    That had managed to shut the hot headed cadet right up. “Thanks you didn’t have to do that, you barely know me.” “I may not but I know that doesn’t define who you are.” He sighed and pointed to your rebelling mark which was given to you several years ago during the Tyyrish rebellion your parents were a part of. “Thanks, most people can't see past them. I didn’t catch your name by the way.”  “Dain.” He said with a smile that nearly crushed your heart. “Y/N Tavis.” You smiled and shook his hand before he gave his name to the cadets on the front of the parapet which you were able to hear clear as day: “Dain Aetos.” 

        Fuck. you cursed to yourself not even a full fucking day and you were already falling for the enemies son. Your brother would never let it live past you if you fell head first for the Colonel’s son. 

          The rest of July had passed and so had August. September was soon coming to an end which had meant Threshing was coming. Your squad which was also composed of Dain and Imogen had already faced presentation day and that was nerve racking as hell; you couldn’t even fathom what threshing was going to be like; that is if you lived through it.

  You had enjoyed getting to be around your brother and the others again these past two months. You had also enjoyed getting to know a certain someone else through private moments that you both were very proud of that your brother and the others hadn’t taken up on yet.

             “Hey sexy.” You heard the soft familiar voice round the corner of yours and Dain’s favorite secluded spot away from the main part of the courtyard of campus. “Hey.” You smiled instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Ready for tomorrow?” “Nervous as hell. What if I don’t bond to a dragon.”  You sighed burying your face in Dain’s chest; instantly feeling more relaxed as he ran his fingers through your hair. “You’ll bond. You're one of the smartest cadets in our year. You have nothing to worry about. Plus I think that green female took a liking to you during presentation.”  “You really think so?” You could feel Dain nod his head with a contented hum as his chin rested on the top of your head. 

                                                  Garrick’s POV

   Xaden and I were standing outside of the courtyard enjoying some Churrum after a supply run. “Your sister has done well so far.”  “Sssh.” I hushed him. “What?” “Do you hear that?” “Hear what?” Xaden questioned sending his shadows every which way. “Down and to the left. I don’t think you're going to like it that well.” I gave him a questioning look but put out the Churrum I was currently smoking as we headed to the source of the voices. 

     I don’t think I’ve ever come to a quicker stop in my entire life as I saw my younger sister literally hanging off of Colonel Aetos’s son; Dain Aetos. “What in the actual fuck Y/N??!!” I stammered out maybe a little too aggressively as she stepped away from her fellow squad mate. Goal. Set. Match. I thought to myself. “Garrick I-.” She started to stuttering now standing by Dain’s side and a tight grip on one of his hands. 

    “Save it. How is this even ok Y/N.""Garrick please. “I said save it. When exactly did you plan on telling me or Xaden about your little affair?” “After Threshing.” She shrugged. “Bullshit. This isn’t lasting until after Threshing.” 

     “I’ll prove my-.” “Shut up and let go of my sister’s hand, Aetos. I didn’t ask for you to speak.” 

                                                       Y/N POV

    Fuck. You cursed to yourself as you reluctantly let Dain let go of your hand. Garrick was a protective big brother he had always been. But pissed and protective you had only seen a few other times in your life. “Say goodbye to your squadmate Y/N. Give him one last kiss or hug and that's it.” “Garrick. Please.” You tired once more as you felt Dain softly touch your wrist and pull you into him. “I’ll wait for you. It’ll be worth it. But right now your brother’s right. Your safety matters and right now we are a target together.”  “I love you.” He added, tilting your chin up toward you.” “I love you, Dain.” You said softly and reluctantly stepped back and watched him walk towards the dorms as you turned to face your brother and Xaden. 

       “How long?” Garrick asked. “Conscription day.” “You’ve got to be kidding Y/N. You let him in and barely know him. We are on two very different sides of this war. I get that you think you love him but I’m just trying to protect you.” “I know.” You sighed. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you or Xaden. I should have; maybe things would have been different.” “No Y/N. You just earned yourself more time with him by not telling us. I know it's hard but you have to understand Xaden and I are just looking at this over the long haul.” “I know.” You sighed wrapping your arms around your brother's waist needed comfort as he instantly relaxed around you.

  “I know I can be scary when I get overprotective but do you know the consequences if the Colonel ever found out his precious son was dating one of us?” “I know, I know, but he saved me on conscription day and that made me see past everything.” “What do you mean he saved you?” “Someone in line called me rebellion scum. I was about to turn around and defend myself and Dain beat me to not even knowing a thing about me besides the fact I was on opposites of the war. I Didn’t even realize he was an Aetos until he gave his name to the cadets.”

    Garrick sighed. “Listen I’m not saying you can’t be friends and get along with your squad mates with different views; but you and Aetos it's just a pile of mismatched shit waiting to be light on fire and I will do anything to save my little sister from that for as long as I can. Look maybe after all this is said and done then maybe there can be a you and Dain but now is not it. You understand that right?” 

   You nodded your head into Garrick’s chest as your tears fell. You knew your brother was right, you hated it but you knew it and you knew he was just trying to protect you in the only way Garrick knew how to protect. “You're my little sister and I love you, please don’t hate me.” You shook your head that was still buried into his chest; “I love you to Gare and I don’t hate you. I know you're just protecting me.” 

“Good because I don’t think I could ever live with my younger sister hating me.” 

A/N: possible part two coming

[lightlycareless]

chapter 26 driving me insane,,, such good good character building for the rest of the cast! so happy to see new updates!

hinata,, if theres anyone to be worried about when it comes to making y/n not want to stay, its not naoya i can tell you that. i wonder how she’d feel about y/n and naoaki?? she seems the type to not trust any of the zenin’s, no matter how much naoaki does to prove himself trustworthy.

also the LETTERS?? WHATS GOING ON. WHOS STEALING THEM?? unless i’ve misremembered severely, y/n sent one back but hasnt received one from hinata, which means someones intercepted hers? is the thievery ren mentioned connected or a red herring?? i gotta start detectiving this,,

1. naoaki: i don’t believe it. he would never. even if he were to get shady i don’t believe he’d intercept their letters. why? vibes. he’s just Not The Type 2 me

2. naoya: quite frankly i don’t think he’s smart enough for that kind of subterfuge. he’d rather get in her face about it and demand to know why she’s sending letters (aka “why aren’t you talking to me :(“) and thats presuming he even knows its happening- he’s had enough to deal with already. don’t think its him.

i don’t think any of the named characters so far would be both motivated and/or able to intercept them,,, someone new then?? b-plot? drama? im so excited

OMG HI!!!! How are you?? ❤❤❤❤

I'm so glad you liked the new chapter!! I was hoping to see your outlook on it actually 🥺❤❤❤ I always enjoy reading your asks 😭because they always leave me thinking 👀👀❤

Anyways, thank you for your lovely words! I really like writing Hinata, like allot.

Her perfect, righteous persona is just so fun (and a bit ridiculous) to write tbh, there's just something about the overprotective older sibling trope that I just love... to break hahahahah I needed to show Hinata a bit miserable, you know? She always seemed to be on top of things, but c'mon, her younger sister is basically kidnapped and her family is refusing to help her 💀 something must affect her one way or the other.

Ren is keeping cool, because he needs to. If he were to freak out I think it would only tense her even more than she already is 😭I also love portraying the overprotective sibling on him :> specially on him, but we'll see that later on.

As for the letters...

who knows? HAHAHAHHA

jk

I mentioned once in the previous chapters, I think on the one where Hinata visits Y/N, during the conversation with Naoya that there's an overall crisis going on in the jujutsu community (geto) which has them in a really tough position—there's allot of sorcerers acting against one another, some under geto's jurisdiction, other just because they can and want to use him as a scapegoat.

Amongst those actions, mail theft. It might not be that much, but considering how certain governments still rely on mailing official/confidential things instead of sending them electronically, I assumed jujutsu HQ would do the same. Meaning, there's a reason to intercept these letters: in order to get some juicy details 👀

I envision the main victims to be active sorcerers and important families, tho. Unfortunately, their letters can't be handpicked so some civilians might find themselves thinking "What happened to my parcels?!"

In other words, there have been different incidents across the country, and Ren (wanting to reassure himself and his sister before either snapped) wished to believe your "silence" had to do with that.😭

Now... let's also remember that the elders from the L/N clan really want this marriage to exist essentially forever, so even with Sumire's attempts... they might've just outsmarted her as well 🥴 It would only be natural to assume so, considering she's Y/N's best friend and there might be a stronger loyalty towards her vs them.

But if we want to kick it up a notch, let's include Eiichi into our list of suspects :> because he's been very willing to play along with the elders and has been doing nothing but keeping quiet. omg, imagine the kind of reaction Hinata would have if that was the case??!?! I would kill him ngl. Guess we'll just have to wait and see 🤭

Now, Hinata's reaction towards Naoaki is a pretty interesting one 👀 It reminds me of the halloween drabble I wrote, she was completely uninterested in Naoaki, but did not hate him, unlike Naoya 💀

But circling back to your point, you're absolutely right. She would have a hard time accepting Naoaki, he'd have to straight up do a miracle or something to be welcomed into her social circle. Maybe her perception on him would somewhat soften once she hears that he's been helping Y/N contact her, but she'll probably say something like "it's the bare minimum after what your family did" oof.

Well, he'll keep trying. But I fear that if Hinata keeps "attacking" him one way or the other he might be like "Y/N, I don't want your family to hate you for being with me... so it's better if we part ways" AND I'D CRY. Unironically, this might be the moment where Hinata is finally convinced he's not that bad hahaha

As for Naoaki, I don't think there's anything that could hint it was him having something to do with the letters, outside of sending them lol. I know he's done some rather questionable things (that one part where he's like: um, maybe you can convince Naoya to not have the twins as servants was 🤢🤮), and I understand why it was received badly, but he's done so many things to prove himself trustworthy too😭 and that's not something I can say about Naoya, if anything, he just gets worse and worse haha we also gotta take into account the kind of background he grew up in, he had everything and then he lost it, not only that, he was completely abandoned by his family. He kind of relates to Y/N like that (with her losing her family, freedom, and the abuse she suggested under his family), and it's more than obvious that he wants her to be happy. He's trying :( man, f the zen'in clan 😭

and omg Naoya 😭😭😭😭“why aren’t you talking to me :(“ HAHAHAH I laughed out loud for real. He's like "write all the letters you want, but at least write one to me :(" silly Naoya, the one thing Y/N should be writing up is a divorce and a lawsuit tbh. Once again, you're spot on! He's too... busy with everything that's happening in his life right now (oh boy imagine how the elders chewed him up after failing his exam ahahha MORE TO COME ON CHAPTER 28) and he relied on Junko to keep Y/N at bay, so yeah, he does not suspect a thing... he really trusts the clan that doesn't like him haha.

If this was pre-failure, he would've been absolutely pissed, I dread to think what would happen with Y/N :( not even Ranta would be able to stop him (doubt he could anyways but... yeah).

But post-failure, when he's finally realizing that maybe he's the reason his marriage with Y/N is shit... who knows :>? Let's not forget Naoya literally returned as a curse because he was too stubborn to admit defeat by Maki (and her mother) 💀 soooooo.......................

In other words, we don't know yet what's up with the letters :( there's too many things to account for, Hinata being busy, mail theft, outside forces working against Y/N, to find an appropiate conclusion. It could really be everything and nothing at the same time.

But I do know that all will be revealed in time :)

Once again, thank you so much for your ask 🥺❤ I'm so glad you continued to support this story even after my hiatus, and for that, I'll be eternally grateful 🥺

Hope you have a wonderful week, take care, and see you soon ❤❤❤

[m1ckeyb3rry]

LMAOOOO I LOWK FORGOT MEGUMI HAS AN OLDER SISTER wait you really actually just set yourself for karasuism like jjk you KNEW you were cooking was just paving the way for Karasu…wait this is actually crazy down to the details of the accent too and MEDIOCRE this was actually just a sign from the universe there’s no other explanation

OH YEAH those people who are consistently on the chigiri reo bff girlies agenda yeah i agree chigiris definitely closer to nagi imo it’s especially apparent in episode nagi and he DEFINITELY thinks reo is a freak based on BOTH of those additional times i never understood why people decided to put chigiri on the reo defender side exclusively

I constantly forget his name so you’re probably right LOLL also YESS if Shidou can help me get Karasu ill gladly go along with his shenanigans also wait Bachira helping otoya would be so funny because imagine Bachira tells him to do some crazy shit except it’s like a the complete opposite of typical otoya in the sense that it’s all just Bachira’s imagine of what he thinks is sweet and nice and since he was friendless growing up (oops) he’s very inexperienced so it’s on the complete opposite side of the spectrum from otoyas usual rizz shenanigans

Yeahhhh I wonder if a hiatus would’ve served gege better long run but it is what it is…and fr there was no sense of like achievement or the battle finally ending like what happened

LMAOA nagi in freaky Friday would be so funny because nothing would happen and I bet he’d think dealing with it is such a hassle so y/n is busting her ass trying to look for him to solve the issue (actually this would be kinda entertaining just to see everyone being like wtf why’s nagi actually speaking) anyways YEAH it was one of my gateway works into the bllk scene lowk still one of the better ones imo (also like one of the only ones er)

Yeahhhh the title just gives off that whole vibe and I’m immediately like yeah I don’t think I’d watch this but FR the birth of tullirin (??) so goated and OHHHHHHHHHH OK LMAOAAO ok yeah nvm wait actually do you remember the idea we talked about of rin getting second leaded by nagi or Karasu…I feel like those tropes kinda fit back in here and make both nagi and Karasu make sense in a way…I’m a Karasu glazer but I lowk feel like he could work too especially since it’s you writing LOL based off the whole kinda older more mature vs younger immature tropes plus their bickering vs acknowledgement (well this part is more on Karasu acknowledging Rin’s skills but anyways) but YEAH iirc someone just copy pasted the same prompt verbatim and mass blasted it to a bunch of writers I saw so many of those floating around and it had me like damn ok but also yeah im not typically an avid enjoyer of the love triangle with siblings trope either because of the same reason like at least if you’re not related it’s a lot easier to move on and never cross paths but imagine being forced to attend family reunions with that eek I like your take on it though since the source of the triangle is more so inline with their characters and motivations like sae with soccer and Rin’s rivalry as opposed to them really just fighting over a girl yk….anyways NAGI AND KARASU SUPREMACY REAL also that’s so funny Tullia being this aus pursuit yayoi kinda LMAOA

cries I think I really just need a new computer but it’s not at the point where it’s non functional so I don’t want to swap it out quite yet…I usually have to do like an annual storage clean out so I can catch up on any software updates that I haven’t done which hasn’t happened yet this year but hopefully soon

FR omg I had to haul a bunch of brainpower to remember but KUROO yeah the one people keep comparing Karasu to LOL but yeah anyways

LMAO THE POTATO CHIP ANALOGY IS SENDING ME BUT REAL I love finding little hints and Easter eggs so I’m all for the complex stories

Pause idk what you’re on about because this is really good??? Side profiles especially are hard to get right I genuinely think you should be in charge of episode Karasu he looks so good also THE LITTLE CHICK AHAJSJSHSKSJSJS

Cries yeahhhh this entire ship scene is just exhausting like if you can make claims about your popular ship and like “bring evidence” to back it up why do you hate on people doing that with other ships that are considered rare too?? Fr convinced it’s also that people just go with the easiest narrative that also fits their aesthetic values without actually deep reading but WHATEVER I’ll just keep my distance

I REMEMBER PEOPLE HATING ON GOJOHIME SM but I HATE how hypocritical those people are?? Like they were defending their stance with their life saying Utahime hates gojo as if they don’t ship a bunch of other people who were clearly rivals or not on friendly terms just because they thought they looked good (coughcoughkaiserisagivibescough) like hello just let people live gosh and I’m not even a shipper myself HELLO??? Wait did you actually get hate for reblogging that wtf that’s actually insane it’s not even a pair to be considered that rare because Isagi and Nagi interacted so much and have an established dynamic too??? BRO I LAUGH WHEN PEOPLE LEAVE THOSE COMMENTS like what compels you to emphasize the fact that you don’t ship it just say it looks nice and get out of here I was literally about to say Isagi lowk glazes Nagi LMFAO but yeah ANYWAYS

LAMAOAO BAROU HATER MOOD my fav I can so see him saying that about Aiku OTOYA CALLING DARAI STUPID HAD ME FOLDING the bit of hype and like frustration in his voice really came through nicely

SODHAKS DONT WORRY ILL ALWAYS BE HERE FOR SANE NORMAL CONVERSATIONS (if you consider Karasu glazing sane) LMAOAOA but seriously like on every platform too it’s just swarming with insane fans like damn this is why I closet this fact irl too like do NOT associate me with those people!!! Ok wait I think…..I know….but I’m ngl I rarely check notes I think I’ve seen one on your page once??? I can definitely imagine them though I’ll keep my eyes peeled in the future I think I only really ever read the notes for your posts and jeirins oops I also (as you know) have been basically just lurking so wasn’t fully aware of the whole group divide LMAOA I DO know there’s probably a raging faction of middle schoolers somewhere lowk sounds like a drama fest though….maybe I’ll do some research to stay aware but LMAOAOA REAL WAIT feel free to delete this one too after you’ve read and responded or wtv I’ll keep a copy of it in my notes so I know wtf I said

SHSHEHSHS ATAY SAFEEE getting sick is actually the worst experience in the entire world im like constantly washing my nose with saline spray to try to prevent anything

LMAAOOA i remember vividly the octopus but not the full context oops but that convo was SOOOO funny i love bullying miraverse Karasu and Yukimiya becoming his one sided opp is actually one of the best ideas to ever be conceived

LMAOAOA ok considering i know about your horse girl era/actual horse riding activities i feel like it’s not as out of pocket but for people surfing the tags maybe LMAO I actually love your takes on the fantasy genre because I find the cliches boring and usually a little too naive…? I don’t think that fully encapsulates it but it’s usually all the typical happy rainbow stories ykwim

LDMOAOS TY FOR THE OFFER I lowk don’t have any concrete ideas of how id want to pair fantasy but i will let you know if I change my mind!!! But omg I forgot people can deactivate and just disappear wait lowk isn’t that kinda scary like they just fall off the grid never to be seen again um anyways wait im crying that’s such an interesting combo?? LMAO talk about kinda niche but I bet you’ll put some magic into that

Also wait scrolling through your blog again and 1) WTF YOU CONVERTED TO ITOSHISM????? Ngl the moment you started wavering I had a feeling it was inevitable….does that mean it’s my turn too…… also 2) I CANT BELEIVE I FORGOT TO MENTION THE AIKU MEME IS SO FUCKING FUNNY LMFOWOAOSODJSOSKDJSKAIAOAO “wait that’s me” LMFAOSOSOAH sorry that was truly peak comedy also this should not have taken me like 1.5 hours to type wtf

- Karasu anon

HAHA to be fair gege did NOT do her justice like she was mentioned a lot in season one and also was like half of the reason the students got involved in the culling games?? but she was never really an active character or anything until the whole yorozu thing but that wasn’t even actually her so yeah very minor character (i mean at least she has a name which is more than yayoi can actually canonically say but yayoi is like miraverse canon so it’s different SDJFH) but yeah i was looking back and i was like ??? because okay sassy dark haired asshole is one thing that’s common enough there’s multiple characters even within blue lock who could fit that trope (like rin for example) but the single older sister?? the ACCENT?? calling someone MEDIOCRE (it only happens once that i remember but even that is crazy)?? i fr wrote this in 2022 so i was actually looking into the future or smth…maybe karasu and i are actually just meant to be like i love him so much that i influenced my past self somehow

I HAVE SEEN SO MANY POSTS SAYING THAT CHIGIRI AND REO ARE GIVING BFF VIBES IN THE ADDITIONAL TIME i feel like i’m being gaslit or smth like do we not all see chigiri’s face bro simultaneously dgaf and is mildly concerned for reo but they are not giving besties i think it’s time we reevaluate some of our friendships 😭 not making an actual post about this because 100% i’ll get jumped but putting it here for you and possibly jeirin (she sometimes reads our convos i think HAHA) to see

chigiri with reo:

chigiri with nagi:

LIKE I’M CRYING THE DIFFERENCE IN HIS EXPRESSION ALONE SPEAKS VOLUMESSS actually i think part of the reo x chigiri bff agenda is because (perhaps subconsciously) people associate them as being the “feminine” counterparts of their duos?? whereas nagi and kunigami are the “masculine” counterparts so like by that logic chigiri and reo should be bffs in a #girlboss way but that’s inherently flawed because all four of them are guys in the same age group LMAOO like that doesn’t mean you should or shouldn’t ship them but it just means that they’re all on the same level socially?? i think i’m explaining this weirdly but like…chigiri and nagi don’t have a disconnect in any way (how you might expect a 16/17 year old girl and 17 year old guy to have) because they’re both dudes in bllk so there’s no actual default grouping that would connect chigiri and reo over chigiri and nagi the way “oh we’re both girls” might 🧐 i actually think the chigiri and reo bff agenda also plays into what we know about FANON chigiri more than CANON chigiri — we see both in canon and in headcanons that with reo, chigiri is very ‘sassy’ and giving advice and doing his hair and whatnot like it’s all very stereotypical 2000s romcom bff vibes?? whereas in epinagi and the main manga alike chigiri is very obviously a chaotic gremlin of a boy LMAOO like yeah he’s high maintenance but considering he’s on a team with BAROU it doesn’t feel out of place and he’s just very energetic and excited and hype?? for lack of a better word…like the teenage boy energy really comes through there and i think that’s another reason why to me chigiri and nagi just feel like sm better friends — chigiri is actually himself with nagi whereas he’s not really with reo (oops also this ended up being really long i actually went on a similar rant w jeirin earlier so my thoughts are collected and ready this time but anyways you know me always ready to defend nagi even if it’s only tangentially)

OKAY I WAS RIGHT IT IS IN FACT KEVIN LMAOAOA lowkey niko kinda gives kevin vibes actually like his americasona (?) would be kevin no idea why though LKSDHJFS but SO REAL if shidou’s methods work they work!! i lowkey would trust him to get me with karasu with my LIFE like i think bro would work some magic or smth to make it happen so i think you’re in good hands…okay wait that’s actually what i was thinking with bachira too like he actually makes otoya become rizzless but like personally i LOVE men w 0 rizz so i think it would actually 100% work on me even more than usual flirting 😭 also bachira is kinda childish right so i feel like his advice would be like “bake cookies for her 😄” or smth and otoya would be like hmm okay…ig…and then he’d do it and i would actually be in love with him because i think that’s so cute and sweet and so it all works out in the end (bachira actually has to do overtime keeping me away from the manshine city wing because as soon as i see nagi i am dumping otoya LMAOO…abt to show blue lock a REAL break up)

the saddest thing is like one of my mutuals is playing phantom parade rn and they’re just talking about how there’s so much content and so many scenes expanding on the characters that they wish would’ve been in the main manga and i agree!! i think jjk overall would’ve benefitted soo much from having time to breathe and allow the characters to actually interact/like each other 😩 but oh well it is what it is atp

lowkey nagi freaky friday would be really really funny now that i’m thinking about it especially if reader is like fwtkac reader?? how she’s super smart and sassy and popular and outgoing and whatnot (freaky friday reader is a bit more nagi coded so it wouldn’t be as funny)…i imagine nagi would just make up some “i’m sick” bs to skip school and ofc reader NEVER misses school unless absolutely necessary so no one questions it (they’re just worried about her for the most part meanwhile nagi is at “home” [aka reader’s room] appalled by how low leveled she is in every video game [she never plays]) but then she pulls up as nagi and everyone is like WTF because she’s like dapping people up, absolutely crushing it in PE class, talking and befriending literally everyone, accidentally rizzing people up (since nagi is canonically cute but just kinda weird?? so i imagine if he shows up acting like reader people would be attracted to him) but then literally the next day nagi is back to being a loner except now he kinda follows reader around and nobody understands how that happened because she missed the day that he was actually #chilllikethat but somehow they’re like. in love now. and everyone has to accept that. bonus points if the body switch happens AFTER nagi and reo start playing soccer together so for one precious day reo is like WHAT THE FUCK because nagi is going OFF on the field and then the next day when nagi’s back to normal reo’s like “lmao were you possessed or smth” and nagi’s just like “yeah :x by y/n :x” and reo has no idea what he’s talking about so he just decides to never question it again or smth

okay see i think that would work if they’re both going for the same girl?? because then that dichotomy makes sense but if they have separate love interests i feel like it almost makes it feel a little awkward like oh one of us has a super mature cool love interest and the other…doesn’t…LMAOAO also i think people would think i’m just throwing rin in there because i like him when NO i just want him to be with tullia because it would be funny 😭 so i think nagi might be the only way to go (i think it’s so funny how we’ve had like multiple conversations about completely different stories and i’m like hmm who should i make reader’s love interest be and every time the answer is nagi like atp why am i even questioning it) actually wait lowkey if reader is with karasu i think that could be a good chance to do tullia x yukimiya i was thinking of her and otoya (because bff in fwtkac is meant to be a tullia variant and everyone loves fwtkac bff x otoya) but yukimiya would also work…wait copy and pasting is lowkey crazy work i feel like that would stress me as a writer out ngl because i wouldn’t want someone to think i’m plagiarizing them?? never gotten plagiarism accusations thankfully (i don’t think i ever will hopefully) but yeah that just feels like a sticky situation/drama waiting to happen 😰 and agreed can you imagine your new sister-in-law was almost your gf i would NEVER recover but yeah all of the love interests in that au are very purposefully done!! in the sense that it’s meant to reveal their characters more so than it is just simple wish fulfillment ☝🏻 like sae only understanding soccer, rin’s rivalry and desire to catch up to sae, otoya’s love of picking up bitches (/hj he’s not really a love interest…he tries rizzing up reader when they first meet but otherwise he respects karasu and is his wingman [karasu does not want a wingman but otoya is on it regardless]), how karasu takes the time to understand people (hence why he’s one of the actual love interests — he’s one of the only people who actually listens to and respects reader as a player instead of just being like “ooh girl”), and how nagi is really just kinda searching for someone who cares about him and for how his method of existing in the world (which is why he really just is like “wow nice pretty girl 🙂” for the most part like bro does NOT know what a crush is or anything he just thinks reader is cool but that’s what warms reader to him?? she’s like “damn a man with 0 romantic intentions…#needthat” and then she manifests it and ends up successful) LMAOOO PLEASE tullia is like reverse pursuit yayoi went from isagi to barou instead of vice versa honestly that’s the superior way to go though lbr 🤩 except i think isagi would still be her endgame (barou is kind of like her karasu ig you could say) but the barou arc is real true and valid

LDSKFJD I FEEL THAT like you don’t want to get around replacing it because it TECHNICALLY is working but it’ll be sm better once you finally do…i’m kinda in a similar spot with my headphones they don’t work half of the time but then half of the time they do so i’m like okay it’s fineeee but tbh they do in fact piss me off 99% of the time

LMAOO YES THAT’S THE ONE karasu is better though i think i’ve mentioned this to you before but like the hq characters just have such round heads you could literally use pi * r^2 to find the area and shit so i do not find them appealing in the slightest…one of my mutuals just got into hq so she’s been posting a lot and i’m like nah you could not pay me to find any of these men attractive also i can barely do the sports animanga life with bllk idt i’m built for watching any more and hq is like the most sports animanga to ever sports animanga so yeah you won’t catch me watching i fear!!

HEHEHE THANK YOUUU i feel like side profiles (specifically right side profile because that’s what i tend to sketch fsr) are the easiest for me to draw maybe because i don’t have to worry about the eyes being even and the proportions just make more sense to me or smth idk LMAOAO but i’m glad you liked it!! and YESS THE CHICK i like including silly little notes on my character doodles and at first i had written “he’s literally a baby chick” and drew the chick emoji but then i was like actually wait it’s cuter without the arrow and writing so i erased it and just gave the chick his hair and called it a day KLSDFJ

no because i think the obsession with ships needing to be canon MUST be stopped like yeah i recognize that your ship has xyz canon moments but why would i care?? i want this character to be in love with this other character who they have never interacted with and you’ll just have to deal with it…people use the “well MY ship is implied in canon so it’s OBVIOUSLY the ONLY ship possible” as this like moral superiority thing with shipping which i think is so stupid like this is all fandom stuff nothing is that serious ship what you want you’re not doing a disservice to anything or anyone by doing so

people do the MOST to hate on gojohime like yeah i don’t ship it either but i can see why people would?? like it’s a fairly common dynamic even in anime too and people are always like “no it’s problematic because she actually hates him and so we’re normalizing that girls should be with men they hate and that teasing someone is a valid form of liking them” and i’m just like okay so this is not in fact real life…you don’t see people saying liking toji means that you’re condoning murder right?? same premise (kind of) like at the end of the day it’s not that serious!! and no HAHA i did not get hate for reblogging but i wouldn’t have been surprised if i did yk DHKJDSF YEAHHH ISAGI IS LOWKEY NAGI’S BIGGEST GLAZER i would say behind reo but honestly isagi’s out here calling nagi the “god of soccer” and shit so i do think isagi kinda has reo beat JSFLSJKD

BAROU IN HIS HATER ERA WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS unrelated (well kind of related) but i love how the studio has been drawing barou this season i think he’s been promoted to fav status as well as otoya which i am ABSOLUTELY hype about because barou is soooooo 🤤

LMAOOO REAL THIS IS WHY NO ONE I KNOW IRL IS AWARE OF MY FANDOM ACTIVITIES okay but actually once you start noticing it it is SO funny like each group has their own dialect atp too like i can read a comment and tell which group someone is a part of (if any) it’s lowkey hilarious to me none of it is real it’s literally all just people 16/17 and under for the most part (and that does in fact come with drama and silliness as expected…at least from what i see as on onlooker and based on things i see on my dash) LMAOAOA that’s why jeirin is the only mutual i talk to consistently nowadays #adultsunite anyways if any of them happen to be reading this uhhh sorry don’t let me yuck your yums or anything like that 🙏🏻 please continue to have fun amongst yourselves and stay in school and whatnot

BEING SICK IS THE WORST FOR SURE but sometimes i like it because then i can boss my brother around extra and i have an excuse to be super lazy…pros and cons to everything ig but yeah fingers crossed i’ve not been hit with anything too horrible yet so hopefully it stays that way

okay so erm…development…i can now proudly say that i have written a 2k word carnivorous pegasus birth scene LMAOAOOA this is the most insane answer to a request probably ever like i’m still crying over the fact that those words can be strung together and mean something 😭 people who just are browsing the sae tag are abt to be in for a WILD ride if they happen to click on this one LMAOAO horse girl mira truly shining through rn (or imagine someone reads seabird and goes to read this thinking that because i wrote him all cutesy and normal in seabird that’s what the vibes will be again but then they’re hit with. uh. well. 2k word carnivorous pegasus birth scene) but yeah ikwym like people can have a very narrow imagine in their mind for what fantasy is and so it ends up being very cliche feeling and just not really deep in storytelling or characterization or anything?? the worldbuilding also suffers for it because people will rely on genre conventions and general knowledge to write a generic medieval/renaissance europe fusion thing and call it fantasy but the genre is sooo broad honestly that there’s sm more to explore which ends up being so much more fun and rich and enjoyable (if not to read then at least to write) i wish more people would do alternative takes on fantasy but i also get why they don’t…i’m lucky in that both of my fantasy reqs have been from mutuals who trust me and my vision completely and also have read previous insane fics of mine so i don’t have to worry as much about disappointing them but i do think i’d be more hesitant to let loose if it was a req from someone anonymous or who i didn’t know well or anything

LMAOO KEEP ME POSTED there’s a lot of tropes that also just weren’t used at all so if any of those strike your fancy def go ahead and #senditover…yeah mutuals of mine will deactivate every now and again and i always hope they’re doing well wherever they are 🥹 sometimes i contemplate deleting tumblr when i’m stressed out by people being silly but a) i probably/definitely won’t and b) if i do i’ll definitely give you some other place to talk to me like discord or smth so that i don’t entirely lose the people i actually enjoy talking to?? since the few mutuals i talk to consistently all have me on instagram or discord or something along those lines so if i do ever deactivate i’ll still be able to talk to them

HELP I WAS LOWKEY SURPRISED basically they sent in an ask asking for charizard (fire/flying) with hiori and i was like ok…gave it a bit to see if anyone else would say anything and then i was like okay charizard hiori anon if you can tell me who you want as a second lead before someone else sends a req in i’ll add it to the last!! now i was fully expecting like isagi or karasu or maybe rin or something and then they whipped out YUKIMIYA and i was like ??? because me personally i would never choose hiori over yuki…sorry hiori fans but yuki is simply that guy!! but according to them they just like the bm boys’ dorm dynamics and they didn’t want kurona so they were between yukimiya and isagi and just went with yukimiya i was like huh cool ig 😭 i’m sure i’ll figure smth out though even if some suspension of disbelief may be required (because again…why would i go for hiori is KENYU MF YUKIMIYA IS INTO ME)

STOP YES I DID I THINK HE KICKED REO OUT OF MY TOP FIVE it’s nagi karasu barou yukimiya sae in that order now LSKDJFS but i’m still reluctant to admit that i’m a true fan of him…the process of writing the request for him and getting comments on seabird made me realize that he’s actually really fun to write/do requests for (which good thing i think that because i have quite a few requests for him i fear) and then i saw an edit on tik tok and he just looks so SINISTER in it somehow?? and i was like ok i have to admit it i like him…i think i predicted way back in my “finally finished season one” post in the spring that this would happen LMOAO i literally said in the tags iirc that we were in an enemies to lovers arc so ig we’re finally nearing the finish line 😓 dw though i mean i’ll gladly drag you down with me but i will forever be a nagi glazer first a karasu glazer second a barou glazer third and everything else last so like don’t expect me to make a sae theme or anything like that HAHAHAH and PLEASEEEE OMG I WAS CRACKING UP MAKING THOSE MEMES the oaeu one with barou responding to aiku’s comment and niko saying he looks like tyler the creator as well as the nagi + zantetsu ones are my favs i think also i’m annoyed because the otoya and yukimiya one cut the funniest part out but you can’t tell it did LMAO the bottom part says “edit: nvm you can just talk to them” which is so otoya to me somehow LMAOOO like the meme without that part is also funny but that’s the best part #fucktumblrformatting anyways i think a lot of the bllk memes tend to be either very brain rot based or like heavy on the fanon characterization plus they always do the same couples of duos (chigiri + reo, nagi + reo, shidou + sae, isagi + whoever they ship him with) so i tried to switch it up, include some diff pairs as well (like karasu + hiori, oaeu trio, and nagi + zantetsu), and picked less common memes HAHAH OKAY WAIT ALSO THE KAISER ONE IS MY FAV I WAS SOOOO SCARED TO INCLUDE THAT ONE I THOUGHT I’D BE CANCELLED FOR NOT TAKING ABUSE SERIOUSLY BUT IT WAS SO ISAGI AND KAISER like the “my mom’s hitting me i’ll text you when we’re done” “kk no worries” is PEAK kaisagi dynamic sorry not sorry anyways i’ll probably make more at some point because i was literally dying making them but it’ll probably be a bit before my meme stores a replenished enough for another post so that’ll be something that i don’t do again for a bit i think ☝🏻

OOH wait speaking of edits it’s been a while here are a couple more (that AREN’T of sae like the one from the prev paragraph)

NAGI AND RIN WE ALL CHEERED

christmas nagi (sound is fr me)

nanami edit which i’m only including because i need the sound as reference (i’m a nanami hater i think he’s goofy looking tbh) anyways i NEED someone to edit karasu to this sound it just would fit him SO WELL KSDHDH

glorious boyfriend nagi doing his thing i actually have SO many edits of literally the same scene saved it’s just so peak

okay wait actually speaking of audios i need characters to be edited to…idk who this guy is i literally just looked up the audio and picked the first video that came up LMAOO but imagine the audio from this american football player edit used in a ness edit if/when he gets hype panels FJDHHDS LIKE DO YOU SEE VISION…ABRACADABRA…BECAUSE HE’S THE MAGICIAN…anyways

ignore rin anyways KARASU AND SHIDOU MENTIONED

CHIGIRI CLUTCH AS USUAL

canon oaeu moment

this is the shidou and karasu dynamic TO ME LMAAOAO

sigh i’m still not over him in this episode he’s so dreamyyyy

[billyhargrove-s]

Night's like These

a/n: is billy OOC? possibly. do I care? not really <3. enjoy

request: What about Billy seeing his s/o and (step)sister getting along? Maybe they are dancing together?

relationship: billy x f!reader

warning: fluffy, mentions of Neil, I think thats it.

Many nights, Billy found himself staring at you in wonder. Tonight was one of those nights. When Neil found himself in a fit of drunken rage and Susan had practically begged Billy to take Max with him to your house for the night. Things had gotten better between the two of them, he liked to think that you were the reason for him mellowing out a bit and being nicer towards the girl. Well, then again he knew you were the reason for a lot of things. 

Just like how right now, you were blaring Kate Bush through a Karaoke machine and forcing him to listen to the two of you singing poorly as you danced around each other. An hour prior, Max had been anxious about leaving the house where her mother dealt with Neil, yet somehow you managed to calm her down with a promise of a fun filled night. 

No matter how much Billy wanted you to be all his for the night, and sweep you away, he knew how much you loved his sister and saw her as your own. Instead of interrupting the two of you and your impromptu girls night, he ordered a pizza and sat himself down on the couch, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. 

He never understood how someone so loving, and caring, wound up with him. It was like you were sent from above to set him on a straight path. After meeting you there were less fights at school, less fights with Max, and he was overall a nicer person. Of course, he was still overprotective about everything and god forbid someone looked at his girl, but with you, he felt at peace. He was carefree and never worried about anything other than being a good boyfriend to keep you happy and with him. 

He laughed as you collapsed on the couch next to him, absolutely breathless from belting the last lyrics of whatever song you were singing. Your head was in his lap, hair splayed out underneath you and Billy put his hand on your thigh, squeezing it. 

“That was great babe.” He praised, even if it was anything but. 

“Thank’s, I think I can give Kate Bush a run for her money.” You told him, reaching for his face to bring it down to your lips. He smiled into the kiss before pulling away to look down at you in total adoration. This was his life, you were his life, as much as he hated to admit it these nights where you and Max got along like you’d known each other your entire life were his favorites. He knew you’d always wanted a younger sibling, and Max was the perfect surrogate for that. 

“Hungry?” He asked playing with your hands. There was never a moment where Billy wasn’t touching you in some sort of way. He always had to have one hand on you at all moments. You were his home, and just touching you in some way made him feel secure. 

“Starving.” Max said from where she laid on the floor next to the karaoke machine, staring at the ceiling. “I think I might die if I don’t eat something soon.”

“Oh so I should cancel the pizza?” Billy asked taunting his sister causing her to roll her eyes and flick a hair tie at him. While things between the two used to be tense and that would’ve caused a screaming match, now it just felt like something normal. Like they’d grown up together and had always taunted each other for

“You do that and you’re no longer invited to girls night.” You said pouting. “You’ll have to sit in your car and think about all the fun you’d be missing out on.”

“Or the pitchy singing, my ears might thank me.” Billy teased and you playfully smacked his chest. 

“You jerk.” You told him with a laugh and he smiled lovingly at you. The doorbell to your house rang out and Max rushed to get the pizza, grabbing Billy’s wallet from the coffee table as she did. He didn’t even protest, he couldn’t care less about buying. He’d do it a thousand times if every night was like this one.  

“Have I ever said that I love you?” He asked quietly, kissing your lips in a slow and delicate way. 

“Once or twice.” You spoke giving him another soft kiss. 

“I swear I’ve said it more than that.” He said with a lopsided smile. “How could I not? You’re perfect in every possible way, and don’t even fight me on that because I’ll spend every day of the rest of my life proving it to you and reminding you how much I love you.” 

“I love you more Billy.” You whispered giving him a final kiss, sitting up as Max came back to the basement with the pizza in hand, tossing Billy his wallet. 

“Always trying to one up me.” He muttered, opening the box and taking a slice for himself. 

“Should we watch a movie?” You suggested to Max who was busy stuffing her face with a slice of pepperoni pizza. 

“Absolutely.” She said, looking like a chipmunk with the amount of food stuffed in her cheeks. 

“Alrighty you get one set up, I’ll grab some blankets.” You told her before turning to Billy. “Are you guys spending the night?” 

“If I had the opportunity I’d spend every night with you Y/n.” He said with his signature grin on his face. He knew his dad wouldn’t be as mad about not coming home if Max was with him. He’d deem is sibling bonding and wouldn’t argue as much about spending the night at his girlfriends house.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” You said, kissing his forehead and grabbing some blankets from the linen closet and throwing them at Billy. He smiled as you sat down next to him once more and spread the blanket over the two of you as Max popped a VHS tape into the player and ran to the couch, sitting on the opposite side of you. “What are we watching?” 

“Texas Chainsaw Massacure” Max said with a grin, and Billy sneakily handed her a five dollar bill as he put his arm around you. They had an unspoken deal, you hated horror movies. But Billy loved the way you curled up next to him when they were on, so Max picked a scary movie, you cuddled Billy a little bit closer and she got arcade money. 

“Oh god I hate this one.” You mumbled, even if you didn’t really hate it, you just hated trying to sleep after watching it. Billy squeezed your shoulder a little tighter and you leaned on him as the movie started. You jumped as Leatherface claimed another victim and Billy laughed as you dug your face into his shoulder. 

“Don’t worry I’ll protect you.” He whispered, kissing your temple. 

“Barf.” Max muttered from beside you, despite thinking how cute it was the way Billy was always reassuring you of your safety. 

By the time the movie came to an end, you were asleep leaning on Billy and Max was half asleep using one of the throw pillows and laying in your lap. He chuckled to himself, wishing he could capture this moment to look back on forever. He smiled and pulled you closer to him listening as you grumbled in your sleep and wrapped your arms around his waist, squeezing him in a hug before falling back asleep. He was cramped, and tired, and the couch in your basement was tiny, but he wouldn’t change a thing if it meant he could spend more nights like this.

[azsazz]

About Last Night

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Req from @noteonthepolaroidpicture : all of the baby bats either in velaris or in some other court (maybe autumn n they’re older along with Maude or something) plan to sneak out and go to Rita’s (or some bar in another court) and baz is very much ‘they cannot catch all of us’ and of course they all get caught but it’s a very admirable effort by them. And Knox is very much ‘I told you’

Warnings: Creepy guy hitting on Zuzu and Asteria, drinking, partying, mentions of blood.

Word Count: 5,211

Notes: A little taste of the older bat babies a lot of you have been wanting. Enjoy! 🥰

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“Look Giddy, I know you want to see your girlfriend and all that, but if we get caught, we’re in deep shit,” Wren argues, a stern look on his face and arms crossed tightly over his puffed out chest, trying to seem like he’s the one in charge.

He isn’t.

“If we get caught,” Gideon defends, before adding as an afterthought, eyebrows furrowed, “And she’s not my girlfriend.”

He rolls his eyes at all of the knowing looks his sisters and cousins give him at that little statement, cheeks tingeing red in betrayal.

“Besides,” he brushes off, coming around to Baz’s side. He slings an arm over his cousin's shoulders, an easy grin replacing the frown he’d just been wearing, knowing the younger male will be the easiest to convince to agree to his antics, “If we don’t go, we’ll have no cool stories to share when we’re older.”

Wren's mouth parts, another protest on the tip of his tongue but Gideon’s quick to cut him off, “And, if you don’t think that our parents are guilty of sneaking off you’re only playing yourself, Wrennie.”

The latter cringes at the use of his childhood nickname, sharing a look with Nyx.

“You’re not talking about a different bar Giddy, you’re talking about a whole different court,” Sif wrinkles her nose at her older brother, and Castor agrees.

“And one in Autumn.”

“Fine,” Gideon responds breezily, but the rest of his family knows he’s not about to let this crazy idea go. “Stay here. Go to the same hole-in-the-wall our parents have been going to for centuries. Baz and I will go. Right Bazzy?”

Wren's younger brother takes a moment, looking around the circle at each of his own siblings. Wren, with his wide eyes, pleading with him silently not to agree. Zuzu, looking as bored as ever, giggling with Asteria over some male she’d seen in Summer. Jax is as stoic as always, but that pinch in Baz’s gut tells him that his younger brother could use the excitement.

And the twins. Malos, who’s picking the dirt from under her nails with the curved tip of her most precious blade, smirking while Knox speaks into her mind–

The group startles as someone stumbles out the backdoor of the bar and into the alley, clearly drunk out of their mind. The bassy music and loud conversation spill from the building until the heavy door swings shut, cutting it off abruptly.

The male digs deep into his pockets, grunting as he struggles to free his hand from the tight fabric once he’s grasped whatever is so important, unaware of the eleven sets of well-trained eyes watching him, grinning triumphantly when he produces a thickly rolled snout.

He places it between his lips, bringing his free hand to the end of the joint, and with the snap of his fingers a flame flickers to life. Knox’s brows twitch while Malos’ eyes widen with intrigue at the blatant use of magic.

The male hadn't noticed the large group of young adults arguing, for they’d all gone silent in his presence, watching the drunkard struggle with his treat. He suckles at the tip of the joint, holding his breath to let the smoke leech into his lungs, before exhaling all of his worries away, white smoke curling from his mouth like the few shadows sweeping around the group protectively.

Mirthroot.

The male coughs into the crook of his arm at the strong flavor, the smoke sticking to his throat, and finally seems to realize that he’s not alone. He blinks once, twice, trying to clear the glaze from his vision.

He staggers closer to the group, not picking up on the way they all bristle, wings tucking closer to their backs with tension.

It’s Zuzu and Aster he stops next to, of course it is. They’re dressed scantily, ready to head into the bars and immediately wander off from the rest of their families in favor of prowling the dance floor for potential suitors, waiting by the bar drinkless until males and females alike send one their way.

Zuzu looks over her shoulder at the man. He’s a half head taller than her in her heels, not handsome, but not quite ugly either. So she forces her red painted lips into a sultry smile, batting her eyelashes, the face she’s mastered, one that will get her almost anything she wants from any stranger.

It works, the corner of his mouth lifts in response, gaze flicking towards Asteria who’s also smiling at him like he’s the most handsome thing they’ve ever seen, watching with round eyes as he brings the joint to his mouth for another drag, pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

“Two very pretty girls,” he grins, sidling up close to Zuzu. His voice is like gravel, like he’s smoked a tinge too much mirthroot tonight, “Might I have the pleasure in–”

“Yes,” Zuzu agrees immediately, plucking the joint from his grasp. The male’s mouth parts in protest but Asteria’s stepping forward, trailing a red dipped nail down his alcohol stained shirt.

“We’ll look after this while you go inside and get us some drinks,” her smile is alluring. He seems to mull it over for a second, hazy gaze drifting down to where her hand is on his chest, up to her gleaming violet gaze and then over to Zuzu, who has his joint hanging limply between her clawed fingernails.

He agrees then, stumbling back a step as he rushes to get the pretty females their drinks, calling over his shoulder in a rough slur, “Be right back. Don’t go anywhere, pretty girls!”

Malos makes a face while Castor seems awestruck at her older cousins who snicker to each other as the male gives them one last eager look before dipping back inside. They mentally take notes at how easy Zuzu and Aster have made it look.

The males of the group relax slightly now that the male has swooped inside like a knight on a mission from princesses, although, they suppose that’s nearly what they are, with their parents titles. Tension melts from their tight wings. It’s much too early for their talons to be ruffled by some asshole in the street.

“You’re not going to smoke that, right?” Nyx points disgustedly at the man's joint in Zuzu’s grasp.

She rolls her eyes, red lips curving into a wicked grin as she stubs it out on the side of the building and holds it up with sparkling eyes.

“Let’s see what this will get us in Autumn.”

“Not you too,” Wren groans, brushing a hand through his dark hair, free hand on his hip. He looks towards Jax and the twins for some sort of reinforcement, even though he’s the oldest of the six.

“Knox says we’ll get caught,” Malos provides in a bored tone, sheathing her knife and crossing her arms over her chest. She doesn’t want to burst Wren’s bubble, but a part of her is itching to go, to explore a different court.

Wren breathes a sigh of relief but it’s short lived because Baz’s mouth curls into a splitting smile. All of his siblings groan at the sight, knowing exactly what that look means.

“Anyone else care to wager how far we’ll get before mom and dad find us?”

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

Maude Vanserra meets them at the border of Autumn, her younger sister and brother in tow.

She’s thrown herself into the arms of Gideon, who, despite telling his sisters and cousins that Maude is not his girlfriend, secretly is.

Juniper perks up at the sight of Sif and Castor, nearly flinging herself into a group hug with her two best friends, while Rook grows smaller under the lingering gaze Malos throws his way. The youngest has been forced out of the palace by his sisters, who, for once, actually want him to go out with them.

He’s a dashing young male, with his unruly amber hair brushed back from the glowing embers of his eyes, a crisp white shirt hanging off of his thinner frame, the first two buttons undone in haste.

He’d much rather be at home, reading strategy books or playing whatever wraith he can find in a game of chess, especially when he catches sight of Gideon and Baz, two of the loudest troublemakers in Prythian.

“C’mon,” Maude squeals, grabbing Gideon’s hand and tugging him along to the front of the group, “Let’s get this party started!”

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

Chlo’s is nestled in the foxholes of the Autumn Court, a place where none of the Night Court children had been before. In fact, they're pretty sure they aren’t allowed to be in here, not because of who their parents are, but because the city reminds them of Velaris, hidden and protected from above ground.

There’s music in the streets, not dissimilar to the music found in the Night Court. Bonfires litter the foxholes as they walk, males and females alike gather around the fiery pits, dancing and drinking and laughing the night away.

Knox shakes out his wings, brushing off the uncomfort he’s feeling from being unable to see the stars in the sky, sharing a look with Jax, who looks equally as uneasy.

He’s regretting not slinking away with Malos, who never truly let herself have a night off from Spywork, their shadows whispering in his ear her whereabouts.

Even Wren has given up on complaining once they’re entered the bar.

It’s nothing like Rita’s, that had been around for ages. Chlo’s is all dipped cedar and dark pine, flanked by a pristine cafė and a rundown storefront that claims to do psychic readings. Faelights beam in colored glass jars that are swinging throughout the room like strobes. The folk music from around the bonfires disappears as the plucky strumming of the guitar and deep bass of the drums plays unabashed, the bodies of fae and creatures alike gyrating to the lust lined music.

“Now this is awesome,” Zuzu breathes, dark eyes casting around the room in wonder. She peels away from the group with Aster on her heels, mirthroot joint tucked behind a pointed ear as they beeline towards the bar, eager to try the autumnal flavored drinks.

Castor, Sif, and Juniper head for the dance floor, giggling like school girls as they slip through the crowd with ease, hands linked together like the flower children of Spring.

Even Jax seems to be feeling lighter, absorbing the would-be overwhelming emotions filling the space, had he not mastered his powers at a younger age. The air is filled with excitement, carelessness, and a hint of lust that makes his throat thick. His hazel gaze glosses over as he revels in it, mouth twitching into a blissful smile.

Nyx and Wren find them an unoccupied table, settling into the chairs with minor struggle, the wings at their backs shifting awkwardly to wrap around the backrest. Jax slips into an empty seat without complaint, looking lighter than he has in years, while Knox kicks out another with a heavy boot, flipping it around to straddle the high back of the chair, wings resting comfortably at his back.

Baz, Gideon, and Maude move towards the bars for drinks, leaving Rook standing nervously at the table full of tall winged males, clad in all black and as intimidating as the cauldron itself.

He really should’ve stayed home, the youngest Vanserra thinks as he slumps into one of the empty seats.

Knox blinks, looking around the bar with all-seeing eyes. He hasn’t called his shadows back, figures it would be safer for Malos to have them creeping along with her while she’s snooping through the Autumn Court. He sends her a mental note not to stay out too long, to which she replies immediately, Missing me already?

Dearly, sis, he replies with a roll of his eyes.

Her laughter echoes in his mind and with quick word that she’s already on her way back to meet them, she’s gone.

Knox tries to settle into his seat, but finds himself at a loss. Malos is on her way and he’s with his siblings, but the bar is nearly too dark for him to be able to sign across the long table to Wren on the other side, and he isn’t sure how to conversate with Rook, if he even knows sign language, and Jax seems to be strangely in a world of his own right now, so fiddles with the thick ring on his finger while he waits for his drink.

Wren and Nyx are in deep conversation when a tray full of drinks slams down on the table between them, held by a grinning Baz.

“You’ve got to try these,” he exclaims, handing out shots to Nyx and his brothers. Maude and Gideon follow with their own trays, pitchers of drinks and a multitude of shots line each, presumably for the rest of their party.

Wren sniffs at the glass Baz hands him. The singing smell of alcohol burns the back of his throat and the tinge of cinnamon chokes him as he swallows the dark liquor down. He makes a face, frowning up at his brother.

“What in Mother’s name is this?” Nyx asks for both of them.

Baz shrugs, clinking his glass against Gideons and Maudes who’s cups are raised in a silent toast to themselves, “I don’t know but it’s awesome, isn’t it?”

The two oldest share knowing looks, well aware not to trust what Baz suggests because it’s most likely the thing that will get them in trouble.

Rook takes his like a pro, slamming the empty glass onto the table and quickly reaching for another. His pale, freckled cheeks have a rosy blush to them from just the first drink, and all of a sudden the first few undone buttons of his shirt don’t seem like they weren’t clasped because he was rushing, but now seems purposeful as his shoulders loosen with the alcohol.

The drink turns out to be some sort of cinnamon moonshine Maude had told them would put them on their asses when they’d each eagerly reached out for a second shot.

Jax forgoes the liquor, opening his senses more and more, letting the happiness and fun wash over him, loosening his tight shoulders. He turns to speak to his youngest brother, catching the prick of discomfort he feels when his eyes lock on a pretty female slinking through the crowd.

His mouth goes dry at the sight of her and he’s quickly mumbling to the youngest as he slides from his chair, “Be right back.”

Knox puffs out a silent breath as he watches his brother go, slinking through the writhing bodies with the stealth of a snake. He sits up in his chair, trying to follow Jax’s path but he loses him quick enough, slumping down, fingering the rim of his glass.

His dark eyes cut to the clock behind the bar, taking note of the time. He knows that their father is going to catch them, there’s a guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach that says so, but even so, it’s nice to see Gideon with his girl, his siblings letting loose.

If only he himself could do the same.

Rook looks as bored as he is, tipping back on the two hind legs of his chair, a drink clasped close to his chest as he watches with sharp eyes both the party members and the crowd around. Knox watches intently as the youngest male does so, the gleam of his golden necklace catches in the bouncing faelight but the shadowsinger can’t quite make out the shape of it.

He averts his attention before he gets caught.

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

Malos stalks into the bar thirty minutes later, her itch to spy around the Autumn Court unfulfilled.

She’d wanted to find out more about the shadow hounds she’s heard so much about, looking to try and lure one out with her own shadows, but hadn’t caught sight of one of the protected animals of the Court.

She pushes through the bodies without a care, and no one dares call her out for her actions once they see her glower, the massive wings and fighting leathers. They don’t even know about the numerous weapons sheathed within them.

She almost wants one of them to bite back at her, stir up some trouble. Preferably someone at least twice her size or with a knack for fighting. 

She feels up for a little challenge.

But no one does, not even her older sister when she brushes through her and Aster, her shadows trailing her like obedient dogs.

Zuzu tugs on her hand but it’s not a fight she wants, laughing tipsily as she tries to get Malos to dance with her.

A smile tugs at the corner of Malos’ mouth, all she will allow before she’s twisting Zuzu into a spin, twirling her right into Aster’s arms. The pair spill into a fit of giggles before deciding to get another drink.

The younger sister takes the unoccupied spot next to Knox, scooping up an abandoned shot and knocking it back like it’s nothing. It’s sweet, the taste of cinnamon coats the back of her throat like syrup and she grimaces at the taste.

Not even her Aunt Nesta would drink this shit.

She doesn’t even get a chance to speak to her twin before Nyx is sliding into Jax’s empty seat, slinging an arm over her shoulders with an easy grin on his face.

Malos blushes at the contact, trying to shove the older male off of her. The heir doesn't budge, just plants a wet kiss to her cheek and beams, holding up another drink for her to take.

“Where’ve you been?” Nyx asks loudly–knowingly–in her ear.

She cringes away on instinct, glaring at the sly look on her twin's face, who blanches under her gaze, smartly averting his gaze to try and catch a glimpse of Jax.

She can smell the liquor on his breath. It’s hard not to, with all of the empty glasses littering the table. He’s faring better than Baz and Gideon though, who have their arms wrapped around each other's shoulders, drunkenly serenading Maude and Wren, who are only encouraging it.

“Around,” she replies smoothly, voice even like her father taught her.

If she’s going to be Nyx’s spymaster some day, she’ll have to keep practicing.

“You need to catch up,” is all he replies, cheersing his glass against hers.

Reluctantly, Malos takes the drink, glancing at Knox on the other side of her.

How much longer?

Should be any minute now, he replies, arms crossed as he leans on the tall back of the backwards chair, looking as relaxed as ever for someone who’s awaiting the downfall of their plan.

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

Baz should’ve seen it coming, he really should have.

But he’s having too much fun in the Autumn Court, with their fast-paced music, whimsical drinks, drunk and partying with all of his family. It’s everything he wanted tonight and more; dancing with the girls, trying to out drink his brothers.

His shadows are hissing in his ears but the bass is too loud and he’s not focused, can’t quite hear the urgency over the fun that he’s having. He bats them away when they ruin one of his toasts, and Rook nearly topples out of his seat when they skitter his way.

Three things happen all at once.

One. 

The shadows beneath the table awaken, shifting and slithering around each of the Night Court children’s ankles and pulling tight, chaining their legs to the ground.

They startle, sharing wide eyed looks between each other and harsh swallows of guilt, knowing they’re in deep shit.

Two. 

Sif and Juniper’s beaming smiles drop, looks of terror replacing them as they catch sight of the bulky figure striding for them. The crowd parts easily, some grumbling about how the night is going to turn chaotic from the sight of those broad wings, some sneering at the Night Court females.

Castor hasn’t noticed, back to the looming male. She’s having fun, buzzing from the spiced cider she’s had and dancing wildly to make her sister and Juniper laugh. Her eyes are shut tightly, grin stretching across her face so hard her cheeks ache, until she runs into the brick wall of the male at her back.

She spins on her heel, ready to tell them off but her mouth goes slack as she stares wide-eyed up at him, a firm frown on his face.

“Dad?”

Three.

A shadow crawls over the shoulders of the two females at the bar, drinking in the attention from a group of fit fae males while they await their cocktails of choice.

If they had been paying more attention they would’ve felt the rippling power throughout the nightclub, seen the fae lights flickering overhead.

They share a quick look and a low curse, before Zuzu and Aster paint on their most innocent faces as they turn towards the crow of darkness standing at their backs.

The High Lord of the Night Court stands behind them, arms crossed over his chest, a disappointed look on his face. Rhys has even put on one of his most extravagant crowns for the occasion, dark painted iron and gleaming onyx gems that drink in all of the light.

The young warriors surrounding them cower under the harsh violet gaze of the High Lord, slowly backing away in hopes he won’t notice.

“Let’s go,” he growls, grabbing each female by their wrists and winnowing away into nothingness.

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

“Knox wins, again,” Malos mutters, crossing her arms over her chest and rolling her eyes.

They’d all been dragged back to the Night Court without a word from their fathers, and now they’re all standing in a line before them, mothers and fathers furious with them for their actions.

Her twin looks down the line of siblings and cousins, a smirk on his face that clearly states ‘I told you so,’ but when his fathers withering glare turns his way he ducks down bashfully, shrugging in defense, signing a lame ‘I’m sorry,’ that he knows will do nothing to get him out of trouble.

“This isn’t something to be won,” Rhysand scolds. His heart hasn’t stopped racing since he’d learnt of his children’s venture to the Autumn Court. And while Beron was no longer an issue at hand, there are many other things that could’ve happened had he showed up any later. “This isn’t some game!”

Rarely have they seen the High Lord like this. Once, when they’d ruined a High Lords meeting by releasing a young snowcat they’d found roaming outside during their snowball fight in Winter, and the other, when they’d all banded together when they were young, trying to steal a slice of the enormous Starfall cake before dinner. The entire table had fallen to the ground, destroying all of the desserts in front of the entire party. They were sent to bed early that night.

Azriel hasn’t spoken. He’s absolutely fuming at what the children have done. A part of him feels so stupid, his shadows screeching in his ears hadn’t been enough to wake him from his deep slumber, after having taken you three times since arriving back from a long trip to the Steppes.

His children had done well in choosing tonight to sneak out, he had to give them that.

He doesn’t know what he’s going to do with them. Interrogate them all separately like he used to do when they were younger, though he knows that his children had learned some of his ways and have most likely made up a story to all tell their parents.

On the other hand, it’s quite obvious who the masterminds behind the plan are.

But Cassian asks anyway, slipping easily into the voice he uses when he’s commanding an army, “Who did it?”

For a moment, none of their children move. There isn’t a twitch of a hand, a flicker of a gaze to point out the culprit. 

At least, not until Rhysand and Azriel let their power leech a little.

That would always get them to break.

The rest of the children flinch, frantically pointing at Baz and Giddy, who sway in their spots, though they’ve seemed to sober up tremendously since getting caught, knowing they’re in deep shit.

They seem to realize at the same time that they are pointing at each other, frowning and protesting at the same time, “Hey!”

“Basil, Gideon, stay put,” Rhys’ tone is fierce, a pointed look pinning the two young males to their spots, “The rest of you, get out of my sight.”

None of the other children dare to respond other than quickly filing from the room with you, Feyre, and Nesta on their heels.

Azriel studies his son intently. His eyes are glossed over, cast downwards to the floor because he knows he’s in trouble. There’s a leaf shaped shot glass tied around his neck and Azriel can smell the stink of moonshine from where he stands.

Gideon isn’t much better off. Mouth bruised and neck littered with love bites from the eldest of the Vanserra daughters. His hair is a disheveled mess and his shirt is rumpled.

They look utterly guilty.

Rhys takes the lead. He’s acting as High Lord first instead of concerned father and uncle, since this incident is a multi court disaster, and he knows his brothers are too infuriated with their sons to speak right now.

“Do you know how much danger you could’ve put everyone in?” Rhys asks, violet gaze unwavering, “I had to send a raven for permission to retrieve you all.” He’s disgusted, they can tell. Baz can hardly look at his father, for fear of the utter disappointment he’ll see.

Gideon opens his mouth to respond but Cassian is quick to silence him, “I don’t want to hear it, Gideon. This is the most foolish thing you’ve ever done! And putting your sisters into that kind of danger all for a female? What were you thinking?”

His son shrugs, biting his tongue because he wants to yell back that Maude isn’t just some female. Baz tries, “But we had Wren and Nyx with us! And Malos and Knox! And Jax! We’re all trained, we know how to defend ourselves!”

He doesn’t know what’s worse. The fact that Azriel responds with an icy calmness, when Baz wishes he would raise his voice and scream at him, or the fact that of course, his father is right.

“That’s not the point, Basil. You may know how to defend yourselves, but in a different court, should something have happened, it would not be so easy to help you out of it.”

The shadowsinger’s frozen with anger, with fear. He’s immediately brought back to his childhood, when he was locked away from the rest of the world. If his children had been seized and locked away like he was…he can’t even think about it, the churning in his stomach is enough. His mind is racing a thousand miles a minute, and hasn't calmed since getting all of the children back to safety in the Night Court. 

He’s afraid he’s losing his mind.

A gentle thrum vibrates in his chest, like a purr. You, calling out to him through the bond, sensing and sharing his fears, but trying to be supportive in the only way you know how while you’re in separate rooms.

He eases only slightly.

“Your brothers and sisters are not spymasters yet, you should remember that,” each word tastes like acid, he hates the fact that he even needs to be having this conversation.

Baz’s shadows pick up on the well-hidden emotions of his father and his throat goes thick with emotion.

“Dad–”

“Enough, Basil,” Azriel raises a hand in response, shaking his head slightly, “Hear your punishment with no complaints. Then, we are going home.”

“Yes, sir,” he mumbles, cheeks burning with shame as he steps back next to Gideon to await his punishment.

Rhys looks back and forth between them, trying to decide a punishment worthy of sneaking out the court. He knows that Gideon is a young male in love for the first time, and his heart squeezes in his chest at the thought of what he was like when he was young and in love.

And Baz…he knows Baz means well, that he wants to please his siblings, wants them to have a fun time no matter what they are doing. He has much to learn, if he ever wishes to be as good a spymaster as his father or warrior like his uncle.

“Gideon,” Rhys starts and the older of the two looks up, ready to accept his punishment, “You’re to help Aunt Elain out in the gardens. You’ll be–”

“But what about my allergies?” he protests loudly. A harsh look from Cassian shuts him up, huffing quietly, “Yes, High Lord.”

“Basil,” Rhysand turns to his other nephew, “You’re going to spend one hour a day with Bryaxis.”

Baz’s mouth drops open in shock. He glances to his father whose eyes have widened only slightly, before they get that familiar gleam, and he knows he’s speaking to his High Lord.

You can’t put him down there, Azriel hisses to his brother.

And why not? Rhys’ brows twitch but he doesn’t avert his gaze from his nephews.

This is Baz we’re talking about. Baz and Bryaxis? I can’t even imagine the kind of friendship my son will have with the beast…what kind of trouble they’d get into.

Shit, you’re right, Rhysand agrees, before amending his punishment, “I’ve changed my mind. Baz, you will be bringing Amren her dinner for the next two months.”

“Fuck me truly,” Baz mutters under his breath because she’s a way scarier beast than the monster in the library is.

Gideon can’t help but to be relieved with his punishment, mild compared to his cousins. He’ll take an itchy nose over having to take blood to Aunt Amren anyway.

“And the both of you are on doubles for training until your father’s deem you sorry enough to stop,” his violet eyes cut to Cassian’s, then Azriel’s, a hint of amusement glimmers there before he finishes addressing the young males, “Starting this morning. At first light, which is now only an hour away. Rest up.”

They are definitely going to make their son’s hangovers a living hell.

Baz bites back a groan, shoving Gideon when the older boy starts for the door. He stumbles and throws a glare over his shoulder at his cousin, but chooses not to say anything because the entire thing was his idea and Baz hadn’t ratted him out, even though he easily could’ve.

“And one more thing,” Rhysand calls after them, and they turn slowly, a bad feeling settling in the pits of their stomachs. 

“You’ll be walking the stairs in the House of Wind, right now.”

“Try not to be too late for training, boys,” Cassian adds, siphons flickering with his words.

He owes Baz big time.

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Could u pls do head cannons of being Soda pops twin sister?!

A/N: Hey Non! I know you asked for a sister, but I’m gonna try and make these gender neutral so that everyone can enjoy <3 hope you don’t mind!

I think you and Sodapop are either gonna look exactly alike, or look completely different

There’s no in between

Like mirror copies of each other or two completely different people

Either way? You’re gonna look like a model, Hollywood superstar and draw in all the attention Sodapop will

You’re absolutely gorgeous <3

Being Sodapop’s twin puts you at about middle of the gang, age-wise, so you’re situated comfortably in the middle

You’ve got Ponyboy and Johnny below you, they both kinda look up to you

Dally, Two, and Darry above you, only one of them above you mentally-

I’m torn on how Steve would react to you being Sodapop’s twin?

I feel like you guys would either be great friends, like super great friends

Or he’d feel the same way about you as he feels about Ponyboy (can only stand you in small doses and barely talks to you)

I just feel like he might look at you like someone who would come between him and Sodapop?

If you guys are interested in that, I’m open to talking about it more but I don’t want to focus on that with these headcanons and make them sad-

More positive headcanon about Steve and Sodapop, the three of your are like the musketeers

Y’all get in so much trouble and I wouldn’t be surprised if you end up getting hauled in a time or two

Sometimes Darry bails you out, sometimes you’ve gotta call other people to get the cash so you guys don’t have to spend the night behind bars

You and Sodapop would probably have a shared room at some point in your life, due to the twinness and the limited space in the Curtis house

I think you guys take turns sleeping next to Ponyboy too <3

You both work at the DX!

I’m not saying that you’re a dropout too, I think Darry would have a heart attack if both if you dropped out, but you probably work part time at the station too!

The owners look at you like another kid, the three of you - I’m counting Steve - are like some of their favorite people

You and Sodapop are both probably pretty popular, he just radiates pretty popular boy energy and I’m sure it’ll carry over to you or you’ll radiate it yourself!

Darry’ll look to you to be an older sibling sometimes, he really does need someone to help him out in the adult roles in the household

But if you’re anything like Sodapop, you probably won’t be too much help-

I can totally see you and Two-Bit getting along with you!

He’s gonna call you Sodapop and call Sodapop by your name because he likes messing with the two of you

It doesn’t matter if you don’t look alike, Two-Bit really doesn’t care, he thinks he’s funny guys

Realizing I haven’t talked too much about your parents, so let’s do that? Shall we?

When you were little, like itty bitty babies, very newborn, I think Mr. Curtis had a really hard time telling the two of you apart, especially when Mrs. Curtis dressed you alike

She and Darry have been able to tell you apart from day one, they’ve always been able to know who’s who with one glance

Darry now has two younger siblings chasing him around by the time he’s only 4

I can totally see him trying to walk through the house and he’s got you and Sodapop hanging onto his legs (once you all get a little bigger) and you and Sodapop are sitting on his feet to keep him from going anywhere

Oh yeah, random last idea, Sodapop likes to tell people that you have twin telepathy sort of thing

He convinced Two-Bit that it was totally real and almost had Steve convinced as well before his mother and Darry called him out on it

[kaminocasey]

Some Apology

Summary: Kanan is tired of fighting with you.

Pairing: Kanan Jarrus x F Bridger sibling!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Suggestive Language, Angst

WC: 1.1K

A/N: Reader is Ezra's sister is an adult. Sorry if it's shit. I wrote it in like 30 minutes after wondering to myself why I don't write any Rebels fics. Attention KANERA shippers: Please don't attack me. I ship Kanera too.

Kanan Jarrus drives you insane. It isn’t a secret that you’re constantly angry with each other about something. Everything, actually. You don’t agree on anything.

“Maybe you should just… bang it out.” Sabine suggests from her top bunk.

“‘Bang it out’? Are you serious?” You peer your head out from your bottom bunk and glare up at her.

She looks down at you amused with a shrug. “I’m just saying. Maybe it’ll help?”

You roll your eyes and lay back on your bed, rolling over on your stomach so that you can bury your face in your pillow. Sabine has no idea what she’s talking about. It’s not as simple as “banging it out”. It’s just not. 

When you wake up, Ezra is in the doorway telling you to get up. He tells you it’s time for Jedi lessons, which you don't regularly attend since you're not a padawan by any means, but you tell him you’re skipping out on today. Ezra is your younger brother, with five years separating you. You’re honestly closer than close and he really hates it when you and Kanan fight. 

Ezra walks away and moments later, Kanan’s shaking you awake.

“Get up.” Kanan’s voice urges you.

“Don’t feel well.” You look up at him and he’s staring at you softly for once.

“Are you okay?” He rests his hand against your forehead, checking your temperature, and you feel your lips part. 

When you realize you’re staring at each other, you bat his hand away and roll back over on your side. He lets out a soft sigh.

“Well, we can do it later, just the two of us then.” He stands up.

“You realize how that sounds right?” You tease him.

You can practically hear the eyeroll. “Feel better.” 

“Thanks.” You murmur and close your eyes.

You know that he knows that you’re lying. You honestly can’t believe he didn’t call you out on it. Normally, he’d take the chance to call you on your shit. It’s not like Kanan would want to be alone with you if he had the choice, right? You decide to go back to sleep until Hera tells you it's time to get up so that you can help her with repairs to the Ghost. 

When you wake up again, you hear Zeb’s voice in your doorway. “Dinner.”

You sit straight up. Dinner? Did you sleep the whole day away? And did Hera actually let you? You get up and go find everyone crowded around the table set up outside the Ghost eating.

“You guys let me sleep?” You ask them, sitting down next to Kanan at the end of the table. 

“Kanan said you weren’t feeling well.” Hera tells you, smiling sympathetically.

You smile gratefully to Kanan and he bumps his knee against yours. You repeat the action and he rests his knee against yours. You let him.

Sabine raises her eyebrows at you as if she can sense something changing between you and Kanan. You shake your head and look out at the sun setting on the horizon as you eat. 

You don’t miss the way that Kanan rests his arm around the back of your chair when the conversation starts up after everyone’s done eating. You don’t make him move it.

After everyone is done, the stars are out and everyone is huddled around the fire that Zeb and Ezra made, still talking. Despite you and Kanan constantly arguing, everyone gets along pretty well. It took a while for you and Ezra to really feel like you belong. 

Kanan calls your name and you look up at him. “Take a walk with me.” 

You look over at Sabine leaning in the doorway of the ship, smirking at you. Kanan either doesn't notice or he just ignores her. You walk with Kanan down a ways from the ship.

“What’s up?” You ask him, looking up at the stars. 

“I think I’ve been a little too hard on you.” He murmurs.

You stop to look at him, eyebrows raised. “Oh?”

He smiles. “Do you think we could start over?” 

You lean against one of the rocks, out of sight of the Ghost crew.

“Maybe.” You smirk. 

“Maybe?” He grins. 

“I mean… that’s not much of an apology.” You shrug, still smirking. 

“Maker… you’re impossible.” He groans. 

You can’t help but laugh. “How about this… I’ll duel you for an apology. If I win, you apologize. If you win, I apologize. No matter the outcome, all is forgiven and we start over.” 

“You sure that’s a good idea?” He smirks, pulling out his lightsaber. 

You shrug again, pulling out your lightsaber. “I guess we’ll see.”

He grins, pulling it up to challenge you. You do the same. He lunges first. Your saber hits against his, both of your blues clashing, radiating warmth. He smirks, proud of you. 

“Good.” He approves.

You roll your eyes, spinning so that your lightsabers connect again. Your feet move together in sync. Perhaps if people saw you from far away, they’d think you’re dancing. You can’t help but smile at the man in front of you.

You pull your lightsaber up over his head and his weapon connects with yours again as your faces are mere inches from each other. He backs you up against the rock, never pulling his lightsaber down. You stay like that for a moment, panting, breathing deeply, staring into each other’s eyes. 

“What are-” You whisper but Kanan interrupts you by crushing his lips to yours. 

You sigh into it, as if your body is fine just giving itself to him. After all the arguing and yelling, your body’s just had enough. Both of your lightsabers turn off, falling to the ground as Kanan pins you against the rock. You moan against his lips and he smirks into it. 

How annoying.

He rests his hands on your hips, anchoring you down it seems. You throw your arms around his neck and he sighs against your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like whatever berries you were eating at dinner. You probably taste the same. Your tongues fight for dominance and he can’t help but chuckle. He knows. This is clearly new territory for the both of you. 

When he pulls away, both of you just stare at each other for a moment. 

“Uh… you dropped your lightsaber first.” You inform him.

“Absolutely not. You dropped yours first.” He groans. 

You can’t help but laugh at him, pulling him by shirt to you again, kissing him. His eyes flutter closed as you rest against the rock again. His arms circle around you, pulling you against him as close as possible. 

There is absolutely no way you’re telling Sabine that she might be right about this one thing.

“Is this you apologizing?” Kanan teases you.

“Shut up.” You pull him back to you so that you can brush your lips against his again.

Part Two

[munsnz]

Hii hope you're having a great week! If you feel like writing it i was thinking of a steve h x wheeler!reader, where they're having a dinner at the wheeler's and reader is nervous thinking it's going to be awkward and all but it actually goes pretty well.

LOVELY MESS — STEVE HARRINGTON

WARNINGS: anxiety, language??

PAIRING: Steve Harrington x GN! Wheeler! Reader

PSYCHOIE RADIO: What You Like — Wallows

L: Tysm for requesting anon!! This is actually something I’ve been wanting to write for a long ass time, and I’m so sorry this is a month late, I was In a rut for the third time this year, but finally, here it is!!

“Don’t worry, it’s going to be okay!” The kind-hearted guy, leaned towards you by the metal, old lockers, while you switched your books, shaking your head side to side, “Come on, whatever happened to Nance and I is over.”

Your eyes shifted to meet Steve Harrington’s, your 6-month boyfriend, who was also your younger sister’s ex boyfriend, Nancy Wheeler. Although she may have been younger, Nancy had it all, popularity, the smarts, and the looks, except you, the shadowed sister. Even your brother Mike Wheeler knew that Nance had outshined you, still being younger than you. That terribly tumbled apart as soon as Nancy confessed that she no longer loved Steve, telling him it was all bullshit, the words that hurt Steve those past nights.

You somehow got ahold of him, to get over the breakup as the two of you fought for the fate of the world along the group of kids, Mike’s friends, bringing you guys closer, leading up to confessing their feelings for one another.

“Steve I’d think it would be a bad idea.”

”How would it be a bad idea if we never tried it?” Steve cheekily grins, placing a warm kiss on your thin lips, smiling between them. You pushed his chest away with your hands, making him whine, “One more kiss come on! Or else we’ll have to go to the dinner!!”

You placed a notebook to block his wildly handsome face from kissing you again, giggling hysterically, “No, that’s my final answer.”

Steve had always been so fond about your family, the Wheelers, he knew Mike due to the previous events with the Mind Flayer and has met your mom when he was together with Nancy. But you still think it’d be awkward, you were going to bring your boyfriend, not your friend, nor Nancy’s boyfriend, but yours.

In denial, you always tried to not touch the subject, scared of it going wrong. As you saw Steve pout and cross his arms like a child, he mumbled, “I promised it’ll be ok, just let me go for once.”

”You already went to their house!” You squeaked as your palm hit his shoulder, slapping him playfully.

Steve raises his eyebrows, straightening his face while he sternly stares at you, “Yeah but I went as Nancy’s boyfriend, not yours right? So give me a shot honey.”

“I don’t know,” You started pacing along the hallway to get to class, knowing you were five minutes late, the weirdest thoughts flooding in. What if your parents don’t like the fact you’re with Steve? What if they prefer Nancy with him instead? What if-

Clearing his throat and whispering in your ear, Steve mumbled jokingly, “I know you’re overthinking Y/N.”

“Stop it!” You move a strand of hair from your face, clutching your books tighter, strolling away from him to the hallway of lockers, “What if it gets awkward? What if my parents don’t like the fact you’re with me!?”

”Can you at least think about it?” He shouts from afar, leaving his arms in the air, trying to get your attention while you tried your best to ignore him.

Soon enough, a teacher peeped their head out of the corresponding room towards the hallway for the source of disruption to find Steve’s tall figure continuing to get your attention, “Harrington! Off to class, you’re late!”

”Right! I’m sorry m’am,” Steve rapidly nods, zooming away to his Basketball period, where he knew for sure he’d get in trouble with the couch for being late. Still awaiting for his proposal to be answered with his loving mess, for a one of a kind dinner with your family, the Wheelers.

”Mike I swear to god you better not embarrass me!” You rush down the rug stairs, fixing your hair as you tucked it behind your ear, chasing your younger brother down. After Steve’s persuasion driving you nuts for that same day you both talked, you finally gave in to bring him over on a Thursday night under one condition, he wasn’t allowed to embarrass you or himself, just to keep things proper, and not awkward between your family.

As the days grew closer to the date of the dinner, the more anxious you got to the point you couldn’t bare to see Steve, keeping you and your thoughts to yourself for the past weeks. It was simple, a simple gathering with your family and boyfriend.

What could go wrong?

Everything and anything. From your parents making you look like a fool to be going out with your sister’s ex to Steve making a terrible impression on them although he’s met them already. You weren’t so logical, you were scared, not nervous but scared. What if this whole dinner would be an awkward disaster full of embarrassment and inconvenience?

But here you were, getting ready for the small event taking place in your home, chasing your brother to shut him up due to his witty comments. Now shoving your little sister Holly softly on the side to clear Mike’s path, he taunted, “Well I’m not the one kissing the pillow thinking it’s Steve! Mwah mwah!”

”Thats not true, Mike!”

You tried to reach to stop Mike from speeding through the kitchen but before you could make any other move, Mrs. Wheeler scolds at you two, “No running inside the house!”

”Sorry mom!” Both you and Mike loudly shout, slowing down your pace, suddenly catching up to Mike by dragging the collar of his blue striped polo.

As he squealed in pain and angst, you tackle him to the couch, tickling his sides on the soft brown cushion, “I got you! Now say it! Surrender!”

”Never!” His high-pitched giggled filled the cozy room, squirming under you, trying to free from your grip. Another wave of the tingles on his ribs were coming back, your fingers moving on his back.

You continued to make him laugh hysterically, lowering your voice to mimicking a villain both of you once watched on tv during a weekend night, “You must proclaim yourself as a liar! Or ye shall face the consequences!”

“I will not surrender-“

Instantly after the sharing of laughter being held by the siblings, you heard the rhythmic chime from the doorbell, Holly was making a fuss about her lack of apple juice in her sippy cup as Nancy tried to leave the porcelain plates on the clothed table in the dining room. You and Mike frantically got up from the couch after your mother was pulling you away apart, “Hey, he’s here!”

Shit.

You knew for a fact your loved one was here, an awful feel of unease aroused, making you tense unlike the past few moments before you heard the doorbell. Steve Harrington was here, at your door, for dinner with your family.

Gulping nervously, you hurried to get the door, but surprisingly Mrs. Wheeler got there before you could stand up from the comfortable couch, your heart pacing at an unstoppable speed, ruffling your top. Mrs. Wheeler opened the wooden door to find that same familiar, attractive face, both Mike and you peering on the side, roses in his hands.

”Mrs. Wheeler!” Steve kindly greets, handing her the bouquet of roses at the door, making her receive them with a soft grin.

“Hey there Steve- oh!” Mrs. Wheeler yelps when Mike harshly shoved you next to your mother, bumping shoulders with her, goofily grinning in front of him.

”Hi Steve,” You childly mimicked, but realizing the fool you made yourself look like, regretting your stupid action you made in front of your boyfriend.

As your mom signaled the brunette to walk inside the welcoming room, Steve lightly pecked your cheek, slightly bringing you closer to himself from the side as both of you solemnly walked inside the warm room. Watching the two of you, Mike made smooching and kissing noises behind you, kicking him in the shin, squeaks of pain coming out of your younger brother’s mouth in order for him to shut up.

And right as you saw Nancy slightly wave at him while walking off rapidly to find Holly for dinnertime, a sense of insecurity rushed in you. You leisurely shifted away from him, his eyes darting towards you knowing that something was up while Mrs. Wheeler rushed to the kitchen for the home cooked meal. Only 5 minutes in of the gathering and you were an anxious mess already, quietly panicking if anything else so terrible would happen, your fingers tapping the side of your thighs where they stood upon you.

“You know you can sit down right?” A gentle voice, your sister’s voice perked in the silence telling Steve. Nancy holding the little one in her arms, moved to sit Holly down as Mike lounged in the wooden chair almost staring you down jokingly to see your funny expressions.

Steve whips his head around, chuckling softly, pulling out a chair for you to sit in, “Yeah, this is why this is a dinner Nancy. You know, for sitting down and eating?”

A silence formed between the five of you, later on creating an awkward melody of chuckles being shared between Nancy and Steve, then turning away from each other, leaving this pit in your stomach at such uncomfortable state. Thoughts. Terrible thoughts rolled in meanwhile you sat which Steve offered to give you, Mike’s eyes widening while drinking the glass of milk being on the top of the table to try his best not to giggle.

Afterwards, Mrs. Wheeler interrupted the awfully weird silence with a fake, cheerful tone you knew wouldn’t be her usual self, carrying in the large plate with roasted chicken. She strictly ushered you and Nancy to bring in the rest of the side dishes from the kitchen out to the dining room as Mike and Steve chatted a little before your father strolled in to greet your boyfriend.

“Chill out Y/N,” Nancy places her thin hand on your left arm calmly, you turned your head around you understand what she was saying, “You seem tense, it’s okay.”

You scoffed at her comment jokingly, placing the bowl of greens onto the table when Nancy put the dish with fresh mashed potatoes as well. All of you took a seat, ready to feast, Steve clearing his throat to speak up, “Thank you so much Mrs. Wheeler for inviting me and for this wonderful dinner.”

“No problem Steve, ever since we met you with Nancy, you’ve been a great guy,” Your mother softly smiled, but changed her expressions once you shot your eyes towards her, “Anyways, enjoy the meal.”

Mumbles of thank yous and your welcomes being shared between one another, beginning to eat the delicious food for the evening. Shakily, you grabbed onto the silver fork, stabbing it into the chicken to eat it, the sound of plates moving around and cups being sipped, you decided to speak up, “Steve has been hanging out with Mike lately, they’re getting alone quite well.”

Your mother’s eyes widened, “Oh really? That seems like fun, having an older brother figure must be pretty cool knowing that Mike has grown up with a house full of girls right?”

Caught off guard from his meal, Mike hesitantly nodded while he falsely smiled, peering over to Steve for an agreement, “Yeah, Mike might be a little trouble with the rest of the boys, but he’s fun to be with at times.”

”A little trouble,” Your brother repeated jokingly under his breath, applying a mischievous look on his face, leaning back onto his chair, “I don’t think Y/N and Steve studying their human anatomy is-“

Before any reactions were being made from the regrettable comment your annoying brother made, Nancy slapped her hand across his mouth to shut up before he said anymore weird nonsense about you and your significant other. Steve worriedly glanced towards you with a beet red tinted face, almost wishing your mom hadn’t heard him while you stuffed your face trying to hide your expression.

“Michael what was that?” Mrs. Wheeler shot up a look towards your brother, laying her fork down with a confused face, “Human anatomy?”

In a stuttering mess, you tried to bring up some lame excuse to cover up along with Steve, you were sick to your core, knowing the stupidity that Mike claimed to be. It could be that your parents would say something terrible, you were flushed in multiple shades of red. You knew this dinner was even more terrible than expected, now your brother was making you and Steve look like a couple of fools, your hands sweating. Nancy chimed in to help between your idiotic stumbling, “It was this code name Mike used with the party and them.”

“Mmm yeah totally!” Steve wearily smiled, readjusting the hem of his red blouse he wore, watching you nod in response, a wave of relief washing inside you, “It’s the most oblivious things that are the most secretive, right Mike?”

Both you and Nancy darted a death glare towards the black-haired boy, who nodded rapidly under the threat of the siblings, “Yeah, Dustin was the one who made it up.”

”Kids these days,” Your father, Mr. Wheeler mumbles, slicing his part of the chicken in half with the butter knife as he shook his head.

Mrs. Wheeler humbly agreed, you mouthed a silent “thank you” towards Nancy’s direction, giving you a kind thumbs up later to kick Mike’s shin under the table, a quiet yelp escaping his lips for the second time. Later, feeling your hands gripping ever so tightly onto Steve’s large ones, being placed on your shaky leg.

Nancy brought up a conversation about an upcoming school event for the seniors at Hawkins High, Steve being able to catch up on the conversation. The mood was slightly calmer than it were before, things lessened up a bit as your harsh grip softened, feeling more balmy. Your boyfriend smiled, while looking off to your mom and dad who were intrigued by the conversation you were all having. Peace at last, worries washed away, it was okay.

Giggles and words were filled the large home, dessert was already handed out, Steve was on a roll to making your parents life along with your siblings, everything had merrily turned out great except the part where your mother talked about your embarrassing stories when you were little. This wasn’t so bad after all, Steve was definitely correct for once.

“Okay I have one more joke,” Your boyfriend sighed happily after the amount of laughter shared, your cheeks almost hurt from smiling too much. Steve set down his spoon then proceeded, “What did the grape say when they squished it?”

Everyone on the table shrugged, waiting for the hilarious response from him, Mike being close to burst into laughter before he said anything until Steve cleared his throat to answer, “Nothing, it just whined a little, get it?”

Once the joke was heard, your family surrounded the room with laughter, Mrs. Wheeler happily sighed after catching her breath, getting up to take the dessert plates back to the kitchen, picking one up at a time. Meanwhile your father and sister chuckled, you smiled like a freak towards Steve who was sitting next to you, holding your hand.

“See? I told you you shouldn’t have worried about his,” He whispers softly, giving you a light kiss, smiling as well, “You’re a lovely mess.”

You smacked his shoulder, earning a laugh from him, “I know I know, but at least I’m your lovely mess right?”

”Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Both Nancy and Mike, your siblings chanted with cheeky smiles plastered on their face, being in front of you and overhearing your conversation. Steve leaned in and shut his eyes to peck your lips, suddenly you placed a napkin in front of you to avoid him, catching him off guard. Such small act brought your siblings to laugh at him, he shook his head playfully, sniggering along. Maybe this wasn’t so bad, this brought all of you together, it was okay, no, better than okay. I guess it was just Steve’s lovely mess.

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[romanticandupsetting]

what it’s like being akashi seijuro’s sibling

to start off, you’re the younger sibling 

maybe four years younger than him

he definitely adored you when his mom was still alive but just like how he reacted to her death, he treated you just as coldly

even when he doesn’t talk to you very and acts as if you’re a menace, he would still care for you

just because he’s in a lot of pressure, doesn’t mean he’d completely forget how the both of you used to be like

he tried his best to take the pressure off of you as much as he possibly could

maybe even talked to his father to not put any expectations on you because he wants you at least enjoy things he couldn’t

you’re still young when he was in teiko so you weren’t so hateful of him that you wouldn’t go watch his games

but when you got into middle school, you might treat him the same as he does to you

he definitely matured after the teiko match and it also began with him trying to make it up to you

would try to make you breakfast

he’s literally perfect, he could do anything

he’d be delighted if you actually ate it

“nii-san.”

he looks up from his book. “yes, y/n?”

“uh, breakfast was good… or whatever.”

cooks breakfast for you everyday

he would invite you to watch his matches, whether they’re actual games or just practice matches

also introduces you to his team

they never really knew about you

they know their captain has a little sister but they only heard about you and eventually forgot about that detail

if akashi could, he’d like it if the both of you walked home from school and if he manages to leave early, he’d wait for you near the gate

would attract attention

you’d be embarrassed knowing that your brother waited for you

“are you uncomfortable?”

you deny it

when you both slowly warm up to each other, you’d definitely be more comfortable with hanging out

you and him would take detours and hang out literally wherever

you have the money, why not spend it

he would even let you put on hairclips on him even if he knows you’re just doing it to make fun of him

he would also be delighted to know that you’d like to join him when he cooks for you

he would still try to make sure your dad wouldn’t pay much attention to you

he would never want you to experience even a little bit of the hardship and pain he had

i don’t think he’s the type who would pry on you but he would literally listen to you rant about anything

the moment you open the door to his room, he knows what he’s in for

whether it’s about not liking the group you’ve been assigned with, or how your favorite snack isn’t being sold in the cafeteria anymore, or even how boring the teacher from that once subject is, he would listen

he might even help you with your studies if you asked

he wouldn’t offer it because he still wants you to learn things by yourself

if you come home crying, he’d be confused and frustrated

because who the hell had the guts to make you cry

would bring you to your room and ask if you’d want him to stay or not

emperor of consent

if you do, he’d sit on the edge of your bed or on the floor so he could face you

if not, he’d try his best to cook you a nice dinner that would be easy to eat

once you tell him that your s/o broke up with you, he would calmly comfort you but on the inside he’d be furious

he didn’t even know you had an s/o

when you’re asleep, he would think long and hard on what he should do to avenge you but in a way that you would not get mad at him if ever you found out

he tells his team the next day that practice is cancelled

they’re going somewhere else

on the way to your school, he would tell them a little bit on what happened and that he wants to talk to someone

he bought his team (friends) with him because if he did it alone, you might get mad

but if his team (friends) even went along with him, he could convince you that they also wanted to talk to your ex

well, they definitely did after hearing what akashi told them

though, no matter what happens to that piece of trash, akashi came prepared

“uh, nii-san, what’s…up,” you greet, definitely noticing his friends behind him.

if you think your brother caught attention when he was waiting for you so you both could walk home together, the stares now are definitely even more intense.

your friends definitely would ask you who the hell those people are tomorrow morning.

“oh, y/n, we planned to have a hangout after school and they suggested you could come along.” he looks at his teammates.

“yeah!” hayama agreed, grinning at you. “we wouldn’t want little akashi-san to walk alone from school.”

“uh- i still do that though,” you retorted.

“tsk tsk.” the blonde shakes his head. “little akashi-kun;”

“kun?”

“you don’t know what kyoto is like, young akashi.”

“yeah!” nebuya says, almost yelling as he does. “men are beasts, y/n-chan.”

“no- wait, no matter how it seems, you guys look like the beasts right now.” you sigh, and look at their vice captain. “could you be honest and tell me what’s happening, reo-nee.” you pout.

“y/n,” your brother calls.

“yes, ‘juro-nii,” you drag your words out as you speak.

“i have dad’s card.”

“what-”

[i-cant-sing]

I wonder what would happen if Y/N had a really bad day and just decided to pick a sibling from the Yan!Todoroki clan like a cat would pick its person and just?? Sit in their lap?? They'd say 'I had a terrible day, no torture today please' before taking their well-deserved nap lookin' all cute and peaceful. Then the sibling would be so proud and confused at the same time but really really happy like 'omg for real? Me? What's happening?? 🥺'. Bonus points if it's Dabi just having the widest grin on his face while staring straight at the rest of the fam seething with jealousy.

I saw your works btw and been inhalin em all cause they're all so good *chef's kiss*

-Vibin' anon

Yandere Dabi comforting sister reader

This is so cute omg. Thank u Vibin anon!

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Yandere Dabi:

Shotou had come to pick you up from school today. Even though he had a busy schedule himself, he still made time for you, just like the rest if your family.

"How was school?" He asked.

"Fine."

"Just fine? Wasn't your result supposed to come today?"

You nodded. "It did. I passed."

Shotoy smiled. "Thats great. Did you get your report card?"

You knew he was going to ask for it. You also knew that he already knew what grades you got.

You nodded and handed him the report card from your bag.

Shotou's face lit up when he saw your grades.

"You're first again. I'm so proud of you." He patted your head.

You smiled. "Thanks."

By the time you guys reached home, you already knew that your entire family was home. They always were when your result came. You knew the principal had already informed Enji of your grades, she always does.

When you entered the house, your family yelled "surprise!" You feigned shock as they hugged you and congratulated you on your achievement.

Rei had prepared a little feast for you, everything was made from scratch. Enji was beaming with joy, he was so proud of his little girl. Rei had made your favourite cake, kissing your cheek as you cut it. Enji had gotten you beautiful diamond necklace. Natsuo, Shotou and Fuyumi had gotten you some gifts as well, stuff you had vaguely mentioned about. Dabi wasn't home, but you didn't mind his absence.

Your family had planned to spend the night on the couch cuddling and doing a movie marathon, but when you asked them to excuse you for the night because you were feeling tired, they became a but worried. You reassured them that you just had a long day at school as well, and now that you were stuffed with Rei's delicious food, sleep was inevitable. They nodded, a bit sad that you wouldn't be joining, but understanding nonetheless.

You went up the stairs to your room, and as soon as you closed the door, the smile you had been displaying all night was wiped off.

You sat on your bed and recalled the events of the day. Tears pricked your eyes, but you kept yourself quiet. They're not worthy crying over, you reminded yourself. Still, you couldn't help but crumple up your report card and throw it in the dustbin.

Silent tears fell from your eyes, no longer being able to hold them in. God, its infuriating.

Suddenly, you heard someone knock on your bedroom door. You looked at the clock. 12 am.

Its Dabi.

You couldn't deal with him tonight. You remained silent, hoping he'd leave you alone.

But of course not.

You quickly turned away from the door as soon as you heard it open. Wiping your tears quickly, you heard Dabi come in.

"You brat. Why didn't you answer when I knocked?" He asked, pushing the door close with his foot.

"Leave me alone, Dabi." You were trying hard to stabilise your voice.

"Huh?! Is that anyway to talk to your favourite brother?" Dabi mocked as he pulled at your ponytail. You yelped before turning around to push him away.

Dabi was about to laugh at you when he suddenly noticed the your face. Your eyes were full of tears, lashes heavy with them. Your face was flush, your nostrils flared, your lips in a pulled in a tight scowl. Had you been crying? Or did he make you cry?

"Hey, I'm sorry-"

"Just leave me alone." You said as you angrily wiped the tears from your face.

Dabi was shocked to see you like this. He had never seen you cry, not even when he took his teasing a little too far. So, to see you react like this, it worried him a bit.

"Have you been crying? What's the matter? Did you fail or something?" His voice actually held some concern.

You shook your head, pulling your ponytail loose. "Its nothing. Just leave."

Dabi could see the pain in your eyes. What happened? He plopped down on your bed next to you. "Come on. Tell me." He poked your shoulder. "You know I won't leave until you tell me."

"Its nothing, really." You sniffled, avoiding his gaze.

"Did Enji say something?" Dabi asked, his voice taking a dangerous tone. "Look at me. Did he do something?" He's going to kill that bastard if he-

"What? No. God, just go."

Dabi let out a huff. He'll have to use another strategy. "Fine. Don't tell me. I'll just tell Shotou you have been crying, and then you can answer to him."

Shotou? God, he would just overthink everything and do something stupid.

You caught his wrist just as he was about to leave. "Do you have to be such a jerk every single day?" You glared daggers at him.

Dabi smirked before pulling his wrist away and plopping on the bed next to you. "Yes. Big brother privileges." He poked your cheek. "Now spill."

You looked at him, hoping he'd just get blasted magically. Idiot.

You inhaled deeply before closing your eyes. "Its stupid, really." Dabi stared at you, signalling for you to continue. "Something... happened at school." You paused. "Just a couple of assholes."

Dabi was attentive now. "Go on."

You looked down at your lap, playing with your fingers. "Some kids in my class... they said mean things about me."

"Bullying?" Dabi quirked an eyebrow.

You shook your head. "I- I don't think so. They just said that I only get the highest grade in class because of my dad. Like Enji bribes the school into giving me good marks." You sniffled. "They undermine me. They say I'm not good enough to be in their school, and that the only reason I got in was because of my surname."

Tears dripped down your face slowly, almost as if they were ashamed to fall.

You wiped them away harshly. "And it doesn't matter what I say. I've tried to befriend them, I've tried to get along with them, but they still ridicule me. Its frustrating. They... they don't understand that my only option is to be the best." You whispered the last part, but Dabi heard you loud and clear.

He sat up and gently gripped your chin, turning your face towards him as he narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean 'its your only option'?"

You rolled your eyes. "You know what I mean. I know that no one in the family cares if I get the highest marks or not but...I still have to live up to the family name. What will people say if the number 1 hero's kid is both quirkless and dumb?" Your lips wobbled.

Oh. Ohhhh.

You don't want to let down the Todoroki name; you don't want to let down Enji.

He already knew it was that shithead's fault.

Dabi sighed before pulling you close to him. Placing an arm around your shoulders while his other hand wiped your tears away.

Wanting to prove your worth, that you're a valuable asset to the family. Dabi never thought he'd see himself in you, or his younger self really.

"You're an idiot." Dabi began, carding his fingers through your hair. "You don't have to be the best. You're not expected to. You know, the family knows, hell even I know how hard you worked to get in that school. I've seen how you'd do all nighters, how many times you've turned down going out so that you could do well in your exams. But you don't have to do that." He tilted your chin up, staring into your glossy eyes. "We don't care what the public thinks of us. We won't care if you fail. We don't care you're quirkless. You're not expected to be anything but a good girl." He squished your cheeks together, making you look like a fish. "You just need to be safe. Do you understand?"

You sniffled as you nodded. "Yes. Thank you."

Dabi smiled. "Why didn't you tell anyone before?" You shrugged in response. "You know what would've happened if I said anything. They're already hesitant to let me go to school, this would just give them another reason to homeschool me. Besides, I didn't let their words get to me before, so it really wasn't a big deal." Before? You were about to continue but then kept your mouth shut. But Dabi saw that. He pulled you away from him, his eyes turning sharp as he raised his eyebrows. "But something else happened today as well?"

You averted his scrutinising gaze, keeping your lips sealed as you shook your head no. "Do not lie to me. Or I'll tell Shotou and Enji and then they can handle-"

Your eyes widened. "Do you ever stop making threats?" Rolling your eyes, you told him what happened. "It wasn't anything serious. One of those jerks... thought it'd be funny to try and kiss me. When he tried to force me, I slapped him. Really hard. My handprint still on his face." You smiled at that. "He said the only reason he wasn't using his quirk on me was because I was Todorokis charity case. Then he said that I should be grateful that he was going to kiss me, especially since no one cares about a quirkless, frigid bitch like me." You let out a humourless laugh, but Dabi could see the pain in your eyes. You gave a small smile. "Dont worry. I already know what they said isn't true."

Thats it.

Dabi was already planning murder. He's going to make those little shits pay for what they did to you. The nerve to not only bully you, but make you cry, and then touch you? Dabi is gonna make sure they get tortured in every way possible before he incinerates them-

"Dabi?"

Your soft voice pulled him out of his violent thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"Can you... stay the night?"

He looked at your tear stricken face, your eyes were still laden with tear drops, your nose red from all the sniffling.

How could he say no to you? You looked ugly.

"Its okay. You don't have to-" you were cut off by a pillow hitting your face.

"Move over, brat." He climbed in the bed with you, covering you both with the blanket. "And don't put your cold feet on mine." You smiled cheekily at that.

"Don't hog the blanket- why do you need it anyway?"you yanked the blanket.

Dabi pushed another pillow on your face, laughing as you punched his shoulder. "You're insufferable."you mumbled.

It took a while to get comfortable on your single bed, but it ended up with your head on his chest, while Dabi propped himself against the headboard.

"Thank you." You whispered.

Dabi hummed. "Dont think I don't know why you're doing this."

You smiled softly. He caught on to why you were keeping him home that night; you knew he would do something terrible to those guys. "Promise me you won't hurt them?"

Dabi remained silent. You pulled your head away to look up at him. "Dabi. Promise."

When he didn't reply, tears started forming your eyes. He sighed, before shoving your face back into his chest. "Fine, crybaby. I won't hurt them. Promise." You're such a brat, stopping him from doing his big brother duties.

You went back to snuggling him, not taking long for you to finally go to sleep. Once Dabi made sure you were asleep, he pulled out his phone and texted Toga.

"Need a favour. Up 4 stabbing?"

[roscgcld]

HEADCANON + GOJO SATORU || the gojo twins

request: HELLO^^ so I’ve been wondering this so long but do you think it would even be possible if Gojo had a twin sister that also has the sixth eye ? Probably not but, I’d kinda want to know what the clans higher ups and curses react to 2 sixth eye user.

note: I am glad I am not the only one thinking about this lol. like what if they were two gojos? absolute chaos the world has ever seen. i love it, this entire prompt lives in my head rent free lol

pronouns: she/her

gojotwins!au masterlist

imagine the other clan’s reactions when they learn that not one, but two of the gojo clan’s newest heirs were born with the highly coveted Six Eyes?

gojo satoru and y/n - the newest members of the gojo clan, twins that are born with the Six Eyes. a first case that has ever happened in the family’s history. it was this monumental moment when the higher ups realise that things are going to be interesting

by the way - you’re the older twin lol. just so you can poke jabs at gojo for the rest of your life by using the line. “i’m the older sibling here!”

“only by like, two minutes!”

that being said though, over-protective twin brother who will scare all your boyfriends/girlfriends the first time they meet because of his height and overly nice personality that scares people even more

you’re just as bad though - if any girl or guy walks out of his room after a night of fun you will probably be a little bitch and make them feel awkward until gojo wakes up

“can’t you be a little nicer to them?” gojo groans after the person he slept with last night quickly left after an awkward cup of morning coffee with you. “I actually liked them a lot.”

but it’s all done with love, and if the other realise their significant other makes them happy, they will back off

the moment you two entered jujutsu tech, then yaga-sensei was about to hand in his retirement slip early with the sheer chaos that his year of students were bringing him 

ieiri was delighted that she wasn’t going to be the only girl at school; geto was amused how you two were basically copy and paste of each other, just in different genders

surprisingly enough, think you’d be the one who’d be the more studious and definitely more interesting in learning how to hone your skills better - gojo probably still has this ‘i am the strongest’ mentality that the elders planted in him because ✨misogyny✨

but he loves to compete with you - and you’re the only one who’d he ever admit defeat to, and will defend your honour whenever the elders talk down on you because you’re a girl. and to them, girls are just meant to be ‘a pretty face with strong genes to bring a strong generation into the world’

he’s probably the one who talked your elders out of arranging a marriage between you and an heir to another important family like the kamo clan - because there is no way in hell is he going to let some random ass man take you away from him

probably joking told you that if all else fails, to marry geto on the spot - and let’s be honest here, who wouldn’t? Geto looks so damn fine both the anime and especially in the Gojo Past Arch. rail me daddy-

*cough cough*

anyway - ever since that comment, geto and you might pretend to flirt with each other to get gojo riled up. playfully brushing your hand along his arm, playing with his hair between your fingers whenever you two talk, geto leaning close to you to whisper something in your ear with a smirk, or him resting his hand around your waist whenever he leads you about

it always gets gojo riled up, and he’d get in between the both of you; whining for you to give him attention instead

you probably sneak into his room, even as you got older, to hide in his arms whenever you have a nightmare - and he’d wordlessly just hold you close and cuddle you to sleep again no matter how old you two are

both of you share the same braincell - same reactions, expressions, and sometimes even finishing each other’s sentences. sometimes you two even say the same thing at the same time, to which you two just high five each other with a laugh 

freaks everyone out a little, since it’s just so random and natural for the both of you to do it 

nanami hates it whenever he has to accompany you two - as his senpais, he can’t complain much. he does learn a lot, yet at the same time, he can’t stand it when the both of you are sent on a mission together 

with you he’s fine; but he barely tolerates gojo 

ijichi loves you, since you compliment him on the smallest of things, or smile at him warmly whenever he does something right; may have a crush on you that he refuses to reveal to anyone

both of you probably have shopping trips every weekend; don’t tell me you two don’t splurge on clothing when you two can charge whatever it is you want to the gojo clan account 

you two probably got a lot of those roadside modelling offers - and sometimes you’d probably even joke about leaving the whole jujutsu world behind to become a model instead

“i mean - it pays. and all i need to do is sit and look pretty.”

a lot of ‘did not!’ and ‘did too!’ arguments all day long 

you two love to taunt the Curses together before you kill them - it makes them only more scared, but the ‘chase more fun’

“say, toru - it looks so weak for a semi-first, no?”

“must be a new born - how pathetic.”

bags of candies all over the place - somehow he got you addicted to candy as well, so whenever you two travel, you always buy different candies and different treats 

when geto betrayed you all in your third year, gojo turned to you as his pillar of familiarity; even more so when he was force to kill his best friend a few years later. the both of you leaned on each other as you start to pick the pieces of yourselves once more

both you and your brother share the same idea of changing the jujutsu world from the inside out, so you two decided to take up teaching together under the command of now principal yaga

poor man is deciding if he now regrets accepting both of your applications 

you took in megumi as your own by the way - so megumi respects you a lot since you’re like the mother he never had. but at the same time, he wouldn’t be surprise if he heard that you do something stupid with your twin brother

feel like gojo and you will spend your free time probably trying to unlock more secrets of the Limitless and how to use your Six Eyes better - and Gojo will teach you how to probably use Hallow Purple and how to use Reverse Cursed Techniques with the held of ieiri as well

you took in maki, inumaki and even panda as your own kids as well - teaching them whenever gojo is forced to go and solve some issue the higher ups throw at him; making the kids super protective of you

even when yuta came, you didn’t care about the special grade curse that was stuck inside of him; treating him like an actual person and training him up and build his confidence once more

when you heard what happened to the special-grade cursed object that megumi was tasked on taking the following year, you laughed your ass off for 10 minutes while megumi tried not to show his annoyance

“y/n-sensei, i almost died. it is not funny.”

but you still took yuji in as your own child, and when you were giving him a tour around campus, you raised an eyebrow when a pair of lips appeared on the side of his cheek

“even though i want to kill that white haired bastard, i might spare your pretty little face.” 

“hello to you too, sukuna.” you greeted with a smile while yuji slapped a hand over the mouth, apologising to you with a wild blush on his face. you just laughed and reassured the poor boy it was alright

when nobara came, you adopted her as well; and she loves you, and loves how in tune with the trends you are. you two even have a girl’s night where you talk about everything that happens and have a few rants about boys

all in all - highkey chaotic, but with more common sense then your younger twin brother gojo and knows how to act professional whenever you need to. you also tend to adopt all the students that walks through your doors, and they view you as a parental figure as well. you and your brother are a menace together, but you two get things done and no one can really complain

gojo is protective, but when it comes to you it’s worse lol. but you’re just as bad when it comes to making sure ‘your baby brother’ is safe. you two tend to be super sassy and throw shade at each other, but when it comes down to the basics, you two love each other a lot and will go the extra mile to make sure that each other are safe

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