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[nightingale-prompts]

Talents -DC X DP prompt

The public is aware that each of the Wayne children are creatively gifted. It was almost expected. Richard Grayson was the acrobatic of course and no one was surprised but highly praised. So many parents began putting their children in gymnastics after seeing Dick's performances.

Jason Todd took up writing and published his own books at the age of 13. Poetry, anthologies, and historical fiction were the genres he favored. His books still remain on the best-seller's list, especially after his death. His poetry book "Blackouts" is an emotional journey of everyday tragedies and miracles of life. People would often quote lines from his poems after tragic events.

Tim Drake was more elusive. No one knew what he did until his name came up under a national photography award. His album called "The Shades of Gotham" was a contract between parties of the wealthy and the impoverished citizens of Gotham.

Cassandra Cain kept to herself constantly. No one knew what she did for years. People assumed that Bruce Wayne stopped forcing his kids to perform and others argued that she just didn't have any talents to showcase. All wrong of course. Cassandra posted one of her recent projects online which proved she was very talented. It was a beautiful scarf she was making for the winter. Cassandra was gifted with a talent for textiles. She knitted, weaved, and sowed many of the clothes she was seen wearing. It was no secret that some of the clothes the Waynes wore could not be found anywhere else but people assumed they had a tailor to make custom designs but no one knew it was Cassandra.

Damian Wayne did not lag behind his siblings as she quickly showed off his artistic talents. He's still young so he hasn't gone as far as opening his first gallery but one of his paintings has already been put in a museum. Some call it nepotism but art is subjective. The other Waynes disagree since they have hung every art piece Damian makes in their offices and home right next to Tim's photos.

Duke Thomas isn't one to show off too much. But he does go all out in his hobbies. He secretly takes after Jason in writing poetry and has been inspired by "Blackout" since he first learned to read. Duck related to it deeply. But along the way, he learned a different way to express himself. Kids on the streets of Gotham learned a bit of breakdancing and Duke was no exception. Duke is an accomplished dancer and has gotten a few competitions under his belt now.

Now that there is a new member of the Wayne family the public is waiting to find out what Danny Nightingale's talent is. Everyone knew that Waynes were creative but honestly, no one expected this. A play was announced at Monarch Theater and none other then Danny's names was on the ticket as the star.

[ahqkas]

“HE MOVES MOUNTAINS AND POUNDS THEM TO GROUND AGAIN — bruce wayne.

PAIRING! bruce wayne 𝒙 fem!reader SYNOPSIS! bruce likes to spoil you, especially during christmas WORD COUNT! 3.4k WARNINGS / TAGS! fluff, bruce ‘let me spoil my girl’ wayne + lmk if more! NOTES! wanna be spoiled by a rich guy sb , header bellow belongs to @/v6que © ahqkas — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

THE STREETS OF GOTHAM, OFTEN SO COLD AND CRUEL WERE CHANGED UNDER THE FIRST TRUE SNOWFALL OF THE SEASON. Blankets of pristine white coated the rooftops, softening the jagged skyline into something almost whimsical. The sidewalks were a patchwork of footprints and slush, as bustling crowds meandered through the early morning chill. Each breath of air carried the scent of roasted chestnuts from a nearby stand, mingling with the crisp bite of snow.

Children’s laughter rang out in bursts, slicing through the muffled quiet that came with the falling flakes. A group of them had gathered at the corner of Robinson Park, throwing handfuls of powdery snow at one another while some tilted their heads back, tongues outstretched, hoping to catch a flake or two. Their squeals of delight painted the city in a light Gotham rarely allowed itself to wear.

Storefronts glowed with soft, twinkling lights, festive decorations hanging from doorways and window displays dressed in shimmering reds and golds. Every shop seemed to beckon, promising warm escapes and holiday cheer, from tiny mom-and-pop bookstores to designer boutiques with mannequins posed elegantly in the latest winter fashion. Salvation Army bells jingled near donation buckets, blending with the soft hum of carolers just off the main avenue.

The energy was infectious—families strolled arm in arm, couples leaned into one another for warmth, and even the loneliest passerby seemed to walk with a lighter step.

Christmas was approaching.

That was how you found yourself walking arm in arm with Bruce, the world narrowing to the warmth of his presence beside you despite the winter chill. His grip on your arm was steady and sure, his hand a comforting weight where it rested over yours. Even through your gloves, you could feel the faintest trace of his warmth, a contrast to the icy air that kissed you cheeks.

He guided you effortlessly through the busy crowd of people, and his towering frame acted as an anchor amidst the chaos. You noticed the way heads turned, how people instinctively parted to let him through—not just because he was Bruce Wayne, the name that commanded attention, but because he carried himself with a quiet, natural authority. Still, his touch on your arm was gentle, not hurried, as though he had no place to be except here with you.

“Do you think it’s going to stick?” you asked, nodding toward the layer of snow coating the rooftops and trees. Your breath slipped through your lips in visible puffs.

Bruce glanced skyward, his eyes softening in the glow of string lights overhead. “It’s Gotham,” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching into a faint smile. “The snow never lasts long. But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy it while it’s here.”

There was something so rare about seeing him like this—relaxed, his usual sharp focus softened by the holiday atmosphere. His other hand reached up briefly, brushing a stray snowflake from her your before it could melt, his touch so natural it made your heart stutter. “You’ll let me know if you’re getting cold, won’t you?” he added, his gaze flickering down to you, concern laced in his words.

You tilted your head, a playful smirk curving your lips as you glanced up at him. “I’m fine, Bruce. I’ve survived Gotham winters before.”

The words were teasing, but when he looked down at you with that gentle, pointed expression—his brow slightly furrowed, lips tight with that quiet intensity—you felt the weight of it, as always. It was as if he could see through you, straight into your heart, expecting an answer more than just your usual wit. He always wanted to hear it. A simple reassurance, whether you were okay in his arms after a quality night with him or sharing a quiet moment in the middle of the city’s frenzy.

Your smile softened as you met his gaze, the teasing edge fading into something more genuine. “I’m okay,” you assured him quietly, words a whisper that seemed to linger in the cold air between the two of you. “Really.”

Bruce’s expression softened, but there was still that hint of concern in his eyes, the faintest crease in his brow. His lips parted for a moment, as if weighing his words carefully. “I know you are,” he admitted. “But I like hearing it anyway.”

Your heart fluttered, and you gave him a soft, affectionate smile before he shifted his attention. Bruce pulled his phone from the pocket of his coat, the sleek device easily fitting in his hand, and he flicked through it with practiced ease. The light from the screen cast a subtle glow across his sharp features, revealing the concentration as he scanned his list.

“Alright,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “Alfred’s gifts—need to pick up something special for him . . . then there’s Damian, Dick . . . Jason . . . oh, and Tim.” He paused, scrolling through the notes app, his brow furrowing just a little as he went over his meticulous list of people to buy for. “It’s harder than it sounds—every one of them has something they’ll really like.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at the contrast between his usual effortless decisiveness and the almost comical way he planned out every detail. It was such a Bruce thing to do, and yet it was endearing in its own right. “It’s just shopping, Bruce,” you teased. “You’ve got enough money to buy Gotham if you really wanted. Just get them whatever’s shiny and expensive.”

He shot you a glance, lips quirking into a barely-there smile. “Not for them,” he replied, voice thoughtful. “They’re not impressed by the shiny stuff. I want to get something meaningful, even if they act like they don’t care.”

Your teasing smile faded into something softer, touched by the sincerity in his words. He was always thoughtful, always careful, and it was something you’d grown to admire more than anything else. But you still had to comment, your voice light again to keep things from becoming too serious.

“Alright then,” you said with the twinkle in your eyes Bruce adored to see, “just don’t forget the part where you buy me something too. You know, for the ‘special girl’ in your life?”

The man gave you a look, not quite amused but not entirely serious either, his fingers scrolling on his phone as he half-listened. “Of course. You��re on the list, don’t worry.”

The way he said it, though, with that glimmer of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, let you know he was absolutely serious with it. And you knew, in his own quiet, understated way, Bruce would spoil you just as much—if not more—than anyone else.

As you continued in your stroll down the street, the quiet chatter of the crowd around thr two of you felt like distant noise, a soft hum that blurred into the background as your gaze drifted to one of the storefront windows. Nestled in the corner of the display was a delicate bracelet—its silver links shimmering beneath the soft glow of the shop’s warm lights. Each facet of the small diamonds glistened, catching the light just right, creating a mesmerizing sparkle that seemed to draw you in without you even realizing it.

Your heart skipped a beat as you took a step closer, breath caught in your throat as you admired the elegance of the piece. It was everything you loved—simple, yet exquisite, with just the right amount of subtle luxury. You could already imagine it on your wrist, the way it would catch the light, how it would complement the delicate necklace you wore around your neck. But, of course, you couldn’t be too obvious.

You quickly forced your feet to move, pulling your gaze away with an almost guilty glance toward Bruce. You could feel the warmth of his presence beside you, and you tried your best not to linger too long, not wanting him to see the longing in your eyes. It wasn’t like you wanted him to buy it for you—you weren’t the type to ask for extravagant things—but the thought of having something so beautiful . . . well, it made your heart ache just a little.

But of course, Bruce noticed.

He always did.

Without skipping a beat, he slowed his pace to match yours, his sharp eyes flicking toward the window where you had just stopped. He said nothing at first, but his gaze was keen, taking in the way your attention had been captured by the bracelet. It didn’t take much to read the silent longing in your eyes, and though he didn’t say a word, his lips twitched upward in that knowing, almost amused way he often did when he could see through you better than you could see yourself.

“Something catched your eye?”

You turned to face him, offering a quick, almost embarrassed smile. “Oh, it’s nothing, really,” you waved a hand dismissively, though you couldn’t quite hide the faint blush creeping up your cheeks. “Just . . . admiring.”

Bruce tilted his head slightly, as if debating whether to push you further or let it slide, but his gaze never left yours for a moment. “You know,” he started, his voice low, with a hint of amusement. He was enjoying the moment. “I’m pretty sure I could arrange for that bracelet to be . . . yours, if you really like it.”

Your heart skipped again, and you couldn’t help but laugh, though the sound was breathless. “Bruce, you don’t—”

“Don’t what?” he interrupted, his gaze flicking back to the bracelet. “You deserve something beautiful.”

You met his eyes, a warmth blossoming in your chest at the way he spoke so naturally, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. You didn’t need to ask. He’d already thought it through, already seen something you hadn’t even let yourself admit.

Bruce, as always, seemed to be one step ahead of her.

Before you could protest, he gave your hand a gentle but firm tug, guiding you toward the shop entrance with a determined stride. Your protests, half-hearted as they were, barely made it past your lips before you found yourself caught in his wake.

“I don’t think I need anything,” you started, but the words felt flimsy as he nudged open the door for you to enter first, the warm air from inside the shop spilling out like an invitation. The shop was just as elegant as the bracelet itself, filled with gleaming displays of luxury and an array of fine jewelry that made your eyes sparkle. Even the air smelled faintly of polished wood and expensive perfumes, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly out of place in your cozy winter coat compared to the sleek interior.

Bruce, however, seemed perfectly at home.

He was already scanning the shelves with the kind of focus he reserved for planning an important mission, his eyes darting between the glimmering items like a child in a candy store. “What do you think of this?” he asked, pointing to a necklace encrusted with gorgeous diamonds, its center stone a vivid shade of sapphire. “Or this?” His finger then hovered over a ring so opulent it seemed to catch the light from every angle, a stunning emerald set in platinum, polished to perfection. “I’m sure you’d look incredible in this one.”

You had to laugh, despite yourself. “Bruce, they’re beautiful, but I don’t need anything like that,” you said, trying your best to steer him toward a less extravagant choice. You couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed by how effortless he made it look—like money was a toy for him, to be spent and discarded without a second thought. But you weren’t that girl. You didn’t need diamonds and gold to know he cared.

Bruce merely glanced at you, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “I’m not saying you need it,” he explained with a knowing glance, “but you deserve it. Every piece in here, and more.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, but couldn’t deny the warmth spreading through you at his words. “I’m really fine with just looking.”

Yet, his hand never wavered as he pointed again—this time toward the stunning bracelet you eyed earlier, a sleek chain with delicate diamonds set into its links, glistening under the shop’s overhead lights. “What about this one?” he asked, voice smooth and persuasive, as though he knew exactly you would choose this one. “It would go so well with the necklace you already wear.”

Oh, he knew you so well.

Your breath caught for a moment. There it was—the same bracelet you’d seen outside, now glowing with the same captivating brilliance up close. You felt your resolve falter, but you quickly steadied yourself. “Bruce, it’s beautiful, but—”

He cut you off, his voice warm but insistent. “I know what you’re thinking, but I can tell you right now, it’s not too much. Not for you.” His gaze softened as he met your eyes, almost pleading with a subtle intensity that you couldn’t ignore. “Let me spoil you, sweet girl, just a little. You’ve earned it.”

You swallowed, your cheeks warming up with emotion at the sincerity in his words. It wasn’t the extravagant pieces he had pointed to earlier that made your heart swell; it was the thought behind it all. He was offering what you had always dreamed of—the luxury, the feeling of being cared for so much that it made you almost melt.

“Bruce, really,” you tried again, voice softer, more vulnerable now. “I don’t need any of this.”

But his eyes, dark and unwavering, held yours, and you knew—he was determined. And deep down, you knew there was no way to say no.

Your words hung in the air for a moment as you smiled sheepishly, trying to ease the tension you could feel building between them. “I was just window shopping. I wasn’t planning on buying anything. It’s just . . . pretty to look at, that’s all.”

But when Bruce’s expression shifted—eyes narrowing ever so slightly, lips pressing into a thin line—you instantly knew you had made a mistake. His posture straightened, his gaze hardening in that way you knew too well. It wasn’t anger, exactly, but something else—something deeper, like he’d just been presented with an insult he hadn’t expected.

“You were just window shopping?” His voice was soft, but there was a steel edge to it now, one that told you he wasn’t pleased with the idea of you limiting yourself to just looking. “With me?”

For a moment, you were silent, surprised by the strength of his reaction. It almost felt like he’d been wounded, as if the idea of you standing in front of something so beautiful—something you deserved—without actually taking it, was too much for him to bear. The hint of disappointment in his voice caught you off guard, a realization dawning on you that you’d underestimated him again.

“Bruce,” you started, your tone softer now, trying to piece together the right words. “It’s not that I didn’t want it . . . I just didn’t want you to—”

He shook his head, cutting you off gently. “No. You don’t just window shop when you’re with me, sweetheart. Not for things like this. You see something you like, you take it. And I’ll make sure you get it.”

You opened your mouth to protest again, but the gentle cut-off from him stilled the words before they could escape. And before you could even process the shift, his fingers were already moving—sliding his sleek black card from his wallet with an ease you had come to expect, but it still made your heart flutter every time he did it.

The sound of the card swiping against the boutique’s terminal felt like a soft crack of thunder in the quiet of the shop, and the realization you her all at once—he wasn’t just offering to buy you the bracelet. He was already doing it.

The cashier smiled warmly, already taking the sleek black card and ringing up the bracelet. The sparkle of the diamonds under the soft shop lighting seemed to mock your hesitation, making the choice you had avoided all along suddenly seem inevitable. Your gaze flicked from the bracelet to the man who liked spoiling you a little too much, then back again, your chest tightening with a swirl of emotions.

Bruce caught your eye, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “I don’t take no for an answer when it comes to you,” he murmured quietly, his words soft but sure, as though the decision had been made the moment he saw you admiring the piece. “You deserve to have everything you want.”

“I . . . I didn’t want to feel like I was asking too much,” you admitted softly to him, fingers lightly brushing the delicate fabric of your scarf.

He stepped closer and his voice lowered just for you, the softness of it carrying a weight that made your cheeks warm up. “Sweetheart, you’re not asking for anything. You’re not asking too much. You never have to. Let me spoil you, let me take care of you.”

Before you could give him a response, the cashier handed him the small box containing the bracelet, wrapped with a care that only seemed to make it more precious.

“Enjoy the holidays, sir.”

“Thank you.”

Bruce turned to you then, the box resting in his hand, his dark eyes fixed on you with an almost expectant look.

“Go ahead,” he urged, his voice soft but firm, “Try it on. It’s yours just like I said it would be.”

Your fingers hovered over the delicate box, the weight of Bruce’s words lingering in the air like a soft promise. You opened it slowly, almost reverently, and your breath caught in your throat as you saw the bracelet in its full brilliance for the first time up close. The diamonds caught the light, glinting like tiny stars, each one reflecting a different facet of the warmth you felt deep inside. It was beautiful, in a way that made you feel a little lightheaded, and as you slipped it onto your wrist, you couldn’t help but glance up at Bruce, who was watching you with an almost proud smile.

“It’s perfect.”

Bruce’s eyes softened with something close to satisfaction, but the teasing smirk tugging at his lips was unmistakable. “I told you it would be,” he said, his voice rich with affection—and something else, something playful that you knew all too well.

You smiled, reaching up to adjust the bracelet slightly, the delicate metal cool against your skin. “I wasn’t expecting you to actually buy it, though,” you admitted, still a little embarrassed by the extravagance of it all. “You could’ve just let me keep window shopping.”

“Window shopping, huh?” He chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “You’re with me now. Window shopping isn’t a thing, sweetheart. Not for you. You deserve more than that.”

You laughed, shaking your head, but before you could say anything else, Bruce’s voice turned more teasing, that mischievous edge creeping back in. “Although,” he began, his tone light but with an undercurrent of something more, “now that you have that beautiful bracelet, I wonder what else you might need. I’m sure there are plenty of other lovely things out there for you. More necklaces? Maybe some earrings? Or,” he paused dramatically, looking you up and down with a grin, “how about a whole set?”

You rolled her eyes, half-amused and half-embarrassed by the thought of being so utterly spoiled. “Bruce, I don’t need a whole set.”

“Oh, but I insist,” he teased, his smile widening. “There’s no such thing as ‘too much’ when it comes to you. I’d spoil you rotten if I could.”

You could hear the amusement in his voice, but there was a layer of genuine affection beneath it all. It was the way he looked at you, the way he spoke—like you were the most precious thing in the world to him, and nothing was too much to give.

For a moment, you let yourself bask in the warmth of that feeling, your new bracelet gleaming against your wrist, a symbol not just of his generosity but of something much deeper—the connection the two of you shared. “You’re impossible,” you laughed softly, but there was no real heat in your words. Only affection, and the quiet joy of being loved in a way you’d never quite expected.

Bruce’s smile softened, and he leaned in just a little closer, his voice low and sincere. “I’m not impossible, sweetheart. I’m just getting started.”

[moonastro]

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𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙨 𝙥𝙩.2

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left to right(bottom)-> 3,4

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°DO NOT take this as literal, take everything with a grain of salt as this is purely and intendedly for entertainment purposes.

°Don't be afraid to give feedback and opinions about this post (as i would entirely appreciate it).

° This is a GENERAL reading, take what resonates and leave and pass on what does not!

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PILE 1-

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may have a significant-like a strong/muscley back or have problems with back pain--also the spine!!

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may regularly change hairstyle often, perhaps cut their hair a lot and dye their hair often. i see them leaning towards having red/blue/grey hair.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may like sparkly thing, for example diamonds, glitter, glass and so forth. anything with sparkles on it intrigues them.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may also be into star shaped jewellery, stars may be an interest of theirs.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may wear hats or like to wear hoods.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚loves sleeping, is a deep sleeper.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may prefer winter/ autumn more than summer/spring. prefer the cold weather in general. may constantly have a fan/air con on at all times despite the weather outside.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚like cooking, preparing meals for others. are interested in learning new recipes.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚like history, are fascinated about historic events and eras.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are most likely into skincare and haircare, have a designated routine that they do every day.

thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed!!✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

PILE 2-

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are definitely a high achiever, may have a lot of achievements academically speaking.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are sensitive to sounds, sound is very important to them. For example, may like loud music blasting in their ears or are the opposite and hate loud sounds, like hating fireworks because of their loud sound.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may have green eyes, blonde/red hair.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚love children, would want a family for sure. has a soft spot for kids.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚has multiple of ears piercing, may have other body piercings also.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚hate being in tight spaces, are picky about clothes and overall personal space.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚very caring and nurturing. is the kind of person to anonymously do something to protect you without craving for the attention of recognition.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚has some signature sitting position/habit that they have when sitting down. may cross their legs or bend one leg and so forth.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚love warm weather, especially watching the sunrise- are perhaps a morning person as well.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚love movies, might have a comfort movie that they watch over and over again.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚have longer than average legs.

thanks for reading!!!✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

PILE 3-

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚loveee music, may make/create/produce music themselves.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may prefer gold jewellery or may have/own a lot of gold accessories.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may be lactose intolerant or just hate diary, cheese-- may be vegan/vegetarian or follow some sort of a diet.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may like dark themes, clothes, style, music, aesthetic etc.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚weird way to explain it but may hate how time goes fast, may be afraid of aging or growing up. even may be afraid of death also.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚they don't get bored easily, can sit still doing nothing for hours on end.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚have a very hypnotic/sweet/classy voice. i feel like their voice makes people melt ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚keeps to themselves most of the time, and i don't mean that in a shy matter but in a energy reserved way- they just would much rather have/prefer their own company. or aren't bothered by being alone.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚might not celebrate their birthday. or may think that there is no need to.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚love thinking about the higher cosmos and the outer worldly possibilities.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may not drink enough water/don't like water/forget to drink water.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚prefer to stay silent than to express what they think.

hope you enjoyed this reading PILE 3!!!✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

PILE 4-

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are sly with things, almost like hypnotic. their actions are so hypnotising that you cant say no to them.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚have a soft spot for old things, may like to go thrifting, collect lost things, love getting generational stuff passed down to them etc etc.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚definitely go with he flow, they may not think much of their future and are too busy thinking about the present moment.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚like to try new things, may like to go along with the current trends on the internet and social media. may like to make social media content also.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚think about others before themselves.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may be from a hot country-may be racially mixed.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are very loyal.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚keep very good secrets. i feel like they are the friend who is always getting the tea☕🍵😭

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are good with little details, are always confronted with "how do you know that" or "how do you remember that??". because they surprise people of how good they remember the tiniest of details of a situation or person.

thanks so much for reading, hope you enjoyed PILE 4!!!✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

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Happy Birthday, little finch.

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Pairing: Jackson!Joel X AFAB!reader

Words count: 6731

Rating: +18 NSFW, Minors please don’t interact

Summary: Everyone forgets your birthday but you receive an unexpected invitation (wink) that will change the fate of the day.

Warnings: POV second person, smut, little power dynamic, little brat taming, begging, unprotected P in V (please, always use protections in real life!), Reader's age is intentionally unspecified, you can imagine an age gap between her and Joel or not, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), nipples play, Joel comes on reader's tits, just a little of pulling hair, soft!Joel, grumpy!Joel, pet names (little finch, honey, baby, babe), mention of fasting as a sarcastic joke (I don’t condone joking about no one’s eating habits), reader has hair (It is not specified how long they are or what they look like), reader can be lifted by big and strong Joel, reader has a able body, breasts and vagina and she wears a dress, apart from that no other description is given, reader is part of the Jackson community, I don't know anything about Jackson, I only know a few details about second game’s plot (including that detail, yes) so everything I describe is purely from my imagination and may have no bearing on the original Jackson, brief appearances by Maria, Tommy, Ellie and Dina, drinking, swearing, Joel calls reader “little finch” (I came up with this nickname just because my grandpa used to call me with a bird name when I was little and I always found it sweet, so here we go ❤️), Joel can draw (I don't know if it's true but for me it is, okay, allow me). I hope I haven't forgotten anything but if I do I'll add it as soon as I notice.

English is not my first language so please be kind, I always try to do my best, no proofreading (sorry), very little editing, I apologize for any mistakes. I'm writing on my phone, I hope the formatting isn't too bad 🥲

Thank you so much to anyone who will read this, I really hope you’ll like it, kind comments and advices are really appreciated ❤️

I've been listening to Hozier's "Talk" heavily while writing this so here it is, I'll let you know. It's such a beautiful song and I love Hozier so much 🫠

Archive tags: @pedrostories ♥️

You wake up struck by a ray of sunlight that enters faintly through the half-closed shutters and dies right on your face.

You have no idea what time it is and your head feels heavy and confused, you turn over in bed thinking that maybe you can give yourself another 5 minutes but then you hear voices outside already awake and ringing and then you think that maybe it's really late. You sit up and retrieve the clock from the bedside table, it's 7 in the morning.

You get up and go to the kitchen to make some coffee and from the window you see some people already busy doing their work. Some children head towards the building designated as school in Jackson, happily laughing while they chase each others.

You yawn and open the cabinet in the kitchen where you keep the coffee filters, a precious supply recovered during an exploration that you jealously preserve.

The coffee is also the result of a find and therefore it was carefully rationed with the other members of the community.

You are grateful that it exists because this morning you really need it, last night you slept badly, continuing to toss in your sleep and always dreaming of the same thing again and again. You being swallowed up by a hole in the ground and no hand reaching out to help you. Just a great dream.

The coffee maker burbles a few minutes later, releasing the drink you crave.

Temperatures are milder in this season so you no longer need to put on a heavy jacket and snow boots, there is a bit of fresh wind but nothing compared to the harsh winter that has just passed.

Today in particular you feel like dressing better than usual, you go back to your room and open the wardrobe, carefully inspecting the few clothes hanging there.

You obviously don't have much choice because they're all salvaged second-hand clothes, but Maria gave you a nice pair of denim shorts a month ago and they look very nice on you.

You take it out of the closet and place it on the bed along with a white tank top that highlights your boobs just right, it’s nothing particularly fancy but it makes you feel good, you head towards the shower humming softly.

The shower helps you wake up, you dress and you leave the house feeling a bit better.

You meet a couple of people who greet you as you make your way to the library.

You enter, smelling the familiar smell of books and immediately get to work cleaning and dusting the shelves and the floor, like every day.

The morning passes peacefully, only a couple of people come in to borrow books, so after doing your chores you took the opportunity to rearrange thriller’s books section.

You're a bit shocked by the fact that no one told you anything particular but you don't mind, these people have a lot to think about and a lot to do.

When you leave it's lunch time, so you head to the common room.

The crisp air caresses your face and the sun gives you a little warmth that you missed so much, you really love this season in Jackson.

You enter the room filled with chatter that echoes off the walls. You take your place in line and once you have had your portion you sit at one of the tables.

No one reaches you yet. You're alone in a room full of people.

You see him in a corner, sitting with Maria and Tommy and you get lost for a while observing the way he moves his large hands, how his hair rests at the base of his neck, his big brown eyes, so communicative, the way his flannel shirt - which has practically become a distinctive trait of Joel - hug his muscles, the way his lower lip slightly twitch while he’s talking.

You’re totally captivated.

You can't help it and you know it.

Every time he spoke to you, even for just a few minutes, your body reacted unequivocally at his deep low raspy voice, his proximity always caused you trouble.

You like this man, much more than you are willing to admit.

Joel Miller.

You're friends, you might say. As much as it is possible to be friends with a man like him.

He's friendly, but always with an undertone of detachment that you can't define, as if he's afraid of letting himself go with someone and let his feelings flow freely.

And just as you're thinking this, he turns and looks at you for a moment.

You are sitting, yet your knees feel weak and you feel your cheeks redden knowing you've been caught.

You turn your eyes back to your lunch, quickly finishing your meal and bringing your tray back. You leave the common room feeling in a bubble.

It's stupid that he makes you feel like a little girl with her first crush but it always happens, by now you're resigned to always making a fool of yourself with him.

You walk home to do your household chores and then go to the patch of garden you've been assigned to take care of.

You meet various people along the way but again everyone just say hello, you see Ellie with Dina and they both wave at you and nothing more. In the meantime, Maria has left the common room and the only thing she asks you is how the courgettes you planted a month ago are coming along.

It's strange, but you shrug your shoulders and think that deep down today is not such a relevant day for others even if you hoped it would be because you now consider these people as your new family.

You stop thinking about it and focus on the things you have to do but a tiny piece of your heart hurts a little, just a little.

What the hell is wrong with people today? Only a month ago they throw a big party for Tommy and now nothing, not even a hint.

Okay, Tommy is higher rank, he is married to Maria, everyone sees him as a guide just as they see his partner.

And he goes on patrols, certainly offering others a greater sense of security and protection, unlike you who deal with less dangerous things.

That's probably why, you're just a minion in Jackson's pecking order.

You let off some steam by plowing your field with more force than necessary, small drops of sweat slide down your forehead and you end up hot and with your arms aching from the effort.

Stupid girl, stop thinking about it, it's not that important to have a birthday, not in a post apocalyptic world where everyone is struggling to get ahead.

But still, they acknowledged every single special day of everyone’s here before, except yours and nothing particularly relevant is happening, it’s been a couple of quiet weeks.

You're wiping sweat from your forehead with one hand when you hear a voice behind you.

"What are you doing tonight?" It's his voice, you'd recognize his among a thousand.

You turn around stuttering “uh, what?”

And there he is, flannel shirt, curls slightly blowing in the wind, mouth curved in a smirk, dark piercing eyes.

Fuck.

“I asked…what are you doing tonight?”

You feel the nervousness rising in your chest, it's the first time he's spoken to you in a week and you weren't ready in the slightest.

“Uh…oh…nothing special, I guess, I think I'll read a book and go to sleep early”

you say trying to maintain a certain apparent nonchalance.

“You didn't mention dinner, are you going to fast?” Oh, great. Sarcastic jokes, classic Miller behavior.

“No, of course not,” you reply, rolling your eyes.

He chuckles “okay, so, would you like to come to my house? I cook”

Fuck. Is that, a date?

You instantly feel your mouth dry as you try to reply “Well, it’s not like I have something better to do so yes, why not”

You don't want to make it obvious to this man how he makes you feel. There are worse things to worry about in this world, but letting yourself go with someone who always shows restraint only to be rejected - on your birthday, no less - doesn't seem as pleasant.

And that's how you usually communicate anyway, bickering.

Maria often laughs about it, you are both stubborn and neither of you ever wants to agree with the other.

One day she told you that she thinks you'll end up together and you practically laughed in her face. Not because you don't want to, but because you thought Joel didn't even see you that way.

Maybe Maria was right all along, who knows.

“Good, see you at 7”

And he goes.

You watch him walk away for a while, still with spade in your hands.

Suddenly this day became interesting.

You run into the house and take off your dirty clothes throwing them in the basket you keep in the bathroom and go to the shower.

While you're soaping yourself up you wonder what came into his mind.

As you rub your hair, you think that maybe he's making fun of you but Joel doesn't seem like the type to make a prank, he's always quite sarcastic but not a proper prankster.

It's part of his charm, he always looks grumpy but you know he's not bad, the way he looks at Ellie or his brother says everything about him.

He would do anything for the people he loves.

And he’s not mean, he was kind to you too.

You've spent more time looking at him, analyzing every chat you had with him than you like to admit, so yeah, you're pretty sure he's okay.

Once you get out of the shower you open the wardrobe and find yourself contemplating the usual clothes with which you have to make the best of things.

There is a cute dress that you have never worn because you have never found a particular occasion. It's quite short and low-cut, definitely not suited to Jackson's lifestyle, here everyone wears jeans and sweaters or t-shirts.

You think that maybe tonight is the time to dare even if you don't want him to burst out laughing and ask you what you've got in your head.

It's just a dinner.

He never mentioned anything romantic.

You're obviously nervous, because you like him and if it doesn't go well you should continue to see him every day anyway.

In the end you decide to wear the dress anyway but to tone it down with a cardigan and a pair of boots, so as to make it look less like "please fuck me" style.

You shake your head, how much trouble are you going to for Joel Miller.

However, you have to admit that it's the first really exciting thing that's happened to you since you've been here. You thought that surviving was enough so you obviously never complained about it.

You fix your hair after drying it, you look at yourself in the mirror and you think that you're not that bad after all.

It's almost time, you leave the house and walk the few meters that separate you from Joel's house with your heart beating wildly in your chest.

You climb the few steps to his porch feeling insecure and stupid for accepting, who knows what you expect from this lonely man.

You shrug and knock on the door, snuggling into your cardigan in the cool evening air.

You consider going back and pretending you had a mishap, but Joel opens the door.

“Hey, come in” he smiles at you. You cross the threshold timidly as a delicious scent invades your nostrils.

Who knew Joel Miller could cook?

You follow him into the kitchen and Joel pours you a glass of wine.

“Where did you find this?” you ask in surprise. Wine is a luxury that you haven't been able to afford many times in Jackson, usually the only thing they bring back after searches and patrols are bottles of cheap whiskey.

“I found it two km from here in an abandoned shop. It was stuck under a shelf, probably for years”

“Oh, great”

“Well they say that aged wines are better. Like men, don't you agree?” He smiles, winking at you.

He winked.

Fuck.

You try to hide your surprise by taking a long sip from your glass.

While Joel is busy checking on the stew you take a look around the living room.

It's a nice house, simply furnished like all the houses in Jackson, tidy and clean.

There are some sheets with drawings on the coffee table in front of the couch. You know Joel made them because you've seen him several times on his porch busy drawing animals. A squirrel, a deer, a small bird. He's really good at it.

And obviously his guitar, resting on a stand in a corner near the couch.

In a totally cheesy way you would love to hear him play something for you.

“So, do you like wine?”

You turn and see that he is a few steps away from you, glass in hand.

“Uhm, yeah, it’s good”

He gives you a smile “stew is almost ready”

“Can I help you with something?”

“No, don’t worry, you’re the guest”

You see him linger with his gaze on your legs and up to your breasts and you think that the dress wasn't such a bad idea after all.

He is wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans and is breathtaking.

You scan each other for a few seconds, without speaking. You are like two predators sniffing each other to see who will give in first.

“That dress looks good on you” he finally says and for the first time you notice that he is slightly embarrassed. He looks down at his glass and stares at it harder than necessary.

You still don't know why he invited you tonight but honestly at this point you don't even care. He's more handsome than ever, his hair still slightly damp from the shower and pulled back, that little scar on his cheek that you'd be eager to find out the story of, that smile he's giving you and his hands nervously gripping the glass, everything about him draws you in like a magnet.

"Thank you. You're not bad either." You giggle and you know that it’s definitely what you needed tonight. To feel attractive. To feel seen.

He comes back to the kitchen and after a few seconds he calls you “Dinner’s ready”

You sit at the table in the kitchen and he places a plate in front of you that smells of home, of memories and takes you back to when you were little and your mom cooked for you.

It's like Proust's madeleine.

Evoking sweet feelings with food is one of your favorite things to remember who you were, who you loved, and what was before this debacle.

It's melancholy but also comfort in a certain way, it's like holding on to the truest and most authentic part of you, the one that made you who you are today and probably allowed you to survive.

You take a bite as Joel looks at you in anticipation.

“Wow, this is good!” you exclaim “extremely good. Who knew that you were a chef”

“Ha! I’m really not, it’s just a stew and I’ve done it so many time that I can’t get it wrong at this point”

“It's still the best I've had in years, I need to get invited to dinner more often”

You chuckle and then you blush, because you've made it clear that you hope it's the first of many times.

Damn you.

You hadn't had a love interest in years, obviously, there wasn't time to think about that while the world burned and you had to fight to stay alive. But here, in this little bubble, where people have welcomed you and you have recovered crumbs of normality, it doesn't seem too stupid to feel something for Joel.

Is he grumpy? Sometimes. But he is also incredibly generous, to be honest. When you asked him, a formal contractor, to help you create the library he snorted, he told you that it wasn't necessary, that no one would ever go there anyway.

You shrugged and said that you would have done it anyway with or without his help, Maria had already given you permission.

The next morning you got up early to go and clean up the designated building and found him there, he was repairing a damaged window that wouldn't go up or down.

He grumbled when you asked him ironically what he was doing “someone has to stop you from opening a crumbling library”

You smiled, feeling your heart warm.

And so it was every day until the place was ready. Joel showed up early in the morning or in the evening, spent a few hours fixing the steps, eradicating moths, building shelves and cabinets, even a desk for you.

You've never talked in depth about your lives but you still know something you've heard through the grapevine. He's very secretive about his past so you never asked him any uncomfortable questions, the last thing you would want is for him to never share anything with you again.

The time he helped you with the library was the most enjoyable time you've had here so far and that's when you realized that your crush was more serious than expected.

“Do you want another glass of wine?”

“Why not, i don’t have to drive home”

He laughs “Yeah, no fines for you”

“At most a headache, but I'll think about that in the morning”

“Were you surprised when I invited you?”

he leaves you speechless for a moment and then you find, you don't know how, the strength to use irony, like you always do "I've known for a long time that you want me" you giggle and brush your hair away from your face while you say it.

"Oh yes? How strange, I actually thought it was the opposite” the smirk and the deep chuckle he gives to you goes straight to the most private part of you. Right there. It sits on your clit and you feel it tingling.

Fuck, this man.

You never experienced a flirty Joel Miller before and you were actually quite sure he wasn’t even capable of being so but he is.

“Oh shut up, finish eating” you scoff, feeling your cheeks turn on fire.

He lets go for a while and watches you amusedly fill your mouth with his stew.

“It's a pleasure to see you eat, little finch”

He started calling you that when you couldn't move the furniture in the library on your own. "I don't know how you thought you could manage on your own, little finch."

At first you hated it, now you pretend to hate it but you actually like it.

“Stop calling me that!” you still have to keep up a facade after all.

“Oh come on, finch is the cutest bird, don’t be offended”

“I’m no bird” you pout.

“Yep you are, finch. Delicate. Elegant. Pretty. You walk like you’re floating in the light air and your voice is a lovely chirping sound. It gets on my nerves sometimes, but I actually like it. A lot.”

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

You can't believe he said that.

You feel your heart melt like snow under the sun, your lips involuntarily curl into a smile, your hands tremble with the desire to touching him and between your legs a lustful heat invades you all over.

His face is relaxed, his eyes sparkle mischievously and his smile…his smile pins you to the chair.

You raise your glass in an attempt to drink some courage while he doesn't stop looking at you silently.

Just enough time to bring your lips close to the glass and you find yourself coughing, you're too distracted and the wine goes sideways.

Obviously.

You can't help but look like a fool in front of him, you don't even know how he thinks you're elegant.

“Jesus, are you okay?” he asks in alarm as he reaches up to wrap his arm around your back and pat you lightly.

To your surprise, his large, calloused hands can be very gentle.

“Oh my god, yes, yes I’m okay” you reply between coughs "I'll get over it now"

Now that he knows that you will survive he sits back down to his chair and scrutinizes you with an amused expression.

“Did I go too hard on you?”

“What? No, not all” you reply red-faced, while trying to regain some composure.

“Okay, if you say so” he places a hand on yours gripping the table “Has it passed?”

“Yeah, I think it is” You pour a little water into the other glass he has set and drink, this time slowly.

Finally you feel your breathing return to regularity and your cough gradually subside.“Thank goodness, little finch, think if I should have taken you to the doctor in that lovely dress” and laughs.

You've never seen him laugh so much.

He is intelligible most of the time but tonight he is an open book.

“What's wrong with this dress, Miller?” you ask, ironically, you may be clumsy but not to this point and you want to try to get back at him.

"Nothing. You don't see many of them in Jackson, that's all."

“It doesn't look like anything special to me,” you say, as you realize he's staring insistently at your tits. “Do you see anything special, Miller?”

He shrugs “It’s pretty low cut for nothing”

You bend over slightly, resting your forearms on the table smiling at him, exposing your boobs even more. He is sitting in front of you and still watching at them.

“You're pretty good at it after all, little finch” his eyes have become darker and it's as if a small flame is burning inside them.

You feel a certain pride rising in your chest.

“Now you look like the embarrassed one, Miller, have you seen how things have changed?” Your smirk doesn't go unnoticed by Joel who squirms in his seat as if it has suddenly become uncomfortable.

"Can you tell me something? Why did you invite me tonight?” you’re pushing him, and you know it. And actually, you like it, for once you feel like you have the upper hand.

“Isn't it obvious, finch?” he mutter.

“Maybe, but I'd like to hear it from you. Use your words, Miller, I know you can."

“When you asked me to help you to arrange the library I thought you were crazy. Then I realized I was wrong. It was a nice idea. It was a great idea actually. No one here can go anywhere anymore, and in any case there is nowhere you can go so it is comforting to know that there is always a way to take refuge elsewhere, at least for a few hours, reading a great book. So yes, finch, I like you. I like you because you gave us back some beauty.”

“Fuck Miller, you can make speeches whenever you want”

“It's just one of the reasons I like you, you’re also smart and thoughtful and gorgeous but yeah, that’s it, I’ve said it”

His gaze is languid, you'd almost say longing. Maybe you managed to scratch a small piece of the invisible armor he built to protect himself.

One moment you were bickering as usual and the next Joel fucking Miller left you speechless.

No sarcasm, not an ounce of irony, he sounds sensitive and vulnerable.

It's so strange to see him in this light, the only other time it happened to you you were in the library, he found a children's book and held it in his hands looking at it in silence.

For a moment you could have sworn you saw tears in his eyes, he looked helpless and hurt and then it was the usual Joel, complaining about the mess and the weight of the boxes you had made him lift that gave nightmares to his back.

You get up from the chair without even realizing it, as if it were an involuntary movement that your body needs.

You stop in front of him, who is still sitting, his arms abandoned on the table, his gaze following you questioningly.

You put a hand in his hair and let it run through his dark curls while he instinctively closes his eyes, abandoning himself completely under your touch.

You would like to say something but you don't want to ruin the moment and in any case you can't find any words suitable to describe how you feel.

Moved, yearning, grateful, overwhelmed?

All these things together at the same time.

You let your hand linger on the base of his neck, stroking softly

“Look at me” you whisper.

And his gaze turns, his whole body turns, and you've never seen him so clearly. He rests his large hands on your hips and his gaze pierces you as he lands on yours.

You feel his grip tighten as you lean over him and leave a shy kiss on his lips. Small. Brief. And another, instinctively. And yet another.

And another until his lips part on yours and fit perfectly in a long sigh. He tastes like wine and loneliness and desire.

It’s manly but tender and demanding for more.

Your tongues meet and it's like an electric shock that surprises you but at the same time it's inevitable like when two surfaces rub together generating energy, it is an unwritten physical law that holds you together despite having used all your strength to keep each other at a distance for months.

Now, all you can do is give up.

You kiss him like it's the last thing you do in your life, his eager hands roam your hips, gripping your ass and squeezing tightly.

He part from your lips just the time to stand up and wrapping you entirely in his arms, his mouth searching for yours again, eager, his hands stroking your back while you feel just like a little finch in the most comfortable nest you could find.

“God, I want you” he mutter in your ear nuzzling at your sensitive skin.

“Take me. Just… take me, Joel”

It’s a dreadful need that you feel deep in your bone, the last shred of love you could find in this broken world, a sweet feeling of release that you desperately wanted.

You can’t think straight and don’t want to.

He take off your cardigan and reaches for the hem of your dress and lifts it up roaming your thighs feverishly, squeezing and stroking, his fingers digging into your flesh as you moan softly into his ear. He pulls it up to your waist and you help slide it off your head.

He bends down to take off your boots and throws them on the floor in an unspecified place, then he gets up and takes you back in his arms. He's still dressed while you're almost naked and exposed in a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra. You might be intimidated but you're not. You let yourself be held and explored by his hands. His calloused fingers, rough but gentle, touch you everywhere, giving you goosebumps. He lifts a hand to one of your breast and squeezes it through the fabric.

You can't help but let out a muffled moan while he is filling his hand with your flesh.

“Do you like it, finch? Me squeezing your boob?” he says in a whisper, looking into your eyes.

“Y-yes” you mumble “give me more”

There's a smug, lecherous smile painted on his face as he reaches for your bra and unclasps it with a single gesture.

He slides it off and drops it on the kitchen floor. Your nipples stiffen in an instant, hit by the air, he takes one between his fingers and pinches it, pulling it gently and then his mouth is on it swirling his tongue and sucking it. You squirm at the sensation, digging your hand into his hair again, pushing his face into your breast “more, more” you stammer. You feel his smile spread across your skin and his teeth bite lightly into you.

“You’re ravenous, aren’t you?”

You pull his hair and tilt his face slightly to regain eye contact. “Do you mind?”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

“Good, you can continue doing what you were doing” you smile defiantly. You like to provoke him, especially now.

“You're bossy for a little finch, I like that”

he smiles back, his eyes shining bright with thrill and anticipation.

He returns to greedily licking and sucking like a thirsty man on your nipples, another loud moan escape from your lips.

“Fuck, you’re so good”

“I just started with you, you have no idea what awaits you” he whispers.

“Mmm then less talking, Miller, show me”

Without having to be told twice, he picks you up, much to your surprise, and places you on his couch in the living room.

“Woah, Miller, easy”

“You told me not to waste time talking” he shrugs. chuckling.

He pulls you to the edge of the couch “spread your legs”

You open your legs a little but he is visibly not satisfied, he takes your knees and opens them more "Like this. Now stay still” he orders.

He kneels between your thighs and pulls your panties aside.

You feel his fingers trail up your thigh, slowly, taking the time to slide lightly over your skin, causing you a mixture of tickling and excitement.

You writhe when you feel his index finger grazing your pussy lips, wandering up and down caressing for a little bit before sliding it between them and wetting it completely in your juices.

“You’re soaking wet, baby”

You can literally feel your cunt dripping when he keeps going up and down, briefly sinking into your hole with the tip of his finger and then on your clit, moving in circle with two fingers over your bundle of nerves.

You’re whining again, you’re growing impatient and he perfectly knows that

“Joel…”

“Yes, Finch?”

“You're doing it again”

“What”

“You know what. Do you want to torture me?”

"No. I just want you to beg me."

“God, you’re impossible” you roll your eyes out of exhaustion and arousal.

He stops completely.

“So are you, babe. Can you please let me do what I know best?”

He presses on your clit with two fingers and you squirm.

“Fuck. Okay”

He starts teasing your clit again, moving his fingers up and down to gather your wetness and spread it all over your lips.

“The thing is, finch, your pussy is so good. Look at her, I can’t rush it. She deserves to be loved nicely and slowly”

He is sitting on his heels just taking his time with you and you can’t be more eager to have him in your hole but you breath, resigned to wait for his pace.

He teases your entrance again, this time with two fingers, pushing in a little deeper.

His thumb is still taking care of your clit, moving a little faster than before.

“Eyes on me, babe”

And you do, you lock your eyes with his and you see hunger and lust and wonder.

He’s admiring you and you feel flattered.

He brings his face closer and sticks his tongue out, licking you from bottom to top and then again, letting it slide between your lips.

His beard is scratching you, his tongue stops on your clit swirling around it, jerking it slowly, again and again until you see him closing his lips on it and sucking gently.

He’s devouring you at this point and you mewl and cry and scream for more.

“Jesus - fuck - oh my goodness”

Your fingers are entwined into his curls and you’re pushing his face against you as much as you can, his tongue is fucking your hole now, he delves into you and lick all he can and you start to feel an incredible warmth rising from your core, in your tummy, to your chest.

He finally lets his index and middle finger sliding into you, pumping slowly in and out of your dripping wet cunt.

“Joel, oh my God I - ha! - I can’t, oh God”

“Yes, you can. Just like that, baby, give it to me” he whispers softly against your skin.

You’re on the verge of coming, the most incredible orgasm is knocking at your senses, overwhelming and brutally crushing into you.

“I’m com - oh GOD - yes,Joel, fuck”

He praises you again “come for me, soak my fingers, come on”

And you do. You gush all over his fingers like it was the last thing you do in the world, your legs shake and your heart reach an impossible pace that leaves you breathless.

He keeps licking and pumping into you until you calm and you can’t take your eyes off him bowed between your thighs, he drives you wild.

He stands up grunting at his poor knees and you giggle, he raises an eyebrow at you

“I wouldn't laugh considering the fact that I just made you scream my name”

He sits down on the couch next to you, circling your waist with his big strong arm and pushing you against him.

You bury your face in his chest “Aw, you’re so touchy, Miller” and you giggle again.

“You’re such a little brat.” He says, stroking your hair “But see? I wasn’t lying. It's been many years since I last did this but I still know what to do”

You raise your eyes at him “yeah, I give you that. You’re fucking good” and you place a kiss on the hairless part of his beard “but I-”

“What?” he interrupts you, looking at you maliciously

You bite your lower lip, feeling hot again just for the way he’s holding you tightly watching you with lust in his eyes.

“I want your cock”

“Oh. It’s time to beg, baby”

“Joel…”

“Beg for it, little finch” he’s smiling but his voice is firm and slightly authoritative

“I never beg” you scoff

“You will start now, sweetie, if you want to see me naked”

You look at him with exasperation, rolling your eyes immediately after “okay, Jesus. Can you please give me your cock?”

“Manners, babe. Ask gently”

You ask yourself what have you done wrong to fall for such an unbearable man “Good Lord”

“Beg with conviction”

“Joel Miller, could you do me the courtesy of fucking me? Please?”

You’re smirking hard. You definitely love to get on his nerves.

“You’re getting into trouble with this attitude, you know that?” He reaches one of your nipples and pinches it hard making you whimper into his arms.

You turn serious, looking him in the eyes intensely, licking your lip before saying “Fuck me, Joel. Please.”

“Mmm yes, just like that baby, it didn't take much”

He finally stands up in front of you. He takes off his shirt, revealing a strong, broad chest.

You can see a thin strip of hair disappearing under his jeans but apart from that he is almost hairless, his skin is delightfully dotted with freckles that make your mouth water.

He throws off his shirt and bends over to remove his boots.

Your eyes linger on his back, on his tense, rippling muscles, you can't believe how gorgeous he is, after all you think it was worth begging for this but you will never tell him.

He unzips his jeans and takes them off, remaining in his boxers. The sight of his deliciously soft tummy drives you completely insane. You’re craving him like you never did with anyone before.

“Kneel on the couch for me, baby” he orders and you immediately do, you turn your head just in time to see him taking off his boxers, freeing his already hard and swollen cock. Your knees sink into the pillows and your hands rest on the armrest, you are completely exposed to his will.

He gets behind you on his knees, gripping your hips and pulling you towards him.

“Fuck me Joel, please, fuck me now” you cry

“Such a good girl, begging for my cock like that. You learn quickly, little finch”

You only feel the tip poking at your entrance, he slides his cock against your dripping folds “Beg once more, babe”

You writhe, it’s more than you can take right now, you want him desperately.

“Please, Joel. Please” your voice sounds distraught but you don’t care, not now.

He enters you with a single thrust that makes you scream “Fuck!”

He’s big, so big that his cock burns in your center.

“I told you you were getting into trouble, baby, if you wanted me to be gentle you should have behaved better”

It's a small punishment you can bear, after a few seconds you already got used to his intrusion, you never felt so full before and right now you couldn’t ask for anything better.

He begins to move slowly, in and out of you, sinking deeper each time and reaching that spot that makes you see stars.

His loud grunts numb your head, his fingers dig into your hips as he thrusts into you, maybe he will leave some marks and the thought excite you even more.

“Oh God, please don’t stop, please”

He’s pounding into you incessantly, every thrust more deep leaving you short breath, you’re so wet that every lewd sounds coming from your cunt is making you feel like you’re on the brink of falling apart.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like that, babe, the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, so perfect for me”

You whine even more at his praises, feeling your pussy clenching hard around his cock.

“Joel please I’m-”

“I know baby, I know, I can feel you, squeezing my cock just right, God you’re taking me so good”

You basically spasm on his cock right now, legs trembling as your sink your fingers in the fabric of the couch desperately trying to hold your posture.

He holds you tightly by your hips, grunting with each thrust into you, hitting your cervix again and again.

“Come for me baby, come all over my cock”

You’re quivering so hard that you almost think of being on the verge of losing your mind.

You cry his name feeling so full and dazed while your orgasm explodes inside you.

He pumps into you until you calm down but he’s still throbbing against your walls “Where do you want me?”

“On my tits - please”

He comes out of you and you lie down on his couch, his throbbing cock is in front of you, he takes it in his hand, milking it a couple of time before releasing his cum all over you. He moans loudly as he paints your tits and chest with his pleasure.

He lies down on top of you, groaning “God, this was amazing”

You feel his sticky seed spreading on your skin but you don't care, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him softly.

He moves to the side so as not to weigh you down and takes you in his arms again.

You hide your face for a moment in the crook of his neck, inhaling his woody, citrusy perfume, with a hint of the natural sweaty scent of his skin. He smells amazingly.

“I could get used to it” you giggle

“Me too, little finch” and he leaves a kiss on your hair.

“Oh, you made completely forgot about it, do you know what day it is today?”

“No, should I?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you. It’s my birthday.”

His eyes widen, “Really?”

“Yep”

“Well then happy birthday. Did you like your present?”

“It’s the best I’ve ever received”

You kiss him again, knowing how true it is.

“We should take a shower,” he laughs.

“Yeah, you’re… well…all over me…but to be honest, I like it.”

He smiles widely “Come on little finch, I might have another gift for you in the bathroom”

“Oh, then I can’t wait to unwrap it”

[anini--panini]

Fields of Mistria fankids #1: March

I’m not sure if Fields of Mistria is planning to implement a kids system, but I got inspired by Harvest Moon and Fire Emblem Children Mechanics and wanted to try my hand at designing looks for the kids of the bachelors and bachelorettes!

Anyway, let’s talk about March’s child! (My partner started calling her April so I might stick with that lol)

Listen, I think March would be a girl dad… see my vision

HCs and more art under the cut🤭

She ends up with a terrible attitude problem because her dad spoils her rotten

Not like, all the time, she’s just easy to explode

To him she’s an angel though, she can’t say no to her dad and he can’t say no to her either

Inherits the creativity and the passion to just, make stuff. Already shaping and molding clay or coloring the walls (to her parents dismay) or anything else she can get her hands on

Inherits her dad’s natural hair, she spent her childhood wondering when the red hair would grow in

She’s next in line to take over the family’s blacksmithing business, the responsibility stresses her out

Still, she diligently pays attention to her father’s lessons, but she’d rather ACTUALLY be doing the smithing instead of just observing

The last (and first) time he let her work the forge, she hurt herself really badly. He won’t let her touch it again until he determines she’s ready…

[Seasonal Wardrobe, Spring -> Summer -> Autumn -> Winter + hair down]

I don’t think her wardrobe would be girly or extravagant, but practical with some hand-me-down pieces (not that March doesn’t buy her stuff, I think she just likes wearing her dad’s old jackets and stuff and feeling cool like him)

Also, she can work on her arts and crafts better in simpler clothing

Also her dad definitely spends forever brushing and styling her hair because, as per usual, he feels it just has to be perfect. Getting worked up is his favorite hobby after all

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[ducktoonsfanart]

Quack Pack Autumn (Fall) - Huey, Dewey and Louie plus Phooey Duck with their family and friends in the forest with woodland animals and pets - Ducktales, Duck comics, Darkwing Duck and Quack Pack - Quack Pack AU - Duckvember - Game, Well-To-Do, Placid, Wild, Impish, Wayfaring, Emotional, Tenacious and Cultured Ducks - Tribute to Peanut Squirrel and Fred Raccoon - Easter Eggs (crossover) with animals - My style

I'm not a fan of autumn to be honest, but there are certainly various activities that can be done during that time of year. Autumn begins on September 23rd in the northern hemisphere when summer ends and lasts until December 22nd when winter begins in the northern hemisphere. A period when many leaves get various colors from the sunlight and fall down. Many children play in piles of leaves and scatter them around, while adults clean and prepare them as part of firewood or use them for soil fertilizer. So in this case, these ducks have an activity during autumn so they went to the forest and made their forest friends. I drew two drawings dedicated to that time of year and as one of the themes for Duckvember I just noted that these characters can be certainly placid, but also wild at the same time. It depends on the outcome in the forest and the attitude towards wild animals.

In this case, the animals they found in the forest (it doesn't matter if it's North America or Europe, although the biodiversity on the two continents is completely different) are actually very peaceful and seek attention for play. And those animals are in keeping with the personalities of these teenage ducks who hug them. And they wear clothes appropriate for autumn. Yes, I drew them in the Quack Pack version, and I think it certainly suits them (the same goes for preteens and regular younger children from the regular versions), especially Louie and Webby who love animals and care for them. Ducktales 1987 and the Quack Pack episode "Shrunken Heroes" prove my point. Huey got a fox, Dewey a beaver, Phooey a skunk, April a raccoon, May a bear, June a woodpecker and a sparrow, Webby a fawn, and Louie Duck and Gosalyn Mallard got both male and female rabbits and squirrels. Dugan Duck is having fun raking leaves like kids usually do. All happy together (not all of them) in the oak forest. Yes, I have of course added pets like Webby's pet rabbit named Sweetie, May's Knuckles the Iguana and Dugan's pet frog named Froggy. See more about that here: https://ducktoonsfanart.tumblr.com/post/705826485631614976/quack-pack-kids-and-teens-with-pets-first-of-all

Yes, I drew the animals as they usually look in cartoons and comics, so they are not realistic. And I also used what I drew from Donald Duck comics as well as other media. You may also notice some familiar characters as Easter Eggs, like Bambi the Deer from Bambi (1942), Todd the Red Fox from The Fox and the Hound (1981), Koda the Bear from Brother Bear (2003) and Pepe the Frog (2005) in addition to Froggy. Since the Quack Pack were members of the scouts (except Dugan), they certainly know how to deal with animals. XD Yes, the tribute is dedicated to Peanut the squirrel and Fred the raccoon from New York who were popular on social media (Instagram and Tiktok especially) and who were taken from their owners and euthanized unfortunately a month ago. And influenced the US elections. Better not ask me why. It is certainly sad what happened to them (Peanut and Fred) so it is partly dedicated to them, and I am a lover of forest animals myself.

I hope you like these drawings and these ideas and feel free to like and reblog this and feel free to say what you all like and what you don’t like. Just don’t use these same ideas and these designs of these characters and animals without mentioning me. Thank you! And I also want to dedicate a little to this season of autumn which is coming to an end soon.

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Sunderland's Royal Jewel Vault (18/∞) ♛

↬ Countess Wynn's Meander Tiara

The majority of the tiaras in the Sunderlandian collection were inherited through members of King Louis V's family, mainly previous queens Matilda Mary, Anne, and Katherine. This meander tiara however represents the current Wariwcks' French heritage, as it belonged to Queen Irene's mother, Marguerite Wynn. Countess Wynn was born in 1914 as Marguerite Delphine Lucie Chevrier. She was the eldest of four children born to industrialist  Phillipe Édouard Chervrier (1880 - 1950) and his El Salvadoran wife, Consuelo Romana Gomez (1892 - 1979). Margurite's family claims ancestry from both French and Spanish nobility, although the bulk of their impressive fortune was derived from Phillipe's ceramics factory in the south of France. Much of Margurite's early life was disrupted by the First World War, during which the Chevriers settled in Mexico City with Consuelo's sister. Following the war, Marguerite flourished in high Parisian society, becoming well-versed in the arts and fluent in several languages, including English and Spanish. Expected to marry into the French aristocracy, Marguerite made waves by instead marrying John Wynn (1911 - 1973), a career soldier from Sunderland whose great family had fallen on hard times following the deaths of John's three older brothers in the war. When the couple met in 1931, John was on a mindless trek across Europe, in search of a wealthy bride. Despite their differing backgrounds, Marguerite was smitten by John's optimism and good humour. The pair married a year later, with John even converting to Catholicism to appease Marguerite's parents. Their wedding was held at the Chapel of the Palace of Versailles, one of the last grand society affairs of interwar Paris. The tiara, which featured a Greek key design punctuated by a central emerald-cut yellow diamond, was among Marguarite's wedding gifts. The jewel is ambiguous in origin but is agreed to be an early twentieth-century creation, likely from Cartier. It became a useful tool in Margurite's arsenal as she erupted in Sunderland as one of the country's wealthiest society ladies. Pearlie, as she became known, was noted to be arrogant, intelligent, and ravishing. Pearlie is more "royal" than the rest of us combined. She drenches herself in jewels as if she were the ghost of the last Tsarina. — Queen Katherine, 1970

The Countess owned the tiara until 1968, when she gave it to her youngest daughter, Lady Irene, also as a wedding present. Irene's marriage to the future King Louis V was Pearlie's greatest life achievement and she became increasingly boastful. Maman Wynn, as she was called by the press and public, was known to meddle in royal affairs, especially the personal lives of her daughter and son-in-law. By the early 1980s, she was on bad terms with both. Irene was never seen wearing her mother's tiara, but she kept it in her own personal possession for almost thirty years. In 1997, Irene continued the tradition by gifting the tiara to her only daughter, Princess Jacqueline, ahead of her wedding to Lawrence Belmont. The wedding was coincidently the last public appearance of the old Countess Wynn. She died peacefully at Chester Palace the same winter. Since then, Jacqueline has worn the tiara regularly at state functions and in official portraits. It's among the princess's most cherished pieces.

The Countess Wynn wears the tiara in a portrait, circa October 1943, eight years before the birth of her youngest daughter, Queen Irene

HRH Princess Jacqueline wears the tiara while attending a gala dinner & dance in July 2026

[cullen-cannons]

The Cullens On Snow Days ❄️

Because of their shiny skin, the Cullens tend to live more north which means snow days. YAY! Even if high schools* in places that get snow often don't give snow days, there's always the weekend plus the Cullens don't have to sleep. This means epic snow baseball, extreme sledding, snowboarding, and skiing if they are in the mountains at the time.

ALICE: Loves making snow angels with Renesmee. Makes new coats for Ren every winter. She finds a frozen lake hidden away in the woods and ice skates with Jasper, they're both very graceful so it's like on a whole other level. Alice is into jumping and things like that, but Jasper's favourite part is just holding her hand. After they've had their time to themselves they invite everyone else along. 

She usually sits out of Snow fights but if a snowball hits her (and whatever designer coat she's wearing) she will make it her mission for the rest of the day to pelt that person with snowballs continuously. (Spoiler Alert: it's usually Emmet, and no it was definitely not an accident. He loves getting his little sister involved in the game and she enjoys it.) Once she's on to you she's sneaky, fast, and vicious.

BELLA: hasn't completely forgotten her dislike of the cold and wet, but she can't deny the beauty of actually soft snow. (Nothing compared to her Edward, of course) With her new cooler body temperature she is more willing to try it out. Also Ren really wants to make snow angles with her so, how can she say no?

Her balance has improved greatly but she is still hesistant by instinct to try ice skating. She does have an open mind and as soon as she starts, she loves it.

In terms of snow fights it depends she can either be all the way in, matching Emmet's level of silliness or she can be content to sit on the sidelines and girl talk with Esme, Alice and Rosalie.

CARLISLE: and Esme will go on walks through the woods together. They might stop to make snow angels and lie in the cool snow together. He loves ice skating with Esme. And with Rosalie, Alice, and Bella for father-daughter bonding. Ren also likes to skate with him.

Like Bella, he can go either way. He loves playing with his children and is always good for a fun time (within reason). He builds snow people with Renesmee and with Esme. He will occasionally ask Edward to help for nostalgia for when it was just them. 

EDWARD: Makes snow angels with Renesmee and ice skates with Bella. He enjoys sitting with Bella and watching Ren play but can't resist challenging Emmet to a snow fight. He enjoys making snow angels with Carlisle and when Renesmee wants to make one too, he holds her up so she can put the hat on top.

EMMET: Is down for anything, he loves snow angels with his niece, and once added details to make a snow vampire. He and Rosalie usually skate together, but when he's skating alone he goes really fast and always ends up dragging Edward, Jacob, or Jasper into a game of chicken. The girls cheer from the side. Carlisle has to step in before the noise of them crashing into each other raises suspicion among the humans.

He drags Rosalie into whatever games that the boys have going on.

WANTS TO SET THE GUINNESS WORLD RECORD FOR TALLEST SNOWMAN (AND BIGGEST SNOWBALL) IN THE WORLD. Carlisle says no but he's already started and it's 10 feet already.

ESME: Loves making snow angels and Ice skating with Carlisle and her "children" especially Edward and Renesmee. Esme has never cared too much about clothes (though, of course, she loves looking nice and indulging Alice) so she always goes all in with the fights. She's not an S teir fighter, but she can hold her own alright and is The Fun Mom who will go along with Emmet and the boys' shenanigans.

JACOB: is relatively new to the real snow experience having lived on the reservation near the beach all his life so he still has the childish excitement whenever it snows. He is happy to join Emmet and the others tomfoolery and is usually the one who starts the extreme sled races. 

He gives Renesmee rides through the snow on his back in wolf form. Shields her in snowfights and gets called out for cheating but it's okay he knows she can hold her own.

JASPER: Ice skates with Alice and they make snow angels. 

He's fierce in snow fights and loves group snow fights but he usually waits for other people to challenge him one on one. Once he is challenged though he always wins. He can go kind of overboard and he knows it, so he asks Alice to ref.

Alice always cheers for him cheesily "get him, baby!" and stuff like that. He pretends to dislike it slightly more than he does.

He aways goes along when Alice or Renesmee want him to help build a snow people.

RENESMEE: Makes snow angels and takes turns ice skating with everybody. She loves snowfights.

ROSALIE: Doesn't want to ruin her clothes but can't resist the romantic aspect of making snow angels with Emmet. She loves ice skating. Can join the snow fights if she so wishes. She'll often come in the middle and only throw snowballs at Edward. And then she'll say "I'm not playing" when the others try to hit her back.

Other times she gets super into it.

She calls Edward's snow people ugly and stops when she notices Carlisle looking a bit sad because he worked on it too. She praises Ren's snowpeople.

[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 34/?

Prev | Next

It’s for the kids. It’s for the kids.

Jason shoveled the pile of pony crap to the side while fuming.

It was cold, he was far away from the warmth of a bonfire, and he was hungry. Having a fire core didn’t mix well with the cold.

The school had decided to do a small winter festival the day before winter vacation had started. Some local vendors had been invited, and a few people from the village had decided to visit the little festival.

Jason had been stuck with shit work because of his tardiness to the PTA meeting. That’s what he got for being a good Samaritan and stopping to help an old couple with a flat tire. By the time he had made it to the meeting, all the other jobs had been taken, and he had mysteriously been elected as the designated pooper scooper.

That was one point to Avril fucking Dubois.

Jason gritted his teeth as another pony crapped on the snow. He never knew ‘steaming pile’ was a literal thing.

It didn’t help that the cold made him cranky, and he hadn’t seen his family in a while.

Jason had given Jazz and Danny money so they could play the games and go to the booths to buy things.

Thankfully, the pony rides would close in an hour, giving Jason another two hours to walk around and have hot chocolate with his family. Jason was imagining the warmth of hot chocolate when he heard a snobby voice.

“You missed a spot, Jay. We wouldn’t want the children to step on something unpleasant, would we?”

Jason could feel his blood pressure rising as Avril and her snotty henchwomen laughed.

Avril was wearing a coat that Jason recognized as being from an expensive brand. She wore heels and her ever-present pearls. Who wore heels when they were going to be walking for long periods in the snow?

“Avril. How you’ve been? How’s your daughter? Do you even know where she is?”

Jason knew for a fact Sarah had been with Danny and Jazz last. The poor little girl was often neglected by her mother unless she wanted to show Sarah off. Poor Sarah always looked miserable when her mother would parade her around.

“How dare you? I know where my daughter is and actually take care of her. She has her mother, unlike your poor little boy.”

Jason rolled his eyes and ignored the woman. Eventually, she and her clique left. Jason finished his hour and happily left the area when the ponies’ handlers took them away. Jason was glad he decided to bring a change of clothes. He changed and went to look for his family.

He found his little family by the Christmas tree. Little Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

“Daddy,” Danny ran up to him and hugged him.

“Hey, chum, you having fun?”

“Yeah! I bought a few things and ate a lot of yummy food.”

“Where’s Sarah?” Jason knew the little girl had wanted to hang around Danny the whole time and even rode a pony alongside Danny. She was nowhere around now.

Jazz came up and handed him a hot cup of chocolate and something called a butter tart. Bless her heart. Jason felt the warmth go down and settle in his stomach. The heat helped a little with his bad mood.

“Her lovely mother showed up about an hour ago to drag her away.”

Jason winced. It was his fault Sarah had been taken away. He hoped the little girl wasn’t in trouble with her mother. He shouldn’t have brought her up and let Avril keep needling him instead. He made a mental note never to do that again. No matter his problem with Avril, he shouldn’t stoop to Avril’s level and bring the children in.

Danny took Jason’s free hand and looked at his father.

“It’s not your fault, daddy. Besides, Sarah and I had fun playing games the whole day.”

Jason sighed. He let go of the guilt for the moment.

“C’mon,” Jazz said, “you’re probably cold, and there’s a nice bonfire over there. We can buy marshmallows to roast.”

“Yeah, but first, I want another hot chocolate.”

Jazz smiled at him.

“Don’t worry, big brother, I’ll get you one. Here, take Ellie’s stroller. You’ve been busy all day and deserve some rest.”

“You sure? I can get it.”

Jazz stretched his cheeks.

“You’re freezing, have a fire core, and have been shoveling poo all day. Go have fun with your son and niece while I get more chocolate. You want some Danny?”

“Yes, please.”

Jason, Danny, and Ellie sat on the bench nearest to the bonfire. The licking fire felt nice. Danny scrunched his nose at the fire and sat on the ground, playing with bits of unmelted snow. Ellie was starting to nod off in her stroller.  

Jason called the guy selling marshmallows and bought two sticks. He gave on to Danny and took one for himself. Jason felt content watching the marshmallow start to brown when he heard Avril’s voice.

“And she also has a kid but with no father! Can you believe it? The brother has a son with no mother, and his sister is a hussy who doesn’t have a father for her daughter. She probably doesn’t even know who the baby’s father is.”

It didn’t take a genius to know who the bitch was gossiping about.

An older lady was tsking and gasping as Avril talked. He didn’t know who the older lady was. They were both roasting marshmallows, too. Jason was surprised Avril would even touch a marshmallow, let alone roast one.

“Those poor kids are going to grow up damaged,” the older lady said.

Jason gritted his teeth and glared at the fire.

He didn’t care if Avril talked bad about him, but she was going too far with talking shit about his family.

Thankfully, Danny seemed too preoccupied to pay attention to what Avril had said.

From his peripheral, Jason saw Avril take out the marshmallow and start to blow on it. Jason’s glare intensified. The marshmallow didn’t go out.

“What the…,” Avril kept blowing on the thing, but no matter how much she did, the fire didn’t go out. Suddenly, the fire intensified.

“Aww!”  

Avril let go of the flaming marshmallow, which fell on her expensive coat.

“Aww! Put it out! Put it out!”

It took Jason a moment to realize that he was the reason the fire wouldn’t go out. Oh, fuck. Jason took a deep breath and tried to get his emotions under control.

“No, not with that!”

Jason opened his eyes in time to see a man pouring hot chocolate on Avril.

“You idiot, that’s going to stain!”

“Mommy, daddy, what’s wrong,” Sarah and a boy who looked like a male version of Avril came running.

“Your father decided to ruin my coat! Come on. We’re leaving.”

“But mom,” the little boy started whining.

“Now!”

Avril had taken a few steps when she slipped on a patch of ice that had appeared suddenly. Jason flinched when she hit the ground hard.

He turned to look at Danny, but he was roasting his marshmallow, pointedly not looking at the drama that had unfolded.

“Honey, I told you not to wear heels.”

“Shut up, Harold, and help me up.”

As soon as she got up, she marched toward the parking lot.

“What happened there,” Jazz asked as she sat down and handed Jason the hot chocolate.

“Karma,” he answered. Jazz looked at him suspiciously before shrugging. Danny grinned at him and ate his marshmallow.

Jazz didn’t need to know what happened.

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Lamb OC: 'Woolhelmina' masterpost

Wilhelmina (english Guillaumine (lol))

"will helmet" or "willing to protect"

Woolhelmina's cult is one of safety and protection, the protection that her people never received.

Current design, it's changed a lot but I've slowed down iterating it. Her character is pretty cemented at this point.

Learn more about her below!

Backstory

 Woollamina is the twin sister of the canon lamb, Lambert. She was taken as a baby and raised Ratau on TOWWs command. Because she was a twin, is wasn't certain which of them was the prophesied Lamb, so TOWW ordered her to be taken and kept hidden. 'If she was not then at least she would be able to bear more lambs' was his reasoning. 

Lambert was left to their fate as decoy for the bishops to believe they'd killed the last lamb and prevented the prophecy from happening. Thus giving Woollamine time to grow and develop as TOWW's chosen vessel.

Mina's story revolves around her keeping her status as the God of Death hidden. She spent entire life serving TOWW but she never got to be a regular person. When he's "gone" she can actually start living her life. But then another thing stopped her. She's a god now, with new responsibilities and obligations.

Some magic stave designs

Vessel of Red Crown

 Mina saw TOWW as a secondary father figure rather than a god and sought his approval constantly. The reason she wears her wool in ringlets is because it's what she thought he would like. Having that much wool is actually dangerous for irl sheep and is a fire and drowning hazard. She's risking her safety and wellbeing for a crumb of his approval.

TOWW and the dynamic with his followers is one big unhealthy family lol. Ratau is the useful disappointment

Aym and Baal are the golden children who are sorta useless but TOWW favors them because they look the most like him.

Mina is the scapegoat only daughter who bears the brunt of the responsibility for freeing TOWW but gets none of the accolades. 

TOWW is the overbearing patriarch that everyone tries to please but he's too far up his own ass to see that they actually do care about him. He has a new 'family' of sorts that actually loves him to some degree but is too emotionally unavailable to acknowledge that. His failed sibling relationship caused him to keep his new 'found family' at an emotional distance.

Woolhelmina's Wool

The reason Woollamina grows her 'hair' and 'skirt' long is because she believed TOWW liked the way it looked on her. Specifically because he commented on it once when visiting him. It was during a particularly bad winter and Mina decided it was best to keep her wool long for extra insulation. Mina is a wensleydale sheep so her wool grew long already but she never kept it because wool is hot and heavy. TOWW rarely if ever made comments about anything not related to his goals of attaining freedom so his little remark meant alot to Mina.

 The thing is, having such long wool all the time is very dangerous for a sheep because it makes it hard for them to cool down and is a drowning hazard. Even though she can swim, her wool will weigh her down. I like to think of this as a reflection of her devotion to TOWW.

Wool Care

Because Woollamina's is a longwool breed, her wool requires special care to maintain its crimp and luster. She can't use soaps or shampoo on her wool as they would strip her skin and wool of its natural lanolin. She does use it sparingly to maintain proper hygiene, though.

Because of the extensive care that goes into her long, white wool and hairstyle, Mina is *very* hesitant to get dirty. Bathing excessively runs the risk of ruining her wool and drying completely, with all her wool takes days with magical assistance.

It's cold and damp, she has to dry it asap or risk fungas and unwanted plant growth. ( Seeds will readily sprouts on sufficiently moist wool, whether it's attached to a sheep or not lol.)

Most of, if not all, of Mina's clothes and bedsheets are made with silk to protect her wool from friction damage. (I'm thinking about adding silk bloomers to her wardrobe and fit. They are awesome for chub rub lol)

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my au’s favorites and facts

carter hughes

favorites

loves sushi and pasta the most

coffee but more so iced coffee

strawberry blueberry spinach peanut butter smoothies

loves maple and chocolate donut bars

kangaroos and dogs

favorite season is winter

favorite flowers has always been tulips

any shade of green is her favorite

hiking, loves finding new places to hike especially with Connor

facts

always had red nails, secretly for her brother jack

whenever she does wear makeup almost always wears a red lip

loves rings and a lot of them are meaningful from friends and family

she dresses up a lot for hockey and she doesn’t really mind it but she would rather be in a hoodie she stole from her brothers or boyfriend

enjoys just sitting down on the sand at the beach watching the waves crash

has really curly hair but hates doing it so her hair always ends up into a messy bun or braid

has to have a heated blanket

definitely a silver jewelry person

has always gotten really bad migraines and headaches

allergic to coconut

she loves reading and ended up making quinn start reading more, now they end up reading the same book together

has a few screws and a metal plate around her cheekbone from when it got broken

doesn’t really have a movie or show that’s her favorite as she usally would choose to read or sleep instead

charlotte hughes

favorites

loves the french toast her dad makes

cookies her nana always makes her

if her dad cooks, it’s automatically one of her favorite things to eat

loves carmel frappe from all the times her dad gets coffee before games and she got a frappe

has a orange tree in her back year so loves anything orange

really enjoys macarons

favorite seasons are winter and summer

favorite flowers are blue bells

favorite color is blue

loves german shepherds

facts

arts and crafts is hobby outside of hockey

enjoys making things to give to others

always has a hair ribbons in her hair, especially on game days she has her hair in braid and a ribbon at the end

always will have spa nights with her dad

quinn and elias end up coaching the Canucks together when their kids join the team

luke has always been her best friend and they end up getting play a little bit together in the NHL

plays with her uncle jack’s number when she joins the NHL

begged for her dad to get her a dog and after a few years she got a german shepherd for christmas, the dog became her all time best friend for the next 15 years

loves sitting in her backyard with her dad stragazing together

loves making her own earrings and loves any type of jewelry

she’s always watching new shows and movies with her dad, doesn’t really have a favorite

vera hischer

favorites

favorite meal is definitely spaghetti and garlic bread

anything her moms cooks her

loves swish chocolate

brownies are her for sure her favorite dessert especially the ones nico makes her

favorite season is spring especially when she is home

favorite flowers are alpine flowers that grow in switzerland

her favorite color is yellow

dogs has always been her favorite animal

facts

loves her two dogs as her own children, also was very interested in greek mythology when she was younger hence their names aries and apollo

played a few seasons of hockey when she was younger and was an incredible player but figure skating is her passion

helped a lot in teaching Jack how to cook, something Luke is very grateful for

enjoys designing clothes, so started making her own athletic wear when she was young and it became a huge hit, she made her own clothing line

loves LA, it became another part of home especially with the friends she made there

a gold jewelry person only

she loves the cold and but usually is always very cold so always wearing sweaters

is a really good cook and baker

enjoys getting her nails especially since she can’t have anything but nude during competitions

always ends up watching the sad dog movies and cuddling her dogs crying

alexandria zegras

favorites

a bit of a picky eater, well more of someone who doesn’t like a lot of foods, sticks to mostly pasta, veggies and meat

loves chocolate chip pancakes

hot chocolate or chocolate milk

favorite season is absolutely summer

favorite flowers are sunflowers

her favorite color is red

photography has always been a favorite of hers

criminal minds is her favorite show

facts

if she could she would have chocolate in every meal

her favorite place to be is at the lake house with everyone she cares for

doesn’t like to drive and would honestly rather be the passenger princess always, something Rutger is more than happy to do

gets cold really easily unless she is playing hockey so she does not like winters, even though she’s from Bedford

tends to give nicknames to everyone she knows

is a big morning person and loves to start the day with a run, something quinn will always join her in the summer

a very great photographer since a young age and has been very passionate about photography

has a small scar through her eyebrow from a hockey accident when she was young

more of a gold jewelry person but sometimes will wear silver

kensington hughes

favorites

Açaí bowls!

absolutely loves cookies, basically any flavor

matcha! anytime of matcha is her favorite

benignets are one her favorite treats

favorite sweet is ice cream!

favorite season is fall and summer

favorite flowers are marigolds

she loves ever colors but pink is her absolute favorite

plants, she always has plants

loves every type of animal

she’s always watching new shows and movies with Will, Gabe and Ryan, her favorite movie ever is the Disney movie Bolt

facts

without a doubt she always has some type of headphones on her to listen to music

loves all animals and if she could would have a house full

she’s always loved jelly cats making most of her family and friends always get her new jelly cat stuffed animals

loves clothes and fashion and enjoys having bright colors in her outfits

is actually really smart and has a pretty easy time in school

has a very very curved hockey stick

always has a tiny braid in her hair for games and important days

is very picky about how her tea is made and doesn’t really like anyone making it but will ask Will to make it because he makes it the best out of anyone

allergic to walnuts

loves anything nature and has a lot of plants in her apartment and some at her parents house that her mom loves to take care of

definitely doesn’t care if her jewelry is gold or silver

is a big sweets person

octavia hughes

favorites

a good piece of toast

baked goods, especially ones her mother made

pumpkin pancakes in the fall

strawberry cupcakes

would literally drink coffee only if she could, doesn’t care what type of coffee just wants coffee

chocolate covered strawberries are her favorite dessert

her favorite season is winter

favorite flowers are roses specifically octavia roses

favorite color is any shade of purple

favorite show is the 100 and has rewatched it many times, favorite movie is mazer runner or hunger games

facts

is a really great artist especially with paints

comes off colder and sassy to most but has a very big soft spot for her family and the ones she cares for

always loved leather jackets and most of the time is always wearing one

learning slovak so she can talk to Simon more

has always loved the moon since she was baby, and eventually got the moon cycles tattooed onto her

she was named after her mothers favorite flowers, octavia roses

her name also means eight, she was born eight minutes before Luke, hence why she plays with the number 8

genuinely doesn’t care for her fashion besides her leather jackets and sneakers

has always wanted a long hair dachshund puppy

not the biggest jewelry person but if she wears any she likes silver

clementine bedard

favorites

tea specifically peppermint tea

peppermint candys

mac and cheese

loves all seasons as long as she is near the beach

sunglasses! always wearing them

loves her moms homemade cinnamon rolls

favorite flower are daisies

favorite colors are red and black

favorite animals are cheetahs

favorite show or movie to watch is probably anything on netflix

facts

has a peppermint candy before ever game

if she could she would live on mac and cheese and peppermint tea

always wear her sea star necklace she never takes off, a gift from her siblings

she’s a great surfer and could of competed if she didn’t go to the NHL

always has her hair in two braids for games

the only active player in the NHL with a no curve blade

she tapes her elbow before ever practice, workout and game not feeling comfortable without it

a really big formula one fan

she has a few screws left in her elbow after her two surgeries, the rest of the screws and plates were removed

she’s a big trinket collector, loves collecting little trinkets from all diffent places

allergic to peanuts

maddox hughes

favorites

black coffee.

simple flavored macroons

fettuccine alfredo specially his moms

avocado toast

favorite color is olive green

favorite season is winter

has always loved violet flowers

the arctic monkeys is all time favorite band

the snow and rain is his favorite, amy cold weather he is happy

facts

loves fixing up old cars and has many old cars he’s fixed up

a really big reader and always has a book with him

cat person doesn’t really like dogs

absolutely despises waking up early would happy sleep all day

not a big sweets person, very slight sweet things he’s okay with

he didn’t like living in tampa bay hating how hot it is and how much sun there is

has reading glasses from how much he strained his eyes from reading all the time

has always been very tall and it wasn’t that surprising when he was the tallest out of the family by inches

has had a best friend since they moved to toronto named sophia, and they have always been platonic soulmates

grey thompson

favorites

breakfast food! loves all breakfast foods especially waffles

fruits has always a been her favorite foods

chocolate covered strawberries

banna bread her dad’s recipe

hamburgers

crêpes from monaco

sunny weather

summer is her favorite season

magnolias are her favorite flowers

blues are her favorite colors

facts

never liked playing hockey but she can still skate really well and always enjoys watching hockey

hates fish, as she is allergic to most fish

always is wearing her set of rings and two necklaces that are very important to her

use to ride horses when she was younger in competitions

likes to be very organized especially with how much she travels

loves animals but knows her lifestyle isn’t good for one

whenever she is away from luke she always sleeps in his hoodie

loves to design new designs for her race helmets she always has something for her brother on her helmet no matter what

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

If a gallifreyan and a human reproduced successfully and never told the kid that they were anything other than human and raised the child among other humans (eg. on earth), how long would it take for the kid to realize they weren't human on their own? (ignoring that a human doctor would probably notice something at some point)

{AKA: how does gallifreyan childhood development differ from human childhood development?}

How long would it take for a Gallifreyan-Human hybrid child to realise they're not human?

Raising a Gallifreyan-human hybrid child on Earth without revealing their true heritage is a kooky idea. Of course, every child will be different, with certain abilities emerging at different times, especially when it comes to hybrid children. Also, parentage might influence certain traits (such as talents in language for children of Prydonians),

👶 Early Childhood (0-5 Years)

👤 Physical: Their physical growth will be indistinguishable from that of human children, but subtle differences could emerge in their natural resilience to illnesses and injuries - they rarely get ill, and bruises heal in a flash.

🧠 Mental: The hybrid child will be way ahead in their cognition than humans their age. Caregivers and educators could notice enhanced memory, quicker learning, and problem-solving skills when they rock through puzzles designed for much older children.

👁️ Sensory: The child might show heightened sensory perception, such as better vision and hearing (like being able to perceive conversations or see things very clearly from a distance), though these differences may not be immediately noticeable.

🤯 Psionics: Psionic abilities here are probably quite limited.

💬 Social: Social interactions might be typical, though the child might display advanced language skills and emotional intelligence with better vocabulary and understanding of social cues.

🤔 Aware?: Likely no self-awareness of being different.

🧒 Childhood (6-12 Years)

👤 Physical: As the child becomes more active, their superior healing abilities will become apparent. Quick recovery from injuries, fewer illnesses, and heightened stamina and strength could raise a little flag.

🧠 Mental: The child’s advanced cognitive abilities will continue to set them apart. They'll excel in school, probably winning multiple academic awards or breezing through complex subjects like mathematics and science.

👁️ Sensory: The child might start to notice their heightened senses (by this time including somatic senses) aren't what others are experiencing. They'll see or hear things others can't, making them confused, curious, and possibly scared. Psionics may also start to creep in here, and they'll start realising they don't seem to have to wear a coat in the playground in the winter and that's either super cool or super weird by their peer's standards.

💬 Social: Due to their advanced abilities, the child may feel slightly out of sync with peers, potentially leading to social isolation or misunderstanding. They may prefer the company of adults or older children because they find it easier to relate to them intellectually.

🤯Psionic: Might start to partially emerge, manifesting as occasional stray 'transmissions' or brief moments of telepathy, like hearing random unpinpointed thoughts or getting a sense of emotion from people around them without understanding why.

🤔 Aware?: Subtle differences might be noticed, but probably not enough to lead to full self-realisation.

🧑 Adolescence (13-18 Years)

👤 Physical: In adolescence, the hybrid’s lindos-based healing abilities are almost spontaneous. Minor injuries that heal remarkably fast or an overall robust health could lead to some weird questions. They're also dealing with all the physical changes humans deal with on top of their Gallifreyan changes.

🧠 Mental: Advanced cognitive functions continue, with exceptional capabilities in learning and understanding complex concepts. They could probably understand advanced scientific theories and speak multiple languages without much effort.

👁️ Sensory: Psychic and time-based abilities will start to really kick in during puberty, a time of significant physiological and psychological change, and that's gonna be wild. They will start noticing temporal irregularities or have a natural sense of historical and future events, which will be confusing when you're pretty sure something happened and didn't happen simultaneously, and your human history teacher isn't amused.

💬 Social: The hybrid might feel physically, emotionally, and mentally different. Their advanced cognitive and sensory abilities might lead to feelings of isolation or misunderstanding among peers - they might struggle with teenage social dynamics because they think on a different level.

🤯Psionic: These abilities become more pronounced but potentially uncontrollable. Without guidance from a Gallifreyan parent, the child might experience many voices in their head or, in wild cases, objects moving when they're upset.

🤔 Aware?: I think somewhere amid this hot mess, they'll figure it out.

🧑‍🎓 Adulthood (18+ Years)

👤 Physical: As the hybrid fully matures, their differences might become more pronounced. Enhanced reflexes and superior physical condition could be significant indicators.

🧠 Mental: The hybrid might intuitively understand complex problems at PhD level without even trying, and crazy good memory retention.

👁️ Sensory: Depending on the strength of their Gallifreyan heritage, they'll now have an instinctive understanding of time that humans lack. They'll also be sensing a million other things that other humans can't, and hopefully they'll have much better control over all these things than when they were a teenager.

💬 Social: The hybrid might feel increasingly isolated due to their differences but also potentially drawn to find others like themselves or understand their true heritage.

🤯 Psionic: Psionic abilities might have stabilised, becoming a bit more controlled and reliable, like the senses.

🤔 Aware?: If they don't know by now, they're gonna have a bad life.

🌟 Gallifreyan Childhood Development vs. Human Childhood Development

Physical Resilience: Gallifreyan hybrids heal faster and have greater resistance to diseases.

Cognitive Abilities: Enhanced memory, learning speed, and problem-solving skills are evident from an early age.

Sensory Perception: Heightened senses may lead to the early realisation of being different.

Psychic Abilities: Potential for telepathy or other psychic phenomena, particularly during adolescence.

Time Sensitivity: Unique perception of time, distinct from humans.

🏫 So ...

A Gallifreyan-human hybrid child would gradually notice their differences without being told their true heritage, somewhere in the windy wilds of adolescence. But as stated, every child is different, and will do and be things at different times.

Related:

💬|🍼👶What would a Human/Gallifreyan child be like?: Developmental expectations of a hybrid.

💬|🍼👶What would a Human/Gallifreyan pregnancy look like?: Details on the possible gestational aspects of a hybrid pregnancy.

💬|🍼🧶Can a human and a Time Lord loom a child?: Overview of the looming process for hybrids.

Hope that helped! 😃

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Lets Watch Murder Mystery TV and Listen To 80s Music

Keigo Takami x reader, sfw, word count 7,652, gender neutral pronouns for reader, tw for mild violence,

Not really fluff? Well there's a little fluff. Hawks needs your quirk, and in the process gets tangled up in your quiet but brightly lit life. He hangs around :p

Your bag felt heavier than usual as you boarded the bus. The sky was a hazy blue, and it was just cold enough for a hoodie. You had little plans for the day: visit a few of your favorite shops, come back home, maybe make a new playlist, and read a little. It was your day off from work, one you would typically save for relaxing.

You took a window seat and opened the letter again. It had been among some junk mail. It looked inconspicuous. But you had not been able to identify a sender; not even some scam credit card company wouldn’t leave the envelope unaddressed. Opening it, you found a handwritten letter—or rather, a note.

'meet me at the infinity mirrors' 

You didn't know what that meant at first. You folded the paper into your pocket, trying to decipher the list of possible suspects. Who would send you a letter? No one came to mind, especially with the message the letter was trying to send. Anyone close to you would not bring up mirrors or reflections; they'd know better. 

The bus turned a corner, and it came to you—an infinity mirror. It was an exhibit at the art museum. Checking Google confirmed your suspicions. Yayoi Kusama's infinity mirrors, while undeniably ethereal, made a part of your heart shudder. 

It was in line with your bus's route, though. You could stay on for another two stops and walk to the art museum. But you didn't. You didn't want to talk to anyone there. You didn't want to go there at all. If someone wanted to talk to you so badly, they would find another way. 

You texted a friend about the weird note, went about your shopping, and carried on. 

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

It had been raining for several days now. You were in the kitchen watching over the stove as you cooked dinner. Taking occasional glances at the rain's patter and consistent hum. With winter beginning to melt away, you had hoped for a bit of sun, but the gray clouds did not seem to be leaving any time soon. 

You flicked the stove off, and the burners shut off. There is another sound. You look around to find its source and see an envelope had slipped through your mailbox. Mail had already come today. You pick it up with tender fingers and peek out the window. No one was there. 

You hesitate to open it, but curiosity gets the better of you. It's the same handwriting and the same message. 

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The next morning, another letter of the same variety came in the mail. Today was different, though. You needed to go to work. Since you didn't work with customers, you didn't need to wear a uniform, but you always ended up in all-black clothes anyway because they hid water stains. 

The city unfolded before you on the bus. The children playing at the park were bright, colorful splotches in the gray matter of the sky—street vendors with flowers, food, and trinkets. Shops with open doors, smoke pillowing off the restaurant roofs. Skyscrapers and high-rise apartments were distant in their mass, like giants watching over the streets. 

You pulled for your stop. The downtown aquarium was not particularly packed in the middle of the day. You breeze past the front desk, swipe into the back office, and toss your things into your locker. 

Most of the place was designed to look like an underwater cave. The only light was the blues, purples, and pinks from the walls of tanks. Some rooms allowed for more light, and the water was a lighter blue, but it was never harsh light. You did a typical walkthrough first, and then it was time to check filters, switch cartridges, and make sure tank temperatures stayed accurate. 

You spent most of the day ducking in and out of doors, walking along small private staircases away from the public. Then you moved to another tank. The jellyfish tank was massive and an odd circular shape, too, which meant the filters were in strange spots. 

It was on one of these staircases that you met him.

"You know it's rude to ignore an invitation completely," The sudden intrusion froze you; you're sitting on the catwalk, leaning over the jellyfish. You find Hawks, a face impossible not to recognize. Unsure of what to say to the superstar, you stayed silent. 

"Was going to leave you another note at the front desk but thought it would be better to invite you myself," He pulled an envelope from his jacket pocket and extended it to you. 

You took it and found tickets to the art exhibit inside, "I don't know why you keep trying to get me to go, I'm not, and this is an employee-only space, you need to leave," 

Perhaps you wouldn't have been so curt if he hadn't bought up the infinity mirrors. The wall is entirely blue, and his red wings clashed with it as he descended the stairs. You follow, trying to show him out. Once back out in the dark, low lighting of the tanks, he said something that puts your heart onto a roller coaster. 

"There's not a lot of room for shadows here, is there?" He asked. You stared at him, disgusted. 

"What do you want?"

"You're help,"

"I doubt a quirk like mine is irreplaceable," You started to walk along the path of tanks. Green chromis schools, corydoras, and yellow-headed jaw fish burrowing and playing with sand. 

"Give yourself more credit,"

"Give myself credit for something I was born with?"

"You know what I mean,"

"I do," You said with a sarcastic scoff. He was going to try to flatter you, weasel his words like splinters under your skin. He just wanted help. 

"Don't you want to know why? What for?"

You did, but you would not admit this to him. It wouldn't matter anyway. You had been struggling to use your quirk for a long time. He stopped in front of the tank with various colorful saltwater fish. You kept walking. You think he'd have given in and followed, but he is still watching the fish.

"You really need to leave,"

He holds up his wrist to show you his wristband, "I'm an esteemed guest,"

You stood next to him, watching as the fish glided by with ease, twisting around coral and ducking through rocks. He pointed at one of the fish, "What's that one?"

"A mandarin goby,"

He hummed like he had just learned a secret—the goby flutters along the coral, around rocks. At first, you chose to work at the aquarium because of your own needs. A quiet, dark place. One where a person didn't pay much mind to the reflections around them but rather the fish. After your week long training you found that you had grown attached to the fish. 

They swam and ate. Their purpose was direct and easy to understand. They had fins, so they swam. Often, you'd get stuck watching the creatures gracefully shift through the waters. You took a glimpse at Hawks in the weak reflection of the glass. His wings tucked behind his shoulders, he looked out of orbit here. 

You sighed, and Hawks turned to you, "Fine. I'll go with you. But I can't promise I can help," 

     ༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

In midday, the gallery had started to fill up with people. A few people came up to Hawks to take pictures, but other than that, it was quiet. You supposed it had something to do with the atmosphere, the way a library was meant to be quiet. 

Neither of you stopped by the various paintings or the quilt exhibit. You two had an obvious destination. You stepped closer to a painting to avoid knocking into another guest when Hawks chuckled, looking back at the almost collision. 

"How does that work?"

"How does what work?" You asked, and Hawks gestured with his hand to the lights that pointed to the paintings. 

"I'm not sure. My body doesn't change, I don't refract light, I don't have something that changes the density of my body, its something else," 

Hawks was still looking at the floor and the walls behind you, "Does it…bother you?"

"Yes," You said with gritted teeth, trying not to be too harsh with him. He knew exactly what to say to irritate you. 

"Did you have one when you were younger?"

"Yes," You don't know how to explain to anyone what it was like. Being five years old in the classroom, sitting during reading time and listening to your teacher, you were tired, eyes blinking slowly as the warm golden sun entered the class windows. Then your shadow started to shrink away, you looked out to find what cloud was passing by but found none. You straighten up, trying to find out what was wrong but nothing was wrong. Your shadow had disappeared. 

It was like losing a friend you didn't know you had. 

Another banner directed you two down a long corridor. A gallery attendant greeted you, explained how to interact with the exhibit, giving Hawks a shy warning about his wing span. In the gallery room you found six large boxes, like little rooms. You realized that this was where the mirrors must be and shrunk back. Hawks waited patiently at the entrance to one of the boxes. 

He opened the door for you and you step inside. All the walls were mirrors. Endless sparks of light, lone sparkles of light hanging in the void. Hawks' silhouette was repeated over and over again in the mirrors, you were not. You had no shadow, no reflection, and in a room full of both you were a pure observer. 

"Woah," Hawks circled you, eyes flitting between you and the mirrors. 

"It's not about light or absence of light, it's about existing somewhere else," you said, taking careful steps to get closer to one of the walls, "I used to go this lab, which is where you must have got my information," You paused hoping those words strike him somewhere, "we did lots of tests, experiments, in the end the closest we came to a conclusion," you pressed your fingers up to the mirror, a blip of ripples, and then your hand is sinking into the mirror. 

Hawks watched closely as you stepped into the mirror. Once you were on the other side you started to walk along the perimeter of the room. He couldn’t pinpoint where your voice was coming from though, it was softer, less distinct and echoed around him, "Is that I exist in more than one place, and that is what allows my quirk to work," You stepped back out of the mirror. 

"That is not a simple quirk." Hawks said as you two headed to the next room. You shrugged, unsure how to explain that beyond your mirror tricks, you couldn't do much. 

The next box was brightly lit, and soft sculptures rose from the floor like roots. White with red polka dots, the twisted vines repeated forever in the wall of mirrors. 

"Can you show me the other thing?" Hawks said, looking for a place to step that wouldn't disrupt the exhibit. You stepped into the mirror. 

"What do you want to see?" You asked him. 

“Anything," He said, you closed your eyes in concentration. You thought of a clear blue sky, you started to wander in the image a bit, there was a grassy hill, tall trees, wild flowers. 

You decided to try something else. From Hawks's perspective, the mirrors turned into the grassy hill, and then the image wavered as you imagined something else. 

It was the aquarium. He saw himself through your eyes as he cornered you on the catwalk. The two of you in the gallery and everything until this moment. 

You stepped out back into the art piece, "It's easier for me when something is fresh in my mind, or when I get to make something up, because then the details are less important," 

"Good to know,"

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Hawks and you had settled into a cafe not far from the museum. One that he must have frequented often enough because the baristas only nodded at him and later brought out his order. An iced caramel latte and a slice of crepe cake. He ate as he spoke. 

"We've tried to break the hypnosis in a lot of ways. But the way the hypnosis is cast is through reflections somehow, you are the safest option for us," 

"What if it doesn't work?"

"We'll have a test run. We have one of the victims in custody now and we want you to try to work with them," 

You placed your drink on the table. Getting a chance to help people would be nice but this situation had the chance to escalate into something more dangerous. You weren't a hero either; you didn't have a license, so this whole ordeal felt a bit off to you no matter how many times Hawks said there were papers you could sign. 

Hawks had explained that someone was using their quirk to control people, but once the person was no longer of use they would just abandon them. With no one to control them they were mindless and couldn't complete simple tasks on their own. So far the hypnosis had been used mainly for breaking and entering.

"Can I ask you something else?" He asked.

"What?"

"Why didn't you become a hero?" He thought your quirk was brilliant. 

"It's not as desirable as you think," You said, covering your mouth with your drink. 

"Never said it was," 

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

That night at home you couldn't stop thinking of Hawk's face when he had said that. Had he not wanted to be a hero? Some heroes were open about their personal lives, where they came from, their family, but upon reflection you knew very little about Hawks. 

To be as good a hero as he was though, he had to garner something from it, have some passion, but it probably wasn't that straightforward. 

You laid in bed that night thinking about Hawks. Despite the tense beginning you had had with him, you found something about him easy-going. He had also been the first person in a long time to witness your quirk, which was an honor of sorts. 

Helping people with your quirk had always sounded out of reach to you. It didn't click with you. Ever. Your quirk was strange, and it took a lot of energy from you. As a child you worked endlessly to try to get any sort of tolerance but that didn't work. The art exhibit with Hawks had left you desperate for a meal and nap. 

You worried that he would ask for you to do more.  

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Hawks was asking you to do more. Or he was taking precautionary measures that you wanted to roll your eyes at. He had given you directions to what appeared to be an office building but upon entering you recognized it as a kind of lab, or hospital. 

There was also a space meant just for quirk usage and physical training, from the type of gym equipment there you supposed the room could be used for physical therapy. 

But that was not what you and Hawks were using it for. You were sweating, hunched over, hands on knees, trying to regain some composure. He was there, waiting patiently. Or maybe not patiently. The more time you spent with the hero, the harder he became to read. In his arms was a mirror, a cheap full length one that had a little waver in its reflection. 

"One more," Hawks said. 

You nodded. Taking your hand to wipe away the dewing sweat on your forehead, you let the motion flow. From your face to the mirror you pointed. The mirror exploded in imagery. Straining, you tried to focus on the one image you needed. Colorful stars that started to swirl in a kaleidoscope. You increased the speed they moved and then violently halted them. It was going to be the first image you tried with the victims. 

Hawks seemed satisfied for the day and sat beside you on the little plastic bench. You tried not to down all your water bottle at once, to slow your breathing back to its normal pace. 

As you calmed you started to feel the soreness in your body from the work. The room smelled of sweat, and there was another scent there too. Like the manufactured perfumes that men wore, that were unnatural and brazen. You sniffed the air and decided it was Hawks. 

"What's wrong?" Hawks was following your gaze to the mirror. You shrug, still trying to wind down from the session, "Maybe if you use your quirk more it will come back. You never know," 

He was referring to your shadow. You shook your head. The room shrinking in on you, the terrible mirror, Hawks revolving door of emotions that moved just as fast. 

"Don't count on it," 

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The first session with a victim went rather smoothly. They do vomit and scream, begged for water to drink. You had tried to interject to help them but a swarm of medical professionals had descended upon the room. 

Only Hawks and you remained in the room now. It was designed for this exact purpose. Tall mirrors, the cleanest, clearest you had ever seen were the walls, ceiling and floor. A steel table and chair chained to the ground. Hawks sat in it were less than an hour ago the hypnotized victim sat. Hawks boots propped up on the table, "Have you ever taken someone in?"

"I'd never do that to someone," 

"Why not?" 

"I don't even understand my quirk, how could I be sure another person would even survive?" 

A single red feather darted into the mirror like a bird blindsided by a window in its flight path. You shook your head no, leaving him alone in the room. 

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The second go with breaking the hypnosis is much the same. This time you try more soothing images, a beach on a bright afternoon, rolling waves that crash onto the beach. Unlike the last victim, who was awoken by spinning stars, this one does not throw up. They are still rather dizzy though. 

You leave before Hawks can spin his way around the guards to make chirps about your quirk. They are always indirect. He mentions buying a new desk lamp that doesn't create too much shadow, or asking for mirror recommendations because his last one fell over and broke. He knows a guy who can copy quirks, he's been taking a protein that according to ad's strengthens your quirk. Buffers really before he asks his main question again more directly. 

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The fifth victim does not wake up. You tried the beach. A stunning field of flowers below a mountain valley. City at dawn. You cut the illusions, Hawks opened the hidden door to hand you the victims file again. 

You hesitated before conjuring up their childhood home, their old school, a restaurant their parents had mentioned in their interview. Family had been contacted as they were once again legal guardians over their incapacitated mind numbed adults. None of the information they gave you worked. 

You were dismissed after an hour of attempts. You could barely stand and let Hawks put his shoulder under yours to guide you out into the hallway. You two sat on the bench in silence not looking at each other.

There was a boiling disappointment in you. Why didn’t it work this time? What could you have done to make it work? Was it even you? Not knowing made it worse. You wanted to be able to ask someone, anyone, but truly the answer was invisible. 

"Hawks," He sat up, he had been leaning on his knees but now he placed his head back against the wall to show he was listening, "Let's try it," 

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Your house had light everywhere. Lamps and nightlights kept a steady flow of ambient light. You hadn't considered why you had been drawn to decorate this way until you came home and all the lights switched on. 

Hawks kept his wings tucked close as he followed you to the kitchen. You told him to help himself to the fridge as you searched for something in the bedroom. In your absence several feathers dislodged and surveyed the house in detail for him. 

He poured himself a glass of water and took an apple from the bowl on the counter. He did feel uneasy about pushing you to this. He never expected you to change your mind, and if he was honest, the expression on your face back at the lab was a frightening form of resolve. 

"This," You returned to the kitchen, in your hand was a compact mirror, "is an old birthday gift," 

You handed the mirror to Hawks, he admired you for a very brief moment, you changed into more comfortable clothes and looked much more relaxed. Then he admired the mirror. It was old, but clean and durable, you'd kept good care of it. Silver, with an intricate engraving on the back. He pushed a button and it popped open revealing the mirror. 

"Why this?"

"It's the only mirror I've ever liked,"

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Hawks stood with Tokoyami and Sero in an empty UA classroom. Originally Hawks had wanted Best Jeanist for this job but his instinct told him that having another high ranking hero involved would have been too overwhelming for you. 

Hawks gave the boys a pat on the back before drifting out into the hallway on a soft glide. Your bathroom trip was exceeding a normal time and Hawks sidled up to the restroom entrance. A sharp turn guarded the bathroom stalls. He could hear the drip of the faucet, your hands grinding as you gripped the sink.

He stepped into the restroom, you had been staring straight into the mirror and upon hearing him turned to meet his eyes. In the afternoon sunlight, your own eyes shone with natural warmth. This one moment of eye contact felt so long, so illuminated and pure that Hawks was truly unprepared for the way your body snapped against the wall. 

But it wasn’t the wall it was the mirror. Both of you were screaming, but your voice was muffled and echoing. Half your body, including your head, had been yanked into the mirror. Hawks had managed to grab your other arm and braced his shoes against the sink. 

Tokoyami and Sero were quick on their response. Tape, feathers, and a dark rope of shadow wrapped around your arm.

"Talk to me!" Hawks gasped out the words, his entire body tense as he and the boys tried to bring you back, "What do you see?"

"Nothing! There’s nothing-" whatever you were going to say next gets cut off by a deafening screech, then a flashbang as a howl of light encompassed the bathroom. Dark Shadow retreated and there was another bang as Sero threw his other arm out to catch you, his body colliding with the sink. The sound of ripping tape as he kept having to throw new strips out.   

"Tokoyami, there’s a mirror in my pocket, open it," Hawk’s work-study student does as ordered and Hawks calls your name out once more, "You need to follow my voice, jump to the sound of my voice, you mirror is in front of me," 

Tokoyami held the little compact mirror out in front of Hawk's face. Your whole body shook and burned with the effort. You listened to Hawks, who was recounting nonsense, but his voice was clear. Shutting your eyes tight, you hone in on his voice. You think of the mirror you’ve seen dozens of times, what it must look like in front of Hawks and then silence. 

The light, the tape, the rustle of feathers all stop. The mirror above the sink showed three startled faces. With a definitive strike Hawks shattered the larger mirror. Still, he was skeptical and turned the compact mirror the other way, as if what was on the other side of the mirror was still going to reach out and grab you. 

"You two get me Aizawa," The boys ran off, sneakers squeaking out in the hall as they ran as fast as possible.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The next day Hawks was deciding on which pastry to bring to your house. Chocolate filled croissant? Matcha sugar cookies? Strawberry tarts? Lucky for him he didn’t have to decide, the bakery staff gave him three of everything packaged perfectly in a box. He paid anyway, putting the change in the tip jar. 

"I told you to give me some time," You opened the door with a dejected hunch in your shoulders that made Hawks grimace. He worked you too hard.

He held up the bakery box, ribbons twirling around his wrist, "I'm not here on business," 

You ushered him in, returning to watering your plants around the kitchen and living room. A throw back 80s playlist keeping you company as you tended to your plants. 

"Coffee or tea?" Hawks asked, rummaging through your cabinets with his feathers. With drinks and pastries, you sat on the couch with the pro. 

"So every episode there’s a murder?"

"Yeah and every episode they solve it," You said taking another bite. 

"How are they not a murder suspect too? I mean solving a crime every week?" Hawks eyes don't leave the tv screen though as he took jabs at which suspect was the killer. From the corner of your eye he looked extraordinarily human. The evening slipped away with a gentle sundown, more liquid in your mug, and an empty box of treats. 

By the time he leaves it’s late. The moon was the only light as you walked him outside. Before he took off into the sky you grabbed onto his jacket, "I'm ready this time," 

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

This time, Hawks was having Jeanist escort the two of you on your adventure. Hawks had rented out a dance studio, the large mirror on the opposite end of the room exactly what you needed for today's task. Jeanist had your compact safely tucked into his pocket. He had also secured you and Hawks with fabric around the waist. 

Hawks looked up at you, he's crouched on the floor, unintentionally shielding himself from the mirror with his wings. You nod, then turn back around to Jeanist, "One more thing," You hand Jenasit a small portable radio that can clip onto the side of his belt, "Keep this on, I'll have an easier time knowing where I should go when I need to get back," 

You had only ever used your quirk to disappear into mirrors and change the image the mirror showed. What light and reflection had to do with your quirk you weren't sure. You had also never attempted to stray from the mirror. This concept was hard for Hawks to grasp but you said once he was on the other side he’d understand. 

Now you two stood inches frm the mirror. His reflection stared at you but nothing stared at him in return. 

"Easy now," Hawks said, with a teasing smile he hoped was reassuring. You had taken his hand and were pressing it to the mirror's surface. A ripple of the image as his gloved hand disappeared into the surface. The ripples got violent quickly and you and Hawks pulled back, the rope around your waist going taut as Jeanist prepared himself too. 

The rope became even tighter as Hawks ran towards you from inside the mirror. The real Hawks, the one next to you, felt his breath hitch as his reflection separated from him. His reflection had come right up to the mirror's edge. This Hawks was screaming, pointing back into the void he had come from, urging you to follow, and you did, or you tried to. 

The Hawks next to you grabbed your wrist, "If I was trying to trick you that's totally something I would do"

"Are you sure that’s you?" Jenaist said from behind, you and Hawks exchanged a glance. He was thinking of that day in the museum, when he had asked if a missing shadow, a missing reflection bothered you and he could say for certain now that he felt the same. 

Suddenly, as if both of you were reminiscing on the same thought you both checked Hawks shadow. There was nothing. Hawks spread his wings to their full span, the shadow his wings cast was gone too. 

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

"Fuck," You said, taking another gander at his absent shadow, lifting his arms for him and ducking under his elbow, "I'm sorry, I don’t, I don’t know how or why that happened," 

"It's okay, let’s keep going," It's not okay, though. Hawks has never felt so uneasy in his life and as you two approached the mirror again you got closer to each other with each step until his shoulder was linked to yours. He wants to say something is wrong. The phrase kept repeating itself in his mind. Internally he knew that it was not just how dangerous this was, but a new unbridled rooting of fear he had not felt before, Hawks knew the loss of his shadow was to blame. 

You two entered the mirror. 

You grounded yourself as best you could. Hawk's nervousness edged your anxiety to a new height. Hawks took in a breath like he was diving into a pool, his upper half submerged into the mirror. You took initiative, moving several paces forward when a crash interrupted the 80s tunes playing on the radio. Hawks was no longer behind you, you barreled out into the studio landing hard onto the floor. Not as hard as Hawks had, who from the looks of things had been thrown out of the mirror. 

Jeanist had been able to catch him, but not fast enough, as the shelf Hawks launched into was in pieces. "Hawks!" came from your mouth most clearly, followed by an onslaught of concerned questions. 

He put his hand up to show he was fine and that you could stop questioning him. You frown, unable to place the emotion on his face, his furrowed eyebrows and gleaming eyes. When he picked you up, wind howling as he aimed for the mirror you realized its determination that was written all over him. 

"Don’t let go of me," He said in a whisper but still it echoed softly now that you were on the other side of the mirror again. He put you down and clarified himself when you kept your arms around his neck, "I just mean," He hesitated, eyes fully taking in the odd space, "I think if you’re not touching me I'll get thrown out," 

You nodded, removed your arms from his neck, slid your hand down his shoulder and connected it to his hand. You touched his waist, taking the rope Jeanist still had tied there and moving it to the joined hands. 

"I get it now," He said, head tilting backwards as he took in the mirror. It was not reflective on this side, but it was also not a window. Vague shapes, colors, and light from the room are visible but so distorted that if he hadn’t been on the other side he wouldn't know what was there at all. All around is emptiness, pitch black. The mirror is the same size it was in the dance studio, here it exists in the nothing, a thin sheet hanging in the void. 

"Wait," You said. It’s taking longer with him here. Seconds later another mirror appeared off in the distance. No not a mirror, its shape wasn’t as solid, as distinct. 

"What is that?" He asked stepping towards it but you pulled him back to the mirror. 

"It’s the window, the one on the door of the dance studio," 

"Oh, we could leave through it?" 

"Yes, if we wanted too. But that’s not what I'm waiting for," 

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

A door opens. Hawks knew it was not another reflection, unlike the mirrors and windows you passed on your way to the studio. No, this was a real door. And sunlight, sky, and life were on the other side of it. But nothing stepped through. 

Taking steps in time with one another you approached slowly. Closer, you recognized the door. It’s the door of your childhood home. It’s so dark that it was hard for you to see the color and design of it. 

"Hawks-"

"My names Keigo," You turn to look at him and his wild eyed expression matches your own, "I dont know, this place," He couldn’t explain how he felt like he was looking down a well, how his stomach and head and hands felt empty and disconnected.  

You nodded, "I know its strange in here," You took a surveying glance around the darkness, "We have to go through that door," 

His hand gripped yours tighter and it was a red feather that entered the door first, "I don’t sense anything, not even the air, it’s all still," 

You took the door knob in your hand and opened it wider. An amalgamation of rooms waited on the other side. Your favorite window from your school days, the employee door from an old restaurant in your neighborhood. Carpet and tile, plaster and wallpaper. 

A stinging in your arm as you collided with the solid black ground. Hawks and you are separated, Jeansit's ropes of fabric flail as they tried to find purchase on Keigo's body. A mess of dark shadow clobbered on top of him, his wings took their full span, a jet stream of air as he flew backwards low to the ground. The shadow was not solid, its jagged lines and edges moved in constant fretting jabs. 

Keigo flew upwards and discovered that this void did have a ceiling. His feathers easily pierced the shadow, but it didn’t seem to mind.

"Stop!" You cried out, clutching your arm and Keigo saw blood pooling around your fingers. He dove down to your side, or attempted to, he's cut off again by the large mass of energy. With a sharp turn, he gets low again, fingers brushing the floor as he grabbed one of Jeanist's ropes.

The creature lets out a howl, it was so loud it brought you to your knees, covering your ears, Keigo himself is barely able to resist the urge to do the same. When the howl dies you hear the 80s station much louder, Jeanist trying to assist anyway he could. 

Keigo could only evade as he was hunted. This must be part of your quirk, if he hurt it he hurt

you. You hunkered down where you stood, willing yourself to reel in the creature. Another jagged shape, this one much more clear in its proportions, it was Keigo's shadow. Black wings barreled into the middle of the shape, an agonizing screech as the black energy became even more disjointed. 

In the air Keigo came tumbling, his whole body clumsy as he fell. You ran to him, ducking, covering your head as the brawling shapes came dangerously close before fighting back up into the air. 

Awkwardly crawling and jogging you were able to get close to Keigo again. He wrapped your wrists together again, he was still laying on the floor though, unable to share his body with his shadow comfortably when separated. 

He fell back, his breath catching and arms grabbing at his sides. You looked back up at the fight. Keigo was taking damage that his shadow takes. 

"You should really be doing this for a living," Keigo said, smiling through his distress. Your quirk was perhaps not the most outwardly strong. But combined, it was scary. Jumping from reflection to reflection, manipulating the image of reflections and this. When inside a reflection, your shadow, yes, Keigo was certain now that jumbled mass of energy was your shadow. The way you accumulated damage through your shadow was not particularly ideal. From what he gathered, if a physical body attacked your shadow you were hurt in the process, but if another shadow attacked your own no damage was done to your body. 

"It won't hurt you," Keigo mused, trying to devise a proper solution. 

"And yours is protecting you," You said, standing, "You need to get your shadow and I need to get mine," 

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Running back to the mirror's edge, 80s music blaring but still ambient, you and Keigo yanked once on the ropes while running, the fabric went taut. Both shadows followed the movement, not as quickly as they were still diving at each other. Keigo pivoted on his foot, and with a motion so fast you couldn’t see it, there was a sword in his hand and it was right above you. 

All your senses halted, overpowered by the scream your shadow unleashed. Keigo knew you wouldn’t be fast enough, he took the rope around his waist and wrapped it around him and the angry shadow. His abdomen became shredded with cuts as he did so. He used a feather to pull the rope twice, signaling to Jeanist to pull him out. 

Keigo was able to get his upper body out of the mirror. He freed your shadow, warning Jeanist to get back. The mass of energy was enraged to be outside the mirror, it thrashed around the dance studio like an animal. It’s simple path of movement taking up the flooring. Kegio was overcome with an urge to calm it, but he couldn’t, half of his body was still inside the mirror. 

He could hear your voice, but it sounded like you were underwater and the echo, the music, the destruction, he couldn’t take it. A thumping on his legs, your hands grabbed at him, clutched him and he tried to go back to you but couldn’t 

You stole a move from Hawks, literally using his shadow as your own, and dove through the mirror. You were uneven in the air, your body and Keigo's not the same, and you could feel his shadow struggling to conform. You took control of it, used it like it was another limb, an extra thing, and it hurt. It hurt Keigo, it hurt you, but you head straight for the creature. 

"Jeanist!" You and Jeanist wrangled your shadow, which only hindered you more, rendering Keigo's shadow useless to you as you lacked the strength to control it further. You kneeled next to Keigo, pulled him out of the mirror while trying to give him back his shadow. It wouldn’t budge, the wings and wild hair stayed glued to you. Tired out, you got close to Keigo's ear, "You need to take your shadow back," 

"I'm trying," He said through gritted teeth. Keigo looked at Jeanist, at the struggle with your shadow, he locked eyes with Jeanist and you understood too late.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Two days later, you stand in the doorway to your house. Your arm is bandaged and Keigo was still next to you. 

"Let me sleep," he said, pushing past you to the living room couch. Keigo refused to leave your side. His shadow was still tethered to you, and yours to him. It felt sickening to be apart from him. Even the distance from the bedroom to the couch felt wrong, but you could already hear his snoring, and you doubted you could muster up the energy and courage to say something to him. 

You decided a shower was the best course of action. You had tried several times in the hospital to switch your shadows but could not seem to do so. You needed an empty body, your own shadow had to go back in the mirror. 

Jeanist had given you back the compact mirror, you stared at it. It was open on your dresser, maybe you could take it from Keigo while he was sleeping? But that didn't feel right either. He couldn't stay with your shadow. It wore him out, and the pain the first impact had on him was burned into your memory. It was the most pain you'd ever seen on another person, his face, his body, all screaming. And what would he do? Go out in public like this? 

He had flown here with you, but so high up his shadow was not a problem. Beyond that, it was still potentially dangerous for your shadow to be out. It had been tame, still messy and discombobulated but it kept to Keigo's body. 

Laying in bed, the previous day's replayed. Hawks and Jeansit had worked together before you knew that, they had a chemistry in battle and it had taken you seconds more than Jeanist to understand. Jeanist slammed the tied up shadow into Hawks. Outside the reflection, in the real world, your shadow could be harmed, Jeanist had been able to wrangle it. 

Cause really it was a beast, it wasn’t a normal shadow anymore. If Keigo had been awake, he'd have knocked your shoulder light and told you, "But it’s yours," 

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Keigo had taken up to watching his own array of mystery TV shows in the following days. He was ignoring every attempt the world was making to get in touch with him. Together, for almost a week, the two of you did nothing but order food, take long showers, and watch TV. 

Freshly showered, Keigo's hair was wrapped up in a towel, a maneuver you shared with him. With your eyes on the TV it was easier to ignore the mismatched shadows. It was unnerving to see Keigo, whose wings were intimidating enough, with a bizarre otherworldly shadow. Keigo felt the same about you, the familiar sight of his wings odd on another person.

"She's my favorite," Keigo said, dragging the spoon full of ice cream through his lips, "All she does is write books and walk around her tiny town. Do you know how much free time she must have? She writes books!" 

"Fair enough, I expected another detective to be your favorite,"

"Jessica Fletcher reigns," He twirled the spoon around and bumped it on your forehead, "Supreme," He finished the sentence. 

"Watch it, this is my couch and my TV if you remember correctly," 

He threw his thumb back to point over his shoulder, "And this is your shadow," 

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

On the sixth morning of the longest sleepover of your life, you found Hawks laying in the grass in the backyard. You lay next to him, legs in opposite directions but faces right next to eachother. 

"Going into that mirror, I’ve never felt anything like that. I don’t feel the same, I know I am but the way I feel everything," He meant this literally, a detached sensation haloed all his movements, "Is different now. I know you’re trying to fix this, and honestly I dont mind at all. I’d be okay if you took weeks, months, to figure this out," 

"Why?" Is all you could think to say. The grass cool on your back, the breeze gently rustled the leaves and shifted the hem of your shirt.

"I just want to rest and I can rest here," 

"Theres still things we need to do. Theres that last victim I need to help, and I'm sure you have even more," 

"I do, but for a little while I want to pretend like I dont," 

"Then I'm sorry," You said. 

Keigo looked up, at your side was the compact mirror pointed up at him, and in the grass he saw the black leaving his side like ink going down a drain. Your fingers pulled it towards you, sweat beaded at the top of your forehead from the effort. The second your shadow was free from him, Keigo's own leapt from your body back home. A flash of wings and limbs as it collided into his body. 

Keigo was so rejoiced and overcome with an unknown feeling of completeness, that his only means to express it was to take you in arms in a hug. Pulling you to your feet and muttering thank you over and over. 

He felt untangled, his lethargy had been soothed with his shadow. 

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

"I'm still going to come by," Keigo said. He wished he could say it to your face and not the back of your head. Which is what he opted for as you two stood outside the commissions offices. 

"Really?' You asked, turning back to face him. 

"I still haven’t finished watching Murder She Wrote," He grabbed the back of his neck, the same urge he had after you had given him his shadow pulling at him again, "And I would just need to see you now," 

"Thanks," You felt small, his whole team had thanked you endlessly for your help with the last victim of the mind control quirk. For all your help. They’d given you a bouquet and a fancy box of delicatessen fruit. 

"You don’t have to say thanks for that,"

"I'm the reason you’re in this mess, I have to say something," 

Keigo raised an eyebrow, "There isn’t a mess anymore," 

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

A/N: I've actually been working on this for YEARS. Several other of my Hawks oneshots got completed and posted before this ever got done. Some of the original scenes got wiped but overall I'm happy to have it off my chest. Enjoy the surprise update, uh love Hawks, and make sure to listen to my Keigo 80s playlist :p and you guessed it, this is only MILDLY proofread :p 

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Apex Legends OC introduction !

Legend Name — Kuippa

Real Name — Lumina Usva

Age — 38

Class — Support

Home Planet — Kalara

Tactical Ability — Emuu's Duty

Passive — Herd Watch

Ultimate — Hare's Sacred

WAYFARING GUARDIAN

Born in the cold grounds of Kalara, Lumina was foretold to become the protector of her village since her birth. Raised into spirituality but introduced to modern technology by early age, she mixed them to create amulets for all her “children“ to wear and be protected by. After a traitor convinced people of a fraud for a selfish-rooted ritual, the villagers were all lead to their deaths by beasts invading the village, and Lumina barely managed to escape the tragedy. She became a lonely wanderer of different paths, roads and planets, occasionally offering her help to people in need — and she finally joined the Games in hopes of finding new “children“ to herd.

TACTICAL ABILITY — EMUU'S DUTY

Give protection to a teammate by slightly disorienting an enemy's audio and blurring their vision if the teammate is aimed or shot at.

PASSIVE — HERD WATCH

Attach protective amulets to your teammates that immediately alert you if a teammate is in danger or out of your range.

ULTIMATE — HARE'S SACRED

Designate a worthy teammate. Stun and disorientate the enemy's vision and hearing if they shoot at the designated teammate.

Fun facts:

– She was originally meant to be a controller, but her abilities were too support-like and had to be reworked to suit the support role better.

– The amulets make it possible for her to protect her teammates and deceive enemies by mixing modern technology and her spiritual senses.

– She was raised to call even the elderly her children, and so has a habit of doing so even with the older Legends.

– Kalara is a made-up planet solely for Kuippa's lore. It is a freezing winter planet located in isolation with mostly pagan themes.

– Kuippa is a shortened version of “Kuippana,“ a forest spirit in Finnish mythology who was the bringer of hares and their “mother.“