#yeah i screamed when that happened. heehee

[starsh0cked]

okay so. two things!! first of all, over the course of january (and the beginning of february) i participated in the kirby oc secret santa, which was wonderfully hosted by @/moonverc3x. i was lucky enough to be the santa for @/starflungwaddledee, and ended up with two of my best pieces so far!!

these were CHALLENGING, though. which is where the second thing comes in!! under the cut, i'll be going over some of the sketches, drafts and phases of either piece! there's also a speedpaint. exciting!!

i'll be starting with my starstruck piece! the theme here was wanderlust - literally one of the most whimsical words i know - and generally anything to do with the stars. i had a few things in mind, but considering how long it sometimes takes to make artwork, i decided to roll with what inspired me the most.

this is the final sketch compared to the final artwork. certainly one of the crazier transformations i've done. i had a mental image of most parts of the artwork, from the material of starstruck's bow to the lighting cast by the stars. everything except for the grass (i hate grass!!) i ended up rendering the grass and background first, anyway.

doing the background before the rest of the artwork helps define the lighting and shadows! if i decided to draw starstruck before the background, i'd have to draw it according to the lighting.

weird explanation, but in summary: background before character helps the character look like a part of the environment! character before background means extra steps need to be taken before the character fits in the environment!

starstruck's bow was also a decent challenge! i'm a fan of bows and satin, so a satin bow sounded like a good idea. it was, but i've never drawn satin before. the workaround was an active satin study! i stared at a satin bow i found on pinterest and tried to understand how light spread over the material. it's quite interesting!!

you might notice that i flipped the direction of the shooting stars. this is for composition reasons!! i wanted to make starstruck the obvious focus, and while the contrast between her warmer palette and the background's cooler palette easily achieve that, i wanted to cement it. i also added little hand drawn sparklies everywhere. because i like it.

of course, i have to talk about the eyes!! if anything, i noticed that in all of starflung's drawings of starstruck, she had really glittery eyes. literally adorable. so i made it my mission to capture her feelings in her eyes!! i had a lot of fun making them super shiny and adding little stars in there. i also needed to pay attention to the subtle gradient, though - they fade from blue to pink if you zoom into starflung's artworks - and decided to keep it vibrant.

okay. thats all for this one!! i'd like to mention that in the original sketch for this specific pose, bandee was in the background. i really regret scrapping that now. oh, well!

time for morpho dee! i'll be starting for with the speedpaint for this one, mainly because it sort of explains some of the process by itself.

i restarted the shading... three or four times at least? so yeah. i was losing it on this piece. i'll be completely honest, i contemplated dropping it for the sake of meeting the deadline. it wasn't stressing me out, but i had studies to worry about too, and i was worried that it wouldn't be of great quality? but after some advice from my beloved older sister, i managed to turn the tide!!

this is a first for me, but everything here was a challenge. if you scroll through my account and the few artworks i've posted, you'll notice that i draw gijinkas far more than orbs. now, you may be wondering why this didn't pose so much of an issue for my starstruck piece! it's mainly because i chose a far simpler pose for her than i did for morpho over here.

for morpho, the artwork needed to be dramatic. i draw cutesy things - while i've always wanted to draw something dramatic, i've never pushed myself to do it. until this artwork! i went for a dynamic pose which would (hopefully) pull the viewer's eye towards morpho dee. that's what's up with the foreshortned spear! i also realised that the plcement of his feet would be quite significant to the artwork. you might not know this, but feet are my greatest enemy. i'm still trying to figure out how best to draw them for people or orbs, but i'm getting there.

after 'lineart' (which really ended up being a cleaned sketch - this was supposed to be linelessly rendered, but i gave up on that) the pose was no longer a problem. because the shading was! hooray!!

nothing has quite bewildered me like metal shading has. i've shaded gold. satin. cotton, fluffy scarves, shiny things, grass. yet metal shading continues to elude me! this was, hands down, the most difficult part of this artwork. i struggled to make sense of how the lighting was supposed to work, even with references. and every time i thought it made sense, i ended up with something i didn't like the look of. the solution? long breaks, more references and pinterest tutorials. i have no clue how i managed this, but we got here anyways. i finished it off by colouring the lineart according to the shading.

i have experience with drawing fire, at least! it was three or four years ago in an old artwork, but i have experience! i simply had to figure out how to work it into the atmosphere. for the glow, i duplicated the layer, gaussian blurred it and used a slight glow layer! i did something similar for the durst particles, but i used motion blur instead.

i also want to talk about the spear a little bit. you might notice that i added a bit of ambient glow around the blue gem. that was with the light intensity in mind, but also for a sense of realism! i also had to keep the pink light in mind, though. so i ended up using an airbrush to create a base for the lighting and i continued from there. i added a few scratches on the handle just to give it a bit more life, too.

and, finally, a one-to-one comparison between the sketch and the final! i have literally no idea how i pulled either of these pieces off, but i'm quite proud of them.

i recommend you drop by @/kirbyoc-secretsanta for other artworks! a total of 75 artists participated, so there are plenty of super cool ocs to adore over there and new artists to find!! this was my first secret santa experience, and @/moonverc3x made an amazing host (thank you for hosting, by the way!!) bye bye!!

[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon ep 156 spoilers and thoughts below the cut yeah yeah yeah

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I DONT KNOW WHY BUT I THINK THE WAY HE SITS BACK HERE IS REALLY SILLY HEEHEE

also if the panels are slightly blurry uuuuuh no they're not dont worry abt it

ok back to the top bc holy shit this chapter made me crazy again

OF ALL THE CHARACTERS I COULD HAVE EXPECTED A RETURN OF. IT WAS NOT LUPELLAN

HOLY FUCKING SHIT I REALLY THOUGHT WE WERE DONE WITH THAT GUY CAUSE YKNOW. DEAD. BUT HERE WE ARE AHHHH ITS ALL COMING TOGETHER

and ohhh god the restoration of fate kicking in alongside all of this is insane ,, , god it might even happen sooner depending on how quickly they kick their plans into gear ,,, also this guy (forgot his name LMFAO) looks downright terrifying

i wonder how they'll go about it actually,,, especially since alicia has already had a dose of that like, dark magic paranoia poison back when she raided targa's castle. will she be able to combat what their planning,,, do they know she had been poisoned before? probably not, right? ooohhh im so curious to know,,,,,,,

ANYWAY AHH LLOYD AND JAVIER AHHHHHH AAAHHHH

LLOYD GETTING. EMOTIONAL OVER FINALLY BEING CLOSE TO GETTING THE ANSWERS HE NEEDS BUT THEN IMMEDIATELY PUSHING PAST IT GGGHHHRRRRR GGGG IM BITING MY HAND IM BITING MY HAND

he's finally so close . he's so close to being able to permanently protect this place that he loves so dearly . ooohhhghhh hhhhh . he's gotta pursue and continue to the end god im shaking him

AND THEN JAVIER BEING FOND OF HIM

im so sorry i dont have a lot of brilliant things to say im just. KICKING MY FEET ROLLING ON THE FLOOR IM. AAAHHHH my singular Analysis braincell hasn't kicked in yet sorry

sorry okay if i just post panels and scream i wont actually get anywhere but i REALLY liked the oneliners/jokes in this episode specifically got me giggling my ass off

AND LLOYD BEING A FUCKING SCHEMER TOO YOU ASSHOLE /AFF

TOP TIER ACTOR WHAT THE HELLL HAHAHAHA HIS SMUG ASS FACE

i remember seeing a post on twt about the episode preview and it was this left frame of lloyd crying and i was like "WTF FULLY EMOTIONAL MOMENT WITH LLOYD??" BUT NO ITS JUST HIM BEING CONNIVING AS USUAL LMAO

and javier's reaction HAHAHAHAHAHAA

OH ANDNDD AND AND MY FAV PART OF THIS EP

shaking crying at the way they look at each other oh my god . javier fully understanding lloyd . that the outcome lloyd wants isnt just one that benefits himself or the estate, but one that satisfies everyone,,, theyre on the same page they want the same thing a good ending for everyone they love im gonna lose my fucking MARBLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE PROTAGONISTS EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRR

AND AND ANDD THE CALLUSES ON LLOYDS HANDS. IM. SHAKING CRYING AND JAVIER'S EXPRESSION AT HIS HANDS AAHHH AAA

lloyd saying this n that about being pragmatic and yet there's this blatant fucking evidence that he's been working so hard and so long for the most idealistic, best results for the people he cares about and the people he comes across no matter what . "pragmatic" and he's going about things in a long, constructive and taxing process all so that he can fight fate while also saving people instead of realistically accepting the permanence of it . this is so poorly worded but i hope u understand HOW INSANE THIS MAKES MEEE and javier catches this for sure the fucker im shaking him

AND THEIR GOD DAMN HIGH FIVE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"business relationship" I THINK NOT! Y'ALL HIGH FIVE'D!!! AAHHAFDLKJSDFHAHHAHAHAHAHA IM GONNA THROW UP /POS

THIS MADE ME SO FUCKING EMOTIONAL FOR SOME REASON I. GHGHGHHGHGHGHGHH the first high five they share im gonna fall apart into ten billion pieces

i said this on twt but like. if anyone suggests a high five irl i think i'm actually gonna just bawl in front of them i'm so serious llovier is a fucking plague

and their second one about the hellgate was really cute/funny LMFAOOO

this ep had me giggling and wiggling around like a fucking millipede i loved this so much HEHEHEHE

i think this is just abt the beginning of the end of the truth jewel arcs,,, god i wonder what the jewel will say!!! PRAYING that it says fate can be fought bc if it says "lol nah u cant" the devastation and anguish that would follow would be INSANE i wouldnt be able to take it. id stop reading right then and there /j

AND LUPELLAN AND THAT OTHER GUY WHAT ARE THEY GONNA DO TO ALICIA OH GODDDD

anyway that's all for now ,,,, i will see u next week, ,,,, or whenever i make my next shitpost,,,,!!!! end post!!!!!!!!!!

[kalims]

Hi hi! Can i request this with the vice leaders ? You can choose any other character u like to substitute ortho

‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "oh my god something hurts and i don't know what.. but he's my type. oh you meant blood type?"

basically. "you're losing a lot of blood! what's your type?"

when a magical shift practice goes incredibly wrong you're asked a question you didn't quite process at first.

parts. one , two

characters. vice dorm leaders, floyd, ruggie, ortho.

includes. gn reader.

cw. head injury, violence, blood, mentions of hurting someone heehee.. 😁 platonic for ortho.

trey clover

he looks away for one second and all of this happens in that span of ONE second? *points at the ramshackle prefect bleeding on the grass* he can't keep his eyes off his underclassmen can he...

when riddle said he wanted the roses red I don't think he meant this.

trey would probably silently wish for the person to get their karma because how much force did they have behind their magic for it to collide to your head and split it open. 😭 if it's his dorm mate then maybe he won't wish violence secretly but still.

^ very unlikely even if he holds you very special in his heart. but then again if you are he'd want to get that sweet karma. hides secret sadistic side

anyways! I think will only smile a little but his main priority is to make sure you are feeling alright when you spill out your type which is him apparently?? he's secretly pleased btw. and he starts giving you unintentional special treatment. you're the first one to taste his pastires mwhehhehe.

overall, trey is more helpful more than the screaming advice and cater who barely did anything but rush into the building to grab his phone. I rate it 9/10 experience, he baked your favorite treat with a feel better card.

was the split head and the headache that made you want to split it again worth trey's baked goods? of course how could you ever doubt. ☹

ruggie bucchi

ruggie: 👁👄👁 this man would joke a lil' to lighten the mood as he recognizes the seriousness of the situation once he sees you struggling to even stand up.

he would take it in a way that depicts that the occurrence is quite normal, but at the same time you're...you. and ruggie is sure humans don't exactly have the higher tolerance to pain compared to other beastmen.

he doesn't mean it in a degrading way okay. ☹

some random student asked for your type and you didn't miss a beat when you said. "hyena with blue eyes." all the hyena's just perk up and eye each other with confusion painting their faces.

savanaclaw: 👁👁👀👁👁 basically eyes are going to you and then to ruggie. the latter just laughs and ushers them away. if he's not the only one that's a hyena with blue eyes, then you gotta specify more prefect. 🤨

as much as he'd like to pretend this didn't happen leona would have his ass if the herbivore's blood stained the terrain. when he said beastmen liked meat I don't think he meant ... your blood, on the rocks, on the floor, dripping behind you as you walk.

if anyone were to walk in they'd probably think you committed a whole ass massacre. 💀

but since it is you, he'll help. you've helped him out a couple times, he should return the favor duh

8/10!

jade leech

wow thats a lot of blood, good thing he knows how to clean it up! 😁 don't ask why he knows btw. it generally depends where you got hit, if you got hit on a grassy field he'd either just spray some water on it so the blood gets washed off.

but if you're in octavinelle he's gonna have to drag you off somewhere safe or else some kind of sea animal gets attracted to your blood and tries to eat you. 💀 as much as it'd be interesting to see

"my, you've wounded me." he'd probably say this kinda shit and give you that dark hot grin. yeah the one that has anything within his vicinity turning into track stars and booking it.

butttt he wouldn't be phased by blood very much. dare I say he's encountered it plenty of times, usually on his own accord, sometimes not on his own.

maybe jade would be a little suprised because this definitely fell out the circle of his calculations. what a nice suprise! you made his day a lot better prefect 😍😍 now how would you react if he discretly pressed the wound masking it as dabbing?

jk jk

or am I?

7/10 does a great job on taking care of you 👏 but only if you overlook that his smile seems like he's secretly planning your murder and relishing your pain. he is relishing your pain btw because he's a SADIS--

floyd leech

magical shift practices are boring :( so you'd rarely see floyd in one since he's seen it plenty of times until he eventually got bored of taking apart of the same game over and over again.

so just when he's about to step out you literally fly in his path and he almost stepped on you, his mouth was already opening to tease you about how much you wanted him to stay but then you smile at him looking very out of it.

did I mention the blood pouring out of your head? I think this is a good time to mention it.

floyd is still smiling but there's a menacing look on his face when he looks behind him to quickly check who exactly did it to you. it's easy to spot when the most terrified looking person is avoiding his gaze.

atleast someone had the reaction to help the man up and start asking you about how many fingers they were holding up.

okay so I thought this was funny, let's see floyd asking jade a smart thing to say to which his brother replies with asking which blood type you have in case you've possibly lost too much blood! so floyd just tells you and you tell him 😃

"slimy bastards like you apparently.."

awwww he likes you too 😍😍 forgets that you're literally bleeding out and is too happy. what have you done.

6/10 overall, would've been better if he reacted quickly to bring you to the nurse. and you're sure you would've been on time out on a bed for days if you lost more blood.

jamil viper

😐🙁

can his life be more peaceful please which god did he anger in his previous life to deserve this and since he's the vice dorm leader of scarabia he's more exposed to chaos he definitely does not want to be in.

literally does not bat an eyelash when you start listing off his qualities, some being... interestingly going into deep detail, and some he hadn't noticed himself. he's flattered, prefect /sarcastic. really he actually is but he won't be very happy if you die on him.

was that him being overdramatic? jamil? dramatic? maybe but he can't really cross off the possibility of death. so you're in like, top tier premium care even if he's a little reluctant to give up yet again, more hours of his freedom. 🙏

jamil can cook, he can clean, he can take care of you.. what else can you ask for? 🤨 husband material right there fr. you wake up everyday with your breakfast ready... what a nice life. you don't even have to life a finger!

10/10 don't judge me I'm biased. he starts treating you normally after though so just relish the luxurious treatment you receive!

rook hunt

oh mon dieu! 😱 this is an absolute disaster!

non non, this won't do. nothing shall ever taint your beauty regardless but that doesn't mean that he'll let it happen.. beauty must always be preserved! oh trickster, how much pain you must be in..

how beautiful the way your crimson blood paints the tiles so.. elegantly!! deadass makes it into some kind of art piece. /hj please convince him that you may think that bleeding out isn't very elegant but I don't think you're in the right mind rn. 🧍‍♀️

why am I wording this like a drama

anyways. I guess you could say that as an eccentric character, it's expected of rook to be overdramatic sometimes but it's mainly out of pure actual worry.

oh prefect, he's very elated that he fits your exact criteria of a lover.. can you hear his heart about to leap out his chest? *dramatic pose* was he a theater kid??

but he'll store your words very safely in the back of his mind. for now he must act accordingly to such a horrifying disaster.. vil wouldn't be too happy if any damage to your head becomes apparent!

...8/10, very nice care. he's part of pomefiore you know. they don't know only about self care. 🙄🙄

ortho shroud

he could tell the person was gonna miss the goal by like two inches and hit your head instead despite being in the stands 🧍‍♀️would help if he wasn't restricted for access.. is that a thing? lets pretend it is.

you think idia didn't give him the necessary equipment to deal with a medical situation? you're absolutely wrong. idia did, so that's why you're already patched up in less than 5 minutes after being hit!

okay so let's pretend you're talking about [insert character] so ortho's gonna be like nodding innocently, actually showing you people that matches your description.

100/10. period.

lilia vanrouge

serious mode activated.

okay it's more subtle compared to others but there's a certain edge to his words that gets every student in vicinity rushing to follow his every single command. a stubborn savanaclaw student? now they're listening because of lilia's voice alone.

oops old habits die hard.

generally I think lilia would take it more faster than others. given how he's probably witnessed it a handful of times. but he definitely hasn't met a human so... airheaded and blunt at the same time, how entertaining.. you really are cute, aren't you?

the most you'll get is a giggle and a smile. but overall he's more focused on treating you, akin to a... fretting mother? I guess his insticts took over for a second.

it's either treating you like a baby or treating it very seriously. he's right in the middle, nothing more, nothing less.

5/10, would rate higher if he didn't make you pass out right after his 'soup' was registered by your tongue. just... you can let him handle everything BUT the food please.. unless you prefer taking care of yourself alone that is 🤔.

[enderwoah]

dude ranboo is literally so talented at this rp streamer thing

playing “snowy” when he’s generally in the arctic, playing “home” when he’s at home, playing “ruins” around most of the greater dsmp and l’manburg area, playing “waterfall,” a background song that sounds soft during certain parts but gets super intense towards the middle (it’s literally a slowed down battle theme!) while fighting back against the egg (all from undertale to match his fallen down theme!) -- it’s genius.

and can we appreciate that mans NEVER BREAKS CHARACTER?? even when he’s hit with shit like this

he laughs for a bit but then IMMEDIATELY GETS IN CHARACTER AGAIN AND HITS US WITH “and that’s why im doing this. for people like tubbo.” DUDE WE WERE USING THAT TO LAUGH, A BREAK FROM THE ANGST, CAN YOU GIVE US A MINUTE??

not to mention his general roleplaying skills

he basically has three separate modes that he can switch between at ease when it comes to roleplaying on the dsmp -- ooc (out of character, cc!ranboo, just chilling), dubious canon (half ic, half ooc, you know that he’ll still be affected by certain things if they happened, but he isn’t too concerned w/ being perfectly ic all the time), and canon (lore mode, smiling? laughing? what’s that? i only know sigh, shaky breath, hear voice and kin dream).

the subtle parallels he makes between his and dream’s characters are so tasty like mmm rubs hands together ‘big happy family’ you say???

if it was some other people they’d smash the f3 key to make themselves look at the camera and mash c to zoom in and be like. “a big. happy. family. (do you get it) (it’s dream) (heehee)” like he knows how to keep it subtle, keep things vague enough for people to have to find out on their own.

like how he didn’t make it clear what the egg was saying to him so that we would have to translate ourselves! giving us stuff to theorize about! ccs, we dont actually need everything spelled out for us, as much as we scream “WJAT DOE STHAT MEEEAN” in your chats! we love theorizing! be like ranboo please /lh

the shaky voice that he uses after scary shit happens to him is also [chef’s kiss] it’s like tommy’s but made for his character...trying to keep calm whilst still recovering from what just happened...he and tommy use it literally so much wjkfdjdsf

anyways there’s probably more but whatever, ill probably edit later but yeah!!

that’s my streamer!!!! :D

[under-the-cherrytree]

Heya! Thank you for answering my request! Now, can I get yandere big bro. Not an incest obviously l. teru, kou and tsukasa and hanako with little sis/bro gn s/o?

Now the thing is s/o usually got a mistreat at school due to people jealous of them (kou,teru) on tsukasa & hanako case (a yokai seems to wanting tsukasa & hanako beloved dead)

However s/o seems to not mind it at all. Btw, s/o is student at the school. And seems to be reincarnated after they die, and seems to believed hanako & tsukasa after they said they were s/o ghost brother and s/o reincarnated.

Now what would be the scenario when they find s/o is sitting on the floor. Wet around their hair and their clothes seems to be been damaged. When they Ask what happen s/o said.

"oh, big brother, I'm sorry...i'm really is...today is your birthday...but..." S/o keep cry and then said this while sobbing so hard "today, there's a girl who want me to introduce her to you. But I want to give you the gift and reject her, the girl obviously didn't take it well and...she make her group do this" "i-i...keep...trying to saving money to buy you this caused i want it to be secret...but-i..guess..there's nothing to give to you" while showing a blue (blue sky) (blue light) kou.

Tsukasa & Hanako Case

"big brother...since this is your both birthday I thought it would be better to get you both a gift. But there's a girl who hate me. I didn't even knew why?" And then s/o just said while sobbing "I..know big brother hanako love donut, and and I'm sure big brother tsukasa loves it too...so I baked a homemade donut, but that girl destroy it...she...she said my cook is the worst and people who eat it will puked and not even a ghost want it" "also she steal the necklace that I buy for you two since she say I did not deserved that"

Green (hanako) red (tsukasa)

Headcannon and oneshot again please!

The Minamoto brothers and the Yugi twins with a bullied younger sibling❣︎

Warings: Hinting to murder?, bullying, abuse, slight cursing

A/n: Hey! Of course of course, I try to answer requests to the best of my ability!

I did this with the siblings combined so hope you don’t mind shshjsh

Heehee hope you enjoy, my love~

Teru was your older brother and he made that known to the school

You loved the fact that you were known as Teru’s younger sibling

You loved your brother

But you knew you would be used for it

People would fake being your friend just to get close to Teru

Then once they got rejected, they always blamed you

You didn’t mind, you still wanted to be Teru’s younger sibling

Teru slowly picked up on this

He knew something was up so he told Kou

Those two tried to keep a close eye on you

But while they were there, it look like you had lots of friends

But when they left the bullying begun again

But sooner or later, the other girls true colors will start to show

Teru and Kou are protective brothers

The girls in your class should have known to not get on your brothers bad side

“Teru-nii! Looks like you got a lot of presents!” Kou called out, running to his older brother who was standing at the entrance of the school. Teru chuckled and looked back at his backpack which was full with presents from fangirls.

“Well, I guess I do...” Teru patted his younger brother on the head, making him smile brightly. “Where’s Y/n? Aren’t they supposed to be with you after cleaning the bathroom?”

“They are…” Kou's expression turned into a slightly worried one “but they said they had to go early. They told me something about wanting to get something prepared to give to you for your birthday…”

Teru sighed, he was worried. He already had suspicions that you were getting mistreated in your class but he didn’t know for sure so he never confronted you about it. He has confronted Kou about this and he had the same suspictions as well.

“Well let's go get them!” Teru clapped his hands and made his way towards the building.

“Do you think it's…” Kou didn’t want to finish the sentence.

“Let's hope not.” Teru’s carefree expression lowered at the thought. “Do you know where they went?”

Kou thought for a moment.

“No, but I know they aren’t in the old school building…”

Teru and Kou walked around the school for a while, looking for you in no avail. Kou pointed out little droplets of water that slowly got bigger reaching to the school's lockers. The boys froze when they heard sounds of sobbing. They turned the corner to see you facing your lockers drenched in water. You leaned onto your locker, closing it.

“Y/n..!” Kou called out, making you turn to him. “What happened?!”

“Who the hell did this to you…?” Teru asked, examining your ripped close and abused appearance. You looked at him and only cried more.

“I’m sorry big brother Teru…”

“Y/n, you don't need to be sorry, this isn’t your fault..!” Teru hugged you “What happened..?”

“I-its your birthday today… but there was this girl who wanted me to introduce you to her... but I said no, she didn’t take it too well and did this…” You sobbed into his shoulder. Teru’s grip on you tightened thinking about how this only happened while he was outside with Kou.

“I-I saved my money… to buy you a nice sky blue necklace… and I even got big brother Kou light blue one as well… b-but she destroyed it and I don’t have anything to g-give you…”

“Y/n that’s so sweet! We are extremely thankful!” Kou tried to lighten the mood a bit, giving you a gracious smile. You could see tears pricking the corner of his eyes. Teru was still angry that his suspicions were true, he was praying they weren’t.

“Who did this?” Teru sternly asked.

“I-it’s fine Teru…” You kneeled to the ground picking up pieces from the necklace she destroyed “She already left… there is nothing I can do now…”

“Y/n… please…” Kou kneeled down next to you and put his hand on yours.

“Guys, what would make me feel better is if we got home… can we please go home?” Your voice was begging. You just wanted to be in a warm blanket watching T.V. with your siblings.

That's all you wanted right now.

“Okay… I’m sorry Y/n, let's go home okay!” Teru gave you his jacket which you happily accepted.

“Even though I couldn’t get the gift, it meant the world to me!”

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You sighed walking to your classroom. It was early and you were tired. You were happy your brothers didn’t ask you about it for the rest of the night, you didn’t want them to worry. You thought you would get a load from the girls who did this to you yesterday but you were shocked when she bowed in front of you instead.

“Y/n! I am so sorry! Please forgive me for what I did to you yesterday! It was very rude of me and I am very sorry!” She was shaking.

“Oh, uh, it’s alright..! No need to bow, I forgive you…” You put your hands in front of your chest, genuinely confused. Once she stood straight up you saw a big red mark on her cheek. She had tears in her eyes but ran to her desk before you could get a better look at her. You looked to Tsuchigomori who only nodded with an apologetic look on his face.

‘What happened this morning…?’

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“Teru? You still look down?” Kou faced his brother as they both walked to class.

“Sorry Kou… just a little upset by the person who did this to Y/n…” Teru apologetically smiled.

“Well you slapped her, that taught her a lesson!” Kou encouraged.

“Trust me Kou,” Teru’s smile turned into a frown

“If a teacher wasn’t there, I would have kicked her ass.”

Amane found it unforunate you were caught in the crossfire of him and his brothers conflic causing you too kill yourself as well

Tsukasa thought it was great that his younger sibling was now dead too

Gosh Tsukasa-

But what they didn’t expect was for you to get resurrected

You were able to see supernaturals yourself and you couldn’t age from the day you died but you weren’t a ghost like your brothers

Tsuchigamori helped you establish a somewhat normal school life

It was all good for the most part, you were back in school, Hanako was the leader of the 7 mysteries, and Tsukasa was just crazy happy

The fact you are getting mistreated is mostly Tsukasa’s fault

Like he can make a lot of enemies so when the fish yokai (that he killed) saw how close you and Tsukasa were, of course they wanted to kill you

It was also a perk that you were Hanako’s sibling since they wanted to get back at him as well for stealing their princess Yashiro away from them

You were weak and had a human body, you were perfect

Amane had no idea about this, Tsukasa didn’t know you were being abused but he did know he pissed off those fish AND HE PISSED EM OFF GOOD-

You figured you would be a target for yokai since your older brothers are powerful

Of course, you didn’t mind this

You knew this would happen so it’s alright!

But the thing was, it wasn’t so alright with your older brothers

Hanako watched the cherry blossoms fall from the tree that he sat under. It was November 25, his birthday, and you said you wanted to have a talk with the two boys. Normally you would talk to them separately because you knew how Amane felt towards his twin brother, but today you wanted to talk to them together. Hanako cancelled his normal cleaning duty and waited where you said to meet up.

“Amane!!” He heard a scream from behind him but before he could turn around he felt someone hug him, wrapping their legs around his waist.

“Oh, Tsukasa…” Hanako said softly, personally finding this kind of awkward.

“Where’s Y/n?? It’s been so long since I’ve seen them!” Tsukasa removed his head from Amane’s neck looking around for you.

“Oh, they aren’t here yet, and I remember them saying they saw you two days ago…”

“So long ago!” Tsukasa whined and Amane sighed at his childish behavior. It went silent but thankfully Tsukasa quickly broke it.

“Didn’t Y/n say to meet them here 15 minutes ago??”

“Yeah they did…” Amane started to get worried.

“They're late!” Tsukasa pouted.

“You’re late as well Tsukasa… And we should go look for them.”

“I’ll lead the way! I know where their last class is!” He stood up and started marching, Hanako closely behind him.

They walked around the school for a while, watching students run across the halls to their clubs, laughing and gossiping with one another. Tsukasa continued to march, not losing the bounce in his step. They came closer to the sound of someone crying, sobs getting louder as they approached a classroom. The twins looked at each other before Tsukasa opened the door.

You jumped slightly, removing your head from between your legs to look at who came in. You only began to cry more realizing it was your two brothers.

“Y/n…?” Tsukasa slightly whispered to himself, staying at the door's entrance.

“Y/n! What happened?!” Amane ran to you, fearing you were hurt in any way. He put his arm on your wet shoulder, looking around to see if there were any visible bloody wounds. He looked at your uniform which was damaged and had a few cuts in it. Your hair was also wet like if someone poured water on you. Tsukasa slowly made his way over to you, examining you up and down. You couldn’t make out the expression on his face but you knew anger was there.

“I-I’m sorry…” You said a little above a whisper.

“You’re sorry for what..?” Amane asked, moving the wet hair out of your face to get a better look at your soaked, tear-stained face.

“Big brothers...since this is both your birthdays... I thought it would be better to get you both a gift. But there are these fish yokai who don’t like me..!” You picked up a couple red and green gems from the floor. Hanako’s eyes widened.

“I... know big brother Amane liked donuts and I assume big brother Tsukasa likes them as well… but they took the donuts I made you saying my cooking was t-the worst and you wouldn’t want it..!” You continued “And they took the necklace I bought for you guys saying I don’t deserve it…”

“Were they talking fish..?” Tsukasa's voice was cold, eyes wide with rage. You only nodded your head.

“Amane, will you stay with y/n? I have something I need to do.” Tsukasa turned to Amane. Hanako already knew what he was going to do.

He was going to go after the mermaid and her fish. There was nothing he could say to stop him.

“O-okay… do what you have to do…” Amane nodded and Tsukasa left the room.

“W-wait… where is he going..?” You started to get up but Amane sat you back down.

“Hey, don’t worry Y/n… older brother Tsukasa is going to take care of this okay?” Amane hugged you.

“But I don’t mind the fish… it’s fine-”

“No. It’s not.” Amane’s aura grew darker before his loving brotherly smile appeared again.

“And hopefully by tomorrow, you won’t have to deal with those disgusting fish!”

----

“Y/n! Amane!” Tsukasa called out as he walked down the halls. When he approached the door he opened it revealing you and Amane laughing. You were somewhat dry and you stopped crying.

“Tsukasa!” You got up and gave him a hug.

“What happened to those fish…?” Worryness in your voice.

“Don’t worry about it Y/n! You don’t need to worry about them anymore!” He childishly smiled, bringing ease to you.

“Amane approached you two, smiling. He looked to see Tsukasa’s hand that was behind his back covered in blood. Hanako's smile dropped and he went silent. He quickly regained his composure and turned to you.

“Yeah, Y/n you don’t need to worry about those fish. Your big brothers will kill any other supernatural that dares hurt you!”

[geminisholland]

tom giving reader a little bit of a raunchy christmas present but forgetting to leave it out so as reader is opening presents w his family they see the spicy present and are just like 👁👄👁

omg okay i love this idea i literally laughed out loud when i read this. like please picture tom’s face when they open the gift omfg. also i loved writing this, send me more requests!!

warnings: fluff, references to sex, some swearing, mentions of sex toys heehee

word count: 1470

18+ content

tom made the decision to host christmas at your home this year, which has turned him into a ball of stress. you didn’t understand why he had felt the need to host, considering his parent’s home was just a few blocks away. nonetheless, you went along with it, and were there to help him get the house ready. this would be your second christmas together, which you thought would alleviate some of the stress that came with seeing his family, but unfortunately the stress was still there. nicola and dom had always been welcoming, and you really had nothing to fear when it came to tom’s younger brothers, but you couldn’t tell your anxiety that. the homesickness started setting in about a week ago, and tom had been very attentive to that. he knew you needed extra support during this holiday, so he went all out. he confessed he spared no expense while buying your gifts, which he thought would make you feel better, but only left you even more stressed.

“what do you mean you spared no expense? tom? i’m not rich! well, now i don’t know if i got you enough!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands all over the place.

tom stepped up, holding both of your hands into his so you would stop waving them around, “babe, you don’t even need to get me anything. i have everything i want right here.”

a groan escaped your mouth, because you hated when he said stuff like that. you knew it wasn’t true, because you’ve seen this mans closet, and know how much he treasures his designer clothes and shoes. you often forget that he’s a millionaire, because you’ve caught yourself asking him on multiple occasions where he got that saint laurent sweatshirt.

“that’s bullshit, tom. i’m going shopping today,” you breathed out. your hands broke away from his to push the hair out of your face.

“i have an idea,” he said, pulling you into his body. he laid kisses along your neck, and your breath started to grow heavy.

“yeah? what is it?” you asked as you moved your hands through his hair. he kissed your lips, and you could feel the hotness of his breath on your face as he broke away.

“let’s get each other something special,” he said, smirking at you. you tilted your head in confusion, and he continued, “for the bedroom.”

“ohhh, i see where this is going,” you laughed. “i think i can handle that.”

“good,” he replied, and picked you up in one swoop. he carried you up into the bedroom, and slammed the door behind you.

the craziness of the entire holland family being at you and tom’s home was taking over. the stress of having to deal with everyone talking over each other, while also needing to know how many eggs everyone wanted was enough to make you want to scream. tom decided to surprise you this morning, with matching pjs. it was a christmas tradition the holland’s did every year, except this year, you and tom had different pjs. the rest of the family wore their own matching pjs. perhaps if you were alone with your thoughts for too long, you would think this meant tom wanted to move this tradition along to his new family, with you. but, your mind was too busy focusing on the egg order to even give this a thought. the warmth of the house was brought from the fireplace, along with the feeling that this is how all holidays should feel. everyone was having so much fun, talking amongst one another, sharing stories when they were young. the one thing about the holland’s that you loved more than anything, was that they had a very close family. they did do one weird thing though, they ate breakfast before opening gifts. you found that strange.

“i’ll clean up the dishes, y/n, why don’t you get settled with tom by the tree? we’ll start opening gifts in a moment,” nicola said, placing a hand on your shoulder, then taking it back all in one swoop.

“okay, thanks!” you replied back, flashing her a warm smile.

you sat next to tom, near the tree, and just close enough to the fireplace to feel the warmth coming from it. he pulled you into his arms, and you found your legs resting on top of his. your arms swung around his neck, and kissed him. you whispered into his ear, “merry christmas, tom. i love you.”

he smiled at you as you faced him. he replied, “i love you so much, y/n, merry christmas.”

he placed another kiss onto your lips, then you heard groans come from his brothers.

“ugh, do you have to do that in front of us?” paddy whined. you laughed, and shook your head while tom cursed him out.

“okay, let’s start opening gifts!” dom yelled. he stood next to nicola, as they watched their sons, and you, open up their gifts. you and tom were going to have another gift exchange, much later, once everyone was gone. you had gone out and bought him something for the bedroom, as he requested. tom usually bought you some lingerie during the holidays, because he loved seeing you in them. so, you were a bit surprised to see what he had gotten you this year.

“this one is for y/n, from tom!” sam called out. he handed it to you, and you began unwrapping the gift in front of you. tom still held your legs in his lap, but his arms moved around your waist. you opened the box to met with a vibrator, and your face fell. you looked at tom and his face turned bright red, you saw the fear in his eyes meet yours, and you shut the box immediately.

“oh, i-um, don’t think that gift was meant to be seen by all of us,” nicola nervously said. her voice was shaky, and when you looked around the room you saw everyone staring with wide eyes. you were so embarrassed, you felt like melting away. tom’s body language changed as his hands were now to himself, hiding his face in them.

“wait what happened? i missed it. why do you all look like that?” paddy asked. everyone turned around to look at him, and you felt yourself sinking deeper into this grave.

“it’s nothing, paddy,” harry said. tom finally took his hands off his face to read the room, and you felt his breathing intensify on the hand that was placed on his back.

“geez, tom. could’ve saved that for somewhere else, no?” sam whispered to him, but looked between the two of you while saying it.

“sam, shut the fuck up,” tom hissed back. you could feel his anger, and did your best to calm him down.

“tom, it’s okay. it’s not like we’re the only ones in the room who is intimate with each other,” you whispered in his ear. your hands slipped under his shirt, tracing his back.

“ew, y/n,” he said back, drawing a small laugh. “i don’t want to think about that.”

you laughed at his comment, and rested your head on his shoulder.

“i love you, it’s going to be okay,” you reassured.

“i know,” he replied.

it was a few hours later, and everyone was packing up their things to head back to tom’s parents house. tom hadn’t fully recovered from the incident, because everyone took this opportunity to tease him. “yeah, tom’s gonna be too busy later to watch a christmas movie” you heard harry say. everyone laughed, except for tom. even you could find the humor in it all, but tom took this personal. towards the end of the day, he started to find the humor in the jokes. “y/n i think i hear something vibrating” sam said, drawing a laughter from everyone. paddy eventually picked up on what the gift was. once everyone left, and it was just you and tom though, he let his tensed body go. he finally relaxed, and sprawled out on the couch.

“that was stressful,” he breathed out. you decided to get the box, and bring it over to him.

“well, i think we should try it out, no?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. you could see his face light up, and he pulled you into him. you let out a laugh as he kept squeezing your body.

“not so fast, i still have a gift for you,” you said. “but this one is upstairs.”

“say less,” tom said, picking you up and walking up the stairs.

“merry christmas baby,” you said, looking into his eyes. a smile grew across his face, and your face started to reflect his.

“merry christmas love,” tom responded, and pulled you in for a kiss.

[sxnyarostova]

heehee modern hadesephone

dumb idiots who can’t communicate with each other, the fic. featuring persephone struggling with pavlova and hades being a big tough looking softie

When Persephone invites him over to her mama’s house, Hades doesn’t think much about it. Friends always hang out at their friend’s parents’ houses all the time; well, that was the case back in primary school, anyway. 

Persephone drops the bomb that Hades’ gut has been subtly expecting when they’re in the car. “Uh, I told my mom that we were dating,” she blurts. “And that you, bein’ the gentleman that you were, y’know, was going to bring dessert.” 

Hades, calm and collected as he is, doesn’t show much of how he’s feeling on his face. “What?” he asks. He suddenly looks a lot more nervous and starts fidgeting with the sleeves of his shirt, smoothing out invisible wrinkles and dusting away non-existent speckles of dirt. “Persephone, I- I don’t quite understand.”

“Look, I’m sorry that I threw this onto you this late,” she says, awkwardly adjusting her tote bag, “but I didn’t know how I could say something like this at, I don’t know, a brunch meet-up. Hey, I’ve told my mom that we’re dating because she won’t stop breathing down my neck in regards to when I’m gonna go out with someone.”

He sighs, and Persephone sees something inside of him shift. “So where are we going to get the pavlova?” he says resignedly, rummaging through his suit jacket for his wallet. “I don’t know any good places for dessert, I’m afraid. Never had much of a sweet tooth myself.”

“Oh, that’s a lie,” Persephone huffs, half-trotting in double time to make up for the big steps that Hades takes. “I’ve seen you eat a stack of pancakes drowned in half a bottle of syrup, Hades.”

“My favorite place is an hour from here by freeway,” Hades says, stopping so suddenly that Persephone slams into his back. “Oof!” Persephone exclaims, stumbling backward a little. “Uh, maybe I could just call my kid to grab a cake from the grocery store?”

“Don’t trouble Eurydice,” Hades says. “The girl’s got enough on her plate already. How hard is it to get a pavlova, anyway?!”

(It is, in fact, very hard to find a pavlova.)

Eventually, the pair of them manage to locate one in the seventh dessert store they visit. Persephone triumphantly holds up the decorated meringue in its paper box, and Hades feels his mouth twitch at the corners.

“See?” Persephone says as the two of them slide into Hades’ car. “It wasn’t that hard.” 

(Hades doesn’t bother arguing with her as he turns the ignition.)

Demeter’s farmhouse is located in a quiet section of town. It’s a big place, with ornate glass windows and a bright red front door that screams ‘welcome.’ Persephone instructs Hades to park in the driveway, which Hades does so easily.

“Okay, here’s the plan,” Persephone says, looking at Hades. Oh no, Hades thinks. Persephone’s plans are never good. Even so, he nods and indicates to his friend to go on. 

“My ma usually doesn’t run background checks on the people that I take home, so don’t worry about that,” she starts. “So long as you can keep a conversation going, you’ll be fine. Oh, don’t bring up anything about the weather lately, either; climate change always gets her in a tizzy. And don’t get her started on Eurydice, because she’ll break out the photo albums and you’ll be stuck here all night.”

Hades makes a mental note of all the information that Persephone has just thrown at him and nods along. “Will we have to hold hands or exhibit any public signs of affection?” he asks, and Persephone bursts into a fit of laughter. “Why did you ask it like that?” she chuckles, running a hand through her scalp. “And no, we don’t. Ma not big on PDA, anyway.”

“What’s PDA?” Hades asks again, and Persephone patiently explains to him what the acronym stands for. “I didn’t know what it meant until Eurydice told me, either, so don’t worry,” she says, jostling him in the side playfully. “We’re both old rocks.” 

Persephone gets out of the car with the meringue in her hands, smoothing out the folds of her chartreuse green dress as best as she can. She’s not nervous, but her armpits are sweating buckets.

Hades stoically walks towards the front door like a man to his death. Persephone would laugh, but she’s still got some sympathy left in her. She feels slightly guilty for thrusting Hades into this situation, but there’s nothing that can be done now, right? 

Awkwardly, Persephone slides her arm into Hades’. “Look the part, boyfriend,” she murmurs, as she knocks on the door. Hades blushes bright red but does as he’s told, putting on a smile that looks more forced than anything. 

“Hi, ma,” Persephone says, greeting the woman who opens the door with a cheek kiss. “Kore!” Demeter exclaims. Hades feels like he’s third-wheeling and interrupting a moment, but he doesn’t say anything, his ‘smile’ never leaving his face. 

“Ma, this is Hades. Hades, this is my mother, Demeter,” Persephone introduces, when she pulls away from her mother’s embrace. 

Demeter turns to Hades and looks the man up and down. Hades stays mostly still as he’s scrutinised, not even daring to breathe. God, what happens when the plan is exposed? Does Demeter know that this is just a ruse that Persephone’s caused? 

Hades’ inner monologue is interrupted by Demeter extending her hand. “It’s lovely to meet you, Hades,” Demeter says, a warm smile on her face as Hades shakes her calloused hand. “I’ve heard so much about you from Persephone.”

“All good things, I hope,” Hades jokes, and Demeter laughs out loud. Persephone does a silent victory dance with her fingers, for this is going so, so well. Screw everyone who doubted them; they’ve got this.

“Oh, they’ve all been wonderful things,” Demeter says warmly, opening the door wide. “Come on in, both of you.” 

The house carries the aroma of cooking food and the faint scent of burning incense. It’s all extremely homely and comfortable; the environment of Demeter’s farmhouse does wonders for Hades’ anxiety. “Persephone, put the pavlova in the fridge,” Demeter calls, just as her daughter’s about to close the refrigerator door. 

“I’m one step ahead of you,” Persephone says with a bright smile. “Food smells amazing, ma.” 

Dinner is amazing. Demeter’s ability to cook up a storm is otherworldly, Hades learns. He’s on his third plate of casserole now and he’s relatively sure he’s still got room for another. “So,” Demeter asks, mouth full of carrot and potato, “how did you and Persephone meet?”

Hades blanches; the two of them hadn’t gone over a cover story before. “Uh,” he says, stuttering. “We met when I went to her diner for pancakes. I was drawn in by her eyes… they’re beautiful. I fell in love with her right there.” 

(Most of that sentence is true, save the last part. Persephone’s warm, inviting, and brown eyes are beautiful. They’d hooked him in so much that Hades had frozen on the spot when Persephone came to take his order.)

Persephone feels her breath catch in her throat. “Oh, yeah,” she continues. “I heard that deep voice of his laugh, and that was it for me.”

Demeter beams. 

Hades finds that it’s not hard at all to pretend to be Persephone’s significant other. It feels natural to compliment the woman, to exchange loving glances with her. By the time they leave Demeter’s place that night, Hades realises that he’s been infatuated with Persephone for quite some time now; it’s just taken the evening to unearth those feelings of his. 

The drive back to Persephone’s house is quiet. Sometime in the middle of the ride, Persephone turns on the radio. Soft country music fills the air between them, slowly easing the tension between them. “I like this song,” Persephone says quietly. “It’s music to my ears.”

“It is music,” Hades deadpans, prompting a giggle from Persephone. 

“Tonight was...fun,” Hades says, trying to break the silence. “I enjoyed it quite thoroughly.”

“Did you mean what you told my ma?” Persephone asks. “About my eyes?”

“Yes,” Hades says, swerving towards the highway. “I meant it. All of it, Persephone.”

“Do you want to do this again? Not hang out at my ma’s place, I mean, but somewhere else. Somewhere where we can be ourselves and get to learn to be infatuated with each other,” Persephone says, looking out the window. The stars are out, lighting their way home. It’s oddly poetic to be in this situation with Hades.

“That sounds good,” Hades says, stumbling over his words like he’s a pathetic teenager in love. “That- yeah. Let’s do this again. Next week? I can take you to that dessert place I was talking about earlier. Unless you don’t want to go that far? I’ve- I’ve, uh, got other places-”

“Stop spiraling,” Persephone cuts in. “For the love of God, please stop spiraling. I- yes. I’ll go with you next week.”

Hades beams. It’s one of the most genuine smiles Persephone’s ever seen in her thirty-eight years of living. 

(Maybe she’ll be inviting her ma to walk her down the aisle sooner than she thought.)

[duckymcdoorknob]

FUCKERS IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF!!!

I have no one to share this news with, so imma share it with my Tumblr mutuals.

so I’m a fucking f r e a k mentally bc there is so much shit wrong with me.

BUT

Every day for the past month, I’ve been forcing myself to battle this undiagnosed disorder I have and it’s paying off.

Basically:

I “bite” my nails.

And by “bite” I mean “forcefully rip off anything that tries to grow past the nailbed using anything I possibly can.

Teeth, other fingers, sharp edges, straight edges, pencils, the backs of certain pens, small toys. Basically anything that can force the nail to come up and peel off easily.

It’s not because I’ve been doing it since I was five

It’s not because I do it when I’m bored

It’s not because I’ve been doing it daily as a “bad habit”

It’s not a symptom of ADHD or OCD

It’s because they don’t look and feel right.

In the beginning it was a bad habit. I was down to my nail beds all the time. I had nubs, just enough to still be healthy.

One day I went further. I thought that looked more normal than the others.

Ever since then, I can’t stop.

I can’t stand the feeling of having long nails.

I can’t stand the feeling of anything other than my fingertip touch my keyboard

I can’t stand to hear the tap of anyone’s nails.

I can’t stand the sight of the white lines that mean they’re growing

I can’t stand the sight of something passing my nailbed

I can’t stand the sight of manicured nails

The sight of acrylics makes me physically ill and makes me want to cry

The sight of manicures make me so uncomfortable.

Don’t get me fucking started on f r e n c h t i p s

I can’t stand them.

I’m thinking it’s Onychotillomania.

“Onychotillomania is a compulsive neurosis in which a person picks constantly at the nails or tries to tear them off.”

That just about describes it.

I’ve been fighting my brain for a month.

One long month of absolute mental torture.

My inner monologue screams at me everyday to peel them off because they “aren’t supposed to look like that. They aren’t normal. Please let’s go back to what we know. You know we hate change.”

But fuck you inner monologue, because I’m home free.

The pinky on my left hand has now grown out far enough to no longer be malleable. It won’t peel unless if I put it in my mouth and physically pull it off.

It’s so far in that I just don’t want to take it off! I’m trying to do this with my other fingers, but I relapse every now and then.

But there’s a distinguishable line of fresh nail. It won’t bend, shape or peel.

I

Am

So

Fucking

Proud

Of

Myself

Yes it’s just one, but it’s progress. I’m trying so hard. I can’t wait for the future when I can scratch off another insecurity from my list.

Gone are the days of being embarrassed to speak with my hands

Gone are the days of being scared to hold someone’s hand

Gone are the days of being scared to show someone something I’m holding

Gone are the days of having to make a fist when I show someone my class ring.

Gone are the days of telling people “yeah I bite my nails it’s just a bad habit heehee.”

Because I’m trying and dammit if this is what happens when I try hard, come hell or high water I’m reaching my goal.

Thanks for reading this besties I have no one else to share this info with.

[soranihimawari]

Constellations & Whistles

Just when you thought I was done, I am back at it again with another ficlet. This one features a Yamaguchi, Hitoka, and the rest of the Karasuno team. Heehee

Of all things in this world, nothing brought you more peace than staring up at the skies with all their history displayed for you to study. You were often seen at the apartment complex outside of your neighborhood with a telescope and star charts because you claim the stars never shine the way they want to because they were lonely. More often than not, you chose this particular hobby over the intent of making friends. Sometimes not everyone wanted to be enamored by the heavens, yet you were fearless in your pursuit of mapping the stars. 

This course did not change the fact that you were a first year attending one of Miyagi’s powerhouse schools of old times. You were often seen in the last row of your class during your break periods reading about the stars and dreaming of the day a comet would dance across the atmosphere leaving behind an array of colours. 

“And all I’m saying is that it takes literal lightyears to reach the next galaxy,” one of your classmates says one rainy afternoon.

“Shh,not so loud, she might hear you,” the other person who sat adjacent to him said pointing at you subtly.

“Light years, huh?” you hum quietly, scratching the surface of your journal with the shorthand calculations of theories on how to actually get to the neighboring star system. Although you were alienated by your love of what lies beyond, making friends with one person in your class wasn’t so bad. Hitoka and you were close enough in age, however when you both found out you were going to be classmates in your first year, you both let out a sigh of relief. Yet, ever since she had begun her duties with being the volleyball team’s co-manager, you saw her less, but it was understandable. You still talk every once in a while in person, until one day Hitoka asks you to stop by the gym later since you haven’t been formerly introduced to any of her new friends.

“Hitoka, you don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine,” you say when you gather your books into your bag. 

“It’s no trouble,” Hitoka replies as she fidgets with her hair clip. “I already asked the other members of the team including Shizumi-senpai.”

“If you say so.”

“But...”

“It’s fine, Yacchan,honest. The stars will always be there to keep us company on the walk home I suppose.“

Hitoka squealed as she gave you a hug and mentioned that you wouldn’t regret it. She let you know to wait after classes had concluded later on until she arrived at your classroom wearing her team jacket. Due to an earlier accident at the expense of the art club’s terpentine mixup  staining your uniform, you returned from the vice principal’s office wearing a boy’s uniform.

LATER THAT AFTERNOON:

“Unbelievable,” Hitoka says when she sees you in the boys’ uniform for their school. She handed you a hair tie and watched you tie your hair back in a ponytail. 

“I knew you didn’t like the skirt option much, but isn’t this a bit extreme...?”

“I think I look just fine, Yacchan. Besides, don’t you think I look dashing in it?”

You shake your head exchanging a laugh with your friend as you sling your bag over your unbuttoned jacket. Your golden hued undershirt poked through with a cheeky grin.

“Sunflower day, huh?” Hitoka mused, poking fun at your choice of colours.

“I’ll have you know that I love sunflowers. Besides, it makes the inseam of the jacket a little more lively?”

“Yeah, it actually does. Let’s go, we’re running a little behind anyways.”

***___***___***

The noise was surely something ripped out of the chaotic birth of the big bang. Yelling and screaming by the team usually caused squabbles to break out between the boys. Shizum-san was already having a tough time trying to reel the boys into focus until Hitoka showed up with you in tow. Granted, you were a little taller than both of the managers by a few centimetres, but that wasn’t the only difference. 

“What did I miss?” Hitoka asked once the noise seemed to reduce by a notch or two. You stood by idly observing the room around you. It felt weird being in someone else’s universe which is the closest thing you could relate to seeing the club practice.

From left to right you were able to match the descriptions Hitoka gave you of each members of the team: the third years along with the manager had a sense of controlling their chaotic juniors with certain manneurisms, the second years were the masters of shit-talking and proud members of the protect manager-sama at all costs, and the first years were just adding to the anarchy that made the team uniquely balanced to a degree.

“Quicks being practiced and,” Shizumi paused when she glanced over at you. “I’m sure they forgot about you bringing your friend, Yachi-san.”

“If you want, I could leave?” you offered. In your defense, you didn’t seek to intrude. That and you were dressed in the wrong uniform, but it worked in your favor because none of the guys seemed to notice. 

“Wait, Yacchan brought a friend?” The silver haired senior was the first to acknowledge your presence. He waved before coming over to introduce himself to you. The rest of the team seemed to pause all further activity at the moment the vice captain name checked; suddenly you were eclipsed by the athletes. 

“Suga-Senpai, this is Delta,” Hitoka says, pushing you forward a little. “Delta, Suga-San.”

“Hello,” you greeted with a small smile. “Nice to meet you.” 

“Were you the student the art club accident happened to?” Sugawara asked, his inquisitive stare gave you a once over. At the mention of what happened to you a few hours prior, you give a brief explanation earning you a few adoring sweet calls from the second year members. You bop your head along with the way of the flow of conversation.

“Woah, she’s really cute Hitoka,” a bold colored hair member said coming up next to his senior. “I’m Hinata, this blueberry grumpy guy is Kageyama.” 

“Little giant, right?” you whispered to Hitoka who nodded. The rest of the team rambunctiously introduced themselves to you shortly thereafter (Tanaka, Noya, Enno, Narita, Sawamura, Azumane, Tsukkishima, and Yamaguchi [the last of which you found the most intriguing to you]).

“Now you know all of us,” Sugawara began. “All we know about you is from what Yacchan told us.” 

“Ah, I see,” you said. Opening your school bag, you retrieve a small notebook with a navy color and lilac spine and a ballpoint gel pen. “Do you believe a man can change his stars?”

Shizumi and Hitoka exchanged a mutual glance with approving nods. The charming question you posed allowed a certain freckled member to speak up.

“Yes,” Yamaguchi’s shaky voice answered. His eyes darted away from you to focus elsewhere, although he did see you around campus with this calm focused look in your eyes. A few times though, he thought it was strange that you never really were spotted with any other classmates and one day he overheard a rumor about the singular first girl with an affinity to map the galaxies.

What Hitoka didn’t mention was the fact she was a bit concerned you had a difficult time making friends. You seemed so odd even the loners kept away from your genius. Hitoka made your acquaintance by sharing her sidewalk chalk with you during recess. You were a bit wild but through the years, Hitoka and you became close via summer break where you found out you were both heading to Karasuno. One person was all you needed, or so you thought. New experiences was where Hitoka took her cue to introduce you to the members of her club.

“Hey, are you guys busy?” Hitoka asked one morning right before their morning sessions were drawing to a close.

“What’s up Yacchan?” Tanaka asked his kouhai. Hitoka played with her hands for a little bit before taking a deep breath; she explained her concerns about an old friend of hers who didn’t really seem to fit in and was the occasional victim of rude conversations about her hobby. 

“So, what you’re saying is that you want to bring Delta-chan to one of our afternoon practices?” Sawamura asked, his arms folded over his chest. He closed his eyes and Sugawara nodded along. Those two would love to help your friend with cause. 

“I don’t see why not,” Shizumi spoke on their behalf. “I already spoke to Takeda-sensei so we can do it tomorrow. Ok?”

“Yamaguchi, right?” you continue with the mini-lesson. He nods as you walk up toward where he was standing (ever close to his best friend, Tsukkishima). “Then don’t be afraid to change your trajectory.” You pick up a spare ball and hand it to him. The subtlety in your manner of speaking caused your fellow first year to realize that perhaps, just this once, he might believe in love at first meeting. 

Once practice began to wrap up, you seemed glad you accepted Hitoka’s invitation. The boys were respectful and loyal to a fault; it was like all the senpais suddenly took a silent vow to protect you as though you were the kid sister of their team. If Shizumi-san was a goddess, then you and Hitoka were her compatriots from that day on.

“Thank you,” the sing-song lilt in your voice was something only you let Hitoka see. Yamaguchi and Tsukkishima were the ones close enough to hear you talk to Hitoka.  “I had fun.”

“Seems like you aren’t the only one,” Hitoka mentions off hand her eyes wandering around the gym where their senpais were having trouble separating Kageyama from Hinata. You, on the other hand, had a better idea inspired by the way Kageyama was calling Hinata out for being a dumbass.

“Mind holding this for me Yamaguchi-kun?” you asked, handing him your notebook from earlier. 

“Sure,” he says (the pinch server would tell you later he loved the way your timid demeanor took a backseat when the squabbling reached its apex).

“Good luck trying to separate them,” Tsukkishima scoffs. 

“Hitoka, cover your ears,” you instructed with an exasperated glance.

You make finger guns with both of your hands and licked your lips prior to placing them in your mouth. The high-pitched wolf whistle you made echoed throughout the gym dispelling all parties involved to separate from each other. 

“I like this one,” their captain said, clasping his hands together. “Bring her here more often, ok Hitoka-chan?”

“Y-yes sir!” Hitoka answered with a smile. “C’mon Delta, Shizumi said we were good to go on ahead.”

“Mmkay,” you said. “Thanks for holding my materials Yamaguchi. See you guys later boys.”

You give a small salute to the crows & you take your leave with Hitoka chatting about stopping by to pick up some ice pops at the convenience store down the street. 

“The Perseus constellation should be at it’s brightest tonight! I just have to get access to the rooftop again.”

“Delta, you used the fire escape last time, isn’t that a little dangerous?” Hitoka’s concern was made apparent as she walked behind you with her bag in tow.

“Not if it gets me to touch the sky,” you say with a dreamlike tone. 

When you and Hitoka disappeared out of earshot, Yamaguchi’s smile didn’t go away as stealthily as he had hoped. Tsukkishima and Shizumi walked a little closer to the pinch server; of all times for his best friend to form a liking was right after she let him skim through her journal. Whatever Hitoka’s intentions were with bringing Delta with her to practice that day, albeit being the subject of many campus rumors (within your year), you proved your worth all on your own.

“You like her, Yamaguchi,” Shizumi mentioned quietly to him. Tsukkishima places his hand on Yamaguchi’s shoulder knowing he needed a little encouragement.

“She reminds me of you when we were younger; a bit more louder, that’s for sure,” Tsukkishima says.

His typical smug attitude softened a bit due to the fact Delta might have also made an impression on him as well (considering the wolf whistle can be used as a threat if his teammates were getting too noisy).

“Sorry Tsukki,” Yamaguchi said. He placed a hand behind his neck and bowed. “Is this what it feels like to like someone new?”

“Probably,” Shizumi says. “This might be a good thing for you too. Let's go help the others clean up.”

Tsukkishima nodded. He adjusted his glasses. “You could ask her out to study next time we have an exam coming up...”

Yamaguchi breathed a sigh of relief, deciding to ask you for your number tomorrow (or at the very least ask Hitoka for it on his behalf).

next >Confessions & Kiss>

[aquagenesis]

i cant stop talking about seifer.

like i just don’t understand, in everything it’s emphasized that seifer is the parallel to squall.  the game opens up and everyone and their mother is telling squall he doesn’t care, he’s cold, he’s abrasive.  zell and selphie specifically comment on how rude he is; when he goes after rinoa following their inability to get into the broadcast station one of them tells him to back off because he’s going too far.  cid tells him strength isn’t enough to be a SeeD.  laguna is another parallel to squall (as his father) because while laguna throws himself into things because he thinks he’s doing the right thing, squall holds back and would rather criticize others for not doing enough.  laguna has kiros and ward, seifer has raijin and fujin, neither of which are “worse” than seifer.  both friendships involve the “friends” supporting their main character friend wholeheartedly and consistently being worried over them.  raijin and fujin don’t accept seifer would be executed and are the only ones to bother to go looking for him, out of concern for what he might be experiencing alone.  when seifer turns away from them it hurts them because they just want him to come back and abandon garden and everything together, because seifer has never been one to obey authority and now he IS.  even though laguna gets them lost in esthar and ward loses his voice entirely, ward and kiros spend their last (known) minutes apologizing to laguna for not being able to keep traveling with him.

everyone else in the game who isn’t just A Party Member and is otherwise observed to be “fine” has people they are friends with and close with.  squall doesn’t.  he’s an outsider and when people attempt to be friends with him, he shuts them out.  the only other party members who don’t have anyone are irvine and quistis; irvine is alone because of some heartbreaker sniper garbage (you’re a womanizer OH) and quistis is alone because she can’t connect with her peers due to being an instructor of people not much younger than her but too young to be close to more mature faculty.

squall intentionally goes after people about things he thinks they should be insecure about and gets angry when they don’t “realize” what they’re doing that’s wrong.  squall falls into the same Toxic Masculinity/Don’t Idolize This category that characters like rick sanchez and walter white fall into, where they’re successful but for all the wrong reasons.  rinoa is like eighteen and she was born into a galbadia-occupied world where resistance members are being tried and persecuted for trying to get timber’s independence which was taken from them.  squall takes her inability to know what to do when she SAYS she never imagined they’d be able to get this far as an individual fault, never apologizes, and it’s written off as “well she needs to learn how to do whatever” when in reality squall had no right to talk to her like that.  because she’s right; he just blindly follows orders and puts himself on a pedestal of moral superiority because “he isn’t the one who messed up”, because he doesn’t DO anything he’d have to take personal responsibility for.  he tells rinoa what she SHOULD be doing and then when she’s like “oh really?  okay i’ll go with that” because he has combat experience and training he takes that opportunity to rip into her because “she can’t make decisions on her own”.

rinoa specifically goes through a LOT of shit because squall refuses to make the first move for the majority of the game.  rinoa is always the one who steps in to protect squall and squall has nothing to say but criticism because “she should have let him die.  she should have carried out the mission”.  seifer steps in to protect squall and instead of respecting his memory squall decides to make it about his existential crisis rather than the fact his classmate who tried to save his ass was executed.

and this would be fine; seifer is allowed to have negative character development.  but seifer never receives sympathy or empathy for the fact he was brainwashed and taken away from everyone.  seifer broke the rules of garden and everything for the sake of protecting people he didn’t think would be able to make it out alive.  seifer says, “they’re gonna get killed if they wind up against the whole galbadian army” because cid dispatched 3 new SeeD members into a situation he knew was far graver than “heehee just free timber” as though it would be so easy.  seifer knew garden was a sham from the beginning and even when the narrative flips to say “yeah garden is actually the worst thing”, it’s not “oh shit!  we were after the wrong guy!” it’s “well seifer should have done a better job of relaying that information”.

seifer knew squall wasn’t ready to be a SeeD.  seifer knew SeeD was basically a pass to do whatever you wanted.  seifer knew making squall the leader of a squad when he’s insufferable and difficult was a bad idea.  seifer told zell so many times to be quiet even before he threatened the president and because zell was so caught up on “god i fucking hate that guy” he led to seifer being brainwashed and the war getting more tense.

edea knew if quistis or anyone else would be able to talk to seifer the brainwashing wouldn’t work; that’s why she incapacitated quistis when she ran in on the scene.  seifer was taken advantage of against his will and then had literally no way of getting away; his “romantic dream” was with rinoa, not being edea’s “knight” or whatever.  the fact squall had the audacity to call him a lapdog and whatever else is just so fucking stupid because the game confirms brainwashing was happening.  squall has a massive fucking ego problem and he isn’t forced to come to terms with it until the world is literally ending and him and rinoa almost die in fucking space.  rinoa girl you deserve so much better than a man you need to teach compassion.

like it’s not even inherently bad final fantasy had a protagonist who was entirely self-serving because yeah squall does eventually learn he’s a fucking dick.  no wonder you’re worried about being a memory because what the fuck would anyone say about you.  seifer got called heroic and noble and it drove squall so crazy because it was all retrospective he stormed out of the room screaming “I WON’T BE A MEMORY” which is so fucking tasteless.  quistis is looking for just friendly support because she was demoted because of seifer and squall and squall tells her “well other peoples’ problems aren’t mine”.  squall finds out rinoa might have been looking for seifer and he really gets so worked up until he finds out she was looking for cid at the party, but then gets mad again because seifer introduced them.  but it just doesn’t make sense to have the antagonist be the parallel of someone self-serving.

like don’t even get me started on the fact that like, squall and rinoa wound up being together in the end, because yeah rinoa deserved better than squall.  she deserved better than to have her boyfriend who she was in love with dangled in front of her with no way to get him back.  she deserved better than to have to fight someone she loved for her life because her boyfriend was taken from her because of some stupid “preserve the garden!” agenda when garden didn’t take her seriously until seifer introduced her to cid.  rinoa had no obligation to stay with squall outside of he was assigned to her and he treated her like shit for so long.  she wanted seifer to be with her because seifer gave her courage and made her feel like she could do anything.  instead she had to help squall through several character arcs because “she needs to stand up for herself” or whatever and it’s like, your boyfriend SHOULD be giving you hope that you can do what you want to.  it’s not a bad thing seifer’s the one who gave her that.  she didn’t “rely” on seifer, he was strong and self-assured but canonically hates pity so he would not “pity” her.

and like as far as i remember and am playing, squall doesn’t even hate seifer.  he thinks he’s a dick and full of himself but boy are you sure calling the kettle black.  seifer didn’t respect quistis because she was a coward and relied on her role as “instructor” to berate and punish him.  that’s part of the reason she was demoted, because she couldn’t be fair.  seifer never missed and that’s why they had to shove him into the antagonist role, because they needed to take away the person squall was living in the shadow of for him to realize HE was the problem and not everyone else.

if seifer had been on the mission to assassinate the president they never would’ve gotten on the damn train because he would’ve been smart enough to say “hey rinoa if this is such public information i don’t think he’s gonna be on the train, let’s not put all of our energy into this as the main plan”.  squall went along with it and then got nasty because it didn’t work.  squall single-handedly let everything get so fucking bad because he was too scared to maybe be “wrong”.  he’s lucky so many other people were willing to go down for him to succeed like very genuinely because if i was on that boy’s team call me the next seifer almasy.

[vannahfanfics]

Baby Fever

Category: General Fluff

Fandom: One Piece

Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Nami, Red-Haired Shanks, Makino

Requested By: @deliathedork (Tumblr)

Nami stared critically up at the Jolly Roger flapping in the breeze far above her head. It was an impressively daunting illustration, a laughing skull with bright red paint streaking over the left eye overlaying two red-hilted blades. Rightly so, it would strike fear into the hearts of countless many, being the Jolly Roger of one of the four Emperors of the Grand Line. Any normal pirate would turn tail and flee as quickly as they could; if they were a bit on the reckless side, maybe, they would probably try to engage in a parlay or at least ascertain why such an impressive vessel manned by an even more impressive crew was pulling up on their stern. That’s what Nami would have down if she were captain.

However, she was not captain. Luffy was captain. And Luffy was currently vaulting himself over the side of the ship screaming like a man possessed.

“Shaaaaaaaanks! What’s uuuuuuuuup?!” The tangerine-haired navigator watched with a wearied expression as her captain, stretchy limbs and straw hat and all, all but invaded the deck of the neighboring ship to disappearing behind the balustrade. She knew that Red-Haired Shanks was an acquaintance of his and very likely meant no harm, but considering they were openly challenging Emperors left and right these days, Shanks might have just gotten a little tipsy and decided to come test Luffy’s mettle. Based on the chorus of excited cheers and laughter that were drifting down from the deck of the comparably taller ship, Nami doubted this was the case. However, she and Robin shared the only brain cells of the ship, and she maintained them by being cautious.

“Luffy! How many times do I have to tell you not to rush into things? Oh, good grief, why am I bothering? He isn’t listening,” she grumbled while crossing her arms. Franky and Usopp installed the gangplank so they could cross the thin stream of waves separating the two vessels, and considering how easily the rest of them strolled on over like they had known the Red-Haired Pirates all their lives, she supposed her concern was unwarranted. Still, one of these days, those imbeciles were going to give her a heart attack.

Nami crossed the gangplank to see that Luffy was hugging the one-armed, red-haired man tightly, with his stretchy arms wound several times around him as he nuzzled his cheek into his upper forearm.

“Shanks! Dude! I have so much to tell you! I’ve kicked soooooo many asses, you wouldn’t believe it! Hey, hey, lemma introduce my crew to you, yeah? Have you seen our bounties? Aren’t they awesome?” he was gabbing incessantly as Shanks looked on with a mix between a fatherly smile and an overwhelmed laugh. Nami pushed through the crowd of pirates to stomp right over to her captain and start tugging on the back of his red vest.

“Luffy! What are you, ten? Behave with some dignity, why don’t you?” she scolded hotly as she stretched the fabric up and down. Luffy immediately began to pout and stuck out his tongue at her. “Excuse me?” He winced at her thunderous stare, then his body drooped like a scolded puppy’s. Muttering under his breath, he unwound his arms from around Shanks and obediently released him so that Nami could deposit him a respectable distance away. “That’s more like it.”

“Wow, Luffy, your girlfriend sure is a firecracker,” the man laughed good-naturedly. Nami’s cheeks flushed pink and she held up her hands in a gesture of rebuttal.

“What? No! I’m just his navigator!”

“That’s right! How dare you disrespect Nami-swan like that! Come here! I’ll kick your ass even if you are an Emperor!” Sanji shouted and approached Shanks with a cigarette clenched in his teeth, rolling up his sleeves even though he was going to very obviously kick him. All it took was Nami batting her eyelashes and crooning a calming remark for Sanji to melt on the spot and cease his affront. Shanks eyed the puddle of Sanji wiggling on the deck of his ship.

“What a frightening young woman you are.”

“Yeah, Nami’s scary, isn’t she?” Luffy said as he propped his chin on her shoulder. She huffed and tilted his straw hat such that it was not bumping into her head, but allowed him to stoop over to perch on her shoulder. She was quite used to his complete lack of personal space. “Anyway, Shanks, what’re you doing in this neck of the woods? Don’t you got important Emperor stuff to do?”

“It just so happened that we crossed paths. I spotted your Jolly Roger. Really, I was just going to sail on by, but Makino insisted~” he trilled with a bellowing laugh. Nami gasped as Luffy’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head and he clamped his hands down on her shoulders, head wildly swiveling around just above hers.

“Makino?! What’s she doing here? Hey, Makino, hellooooooo?!”

“Stop shouting! You’re gonna make me go deaf!” she screamed at him with a harmless but emphatic bonk to the side of his head. Though it didn’t even leave a mark, he gave her the poutiest look her could while rubbing his temple where she had whapped him.

“Why do you get to shout and I don’t?”

“Heehee,” came a girlish giggle from the crowd. “You haven’t changed at all, Luffy.” Nami and Luffy both turned as a beautiful young woman holding a swaddled infant pushed through to stand beside the much broader and taller red-haired man. Again, Luffy’s eyes bugged out of his head as he beheld the small child. Rather than going to inspect himself, as he was apparently very comfortable with now propping his chin on the top of Nami’s head, he shoved her forward to her feet were forced to clumsily carry her over to the woman and her baby.

“Whoa! Makino, when did you have a baby? Who’s baby is it, anyway? Oh my God, are you a pirate now? Did you steal it?” he accused with a horrified gasp. Makino laughed at his ridiculous notion, while Nami scowled in embarrassment at her captain’s simply insurmountable stupidity.

“Luffy, you moron. I’m the father!” Shanks huffed, shaking his head with closed eyes as he rested his one hand on his hip. Nami was counting down the seconds to when Luffy’s eyes popped out of his head for good; he made some noise reminiscent of a spit-take as he stared incredulously at Shanks.

“When the hell did that happen?” he cried as he looked between the pirate and the young mother ridiculously fast. If his spine had not been made of rubber, his neck would have snapped from the force of him swiveling. His chin was creating enough static friction against her scalp to start a fire, so she clapped her hands onto his cheeks to fix his head into place, gaze on the wee infant peering up at him curiously. “I’m so confused,” he said in a nasally whine, but curiously reached up to poke the baby in the cheek. “It’s squishy.”

“Don’t antagonize it,” Nami tutted as the infant squeaked in clear irritation.

“Would you like to hold him, Luffy?”

“Ooooooh!” he squealed and reached over Nami’s shoulders with grabby hands. “Gimme! Gimme!”

“Absolutely not. You have no idea how to properly hold a baby,” Nami refused and took the baby from Makino as she held it out. Luffy’s shoulders slumped up to his ears as he frowned grumpily at her when she turned around, cradling the baby carefully. “Oh, don’t pout, you’ll get to hold him in a second,” she huffed. The rest of the Straw Hats were very curious about Makino’s little charge and crowded around, ogling in wonder.

“He certainly is a cute little baby,” Robin smiled serenely and stuck out her index finger, her eyes brightening as he grasped it with his wee little hand. Chopper was jumping up and down begging to see, so Zoro lifted him up by his scruff to deposit him on his broad shoulder. The baby bubbled and cooed at the reindeer, making him blush and laugh.

“Aw, you’re not cute at all, you little bastard~ <3” he squealed with very obvious delight as he wriggled gleefully on Zoro’s shoulder. The swordsman in question had his arms crossed as he gazed critically down at the baby.

“So, what can it do?”

“Moss-head, you absolute moron! It’s a baby!”

“Yeah, so? You can teach babies tricks, right?”

“Dear God, I hope you never procreate.” Sanji scowled as he put his cigarette out with the bottom of his dress shoe so as not to make the baby ill with the toxic fumes. They began quipping back and forth, and next thing Nami knew they were a few yards away scrapping with each other while the Red-Haired Pirates were yelling bets. Imbeciles, Nami thought with a roll of her eyes as she gently rocked the baby up and down. After a while, the rest of the Straw Hats became more invested in the daily fight of their cook and swordsman- except the captain. Apparently he was more invested in Nami’s promise of being able to hold the infant, and was standing rigidly beside her practically vibrating with anticipation.

“Nami, Nami, can I please hold it now?” he begged with a wheedling whine. Nami clicked her tongue, not sure it was responsible to make Luffy in any way responsible for a baby, but she didn’t want to deny him the experience. She stepped close to him as she prepared to put the baby in his arms.

“Okay, hold him very gently and support his head, okay? Babies don’t have strong necks and their skulls aren’t fully formed yet, so their heads are very, very vulnerable,” she instructed. Luffy nodded vigorously as he scooped the baby out of her arms, surprisingly very natural at adjusting to cradling the little guy. Nami couldn’t help but smile warmly as he grinned brightly down at the baby, who was waving his arms with delighted little squeals.

“Hey, there, little guy! Wow, you’re so happy! My name’s Luffy and I’m gonna be King of the Pirates, so remember that, okay?” he told him, smiling so hard that his eyes scrunched up into little crescent-moon shapes. He began bouncing the baby like Nami had been earlier, then looked at Makino quizzically.

“So, what’re you doing with Shanks, anyway? Why are you in Fuschia Village? The Grand Line is a dangerous place for a baby.”

“Yeah,” Shanks sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, obviously displeased with the situation. “I snuck over to be there for the little guy’s birth, but somehow it got out to the Marines. I couldn’t risk them going after Makino to get to me. Right now, the safest place for them is with me.”

“Oh,” Luffy grimaced. “See, Nami, this is why we have to kick the World Government’s ass.”

“Yes, yes, ass-kicking will come in due time,” she sighed wearily. Makino giggled. She had a tick of covering her mouth with a hand when she laughed, Nami noticed, that was very endearing. She could see why Shanks would fancy a woman like her. As they stood beside each other, lovingly watching Luffy hold and chatter at the baby, it was very obvious that they were a doting and natural couple. Good for them, she thought with a smile.

“Hey, Nami,” Luffy said, shuffling close to her while still bouncing the baby up and down against his chest, “I want a baby.”

The screech that spilled from her mouth was unholy. She back-pedaled away from the confused young man, falling against Shank’s broad form. He reflexively caught her by the shoulders; she knew it was reflexes because he currently had his head tipped back in the most raucous bout of laughter she had ever heard, so hard that his broad body shook violently against Nami’s comparably smaller frame. Makino was blushing with a hand over her mouth and was looking between the startled navigator and the innocent-looking Luffy.

“Luffy!” Nami huffed breathlessly.

“What? I want one.”

“Stop saying that!”

“But I want one!”

“You have no idea what you’re saying!”

“Uh, yeah, I do. Me. Baby. Want. Can I have one?” Nami groaned loudly and ran a hand over her face. Truly, his idiocy and obliviousness knew no bounds.

“Luffy, you are aware of what it takes to get a baby, right?”

“Uh, yeah, Makino gave me the talk.”

“Then why the hell are you asking me?!”

“Because! There are other ways to get a baby! Somebody must be getting rid of one.”

“Oh my- Luffy, oh my God.” She was standing up by her own accord now, because Shanks had doubled over wheezing from laughing so hysterically. His face was nearly as red as his hair and Nami was pretty certain they would have to get Chopper on the scene, because he was probably going to pass out from lack of oxygen soon. Nami struggled to keep her head from exploding from how high her blood pressure was jacked at the moment. “Luffy… You just said that the Grand Line is a dangerous place for babies, right? Therefore, we shouldn’t put a baby at risk. You’ve declared war on the World Government and are competing with many other pirates for the title of Pirate King, yes?”

“Oh… Well, when you put it that way…” He frowned deeply, cocking his head to the side. She thought maybe she had gotten through to him, until that stupid grin returned to his face. “So after I kick the World Government’s ass and I become Pirate King, then can we get a baby?”

“No!” she screeched and head-chopped him. “Babies are immense responsibility! They require around-the-clock attention! Also, people just don’t give away babies! Even if we did manage to find and adopt an orphan baby, we’d still have to care for it, and none of you morons have enough brain cells to manage caring for a fake plant, let alone a baby! And stop with this ‘we’ stuff! Why do you keep asking me?!”

“Because,” he muttered through clenched teeth, cross-eyed as he stared at her hand that was still softly bonking him in the top of the head, “You’re smart and responsible. You could teach me how to take care of a baby.”

“I give up,” she sobbed as she sank down to her hands and knees, completely overwhelmed by his complete lack of tact. She didn’t know if her heart could take anymore. Did he really not know what it truly meant to ask her for a baby? Somehow through her breakdown, he had managed to not mess up holding Makino’s baby; he had kept him safe and secure through her head-chops, and the baby wasn’t even upset by all her yelling, quite content with the way Luffy was bouncing him up and down. Not that it mattered. He could hold one, maybe, but when it came time to feed one, he would be trying to give him meat.

“Hey, little guy, you hungry? Sanji makes great meat.”

“I give up,” she sobbed again as she all but melted against the wooden deck. Shanks had recovered from his laughing fit and was sitting up beside her, still red-faced as he struggled to contain short bursts of giggles.

“Ahahaha, oh, man, that was funny as shit,” he snickered as he clapped Nami repeatedly on the shoulder. “You sure have your work cut out for you with this moron.”

“I told you! I’m not his girlfriend!” she shrieked, and Emperor or no, he was still on the receiving end on one of her vicious whaps. He looked at her like a wounded puppy as he rubbed the welt where she had struck his chin with an uppercut.

“I didn’t say that! Luffy! She’s scary!”

“Yeah, I told you, shoulda listened,” Luffy shrugged and whirled on his heel to carry the baby over to where Sanji and Zoro were still fighting. “Hey, check it out, little guy! This is what a fight looks like! You’re gonna grow up to be a real ass-kicker just like us, right?” he was laughing as he made sure the baby could see the cook and swordsman whacking at each other like there was no tomorrow.

“You’re an idiot,” she sighed as she sat up and brushed her strands of tangerine hair- which probably had streaks of gray by now- from her face. Still, she had to smile. She had to admit, Lufdy did look happy holding the little guy.

He had a long way to go, but someday, Nami didn’t doubt that he would make a great father.

“Are you sure you aren’t Luffy’s girlfriend?” Makino asked as she crouched down beside her. “That was an awful lov-“

“No! No! Nope! Not happening! No, thank you!” Nami yelled with emphatic shakes of her head, literally screaming denials as it was her face that took on the crimson hue of Shanks’ famous red hair. Before the two could interrogate her anymore about feelings she was certainly not ready to discuss or even acknowledge, she scrambled over to Luffy to make sure he was actually taking care of the baby.

Great father he could be in the future, but right now, he was still dumb as a sack of rocks when it came to babies.

~Bonus~

Shanks sighed contentedly as he watched the flustered girl scurry away from his and Makino’s continuous prodding. With another short laugh, he tossed the long strands of his red hair from his face and motioned for Makino to sit down on the deck beside him; his legs were still jelly from laughing so hard he had nearly pissed himself, so there was no standing for him anytime soon. His beloved eased herself down onto her knees beside him, and his good arm immediately wound itself around her thin waist to hold her close. She rested her hand on his shoulder, smiling warmly as she watched young Nami berating Luffy for asking the baby if he wanted to hold one of Zoro’s swords.

“He’s come a long way, hasn’t he?” she sighed. Shanks nodded in agreement, then snorted in laughter.

“Still a long way to go, though. ‘Specially when it comes to women. I thought Nami was gonna kill him.” Makino giggled. He always loved her giggles. They resounded like clear bells in the morning, vibrating in his soul and lighting it alive. Watching Luffy handle his son out of the corners of his eyes, he pressed a kiss into her temple. “I love you, Makino.”

“I love you too, honey.” He smiled against her green hair, inhaling her sweet scent of summer grass and honeysuckle accented by the pungent sourness of the ale she served in the bar in Fuschia Village. He began to rub small circles into the small of her back.

“So, wanna make a bet on when they get married?”

“I heard that!”

“Oh, hell, Jesus-“ he sputtered and did not manage to duck in time as Nami wrenched off her flip-flop and chucked it with deadly precision, striking him right in the middle of his forehead. As he fell roughly down onto his back, Makino was making those delighted giggles next to him, and he had to smile despite the stinging pain in his forehead.

Glad you found yourself a nice girl, Luffy… Although, she scares me.

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HI ITS ME AGAIN THE ANON WHO HAS UR NOTIFS ON QHWXWKDFFJDKD I CRIED WHEN THE FIC NOTIF POPPED UP!!!! THE ENDING IS SO GOOD AND SWEET AND MY HEART FEELS LIKE ITS CONSTRICTING BECAUSE YOUR WRITING!!!!! its so beautiful and perfect i love it so much 🥺🥺🥺 part 4 was the best thing ever because 1) they finally made up!!! AND IN PARIS!!!! 2) TENDOU APPEARING I SWEAR I SCREAMED WHEN I READ HIS PART I WAS LIKE!!!! OMFG!!!!! ITS TIMESKIP TENDOU Y/N IS FRIENDS WITH HIM!!!!!! 3) the students + shoko and nanami that werent suprised at the news of them finally dating 😭😭 that was so funny because i can clearly imagine the look on their faces HQJQJSJWHJWJS and finally 4) THE CUTEST EPILOGUE EVER!!!!!! i cant stop thinking about a cute little kid who looks exactly like gojo napping on top of him with the child’s cheek smushed on his chest and im🥺🥺🥺🥺 thats so cute i swear i shed some tears because nothings more beautiful than seeing a perfect family 🥺🥺💙💙 (even though they arent married yet HAHDNDJDJFKF) ANYWAY this is a crazy mess of an ask my emotions are all jumbled up after reading and i feel all fuzzy and warm inside heehee 🥰🥰🥰 again thank you for writing!!!! i really really love your work 🥺🥺 hope u have a great day/night!!! 💙💙

HI ANON WHO HAS MY NOTIFS ON AJSJJDFKKDSK. This was far from a crazy mess I loved reading this so much I’m so glad you liked those parts (including Tendou and also the students’/Nanami’s/Shoko’s reactions were the most fun parts to write, I love all of them so much😭)

And lmaooo I almost didn’t include the epilogue but I caved in I wanted to write a sappy ending and I just think Gojo’s kids would be the cutest things ever. Haha yeah they’re not legally married yet but they might as well be. As someone who doesn’t have much respect for authorities and stuffy norms and rules I don’t see him as someone who thinks of marriage often. If he loves someone then that should be enough—some document isn’t going to make a difference.

If anything he’d probably be the type to elope, further upsetting the elders but he doesn’t care 😂 so you can just assume that’ll happen between reader and Gojo lmaoo

Thanks again for the lovely comments, reading yours always make my day :,)

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Chapter 4 (Winter’s Gem) (Bucky Barnes AU)

CHAPTER 3

Characters: Bucky Barnes x You (AU)

Summary: Bucky Barnes has been scouted by your boss in Felicity Night, you were just a mere young, cleaner in Felicity night and have been living in the basement of the club for all your life. He's the most wanted Gigolo in the city, and taking him away from eager, thirsty women seemed to be impossible especially if he chose to be a Gigolo as his way of living.

Warning: Profanities. FLOOF. The moment y'all been waiting for.

Words: 4,541 (It's long af. PLEASE ACCEPT THIS WARM GIFT FROM MOI)

A/N: Everybody give feedback! Your comments and likes make me think y'all are loving this! Heehee! Thank you! 

Disclaimer: PNG's, pictures and GIF's aren't mine. However, the whole series, one shots and edits are from moi.

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"Buck?"

Steve knocked on Bucky's door, earning a hum from his best pal who was writing on his red notebook that had a design of a star. He continued scribbling what he needed to write, never minding Steve's patriotic ass who barged in his room looking dapper in his suit.

He gave his buddy some distance, knowing well that Bucky didn't want anybody nor Steve to have a glimpse of his diary. Sure, they were best friends, but sometimes. We all need something private that could be kept as a secret on our own.

Steve looked around Bucky's room. Noting how it was untouched and still how he saw it was last year ago. Nothing new. "You writing again?"

Bucky gave a nonchalant nod, still focused on his notes. "Yeah. Don't wanna forget about the most important things in my life, Pal." He gave a forced smile, writing the last words. "Her name was Y/N." Before he began grinning to himself.

To which his sudden bright gesture didn't go unnoticed by Steve. His blue eyes trained at the man sitting in front of his study table. Steve could feel that something was going weird with his best friend, and he won't stop till he could get truthful answers from him. Yet, he could feel who was behind Bucky's smiles. "Why? Did something good happened?"

Bucky's lips grew wider at the thought of you, he was acting like a high schooler again despite that he was already thirty years old, soon turning thirty one. His heart beat began to quicken at the image of your face that was imprinted inside his brain. God, was he a sucker for you and it was scaring him because the way his heart is beating was abnormal and different. The great but worrying kind of different, he sighed, closing his eyes in frustration. His mind was conflicted, and indistinct and it was making him mad.

"Not something, someone." He spoke very calmly, sounding like waves on a shore. At that response, Steve's ears perked in curiosity even though he could guess the answer by now.

He kind of caught Bucky one time--well all the damn time, leaving packs of food on the basement, even had the thought to order a take out even though it wasn't a usual habit of him but the past few days, he had been ordering take outs all the time. Even saying he would eat on the way back at Felicity Night when he just wanted to eat food together with you.

Besides, who was he offering food at the basement? Ghosts? Ants? Insects? You were the only person living underneath the club, there was no other answers to that.

He raised his brows in curiousity, acting like he didn't know a thing. "Who? You've been keeping secrets from me now?"

Steve didn't ask what, he directly went to the word 'who' and Bucky couldn't say a thing, continuously keeping his pretty mouth shut.

"You can't keep it from me, Buck." Steve sighed, pinching his nose bridge as he was in deep thought, thinking about his opinions towards his best friend taking a huge liking towards the youngest worker around Felicity Night, he couldn't even grasp Bucky and Y/N together. She was the youngest friend he ever have and to date his thirty year old best friend? It was obnoxious. "It's Y/N, right?"

Steve took a step closer, leaning on the table where Bucky was who looked completely deep in his thoughts. Probably countless words coming at him in that exact moment. "Why her? She's still a kid for God's sake--"

"She's not a kid anymore, Steve! Stop acting like she's some kind of a baby! she's not!" Bucky huffed, suddenly on his feet, standing face to face with the man who stood on his ground, fighting for the chemistry that was bound to happen soon. "I know, Buck. What I'm trying to point out here is that," He paused, staring at Bucky with utmost worry and distress.

"She's fragile, broken. She needs someone to guide and protect her. The girl haven't had a father since she was a baby, been abused by her mother starting when she was 7 years old." Steve brought his hand up, clasping on Bucky's metal shoulder.

Bucky could only blink, trying his hardest to stop what his heart was screaming for. But, it seemed to be impossible because it's too late now.

"You're even the same as her, Buck. What if that sickness of yours gets worse--" Bucky immediately cut him off, not wanting to have another pep talk about his weird sickness. He had heard it a thousand times and it was getting awful to hear.

Bucky's hand slid to grab onto his diary, boldly showing it to Steve with a knowing look, "That's why I'm trying Steve. All the good things that happens in my life are kept inside this diary. This sickness of mine is one son of a bitch because it only picks what it wants to remember,"

Steve gulped the anxiety balled up in his throat, breathing in deep breaths as he gave his best pal a sorrowful look that Bucky obviously didn't like, it wasn't like he won't get cured right? Maybe it was only temporary because of that damn accident? "Only the bad ones get to be kept, haunting you forever."

Bucky gave a humourless chuckle, shrugging Steve's hand off his shoulder as he was suddenly caught up in his toxic thoughts. "This is why I don't do love, Steve. I'm scared, scared that once I fall in love, I'll end up forgetting about her."

Bucky gnawed on his lip, looking so affected and conflicted. This was the first time Steve has seen his best friend so bright and positive. Why would he even be the antagonist and plan to ruin the rainbows and glitters that were wrapped around his best pal? If Y/N could be the answer to Bucky's drastic change, then so be it. Even if it meant for the bad things that were about to happen any time soon because Y/N wasn't a normal girl that Bucky could easily get.

"Do you love her?" His question startled Bucky, making him gulp from his sudden question. "I-I don't know, Steve. It's only been weeks..But, I like her. I do, very much."

"Are you sure that weird sickness of yours is hereditary?" Steve thought, thinking at the back of his mind that maybe it was only a defense mechanism since he had one hell of a broken past. Maybe it was? He had always try to forget about his past, every nightmare that keeps haunting him back.

Maybe, just maybe. One reason why Bucky couldn't remember the good ol' days was because nothing good came into his life yet?

We may never know, but Steve was about to find out.

Y/N have been going in circles around the club, once in a while huffing to herself when she's been directed to the wrong place. All she had in mind was to find Bucky and have dinner with him because that's what the metal armed man have told her. It has been a custom for her to get dragged on by Bucky who wanted to eat and bond with her. A bond that was special to the both of them. Leaving smiles and laughter that certainly lifted their spirits up from how disheartened it was whenever they were in the club.

You silently chanted in the back of your mind that this mahogany door standing in front of you was finally it, your stomach was growling in starvation and all you wanted was to have another slice of pizza with the man that makes your heart run a mile.

"Bucky--Oh shit. You're not Bucky, sorry!" There was no hesitation to shut the door closed. Seeing a naked man on top of a naked..woman? Man? Whoever it was didn't know the use of a lock.

Left, and another left turn, stepping down a staircase before taking another turn that will lead you towards to where the basement was. You huffed out in disappointment, finding no Bucky in the wilderness. Guess you'll probably eat alone in your basement then.

You were just meters away from your destination which was a door going straight down to the basement when you hazily saw a couple blocking the doorway. Your frustration towards Bucky who talks shit, went straight to your head. You opened your mouth, planning on giving the couple a very rude comment to just take it home when it was left hanging open because the couple in front of you wasn't exactly a couple after all. Or so you thought?

If you hadn't blinked twice then you wouldn't get to see a body and a man wearing a velvety blue suit that you have been very familiar with. The way his long brunette hair cascaded his shoulders didn't help the fact that he was kind of trying to hide his face. Trying to hide his face from you..or from someone even?

Your pent up irritation went straight back to your heart when you watched them talk very closely. Squinting your eyes to see that Bucky seemed to be rather comfortable with it and you wanted nothing more than to bash their skulls together. Oh God, you were turning violent when you're feeling terrible. You tried to calm yourself, shaking your head off to take the anger off your head.

The red head had the audacity to bring her hand up and stroke his thewy biceps. You hadn't even tried that yet so why can she? You thought in the back of your furious mind, your eyebrows were cinched together, before sassily raising one up when you saw her hand travelling towards his torso.

"Oh no, you don't, Bitch." You muttered dangerously low, hearing your heart pumping out of your chest so loud in vexation.

Your feet seemed to be louder than usual as every step you took closer to the man who you have been finding. Every thump made Bucky furrow his brows at the red head who was annoyingly caressing him like he was some majestic statue. She didn't even paid to buy his time, so why was he still letting her touch him?

Oh right, because she told him she was that Bitch's daughter.

"When mom said you were hot, I didn't expect you to be THIS hot," Matilda purred out like an annoying, screechy woman. Bucky so wanted to push her away, but he couldn't because he knows she would kiss and tell.

"Ex-fucking-cuse me," You piped in rather harshly, leaning on the wall next to the door, staring up at them with a stern, bored look on your face. Arms crossed in front of your chest as the next words come out of your mouth sounded like it came out of your nose, "If I open this door your stinky asses would fall, so to avoid accidents.." You dragged on, feeling Bucky's Steele blue eyes on you from the moment you announced your presence. Nevertheless, you paid him no mind and went straight to the red head's line of vision. "Move the fuck out,"

Once Matilda saw you, she had a large smirk. Oh, you remember her. She was one hell of a bitch too. Maybe not a bitch, but a devil in disguise because you remember how she tried drowning you on a restroom bowl when you caught her sniffing cocaine in the bathroom and had to tell Steve about it.

Which she had been obviously mad about because Steve had been her longest crush and he haven't even batted his eyelashes on her.

Plus, she noticed you have been Steve's friend since then and she didn't like how you both were close to each other. She was an annoying insect that you so wanted to slap.

"Y/N," She acknowledge the elephant in the room. Crossing her arms against her big breasts. Dang, you so wanted to pop her balloons with a needle. "It's so nice to see your soul wandering around Felicity Night,"

"Nice to see you still tightly grasping on Steve,"

Her smirk turned wider, "Oh, you won't be seeing me pestering Steve anymore," She said as a matter of fact. Swirling a tad bit of hair around her fingers as she seemed to have her own internal monologue. "He's cute..." Matilda clicked her tongue, "But, my taste with men can drastically change through time, Right, Bucky?"

She gave Bucky a side eye, signalling him that he was the person being referred to. However, his eyes were completely engrossed on you and only you. A spark of light surrounding his eyes from the moment he set his eyes on your marching figure.

"Hey doll," He smiled at you like the flowers withered miraculously grew. Never did he hear what Matilda said. Your petty conversation seem to have pass on either side of his ear.

Your heart began to race. Oh, God. Were you feeling it again. You tried hard not to take a glimpse of his Steele blue eyes peering down at you because of the image of him and Matilda having the power to touch him. Did she pay for his time so that was why he wa letting her do everything she wanted with him?

Those toxic thoughts came flooding inside your head, in which you had ignored Bucky who happily acknowledged your presence but was swirved and wasn't given attention by your jealous self.

"Seriously?" Matilda huffed out loud, her voice jumping higher as she was ignored by the most infamous Gigolo in town just because of a Janitress who works in one of her mother's business. "I'll see you around, James. For sure," She suddenly uttered out loud as she looked at her branded watch.

You were staring at Matilda all the while, even saw how she stood and turned her Loubiton Heels around. Craning her neck as she pouted her deep red lips, landing on Bucky's cheek who seemed to subtly jump from his place because of how bold Matilda is.

Unbeknownst to you, your fists folded tight on either side of your arms. An incredulous glint inside your eyes while you glared at the woman. Oh, she was trying to vex you into lashing out because she could feel something 'illegal' was going on between Bucky and you.

Simply that hunch could be dangerous for your state and maybe even Bucky's.

"Toodles!" Matilda waved off, raising her perfectly arched brow when she turned her hips around. Parading through the halls, her wide hips swaying with the beat of the pop music pumping upstairs.

After moments of awkward silence between you and the man who was now frowning, completely lost as to why you were giving him the cold gestures. He continuously stared at you, thinking why you were acting so harsh. "Doll?" Bucky's flesh hand wrapped around your arm in a comforting warmth. Your inner self wanted him to touch you more, you wanted more from him and it was making your heart nervous from what it was asking.

Does he even feel the same way?

"What?" You suddenly snapped, wrenching your hand away from his, despite of your heart's content. He was sincerely shocked from how you reacted so hostile. What was wrong with you? Bucky remembered how you didn't complain when he tried reaching for your hand when you both walked back to Felicity night after a great, jolly dinner with him.

So, why were you reacting this way now?

You began to grab at the door towards down the basement, simply ignoring the handsome, brunette fellow baracading your door. Bucky suddenly grabbed your hand, tightly clasping his hand with yours as he intensely stared in your E/C eyes.

"Stop pushing me away," He sneered, Steele blue eyes piercing yet still soft and looking wounded from your hostility.

You stared back with the same intensity, eyebrows cinched as you spat back. "I wasn't pushing you away,"

Bucky had back you up on the door, his whole, brawny body hovering before you. His lips stuck in between his perfectly white teeth, utterly distracted by your pinkish lips as he took sly glimpses.

He roughly cleared his throat before staring back into your eyes that seemed to be conflicted of your feelings for him. "Are you not? Really?"

The space between the two of you was undeniably suffocating. You were having a difficult time to breath, his presence was too much. Everything about him was too much and your heart couldn't handle it.

You hastily whisked your hand away from his hold. Quickly spinning around, grabbing the door knob in an attempt to stay away from him. It was wrong. Definitely wrong. Why had you even agreed to have dinner with him all the time? Your mother would hurt you if she knows that you were trying to date one of her workers. Liking Bucky Barnes was definitely a mistake, especially if he was best known for being the only one in a million escort for the ladies in town.

You felt your heart pinched by a needle when you said your next words, "Whatever, go tend whoever you need to tend anybody's need right now," and your hand stopped turning the knob midway from how your sentence ended up meaning.

It sounded like you were jealous, and Bucky couldn't help the tiny smirk he made. His heart jumping in joy while he tried putting two and two together.

You liked him back.

You bit your lip hard, cussing out a curse beneath your breath, trying not stomp in front of Bucky like a child. You and your clumsy mouth..You turned the door open like lightning, skidding down the basement as far as possible, completely away from the man who was giving you dithers. To your mistake, you left the door opened and forgot that he was a man with a plan, a man who needed to have you blurting out answers that could finally keep his heart allay.

"Y/N! Wait!"

The way his leather black shoes hit the stairs made your heart jump hurdles. Thump. Every step he took till he reaches the basement was giving you the heebie-jeebies. He'll finally see how filthy you are as a person, how complicated it was to meddle with a person like you and it showed how you didn't deserve to take a heart like his.

His overwhelming presence was finally there. You closed your eyes for second, hearing his hesitating footsteps as he examined your bedroom slash basement of the whole club.

This was why you never let him in.

"Doll," Bucky huffed, shaking his head in disbelief that kept moving from one thing to another. He saw how unpleasant the whole place is, he saw how it wasn't possible for a person to breath in those dust, and how small your place was. He breathed out a sigh, a breath he has been holding..trying not to lash his anger out on your irresponsible mother.

"How can your mother agree to this?" Bucky could hear heavy distracting footsteps coming from the ceiling above. "You deserve a lot more than..this,"

His voice was masking in the pity you deserved, and it was making you feel so small and humiliating.

Bucky moved to your old, wooden, cracked study table. He saw the post-it notes from him that you've kept so nicely. Topping off one after the other, all types of colors mixed in one small tower. It looked like you were reading it every time you go to sleep, and he was right. A small smile itched to reach his face.

"Bucky," You croaked out, feeling a lump stuck in your throat as your eyes examined his every move around your room. "You need to leave, my mother can't--shouldn't see you here. She'll be thinking...She'll be thinking--"

He couldn't help but grin a little. "What will she think, Doll?"

"She'll think that we...we're.." You stuttered like a stupid high school girl talking to her crush. Bucky smiled while reading his post it notes that you kept. The soft paper caressing his fingertips. "Dating? Is that what you meant, Doll?" He took a breath, gazing up the woody, dusty ceiling that could leave his eyes itchy. "Why? Aren't we already dating?"

Your heart was pounding non-stop, like it wanted to jump off your body. What was he saying? Was he completely out of his mind?

All you could do was stutter, your foot entirely rooted on the ground like a crazed high-schooler who saw her crush walk by. "Wh-when did I even say we were?!" The gorgeous, metal armed man deeply chuckled, his laugh sounding so velvet and like melted chocolate in your ears. "I just assumed we were, Doll." Bucky spun around his heels, slowly striding towards where your feet were planted.

He stopped in front of you, his velvety blue suit just in arms reach. You wanted nothing more than to caress it, just like how that bitch Matilda did. Yet, you tried hard not to. You'll be damned, even get infected by his addicting poison that you so wanted to drink.

"Wanna hear what my heart says?" His voice seemed to sound close, and he was. Your eyes were tempted to jump out of its eye sockets, his ears just a millimeter away from yours, his soft, sweet, hot lips touching your ear every once in a while, sucking off the oxygen that your lungs needed. "It says that I like you," Pause. Breath. "Very much, and it's making me insane because I ended up liking you this fast and we haven't even knew each other for a year yet,"

The only thing that you could do was choke in your own saliva. Your complete attention solely on Bucky. Him and only him. Your thoughts turning hazy from his masculine and earthy perfume.

"It's like..our souls are just..perfectly made for each other, and I couldn't explain why, Doll." He whispered, oh so quietly. So sexy but genuine at the same time. Sexyness was probably in his blood even without him trying. You breathed hard through your nose, feeling his breath move to your soft, puffy cheeks. Meaning to say, he was that close. Too close for her patience not to waver.

Minutes have passed, and Y/N couldn't say a thing. Bucky knew it was wrong, he probably miscalculated everything and thought she had a thing for him. Perhaps, it was only friendship?

Bucky couldn't help but bite the insides of his cheeks, his whole body on an anxiety train-wreck. "Y/N--" He started, his breath caught inside his throat. Though, you were fast enough to halt him. "I...I like you too, Buck. So much. I wouldn't be pissy if I weren't,"

Did he hear you right? You finally told him out loud that you fucking like him? Oh, God was his grin reaching the moon. He could feel his heart exploding in warmth, giving yours the butterflies inside your stomach, the palpitating feeling that you've felt the last time you have ever been in love.

It was scaring you to say the least.

Yet, you're mind was in a hazy-intoxicated state from everything that was happening. You felt your fingertips reach the velvety lapels of his blue coat, subtly bringing him down till he could reach your height.

Closer and closer his lips went to yours, your hearts stopping as you felt his intoxicating, warm lips brush against your chapped ones.

Damn, were you not ready for this.

You just hoped for the better and prayed that your breath smelt like Glade since you just came back from the bathrooms.

It was now or never.

Y/N didn't even know how she had the power to chit-chat before kissing the daylights out of him. Embarrassing it is, but it was one way to help her nervousness and excitement calm down. "I-I've been dying to do this since Matilda's filthy hands touched you," You stuttered, swallowing your nervousness away, feeling a little bold than ever. Kinda humiliating, but that's what you always do. "Show her who you actually belonged to,"

Bucky couldn't help but smile at your words, not believing if he was in a dream or not. "Doll--" You shushed him with a light, soft, innocent peck on the lips. It was so pure, making his heart swell from the cuteness of it. However, we all know he needed more than that.

So much more than that.

He dragged his fingertips towards your hip, his cold metal hand grabbing your face in utmost tenderness. Using his signature-style make-out move. You weren't like his customers, you were different because you were special. Definitely an exception.

"You're adorable," Barnes quietly muttered, his eyes turning crescent moons from how precious he smiled after whispering those words to you before pressing his soft, addicting lips with yours, your eyes fluttering close from the warmth that you deserved and your mouth softening, automatically opening to receive the affection he opted to give.

Stan who had no idea what was happening in the basement, his old, crusty ass came jogging down. Wondering where his favorite Gigolo went and from the moment he saw that familiar velvety coat towering over you, he knew what was happening.

"Y/N, God damn it. I've been going on circles! Have you seen Barnes--Oh." Stan can only keep his mouth shut. He couldn't help but grin when he saw his two favorite people locking lips in secrecy. The silver haired senile man began to quietly walk back up the stairs, leaving you both alone and undisturbed, never forgetting to lock the door as he does so while murmuring:

"Go get him, Tiger."

I plan to finish this is in 10 chapters only but I feel like this will take up to 20 chapters and I’m doomed because I’m only used to oneshots. HAHAHA! LMAO.*CRIES* 

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Ayooo, i wanna do a request 😚

May i request Hanako and Teru with a supernatural S/O who’s EXACTLY like Tsukasa?

Bonus if Hanako's part is an angst since he kind of fears his brother.

Hanako and Teru with a supernatural s/o that acts like Tsukasa❣︎ Warning: Violence and graphics, yandere like behavior, toxic relationship, kidnap, death A/n: One angst?!? THIS WHOLE THING GONNA BE ANGST!! I’m sorry if you wanted some fluff but not much of that- Heehee yeah… I like yandere stories-

The fact that he was with someone that was a supernatural

Thats a lot of trust right there

But someone like Tsukasa?!?!

Ohhhhhh this will be interesting 

When you first met him he tried to kill you

But you luckily convinced him that you should be spared 

He spared you but he had no idea what you were capable of

You took that opportunity to befriend the blond

It was more of a… forced friendship 

By that, you sat in classes with him so he had to listen to you talk

After a while he will get use to you and will trust you a bit more

You were just so cute

He found your innocence different from one of a supernaturals

He couldn’t help but like you

And sure enough, you liked him back

He had no idea how dangerous you really were

When he comes and sees that you killed something

He’s in pure shock

You laughed it off saying it was an evil apparition who wanted to hurt him

He tried to believe you

But as time when on it became harder

“Y/n…?” Teru shakly said as he entered the classroom. You turned to him with a bright smile on your face. Unlike the other times he caught you like this, he could tell that the thing you were holding was in fact a dead human body. He couldn’t deny the fact that you killed a student. 

“Oh Teru darling!” You stood up kicking the students body away like it was trash which it was to you. 

“Why…” His gaze went cold. 

“What do you mean Teru?” You stepped closer to him as you heard the sound of his katana leaving its protective case. 

“Why..!” He shouted this time. You turned to the body again and tilted your head.

“I guess I just wanted them to disappear… and that's what they did~!”

He couldn’t stand what he was hearing. The one supernatural he trusted, the one he loved, turned out to be a murderer. He felt his hand shaking as he brought his katana up to face you.

“I trusted you…” That was all he could say. That's what he felt and what he regretted. 

“Aw~ it’s okay, we still love each other after all-” 

“No! Ignore the fact you killed a student?! I’m an exorcist after all!” He glared at you, getting ready to fight. You laughed at him, sending shivers down his spine. The laugh only grew louder and more threatening until you slowly stopped with an innocent smile on your face. 

“I wasn’t asking.” Was all he heard before you appeared in front of him to attack. Luckily for him, he was able to brace for the attack but was still slammed into the wall. He stood up, brushing the dust off of him as he glared at you. 

“I should have exorcised you when I first met you” Teru said in a low voice. 

“Why didn’t you?” You teased. Teru lunged at you, electricity emerging from his katana. You could tell he was holding back so you easily dodged his attack. 

“Don’t worry Teru, it will all be okay~” Your voice echoed around the room. 

“Goodnight” Then he felt two fingers touch his forehead making everything go dark.

He was shaky when he first met you

You had the same vibes as his younger brother

It scared him

He would prefer to keep his distance but you wouldn’t let that happen

The more you spent time with him the more he started to realize he wanted to spent time with you as well

You comforted him when he felt traumatized

I guess the quality he liked about you most was your innocence 

It was relaxing to him

He started to believe that you were childish and didn’t have the same murderous intentions as his younger brother

That you wouldn’t hurt anyone

He couldn’t have been more wrong

“Yashiro-!” Hanako screamed as he entered the bathroom to see the limp girl on the floor. He rushed to her side looking at her stab wound in her chest.

“She’s not dead. Well not yet at least~” He turned around to see you, a smirk visible on your face. You sat beside him with a look totally unfazed. Your clothes had blood splatters on it, blood ran up your arm, and what looked like a bloody handprint was on your right cheek. Hanako's eyes grew wide in shock as he examined you. He wanted to wake up and silence the ringing that was piercing his ears. 

“Why..?” Hanako said, mouth agape. 

“Why?” You repeated the question with a frown “Because she was so dependent on you, always clinging onto you and it made me feel… bad. I didn’t want to feel that feeling anymore!” 

“I didn’t have any feelings for her- you can’t just take a human life y/n!!” Hanako yelled at you. You looked at him with a shocked expression. The eerie silence started to eat away Hanako causing him to start to regret his choice of yelling at you. 

“Y/n-” He started but was interrupted when you slapped him. 

“You shouldn’t talk to your lover that way.” You said in a low voice sending shivers down his spine. He put his hand on his now red left cheek as he looked at you fearfully. 

“You are like… Tsukasa… I…”He looked down as tears formed in his eyes, he could kill himself again for not recognizing the same murderous intentions twice. 

And now he’s paying a second time.

“Oh Amane…” You embraced him in a hug which he was forced to return. 

“If you killed me, it would be a blessing.” 

Hanako shuttered under you as he continued to cry. He couldn’t kill you. He couldn’t bear to lose you, Yashiro, or even his younger brother. You broke the hug and put your index finger under his chin, lifting his face up to look at you. You kissed him softly and butterflies erupted in Hanako's stomach. Voices were screaming in his head telling him to pull away but he couldn’t.

He was too weak.

Once the kiss was broken he was left a blushing, panicking mess. He wiped his lip and saw some red blood on his uniform sleeve. His eyes shot up, sadness and anger in them, as he opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted when you spoke up.

“I best be going now! See you later, kay~?” You stood up.

“No… wait-” He spoke but you were already gone. Yashiro’s body and the bloody mess was gone as well. Hanako fell to the ground, disappointed he fell for the same trick twice.

[princessanneftw]

Yeah, the title was predictable ;) I have some more ideas that I'll put to paper when I have some free time! Thanks to all for the encouragement, you are fantastic!

Fire

Tim stood near the large windows, watching the white grounds getting covered by more and more snow. He hadn’t realised she had come into the room, so Anne took the opportunity to study him freely, without the constant fear that someone may see and wonder why she was so interested in her mother’s equerry.

It was actually her father who’d introduced the two of them, a few weeks after Commander Laurence had been installed in the household. She was meeting her parents for a brief tea before going back home, and upon entering the drawing room she had been surprised upon seeing that while her mother was on the phone, her father was animatedly talking with a tall, well-built man, and apparently, enjoying the conversation very much.

“Anne! Come in. Your mother is on the phone with Aunt Margot, but they won’t be long, don’t worry. You’ll be home in time for the children’s bedtime story.”

The mysterious man turned around upon hearing her name, and Anne internally faltered. Yes, he was tall and well-built, but he was also very young, handsome, muscular, with dark hair and inquisitive eyes. She was sure he turned heads wherever he went, most of all when dressed in uniform, as he was now.

“Anne, this is your mother’s new equerry, Commander Timothy Laurence. The youngest ever to hold the post, but as you can see, he is a man of the Navy, and we are known to train only the best.”

“Sir, you’re too kind. Your Royal Highness, it is a great honour to meet you.”

He bowed deeply and gave her a slight smile, which she found easy to return.

"It’s a pleasure Commander, and welcome to the circus. I suggest you stand clear of the reptiles, they may seem asleep all the time but they are quite venomous.”

His eyes widened slightly in surprise, showing the deepest green irises, with specks of gold and hazel; for some unknown reason, Anne had the feeling that those eyes could read directly into her soul, learning her deepest secrets and darkest fears in a matters of second, and at the same time she couldn’t pull her gaze away. Before it could become embarrassing, however, her mother joined them and the equerry left after giving her one last, subtle look.

Anne didn’t know if she wanted to groan or to squeal at the prospect of meeting Timothy Laurence again. She could see that the mysterious Commander was an interesting person to be around, and to hear him praised by her father was indeed very promising, but she also had a feeling, deep in her heart, that getting closer to him could be very, very dangerous.

And she was right, he was dangerous. The more they talked, the more she grew attached to him, and without realizing it, he had become her confidant, her friend. She had never felt such a pull to anyone, not even to Mark, and that scared her much more than she was willing to admit.

Furthermore, her traitorous heart had started to beat harder whenever they were together, and she could feel it skip a beat every time Tim smiled at her. Sometimes she would go as far as to imagine his voice calling her name, laughing together, then stopping before whispering that she was the only one for him, turning to much more salacious whisperings.

The dreams were the last straw. Nearly every night, he haunted her. Sometimes with innocent visions, but much more frequently she woke up suddenly, drenched in sweat, remembering green eyes darkened with lust, lips and fingers touching her body, worshipping her, making her scream.

She was falling hard for a man who was not her husband, and right now they were alone, in the middle of a blizzard, after he’d brought her Ibuprofen for her sick child. Really, how much could a woman resist?

Clearing her throat, she entered the living room just as he was turning towards her, perhaps having sensed her presence.

“I don’t know what to say. Thank you doesn’t seem enough.”

“It’s nothing your Royal Highness, I really volunteered to come. I was going to Winchester anyway, and even though you are a very good driver, I couldn’t bear the idea of you and Miss Zara being out in this weather, Ma’am.”

“Winchester isn’t around the corner Tim, but the prospect of driving or being alone in this weather was not very enticing, so really, thank you. And by the way, you’d better get yourself comfortable, because you are not going to leave tonight, and that’s final. Now, I was about to grab a bite to eat, would you care to join me?”

They ate roast and vegetables in the kitchen, while chatting easily about the latest news from the Palace, her mother’s future engagements, her father’s latest gaffes, her horses, sailing, the traditional cruise on Britannia in August, Mark’s ongoing infidelities, his mother, the children, rugby, everything really. Sometimes they just looked at each other in silence, trying to understand what the other was thinking, and only Zara coming down for some more water made them realize that it was nearly midnight. She accepted his offer of cleaning up the kitchen and turning the lights off while she put the alarms on and got her daughter back in bed, making sure she was asleep before going to prepare the spare bedroom.

Tim had retrieved his bag from the car before dinner, and she could see sweatpants and a jersey on the chair, his choice of sleep attire she imagined. Picking them up, she was putting them on the bed when Tim’s cologne reached her nose, causing flashes of images to appear before her eyes, and all involving her divesting him of his clothes before...she gasped when she realized that she wasn’t alone anymore.

Tim was watching her from the door, looking curiously between her eyes and her hands still holding his clothes. He reached her slowly, never once losing eye contact, and Anne cleared her throat while putting the jersey back on the bed.

 “The bedroom is ready. Do you have everything you need?”

“Yes, I think so... Actually, there is something that I needed to ask you.”

He came even closer, and Anne couldn’t look at him anymore, too afraid of losing that little control she still had.

“Why are you trembling, your Royal Highness?”

She felt a hand under her chin, raising her face, and she let him, finding herself gazing into the same eyes of her dreams, full of fire, lust, desire.

“I think you know why, Commander.”

They met in the middle, their lips smashing together, tongues fighting for dominance, all the pent-up pressure of the last months coming to the surface and taking away the last bit of doubt she had. His lips were warm, a bit rough, and they tasted like freedom, like the wind, like sea breeze and sunsets. His hands were everywhere at once, in her hair, at her waist, caressing her breasts and her thighs. Anne found herself moaning before she could stop herself, and wanting to regain some control, she pushed him against the wall, taking his hands away and pinning them at his sides. Surprised, he detached their lips and she took the opportunity to explore his neck, eliciting a deep moan that had her smirk against him.

Tim suddenly flipped them, pinning her hands over her head and kissing her again. She matched the onslaught, giving as much as she received, grinding her hips against his and feeling him react to their activities. Blinded by desire, her hands travelled downwards, but before she could reach her target he stopped her, resting his forehead against hers, breathing heavily.

“You don’t know how much I want this.. How I want you to scream my name until you have no voice left. How I want to kiss every bit of your body, and believe me, one day I will, but not tonight.. You’re tired, Zara is in the other room, sick, and most of all, this is your marital home, and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable when you walk in front of this room.. If I could, I would walk away from you now, because I know my feelings aren’t fair to you or to anyone else. But I’m not so strong, and maybe I’m not a good person either, because all I want to do right now is make you mine, and it’s taking me everything not to show you how much you mean to me..”

Anne was speechless. She should feel mortified that she had forgotten about her daughter in the other room or about the ring on her finger, but she was too busy grasping what he had actually said.

“Then we are two weak, evil people Tim, because I don’t care what will happen tomorrow, or next month.. I only know that I want you so much that it scares me, because I don’t like being so out of control. When you’re near, I feel like I’m centred and lost at the same time. I gravitate towards you and yet I am completely myself.. I love you. And I don’t care if it’s wrong, I don’t care about protocol or about my family, I will burn if it means living just one perfect moment with you.”

“So the traitorous man fell in love with the ruthless woman. A match made in heaven, wouldn’t you say?”

They laughed together, calming themselves, and then decided to sleep in separate rooms, knowing that they wouldn’t be able to control themselves otherwise. After one last long kiss, Anne checked on Zara before going to bed, exhausted but incredibly happy, her last thought being that, in the end, she had been kissed on Valentine’s day.

The next morning Zara was feverish, but not as much as the previous day. Tim left after breakfast, with a searing kiss and the promise of more. In the afternoon Mark came back, and they spent a quiet Sunday waiting for Peter to get home in the evening.

Everything seemed unchanged, and yet, unbeknownst to everyone else, a dangerous liaison had been lit beneath the icy fire of a February blizzard.

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Well damn! HELLO! Heehee, my title prediction was right, but wow ok, this was very nice. I really liked how you focused on what they might’ve been thinking, knowing the risks and her confusion and unwillingness to fall for someone else, but not being able to help it. My little shipper heart is full of feels right now from you lovely writers 🥰

I can’t wait to read whatever comes next!

[yukiwrites]

The Flow of Time

Thanks for the support as always, @breeachuu! Here’s to Wolfie’s triumphant return!!.... :’D

Summary: After so many tribulations under such a short time, Wolfie finally felt like he was fitting in the Blue Lions, to the point of wanting to make a friendship jewel with Dimitri and everything. But when the Flame Emperor attacked and war broke out, Wolfram had to follow his Destiny’s Call.

Commission info HERE and HERE!

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Wolfram barely noticed how fast time passed while he was talking to Dorothea -- he had so much to talk about Caspar it felt as though he simply blinked and suddenly dusk had fallen all around the monastery.

Since he had spent quite a few hours indulging himself in tasty treats and wonderful teas (Dorothea served him two full pots! They really were having a blast in there), Wolfie didn't feel hungry enough -- or hungry at all for that matter -- to go to the Dining Hall, so he simply took a right after leaving Dorothea's room towards the stairs to the second floor. Smiling foolishly, the half-manakete went up the steps, enjoying how the walls of the corridor echoed the sound, surprisingly unbothered by being apparently all alone in the entire dormitory.

Well, since it was dinner time just about then, most of the students were gathering downstairs to share a table at the Dining Hall -- and usually Wolfram would be amongst them if only to have more company; but, for some reason, the boy's heart felt so full at the moment that he needed some time to digest all that had happened.

Never had talking about someone else made Wolfram feel that way -- he felt like he was shining like the sun while his smile was plastered on his face like a buffoon. However, the moment his eyes glanced at one of the nameplates of a room, he stopped in his tracks, widening his eyes.

It was Dimitri's room.

"Oh yeah, I wonder if I should ask him about 'that' now..." He mused, a frown burrowing his face as his thin eyes looked down to the floor. Putting one hand over his chin in deep thought, Wolfram's warm aura from his talk with Dorothea directed itself towards his first friend instead.

They had shared a wonderful friendship in such a short amount of time that Wolfram actually felt awkward to bring up the subject -- since he had always been around acquaintances and friends of the family, he never truly thought about forming such a deep bond with someone else on his own. Clutching his chest, the boy placed his head by Dimitri's nameplate, remembering the lessons his Mother and siblings had given him about the jewel-making.

Perhaps even for a human's standard, this friendship of theirs was a fast-paced one; Wolfram couldn't tell. He had always been surrounded by old friends and what not, so he couldn't say for sure how to determine the exact point where an acquaintance turned into a friend and when a friend turned into an ally close to one's heart. But the half-manakete knew one thing: he felt that way towards Dimitri.

He had been the target of Dimitri's consideration, kindness and open-mindedness so many times it made the boy's heart feel like bursting. He even witnessed the glimpse of darkness that took hold of the Prince's heart, though he kept on believing that he would keep by the light.

Wolfram was sure, however: he truly did want to craft the friendship jewel and give it to Dimitri. So, should he 'strike while the iron's hot' like some humans in Ylisse used to say, or what? There he was, standing ducks right in front of the room of the next King of Faerghus, so why not just come out with it and ask?

Yeah! That's what he was going to do, yep!

... What Wolfram didn't notice, however, was that he went through the thought process of a manakete to reach that conclusion -- meaning he didn't notice how long he had actually been standing in front of Dimitri's room. Which was a really long time, to be honest.

Most of the noble students had been wandering around the halls, stealing glances at the bold, tall boy who stood still with his head on the Prince's door like it was a normal thing to do, only when a polite, deep voice brought him back from his thoughts, right when he had come into a conclusion.

"Wolfram? Is something the matter? Do forgive me for not arriving sooner, have you been waiting long?" Dimitri walked at hurried steps towards his own room, his gaze meeting Wolfram's, making the half-manakete jump out of his own skin.

"Di-Dimitri!" Wolfram stuttered, gulping as he suddenly felt very nervous. There was heat rising on his cheeks, since he didn't know how to actually convey what he wanted to without sounding like he had lost his mind. "I, um, I-"

Catching on quickly, Dimitri glanced at their bustling surroundings before placing one hand on Wolfie's back while the other turned the handle of his door. "Is it something you'd rather say in private? Come, no one shall hear us in my room," he whispered, guiding the tall boy in before closing the door behind them. "Did something happen? You're sweating -- have you eaten properly? I - ah, we were sharing a meal with the Professor at the Dining Hall and we didn't see you there..."

"Oh no, I'm not hungry at all, thank you! I'm, um, I actually wanted to ask something, but now that I'm here, I don't know how to say it, nyahaha..." Wolfram scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, looking down at his feet.

"Of course, you can ask me anything. If it's within my power, I'm willing to help." Dimitri guided Wolfie to sit by the secretary while Dimitri himself pulled a stool to sit on, holding Wolfie's hand on his own. "What has happened, friend?"

"Friend..." Wolfram gulped, brushing his thumbs over the Prince's hands, squeezing it softly as he took a short breath. "What I want to ask is actually related to that," he glanced at Dimitri's clear blue eyes once before looking back to sustain the gaze. "It's, ah, somewhat of a custom back home-- and I mean in my family and the manaketes in general -- to craft something called a 'friendship jewel' out of own scales and a few strands of hair..."

"Huh..." Dimitri nodded as if he understood, though confusion was apparent in his eyes, which made Wolfie's smile grow.

"So I was kinda wondering if you could give me a few strands of your hair? T-that way I could make us a pair of friendship jewels..." his voice died down as he spoke, heat once again rising to his cheeks.

"Oh!" Dimitri also blushed slightly, somewhat delighted and embarrassed to be held in such high regard by someone other than his deceased family. "Of course, Wolfram. How much should I give you?" He gripped at his scalp, meaning to pull a handful of hair from the root, not realizing that would make a really large bald spot on his golden locks.

"W-wai-wait, don't pull that much!" Wolfie held Dimitri's hand back, picking a thin lock on the side of his head instead. "Just this much is fine... Don't get bald on my account, please!" He giggled heartily, stealing a chuckle from the Prince.

"Ahah, very well, then." Dimitri nodded as he pulled the lock of hair out, placing it in Wolfram's hand. "I shall look forward to seeing how this wonderful jewel will look like, then, Wolfram. I do thank you for thinking of me with such fondness -- are you also making one for Caspar? I figure I'm not the first one you propose this to, since the two of you get along so well."

Blinking, Wolfie stopped midway to placing Dimitri's hair into his chest pocket. "Uh, no, I didn't do one for him, actually. This is my very first time doing this, so I obviously thought of you."

"Oh," Dimitri tried to conceal a smile by lowering his head, but his red ears gave his elation away. "Truly? That's- I do not know how to react to this, truthfully."

"Heehee," Wolfie placed the hair safely into his pocket, then took Dimitri's hands again. "You're really special to me, Dimitri; that's why you're getting this friendship jewel. I mean, Caspar is special to me too, but it's a bit different?" he tilted his head to the side in slight confusion, "I don't know how to explain it, but the kinds of like I feel for you and for him aaaare different, I think? I feel it that way, but..."

Chuckling, it was Dimitri's turn to squeeze Wolfie's hands slightly. "I am sure you will be able to figure it out, Wolfram. As I said before, I will be looking forward to the jewel -- perhaps you could tell me how it will be made later?"

"Oh, for sure! I still gotta wait for the right time, so I kinda wanna prepare first before saying anything; but thanks for the hair, I'll treasure it!"

"Anytime, my friend. If you need more, there are a lot from where that one came from, ahah!" He scratched the spot he had pulled the lock from, which was a bit itchy from being forcefully ripped.

Laughing, Wolfie nudged his friend's shoulder, feeling all warm all over again.

Wolfram had to keep close watch on the moon to check for its cycles since there was little information about the precise dates for when a full moon would occur -- which meant that although he could simply check it when the moon rose in the sky, he chose to stay up 'til later to check the positions of the moon and also stretched his wings more often in search of a good place with lots of moonlight for the crafting.

After one such night of staying up late, before he even sneaked out of Caspar's room, a hurried knock on the door made Wolfram gulp a soundless scream as he ran to open it, not wanting to wake up his snoring friend.

"Y-yes? Ah, Cyril, hello there." He whispered, crouching to be able to stay on the boy's point of view. "It's really late, why are you here?"

"Lady Rhea said she wants to talk to you, so I'm here to take you to her."

Wolfram froze in place.

"Lady-"

"Lady Rhea."

"She wants to-"

"Talk to you, yes, yes. Can we go now? I need to wake up early tomorrow so I'd 'preciate if you could come quickly."

"O-oh, um," his heart thumping inside his chest, Wolfie glanced back at the sleeping Caspar before pressing his lips into a thin line, clutching his locket with all he had. "L-let me just change out of my pajamas, real quick." He apologized with his hands, closing the door after Cyril replied with a sleepy 'okay'.

"Oh my Naga, oh my Naga, Naga!" Wolfram muttered under his shaky breath, walking around in circles as he held his head between his hands. "She- she did say she would want to talk to me later, but what- why now? D-did anyone see me while I flew around this week? I've been careless once when Dimitri found me out, but ever since then I've been doing so well!" He took deep breaths so as not to freak out, not noticing how he was actually changing out of his clothes.

Caspar let out a loud snore, then muttered something intelligible and turned on his side as he scratched his belly -- action of which made Wolfram turn white as a sheet of paper and hold his breath in surprise. After a few seconds too long, when his face was starting to get purple from lack of oxygen, Wolfram gasped for breath when Caspar went back to snoring loudly.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay... I just gotta go, right? I just- I gotta..." He whimpered, making sure to wear his father's pocket watch, right beside the locket into which he kept his dragonstone. He was still so terrified of Rhea.

So, so, terrified.

She was a dragon whose power was always just barely in control that he was scared that she might just go berserk and destroy everything around her. Wolfram remembered well of the stories of how Tiki -- the only known manakete to be older than his mother Nidra -- had to be sealed for centuries because her power was so strong she could destroy the world if she lost control of it.

What if Rhea was the same? She did seem to be pretty old -- he meant that in the best way possible -- for a manakete- er, a Child of the Goddess as they were called in Fódlan, so what if after so many years she started to lose control of her power? What if their dragonstones were corrupted? What if, what if-

"Hey, are you done there? You said you'd come quickly." Cyril knocked on the door again, making Wolfram jump one meter off the ground in surprise, quickly putting on his boots to leave the room.

"S-sorry, I couldn't find my socks." He adjusted the bandana on his head, biting his lower lip when the young boy simply shrugged and guided the half-manakete out of the dorms.

They walked towards the main building of the monastery, then up the stairs towards Rhea's office -- towards the presence Wolfram had been running away from ever since the first time he came in contact with it.

"Alright, she's in there, so go on and be respectful to her, you hear me?" The young boy poked on Wolfram's belly with a precision fit for an assassin, reaching right on his solar plexus, making Wolfram bend down in surprise. "I'm going to bed now."

"O-huff... Okay- thanks for bringing me all the way here, Cyril!" Wolfram said as he caught his breath, waving to the disappearing young boy as he went down the same stairs they had just used. "Okay, Wolfie, you got this. You got-" he started trembling. "You don't got this," he whined, clutching locket and watch alike as he slowly, ever so slowly made his way to Rhea's office.

The door was ajar, so he simply had to put a hand over it for it to creak open, though Rhea's eyes were focused on a pile of documents to see him entering.

"Um-"

"Make yourself comfortable, child." She said in a calm voice, gesturing vaguely to the two chairs in front of her desk. "I will be done in a second."

"O-okay," Wolfram could barely hear his own voice under his ever growing anxiety, the power Rhea leaked even while she was doing paperwork enough to make the boy dizzy. His back was already drenched in sweat, as were his hands -- which he kept drying constantly over his pants.

A few minutes passed inside the silent room -- the only sound being Rhea's continuous scribbles over the documents. After another couple of moments passed, Wolfram exhaled slowly, not wanting the sound of his breath to be the thing that made her pay attention to him rather than her work.

"How do you see me, child?" She asked as she signed one of the last papers.

"UWAH?!" Wolfram jumped on his seat, holding his chest in surprise with the suddenness of Rhea's explosive voice. She spoke barely over a whisper, honestly, but the power leaking out of her mouth as well as the large presence of her beast right there, towering behind her, made the experience seem a thousand times scarier to the half-manakete. "S-sorry, um, I don't understand the question...?" he cleared his throat, finding that he was having trouble breathing.

Rhea placed the quill back on its spot, closing the inkpot before placing her clear green eyes on Wolfram, making the boy freeze on the spot. "To me, you feel like a kit," she placed her chin over her intertwined fingers. "A young, weak child with such a faint Presence," she stressed the word in such a way that only those of the Blood would understand, "that you feel like the others."

She let that sink in for a moment, never taking her eyes off of Wolfie's, noticing how much he trembled under her power.

"But you are not, are you? You can also feel us just as we can feel you."

Wolfram knew it! He knew she felt him too! But then, why did she keep quiet all that time? Why did she tolerate it? What was going to happen to him now? He could barely move from his chair, let alone open his mouth to speak.

"Ah, um- I-"

To speak anything coherent, that is.

"That means you can also feel how special Byleth is, can you not?" The moment Rhea mentioned Byleth's name, a vast darkness seemed to appear inside her clear eyes, as though encroaching her in something... mad. "She is the key, young one. Finally, finally the key to the salvation of our kind is so close -- just within my reach." She extended her hand to nowhere in particular, though still in Wolfie's direction, and clutched it as though he had caught something she would never let go of again.

Wolfram's body started shaking even more, his heart beating so fast his vision started to blur. He started seeing everything going dark, nauseous under the barely contained madness of the large, growling beast of Rhea's, right behind her.

As if she hadn't noticed or didn't care about Wolfram's situation, Rhea brought her hand back to where it was, intertwining her fingers again so she could place her chin over them. "I know not how you have managed to hide yourself after all this time -- or perhaps your family managed to mingle with the others so much it has weakened your blood, but it matters not, child. What matters is that you and your class will bear witness to the miracle that will change the course of our lives -- of our people's and the others we have taught over the eras."

Feeling cold sweat contrasting with how fast his heart was beating, Wolfram felt himself lift his finger as though wanting to ask a question in the middle of class, his mind swirling around in a way that made him want to throw up. "I- I don't understand... Lady Rhea-" he huffed, blinking so slowly he didn't know how long had passed since he had last done so.

Rhea slowly got up of her chair, circling the desk so as to place one hand over Wolfram's cheek. "Shhh, fret not, child. You will soon understand." She said in a low voice, her smile growing so large Wolfram thought he saw it actually reaching both ends of her face in a display of mad joy before consciousness evaded him completely.

Rhea patted the boy's head as she watched his eyes roll back in nausea, finally passing out.

Wolfram slept a dreamless sleep, waking up with a startle. "Wah!" He huffed, sitting up with a jump, his eyes as wide as they could get.

"What th- you scared me half to death, man!" Cyril threw the clothes he had been folding overhead in his surprise. "What IS up with you? I just finished folding these, sheesh..." the boy complained, getting up from his bed to pick up the scattered clothes.

"H-huh? Cyril?" Wolfram carefully checked his bandana -- sighing in relief when he noticed he still had it over his ears -- before looking around the small room.

He was sitting on the couch with a blanket over him while the young boy had been sitting on the bed, folding what seemed to be a mountain of clothes.

"Whoa, you did this all by yourself? That's amazing-"

The young boy shrugged. "Not really; it's the usual stuff. Anyway, are you feeling alright? It's the middle of the day by now, so I was getting worried you wouldn't get up anymore."

"MIDDL-" Wolfram widened his eyes, jumping out of the sofa. "Middle of the day?! Oh my Naga, what? How did I end up here in the first place? I just remember being- being... Oh..." he flopped back on the couch, deflating as the terrifying memories of the previous night held him by the neck.

"I dunno what happened, but a little while after I left you there, Lady Rhea walked in carrying you in her arms and telling me to let you stay over for the night. Were you really SO sleepy you had to fall asleep on Lady Rhea? 'Cause if so, that was really rude, you know. But if you were actually feeling bad then I'm sorry for saying mean stuff."

"No, I- um, thank you for worrying about me, Cyril, I think? Um, I'm feeling fine now so I'll be going..." he said so, but he didn't move to get up, his gaze lingering on the young boy. "Say, Cyril, you're pretty protective over Lady Rhea, right? Is she special to you?"

"Well, she saved me when no one else would, so I kind of owe my life to her. So yeah, she's special to me and I'll protect her until I can repay the debt -- by dying for her." The young lips said heavy words as though they were morning greetings, without even taking his eyes off of the clothes he was folding.

Wolfram reached for his chest to grasp at the locket and watch, carefully squeezing them in his hold. "Aren't you, um, scared of her sometimes?"

"Scared? Nah." Cyril raised his gaze to the ceiling in thought. "She takes a lot of hard decisions for the sake of the people and for them to follow the goddess' teachings, so I don't think she's scary, no. She's resolute, firm and kind."

Wolfram could see the sparkle in the young boy's eyes, wondering if he'd ever be able to see the woman who housed such a massive beast inside her the same way Cyril did. "I see... Thanks for answering, Cyril. And for letting me stay over, too. I hope I didn't make any weird noises."

"Eh, it's cool. You're a real quiet sleeper, did you know? I couldn't even hear you breathing sometimes."

"Heehee, really? I wonder why," Wolfram scratched his temple with a soft smile, his head still wrapped around what had happened to properly convey a convincing expression.

Rhea was the scariest person Wolfram had ever met in his life -- even though she was somewhat of the same species as him, she made him feel the heebie jeebies just by her presence alone, so he always made sure to avoid her.

And yet, although she was terrifying, she carried a boy almost an entire foot taller than her down the stairs towards a safe place so he could sleep peacefully. She also saved countless children and delivered judgement to the wicked in accordance to what their goddess had taught them.

Was she a terrible or a good person? Wolfram couldn't tell.

But after that night, even if his impression of her changed, he still would rather stay away from her... at least until she regained proper control.

Once Wolfram came back to the dorms, he was received by all sorts of worried classmates -- especially his roommate Caspar, who jumped on him to lock him in a shoulder lock and dishevel his hair for making him worry so much.

Under laughter, Wolfram apologized to his classmates, slowly recovering the warmth he felt he had left the moment he entered Rhea's office.

Soon it would be time for the month's mission -- for the time Rhea had said that they would witness the miracle of the era.

It was with such thoughts that Wolfram followed the Blue Lions closely once the day came for them to go down to the Holy Tomb. Rhea led the way with a serene-looking smile, but Wolfram felt the shadow of her dragon swaying around as though about to break away from its leash, which made him lock arms with both Dimitri and Caspar as they marched right behind Byleth.

"You alright, buddy? You're really scaredy for someone of your size, right?" Caspar snorted loudly, the sound echoing in the eerie-looking walls that glowed without any apparent trigger.

"Ha-haha," Wolfram shivered, feeling the Old Energy oozing out of the stone -- it felt much stronger and somehow more right than the one back at the abandoned shrine Solon trapped Byleth in last month. He gripped on both Dimitri's and Caspar's hands, alternating his gaze from Byleth to Rhea, not knowing who to watch.

Ultimately he decided to look at Byleth, since she was his mission, but that proved to be harder and harder as they advanced towards a stone throne etched on the wall -- because Rhea's presence seemed to engulf the entire underground, caressing all of their cheeks in a cold and controlling way.

"Go on, Professor. Sit upon the throne to receive the goddess' message! You recognize it, do you not?"

Byleth was silent as she gazed upon the throne, nodding a "I do," before going up the stairs under the gazes of the students.

Rhea clasped her hands together in anticipation, widening her eyes more and more the closer Byleth got to the throne, a large smile covering the Archbishop's face once the Professor sat on the old stone.

One moment passed.

Another breath shook.

Three heads looked around.

It was then that Wolfram felt something with his heightened senses. "What...?" He whispered more to himself than to the Prince whose hand he still held as he looked around with a growing suspicion. "It feels like... there's someone else here other than us..."

Dimitri's brow quivered as he tilted his body to Wolfie. "Is that true, Wolfram? I do not feel anything out of the ordinary..."

"Hmm," the half manakete narrowed his eyes, looking around at the faraway walls, "I can't quite pinpoint it, but I think we should... get ready for something." He let go of Dimitri's hand to reach out for the tome he always carried with him, gripping harder on Caspar's hold.

"What, what's going on?" The shorter boy asked in a normal voice, looking around since he was bored of watching Lady Rhea say that something was wrong while Byleth was just sitting up there doing nothing.

"I think it's-"

"Halt! Who goes there?!" Dimitri jumped to the rear of the group, yelling to a place that was seemingly empty.

Then, as though reality distorted itself, the concealing magic worn off, revealing dozens of Imperial Soldiers circling around the Holy Tomb.

And at their center, there lay the Flame Emperor.

"At long last- you reveal yourself, fiend!" Dimitri roared, unsheathing his sword. "I shall have my revenge!"

Rhea and Byleth started barking orders for the students, making them take strategic places around the sarcophagi to protect the ancient Crests Stones from being looted by the enemies.

His heightened senses screaming, Wolfram felt a rush of adrenaline flow around his body, allowing him to carry out Byleth's commands faster and with more precision. The moment the enemies were almost routed, Byleth took Dimitri's side to strike at the Flame Emperor from afar with her long-reaching blade.

The moment his mask fell, however...

Wolfram felt a chill go up in his back, widening his eyes to the point of actually showing them open. "Edelg-" he choked as the imperial princess' white locks flew from inside the Flame Emperor's helmet.

Dimitri's shoulders trembled slightly as his head hung down in shock -- or so it seemed. A faint laughter started to rise from the Prince's throat, evolving into a mad cackle. "IS THIS SOME KIND OF TWISTED JOKE?" He roared, running ahead like a mindless animal, trampling over the fresh bodies he made with his bare hands. "I am going to take your head from your shoulders and HANG IT FROM THE GATES OF ENBARR!" He threw his weapon with so much strength towards Edelgard that the column it landed it exploded in fine dust.

The moment he was about to grab the princess from her neck, however, Hubert appeared behind her, teleporting her out of his mad reach.

Panting, Dimitri looked at the empty space Edelgard had left, his eyes shaking as his body. "Hahh... hahh... AAAAAGH!" He yelled atop of his lungs, the sound echoing a thousand fold in the old halls, sending shivers down Wolfie's spine.

"Dimitri...!" The half-manakete choked a sob. "Don't lose...!" He whispered under his teeth.

As Byleth escorted the students after Dimitri hurried left ahead (followed by Dedue), Wolfram gripped at the Professor's coat like a lost child.

"Byleth, I- um, Professor-"

"You can call me whatever you want, Wolfram," Byleth patted the boy's arm, her face somber.

"Okay, thanks, Byleth. But- what did all of that mean? What's gonna happen?"

Byleth looked ahead, pressing her lips into a line. "It's war."

Honestly, Wolfram had such a high of adrenaline, everything happened so fast and so slow at the same time it made him dizzy. He could barely remember how he and Caspar got back to their room so quickly.

"Oh man, oh man," Caspar scratched the back of his head. "I'm screwed, this is messed up! How could Edelgard just do that, man." he grumbled, sat down and immediately got up. "But I just hope that, dammit, I hope I don't gotta face my dad in battle..."

"Oh... Oh, yeah, I didn't really think of that, but you're not uh, going home to fight your country's war?"

"No way in hell, man! I'm staying here and fighting with everyone. I was born in the Empire, sure, but it's not like I gotta die there, you know. I wanna fight for what I believe in."

Wolfram let out the breath he didn't know he was holding, approaching his short friend and covering him with a hug.

"Wha-hey, what was that for?" Caspar patted Wolfie's back. "You getting scared again? Don't worry, I got your back." He smiled proudly, resting his head on Wolfie's chest.

"Mhm, I'm a bit scared, yeah, but I thought you'd need the hug more than me... you were just saying you were screwed."

"MAN YOU REMINDED ME OF IT, dammit... Dad's a monster on the battlefield, Wolf, you wouldn't believe it. I hope he's not on the front lines... man I'd rather fight three demonic beasts all at once!"

Wolfram giggled, amazed that he could do so under such circumstances -- the turmoil that Naga had predicted was unfolding right before his eyes, after all. There was so much to think about, but, in the end, he would only do one thing, and one thing only.

He would stay by Byleth's side until the end.

The preparations for the battle were hasty, especially because the Imperial Army had a head start and would arrive much sooner than the Monastery could get ready for it. Some students hurriedly packed and left while others helped with the evacuation of the citizens... but soon battle was upon them.

Wolfie barely had time to speak with Dimitri, finding that the Prince was avoiding any and all contact, his eyes tainted in a dark glow as the pain of the past took over his entire demeanor. The half-manakete watched the full moon come and go, sad that he wouldn't be able to make the jewel for Dimitri as soon as he thought he would.

But once this was all over, he would. Surely he would be able to make it and convey his feelings to his troubled friend.

Surely.

...

... Yet, it was hard to maintain such train of thought during the rages of battle; under a thick layer of falling ash and the nauseating scent of burning flesh and woods; between magical explosions and roars of demonic beasts; amidst the screams of the townspeople who still couldn't mobilize themselves; under his classmates' sweat and blood as each and all of them took turns to protect one another...

Amidst it all, Wolfram started to feel the flow of battle change -- as did something in the Presences around him.

Rhea distanced herself, a loud, deafening roar the prelude to the largest dragon Wolfram had ever seen in his life (he never visited Plegia to see the bones of Grima, though). She spoke in a deep and far-reaching voice, telling the people to flee while she took care of the enemy's reinforcements.

Suddenly, the madness Wolfram had always felt coming from her felt more controlled than ever -- as though putting her life at risk for someone else was the trigger to make her feel humane again. However, the half-manakete had barely any time to dwell in such thoughts, even during the fierce battle he was fighting atop Aquilo.

He saw Byleth look over to the students, then to the dragon.

Their eyes met and he knew it.

He knew she was going to help Rhea.

"Byleth-" He reached out, so far from the Professor his voice wouldn't be heard no matter how loud he screamed. "Don't- Byleth, don't!" He warned, whipping Aquilo's reins. "Come on, boy, don't lose sight of her!"

Aquilo did its best to pick up the pace as he avoided the flaming turrets, columns of smoke and stray arrows, Wolfie's eyes entirely focused on the Professor.

The ground shook and the already too-loud battlefield was covered in a deafening roar.

One, two, five, ten- dozens of demonic beasts started to raze the ground, trampling on foes and allies alike as they all locked on their target -- the Immaculate One.

"Watch out!" Byleth whipped her Sword of the Creator on one beast's eyes, making it let go of Rhea, who was soon overrun by beasts. "I'm coming, Rhea, don't give up!"

"Why have you-" Rhea tried to ask under the pressure of over twenty beasts, widening her eyes when she felt someone charging magic towards them. "EVADE IT-"

"What-" Byleth turned around just in time to dodge the blow, but the ground started to give out.

"Byleth!!!" Wolfram roared, whipping Aquilo's reins. "Go on boy, faster, fast- NO!!" He reached out once he saw the rock crumbling under Byleth's feet. "No, no, NO!" He jumped out of Aquilo's back, pulling out his own wings so he could cut through the wind towards the Professor. "BYLETH!"

"Wolfram-" The Professor widened her eyes as she fell, seeing the foreign horns, wings and tail rip the boy's uniform up. "WOLFRAM!" She reached out her hand, her entire body curling itself up in anticipation for the painful landing.

"I won't let you fall, I won't, I won't! C'mon wings, faster, faster!" Wolfie gasped for breath, diving into the cliff with a speed he never thought he'd be able to reach, feeling his veins pop up under his struggle. "Byleth!!" He reached out to her, brushing his fingers on hers. "I got you!" He smiled, though Byleth's wide eyes made him look back a second too late -- the ground up there gave up and many rocks fell upon them by the hundreds.

The boy was hit on the back, shoulders, head, legs and wings, but he never stopped reaching out for Byleth, burning tears flowing up as he did his best to go down to her.

Once their hands finally touched, Wolfram hugged Byleth and twirled himself to cushion her fall -- but then, darkness.

He didn't even had had the time to confirm if he managed to save her before consciousness ebbed away from him through his wounds.

I stayed by her, Naga... The Heart of Immortals. He remembered thinking before it all went dark, fading away into the flow of time.