#yeah i was thinking about this while i was working on the wolf and owl fic

[xyxofspades]

LAURCINDA ENJOYERRRR

i haven’t thought about laurcinda in ages…but they have honestly so much chemistry. specifically in mcd ofc. like the whole witch/sk double whammy combo?! also their sassy personalities?!!!!!!

YEAHHHH THEY JUST HAVE SUCH A DYNAMIC I CANT EXPLAIN IT

When Aph was out fumbling around the wolf tribe in her owl disguise he and Lucinda started talking across the jail cells. She’s one of the only women he’s ever met who could meet his banter and then exceed at it. What a woman. He’s never really had it thrown back in his face with such vigor and honestly? He’s here for it. It’s fun.

They both think they’ll more than likely never see each other again after they leave but later back in Phoenix Drop- what the hell is that rumbling and oh my god there’s a big tower here now what the hell? Lucinda????

Garroth goes to give her a stern talking to about doing…. Whatever it is she did but Laurence somehow convinces him to let him go talk to her instead. Laurence gives her a stern talking to of his own but the conversation naturally ends up into the two of them bantering again. (“You can’t park here.” “Park my tower?” “Yeah, you can’t park your tower here.” “So where can I park my… tower?”)

They hang out a lot after work. Either at the tavern or at the town square, sometimes the docks.

Laurence asks her about her magic one day while she has him helping her in her lab (which is really just him handing her stuff off the shelves). She replies with “What, no magic of your own?” fully able to feel Shad’s influence in his veins.

“Well it’s not mine.”

“Who’s to say?”

“What?”

“It was given to you. Who said it’s not yours now?”

That’s all they say for now, the rest of the evening spent in comfortable silence. They do talk about it again in more depth at a later date. Probably over drinks.

Lucinda tells him about the family that disowned her and how they rekindled their bond. Laurence tells her about the family he lost. Lucinda tells him about her past engagement. They both crack insane jokes at Zane’s expense now, not in Garroth’s presence, of course.

Oh also

Lucinda, left. Laurence, right

[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 27]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.2K

Warning(s): Reader skips meals because she's stressed

You entered the recording studio, turning on the lights and air conditioning. There was no one else around. You were excited, unable to sleep so you decided to come in early to set up. Mingi wasn't able to spend the night with you but he did message you his concerns about you not sleeping.

"Indigo? You're here early." Maddox poked his head in, his eyes wide as you set up your computer.

"So are you."

"That's assuming I just came to the studio." He yawned. That's when it clicked, Maddox hadn't gone home yet. The two of you burst out laughing in realisation.

"Are you that excited to record?" Maddox raised a judgemental eyebrow at you.

"So what if I am?" You scoffed, crossing your arms. He snickered, holding his hands up defensively, he didn't mean any offense.

"Ah, just go home already! Sleep! If Eden catches you, he's going to nag at you again." You waved him off.

"Yes, ma'am. Have fun with the sesh later." He saluted lazily and closed the door to take his leave. You guessed being night owls was just a habit of producers.

'Morning, baby. I hope you were able to get a but of sleep since we'll be working the whole day. I just woke up. It's quite early... Hongjoong hyung asked if you would like our manager to swing by and pick you on the way to the studio. - Mings'

'Uhhh, well... About that... *Photo attachment* - Indigo'

RINGGGGG

"Mingi said you're at the studio already?! Do you have any idea how early it is, Indi?"

"Yeah, I guess I was a little excited and couldn't sleep so I decided to come in early." You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck, even if Hongjoong couldn't see you.

"Wow... Seriously... We should put a time lock at the KQ entrance, 'No Indigo is permitted to enter from 11pm to 9am."

"Sure, I'll agree to those rules when they do the same for you. Have a 'no Hongjoong from this time to this time'." You retorted. Hongjoong kept quiet, knowing you were right that he works late just like you. All the producers at some point would stay late or even work through the night. It was part of the job.

"She got you there, hyung."

"What are you even doing here?! Eavesdropping on my phone call? Get out!"

"You're so mean to the younger ones, Joong. Anyway, now that you guys know I'm here, you can hurry up and get your butts here to start the recording session." You said.

"Yeah, right. Yunho's still in bed. At this point, I just hope we're not late- Wooyoung! Get out of the bathroom and let Jongho wash up!"

"Seems like you got your hands full. I'll see you later, Joong." You chuckled, pulling the phone away from your ear when he was yelling at the members.

"Yes, get something to eat in the mean ti- San ah! Please go comb your hair!"

You hung up with a laugh as Hongjoong was yelling another member. Even in the morning, it was so chaotic at the dorm. You put your headphones on as you leaned back in the chair, listening to some music while you drank your coffee.

"Indigo, you're here already? And I thought I was early." Eden said, standing there in surprise. You removed your headphones and stood up, bowing your head.

"I think I was a little too excited about today." You chuckled in embarrassment.

"It's okay. Being excited is good, especially since this is the first time you're doing this." He laughed, sitting down beside you.

"I'll just be here to guide and give advice if you need it. You're the boss today. Also, I'll need to leave before lunch to work with Xikers' producers for their concert." Eden informed.

"Sure thing. Looking forward to working together today." You giggled and sat down.

After setting up and making sure the equipment was all working, the Ateez members came in. They all bowed, greeting you and Eden, some even coming up to hug the two of you. You giggled as Wooyoung clung to you tiredly while you rubbed his back comfortingly until Yunho pulled him back.

"Okay, I'm just here to help and guide Indigo since it's her first time recording with all of you. But she's the boss today, so be good and listen to her instructions." Eden said.

"Yes, hyung!" The 8 replied. Eden sat down, gesturing you to start with an encouraging smile.

"Thanks for coming in today. We'll do solo parts then group parts. Let's work hard today and have a successful session." You did a full bow them.

"Cute." Seonghwa chuckled with a smile.

"So before we start, let's listen to the track first." You said. Some pulled out their phones and some had paper to refer to their lyrics.

"Wait, here. We know you probably didn't eat anything." San said, placing a small ziploc on the table. There was a sandwich inside with some ham, egg and vegetables.

"Thank you." You softened. This just showed how much the boys knew you and your unhealthy habits. Eden looked at you with raised eyebrows, making you shrink back. Eden was also always making sure the producers were not skipping their meals and sleep.

"M-Maddox stayed the night to produce!" You blurted out. You mentally apologised to Maddox for exposing him but you needed to take the heat off you.

"I'll be speaking to you and Maddox soon." Eden clicked his tongue with a shake of his head.

"Let's get back to this. We have much to do!" You turned back to the monitor. You played the track with the guiding vocals.

Everyone had a serious, focused look on their face as they listening and vibed to the track in their own way. You opened your iPad to refer to the annotation notes that you had.

"Okay, so who is going first?" You turned to the Ateez boys.

"Even if I don't volunteer to go first, the kids will ask me to go first anyway." Hongjoong sighed.

"That's our captain! Good job. Anyway once you're done, you'll be sitting here with me and Eden." You patted his back, making him shoot you a glare. The others snickered but nodded in agreement. Hongjoong sighed and walked into the recording booth. He put the headphones on, opening his notebook.

"Testing. Joong, can you hear me?" You spoke into the microphone. He gave a thumbs up, adjusting the volume on the panel in front of him and the height of the microphone.

"Let's start with the introduction." You said. Hongjoong nodded and you began playing the section of the track for him.

"Sorry, I'll do it again." Hongjoong stopped rapping and spoke into the microphone, having stumbled over his words slightly. He had two lines in the introduction.

"Captain ah~ What are you doing?" Wooyoung spoke into your mic, snickering.

"Yah! Jung Wooyoung! Don't make me smack you!" The leader threatened. You all watched him do some mouth exercises.

"Ready." He said.

"Let's go." You replied and played the same section for him. When he was done, you paused the track and played it back for everyone to listen. You increased the volume to listen to it more intently.

"Eden?" Before offering your comments, you turned to the senior. Hongjoong waited patiently for the comments.

"Instead of 'yeah!' being a one note shout, can we try doing 'yeahhh'? So drag it out a little more and up." Eden suggested. You and Hongjoong nodded, him using his pen to make note of it on his lyric sheet, before trying it out.

"It's better." You said after listening to the second round of playback. Everyone else nodded in agreement.

"Okay, moving to the rap section." You instructed. You played Hongjoong's section of the rap portion and he began rapping out the lyrics that he wrote.

"Woo! Woo! Go captain!" The others jumped up and began dancing around, hyping Hongjoong up.

"Kids, you're going to distract him." Seonghwa settled them down.

"Playback." You announced and everyone obediently quietened down, sitting back in their seats so you and Hongjoong could monitor the rap he just recorded.

"Eden?" You turned to him again.

"Indigo ah. This is your recording. Go with your instinct and perspective, share your opinion freely. Don't rely on me." Eden advised. You nodded, knowing that Eden didn't mean that in a rude way. He wanted you to learn how to do this on your own and to be independent with it.

"Okay... You're rushing through the second bar. Let's go again." You said. Hongjoong nodded and got ready to go again. You felt awkward giving such critiques.

"Indigo ah. Don't worry about hurting our feelings and all that, okay? Just speak your mind." Yeosang comforted.

"Yes, we're tougher than you think. So don't feel bad." Mingi added.

You continued the recording with Hongjoong. He didn't need to record too many times, the two of you mainly shared the same view points so it was quick to earn a satisfactory recording from him.

"Next victim." Hongjoong said before putting the headphones back onto the holder to exit the recording booth.

"Rock, paper, scissors?" The vocalists gathered to play.

"Argh!" Wooyoung crumbled as he lost. He walked into the recording booth while Hongjoong sat at the table with you and Eden. From the look on Hongjoong's face, you knew that he was out for revenge against Wooyoung.

"Don't let him bully me, Indigo!" Wooyoung said as he got the set up ready for his recording. You just laughed as Hongjoong snatched the microphone from you.

"You're going to pay, Jung Wooyoung." Hongjoong said. You smacked his arm, making him glare at you.

"Let's start with the hook." You took the microphone back.

The subsequent members went through the same process. Eden left halfway for his other meeting as you all took a break for lunch. Ateez managers' bought ox bone soup for everyone.

"Thank you." You received your box of food, which had the soup, rice and some side dishes.

"Eat well. You need as much energy as you can get." The manager smiled.

"I will." You bowed and put your food down at the table where the other members were sat. You went to your studio to get your phone charger and seat cushion.

"Hi there." Someone hugged you. You turned around to smile up at Mingi. He swept the hair away from your face while you tip toed to kiss his cheek, wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him. You practically melted into his touch, cheek pressing against his chest. Mingi repeatedly kissed your head.

"My hard working baby."

"Only half the day is gone, we still got more people to get through, including you. Is it normal to already feel tired?" You chuckled.

"Don't feel like you need to rush or push yourself. We can always come back another day to continue, it has happened multiple times before." Mingi assured.

"It's been going well though. Everyone's a hard worker. I don't want to break the flow." You said.

"Still... I don't want you falling ill." Mingi was uncertain.

"We should head back before they suspect that we're gone for too long." You told him. As much as you didn't want to leave Mingi's embrace, you had to. You didn't want to expose things today.

"Yeah, I told them I was going to the washroom. I'll help you carry that." Mingi held your seat cushion for you.

"Thanks, Mings." You walked beside him back to where the others were.

"Come and eat before the soup gets cold." Jongho waved the two of you over. You sat down between Seonghwa and Hongjoong while Mingi took his usual seat beside Yunho. You all had shared some light conversations while you ate.

"Tha'ts it. I'm full, I can't eat anymore." You pushed your food in. Seonghwa looked through your leftovers, frowning slightly at how much food you had left.

"You should eat more." He said.

"I think after this is over, I'll have my appetite back. I just don't have the appetite right now." You sighed.

"It's okay." Seonghwa reached up to pat your head, not wanting to chastise you when you were obviously stressed now. Yunho handed you a jelly drink.

"Have this instead." He smiled. You smiled gratefully and started having the jelly instead. You leaned your head against Hongjoong.

"Don't stress." Hongjoong said as he chewed.

"Wah, you're seriously terrible at comforting people, hyung." San scoffed at Hongjoong, making the whole table laugh. Across the table, Mingi couldn't help the worry he was feeling for you. Yunho, having noticed Mingi's expression, cleared his throat and hit his best friend's thigh under the table.

"Those who are done, clear up and let's continue." Hongjoong commanded. Seonghwa, who helped you finish your food, brought your containers to the bin along with his own.

"Ugh." You groaned, head rolling against Hongjoong's back. He laughed at how you were acting, like a little sister trying to annoy her big brother.

"What's wrong?"

"How do you think it's been going so far? Am I too critical or acting like a perfectionist?" You asked.

"Not at all, Indi. You're doing very well despite it being your first time. Being critical is what we want and need in this process. It helps us make the best track possible." Hongjoong said.

"You have to tell me if I'm overdoing it, okay? Just stop me and tell me honestly." You raised your head to look at him.

"We won't take things to heart, we know it's all work. We separate our work and personal feelings."

"I know..." You sighed.

"I'll be next to you the entire time. Ready to go back?" Hongjoong asked. You nodded and waited for him to clear up his used tableware before going back to the studio with him. The others were ready to continue as well.

"After the solo parts, we'll do the group vocals and group backgrounds. Adlibs and the individual background vocals will be done another day." You informed.

"Good plan." Mingi smiled. The others agreed. Seonghwa was next to go into the booth.

"What do you want to start with?" You asked.

"Let's just go in order. So verse 1." He replied, doing some vocal warm up exercises. You waited for him to give the thumbs up before playing his section.

"Sorry to interrupt, Hwa. But I think you need to take the note higher." You stopped him.

"Sure, sorry about that. One more time." He said through the mic. After that, you all listened to the playback recording.

"Do the last part again. Focus on the enunciation of the words. It sounds like you're fading out." Hongjoong spoke into the mic before you could. He probably could sense that you were holding back or trying to make your comments nicer since it was Seonghwa in the booth. You punched his arm.

"Don't be mean." You scolded with a pout.

"I'm not being mean. You're just being overly nice because it's Seonghwa." Hongjoong clicked his tongue. You didn't deny nor agree, turning back to your computer.

"It's okay, Indigo. I'll run it again. And don't hold back on your comments, alright?" Seonghwa spoke to you.

"Fine..." You replied. You scrolled the track back to the same section. While Seonghwa sang, you increased the volume to hear him better.

"That's better. We'll move to the bridge next." You said.

When Seonghwa was done with his parts, it was San's turn. Having done more guide recordings with San before, you were a little bit more familiar with him compared to the others.

"Ready when you are, San. Take it slow and don't rush into it." You remined through the mic, knowing that he had a habit of rushinginto his sections of the song because he was nervous. It wasn't a bad thing, everyone has their own quirks when it came to recording.

"Yes, ma'am!" San saluted.

"Cute." You chuckled and played his section. You listened to him sing into the microphone.

"I know it's whisper-y but don't stumble over the words. Let's do it again." You critiqued. San nodded and recorded again, applying your corrections immediately.

"That was so much better. Get a drink, we're moving to the hook now." You informed. You layered Wooyoung's voice over to cue San into his part. He caught the timing well and began singing.

"Sorry, I'll do it again." San stopped himself when he made a mistake. You hummed and replayed it for him.

Honestly there was nothing for you to worry about. The boys were just as critical about themselves as you were. They caught their own mistakes quickly and would request to redo it if they were not satisfied with what they recorded. It really showed how serious and passionate they were.

"Alright, Mings, you're next." You said as Yeosang returned from the recording booth. It was decided that Mingi would go next and end off with Jongho.

"Can you hear me, Mings?" You spoke into the microphone.

"Yes. Woo! Let's go!" Mingi yelled into the microphone to hype himself up and get the vibe going. You couldn't help but smile.

"He's always so energetic in the booth." Yunho chuckled. You played Mingi's rap section, listening to him rap while he referred to the lyrics he wrote on his phone.

"I'll do it again~" He said, not even wanting to listen to the playback from the first run.

"Playback." You paused the music and played the recording.

"There seems to be some timing issues between the two sub sections. Let's go again, make sure to pace yourself with the music and different timings." You told him.

"Sure, I'll take note of it." Mingi said. You were trying to be objective and cool as you watched Mingi rap, not wanting to fangirl over the fact that he was your lover. He was so charismatic and his deep voice was so nice to listen too.

"Alright, Jongho. You're up." You finished Mingi's part, arranging his raw vocals over the instrumental.

"Save the best for the last." Wooyoung an affectionate smack to Jongho's bum, making the maknae turn to glare at him. The older yelped and ducked behind Seonghwa.

"Let's breeze through this, Jongho ah." Hongjoong said.

"Don't do that and put unnecessary pressure on him." You scolded, making sure the mic was off so Jongho couldn't hear.

After song camp, you felt a lot more for Jongho. You wanted him to feel comfortable in the recording booth, not make him feel like he always has to be perfect.

"That was a really good take. Let's move on to the chorus." You were a lot more encouraging with him but you weren't babying him, knowing that he doesn't like that. But this session just proved how amazing Jongho was, his vocal ability was unmatched. You were truly amazed by him.

"Indigo has that look on her face, like you've been enlightened by Jongho's vocals." San teased.

"He's truly amazing, isn't he?" Hongjoong smiled proudly, leaning back in his seat. He reminded you of a proud dad whose son just got praised.

~

Series Masterlist

[iwriteasfotini]

OLIWITS Excerpt from TWATS Chapter III

Excerpt from Our Love is Written in the Stars: The Wolf and The Star, Chapter III - Smokes

(Continued from this excerpt but the scene jumped forward a bit to eliminate spoilers)

**I need to add an Author Note: our boys are still in the friends who lust after each other constantly stage in this scene, but again the Wolfstar is THERE. It is in the summer between fourth and fifth year. Also this is a LONG excerpt (~2K). Sorry not sorry. Personally, I cannot get enough Wolfstar.

*If you don't want to read ~2k words (can't blame you) scroll down to the pink line, there's some sweet cuddling awaiting. ;)

…

As Sirius came back from the bathroom, James said brightly, “only one more week until term begins!” 

“Bit keen Potter,” said Sirius, sitting back down and pulling Remus to sit against him. “Fifth year, it’s going to be an absolute nightmare for school work.”

“Yeah, but you’ll help us with charms, I’ll help us with Transfiguration, Moony will help us with Astronomy, Peter will keep us entertained. I’m confident we’ll muddle through.” James winked at Sirius.

Remus wondered if this was the moment to mention a certain badge which had arrived with his school list weeks ago. He was half pleased, and half annoyed, for he didn’t need any more responsibility on his plate. He was somewhat surprised his friends hadn’t asked about it yet, as there were only four potential candidates, but Remus assumed James and Sirius had quite forgotten Prefects were selected in fifth year. Neither of them had aspirations to be a Prefect and their track records proved it. 

“Remus, I just remembered, Evans owled us and she was made a Prefect. Can you imagine, she’s going to be awful.”

Remus chose this moment to say, “I’m a Prefect too.”

To which James and Sirius were struck dumb. It was quite comical. 

“Who else did you think it was, you knew it wasn’t either of you.”

“Oh, right. I guess I figured McGonagall would opt for a vacancy in lieu of assigning a notorious rule breaker to a leadership position,” reasoned James. 

“I think she’s hoping I can reign you two numbskulls in,” said Remus darkly. 

“I’d like to see you try!” scoffed Sirius. “What are you going to do Moony, assign lines to us.”

James threw Remus a wicked smirk. If Remus hadn’t been snuggled into Sirius’ side he felt he might have had the nerve to half-heartedly defend himself, as it was, he merely sighed. 

“You two are a lost cause, but it means I have to run the firstie study period with Lily and do patrols, and party chaperoning.”

Sirius made gagging sounds, while James looked like someone told him the Wimbourne Wasps had been kicked out of the league. 

“Party chaperoning! I think I’d chuck the badge down the toilet the first day back,” said James. “Speaking of… Sirius, you and I have our own duty this year. The Prewetts graduated and asked me to step in as supplier of bevies. They even showed me how to open the old crone’s hump. Said the passage leads right to the cellar of Honeydukes. And Rosmerta will supply us anything we want if we pay up.”

 “Brilliant! Why didn’t you say anything before? We could have been using the passage all last year.”

“They didn’t show me until the last day of school. Said it’s part of the tradition of passing along the role. And we have the cloak, we’ll be undetectable.”

“We can sneak out for drinks in the Three Broomsticks anytime we please,” grinned Sirius. 

Remus tapped him on the chest. “I should think not.”

“I should think so. If your Prefect arse doesn’t want to risk it, then you can stay put. James and I will have all the fun.”

Remus didn’t respond, but closed his eyes as Sirius trailed his fingers over his arm. Sirius could simultaneously be mad as hell, arguing with him, and still hold and stroke him soothingly. The physical connection made such a difference in his recovery, Sirius prioritized it above everything except lessons. And even then, he frequently had to be talked down from skiving off, especially after the moon when Remus was in the hospital ward. 

Sirius had been the one to suggest the closeness helped because wolves are pack animals. A solitary wolf was an anomaly, against the laws of nature. In fact, in the wild it was often a death sentence. 

“It’s your body’s way of telling you to find a pack,” Sirius said wisely. 

It did make Remus curious about the behavior of other werewolves. Did any actually live in a pack? There was very little written about the habits of werewolves. Most information was of a warning nature, going into detail about all the ways a werewolf could maim someone but paying hardly any mind to their social lives. However, Remus wasn’t fussed to solve the mystery of why a warm body touching him calmed his frayed nerves and expedited his healing. 

An outsider wouldn’t have noticed the improvements as Remus continued to suffer worse and worse pre and post-transformation ailments as he aged. At this point, the two days before and two days after the moon were awful. With the day preceding and following finding him feverish, delirious, stumbling, achey, and exhausted. Enter Sirius. Nothing soothed Remus more than focusing on someone else’s heartbeat, preferably with his ear pressed to their chest. But being held, engulfed in someone else’s scent, listening to their breaths, it was all a soothing balm on his protesting body. It took his focus away from himself, and shifted it onto someone who was whole, healthy, and not about to break into a thousand pieces. 

Peeking through his lashes, Remus could see James flipping through an old muggle copy of National Geographic. Sirius was holding a book in the hand which wasn’t brushing up and down Remus’ arm. Satisfied his friends were at least mildly entertained, he returned to his thoughts. 

Fourth year had been hard for other reasons. Sirius had been certain they could achieve the animagus transformation within the first few months of the term, and as of now, they had yet to successfully generate the potion. 

****Cut out a small section here for length****

So it was with new determination Sirius and James strategized how to ensure the potion would mature properly the following fall. They would cast a silencing charm onto the drawer, which would be reset twice a day when the room was absolutely silent. They would not engage with Severus, which only encouraged curses to be flung at them. They would be calm, collected, and zen. 

Sirius had already threatened to murder anyone who fucked it up. 

Remus didn’t think this attitude was helpful, least of all to Peter who didn’t do well with intimidation tactics. But was also only partially rooting for his friends to succeed, as he felt it was far too dangerous a risk to take on his behalf. Not the animagus transformation itself, but being in proximity to him as a transformed werewolf. In complete exasperation, he had given up arguing his point and was waiting to see if the difficult task of becoming animagi was ever actually achieved. But he had no intention of letting them anywhere near him during the full moon, animagi or not. 

It would all begin again with the September full moon, the first full moon of the school year and falling about three weeks into their time back. At least this would give those with partners plenty of time to get reunion snogging accomplished before going cold turkey for a month. Which was a tiny solace to Remus, who hated watching his friends suffer through the month of discomfort. Was it really worth it? They all insisted it was. 

The front door knob jangled and a second later Lyall entered the cottage. 

“Hi boys,” he said jovially. 

“Hi Lyall,” chroused James and Sirius. Remus gave a noncommittal grunt. He was always embarrassed to be found in what were very intimate positions with Sirius, though he had told his father absolutely nothing was going on between them. Lyall accepted his word with almost too little protest. And Remus was certain he had caught his father sneaking knowing looks at them, but Lyall never pressed him for either information or to voice his own opinion of the situation. 

“I picked up takeaway on my way home, I hope you boys like Thai.”

“Absolutely,” said James, leaping up to help with the large paper bag of cartons Lyall had resized from his pocket. The small cottage was soon flooded with the mouth watering scent of greasy noodles, curry, and rice. 

As they ate, Lyall prattled on about his day and asked Sirius and James about the remainder of their summer. 

“We already went to Diagon Alley,” said Sirius. “Mister Quidditch couldn’t wait even twenty-four hours to get his hands on the newest training quaffle released by the International Quidditch Federation.”

“It’s been optimized for balance, to give it even more precise accuracy,” said James with his mouth full of noodles. 

“How quaint,” grumbled Remus. 

His father threw him a sharp look, but Remus ignored him. 

“We’ll be sad to leave tomorrow though,” Sirius continued. 

“You are welcome back anytime Sirius,” said Lyall, and Remus thought he put a bit too much emphasis on the word you. 

“Train departs a week from Monday though,” and again, James couldn’t keep the glee out of his tone. 

“If you don’t stop reminding us Potter, I’m going to curse your mouth shut. Trust me, it’s not pleasant.”

Remus thought James was pointedly not looking at him as he stuck his tongue out at Sirius. Sirius reacted with lightning fast reflexes, grabbing the tip of James’ tongue, making the other boy’s eyes bulge. 

“Potter, I’m starting to think you have something more exciting than me waiting for you at that damn castle.”

Remus choked on his bite of food, and spluttered for several seconds nearly missing James ripping his tongue free of Sirius’ grasp and saying swiftly, “you can play the fickle teenager, but I know you are as excited to get back as I am.”

“Don’t know what you are referring to Potter.”

“Moony, back me up. Sirius can’t wait to have his oodles of admirers back. I think my bathroom mirror is wearing out.”

Remus let out a relieved breath which turned into an exclamation of surprise as Sirius threw himself sideways into James, knocking them both onto the floor. 

“Oi!”

A swift and furious scuffle followed where the legs of the table and chairs were kicked several times, but eventually James ended up pinning Sirius to the floor with nearly all of his body weight on top of him. 

“James,” Sirius gasped, whacking his back over and over again. “Get. Off!”

“Makes you think twice about launching an attack doesn’t it Black?” replied James. But he moved off Sirius who sucked in a huge breath as James dusted off his hands and knees. 

Remus and his father exchanged a significant look. How many more hours was it before these boys were on their way?

Because it was summer, the boys only slept with a thin sheet above their bodies and the window in Remus’ room thrown wide open. Remus sat near the window and shared another cigarette with Sirius before they crawled into bed with James. He did try to limit himself to smoking only around full moon, and without his mother to protest he only felt a small amount of guilt. But he was coming to Hogwarts with a full stock of smokes this term. The challenge would be hiding them from Sirius who liked to nick them because he thought they made him look cool. 

James had already taken off his glasses and was curled on his side facing out from the edge of the bed. Remus and Sirius each had to clamber over him, which he barely protested. 

“What do you need Moony,” Sirius whispered. 

Remus sighed. If it was anyone other than James lying with his back to them he would have flushed crimson and shoved Sirius right out of his bed. Even Peter wasn’t aware of the extent to which he and Sirius would snuggle up at night. 

“Come here,” whispered Remus, scooping Sirius towards him. Sirius knew to flip over, so his back was pressed against Remus’ front. Remus draped his arm over Sirius’ side and pressed his hand to the place where his heartbeat was strongest, right between his pectorals and over his sternum. 

Remus closed his eyes. Sirius' heart beat against his hand. For half an instant Remus wished he was also shirtless. Then he felt a twitch and a rush of blood, quickly but subtly scooting his hips back so there was some space between their waists. Deep breath, it will pass. 

“Night Remus,” said Sirius. Sirius always had the grace to either not mention these sometimes moments of unbidden arousal or actually didn’t notice, which Remus very much doubted. 

“Night,” Remus said softly back. 

…

Next week, look for an excerpt (plus title, POV, and posting date) from Book 6. Daily posting will begin on AO3 on July 11 :)

Check on the weekly posting/writing status update here!

[wolfsnooze]

WAIT WHY CAN KING TALK TO DEAD PEOPLE?!? Titan stuff? Also I added this AU to me “special interests” on my intro. Deal with it😎

also you CANNOT tell me that Hunter and Micheal wouldn’t get along. They would be besties. Same with Willam and Phillip. also is Hunter like charlotte in this? He is the oldest, and he does have *major* big brother vibes. “Caleb disappeared a few months before Hunter was born” YEAH. “DiSaPpEaReD.” Also lol. Wait is it still called “Fredbears” or something related to deers (bc goopy deer man) or something similar to the emperors coven? WHAT ABOUT THE COVENS!!!!! (I forgot this my OG ask-)

-🐺🪶 (ur no 1 fan <3)

everyone’s human in this au, but yeah king being able to communicate w/ spirits could be seen as his au-equivalent to titan magic, and how king is able to hear the collector through whatever the titan trappers did !

hunter is just like michael fr i made a..not a venn diagram because it’s A Circle but😭 I ALSO made a “philip wittebane and related freaks” moodboard which william afton is absolutely on

id probably change a few things on the hunter & michael one . i made these a while ago lol

william and philip are alike and i think that would actually be their downfall HAHA i think philip would see william’s foray into reanimation as witchcraft (but when he does it it’s totally normal and fine)

OKAY getting sidetracked🦭

hunter does have a kinda “big brother” role to collector in ways! after pretty much only interacting with other dead people and Philip , hunter is kind of an anchor for collector. or a thorn in their side. depends on the day

the way i put caleb through the wringer in every au you’d think i hate him but he is in fact one of my favorite characters LOL

it’s still called fredbears! (or? maybe not? the main characters are still a bear and a rabbit!)

i have this scene where philip is drafting up the characters and initially they’re a wolf and a rabbit, but it’s sort of a joke at caleb’s expense — caleb is genuinely afraid of wolves. he scribbles over philip’s concept and changes his character to a bear, then suggests philip change his to a deer, but philip is like “you already changed yours leave MINE alone!! besides the deer and owl are OUR thing. not a performance!!!” he’s so dramatic

fazbear entertainment is kinda crazy just in the games lol. people go in they work there they experience the horrors and can’t just leave or spill the beans lest they get lobotomized

eberwolf is a technician and darius works as one as well but more part-time. they hate their job! haven’t figured out if/where a place for the other coven heads is, except raine who’s a music teacher and living with eda ^_^

[mocolococoffeesimp]

Could I request Giovanna relationship headcanons?

-Giovanna did the first move. You just were cute to her, and she took her chances as she approached you.

"Hey there." She smiled as you turned to her.

"Hi. Can I help you with something?" "Yeah, go on a date with me." And rest was history.

-Chilling with Rei. That will come with dating Giovanna. Although, Rei is an spirit wolf, he enjoys petting like any other pet. Rei will cuddle with you, if Giovanni isn't there. He likes your overall presence. But, he is protective of Giovanni. So, it took some time for Rei to allow you to be alone with her.

-She works efficiently, which means she often ignores the work until it has to be absolutely done. Which, means all-nighters with you dozing off next to her.

"Gio, can we please go to bed?" You ask as Rei holds his head in your lap. Giovanna, gives you a kiss to your cheek.

"In a moment, sweetie. Just have to do couple more reports for tomorrow."

-She will say what she means, the way she means it. So, at times she comes off rude, but it's just her being honest.

-She needs words of affirmation about her work. She often feels, like she isn't appreciated at her work despite being a officer in special operations. These are the few times when she just wants to cuddle with you as tell her comforting words. Rei will also be present during these times.

-Curves, which she knows how to use. She will flirt with you using her curves. No, it doesn't matter if you've been in a relationship for a week or a year. She will do it. She will have you trace her curves on her body. Your touch to her is just heaven after long of work.

-She loves to make out with you. Kissing you on your lips, neck leaving lipstick marks all over you. She loves to see her handiwork on you.

-She can't cook for the life of her. Before you came along, she resulted moslty to premade foods and fast food. But, now that she has an partner that can cook, she will make use of it. She will suggest new recipes for you to try on, get you the ingredients even. But, she will not cook. She doesn’t trust her skills on the kitchen.

-Coffee enthusiast. She likes to try different kinds of blends with you. If, you share her enthusiasm with coffee she will order everything in double whenever you're out. If, you aren't huge coffee drinker she will get you tea or whatever drink you prefer to have.

-She is very chill person to date. If, you ever have a fight about something, she has let it go by the next day. She just thinks life should be enjoyed as it comes at you. Not spent fighting about whose turn it was to wash the dishes.

-Night owl, she prefers to work during the night and just to be. As, her workdays are long she gets home late at night. She will go to the terrace with a cup of coffee and moongaze. She hears the door opening revealing you holding a blanket.

"Hi." You say as you wrap the blanket around her. She cuddles closer to you.

"Hi." Rei popped out of nowhere, as he sat down next you. Neither of you said a word for a while. But, you felt the cold wind sending shivers down your spine.

"Want to head inside?" She huddled closer offering some warmth. She took a sip of her coffee before turning back to you.

"Just a while longer." With that you and Giovanni spend some time admiring the moon. But, more often than not your gaze landed to her and hers to to you. Rei dozed off next you two giving you some privacy, as you admired your partner.

[daydreaming-nerd]

SJM ask game

Thank you so much to @kennedy-brooke for tagging me, I hope I did this right (I have zero competence) I hope you guys know that when you tag me in these I totally kick my feett and giggle I get so tickled.🖤

1) What’s your favourite SJM book? A Court Of Silver Flames, that book literally changed my life

2) Which is your favourite series (tog, acotar or cc) Oh my god, it depends on what I last read, which right now is ACOTAR but TOG is my baby

3) Who is your favourite character? (And why?) Nesta and how much time do you have? I'll say this, I'm Nesta through and through, I had a friend who once said I looked like her. Nesta is how I feel about myself and seeing her working towards being better makes me want to be better too.

4) Do you have a favourite quote from one of the books? "So Nesta had become a wolf. Armed herself with invisible teeth and claws, and learned to strike faster, deeper, more lethally. Has relished it. But when the time came to put away the wolf, she found it had devoured her too."

5) Favourite ship? I'm going with Nessian or Rowaelin because I hope I can find someone that sees all of me and chooses to love me anyways too one day :)

6) Elriel or Gwynriel? Or neither? If you're holding a pew pew to my head I'm going Gwynriel. Because I love Lucien too much. but honestly neither.

7) Who’s the most underrated SJM character? This is SUCH a hot take but Tharion Ketos. Has he had his moments recently? yeah. But the way that guy flirts? Oh I would be giggling and kicking my feet.

8) Which character do you wish to learn more about? Eris Vanserra, did I tear him to shreds in my Cassian series? yes. Do need him in a carnal way? Absolutely. I just know he's got shit going on.

9) Are there any characters you don’t like? Ithan Holstrom and I have beef...

10) Favourite bat boy? Shoot me it would hurt less. Honestly I think if I was in a room with them and none of them had mates I'd run to Rhys first. He's a scorpio and so am I (shocker) so I know we would vibe. but on the official mate quiz I got Azriel so???

11) Favourite court?/ Which one would you most like to live in? I'm a night owl (but y'all knew that) and a scorpio, so either night court or autumn but honestly, I think autumn.

12) Favourite SJM villain? Arobynn Hamel, simply because I think good villains are people you absolutely despise and I would find so much catharsis from curb stomping him.

13) If you could change one thing in any of the books what would it be? Might be a hot take but the Nyx plotline. It makes no sense for Rhys and Feyre to be like "we have all the time in the word" and then decide they want a baby right after. like what?

14) Favourite SJM theory? That Ruhn is a shadowsinger (maybe this isn't a theory but I have a fic coming about it soon so shut up)

15) Favourite Archeron sister? I think we all know...Nesta

16) A character you feel is over-hated/ underrated: I can't say my real answer or y'all will kill me so I'm gonna say Tharion Ketos again.

17) Aelin, Bryce, or Feyre? AELIN ASHRYVER GALATHYNIUS

18) What’s your favourite character from each series? Aelin, Nesta, and Rhun

19) If you wrote an acotar book what would you call it? A Court of Blood and Embers (and it would be the blood duel with Az and Lu Lu)

20) Who is your favourite acotar blogger? @tadpolesonalgae (I seriously love everything you.write)

21)What fics would you recommend to people who love the series? I'm not answering this one ONLY because I'm actually working on a fic rec list for y'all

Questions for writers

22) Easiest character to write for? Rhysand, I feel like I am Rhysand (scorpio buddies) so if I would say/do it so would Rhys.

23) Hardest character to write for? I haven't written anything for them yet (plz request) but I'm gonna go Rowan and Lorcan. Only because it's been a while since I read TOG

24) What’s a character you’d like to write for but haven’t yet? ERIS VANSERRA, y'all I am begging you, send me your Eris ideas. I want to write him but I have no ideas.

25) What’s a court you’d like to write about more? Day (incoming jealous Az fic you are all going to love) and Autumn.

26) What’s a character you won’t write for and why? Probably Elain, I just don't know enough about her to be able to do a good enough job.

27) If you could only write for one character ever again, who would you pick? Azriel, he's just such an easy guy to write for right now, and I think people like reading Azriel fics the most.

28) Whats your favourite trope to write about when it comes to Azriel? Reader being Rhysand's sister, I will literally make the reader Rhys' sister in every fic Idgaf, I want our girl to be a pretty princess. and the on top of that JEALOUSY.

29) What do you think is the best/favourite acotar fic you’ve written? I gotta pick between my babies... aight.

How Did It End? put my heart and soul into her and it flopped.

I'll Crawl Home to Her again, put my cooch into this and flopped.

The Prophecy (Azriel's Ending) guess what? put my cooch into it and it flopped.

so bascially if I liked it? It flopped, jail time.

30) Who are your favourite friendships to write about? Cassian the reader, I haven't gotten a chance to do much with it but I hope to soon.

31) For first time readers to your blog, which three fics would you recommend they read? *cracks knuckles*

You want plot? Young Love, Old Money or The Bonds That Break Us

You want smut? You Want a Baby? or Our Girl

Angsty af: How Did It End? and Implode

Tagging (and no pressure if you don't want to do it! ps love y'alls work) : @honeybeefae, @marvelsmylife, @throneofsmut, @azsazz, @sarawritestories

[acaciapines]

60! nice number :>

60. Blood Bank – Bon Ivor

they say, staring down at their slippered feet, “why do you even want me here?”

luz jolts. the gold-bright lines of her all mix and meld, spread out in wild patterns the collector’s never really seen anybody else have, ‘cept maybe back way forever ago when there were a bunch of trees and a bunch of witches and all of them together sort of were like this huge spiderweb. luz alone is a spiderweb. the golden lines of her that go to mari to hunter to flapjack-there-too and how it’s so blinding they can’t really look at her head-on.

“why would you say that?” luz asks.

her gold pulses when she says it. king claims it means something, that he sees gold but gold-like-thoughts, like so many words. the collector looks and still doesn’t know the language.

“cause i hurt a ton of people.” the collector fists their hands in their lap. “cause i know i’m only here ‘cause firefly wanted it. ‘n the rest of you don’t care so much.”

“i care,” luz says, quietly. the collector turns away from her. out the big window in eda’s room they can see outside where king and mari are chasing each other, mari a maned wolf, and hunter flapping after as a cardinal, all their gold mixing together like finger-painting thrown across a canvas ‘cause someone thought yeah let’s do it without anymore thoughts. “i think—i think you’ve been alone too long. and i want you here.”

they say, “oh.”

luz nudges them “wanna join the others?”

they shrug, hug their arms around themself. “dunno.”

luz offers a smile. “that’s okay. we can sit here until you feel better.”

and they don’t. but it’s sort of nice, to have someone in their corner.

DISCUSSION

you found another collector piece!!! oh my god i love this kid so MUCH.

i said a lot about the collector back with uhhh whichever number the other collector one was lol but this gives more on their dust-seeing ability! it also gives a little hint to how witches and palismen work! the two fun facts about witch-palismen pairs i'll give is that they form symbiotic relationships with palistrom trees, and that they are to demons what termites are to cockroaches.

the collector also mentions how king can read dust--the big difference between titans and collectors is that titans can read/understand dust, but not manipulate it, while collectors can manipulate dust, but not read/understand it. so :) fun!

but yeah. luz n the collector would be friends i think....they can understand each other! out of all the owl house kids luz n the collector get along best without any weird baggage. mari's not like. patient enough to sit with them lol and tends to gravitate to hunter who just feels very uneasy about them. and flapjack would chill w luz but is dead and shares a body w hunter so </3 luz is left on her own a lot.

anyways. my most favorite starchild who i love SO much

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

First fortune cookie rec list of the year, hell yeah! I’m already a day late, but I wanted to do this post justice so I could properly and wholeheartedly wish @anaxandria-writes​ a very happy belated birthday! Rin absolutely deserves a shout out for not only being a fandom enthusiast, but also a creative go-getter and an amazing fandom friend. It’s kinda crazy, because even though we’ve only known each other for maybe a couple-ish of years, it seems like we’ve been friends forever. I guess that’s what happens when we constantly scream and squee about all the things both online and offline (because yayy for being neighbors!). Honestly, Rin’s spirit kinda reminds me of the bright rainbow we all like to see in the sky. That’s probably reflective of her excitement about a lot of things, as well as her love for loud colours and patterns (trust me, I tried to see what I could come up with for the origami spread). We like rare pairs, and hell yes for being multishippers in multiple fandoms, and I’m super happy that we get to share not only HP as a fandom but also Teen Wolf! Yayy! I first got to know Rin in 2021 in the Rare Pairs server, and soon enough CoMs and the Wizarding Den servers and a gazillion other servers I can’t keep track of. That probably indicates we a lot of common interests to begin with, which isn’t a bad thing. One being Flintwood, though Rin has been a big influence on why I dipped my toes in this ship. And when I’ve needed a little bit of inspo for making art or writing fic, she’s already been my go-to person for all the headcanons about Marcus and Oliver. She’s also why I’ve started shipping Herbtamer too, but then again, it’s probably because she’s soo enthusiastic about these two, so how could I say no? Why not...Charlie and Neville are really damn cute together, okay? AND since we both adore Oliver Wood, that was how Wood Your Rather came to be as a prompt challenge since we wanted more Oliver works in general. WYR was the very first fest we both ran for fandom (and basically ever), and boy did we learn a lot about modding while also getting to know each other. I honestly couldn’t think of co-modding this event with anyone else, because one needs to really love Oliver to pieces to make something like WYR work. (P.S. stay tuned for more news on this year’s event very soon!). When it comes to fandom, Rin has done a little bit of everything. She’s a writer and an aspiring artist (and a great cheerleader)! I love that Rin has been trying out new mediums, techniques and ways to make different projects, which is so awesome. She’s definitely an influencer on why I’m currently writing a long ass text fic now (yes, it’s addicting and fun to write in this format, and I’ve recced her fun text fic below). And the progress she’s made with drawing is mind blowing since she picked it up again early last year. She’s dabbled in traditional and digital art, and I’m so excited to see what else she makes for 2023. Did you know Rin’s an embroiderer, crocheter and a knitter, and she makes some pretty gorgeous fanfic bookbindings? Okay, so bookbinding is NOT any easy thing to do, but Rin just jumped right into this hobby probably late in the summer and has made some really amazing books. Everything from typesetting to printing and getting things cased and pretty is a process. 8908908 kudos for doing the Lord’s work in making fics into something tangible and visually appealing to the eye. I know for a fact I’m probs going to peppering you with q’s as soon as I do have a chance to get my feet wet in bookbinding. If you want to see some Rin’s creative works, here are some of my favourite pieces of hers: 🌈 >>> A Very Owl Post WrtrGrl Anthology and Little Lost Things by flightinflame (Drarry bookbindings)

These two books were gifts Rin made for H/D Owl Post for 2022. All I have to say is look through the photos for each finished piece but also Rin’s process on how things came together for both of them, okay?! Seeing the WIP shots for a single book made by HAND is so cool. And well, pretty paper and fonts and seeing fanfics bound with love is really something special and should be appreciated. 💻 >>> Love Advice (Drarry and Wolfstar, T, 1.1k)

Summary: When it comes to advice about the boy he likes, Harry turns to Moony. Not Padfoot.

Yayy for epistolary fic! I love how fun these letters, and Harry going to Remus and Sirius for romantic advice. It’s sweet and endearing, and seeing Drarry from Wolfstar’s PoV through these letters is pretty hilarious, since it’s very obvious how different Remus and Sirius approach things. What a fun read! 🌈 >>> A Dragon and a Lion Celebrate Christmas (Drarry, G, Crochet)

Summary: What do you gift someone who has everything? Draco decides to make the Chosen One a.k.a. Harry Potter a.k.a. his boyfriend amigurumi versions of themselves for the holidays.

Another H/D Owl Post gift made by Rin, where Harry and Draco are cute AF as animals. They look so squishable! Since I have no crochet skills (yet..I’m working on it), I’m always impressed by folks who can make adorable and tangible creatures like this. And ones that stand up on their own...that’s super important for display purposes! 💻 >>> An Expensive Courtship (Drarry, E, 10.9k)

Summary: Draco spent years gathering up courage, then months of extensive planning, and literally tens of thousands of Galleons in his attempts to woo Harry. Harry just thought they were best friends.

LOL. I love Draco wooing an oblivious Harry in general. And them just being idiots. And the little cameo of Flintwood in this (yay!), and all the ridiculous attempts for the dates. This story totally pokes at the cliches, but that’s what made this fic so fun. Throw in some nosy ass friends, and of course everything seems like it’s a chaotic disaster, or in this case, a lot of misunderstandings. I’m glad Draco and Harry get their heads out their asses eventually and get together though. It just took them a while to move out of that friend zone. *pats them both on the heads* 🌈 >>> It Takes Two to Tango (Flintwood, G)

Summary: Dancing with Marcus Flint at the Quidditch League ceremony was not what Oliver Wood signed up for, but maybe it was what he needed.

SOOO. I know this was gifted to me, but I’m going to be very honest: When I saw this was drawn traditionally and just how well it fit the prompt, I was super giddy over it. I’m very lucky I have the original of this to look at whenever I want, but I think this was one of the first art pieces I saw of Rin’s as she was starting to dive more into drawing. I adore Oliver’s kilt and Marcus taking the lead, and they just look happy to actually be dancing with each other, okay? This has to be a fav of mine because it embraces the fluffier side of Flintwood. 💻 >>> Herbology_Neville and DragonKeeperCW (Herbtamer, E, 11.4 k)

Summary: When Neville starts live-streaming on WixenVid, he’s unsure who would want to watch him ramble about plants for an hour. DragonKeeperCW is very interested in the show (and in Neville).

AHHH! Gosh, this one is just so much fun! I love the Youtube feel of this which makes this stand out already as a story, and Charlie and Neville are so flirty yet soft with each other. The overall humour, sexual tension and fluff mixed ogether works so well. And they’re so true their passions: Neville with his plants, Charlie with his dragons, and when it comes to each other...yessss. :D 💻 >>> 🙀 ➡ 😻 ➡ 😽 (Marvel- Stony, T, 5.2 k)

Summary: Tony puts up a "Missing Cat" sign and not only 1) gets his cat back, but 2) meets a cute guy named Steve who keeps refusing the reward. A story told in texts, voicemail transcriptions, and, of course, an overuse of emojis.

OKAY, I know this is not an HP fic, but I had to include this because it’s hilarious, it’s a text fic, and YES. I’m not even in the Marvel fandom, but I was really intrigued to read a fic that was completely done through texts and gosh, it just works so well with show and tell, shenanigans and I love how people’s personalities can shine through the use of dialogue through technology vs. narration or talking face-to-face. I honestly was cackling by the time I was done with this read because it totally embraces Crack Treated Seriously to the tee. Love this so much! You can find more of Rin’s work on AO3. Make sure to leave kudos and comments to show appreciation for all of her fandom contributions. Rin, your willingness to be curious and try new things is contagious, and you have a way of making people’s day a little brighter. I’m so glad you’re part of fandom and that you’re so passionate about what you love. Keep being you. I hope you have a smashing day!

[haystarlight]

Wolf #1 won

Headcanons under the cut

Luz Noceda-Blight (25, she/they)

Moved in with Amity when they were 19, got married when they were 21

Planning on having kids someday, debating between artificial pregnancy or adoption

I gave her glasses and made her a little heavier, like her mami

Still has eyebags, still has insomnia and nightmares from all the trauma they went through

She still has the eyebrow scar but it's hidden under her hair

Witches' wool cloack

Vial of King's blood around their neck so they can use magic in the Human Realm

Lives with Amity on Bonesborough but visits Camila and Vee all the time

She and Amity own a bookshop in Bonesborough that sells both human and Demon Realm books

They're also working on a fantasy novel with weirdly familiar characters

Amity Noceda-Blight (25, she/her)

Made her taller and gave her Alador's hook nose

She loves making jokes about how short Luz is and giving her forehead kisses and picking her up

Abomination hair!! She can also turn herself into an abomination like Darius. Luz tried to kiss her in Abomination Form once and it was gross

Works at the bookshop with Luz but also helps her dad make new abomination experiments

Darius did NOT marry Alador! He's dating Camila! FIGHT ME!

But yeah, he still took Amity under his wing. They have tea together on weekends and talk shit about Hunter's ugly clothes

Reighning champion of the Bonesborough Brawl for the third year in a row

Still goes to the library and reads to the kids

Hunter Noceda-Clawthorne (26, he/they)

Happily dating Willow but not ready for marriage yet

Some days he stays with Camila and Vee, some days he stays at The Owl House (some nights he sleeps over at the Park house, but Willow's dads don't know about that, haha)

WHAT IN KING'S NAME IS HE WEARING

Amity throws up when she sees them wearing that

Learned how to carve palismen from Eda and Dell, is now Bonesborough's main palisman carver and caretaker

Still has the eyebags but sleeps better than before, at least

Covered over his Emperor's Coven sigil with a Flapjack tattoo, courtesy of Masha

Has a new palisman, a wolf named Jasper

Gets the best tickets to all of Willow's games and collects newspaper cuttings of every time she appears, mentions the fact he's dating a pro flyer derby player at every chance he gets

Still gets Willow to cut their hair

Speaks Spanish a lot better, still not as good as Luz or Vee tho

Willow Paulina Park (25, she/her)

No matter what Amity says, she thinks Hunter looks hot on that outfit

She hasn't really changed much, I just gave her a different haircut

Professional flyer derby player. Hasn't made Captain of the team yet but will when the current Captain retires

Still living with her dads but saving up so she and Hunter can have their own place

Can't go to the damn market without getting stopped for autographs

"My boyfriend is too tall for me to kiss him what do I do"

Bitchy about being the shortest friend

Absolutely hates it when people think she's underage because of her height

Still plays flyer derby with her friends on her down time

Has a secret tattoo, also courtesy of Masha. It's a running gag cause people know she has a tattoo but no one knows what it is (I mean, Masha and Hunter know but they're not telling)

Tutors struggling students at Hexside

Has a secret stash of Hunter photos hiding under a floorboard

Agustus Porter (23, he/him)

Still single, has been on a couple of dates, refuses to awknowledge his feelings for Matt

Studying Anthropology because he wants to teach "History of the Human Realm" (new subject at Hexside)

Ocassionally gets Luz or Camila to help him with his studies

Is a stylish bitch

Still living with his dad

In better control of his anxiety attacks and his powers

Still visits the Looking Glass Ruins with Matt, the guardian hasn't been back in a while, no one knows if he died or what

Has been the student chaperone for Grom a couple times, always lets the kids get away with some shit

Letting him hang out with the Blight twins was a mistake Amity regrets

Vee "Victoria" Noceda (25, she/her)

Still living with Camila, visits Bonesborough sometimes

Was able to get fake legal documents. Her legal name is technically "Victoria Noceda" but she still goes by Vee

Dating Masha, who's trying to make it as a tattoo artist

Also has tattoos, courtesy of her partner

New haircut!! Freckles!!

I always forget I have to draw her curvy cause she's canonically curvy in the show, I'm a hypocrite. I'm a fraud

Is going to human college, studying to become an accountant

"Nobody asks you questions when you say you're an accountant"

Luz goes to her whenever she has a math question

"Yes I love my job and my job is an accountant"

Sometimes uses her shapeshifting to do shady shit

There are 2 wolves inside you

One wants to draw the Hexsquad 10 years later

The other one doesn't want to draw them because the finale is only 18 days away and they might show a flash forward that completely ruins the drawing

[poisonhemloc]

I’ve been thinking about the game and Owl and kind of, all of the characters, and I wanted to talk about something Tumblr is bad at: nuance with abusive characters.

Like, real fast, I’m talking about characters in a video game if you start talking about a real life abuser being 100% awful to you that’s awful and I’m sorry it happened but also I’m gonna block you.

So, no one in this game is 100%, totally morally right and correct and perfect. No one. It’s like real life, everyone’s shades of grey. So, with that lead in, let’s talk about Owl.

Owl is an abusive parent to Wolf. That's not a discussion, it’s pretty clear in-game. Between expecting Wolf to put Owl’s wants before himself (forsake the Divine Heir, who doesn’t have anyone left except for you, so I can use you to rule Japan; the Iron Code,’s very first rule is Obey Your Father Over Everything Else) and the stuff we know about how Wolf was raised (Butterfly's remnant about her position as one of Wolf’s teachers says “These mentors employed strict methods. The cultivation of shinobi techniques can only be achieved in the midst of battle.“ Inner Father's remnant says “Owl once abandoned the young Wolf in Usui Forest, expecting him to fend against the illusions, likely never to return. Only in victory would he recognize the boy as his son. In this way, and this way alone, he raised the Wolf as his own. ). And the flavor text on the rice ball from Kuro says that, at some point under Owl's care, Wolf was starving, and the wonderful Altair did a really good chunk of analysis on that talking about how Wolf has been, at least once that we know of, starving while he was under Owl’s care. Starving your children, expecting and raising them to follow your will regardless of what they want or think, and putting a child into life or death situations and not necessarily expecting them to survive to train them how to fight? It’s all abuse, and this is how Owl raised Wolf.

But Owl was not abusive in all things. The relevant rice ball text is “Once when the Wolf was starving, this father wordlessly handed him a rice ball. It was astoundingly delicious.” Owl could have just given Wolf normal food; a rice ball requires some work, either to make yourself or more likely for Owl to go purchase. It’s not a good apology for letting Wolf starve, but it does show a little more thought than simply feeding Wolf. And while we do not know who gave Wolf the homeward idol, we do know that he got it shortly after Owl found him; while it is reasonable to say Owl or someone close to him gave it to Wolf, it is definite that Owl didn't take it away from Wolf once he got it.

Then, when you kill Great Shinobi Owl, as Wolf says "You taught me well" Owl responds with "That's my boy." Praise for doing his job as a shinobi well, even though that does mean Killing Owl. Owl Father and Inner Father, when going through the second deathblow animation, say "Defeated by my own son? The feeling is not entirely unpleasant.” While the Owl (Father) remnant says “Owl took in the hungry cub on a whim and raised him as a Shinobi. The process was so engrossing that he hoped they might enjoy a true battle to the death some day.” Which. Feels like it fully encompasses their relationship. Owl raised Wolf, not kindly, not well, not as anything other  than a tool, a shinobi. A good shinobi, that he might kill one day, or be killed by. And he put a lot of time and some thought into raising Wolf, and he was still abusive doing so.

Push comes to shove, Owl was planning to sacrifice Wolf. He does in Hirata, he tries to at the lookout tower. But I feel like he does have some fondness for Wolf, as his adopted son. It doesn't make up for the abuse. But like in real life, an abusive person isn’t going to be all the time totally abusive, and can care for the person they’re actively abusing.

(Thank you to @longfingerkork and Pubby on the soulsborne lgbt+ discord for helping/being supportive at the ramble this started as)

[infraaa]

Hi um- can I request a

Ananas dragon cookie hc (it cam be smuty or not)

-a simp

it’s ass beating time i know who you are silly moot

here we go

nsfw headcanons - general (gn/not desc reader!)

tw // nsfw themes, primal play, hard dom behavior, impact and wax play, double penetration, cnc, voyeurism, oral, this guys a raunchy mf— you have been advised.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Egregious. Oh good god.

Ananas is fr the type of mf to be like “affection?? that’s disgusting get that shit away from me-“

same with the deed, they can’t make love worth shit. They’re a fucking type guy, they fuck.

^ aggressively.

they wear confidence oh so well and it makes them twice as hot….. btw he’s also a hard dom-

Are you a brat? Cuss them out and watch them chase you around the archipelago like “THE FUCK YOU SAY?”

if you’re into masochism, you’re gonna be in for a ride. They like impact play.

With consent given verbally, they won’t take written or gestured consent, they’ll pull your hair, bite you, even smack you-

It’s truly perplexing how animalistic this dragon can be. They truly let it all go. The growl, hiss, they claw at you and at the bed like holy shit you’re gonna rip the god damn sheets apart man-

They also have a tendency to treat you like prey. Like a little sheep to their wolf, and likes to heard you, so to speak. What this means is at times, Ananas has a weird habit of guiding you, walking around you, blocking you if you don’t walk in a certain direction, etc, similar to how sheepdogs heard sheep.

You’re gonna believe you’re getting wax poured on you. They’ll purposefully buy candles just to have Pitaya melt them, and keep them melted for when they want them. And when they want them, that means they wanna pour wax on you 😫

More so does it for the reactions rather than the aesthetic of wax play. They like seeing your face contort when your cold skin meets the hotness of the melted wax.

When coitus happens, it’s either double or nothing.

In case you weren’t aware, Ananas had two penises. They’re a dragon, dragons are lizards, you get the deal. And oh god they’re huge— both of them. Thick as hell too.

Listen though they understand it’s hard as hell to do, and they don’t actually want to harm you, so what they’ll do is allow you to break into it one step at a time. This is just about as merciful as they get.

but later on, yeah it’s double penetration or nothing.

Begging? Y E S.

Get on your knees, worship them, beg them to fuck you, be raunchy and tell them what you want, how you want it…

Hell they might comply.

They’re tongue is ungodly long as hell, plus it’s forked, and they know how to use that thing.

They believe that if you’re not about to transform, somethings not being done right.

Of course, Ananas though prefers to receive rather than give oral. For obvious reasons. The golden glow in their eyes is so gorgeous when they look down at you.

They’re not quiet, but they aren’t loud either. They have a clean bell like voice that’s not too low but it doesn’t reach anime boy protag potential, think Darius Deamonne from the Owl House. They purr, they growl, they grunt, they groan, all that shit. One thing you won’t ever hear them do though is moan.

Is a voyeurism freak and will watch you masturbate and listen to you moan and squeal. Will also watch you while masturbating. F r e a k.

That’s when the CNC starts. If you’re masturbating and they catch you you’re gonna believe you’re getting fucked one way or another. They don’t care where you are, what time of day it is, they don’t care they wanna fuck.

He tries his best with aftercare, especially if you two had a rather… violent night.

I imagine they can cook… somewhat decently? I mean nothing too extravagant, they do better with fresh ingredients, and they can surely work a knife.

They’ve also got a taste in movies. They like the older ones from the 1970’s: think the exorcist.

Isn’t really a fan of cuddling, but will do so if it makes you happy. Again, Ananas isn’t into soft shit, he’s a hard ass dom. They’re mean— brute like. But, if you want to, I guess…

Is understanding when it comes to safe words and will try their best to adhere to them. They’re mean, but they aren’t a dick, if too much is too much, they’ll comply with you and listen. No boundaries are to be broken. None. Ever. 🧡🍍

[tarydarrington]

"Alright, everyone," Veth says with authority, and everyone else quiets down. "Tomorrow is the big day."

Caleb sighs and ducks behind his drink. There is a speech coming. This is exactly the sort of ceremony he had hoped to avoid by having this get-together at his home rather than the bar Veth had suggested. It's only five of them, tonight; Beauregard and Yasha are always in town, and Veth had insisted on coming. And Essek, of course. He's not sure when the elf's presence at his side became an of course, but in a careful way, he likes it.

“As the person in this world who cares the most about Caleb--”

Essek silently quirks an eyebrow at that, and it doesn’t get past Veth.

“Alright, come on, just because you got him into bed and I didn’t doesn’t mean--”

Caleb clears his throat loudly, and Veth’s smile snaps back into place.

“As Caleb’s oldest, dearest, truest friend,” she says, and Essek manages to look dignified even while rolling his eyes, “it is my humble duty to tell you all how amazing he is on this momentous occasion.”

“You know, I am starting a new job, not getting married,” Caleb murmurs in her direction.

“And we’re all very proud of you!” Veth replies.

Caleb takes a long drink as the others chime in with agreement. Yasha shoots him a sympathetic look, and he returns a tight smile.

“Come on, man,” Beau says from where she leans against the table, “aren’t you excited, at all?”

He takes a long breath. Excited is a word for it. Ready to vomit at a moment’s notice is perhaps more accurate. The Soltryce Academy is tricky. He’s been back there a few times in recent weeks, for interviews and preparation, and each time, it’s felt like walking through a dream of a place the mind could not quite capture properly.

For whatever purpose, Trent has always wanted Caleb - Bren - to follow in his footsteps. Those footsteps feel a touch too literal in those hallways.

“Caleb?” Beau’s voice brings him out of his thoughts. “You still with us?”

He shakes his head. "Ja. Entschuldigung. There is a lot to think about."

Veth lowers her glass, frowning. "Nobody threatened you, did they? Because I'll have words with them."

"No, nothing like that." Not lately, anyway. He sets his own drink down on the table. "Just a bit worried, perhaps."

"Worried about what?" Beau asks flatly.

Caleb lets out a long breath, looking down at the floor. Where to begin? He’s worried that everything will go wrong. Worried that he’ll turn up with his clothes on backwards, or spill coffee down the front of his shirt, or trip over his words before the lesson even starts. Worried, most of all, about what comes after.

“I hope that I will not…” He searches for the right words. “I hope that I will be able to serve my students well enough,” he settles on. “The examples I have had were, ah….” Trent Ikithon is not one he wishes to emulate.

Essek frowns. “Carve your own path,” he says. “Someone as brilliant as you are needs no one to emulate.”

“Ja, well, that is fine for throwing together a spell or two, but I imagine the students will need a little more structure.” These are young minds. Any mistakes he makes will stick with them. He, of all people, knows just how much.

“Maybe you could ask them what they want from you,” Yasha pipes up. “You know, make sure you’re doing alright.”

Caleb lets out a long sigh. “Ja, maybe. That is a good idea.” Of course, it also requires that the students in question trust him enough to give him a straight answer.

They sit in relative silence for a moment, working away at their drinks. He hopes Veth doesn’t resent him for stepping on the atmosphere.

“Seriously, man, you’re gonna be great.” Beau knocks back the rest of her drink. “You’re already the best professor I’ve ever known.”

“I do not think the owl counts as a point of comparison,” Caleb deadpans. “Regardless, I will settle for not making a fool of myself for a first impression. That will be difficult enough.”

Beau shrugs, and reaches over to refill her glass. There’s a devious look in her eye that makes him nervous. "So why don't you practice?" she asks.

Caleb looks at her warily. "Practice?"

"Yeah, man." She gestures at the others. "Here's your class. Teach us something."

Before he can object, she’s already begun to pull an armchair toward the coffee table in the center of the room. Soon enough, three more seats have joined it, all on the same side. She throws her arms wide with a challenging grin.

“First day,” she says. “Don’t be late.” With that, she flops down onto the rightmost chair.

Transfixed in bemusement, Caleb watches as Yasha and Veth rush to occupy the next two seats in the makeshift classroom. The Expositor commands a room, it seems.

“Are you comfortable with this?” Essek murmurs as he brushes past as well. “I am willing to be the, ah... wet blanket, if need be.”

Caleb sighs, briefly twining their fingers together and squeezing once before letting him go. “Not comfortable, no, but it’s not a bad idea.”

Someone wolf whistles from the peanut gallery, and Caleb turns a fond glare on them all. All three of them are, of course, the picture of innocence. He shakes his head as Essek settles down primly in the last remaining chair. It’s not exactly the picture of an academic setting, with their glasses of half-finished booze still on the table in front of them and the lot of them draped over armchairs and ottomans.

“Alright,” says Beau, who has not even bothered to put her drink down. She makes a trilling sound that he thinks is probably meant to emulate a school bell. “Hit us.”

"We will be brutally honest," Veth promises. "Which means we will tell you honestly how perfect you are."

"Or if there's anything you could do better," Yasha adds.

Caleb stares back at them. It’s nothing he hasn’t gone over in his own head a hundred times. Even once or twice, to a captive audience of cats. It’s a short class. It will be over before he knows it.

The others look up at him expectantly. Watching him. Waiting. Caleb clears his throat.

"I, ah... feel a bit silly,” he admits.

Without a word, Essek waves a hand, and the familiar faces before him shift to those of strangers.

It’s almost embarrassing how much it helps. Caleb takes a deep breath and lets it out, running through the lesson plan in his head.

"Guten Morgen, class, I am, ah… Professor Widogast." It's the first time he's said that particular pair of words out loud.

"Whoo!" the student who is not Veth shouts.

"Yeah!" the student who is not Beau chimes in.

Caleb gives them a look and straightens his coat. "This is Introductory Transmutation, in room 142, so if you are all in the correct place--"

"Professor?" The student who is not Yasha raises her hand.

"Ah, ja, Miss…"

"Lionett."

Not-Beau slaps a hand over her own mouth and mutters, “Holy shit,” into it.

“Was that too much?” not-Yasha whispers.

“Babe, it was so hot,” not-Beau hisses back.

Caleb clears his throat. "Miss Lionett, do you have a question?"

Not-Yasha seems to suddenly remember her role, and she folds her hands in her lap. "No," she says, "I have to use the bathroom."

Caleb pinches the bridge of his nose as not-Beau bites back a giggle. “Ja, okay, go.”

“Don’t let her go!” not-Veth interjects. “She knew it was almost time for class; she should have gone earlier.”

“Dude, if she has to pee then she has to pee,” not-Beau protests.

Pointedly, not-Essek raises his hand.

Caleb lets himself sigh with relief. “Ja, Master…?”

“Gross, Professor, we don’t need to know about your weird sex dynamics,” not-Beau says.

Not-Essek’s face blooms red, and Caleb presses a hand to his face to hide the same. “You know very well, Beauregard, that it is an honorific.”

Not-Beau shrugs, looking very pleased with herself as she takes another sip of her drink. Not-Essek glares very polite daggers at her before clearing his throat.

“Thelyss,” he answers.

Beau cups both hands around her mouth and boos.

“No, it’s better that he’s honest,” Veth says. “We already know he’s a terrible actor.”

“Herr Thelyss,” Caleb says, raising his voice above the heckling. “Do you have a question?”

Essek leans forward, resting his elbows on the table in a gesture that’s much too endearing. “I wondered what you will be teaching us today, Professor Widogast.”

Caleb tries not to dwell on the way the title hits differently on Essek’s voice, instead straightening up and waving one hand behind him. An illusory chalkboard appears in the air behind him to polite applause from Veth and Yasha. Back on track.

“Well, this is your first day,” he says. “So I know that - Beauregard, please remove your feet from the table - I know that most of your other teachers will be spending time going over the material that you will be covering this semester, but, ah…” What is he meant to be doing with his hands? They feel limp if they’re at his sides, but too formal behind his back and too awkward in front of him. Perhaps he should have a lectern? Somewhere to rest them, or shuffle with papers?

His gaze drifts back to his “students,” who all blink back at him expectantly. Essek inclines his head as though to prompt him on. He clasps his hands in front of his chest, hoping it will do for now.

“Right,” he continues. “Ja, so I thought we would take a look at something more practical to start. We will leave the reading for tomorrow; you have enough of that today.”

He waves his hands again, and behind him, a set of runes and diagrams appears on the chalkboard. Above it is written the word Prestidigitation.

“So, ah, partner up,” he orders. “Introduce yourselves. If there is someone on their own, a group of three is perfectly acceptable.”

“I call Miss Lionett,” Beau shouts, grabbing Yasha’s hand.

“Can I go to the bathroom, first?” Yasha asks.

Caleb gives her an incredulous look.

“I really do need to go,” she says.

He gestures towards the hallway, and she shuffles off. In the meantime, Veth and Essek scoot their chairs closer together. Caleb’s gaze lingers questioningly on Beau, who shakes her head.

“She’s not learning anything tonight, man. Go ahead.”

“Ja, okay,” he says distantly.

It feels silly, explaining the spell to this motley crew. Beau has leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, eyes glassy, clearly not paying an ounce of attention. Essek has produced a piece of paper upon which Veth occasionally scribbles, though the way he periodically nods approval at Caleb’s points betrays his own prior knowledge of the subject. After a few minutes, Yasha returns and attempts to take down notes of her own.

“Is everyone following along?” he asks after a while, knowing it’s a futile question.

“Yep,” Beau lies.

“Hmm.” Yasha hums.

“Perfectly,” Essek says.

“You’re doing amazing, sweetie,” Veth confirms with a wink.

He continues, running them through the various applications one by one. Beau gives him an occasional “uh huh” that he believes not one bit. At one point, he catches Essek take a passing glance at Veth’s paper, widen his eyes, and lean forward to murmur something to her. He isn’t sure he wants to know what that’s about.

“Let’s keep focused, please, everyone,” he reminds them.

Essek waves a hand to signal him to continue. Nothing too scandalous, then. He goes through the final few points, then comes to stop in front of the chalkboard, hands awkwardly clasped again.

“Okay, that is it,” he says. “You have as much time as you require to finish the spell, and when you are finished, I would like one person from each group to demonstrate.”

He gives the others a questioning look. It’s one of the points he’s most worried about. A way to take pressure off some of the slower students could just as easily be a way to unintentionally foster competition and resentment. But none of them objects, so he gives them another nod.

“I suppose we should skip the demonstration portion,” he mumbles.

“I can do it,” Yasha chirps. Without warning, she swings the massive greatsword from her back and sinks the tip into the table, making the others jump. “I made a small mark.”

Caleb covers his eyes with one hand. “Ja, will it go away in one hour?”

Yasha silently places her drink down over the indentation. Caleb sighs. It isn’t as though he has very many guests, anyway.

“I can probably swing producing an odor, for you,” Beau offers. “But I figure you probably don’t want that.”

He ignores her, and instead gives Essek a tight smile.

“Well, would my second group care to demonstrate?”

Beau jerks a thumb in Essek’s direction and fake-coughs to Yasha, “Teacher’s pet.”

Essek ignores her and sits back, fingers working in those little patterns he draws when something has piqued his curiosity. “I believe so,” he says, and nods to Veth.

Caleb raises his eyebrows as all eyes turn to Veth. Though Essek had the courtesy to leave her a halfling, her features and coloring are entirely different - but that wide smile as she stands and rubs both hands together would give her away, no matter the face it was set in. And as Beau swears under her breath, Yasha and Caleb look on wide-eyed, and Essek watches with a smirk, she pulls her hands apart to let loose a shower of sparks.

“You… learned the spell,” Caleb says numbly. He hadn’t imagined any of them were actually paying attention.

“It was an excellent lesson!” Veth replies.

As she takes her seat again, Beau and Yasha give her a smattering of stunned applause. Essek clears his throat pointedly.

“And I guess, maybe, Essek gave me one pointer,” Veth amends with an eye-roll.

“Hey, so your partner system worked,” Yasha points out.

It had. The lesson had worked, the procedure had worked - his teaching had worked. There’s still a little voice in his head reminding him that Veth is brilliant, and an adult, and perfectly capable of learning things like this without even so much as his help - but he can’t deny that it’s his guidance that taught her this particular spell. ‘An excellent lesson,’ Veth had said. In this moment, he’s inclined to believe it might be half true. Caleb realizes very suddenly that he’s beaming.

With a snap of his fingers, Essek dispels the disguises. The soft smile on his face - his real face, and Caleb always misses it dearly when it’s hidden - says he hasn’t failed to notice Caleb’s relief.

“Danke, all of you,” he says sheepishly, waving a hand to vanish the chalkboard.

“Thank you!” Veth says. “For the shiny new spell and for the masterclass in professoring.”

“You were really good,” Yasha agrees. “I’m, uh... I’m sorry about the table.”

He dips his head to hide the way his face is flushing. They exaggerate, the lot of them. But there is something to be said for having friends who will say such things. “Ja, well,” he says, “I am not convinced it will translate to an actual class, but I will hope.”

Beau takes another swig of her drink, wiping her mouth afterwards. “Dude, we were the worst and you still managed to teach somebody something,” she says. “Those kids have nothing on us. You got this.”

He offers her a smile, retrieving his glass from the table as Yasha, Veth, and Essek do the same. He hopes it’s true. He hopes that, separate entirely from his ability to teach them the how of magic, he will be able to keep them safe. That he will be able to keep from passing on any damage he received in his own time in those halls.

He catches Essek’s eye, and the knowing look there puts some of the anxious buzzing to rest. He will be better. He will struggle, most likely. He will stumble, inevitably. But he will give better than he got. He’s been practicing that part for years.

“To Professor Widogast!” Veth shouts, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Professor Widogast,” the others echo, and Caleb smiles.

“To my very good friends,” he replies.

“To the hottest professor the Soltryce Academy has ever seen,” Veth shouts in response, and Caleb nearly chokes on his drink when Essek casually clinks his glass against hers with a nod.

They drink together. Caleb thinks, just a little bit, he might be excited.

-

thanks @peregrintook for reading this over and telling me it wasn't the worst thing i had ever written (in much more generous words than that), and @saturdaysky for catching me red-handed last time i deleted it and being so kind about it 💜

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

All Men Have Limits - VII

Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne

Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.

Word Count: 3,500+

Warning: Mention of domestic violence

Previously on…

“The Court is holding session two weeks from now,” Y/N announced to the group.

“How do we know they’re going through with it after all the recent attention?” Damian challenged.

“They haven’t missed one in over over 20 years.”

“So, what’s the plan?” Dick asked.

Y/N took in a deep breath, “We need a diversion.”

“Diversion?” Jason asked.

She nodded. “The Court has two kinds of protection: the Talons and then the protection they either buy or blackmail. The Talons are at every meeting, making sure nothing goes down and protecting The Court.”

Y/N eyed all of them before continuing – except for Bruce. The two of them hadn’t spoken since their argument, and Y/N hadn’t so much as acknowledged him.

“We need to do something to drag the Talons away from The Court – something big,” Y/N clarified.

“Like what?” Tim asked.

She didn’t say anything. Instead she just awkwardly shifted her weight.

“No,” Dick shut down, being the first to put it together.

“It’s the only way,” she countered.

By now the rest of them had figured out that Y/N wished to put herself in danger once again.

“They almost killed you,” Dick started to get heated.

“Yeah, and they’re even more anxious to kill me after the trouble we caused them. We all know it. The quickest way to get the Talons out of hiding is to dangle me in right front of their faces. Make it so easy that they can’t say no.”

They all went quiet.

“It’s a good idea,” Jason broke the silence.

Jason wasn’t one to beat around the bush. He was brutally honest. Also, he wasn’t scared of a risk. 

Dick glared at him.

But to his surprise, so did Bruce.

“We don’t use our own as bait,” Bruce finally spoke for the first time.

But he wasn’t even looking in Y/N’s vicinity.

That didn’t stop Y/N from rolling her eyes at ‘our own,’ as if she were actually treated the same as everyone in this family.

“Fine,” she snapped. “So what’s your genius plan for getting the Talons away from The Court and where we want them?”

Bruce was quiet, but clearly because he was thinking.

“B, we only have two weeks to get this together,” Dick tried to reason.

Y/N just continued, “While we’re distracting the Talons, the FBI and Gotham PD can raid The Court’s meeting. Security will be at an all-time low and they won’t be able to fight their way out with the distraction of a Talon defense.”

“We can think of another way,” Bruce said. Then he addressed all boys, “We’re heading out for patrol in 15.”

Dick stood up to join them.

To everyone’s shock Y/N and Bruce simultaneously said, “You’re staying here.”

Dick’s brow furrowed. “I’m fine.”

“You’re still injured,” Y/N argued. “You’re stitches aren’t even out yet.”

“You’re staying here with Y/N,” Bruce added on.

Tim, Damian, and Jason all looked at each other in amusement from seeing Bruce and Y/N gain up on Dick.

Bruce muttered out radiuses at the other three boys for patrolling.

“Just to be clear, I’m going back to being a lone wolf when this Court of Owls bullshit is over with,” Jason announced. “But I have to admit, the drama is entertaining.”

“Aww! Come on, J! You know you love the quality family time,” Tim teased.

“I personally can’t wait for him to go away,” Damian mumbled.

“Do you know what a swirly is?” Jason asked the youngest boy.

“No.”

“Do you want to find out?”

Damian looked at Tim for some kind of hint. But Tim just aggressively shook his head in warning.

“Enough,” Bruce warned, but he wasn’t all that annoyed.

When they all left for patrol, Y/N walked to her computers.

“What are you doing?” Dick questioned.

She gave him a look, “Uhhh…doing my job?”

“You did your job,” he countered. “Give yourself a break.”

Y/N knew he was technically right. She already had everything they needed to show the FBI and Gotham PD in order to take down The Court of Owls. Now they just had to wait – even if Bruce wasn’t on board with Y/N’s plan on playing bait.

“Plus,” Dick smirked. “I need someone to entertain me.”

She playfully glared at him. “Oh, I see. So this isn’t about me needing a break. It’s about you needing attention.”

He had no shame. “Maybe.”

Y/N shook her head at his ridiculous, but couldn’t hide her smirk.

“How about I teach you some self defense?” Dick offered.

“Dick! What part of ‘you’re recovering’ is so hard for you to understand?”

He had the audacity to laugh at her reaction. “Fine. Fine. But you should learn a few things at some point.”

Then Dick started walking to the training area, specifically where all the gymnastics equipment was.

Y/N hadn’t seen anyone using it while she was down there, but she assumed it was mostly for Dick.

Without warning, Dick did a press handstand mount on the balance beam, and then he held the handstand.

“Dick! Stop!” Y/N said in a panic.

And she did exactly what he wanted, leaving her computer and walking down to where he was on the balance beam.

“What?” He shrugged as he now stood on the balance beam. “It’s just a handstand. Relax.”

“I swear to god, Dick Grayson, if you do a fucking flip on that thing…”

“You’ll what?” He challenged with a smirk. “Come up here and stop me.”

Y/N crossed her arms and glared at him. “Fine. I will.”

Dick was beaming from his success.

Y/N might not be a gymnast or a vigilante the same way as all of them, but she wasn’t completely hopeless when it came to athletics. She managed to lift herself up enough to sit on the balance beam.

However, standing up was an entirely different thing.

“Fuck,” Y/N muttered under her breath.

“You got it,” Dick encouraged.

But he was still walking across towards her as if the thing was a runway.

“Have these things always been this fucking narrow? I thought it was like width of bleacher seats.”

Dick chuckled as he offered her a hand.

“I got you. Come on,” he urged her softly.

Y/N slowly stood on the balance beam, but gripped Dick’s hands tightly.

“I have some newfound respect,” she laughed lightly as she looked down at their feet.

“Harder than it looks,” Dick agreed.

“Do you think you could’ve gone to the Olympics?” Y/N genuinely asked.

He shrugged, “Who knows. Probably not.”

But Y/N knew he was most likely being modest.  

Then Dick let go of her hands to grip her waist, “Try walking.”

“I feel like we’re in Dirty Dancing. You know, like the scene where they’re working on lifts and walking across the log in the woods.”

He smiled.

Y/N lost her balance a little bit and panicked.

But Dick’s grip on her waist was strong. “You’re OK. I got you.”

It was hard to focus on balancing and walking when his gentle voice said things like that to her, making her stomach drop and her heartbeat quicken.

And it all proved to be too much when Y/N really lost her balance and there was no stopping her from falling. She shoved into Dick too hard, making him lose his grip as well.

But as they fell, Dick quickly maneuvered their bodies so he took the fall and caged her body protectively.

Y/N instantly sat up in hysterics.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Are you OK?” Y/N cried out as her eyes went down to where he still had stitches, half expecting blood to be on his t-shirt from the wound reopening.

But Dick was laughing his ass off.

“It’s not funny!” She slapped his chest.

“I’m not made of glass, Y/N.”

She couldn’t keep her own amusement in check much longer and started laughing along with him.

But then Dick’s phone lit up and vibrated beside them. It must’ve fallen out of his pocket when they fell.

Y/N didn’t mean to look. She really didn’t. But her eyes couldn’t stop from reading the name ‘Barbara Gordon’ on the screen.

Her smile dropped for some reason.

But Dick didn’t see the problem.

He casually reached over and looked at the message.

Y/N moved off of Dick. “Texting your ex?”

Dick narrowed his eyes at the framing of her question. “Do you know every woman I’ve ever dated?”

She smirked at that. “Maybe.”

“Yes, I am. She’s a friend.” He tilted his head. “Don’t you stay in touch with any of your exes?”

Y/N shrugged and shook her head. “I don’t really have any ex-boyfriends. Just…” she hesitated, “people I’ve hooked up with or whatever.”

Dick nodded slowly.

“Why hasn’t she been around?” Y/N changed the subject quickly.

“She’s been working her own case – had to go undercover for awhile.”

She nodded. But wasn’t looking at him as they talked now.

“You know…just because that’s what’s happened in the past doesn’t mean that it always has to be that way,” he told her quietly.

“Easy for you to say.”

Dick winced a bit. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Her gaze finally moved up from the floor to his. “You’re a serial monogamist. Being in relationships is easy for you.”

“That’s what you think of me?” Dick couldn’t hide the hurt in his voice. “You think I don’t know how to be alone?”

“I didn’t say that,” she quickly defended.

“But that’s what you were implying.”

Y/N got up from the mats and started to leave.

“No. Don’t do that,” Dick caught her arm.

“Do what?” She challenged as she pulled her arm away from him.

“Don’t make up problems that don’t exist, Y/N.”

She huffed at that.

“Yeah, I’ve been in serious relationships for most of my life. Not because I didn’t know how to be alone, but because I loved them.” He shook his head. “I know men have treated you like shit, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to do the same.”

“What are we even talking about, Dick?” She shot back.

How did they get from messing around on a balance beam to discussing their non-existent relationship?

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. You’re one of the smartest people I know. Act like it.”

It wasn’t until now that Dick saw how Bruce and Y/N were similar. He’d never met anyone else that could push people away like they did. But it was clear they both thought it was easier and less complicated to isolate themselves. 

Maybe that’s why they gravitated toward each other. Like if the faced it together than they were cheating their way out of their own rules.

Except Dick couldn’t help but wonder what Y/N’s life could look like with someone who really loved her, who showed her that she didn’t have to face the world alone. Obviously he wanted to be that person for her. But his ego wasn’t too proud to allow someone else to do that for her. Even if it hurt like hell.

“Dick, I can’t–”

But he didn’t let her say another word, and his lips crashed against hers.

She tried to be stubborn and pull away, but he wasn’t letting her get away.

Dick deepened the kiss. This wasn’t like the night of the gala. It wasn’t innocent and soft. No, this was filled with fire and infatuation.

Dick wasn’t being polite anymore. His hands slipped under her t-shirt to grasp her waist, needing to feel her and refusing to allow fabric between his touch and her skin.

Maybe he was trying to prove something to Y/N now.

But just when Y/N was about to push it further, Dick pulled away.

Their lips were both swollen.

And he kept close to her, tempting her with another kiss – but not giving in.

“You don’t want to talk about it? Fine.” His voice was raspy.

Eventually he’d push her to talk about them. For now, he’d let her figure things out.

“But don’t convince yourself that I’m no one to you.”

———————

Y/N couldn’t sleep.

Her mind was restless.

She knew Dick had been right: she was trying to point out issues that didn’t exist, picking unnecessary fights.

Getting Dick frustrated was a great way to stop herself from actually reflecting on how she was starting to feel about him.

Instead of tossing and turning in bed, Y/N decided to go to the library. She hadn’t spent much time there – too busy practically living in cave. But it had intrigued her since she arrived. It was so beautiful, and even large enough to hide in.

She was a hour or so into a book she grabbed from the shelves when someone cleared their throat.

Y/N jumped in fright and looked up to see Bruce leaning against one of the book shelves.

His hair was wet and he was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. Clearly he’d just taken a shower.

“You’re back early,” she noted.

It wasn’t even 4AM yet.

“Quiet night. The boys had patrolling handled.”

She just nodded and went back to her book.

But Bruce’s presence made it impossible for her to even focus enough on the words to keep reading. So, she faked it.

“I owe you an apology.”

Her stare snapped up.

“I should not have spoken to you the way I did.”

Y/N was silent.

“It was unfair, and I was mistaken. I apologize.”

Y/N watched him for a moment before saying, “Apology accepted.”

She expected him to leave after that. He’d checked his little box. Now they could both move on.

“I was scared,” Bruce confessed. “That I was going to find you dead. And then I was scared Dick would lose it and…” His words died out.

“Well… you hid that very easily.”

“I have to.”

“I know. But you don’t realize how frustrating that can be for other people.”

Bruce sighed and frowned. “I understand.”

Y/N finally put her book down and got up from the love seat to slowly walk to where Bruce was standing.

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you,” she apologized softly. “And I’m sorry for scaring you. I was only doing what I thought was right.”

Bruce didn’t even realize what he doing until he pulled Y/N into his arms and felt her bury her face into his chest and hug him back. He tightened his hold around her, breathing in her hair.

Y/N was surprised by his hug, but she was grateful for it.

She closed her eyes and breathed him in. It was either his body wash or his cologne, but Bruce always smelled like musk and wood. Y/N was rarely close enough to smell it this well. But when she did, it instantly soothed her.

“Why are you up so late?” Bruce asked when they finally pulled away.

Y/N let out a long sigh, “Just couldn’t sleep.”

“Come on. I’ll make you some tea.”

“You do not know how to make tea,” she answered while trying not to laugh.

“I am not as hopeless in the kitchen as you’d imagine,” he told her with a smirk.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” she replied, as she followed him downstairs.

True to his word, Bruce made Y/N lavender tea, making it just as Alfred had taught him as a child.

He gave her a smug smirk when he handed her one of the mugs and saw how surprised she was by him.

Y/N never expected he would linger. 

But an hour later, they were still sitting on the barstools at the island.

The conversation was slow, but light.

Now that Y/N had spent so much time with the family, she mostly talked about the boys with Bruce, asked him questions about each of them.

It was easier for him to talk about them than himself – or them. 

Little did Bruce know, Y/N was learning so much more about him from the way he talked about all of them.  

Bruce was subtle, but Y/N could tell how proud he was of all of them – even Jason, who he had a tumultuous relationship with. He loved them with all his heart, even though he was terrible at showing it.

“Damian’s the only one who still lives here. Tim has a penthouse in the city. And Dick is constantly jumping around place to place. But it’s been...nice having them around so much recently,” Bruce admitted with hesitation.

“And what about Jason?” She asked. “He never seems to stay here.”

Bruce hid his sadness and disappointment well, but Y/N could still see it.

“I’m lucky Jason even speaks to me,” he answered darkly. “He tends to like his space and prefers to…keep to himself.”

She nodded, not forcing the subject more.

But then her eyes got a glimpse of the clock. And she looked inside her now empty mug. How long ago did she finish it?

“I should probably attempt to get at least a couple hours of sleep,” she murmured as she got up from the stool. 

Bruce nodded, and did that thing where men stand up as soon as a woman does.

No matter how many times he did it, Y/N was always caught off guard by it.

“Thank you for the tea,” her voice was so quiet, but sincere. She smiled, “I’m sorry for ever doubting your skills.”

He grinned and watched her leave.

But when Y/N reached the edge of the kitchen she turned around. “If I asked you a question, would you answer truthfully? And I mean really answer.”

Bruce observed her for a few seconds. 

He knew she deserved his honesty.

They constantly answered each other’s questions with questions. It was like a dance – or a fight – which one probably just depended on the day.

He nodded.

“It’s okay if I am. Really, it is.” She took a short inhale. “But was I just another one of Bruce Wayne’s conquests?”

The desperation for honesty was so clear in her face and voice. If he said ‘yes,’ it would hurt her, but she would get over it. After all, that’s what she’d been assuming all this time.

Bruce did not have the words. Furthermore, he saw this for what it was: the two of them approaching dangerous territory.

But he owed her this.

Bruce didn’t break her stare as he carefully shook his head.

“Goodnight, Bruce.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

——————

LATER THAT NIGHT/EARLY MORNING…

Bruce knew Dick would be in the gym in the manor.

Everyone trained in the cave, so Dick knew no one would find him there. And he could workout in peace without being reprimanded about resting and being cautious about his injuries.

Dick had been sprinting on the treadmill when Bruce walked in.

When he spotted his entrance in the mirror, Dick stopped the machine.

He was dripping in sweat, proving that he’d been training hard – too hard for his condition.

Wonder where he learned that from…

“What’s up?” Dick asked as he wiped his face with a towel.  

“I had a feeling you weren’t resting,” Bruce said as he crossed his arms.

“I’m fine,” Dick shot back.

But he did a double take when he realized how deep in thought Bruce seemed to me. He was staring off, an extremely unusual thing for him. 

“Bruce?” Dick asked with concern. 

“Y/N’s parents abused her,” Bruce told him firmly all of the sudden. “Her father was an alcoholic – beat her and his wife. Her mother emotionally and mentally terrorized her. After running away countless times, Y/N was finally able to emancipate herself at 16.”

Dick’s entire body froze. “How do you know that?”

“She told me.” 

Bruce didn’t mean to sound smug. 

But Dick still took it that way. 

“For obvious reasons, she didn’t go into great detail. But I filled in the blanks with research – though she’s hid her past well, as you can imagine. She was homeless after that. Broke in where she could. Tried to stay off the streets. Even dressed like a boy for safety.”

Dick felt sick as he listened. Stories like this were all too familiar to their family. 

“One day, she saw someone coding on their computer at a coffee shop. She had always overachieved at computer science in school, and it intrigued her. As you and I both know, she caught on rather quickly.”  

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because she’s not going to,” Bruce replied as if it’s obvious.

Dick scowled, still not putting together the deeper meaning. They had never shared a conversation like this before. And it was confusing him.

Was Bruce trying to shove his past with Y/N in Dick’s face?

“I was the first person she ever shared her past with,” Bruce said slowly. “And it took me far too long to realize that I mishandled her trust. I did not deserve it.”

Dick could see the regret on Bruce’s face as he spoke.

But Dick finally understood what Bruce was actually trying to tell him: ‘If she does you the same honor, don’t you dare make the same mistake I did.’

“I understand,” was all Dick responded with.

Bruce gave a curt nod.

“Need I remind you that the cave has cameras?”

Bruce saw them kiss. But little did he know, it wasn’t their first.

Dick only quirked an eyebrow as if it say, ‘So? What of it?’

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Part 8

Guys, I was 30 minutes early. You’re welcome. 

I want to point out that Y/N’s dark past was always part of the story. But I avoided actually including it because I am not a fan of fanfic writers often romanticizing abuse or mental health issues or other serious matters. I just want everyone to know that I take things like this seriously and I’m not just using them as a plot point. 

So here is a resource if you or someone you know is a victim of domestic violence. 

[applepi-1]

They overhear someone say something bad about them to you

mha x haikyuu

Bakugou x y/n

Bokuto x y/n

Akaashi x y/n

--

You were standing by a door waiting for Bakugou, you decided to occupy yourself by playing a game on your phone. "Y/n?" You hummed as someone called your name, it didn't sound like anyone you knew, so you didn't lift your head. "Whatcha playing?"

"Piano tiles." You turned your phone off and looked at the stranger, seeing it was a guy from your class.

"Oh, what are you doing today?"

"Oh... uh, probably hang out in Bakugou's dorm, and draw." You shrug a shoulder and placed your phone in your -Bakugou's- jacket pocket.

"Why are you still with him, if you don't mind me asking..."

"I do mind, actually."

"I mean all he does is yell and call you dumbass."

"I'm sorry, are you with us 24/7?" The boy stayed silent, proving your point, "Exactly." He looked at you as you looked back at the door watching it open.

"Teddy bear!" You smiled as he yelled at you, which would confuse a lot of people. But not you.

"Hey, you ready?"

"YEAH!" He grabbed your hand and began to walk away, dragging you with him. Once you reached his house, you changed into one of his shirts and a pair of shorts you left. Bakugou walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Look beautiful in my shirt." You smiled as he nuzzled his head into your neck.

"Hm." You kissed his cheek before hugging him back.

"Why are you still with me...?" you sighed, and grabbed his face making him look at you.

"Is this about what that asshole said?"

"Maybe..." You're the only one who's seen Bakugou like this.

"Your eyes."

"Huh?"

"It was your eyes. When I first met you, I saw the pain and the hard work you went through to get here today. I saw the real you. Eyes tell the story of where ones been and where ones going. I saw someone who was dedicated to his dream, remembering why he's here in the first place. I saw someone who wanted to open up to someone, but was scared of being judged." Bakugou's heart melted at your words. "But I am the last person to judge you, Baku-babe. I love you, and I can care less if you call me a dumbass. Or yell. Because I know you still love me." Bakugou smiled at your and kissed you softly.

"I love you."

"The brightest eyes have cried the most tears, and I will never let you cry another tear, my love."

--

You sighed against your desk, letting your head rest against it. Today you felt drained, and tired. Bokuto knew that so he made it his goal to make you feel better. He stopped at your class door seeing your head on your desk, he sighed and was about to walk in till he heard some girls talk to you. "You okay, Y/n?"

"Hm? Yeah, just tired."

"Yeah, you've been going to your boyfriend's practice?"

"Yeah, it's supposed to be a practice match with Karasuno."

"Isn't that the team where Bakuto goes into Emo mode?" You furred your brows as they laughed.

"Yeah... I guess..."

"Does that ever get annoying?"

"No, why would it?"

"He's like a child. One minute he's smiling the next he's moping."

"And why does he smile so much? I mean he's also very-"

"Excuse me?" The girls shut up as you spoke. "Bakuto is no child, trust me. And Emo mode is not just one emotion, it's every emotion, it can be when he's happy, or sad, mad, anything. Even sexual." You smirked standing up throwing your bag over your shoulder, the girl's eyes grew. "He smiles because he knows he's not letting anyone down, and trust me, he doesn't. Even if he goes into Emo Mode, sad mode. It's because he thinks he's letting them down. But Akaashi is on the court, reminding him he's not. I'm in the stands reminding him, he's not. Now if you excuse me, I have a boyfriend to cheer on." You went to walk to the door stopping when you see black and white hair, sighing you walked over to him slipping your hand into his. He jumped looking down at you.

"Oh, hey baby owl." You smiled at the nickname before kissing his cheek.

"Don't let what they said to go to the heart. I love your smile. The prettiest smiles hide the most secrets. But I know all your secrets and I love your pretty smile no less."

--

You were walking into the gym when you felt arms wrap around you. You laughed at your touchy boyfriend, pulling away to see him. "Hey, Aka."

"Hey, baby. How was your day?" You shrugged your shoulders as kids from your school and his gathered into the gym, giving you both jealousy glares. You rolled your eyes at them before kissing your boyfriend quickly.

"It was okay, I was missing you all day though." Going to a different school meant distance.

"Oi, get your hands off our manager!" You looked at Noya and sighed.

"Noya, he's my boyfriend, he can touch me all he wants." To be honest, that came out wrong, Tsukishima and Tanaka smirked at you two as Asahi bent down to your level.

"Would you like a bible? Or some holy water?"

"Asahi, I hate to break it to you buddy, you're the only holy one here." He sighed at you patted his head.

"I want head pats." Bokuto looked at his friend then at you.

"He's always so soft when it comes to you, Y/n." You laughed running your fingers through his hair.

"Hm, I like it."

"Okay! You guys... Y/n, remove the boyfriend." You looked at Couch Ukai and laughed.

"Babes, you have to let me go." He sighed before kissing you softly.

"Fine, see you after?"

"Hm," You leaned your head down, lowering your voice so only he could hear. "I'll be secretly cheering you on." He smiled to himself before kissing you once more. You looked at the team who were giving you looks, you sighed placing your hands on your hips. "It was something holy and sweet, trust me Asahi." He looked at you closely.

"She's not lying, come on we need to stretch and stuff." You watched as they did that, sitting down beside Kiyoko. You snuck a glance at your boyfriend who was also stretching, you heard girls wolf whistle at your man as he bent over.

"Quit staring at your man's ass." You blushed and looked at Kiyoko.

"Can't help it. He has a nice ass." Akaashi looked at you as if he knew you were talking about him, you winked at him making him send one back.

He wishes he can hold you, but he knows he needs to win for that to happen. "Akaashi, your girls checking you out." That's when he looked at you and saw you staring, he winked back at you, smiling to himself. "You are so lucky."

"I know."

Once the match started you cheered on your team, but secretly cheered for your boyfriend.

"Akaashi can't stop looking at his girlfriend."

"Can you blame him, she's hot."

"Yeah, Akaashi is hot too, tho." You tried to block out the voices you heard focusing on the game, but you saw how your boyfriend's jaw clenched, can he hear them too? "How can she get a guy like him?"

"Right, he's clingy, the other day I saw Bokuto pry Akaashi off her. I mean dude, I don't blame ya, but damn." You rolled your eyes at the comment.

"More like, she has him hooked. Poor guy fell for someone so ugly." They were talking about you two in two different ways, the boys were talking about how hot you are and the girl was talking about how hot your boyfriend is. You looked at Akaashi, seeing him frown a little, so he can hear them. Your boyfriend really is a big softy, he's also very insecure. You love it when he clings on to you, and he does it because all his exes cheated on him because he'd either not give them attention, or because he gave too much attention. To you, he gave just enough, never too much. You can be studying, and he'd make you stand before setting you down on his lap so he can hold you while you study. Or sometimes he's just dragged you away from everyone so he can hold you. Moments like those made you happy knowing he just wanted to hold you out of nowhere. You love him for that. Once the game was over you made your way to your winner boyfriend and smiled.

"You played so well, baby." You kissed his head, but he wouldn't even wrap his arms around you, that was the confirmation you needed before you lifted his head kissing him. He grabbed your waist hesitantly and kissed you back. You could hear some cheering and some scoffing, but you didn't care. You pulled away and whispered against his lips, "You can never be too clingy to me, baby. I love you no matter what." He looked you in the eye, seeing how serious you were, making him sigh and wrap his arms around you, holding you tightly. "The kindest hearts, have felt the most pain. But baby, with me, your heart never has to fear being in pain again. I love your kind heart the way it is. Nobody or nothing can change my mind. You're stuck with me."

[dan-heron]

Owl House story ideas

so, last week I saw a youtube video talking about disney cancelling TOH but it was just repeating what Dana said a while ago; and from a clickbait channel from what people tell me so yeah. For some reason it got me thinking of old ideas I never got to work on, either drawing or writing them, so I thought to share them and have them as a reminder to work on them at some point Hexside students on Earth, basically Willow, Gus, Amity, Boscha and Skara end up in Earth, some time before the beginning of canon, and Eda closes the portal without noticing she stranded the kids on the other side. Mostly slice of life, some character growth, Luz getting closer to her classmates and such. I imagined the first chapter opening with Camila realizing Luz brought friends to the house and hopes Luz tells her about it on her own in case she thinks Camila would say no, cut to earlier on the day with Luz screaming in panic as she's swung on the air by Amity's abomination after a bad first impression A different Earth, I was thinking of something happening on Earth that makes the world become something like what you would see on a Capcom game, with Biocurses, crazy science, super athletic normal humans that punch rocks or casually carry huge weapons and junk, and life just going with the new normal. Like, Luz's school having self defense classes against monsters, Luz carrying expandable batons Azura and Hecate painted in green and purple of course, etc. Mostly just silly ideas Monster High/Camp like, but pg. A year before canon, the school decides to call Camila like they did on the beginning of canon and Luz is signed up for a camp, on the day she's going to take the bus she's a bit dejected but there's no Owlbert that gets her away from the road and Luz climbs on the bus for the camp. Turns out a bus for a supernatural camp was on the area and saw Luz with her stuff and the driver thought "hey, another kid for the monster camp" and just opened the door to let her in. Luz only notices when the big red demon girl sitting next to her asks her if she has watched any new anime this season. Luz is pretty much the straigh man in this one, her monsters friends figure out she's a human pretty quickly but they keep the secret because they take a liking to Luz pretty much from the beginning. It wouldn't be the actual Monster High/Camp crew, maybe expies or different ages, and the humor and situations closer to TOH. The end of the story would probably have Luz texting her monster friends about the her first day in the boiling islands Club friend. The blond cheerleader and Luz arrive earlier to the Romeo and Juliet tryouts and the two start a friendship after a rough start. Cheerleader, remembering all the other stuff Luz has done in other classes, says some unkind things to Luz, immediately regrets it when Luz decides to leave and the two get to talk. Mostly bouncing Luz's ideas to make sure she doesn't freak out the rest of the club. Maybe add the other theater girl, the one people thought as the human version of Willow, have them visit Luz before she leaves for summer camp, get dragged to the Boiling Islands shenanigans, go back to Earth at the end of the day, bring quality junk for Eda as payment to let her use the portal, realize there is a new Luz after they lost contact with their Luz, you know normal human girls things New friends, basically Luz goes to different places earlier on and makes friends. Check the library earlier and find Amity reading to the kids, explore the forest and arrive Hexside to find Boscha playing cool magic sports. Just random ideas of first meetings without any baggage Black Rock Shooter, Yomi and Mato landing in the Boiling Islands after they escape Otherworld in the OVA, caused by Dead Master's last bit of influence. Yomi wanted to get away from the world and Mato wanted to be with Yomi, it doesn't matter if they end up in another world, right? They would arrive some time earlier than Luz, without help from somebody like Eda they manage to make a humble living between the two and get a little hole in

the wall for themselves; Yomi cleaning houses, doing some cooking and growing plants, while Mato is a delivery girl and harvests Trash Slugs if Eda hasn't beaten her to the punch, sometimes playing music on the market for some more snails. They have no idea their Others brought them to the demon realm, and when they meet Luz they think she's trapped there too for awhile Cursed Luz, always a classic. The beasts takes the magic of the witch to transform, since Luz doesn't have a bile sac the curse can't trigger a transformation, at least not quickly. Luz eats, drinks and breathes small particles of magic that are taken by the curse until it finally manages to transforms her, and much less potion is needed to undo the effects but there's still some of the usual angst and feels for the people of the owl house. Mostly an excuse to think of possible cursed forms, there's always the owlet but a wolf puppy was also in the cards That's all for now, tho the reveal of the new BRS anime reminded me of some old BRS ideas too, but it's getting late XD

[thiswasinevitableid]

since i am obsessed <33333 with the sternclay fill you did for this prompt, can you do 57 with indruck nsfw?

Here it is! Note: this mentions mating talk.

57: we’re fighting over the last box of half-off valentine’s day chocolate and end up in a “who has it worse” battle

This is it. Duck’s new low. Standing under the high ceilings of Wal-Mart at two in the morning, trying to decide if his dignity can take the hit of someone seeing him scale the shelves to grab the lone leftover bag of valentine’s candy.

Fuck it, those are Ghiradeli caramel squares, he deserves them after today.

Just as he’s choosing his foothold, a large, feathery shape rounds the corner. It figures that the one other customer in the store would need to be in the exact same place as him. He’ll just wait the mothman out.

Duck’s mostly used to seeing random monsters around town; back in the fifties, an interstellar gate opened up in Kepler, making it the home of a small population of cryptids know as Sylphs. When he was younger, he hated the fact he grew up in such a weird-ass place, but these days his brain barely differentiates them from the other Keplerites. They come to the national forest where he works, order their dinners in line ahead of him and, apparently, come to big box stores in the dead of night.

“Ah, excellent.” The mothman chirps, grabbing the bag of caramel squares from the top shelf.

“Hey!”

The antenna-topped head swivels, owl-like, and red eyes regard him with surprise, “Yes? Oh, apologies” he tucks his wings in “I didn’t mean to block your way.

“That ain’t it. I was gonna buy that.” He points at the bag.

The creature cocks his head, “But it was still on the shelf.”

“Yeah, because we ain’t all seven feet tall. I was about to grab it.”

“It’s not my fault you’re short.”

Duck bites back an unkind retort, sighs, “will you just give me the damn bag?”

“Absolutely not. I’ve had a very bad day and this is my conciliation prize.”

“You’ve had a bad day? I went out to a singles night for the first time after gettin dumped a month ago. Figured I’d finds someone to take home, but not a single fuckin person OR Sylph was interested. If anyone needs that candy, it’s me.”

A haughty flick of antenna, “I see your disappointing evening and raise you a reminder that it’s been five years to the day that anyone’s wanted to touch you.”

“Please, this town is crawlin with monsterfuckers, you can’t find someone to mess up those pretty feathers, that sounds like a problem with your personality.”

The mothman chirrs, annoyed, “There’s no need for such remarks. Wait, what was that about my feathers?”

Okay, so maybe Duck has jerked off to mothman porn once or twice. Or a few dozen times. He’s not about to admit that here.

“Uh, I, uh, fuck, I don’t not know, fuck-” he grabs for the bag, hoping to distract the Sylph. It works, but the mothman simply raises it above his head. Duck growls, too committed to his bad idea to back down now, and jumps for it.

A toothy grin, “Since we’re speculating, maybe everyone you encountered tonight was simply in search of a taller partner.”

“Fuck you, I’m five six.”

“What was that? It’s rather hard to hear you down there.”

“That’s it fluffball” He jumps again, fingers grazing the bag before it’s passed to the mothman’s upper set of hands. Mid-leap, he can tell he’s going to fall on his fucking knees, and a broken bone is the last thing he needs. His body acts on panic and wraps his arms and legs around the only stable thing.

“What in the world are you doing?” The mothman trills, lower hands catching Duck’s legs so he doesn’t slide straight to the floor.

“Tryin to get what’s mine.”

“This is ridiculous.” He keeps the candy out of reach as Duck tries to climb him.

“I know, but I ain’t about to let you win.”

“Gentlemen.”

They stop grappling and stare at the beleaguered employee at the end of the aisle.

“Please just get out. Don’t even worry about paying for that, it’s like two bucks and that is not worth dealing with you for.”

They both mumble an apology. Then he lunges up, snatching the bag while his opponent is distracted and bolts for the door. He’s without his car, so he’s half a block from the store when a shadow glides overhead and drops down in front of him.

“That was rude.”

“So was insultin me.”

“You started it.” The cryptid looms over him, “and you only have minor ego bruising to blame for your short temper and poor judgement. I spent the entirety of my day arguing on the phone with government officials until one of them finally listened to me about a dam bursting north of here. I, I deserve something nice.” The last part is said more softly, as if he’s not sure he believes it. That slaps Duck back to his usual sensible state.

Duck sighs, reaches for the cryptid’s arm, “Look man, how about we-”

When his hand makes contact the mothman purrs, then flattens his antenna. Duck runs his hand up the smooth chitin, making the purr double in strength.

“I, I apologize. I didn’t even know this could happen with a human so I did not check the futures for it.”

“For what?”

“I, my kind use playfighting and chase as a mating ritual. Which, combined with those gentle touches just now, means my body thinks you’re a potential partner.”

A thrill creeps up his spine, and he pets the Sylph once more just to hear him purr, “So, uh, what should I do?”

“I suggest you take the candy and” he shudders, “walk home, and we both pretend this never happened.”

“What happens if I run?” Duck sets his hand on the down of the cryptids chest, shivering as it sinks into the fluff.

The mothman looks at him, confusion warring with desire on his face, “I chase you. And since I foresee you asking, if I catch you I will take you then and there unless you tell me not to.”

“Got it.” Duck steps back, smiles when the cryptid tries to follow his touch and then catches himself. He could just walk home and wolf down his hard-won candy. But they’re right by his shortcut through the forest to his house and no one has wanted to chase him for months…

He takes off into the trees.

For the first few yards there’s no sound but crunching leaves and his breathing. Then soft, determined wing-beats glide through the treetops. The canopy is thick here and no one but him knows this path, so he likes his odds of making it home. He even knows where the most troublesome roots are so he won’t trip and lose ground.

Duck’s nearly home when nature betrays him; a deer springs across his path, startling him and sending him to the ground. He scrambles up, listening for signs of the Sylph’s location, but the wingbeats are gone. Did he give up? Is he lying in wait up ahead? Did Duck actually lose him?

The questions spin through his mind as he scans the treetops. There’s nothing, only shadows and bark.

“You know” a voice lilts, coiling around him, “I’d think someone who worked in the woods would know many moths excel at camouflage.”

Red eyes appear in the branches to his right. He gets out a single “fuck” before the mothman swoops down and knocks him into the leaf litter. The candy hits the dirt a few feet away as he’s roughly rolled onto his stomach.

“Holy fuck.” He pants as clawed hands undo his pants and push his shirt up his back, “holy fuUUUuuck, oh christ that’s good.” He rests his head on his forearms as the mothman drags his tongue up his back again.

“Mmmmm, what a lovely little mate I’ve caught.” One set of hands pulls his pants and boxers to his knees while the other caresses his ass, “all dressed up too. I cannot imagine why others passed you up tonight but I am glad they did. Hmmm” claws prick his inner thighs as they’re pushed as wide as they’ll go, “you’re a bit aroused already-”

“Wonder why.” He teases.

“-but I ought to make sure you’re ready to take my cock.” A long, flexible tongue traces circles on his folds. He groans, pushes his hips back in hopes of getting more. The Sylph grants his wish with a purr, thrusting his tongue in hungrily. Duck moans, then snickers into his arms.

“‘At’s ‘o ‘unny?”

“F-feathers, ticklish.” Is what he manages to get out before the tongue curls and finds his G-spot, making it impossible to focus on anything but the being behind him. But the Sylph only gives him a minute of delicious sensation before pulling back.

“There, now you’re ready. I, ah, I suggest you hold on.”

“To whatAHFUCK, fuck, jesusfuckingchrist” his fingers dig into the earth and dead twigs scrape his knees as the Sylph grips his hips and shoves in all at once. The upper set of hands drops to either side of his head as the cryptid hunches over him, snapping his hips while sharp trills and chirps fill the air.

“That’s it sweet one, goodness, years without a partner and the first warm hole I can catch is a tight one, I, I do so love fucking humans for that reason alone, but you, you feel exquisite, ohyes, yesyesyes” he chirrs triumphantly and Duck moans; he’s never been able to feel a partner cum like this. When he glances down his torso, he’s surprised to see the droplets shimmering in the moonlight as they drip down his thighs.

“That was fuckin incredibleAH!” He’s flipped onto his back, the mothmans body blocking out the sky.

“Did you think we were done?” He’s grinning again, the expression as charming as the starlight on his feathers.

“Kinda? Not, uh, not that I mind if you wanna go again.”

“I do.” The cryptid lifts his legs, removing his shoes and clothes as he adds, “again, and again, and again. After all, look how much it likes you” He adjusts so Duck can see his dick. It’s not the size that startles him; it’s the series of ridges on it and the fact that it’s fucking pulsing like it’s got a mind of it’s own.

Duck spreads his legs, “Only it likes me?”

“I’m beginning to share it’s opinion” The tip presses in and the purring intensifies, “though I must say you’ll need to be far more polite and submissive a mate to make up for your--ohgoodness--earlier behavior.”

“Yeah?” Duck smirks, dragging his hands up the soft feathers of his chest, then glides them out to stroke his inner wing “how’s that for a start?”

The Sylph’s chirrs change, growing needier the more Duck pets him, “So very good. No, no one has touched my wings in years.”

Duck studies their sheen, the little speckles of grey and white, and digs his fingers deeper, “Damn shame.”

A soft trill accompanied by three demanding thrusts and then cum spills into him once more.

“Heh, you like when I compliment your feathers? Ohfuckyes” He moans as the Sylph starts thrusting, slower than before but made far more obscene by the sound of his cum being fucked back into Duck’s body.

“I, I do.” He drops his forehead to rest above the top of Duck’s head, “it’s been so long. As you said, this town is full of people who would gladly take a werewolf to bed but have...reservations about one such as me.”

“Their loss” Duck nuzzles the ruff of feathers around the Sylphs neck, runs his hands greedily along his wings, “these alone are so fuckin gorgeous there oughta be a line of folks beggin for the chance to mess ‘em up while they ride you.”

The mothman whimpers, chirps when Duck leans sideways to trail kisses along his right wing. His hips are moving lazily in time with the roll of Duck’s own and he sighs with every thrust, as if Duck is his favorite place to be.

“Got some broken feathers.” He murmurs.

“A peril of fast flights and living alone. It’s better if someone else pulls them free and grooms them for you.”

“I could do that.”

A hungry moan as the mothman noses his hair, “You’re making me wish I hadn’t caught you so soon; had we played longer, my ovipositor would have joined the fun, and you’re so wonderful a mate I ought to lay in you.”

“Jesusfuck” Duck fists his hands into his chest feathers, bucking his hips.

“Oh, do you like that? The thought of being a handsome little hole for me to stuff my eggs in?”

“Yes, holy fuck yes.”

The thrusts turn demanding, “Just one more way in which you’re perfect. You’re strong, you’ve a lovely shape” one hand runs possessively across Duck’s belly and chest, “and it only takes a little bit of vigorous fucking to make you well-behaved and willing to be properly mated.”

“Fuck, fuckin christ that’s goodOH, ohfuckrightthere” one of the ridges is catching his dick, pushing him towards orgasm, “please don’t stop, don’t you dare fuckin stop-”

“Never” it comes out in a growl, “I want to see you be a good little human and cum on my cock while I fill you up. Oh yes, yes” he smiles down at him, “it seems you’re about to oblige meAHhnnnn, goodness you tighten so nicely when you finish” he speeds up, jostling Duck as his climax renders him limp, “yes, yes sweet one hold out just a moment, nnnf, oh, ohyes” He spills into him, Duck’s body unable to contain it all and sending it running down the cryptid’s shaft and the humans thighs. Then the mothman eases out with a low chirp and sits back on his heels.

Duck flops his arms about until he finds plastic, pulling the bag of candy to him as he sits up. He yanks it open, undoes the foil, and freezes. The cryptid isn’t looking at him, isn’t making any noise. He’s just hunched forward, antenna flattening.

“You okay?” Duck finishes freeing the chocolate square.

“Yes” there’s a sniff, “yes I’ll be fine.”

“That ain’t quite what I asked.” He holds the candy out. Antenna twitch, but the mothman keeps his head down.

“I apologize, I, I meant to wait until you left but I, I got overwhelmed. You were so sweet, you let me do all that and I, I don’t even know your name.”

“That’s an easy fix. I’m Duck. It’s a nickname.”

The cryptid finally looks up, takes the offered treat between his claws, “I’m Indrid.” He pops the candy in his mouth and chews miserably.

Duck pulls his boxers on to avoid getting any more pine needle pokes on his ass, then scoots closer, “So, uh, Indrid. Is there somethin special we need for groomin your wings? My place makes the most sense as a next stop, but if there’s a special tool might be better to go to yours.”

Indrid blinks, cocks his head, “You...you want to groom them? I, I thought that was just dirty talk.”

“Can be. But I was serious; now that I got a taste of those wings, I wanna touch ‘em whenever you’ll let me.”

“This is the least likely timeline.” Indrid whispers to himself

“What’d I do in the other ones?”

“Thanked me for a good time and left.”

“See, I thought about that” Duck tentatively moves forward, smiles when Indrid allows him into his lap to stroke his face, “but then I thought, ‘this fella’s fuckin mind blowin in bed, but I wanna get to know what he’s like the rest of the time. Can’t do that if I up and leave.” He offers another chocolate. Indrid eats it out of his hand, then wraps his wings around him.

“I, ah, there’s a special oil for my feathers.”

“Should we go get it?”

“We could. Or” he smiles, hopeful, “we could go to my place tomorrow morning. After we rest at your home and you let me buy you breakfast.”

Duck kisses his fuzzy cheek, “Yeah, let’s do that.”