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mycupofrum · 7 months

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Luna Lovegood and Sirius(grim haunting Hogwarts) for the prompt: processing grief and/or being a target. Please and Thank you!!! You're the best!

Thank you so much for your kind words, anon! 💙 This is definitely something I’ve never written about before so I’m glad for the challenge. It turned out sort of what you requested but took its own turn. Here’s Grim!Sirius and Luna with grief as the main word/theme. Set during PoA. Hope you like it!

Walking around the cold stone corridors of Hogwarts in a pair of thin socks was unfortunate, but Luna always ended up finding her shoes eventually. Unpopular but unconcerned, she hurried forward.

Turning around the corner, she halted, noticing she had goosebumps. Her keen senses told her something lurked in the shadows, its gleaming eyes watching her. Next moment, the beast came into view; it was a gigantic black dog with the palest of eyes that shone like starlight in a clear night sky. The Grim looked far more beautiful than any books had given it credit for.

She wondered if her time had come at 12 years old, now that she'd witnessed the omen of death. She'd be happy to see her mother again, but her father would be terribly sad, grieving over the family he only had for such a short time.

"Hello," she said as she extended her hand to the creature. Even when dread threatened to overwhelm her, she pushed it back with determination. After all, what was prejudice if not fear of the unknown? That was something her mother used to say.

The Grim moved closer, at last pressing its wet snout against her fingers and sniffing. It waved its tail and licked her hand.

"Oh, you're real?" Luna was taken aback. She had no idea what she had thought. The Grim usually haunted someone and then they ended up dead. But this creature appeared to be nothing more than an exceptionally large black dog.

"How did you get into the castle?" she asked, patting the dog as it let its tongue hang out.

"I wonder if you're a girl," she went on. "Or a boy?" The dog barked in response.

"Boy, then," she surmised. "Are you hungry?"

The dog woofed, his tail wagging even more eagerly.

"Just a moment," she murmured as she opened her bag. She had a Cornish pasty she'd taken from lunch but figured the dog probably needed it more.

"There you go." She unwrapped the pasty and presented it to him, and the dog gobbled it up excitedly, as if he hadn't had real food in a long time.

She laughed. "That went down fast – hey!" The dog had lowered his head to sniff at her cold feet, the warming charm having worn off.

The dog barked and turned around to walk to the opposite direction.

"Where are you going?"

He turned his head at her as if beckoning her to follow. She did. They climbed the stairs, eventually reaching the far end of the corridor on the third floor. Her shoes, which were black, pink and gold, were tucked up in a corner.

"Oh, you found them!" she exclaimed.

"You're not here to bring me my death, then."

She was overjoyed about it because she still had so much more life to live. And her father wouldn't have to be sad.

"Thank you, dog. I don't know what your name is, but it was a pleasure to meet you. My name is Luna Lovegood."

The dog licked her hand once more, and she went to get her shoes and put them on. When she turned around, the dog was gone, nowhere to be seen.

Had she imagined him, after all? Luna shook her head and grinned. On second thought, this was proof that the Grim was not the bringer of death but rather a severely misunderstood creature that helped people find lost items. She couldn't wait to tell her father about it.

#luna lovegood #padfoot #the grim #sirius black #drabble #ask game #my writing #completely gave up on writing a short drabble lol #anyway it's nice to write characters i've never written before

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 3 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 181

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“A whoo whoo whooo...”

Curled up in his bed, Lance was woken from his dozing by a sad barking. He hadn’t known he’d caused so much trouble. He’d put his headphones on, and pulled himself together as he did another 180 over Keith. Breaking down the aspects of Keith’s life and his likes, Lance was trying to work out how to make Keith happy. He’d been deep in thought. He wanted to explore absolutely every avenue. Curtis had his demon summoned out of him. Keith might have a chance. His friend helped confirm there was never going to be a way for him to be human again.

Reading in bed, Lance hadn’t meant to doze. The book was boring as heck, a cheap trashy romance book that made very little sense. Normally a perfect distraction... His brain still excited from the three games of chess he’d played with Coran as they tried to distract themselves from Keith’s first turn.

“A whoo whoo... whoo... whoooo”

With another mournful howl, Lance placed his book aside with a sigh. He hadn’t meant to shut Kosmo out, or in. He wasn’t sure where the doggo was hiding. If it wasn’t Kosmo it could be Matt. If Matt had lost track of Rieva he tended to act extremely pathetic. Blue was curled on his bed, her tail flicking at the pathetic sound, probably because it interrupted her beauty sleep. He needed to find Kosmo on the off chance he’d gotten out and tried to follow the others.

Stopping by the bathroom, Lance bundled himself up. Fluffy robe and slippers donned, Lance held his belly for balance, waddling down the stairs with a sign to himself. Coran was sleeping in the office for the night, in case Keith got himself hurt, or he didn’t take the turn well. He felt so fat and unbalanced, carrying not low, but not like high, with Google not exactly giving him a name for looking like a team of basketballs had been breeding in his stomach. With all his amazingly wonderful powers, he didn’t have stretch marks. He wished he did. He wished his belly looked more... pregnant. Not just inflated.

Flicking the switch on for the back, Lance unlocked the back door

“Kosmo!”

It was freezing. Pulling the dressing grown around him, he shuffled out on to the paving. Damn fur sons. He could be sleeping. He’d only just peed but the air was making him need to pee again.

“Whooo... whoo. Whoo”

Maybe Kosmo was hurt? The cries reminded him of the times Kosmo thought he’d been abandoned forever by being shut out the bathroom by the big evil door. Following around to the side of the house, Lance wrinkled his nose at the moist grass. Icky. He’d have to wash his feet and his poor slippers

“Kosmo! Come here, boy!”

Whistling and clicking, Lance realised the mistakes he’d made as he blinked at the black blob in his yard. Fuck... he didn’t think Keith would be back. He thought he was smelling with from where he’d left his clothes with Matt’s and Rieva’s

“Keith?”

With a very mournful and sad whimper, Keith rose to his legs shakily. His whole body moved stiffly. Long legs ended in huge paws. Keith pitch black, eyes brilliant yellow. His teeth kind of really scary... but he looked... sad. Where were Matt and Rieva?

“Keith? Hey, buddy. What are you doing here?”

Slinking over to him, Keith let out a sad howl that embarrassed wolves everywhere. Sitting down. He stared up at Lance, Lance didn’t know what he was supposed to say or do. This wasn’t good. Keith was supposed to be giving into the pull of the moon. He’d liked to think himself educated enough, until he’d gained two werewolf roommates and he’d learned more than he ever needed to

“Did you get lost?”

Keith whined, Lance didn’t speak wolf. Dawn was hours away

“Okay. I gather you’re not having a fun time”

“A whooooo who whooo”

Howling, Keith sounded sadder. Reaching his hand out, the wolf sniffed at it before baring his teeth. Had Matt and Rieva ditched Keith? Or had they brought him back because he was hurt and didn’t want to possibly attack Lance so had already left?

“Okay. No getting too close. Smart one Lance. Go see the fresh turned wolf alone. Of course it wasn’t Kosmo out here. Fucking idiot. You can’t do anything right. Alright, Keith. You come with me with me. Coran is in the office”

“Whooo...”

Riiiiight. No. He didn’t speak wolf

“Keith. I can’t understand you, but I can tell you’re not okay. Come inside, it’s freezing out here”

Keith walked by Lance’s side. Lance trying not to freak out. Keith was hulking. He right out of a movie as some kind of death hound or dark omen. With how stiff Keith watched, he was sure he must have hurt himself. He’d never seen a wolf so stiff, the closest comparison was Keith was walking how Kosmo had after a thermometer to his butt. Maybe Matt... No. He didn’t want to think about Keith moving on and further away from him. He wasn’t suited to him anymore. If Matt and Rieva both felt that way towards Keith, he didn’t stand a chance. It fucking sucked.

Holding the door open for Keith, Keith managed to trip himself over the lip of the step. Lance now certain Keith had hurt himself. No werewolf was this clumsy, turned or not, Keith had spent hours running around as a wolf. His control would be better than this. Leading the way, he knocked on the office door, knowing Coran wouldn’t be sleeping. He just hoped he wasn’t snooping. Coran needn’t have rushed for his sake. He would have emerged from the office eventually. He’d just gotten caught up in his music and trying to make a list of things Keith liked. He was sure Keith would remain in Platt with Shiro for the time being. He was trying to think of how to reintroduce Keith to the things his boyfriend loved

“Coran, open up. I think Keith’s hurt!”

Coran came bustling wearing a borrowed robe, the same Black one Shiro had borrowed when he and Keith first stayed

“Lance? Keith... What are you doing here?”

“He was sitting outside howling. He’s not moving right”

“Oh, dear! He should be off chasing the moon! Keith, you’d better come in quick. You should be healing by now”

Keith carefully stepped his way into the room. Actions jolted

“See what I mean. He’s so stiff”

“Yes, indeed! It’s remarkable he hasn’t attacked!”

“I don’t care about remarkable. I’m more worried he’s hurt”

Coran blinked his way out of staring at Keith. Keith’s wolf was bigger than both Rieva’s and Matt’s, but he was thinner, sleeker. His fur black, unlike the mousy brown tones of his friends

“Can you get up on the bed so we can take a little look?”

Keith huffed, before making the most awkward effort ever to climb up. He was all legs and zero coordination. Coran taking pity and helping heft Keith’s butt up on the bed with the rest of him. Sitting down, Keith started again with the howling

“Whooo. Who... whooooooo...”

“See, he sounds bad. I thought I’d shut Kosmo out, or Matt had lost Rieva. Shouldn’t he be violent and angry right about now?”

“Awhoooooooo”

Keith didn’t seem to like what he’d said. Lance couldn’t help that he was shocked. Keith was being a total sook and not at all the angry anger loaf he’d been since waking

“Is that so my boy. Then what happened?”

“A whoo... whoo... woof!”

Since Coran asked, he must know how to speak wolf

“What’s he saying?”

“I haven’t the foggiest. Let me examine him, why don’t you take a seat. You look awfully uncomfortable”

That had something to do with the pain in his hips. He’d take a massage right about now

“Is it safe?”

“I don’t think he’ll bite. I’ll stop him before any harm can come to you or the twins”

Coran had stopped Matt after he’d torn Lance’s back to shreds... If anyone could, it’d be him. Sitting down in his office chair, Lance winced as he back twinges. Keith giving a loud howl

“Whoooo!”

Lance was going to either burst out laughing or be deafened if Keith kept this out. Probably both... Keith sounded very very unwolf like, despite his appearance. He sounded like he had something stuck in his throat or was trying to mimic a wolf’s sounds when all he had was a dog to go off

“Keith, indoor voice! I’m fine! You don’t have to complain loudly, Coran is going to check you out”

“A whooo... whoo... whooo... woo”

Lance ducked his head. Keith could understand him. His “howl” a little louder than Kosmo’s whining, but not full volume. It sounded that much more strangled as Keith tried to talk. Was this like when he was a bat? When he’d squeak and chirp hoping to be understood even though he knew he would be? Strangely enough Lance’s ego wasn’t riled up by the wolf like he’d thought it’d be. It was agitated, annoyed, pissed about the cold, but not about Keith. Unlike Keith who’d decided to growl at him. Coran ignored all danger as he sat on the bed next to Keith, holding his hand out for Keith to sniff. Keith seemed insulted by whatever he found on there, wrinkling up his muzzle. For a big bad wolf that took up almost all the bed, he wasn’t acting like he should. His first full moon should mean Keith was mental, near rabid with werewolfy needs. Not sitting in his office looking sad. Matt and Rieva were getting a stern talking to about leaving Keith alone.

“Now, my lad. No biting. I expect you wouldn’t find my blood all that palatable”

“A whoooo”

What did Keith have to be afraid of? Coran was a bad arse when he needed to be. He couldn’t take the fae, even if he tried

“Keith, you don’t have to howl. Coran isn’t going to hurt you. How about this, you nod or you shake your head?”

“A whooo...?”

God. He couldn’t help it. A chuckle slipped out, followed by a hiss. Laughing bad

“I have to pee. I don’t know what’s left to pee, but I have to pee. Should I bring Keith back some water?”

“Yes, he’s probably quite thirsty. Make sure you leave the door open so he knows it’s you coming”

Lance grumbled. He wasn’t about to risk being savaged by startling Keith

“I’m pretty sure I’m the only one here who smells like a walking bone that’s both pregnant and very dead”

“Right you are, but any suddenness and things could change in an instant”

Heading to the bathroom first, Lance then stopped by the kitchen on the way back. Grabbing out the jar of pickles and a big block of chocolate from the cupboard, he nearly forgot Keith’s water in the need fo satisfy his weird craving. Deciding on a Tipperary container, given it was plastic and less likely for Keith to break while he drank, he carried the lot back to the office where Keith was laying on his back with his legs up. Zero shame right there. No way was Keith coming near him with that between his legs. His nuts were huge, not that Lance wanted to see, but they were impossible to miss. If Keith found himself a wolfy girlfriend she’d be pregnant in no time

“I brought a bowl. How is he?”

Setting the bowl on the floor, Keith rolled over, giving him an unimpressed look

“What are you going to do? You don’t have thumbs to hold a glass and you’re not messing up the bed”

Keith huffed at him. Tail giving a lazy thump

“I can’t find anything wrong with him. No breaks or blood. Though he is aroused. Perhaps he’s so docile because he already thinks of you as his mate and returned because he misses you”

“Coran, I’m a vampire. He should be gnawing on my leg by now, not wanting to hump it”

Keith whined loudly, nosing at the blankets as if he wanted to hide his face

“He has exhibited signs of thinking of you as his mate. First angry you had been spending time with Allura, then over your joke. This is most unexpected. He’s not the first to receive werewolf blood instead of a bite. This is very interesting”

“Well when you’re done poking at him, he can have a drink and go for another run. He has to work off that energy without destroying my furniture”

“I want to try something first, if you’re okay with it”

For some reason Lance looked to his pickles and chocolate

“I’m not sharing”

“Gracious! No. That combination... I think not. No. I’m interested to see how Keith reacts if I approach you”

That didn’t sound like a good idea. He didn’t want his craving food spilt in the process

“Let me put this down first...”

When Lance turned his back, Coran moved up behind him. Keith leaping off the bed to get between the pair of them so fast that Lance nearly knocked the jar of pickles over. Why did provoking the otherwise docile werewolf seem a good idea?!? As Coran started chuckling, he wanted to hit him. He was jumpy enough without Coran adding to it!

“I hope you proved you point!”

“I think I have. He’s very protective of you...”

“Keith’s been protective of me since day one. Well, maybe not day one, but he did try to defend my honour more than once”

“I must do some further research into this. I mean, naturally I’ve met docile wolves before, even the occasional wolf who’d tolerate a vampire. I wonder if there’s anything in the literature over when werewolves and vampires first fell out...”

Lance had to do a three point turn on the spot seeing Keith wasn’t moving. Lowering himself into his chair, he frowned at the mass of wolf in front of him. He just didn’t get it. Was it in his scent? Rieva had been super attentive to him. Was it in werewolves to protect young, no matter who they belonged too? Nah. That was too optimistic. A female knocked up with a baby that wasn’t her mates could expect aggression. Was it because they were Keith’s scent and somehow he smelt like Keith so Keith knew not to hurt him? That too seemed far too optimistic

“So basically Keith isn’t hurt. He’s just... lonely? Do we find him a female wolf? I don’t know what to do”

Keith snarled at the mention of a female wolf. His eyes narrowing as he gazed up at Lance

“Don’t look at me like that. My arse is not taking that... when you’re not human. I don’t know what to do for you...”

“I think you insulted him”

“I can see that. Keith, you have to admit, I’m allowed to be confused as fuck. I was expecting a blood thirsty feral beast, not you to be lonely and inside. Could it be because the real full moon is tomorrow?”

“Possibly. Or the slow release of blood into his system. He has been quite aggressive, as we’ve all noticed”

Lance popped the top on the pickles, nodding because it was true. Keith had been a douche. He got it, but it didn’t make it hurt less if he was completely honest

“I think he should head back out and make the most of burning up his extra energy”

Popping a pickle in his mouth, he groaned at the bitter taste. Soooo good. He just knew the chocolate with it would make it perfect. Opening the block of chocolate, he was proved right, moaning loudly at the bitter sweet tastes. Rubbing his butt against the floor, he seemed to have flipped on Keith’s horny switch

“Should I get him a pillow?”

Coran arched an eyebrow

“Whatever for?”

“So he can take care of his urges? I want to help, but that’s a no go. I don’t even know if he likes me that much anymore”

“He does. He was most concerned. Silly boy thought he was no longer Keith now he had his ego”

Hadn’t Lance told him that he was? Suddenly pickles and chocolate turned to tears. Keith was Keith. He was in there. He just needed to relearn to be himself

“I’m sorry. I’m having a lot of emotions right now. Keith, I’m not trying to be mean. I don’t know what to do. Matt and Rieva came as a pair and I know they do things when they wolf out... I guess I’m an arsehole for not understanding what it’s like to be a wolf”

“Whooooooooooo”

Lance shook his head, covering his face as he started crying harder. He wanted his pickles and he wanted to cry, but he couldn’t have both at the same time

“Perhaps it’s best you head to bed. I can stay with Keith”

What? Why? He’d been trying to get Keith outside and now he didn’t want him to go, but he also didn’t want to cause a situation where Keith acted out, because it was the natural wolf thing to do, with a possibly dire consequence

“But he’s meant to be my boyfriend! I told him he was still himself!”

“Keith will be quite safe with me. I’ll take him for a walk”

If Keith wasn’t hurt, then he had to be having trouble working out how to adjust to four legs... How could keith not walk? Then again, he could barely fly as a bat. His ego secretly laughed at Keith, upsetting Lance further. He felt all flustered over crying, making him cry more. Keith was huge and he couldn’t walk... and he wanted to do the do, but Lance didn’t want to do the do with anyone but Keith, and only when they were stable in their relationship with both of them consenting. Why did Coran have to bring him here when Lance was emotionally ready to see Keith?

“He can’t even walk... Coran, he can’t walk... How is he going to protect himself? He can’t walk...”

“He can walk. He simply needs to get used to his body being in a different form. Now, my boy, you head off back upstairs. We’ll soon have Keith adjusted to his new ego and form”

Craning his head back, Keith looked at him, howling mournfully

“A whooooooooo”

“I’m not leaving the house. I have to get some sleep, I’ve been busy since I got home. I need to rest for the sake of the twins, and I need to take my pickles and chocolate with me”

“A... a whoo!”

“You’ll be okay. You should go run. Trust me when I say you’ll feel better. Rieva and Matt always do”

Keith didn’t seem convinced

“Go. Run. Let your ego flare a little. If you’re anxious think of it like training. It’ll be good for you. I’m not trying to make you leave or anything like that, but you can’t pretend you’re not a wolf with wolf urges. That’d be like me trying to live on human food alone. Then in morning you’ll take a shower, clog my drain with mud and grass, but you’ll feel better for it”

Keith huffed, he eyed the bowl on the floor with annoyance. Okay, it was pretty animal like but Keith was an animal right now

“You’re allowed to act like a wolf. Drinking out a bowl doesn’t make you any less. You’ll be okay. You just have to stop overthinking, which I know is hard for you, but you are who you are. Wolf and... all”

Yawning, Lance wanted his bed. Now he knew Keith was alright, he’d be able to sleep then talk to Keith about it in the morning. When had he calmed down from sobs? And how did manage to sound calming when Keith was having an internal crisis. God. He needed sleep. He definitely wasn’t thinking straight

“And with that, off to bed with you”

“Yeah. I’m going. I’ll see you guys in the morning. Night, babe. Be safe”

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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earhartsease · 4 years

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Okay, so I and my belovèd have begun reading Good Omens to each other (having just finished Lords and Ladies) and, well, I've read it tens of times, but reading out loud you really start to notice the lack of copy-editing sometimes. But. But. Can I just draw everyone's attention to the heretofore missed-by-me fact that's Adam Young canonically has an older sibling. Look:

"One kid already and suddenly she’s declaring that this confinement was going to be the most joyous and sharing experience two human beings could have."

and

"Mr Young hadn’t had to quiet a screaming baby for years. He’d never been much good at it to start with."

So what the fuck? Can you imagine? I certainly can. Did they die? Or are they waaay older and off at college/wooffing on some French farm? Or did Adam get old enough to realise there's only room for one cuckoo, and accidentally obliviate everyone so nobody - including their sibling - remembers he has one?

Or, or... perhaps his sibling is trans, and their parents were not supportive, and Adam just moved them to a Safer Place (presumably in this case really NOT America) because Adam says trans rights.

[ETA: it's been pointed out to me that there's reference later in the book to Adam's sister and her boyfriend bringing a toy donkey back from Spain - I'd somehow edited that in my head to have been Brian's or Wensleydale's sister]

#to the devil a nibling #good omens #adam young #neil gaiman #terry pratchett

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serendair · 5 years

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Tag Game

Tagged by @silverquillsideas ! Thank you for tagging me! Again! And for all your patience! I haven’t had a single free minute since we last talked. I’m so sorry!

Rules: once you’ve answered everything, tag 10 bloggers you want to learn more about!

Name/Alias: If the name isn’t taken I usually go by Serendair, or Seren even but that’s usually taken lol

Hair color: dark brown

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Height: *googles converter* 5′4′’!

Hobbies: None lately? lol I got back into drawing and actually found the fun in it again recently. I love reading and used to read books for days and days without moving from my spot. I’m open to any kind but I do love everything that lets me escape reality for a while. I love books that soak you into their world where you go on adventures with the protagonist ^^; I want to pick that up again once this stressful episode is over. Also, I did Aikido for a few years but since I tore my ligaments my foot won’t let me anymore so that’s gone :( maybe one day again ^^

Favorite color: I’m a colour junkie. Literally. I could talk for days and days about colours. Be it spectrum or pigment. To name a favourite feels like I’m betraying all the others lol

Favorite books: Ohooo glad you asked :]

Carlos Ruiz Zafon “The Shadow of the Wind”. Read it. Please! Just. Read it! It’s the best book I’ve ever read. It’s SUCH a great story! There are more books written by him and they are all kind of intertwined with each other but it perfectly works as a stand alone story. I can’t wait to find the time so I can read it again!

I also do enjoy Thomas Mann’s writing style a lot. I was introduced to his works in school where we had to read “Tonio Kroeger” (good story!) and I was so mesmerized by his world and atmosphere building I went and bought a lot of his books lol. “Death in Venice” was also an exceptional good read. I wonder what the translations are like...

Also anything from Jonas Jonasson (the guy who wrote "The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared“) is so very entertaining to read. He never fails to catch you by surprise or make you shake your head over the turn of events. It’s a fun writing style.

The obligatory Harry Potter series of course!

Oh and I did read the “Divergent” books by Veronica Roth. The movies are a horrible HORRIBLE adaption. Please don’t judge the story by them. If you’re into Science Fiction novels they’re really good and the story actually makes sense other than the movies.... such a waste of potential.

Speaking of horrible adaptions. “The Time Traveler’s Wife” by Audrey Niffenegger. Same thing - bad movie wonderful book. It’s written back and forth between the POVs of Henry and Clare which makes it even more interesting to read and very very touching. Not that cliché Hollywood adaption kind of touching. It’s actually good lol

If you’re into touching stories Mitch Albom’s “For one more Day” will leave you in tears. It’s a very short story but hits you hard.

And there are so many many more really great books I could keep going for days xD

Last song I listened to: Thanks to Good Omens “You’re my Best Friend” by Queen (This soundtrack! Half of it could be right out of my playlist! I LOVE IT!)

Last film I watched: Hmmm at the movies?... I haven’t been for ages :( at home I usually watch series or anime so... eh...? Oh right! I watched “Maurice” the other day with a couple of friends on Discord via stream.

Things I love: That’s quite a vague question...hmm. Elder flower tea. Orange jam on toast. Watermelons. Have you ever had watermelon chewing gum?! I did once when I was maybe 8 or 10? I’ll never forget that. I even remember the little shop we bought it at. Sleeping outside on the balcony in a hot summer night watching the satellites pass by and look for shooting stars. Sitting in our (by now cut) cherry tree reading a book. Birds. Hot summers. The sea. Fountain or dip pens and the way they make ink flow over and sink into paper. I don’t know how to answer this question?! xD

What brings me peace: The absence of people? lol Well I do enjoy silence a lot. Or storms! Nothing is more calming to me than standing outside with my face against the wind. And rain at nights when everything is quiet and all you can hear is the rain falling on the leaves and the ground and tick against your window. I love that.

Meaning behind my URL: There is none really. It’s a name from yet another book I enjoyed reading at one point in my life at a time when I was looking for a name for my character in a game and it stuck through the years ^^

Tagging @tai-grex @zonnebloempjes @aishiikamii @ookamii-woof @sakurarebin @momomoon @xsmokexflamesx @nyakecci @rainbow09 feel free to ignore the tag if this isn’t your thing! :)

#again thank you for tagging me!#i'm so sorry i'm replying only now #i still owe you the previous tags #i didn't forget #or ignore it #i promise!#i had plans and then life laughed at me lol #I loved Little Women too btw!#did you know that there is an anime adaption about it?#that's what introduced me first before i read it

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sailorandromedas · 5 years

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Spell it.

Summary—- for @kacchakoweek! Prompt: Summer. Rating: PG-13. Post-UA, Rookie Heroes. Ochako does not enjoy the heat. Bakugou suffers.

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In the winter, she clings to him with eight of her fingers, and the plush press of her thigh slung across his hip. Her legs would tuck between his, an ankle hooking into his calves. Ochako envelops him, in every sense of the word.

In the winter, she sighs into his skin. She wears soft cotton shirts and softer pajama pants, made of wool. She is soft, all over. In the winter, she buries her face into the hollow curve of his neck, and Katsuki tucks his chin over the top of her hair, and feels the permanent furl between his brows unclench. His expression is as placid as an oasis.

In the summer, Katsuki waits for the winter. Enduringly. Ardently. He runs hot, feels like a furnace; he is always sweating, always a little wet. The acrid scent of soot and burnt sugar radiates from his skin. It isn’t flattering. Ochako rolls over on their bed, keeps her distance, whining gently about the heat. They sleep on separate sides of their futon, not touching. She only sleeps in her underwear. It feels like a personal slight against him.

(to be fair, he doesn’t wear anything at all).

He finds himself reaching for her in his sleep, and waking up when she eventually stirs, flushed, overheated, and indignant.

“Bakugou! I’m going to smell like nitrogis—- nitrol— oh, darn it!”

She only addresses him so formally when she admonishes him, but Ochako laughs, despite herself. She is too tired, too flushed to even bother being coherent.

“I offered to install an AC,” his voice rumbles into her shoulder, unwilling to release her.

Katsuki feels her shake her head; feels the rise and fall of her chest, as she sighs. Feels the resonant hum of her too-sweet voice, as she says, “Too expensive. We’re not putting the electric bill through that just for the summer.”

“Tch.”

He misses her. He misses the way she clings to him. He even misses waking up on the fucking ceiling. Katsuki doesn’t admit it. It seems unreasonable. She is right here.

He keeps the grip of his arm firm around her waist.

Ochako taps his bicep with her index finger. He recognizes the gesture; she gauges his discomfort, and offers patience. His hold tightens, that much more unrelenting. “What did we agree we were not going to do while living together?”

“Hrmm. Don’t remember...”

The pads of her fingers curl into his bicep. She does not touch him with her littlest finger, but it hovers like a bad omen.

“Bakugouuuu,” the stern reproach tapers off into a petulant whine.

”Alright, alright, fuck! Ten months ago. September third. You said, communication is important. We were not gonna avoid communicating. And I said: fucking fine. And then I spelled it, right between your—“

She slaps his shoulder, incredulous, “You dog!”

“Woof,” Katsuki huffs, baring his teeth, grinning like a wolf; in the dull white glow of the lamplight, he looks happy.

Ochako can’t seem to bring herself to be mad.

Katsuki relents, all on his own, uncurling his arm from her body; compromises by laying on his side, arm bent over his pillow, palm bracing his cheek. Facing her. Drawn to her. His eyes trace the line of her body, the way the lamplight spills over her rounded hip.

Ochako sighs, and runs her fingers through his hair, damp and unkempt. “Good boy.”

“Don’t make me bite you.”

“But you are!” Ochako giggles, smiling wide.

He could kiss her. He feels the urge to do it, and so he does; Katsuki is not a man who hesitates with his instincts. His mouth closes over hers, muffles the little hum she makes. He kisses her like he means it, every single time; like he could kiss her for days—- warm, and firm, and lingering.

He feels her jaw go slack, her lips parting. Katsuki‘s free hand reaches for the back of her head, and pulls her closer, kisses her deeper. His tongue delves into her mouth like a warm, steady wave; an ebb and flow. He tastes her, and teases her, unceasing. Bakugou Katsuki never holds back.

She pulls away suddenly, inhaling. Needs this moment to breathe. Their noses touch. Parts of his blonde hair sticks to her forehead. Wisps of long brown tresses tangle across his shoulder. Her pupils are dilated. Her lips are bruised. Her nose scrunches, grimacing.

“You are so sweaty.”

“Bitch!”

He rolls over her, as Ochako laughs outright.

Katsuki groans, indignant, embarrassed; it feels like a small earthquake, to Ochako. “I fucking hate summer!”

“No you don’t!” She palms his face and kisses the corner of his mouth, consoling. “You just love me.”

“I—!!”

“Communication,” Ochako infers, reminding. Her voice is a playful song.

“Fine. Yes. I do. Bitch.”

“Hmm.” She puts a hand over the top of his head, pushing against it. He does not resist.

Sunlight spills into their apartment window. Katsuki is guided down, down, and further still, until his mouth hovers over her navel, her hips, her——

She removes her hand from his hair, expectant. “Then spell it.”

So, he does.

...

a/n: LATE BUT! I love them. I had to contribute SOMETHING... it was really fun to write something purely indulgent. they’re older, obviously—- in their mid-twenties at least, and they’ve come a long way to be able to recently move in together. Bakugou grew as a person, and so did Ochako. I love the idea that he just discovers that since living with her, he’s become real clingy and tactile in the space they share, like the touch-starved emotionally constipated fool he is. Ochako loves it, until the weather is too hot to bear. 🔥

#kacchako #bakuraka #kaachako week #bnha

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