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unfocused-always · 2 years

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Chapter I: Dracula of the XXI century.

"Okay, on one, two, three...!" Misaki yelled under her breath and heavied a suitcase onto the bus. Feeling her back give a warning crack, she quickly stashed her luggage into the nearest nook and squeezed herself into an empty seat. "Finally," she thought. "Who knew books weighted so much?"

Pushing her hair out of her sweaty forehead, she triple-checked the destination on the display panel. Five hours didn't seem as bad now. At least she could enjoy an additional chair, given the bus was nearly empty so late in the evening.

"Excuse me, dearie, is this seat occupied?"

Misaki mentally flipped off the heavens above and summoned her best old-people charming smile. Beside her stood an elderly lady, clutching her suspiciously big bag where she could have sworn something moved.

"Of course! Please, let me help you."

"That's so nice of you, dearie, thank you." With a relieved smile, the old lady settled into her seat. She plunged her hand into the depths of her bag and, after stopping an animal trying desperately to make a run for it, pulled out a pair of reading glasses. "Let me see, ah yes! Only five hours! My husband will never believe what an adventure I had!" She nodded excitedly, forcing Misaki into the role of a reluctant travel buddy.

"Really? That's a funny coincidence. My stop's in five hours too!"

Deciding she might as well make some new friends, she pulled out her carefully written instructions and pointed to a tiny town marking the end of her journey.

The lady looked at it carefully, squinting her eyes to read in the faint light of the bus. "My gods, what a small world! You see, this is my hometown. It's a lovely place, truly. Is it your first time there?"

Misaki beamed, tucking away the sheet she had read so many times that she could now recite it in her sleep. "Yes! I'm coming on a scholarship, and honestly, I can't wait! I've been dreaming of this but never thought it would happen!"

"Scholarship? Congratulations," the lady hesitated, her knitting set frozen in place. Her mouth pulled into a confused frown, making wrinkles in the corners more prominent. "May I ask," she started carefully. "Which school will you be attending?"

"Ryoutei academy, ma'am." Misaki eyed the older woman curiously. Something has shifted in her demeanor.

Sitting next to her, the lady narrowed her eyes as if trying to remember something. "But that's a great deal away from the town. And we don't have any students' houses...," she trailed off, pondering her options. "Perhaps. Ah, forgive my curiosity. I'm afraid it's getting worse with age," she shook her head good-naturally and gave Misaki an apologetic smile.

"Oh, no, it's alright!" She added with a wave of her hand. "I would be most grateful if you could tell me more about the town. I'm staying in an authentic mansion in a nearby forest! I mean, how crazy is that?" A short laugh bubbled from her, joy and excitement filling her stomach with hope for the upcoming days. Finally, her lifelong dream was about to come true.

The lady put her knitting set away with a sharp snap of the needles and turned to look at Misaki. Her pale face shined eerily in the dim light, her eyes wide with disbelief and slowly rising alarm. "Surely, dearie, you can't possibly mean the Sakamaki mansion," she added, hoping against hope that she could write off her worst fears to old age.

Misaki blinked, her excitement fading into a slowly creeping up feeling of trepidation. "Yes, that's exactly the one," she forced in a breath, watching as the woman beside her clasped her hands over her mouth. "How did you... Ma'am, are you okay?"

Misaki reached out, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder as she tried her best to give what she hoped was a calming smile. The lady composed herself with difficulty and grasped Misaki on a forearm with strength much higher than she expected from such a frail woman. "Listen," her voice shook, so she cleared her throat and started anew. "Listen to me very carefully, dearie. You can't go there. This place," she leaned in, her pale eyes boring into Misaki's, "is dark. Something sinister lives here." She took a steadying breath. "No one from the village ever goes there. Please, please, you can't seriously consider moving there."

Her stomach dropped. The woman looked frightened. Terrified for the stranger she had barely just met. "Stop it," she scolded herself silently. "You can't believe everything people tell you. After all, we've had our fair share of haunted houses in my hometown, and nothing ever came of it." Giving herself a mental slap, she refocused her attention on the woman. She patted her awkwardly on the back and forced herself to choke out:

"Ma'am, this sounds bizarre! It's almost like in this old tale about count Dracul. Or Dracula, was it?" She shrunk into her seat under the woman's heavy glare and mumbled, "I'm a big fan of folklore."

"This," the lady hissed. "This is not time for jokes! Do you think I'm pulling your leg?!" Her voice rose, her agitation clear with the wild moves of her knitting needles. Misaki suddenly wished she had glasses as the threat of losing an eye became more real by the second. "I'm telling you, young lady, this place is a lair for something far viler than we can comprehend. You'd be wise to look for other accommodations. No scholarship is worth dancing with the devil." And with a sense of finality, the lady huffed under her nose and proceeded with her project.

Misaki managed a bewildered apology, slumping against the cold glass. A new sense of unease weighed heavily over her stomach. Sure, elderly folks sometimes exaggerate. But behind any suspicion, there must be a reason. What happened to this place, so it earned itself such a fearsome reputation?

The next few hours dragged like anything. The lady, clearly unimpressed with Misaki's attempt at lightening the mood, continued to ignore her, giving only occasional grunts to serve as her input in the conversation. Giving up the socializing effort, Misaki leaned on the chair and closed her eyes. It was a strange feeling. With each mile, trepidation was rising in her gut instead of excitement.

"This is crazy," she thought, toying with a bag strap to calm her nerves. "You can't let it get to your head. This story is just a local legend to scare the children. You are not a child." She stressed, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. "Not a child anymore, so, imagination, if you could lay low for a while, I would appreciate it."

But her imagination didn't comply. Instead, it redoubled its efforts at making her as paranoid as humanly possible.

At every stop the bus took, she eyed the incoming people with growing suspicion. The passengers seemed indifferent, bored, and tired this late at night. And yet, Misaki couldn't shake off the feeling that someone, or something, was watching her. The hair stood at the nape of her neck, feint goosebumps peppering her arms as she tried to look around, scouting for a possible source discreetly.

With nothing to justify the feeling, she shrugged it off. She pulled out and threw on a thicker jumper, slowly gathering her belongings as the cursed ride seemed to end.

"Will you be okay, ma'am? Is there anything I could help you with?" Misaki asked, helping the lady out of her seat as the bus came to the final stop.

"Oh, no, thank you, dearie. My husband will be there shortly to pick me up," the lady gave her a faint smile and grasped her hand. She clasped her palms around, and Misaki felt a piece of paper crumble against her skin. She closed her fingers over it and, puzzled, watched the lady lean in to whisper in her ear. "Please, be careful, dearie. I truly wish you didn't go to that particular place, but. In any case, if you ever need help, call me or pay me a surprise visit. I have a very strong grandson who, I'm sure, would be delighted to assist a lovely girl such as yourself."

Misaki gave an awkward laugh and thanked her, folding the note carefully in her back pocket. They got off the bus together, and Misaki escorted the lady into her husband's arms. He was a cheerful older man with an easy smile. He hugged his wife and shook his head, exasperated as she began to tell him about her travels. Misaki bid goodbye to both of them and turned to make her way toward the mansion.

She looked around, searching for a miracle bus or the nearest taxi number, when a low flat voice rang behind her:

"Sugawara, Misaki?" It had a strange charm to it, like an unfamiliar accent maybe. She couldn't quite put her finger on it.

When she turned around, her eyes landed on a man dressed in a sharp suit. A chauffeur's hat hid his eyes, but she stifled a gasp when he looked up at her. His eyes were as lifeless as his tone suggested.

"Good lord, this man must be worked to death!" she thought, taking in his slouched posture and how he seemed to do everything in slow motion. "He couldn't possibly work as a driver, could he? He's in no condition to drive."

"Are you or are you not Sugawara Misaki?" The cold voice rang again, an annoyed crease forming between the man's brows.

She jumped, forcefully pulled back to earth, and bowed in apology. "Yes, I'm sorry. That's me."

The man gave one quiet grunt and stepped aside, allowing her eyes to fall on an expensive-looking limousine. The car was marvelous. Black polish gleamed in a street lamp, silver accents screaming "wealthy" at any unfortunate passerby.

"Get in the car." He inquired when she made no move to figure it out alone.

"Pardon me for asking, but who are you exactly?" Misaki tightened her grip on her suitcase. Whatever it was, this was very weird. Her eyes slid off the car and refocused on the man. Who now seemed to be glaring holes into her skull for lack of cooperation.

"This," he sighed like this word alone was an extraordinary effort. "is irrelevant. You only need to know I am here to drive you to the Sakamaki mansion. You are staying there, aren't you?"

"Y-yes," she whispered, the older lady's tale now screaming in her mind. "But they didn't mention anyone coming to pick me up. And certainly, no one said anything about a limousine."

"Well, consider it your lucky day." He added in a snarky tone, his patience wearing thin. It was late, and he was in no mood for some girl's mood swings. "Now get in, or I will leave you here. And believe me, you don't want to be out so late."

Misaki considered her options. She could stay here and take her chances with a taxi. However, the prospect of waiting here, where no one could hear her scream sent a cold shiver down her spine. Or she could put her trust in the grumpy driver and risk an accident. Or abduction. But then again, if he were just a random kidnapper, surely he wouldn't know her name or her destination, would he? He could be for all she knew, but it was her best bet.

Uttering a quick thank you, she hastily stashed her luggage in the trunk and squeezed herself into the back. The inside of the limousine was as pretentious as the outside hinted. White leather seats fashioned to perfectly support your spine, tinned windows so no one could see what was happening inside. Somehow, she didn't find that thought reassuring.

She buckled her seatbelt and felt the car lurch back to life. Questions swirled in her head, but when her mouth formed first: "excuse me-" the driver promptly cut her off by sliding close the tiny window. She cursed under her breath and settled back into another long journey with a defeated sigh.

Her body ached after spending hours in a seated position, but there was no remedying it now. Shifting slightly to get more comfortable, she reached into her back pocket and read the message from the old lady. On the paper, in cursive handwriting, read: "if you need anything, just call me," along with her phone number and home address. "Take care, dearie. Chō". Misaki quickly memorized the information and folded the paper into her pocket.

She watched the scenery shift around them with her head against the cool glass. Slowly, the buildings gave way to the trees, blocking out what little light remained. Forest seemed to close around them, tree trunks getting thicker, denser as the car maneuvered between them. It felt as though every creature living there had its eyes on the moving limousine, perfectly aware of her presence inside. "This was a joke earlier, but it starts to look like Dracula of the XXI century." She shook her head, nervously checking the hour on her phone and realizing, with a muffled curse, that 3 a.m. had just begun. "I swear if a count greets me, I give up."

She reached into her pocket and fished out her phone. The screen brightened, casting soothing light at her surroundings as she typed a quick message to her parents, letting them know she was almost there. Her fingers hovered over the send button, and after a second, she pressed it and closed the app.

The notification bell broke the heavy silence. "That's... weird," she thought, trying again and failing to send a message. She checked the range, but it all seemed to work fine. "Honestly, at this point, I no longer care." She gave up on her phone, tossed it into the bag, and with a relieved sigh, noticed they were coming to a stop.

They stopped in front of a large, metal gate, ornated with - what she assumed was - a family crest. The gate slid open with a loud creak, allowing the car to pass and immediately shut after them. They drove the last few meters, surrounded by a beautiful garden leading up to the overwhelming building.

The mansion was huge, and all built with light stone. Pointed roofs seemed to stab into the sky the way a dagger would. Arched windows now stood dark, indicating no presence at home. Yet, Misaki felt that wasn't the case.

"This is the Sakamaki Mansion. Don't hesitate to explore."

Misaki jumped at the chauffer's voice. He must have slid open the tiny window when she was busy admiring the scenery. Sensing unspoken "get out," she quickly bowed to him, gathered her things, and left the limousine.

She walked up stony steps and stood in front of a heavy wooden door, all covered in precise reliefs. With her heart weighing down her chest, she reached out. Before she could grab a lion-faced rattle - the door swung open, revealing a marble hall basked in candle lighting.

Hesitantly, she stepped over the threshold, tugging her luggage beside her. Doors snapped shut, making goosebumps rise all over her arms. She clasped a hand over her heart and took a deep, steadying breath. "It's only fatigue playing tricks on you. There's no reason to freak out. It's late at night, so the dead silence is only natural. At least," she cast a wishful glance at the door, "I hope it is."

She took her suitcase and followed down the corridor, admiring the old furniture, marble staircase, and crystal chandelier. "This house," she thought, her fingertips gliding on a flower table, "must be breathtaking in the daylight."

Soon enough, a small beam of light came into view, and Misaki hurried in its direction. It led her to the spacious living room, furnished with an elegant blue sitting set and a heavy coffee table. A Stone fireplace supported one of the walls, fire burning brightly in the hearth.

"Thank gods," she whispered under her breath and hurried over to the fire, anxious to get some warmth.

"Shut up," came like the faintest whisper from the direction of the windows. Misaki's head snapped so hard that she could have sworn a disk popped out. She forced down a scream.

On the couch that was empty a second ago now laid a blond man, one arm stretched over his eyes as he attempted to nap. He wore a comfortable-looking cream cardigan along with a mostly unbuttoned white shirt.

"Eyes up," scolded a tiny voice in her head. "We don't check out strangers in their own house."

"One shall never waste an opportunity when it presents itself," replied the less responsible part of her brain.

"I'm sorry," she managed finally, turning fully to face him. "I didn't realize you were there. I've just arrived, and if you could point me to the caretaker here or a spare room, I'll be out of your hair in no time."

One eye opened slowly, revealing an electric blue eye, a hue darker than hers. The blonde looked at her questioningly and muttered in the same sleepy voice: "and you are?"

"Right, sorry," she gave a rather forced laugh. "I'm Misaki Sugawara, and as far as I know, this is the student's house I'm supposed to stay at."

The man gave a non-comital nod and closed his eye, clearly planning on going back to sleep.

Misaki felt a vein pop out. She was getting sick and tired of men responding to her with "grunts" and "nods." After all, a whole sentence hadn't killed anyone.

"And that's it, huh?" she asked incredulously. "Now you're just going to fall asleep? Oh, you've gotta be kidding me."

"What is the meaning of this commotion?" A cold voice that could put any iceberg to shame shattered her growing need to scream. She jumped, spooked, and quickly turned toward the newcomer.

A man stood in a doorway, his tall figure filling the space. Dark hair framed his face, where a sharp nose and high cheekbones led her to believe he was of an aristocratic bloodline. Contrary to Sleeping Beauty, his suit was in impeccable condition.

"Who are you and," he gave her a deterrent glare, "how did you get into this house?"

"I'm Sugawara Misaki," she explained for what felt like the thousandth time today. "I was supposed to stay here for the next semester at Ryoutei academy."

"I understand. However, you are late. Such behavior speaks very poorly of your upbringing. Perhaps I should arrange a training session."

"Oh, that was fucking rich," she thought bitterly, her mouth pulled in a tight frown. "Who does this guy take me for, a dog? I'm not going to bring him a stick. He already has one up his ass." Before she could voice any of this, a new person joined their little gathering.

A melodic chuckle echoed from the hall as the third man this night walked into the living room. He moved with effortless grace, hands interlaced behind his back, as he leaned in her direction.

"So my hearing remains excellent, and we have a cute, human girl joining our gloomy gathering!" Sharp, green eyes met hers, and she felt a spark shoot down her spine. His gaze was intense, even when half hidden beneath a hat. Her mouth went slightly dry at the thought of what it would be like without it. "Now," he added with another chuckle, "you are quite a sight!"

Misaki felt herself flush against her better judgment. Fearing her knees would give out from all the mixed signals, she sank into the nearest couch. The Hatter followed her and sat beside her, propping one ankle over his knee. Everything in his form was screaming self-satisfaction. There was no doubt in her mind he was perfectly aware of her little mental slip earlier.

She cleared her throat and once again introduced herself. She was just about to ask the Hatter for directions to the head of this house when a shout filled the living room.

"OY! What the fuck is this?!"

She winced and craned her neck to get a better look.

A man with spiky her sat on the chair. His clothes were disheveled like he couldn't be bothered to even put them on thoroughly. A slightly malicious glint shone in his eyes, and Misaki felt herself sinking more into the protective arms of the couch.

"Who the hell brought a mortal here and WHY," he pointed an accusatory finger at the Hatter, who grinned in response, "haven't you told me earlier?!"

"OH, FOR FUCKS SAKE, NOT EVERYTHING REVOLVES AROUND YOU!"

This time, Misaki didn't manage to stuff out her quiet scream as a hoarse shout bellowed around them.

"HA?!" The Spiky-hair leaped out of his chair. "Show yourself and say it to my face, you bastard!"

"I'm right here, you blind idiot!"

Misaki felt her jaw hit the ground. The fifth man strolled into the room, his footsteps unheard in all the commotion. White hair covered half of his face. From the other half, read eye gleamed with disdain. He tore his clothes at the edges, the look complete with heavy white boots and a rusty key hanging from the chain. If he was aiming for a bad-boy look, he was doing one hell of a job at it.

If the Spiky-hair gave off a "danger" vibe, this one was screaming: "I'll kill you."

"Settle down, both of you," the Suit-guy reprimanded, adjusting his glasses with his middle finger. "It is not the time or place for your meaningless quarrels."

"Ha?! That's easy for you to say!" The emo-guy sheeted through gritted teeth. "I was having a nice nap until this human woke me up!" He punctuated his shout with a bone-cracking punch to the wall, leaving the fist-shaped hole behind.

All blood drained from her face as she stared at him in disbelief, her mouth hanging wide open.

"Care~full there, Bitch-chan, or you'll catch a fly," chimed the Hatter, his slender fingers brushing over her chin. Her skin tingled lightly in a place he touched, and she jerked back, earning an amused chuckle from the man beside her.

This whole situation was beginning to overwhelm her, and not in a good way. She squared her shoulders and tried to push through increasing madness.

"Look, guys, it's getting late, and I'm sure we're all tired here, so... If one of you could point me to my room, that would be amazing," with each word, her voice seemed to quiet down until she was sure none but the Hatter heard her.

"Teddy, humans, are bold, aren't they? She dares to break into our house, and now," cold dread washed over her as the voice drew nearer until she felt a sickly-sweet breath graze her ear. "she is making demands. We should kill her for it, don't you think?"

She leaped from the couch like the whole hell army was at her feet. Turning back sharply, she came face to face with the creepies sight she had seen that day.

The boy was around her height, with soft purple hair and matching eyes, with shadows underneath so prominent, she wondered if he'd painted them on himself. His clothes reminded her of a young master of English manor, frilly shirt, high stockings, and all that. But what truly stole the cherry on top was a teddy bear he was clutching to his chest. The stuffed toy smiled eerily at her, and she felt her knees quake.

"Ye, who is this mortal?!" Others were beginning to get anxious for answers she couldn't seem to pass on. Her stomach pulled into a tight knot, a fresh wave of nausea hitting her.

"I believe Shu," the Suit-guy almost spat out that name, "remains the most well-informed of our group. Make yourself useful and explain at once what is the full meaning of this."

The sleeping man reluctantly pulled himself to a sitting position and ran a hand through his messy hair, throwing them all a rather distasteful stare.

"This guy," Shu began on a heavy sigh, "he called a few days ago. He said we'll have a new visitor in a few days. And to treat her with respect or something."

"Respect," she thought. "Respect is good, yes, great." She sank back into the couch and crossed her fingers for immediate dismissal. Her relief, though, was extremely short-lived as the Spiky-hair exclaimed, half lifting from his chair:

"No way! The next wannabe bride?! That's insane!"

"Bride?!" she shouted, earning more or less threatening glares from her companions. "What... what are you all talking about?"

"Oh, and he also said not to kill her," Shu added in a bored tone. "This time, there will be consequences."

The whole room sank into a heavy silence. The men each showed various signs of displeasure. Misaki felt bile rise in her throat. Exhaustion was making her head spin. Whatever this was, she didn't want any part of it.

"Well, it appears there is no misunderstanding here. Allow us to introduce ourselves, as the etiquette demands, properly."

Misaki's watchful gaze snapped to the Suit-guy. How could he worry about manners now?!

"This is the eldest son, Shu," he pointed toward Sleeping Beauty, who made no move to confirm or deny anything.

"I am the second son, Reiji. This one," he gestured to the Spiky-hair guy, "is the third, Ayato."

"Yo!"

Misaki winced slightly at the dangerous grin he sent her and refocused her attention on Reiji, who was now pointing to the psychopath with a teddy bear.

"Kanato, the fourth son."

"I hope we will be best friends," he mumbled, squeezing the cursed mascot harder, so its tiny paws pretended to move.

She swallowed uneasily and made a mental note to avoid him even if she had to jump through the window.

"The fifth son, Laito."

"It's very nice to meet you, Bitch-chan," the Hatter all but purred in her ear, suddenly causing her blood to run cold in her veins.

"And the last son, Subaru."

"Tch, what a waste of time," he grumbled from the wall.

"Now, to finalize," if possible, Reiji sat straighter in his chair. "Which of us do you choose to become your fiancee and your master?"

"My master?!" She sputtered, looking over them like they all had lost their minds. "Okay, I have no idea what you're all playing at, but this gothic horror novel crap is too much for a welcome joke."

"You truly are stupid, aren't you?" Reiji's glare held her frozen to her spot as, word by word, his short speech shattered her resolve. "You are a mortal, sent here to provide us with necessary nourishment. Please, refrain from holding on to your delusional beliefs and decide, so we can all forget this charade."

"Provide you- with nourishment?" She rattled her brain, trying to make sense of all this insanity. They can't be cannibals, can they? "You..." she swallowed, the question getting stuck in her throat, "you aren't... cannibals, are you?"

She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth. Ayato gave a sharp bark of laughter and leveled her with a stare, leaning on his elbows to get closer to her.

"Idiot. We're vampires. And you-" he pointed at her, reaching for her wrist, "get to be our snack."

Terror seized her throat, making it impossible to breathe. Heart thudded in her chest, blood creaming in her ears as unnaturally cold fingers closed with breaking force over her thin wrist, dragging it slowly to his waiting mouth. Two sharp fangs glimmered there, no longer hidden under full lip. She stared transfixed. Panic rose in her chest as he inhaled her scent, tongue peeking out, mere millimeters from her skin.

"Laito, I choose Laito!"

She screamed at the top of her lungs. At that point, she'd have done anything just to escape the vicious creature sitting before her. Ayato glared at her from his spot and pushed her wrist away with a loud "tsk."

"Then it is settled. The girl is your responsibility now."

Misaki turned slowly to catch a glimpse of Laito, smiling like a cat who'd just gotten the cream. If possible, she felt in even greater danger than before.

[Masterlist] [Prologue] [Chapter II]

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normaltothemax · 9 months

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o5﹕ sender comforts receiver in the aftermath of a nightmare. ( lucy buddy )

They have him all tangled up in their webs, wrapped up like a helpless little fly about to get sucked dry. No matter what he does, no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t get free. They’re going to make him do things. Bad things. He’s going to hurt people and bring about the end of days and he’s absolutely helpless to stop it.

Fire and brimstone is everywhere, and it’s dark. So dark. Hell is here on earth and it’s all Lucy’s fault. He can hear screaming. Phee and Talia and Chauncey and Sal and Theodore and Arthur and Zoe and Linus and John. They’re all screaming and crying and it’s his fault and Lucy can’t get to them because the spiders have him trapped and he can’t fix this, he can’t—

They’re all—

Every item in the building (and a few things even further) is floating a good foot off the ground, including the couch he fell asleep on. Jars and books and magical items he doesn’t know the names of have lifted off of their shelves, free from the constraints of gravity as Lucy’s powers lash out. Despite any lights John may have turned on, the room remains dark. The shadows have flooded any and every available space, no longer limited to just corners, nooks, and crannies, looking even darker than usual.

In the end, it takes quite a bit of doing to wake Lucy up. Quite a bit of shoulder shaking and “wake up, Lucy”s and “come back to us”s. When he finally wakes, it’s with a gasp. Sweaty and confused, his eyes dart around the room as everything around them comes crashing back down and shadows recede back into their corners. Catching his breath is difficult, when everything is still so fresh. Had felt so real. Will be real. John is still talking to him, though Lucy’s not quite sure what he’s saying, but his voice is low and calm and soothing and he throws himself at the man. Wraps his arms around his neck and hides his face in it when the tears start to come and don’t stop.

It had felt so real, but it hasn’t happened yet. John’s safe, for now. So is everyone else. It hasn’t happened yet. “Sorry.” It’s barely a whimper, muffled by the crook of John’s neck and the tears that are still flowing, but he says it anyway. He’s sorry for a lot of things, but mostly for what he knows will happen to John when he destroys it all. Mostly for the way he’ll scream.

@talentforlying (x)

#talentforlying #i’ll tag this later #not sure how happy I am with this but eh it’s what I’ve got atm

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norangeyyy · 3 years

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Late Night HCs

Bucci Gang Edition

TW: nothing too extreme, just a little bit of hurt/comfort stuff sprinkled right here and there.

Bruno Bucciarati

► Bucciarati typically doesn't stay up late at night, he has work and would squeeze all the amount of sleep he can get on his free time.

► Unless he has a lot of things in mind.

► It doesn't matter whether it's a work-related problem, his past, a random thought, or just generally his worries about his future. It will keep him up.

► He'll definitely need someone to be an outlet but if no one's available, he'll just stare at the night sky and distract himself with the moving clouds or finish some of his work until he's too tired to think of anything.

► If you happen to be in the same situation and same place that night though, then make sure that you take care of the trust he has for you when he was at most vulnerable and he will do same with you.

► I personally headcannon Bucciarati to be the type to like those kind of conversations since i highly doubt that he has been so vulnerable in front of anyone besides Abbachio ever since he joined the mafia.

► And even then, he's mostly the one who lifts the spirits up and not the other way around since he's the leader.

► So expect to hear things and words you wouldn't expect to come from the Bucciarati you see everyday come spilling out of his mouth, it'll be a lot.

► Pat his back or better yet, give him a hug and brush his hair while doing so. He needs it a lot since he hasn't really got one after his family fell apart.

► "I feel so much better now, thank you. I'll make sure not to forget about this night. "

Leone Abbachio

► The night owl of the gang.

► Staying up until 3AM is nothing new to this man, hell, he could even go on a whole day without sleep if he has a lot of things that's bothering him.

► He's the opposite of Bucciarati, he prefers to shoulder his intrusive thoughts alone. It'd take some great amount of effort and trust to make him talk and let it out.

► What he does during those times is either using his stand to replay certain memories that could either worsen his guilt or put him at ease, or just drink until he passes out but most of the time, he does both.

► He could also be listening to some music while he does so but if he's feeling guilty for making Bucciarati concerned about his frequent drinking, then he'll just listen to music and hope that he'll fall asleep and not just keep his eyes closed until the sun rises.

► It works, kind of, but even without alcohol driving him to sleep, he'll always be tired. His sleeping schedule is seriously messed up because he never really cared about it in the first place.

► Would sometimes go out for a walk. Leone is fond of the city's peacefulness when everyone is asleep, with the only thing keeping him accompany is the cold air and the dim light of the lampposts.

► Secretly still has his police uniform and would occasionally take it out just to stare at it or talk to it in a not-so-kind of way as he sees his younger self in it.

► Gets dragged in whatever shit Narancia and the others are up to if he gets spotted. Mostly it's just for a movie night behind Bucciarati's back but Abbachio knows better and expects the unexpected when it comes to the gang.

► Knows what everyone does in late night if they're still up and has seen a lot of ungodly sights.

► Whether it be seeing a sleepy Mista and the pistols chanting a weird prayer to a bowl of cereals or Fugo being dragged out of his room by Narancia, Leone knows it.

Pannacotta Fugo

► Just like Bucciarati, Fugo rarely stays up late at night and if he does, it's usually just because he's busy.

► Fugo has hobbies like painting and reading, everyone in the gang knows that. It's just that he gets carried way too far sometimes and loses track of time.

► Who could blame him though when the book he's reading is just too interesting or the painting he's currently working on is almost done, right?

► On extremely rare occasions where something unpleasant enough to keep Fugo up at night happens, he'll bundle himself in his fluffy blanket like a butterfly in its cocoon.

► He always does this back when he's still living with his parents, it makes him feel safe from anything that's haunting him.

► And if it's neither his hobbies or problems that's keeping him up, he'll just hear Narancia whispering outside his door or Mista throwing pebbles at his window.

► For the first few times the duo did this, Fugo was still able to resist until he just can't anymore knowing that they wouldn't leave him alone all night.

► "Well, this isn't so bad. "

► He says as he enthusiastically tosses a popcorn into his mouth with his eyes glued all over the lit screen of the TV.

► Movie nights, along with sneaking out to go the nearest convenience store, became a common thing between the Torture Dance Trio™ ever since then.

Narancia Ghirga

► The type to wake up in the middle of the night and think "Hmm... Everyone's asleep, let's commit robbery tonight!"

► Fugo's sleep paralysis demon.

► Would literally not hesitate to steal chocolate bars with Mista and probably does 3AM challenges with him too.

► Never runs out of ideas to keep himself up at night and is the one who comes up with everything but what he does still depends on his mood.

► If Narancia's feeling a little too lazy then he'll just sleep and most of the time, with music keeping him accompany. But unlike Abbachio, he purposely doesn't wear headphones just to annoy Fugo whose room is right next to his.

► If he's feeling like it, he'll straight up just invite the others to watch a movie or play videogames even though Bruno has already made it clear not to use the TV after 11PM.

► But just as he likes staying up at night doing crazy things with the boys, he also uses his energy left and free time to self-study, as surprising that may sound.

► He may hate reading but he takes advantage of the fact that his brain is much active at night and he doesn't want to depend on Fugo too much. After all, he dreams on going back to school and he's more than willing to be capable enough to do so alone and pass without the other teen's help.

► Will cuddle anything that's near him while he studies but if you give him a plushie, it'll be instantly his favorite and he would definitely use it as a study buddy.

Guido Mista

► Alright, let's be honest here, this dude wouldn't even stay up if it weren't for his bros.

► 5 seconds lying on the bed and he's already knocked out for a good 10 hours if there's no work he has to do for the day. Make it 8 at weekdays thanks to his mafia-related responsibilities.

► He sleeps like a log so only a combination of shaking him up awake with Fugo and Narancia can make him rise from what seems like a two year coma but is really just a normal tuesday night.

► Will pretty much join Narancia at anything he does but since his last three brain cells are obviously still as half asleep as him, he won't be able to remember that much the next day.

► And once he's out of the room and is already sitting on the couch with the guys, Mista's the type to fall asleep halfway through the movie.

► You can't blame him though, it's 12AM and it seems that Fugo got to choose what movie they'll watch since Narancia already got to choose the other night.

► Unless they're playing videogames or are going out then he won't be acting like a slow ass PVZ zombie with a fried brain. Actually, he'll be hella active if that's the case.

► Active at grabbing every snack each second, that is.

► Actually, it's the pistols who does that but oh well, it's not like Mista's innocent too.

► "I swear it's not me who ate all of our groceries for this month! Right, guys?! It's the pistols! "

► And that, everyone, is how Guido blew their little rendezvous without even trying.

Giorno Giovanna

► There's not much to be said about this boy since just like Mista, Giorno goes to bed early as he makes sure he still gets the proper amount of sleep.

► He already has a lot of things to deal with at day so of course, by the end of it, he'll be exhausted.

► Nights before exams are excluded because although he may seem like he skips class sometimes, Giorno still knows his priorities.

► Only when he became the head of the mafia did he really started to lose sleep as great power comes with great responsibilities.

► It took a LONG time for Giorno to adjust to a lot of things cause come on, he maybe resilient but he's still a 15 year old teen.

► Not only does he have towers after towers of work but i like to imagine that he still continued his education and used some of the things he learns in class in the mafia, specifically in classes like history or geography class since as a boss, he has to know every nook and cranny of Italy.

► Not to mention that emergencies happen and he always has to be ready to give out orders, even if it means being woken up at 1AM.

► God, help this child because all the things mentioned above are just an understatement of what happens on the first few months of being in charge of Passione.

► "So this is why Diavolo looks like he's about to explode whenever something goes wrong huh. "

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tonystarksfavoritedaughter · 3 years

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I Love You

Cal x Mare

Warnings: none just fluff :) in Cal’s POV

A/N: what’s up my peeps! It’s been a minute since I’ve written something. This ones been in the works for a while but I finally got the motivation to finish it. Please send in more MareCal ideas because I just love writing for them so much!! Enjoy!

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Friday, two days away and I still didn’t have a gift for Mare for our first anniversary. One year we have been together. One year since the war broke loose and was won. Since Mavey had been put to an end. One year that we have loved each other through thick and thin. This means that it had to be extra special. I knew Mare didn’t want to anything outrageous for it, but I couldn’t help but get her something. The only problem was, I had procrastinated and was seeking the only help I knew reliable: Kilorn and Gisa.

“Well, well, well. Your highness forgot to get his queen an anniversary gift. What do you think, G?” Kilorn smirked

“Punishable by death,” she said as she sat down.

“Very funny guys, but this serious,” I gave them both a look. “It’s our one year anniversary and we’ve both been through a lot; her more than me, and I want to get her something extra special. Any ideas?”

Kilorn scratched his chin in thought. “You get her a new sweater. Hers is all torn from wear.” Gisa slapped the back of his head. “No you idiot,” she turned towards me. “Get her something sentimental. Even if it’s a small detail that she only mentioned once or twice, she’ll appreciate it,” she smiled.

“Okay but what if she thinks that it’s weird that I paid that much attention to it?”

“Trust me. She’ll love it no matter what.”

“Buddy,” Kilorn patted my shoulder. “Mare is so head over heels for you that you could get her a rock and she’ll love it.”

“Unless she hates it and uses said rock to throw at my head.”

“Dude! You have to stop worrying. Go with your gut.”

But I couldn’t stop worrying. I loved her so much and I didn’t want to mess it up with a stupid gift. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

“Okay. Thanks guys,” I said as I closed the door.

The market was busier than usual. People crowding every nook and cranny to get to work. You would think people would move for a prince, but no one paid attention to me as they passed. I never wanted to play this prince card, but this was urgent! I walked around looking for anything that Mare would like. I was about call it a quits when something caught my eye: a pair of dangling, sparkling fire red earrings. I knew that was the perfect gift and went to pay.

“37 paper bills,” the merchant said.

I gave the man the money and thanked him and stuck the earrings into my pocket.

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“Hey baby!” I was struck with a force strong I almost fell over. Mare may have been small, but she was capable of knocking me down; which she has before.

“Hey sweetheart.”

“Are you excited for Friday?” She asked hopefully. I knew what Friday was. But I wanted to play dumb that way the surprise was extra good.

“What’s Friday?”

“Oh. Nothing. I just got my days mixed up then.” She sat down on the couch and started flipping through her book. She looked mad or disappointed. I felt bad, but I knew that it was going to be worth it.

“I’m going to go change and then we can cuddle, okay?”

“Okay,” she smiled. I walked to our shared bedroom and took out the earrings and started looking for a hiding place. The jewelry box? No she’ll notice new pieces in there. Beside table? Maybe. She doesn’t look in there often. Perfect. I changed into a pair of sweatpants and comfortable shirt. I walked in to see her almost done with her book. I sat down next to her and kissed her head.

“Almost done?”

“Yeah,” she put it on the table. “It’s getting pretty boring now.”

“Good. Now you can pay attention to me.”

She slapped my chest lightly and smirked. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her into me. I could feel her warmth radiating through her clothes. It was different from my constant heat. Mine was constant reminder of the burdened I carried. The reminder of all the people I’ve hurt and killed. Hers was a reason for me to keep going. To know that I have someone who would be there for me. She was my anchor. And I only hoped to be hers.

—-

It was finally Friday. Everything was in place. Now I only needed her to be there.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” she smiled.

“Let’s go for a walk.” I extended my hand for her to take. Once she did, I took her to the Montfort Gardens. She loved it there. It was spring. The flowers in full bloom, making the scene a burst of colors. The weather was perfect. A cool breeze coming in every once in a while. The sight was breathtaking. But not the garden. Mare.

She sat on a bench that looked straight ahead to the mountains. Her still half purple hair blowing in the wind. I could catch sight of her four earrings. Each one for a brother and a friend. I subconsciously patted the earring box in my pocket.

I sat down beside her. She turned her head to look at me. We didn’t say anything. We didn’t need to. My eyes flickered down to her lips. Hers did the same. I didn’t who leaned in first. Frankly, I didn’t care. All I knew was that her kiss set a flame in heart. Different from the ones I caused.

I pulled away and leaned my forehead on hers. We didn’t open our eyes. I placed her hand in mine.

“Mare. I know we said no gifts but-“

“Cal, you didn’t.”

“I did. Because you deserve everything and anything. And to be honest, I don’t deserve you.” I took out the little box. She gasped. “Before you say anything, it’s not a ring,” I chuckled. “I know how you feel about that. I just wanted to get you something to let you know how much you mean to me.” I opened the box. The red gems sparkled in the light.

“Cal, I-“

“You don’t need to say anything. Just know I love you.”

She looked up at me. Her eyes were glassy. I panicked. The only reassurance I had was a smile plastered on her face. She took the box in her hands and ran her fingertip over the gems.

“They’re beautiful,” she said. “What made you get red?”

“Red for me, red for you.”

She laid her head on my shoulder. I rested mine on top of hers. We were together. Not as Tiberias or Mareena, but as Cal and Mare. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

#marecal #mare barrow #cal calore #red queen #kings cage #kilorn warren #war storm #glass sword #diana farley #tiberias calore #evangline samos #elane haven #shade barrow

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anotheranimewriter · 3 years

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MHA Boys Type of Study Buddies

(So this is not only about Kirishima but this gif is just too damn cute not to use, but anyway! Heres another 'Type Of'/ 'Reaction' post. Feel free to send in some request for different content :)!)

MHA Boy as Types of Study Buddies:

Katsuki Bakugo, Iida Tenya, Izuku Midoriya, & Shoto Todoroki:

These boys hold no remorse when it comes to study time. They are all trying to be the best hero after all, and how can you be the best if you don’t train your mind like your quirks? That being said, you ask them to tutor you or help you with a certain section that you’re confused about. Some are reluctant at first but they know you wouldn’t have asked unless you needed the help, which led you to the common room for a late night study session. “No. That’s wrong.” They say not fully looking at your page causing you to scoff “How would you know it’s wrong? You’re not even looking!” You exclaim as they look over to meet your eyes, before they slide their worksheet over to your side, showing you the correct answer, with the work to prove it. “Damnit, and I tried so hard.” Your voice oozes with disappointment as you look over at your worksheet to see where you went wrong. They place a hand over the paper drawing your attention away from your mistakes “Well that’s why you asked for help right?” They reply, raising an eyebrow at you, as you slowly nodded watching a small smirk appear on their face as they grabbed their pencil bringing your worksheet closer to them. “Okay, pay close attention. Cause I’m only doing this once.” They stated cautiously, waiting for you to nod as they walked you through the problem step by step, until you were practically reciting the next steps on your own. A+ to these boys in the studying department.

Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, & Sero Hanta:

These boys are honestly just there for the ride. Like they did ask you to pair up to study because they know how smart you are, BUT they also know that they won't be paying an ounce of attention to what you're saying. Don’t get me wrong, they will 100% try and give it their all because they don’t want you to think you’re doing a bad job but they just have no idea what's going on within the subject. One thing they do know is that it's your favorite subject, and they can tell by the twinkle in your eyes when you start trying to explain something to them, and boy do they get lost in those eyes. “Well since you completely tuned out what I said to you, let's try a different teaching method.” You exclaim as the blush begins to build on their cheeks as they bring their hands up “No no no, I was listening I swear.” They quickly reply, shaking their head causing you to laugh “It’s okay, I’m not upset, I know this is a pretty tough subject, but I don’t just want you to listen to me. I want you to actually learn something.” You explain as they let out a deep breath before slowly nodding. “Good, so how about we use gaming as a substitute for this subject, yeah?” You ask, knowing the big time gamer boy is now jumping for joy inside them as they nod with such wild excitement. “Yes, please. Can’t promise I’ll pay attention, cause I’ve got quite the distraction but I’ll try.” They say causing you to turn your head slightly as you mutter a ‘Shut up’ before you start combining their gamer world into your favorite subject. Gotta hand it to you, it definitely does the trick, they get a better grasp of the subject now, but they most definitely were stealing more than a couple of glances at you, y’know that's how chemistry works, right?

Tamaki Amajiki, & Hitoshi Shinso:

These two wouldn’t dare ask you, and you were also too scared to ask them for study help, whether it was shyness or intimidation, you both just couldn't ask one another. But that didn't stop you from your big master plan, which brought you to the campus library where you knew they would be studying. It was quiet, secluded, and accessible at nearly all times. So there was surprise when you found them tucked away in a corner by the window, with their books sprawled out in front of them. You slowly walked towards them, being mindful of your footsteps not wanting to be too loud and interrupt their studying, until you softly placed your bag on the opposite side of their little nook. Preparing your books and worksheet as they now watched you under an intense gaze, you both wanted to study together, and here was the chance to do so, unintentionally on their end, full intentions on your end. As you open your book letting out a soft sigh they look over to you and give you a weak smile, which you return before busying yourself in your notes. The silence between the both of you was very comforting, even if someone else might’ve felt it awkward, you were both more than at ease with the quiet “What’d you get for 27?” They asked softly, breaking your existing silence as you lifted your head from your book “B. What about you?” You ask as they let out a soft ‘tsk’, “I’m still stuck on it.” They reply as you peer over at their worksheet “I can help you. If you want..” you say, allowing the statement to float in the air between the two of you as you watch them nod “Please.” They reply softly, moving a bit closer to you as you sit upright and begin to go over the problem with them. An unintentional yet oh so intentional study date was a success.

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kayzume · 3 years

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Pairing: Bokuto x Reader

Genre: a tiny, tiny bit of angst, but mostly fluff:>

wc: 4.1k, who knew i can pull of something this long😃

Note: This fic is my gift to @jayeray for our server secret santa, Happy Holidays to you I hope you had a great Christmas and I hope we get to talk more (timezone is sht, I must be asleep when yer online🥲)I hope this piece makes you smile:>. Also sorry for shamelessly asking three people to beta this bec im not sure about how it turned out, also bec my grammar is sht(T ^ T)—also lemme thank the internet by helping me with them vows, only edited some parts of it to fit the story better..

Beta: @thirstyforthem2dmen , @india-katsuki , @prismaintales kithes to all of u

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Life is filled with fluttering moments, these events mark something within us that would either make us...or break us. You guessed that most of your story has made you what you are today. You were walking in the park hand in hand with Koutaro and your daughter, playing with his hair while she sat on his shoulders.

“Momma can I ask something?” your daughter spoke breaking silence.

“What is it baby?” you responded

“How’d you meet dad?” she asked cocking her head to the side, much like her father when he’s curious. You smiled at her,

“Well…”

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‘The Meeting’

“Hey, Hey” you ignored whatever that was and whoever was making those annoying calls. Your face remained buried on the textbook required for your literature elective. Lost in your own thoughts and the flow of music through your earbuds, you missed the exasperated sigh that left the lips of the one and only Bokuto Kutaro, star player of the volleyball team.

“Hey miss!” tap tap the loud tapping burst your train of thoughts pulling one of your buds out, you glared at the man in front of you.

“What? You got nothing better to do buddy?!” you spat in utter annoyance.

“You’re in my seat” he replied grimly, lowkey telling you to scoot over. You, in return, refused to leave your spot; checking every nook and cranny to try and look for names or scribblings.

“Doesn’t have your name on it, you can’t stake a claim and this is school property” you argue pettily. He looked at you in disbelief.

“B-but Akaashi sits right here” he whispered, albeit to himself. You stifled a scoff, he looked so upset at the fact that he can’t sit beside this ‘Akaashi’ person. You cleared your throat and offered him the other side of your spot, which is free.

“Why don’t you sit here instead, you’d still be near your friend. I wouldn’t hinder any chatter that you decide to make” is what you told him. There’s no particular reason as to why you wouldn’t move instead, just that your pride isn’t letting you, besides his reactions are very much worth the trouble. The classroom doors creaked open, students pouring in and occupying the seats. A man with dark hair approached you, or rather the seat beside you. He eyed the person you were conversing with just now. He didn’t utter a word and took his seat beside you. A few minutes later the bells started ringing signaling the start of lectures, your professor walked in clutching big old dusty books of classic literature, your not so favorite. The only reason you were even taking this class is for the extra credits, that you most definitely do not need. You were bored and needed a new source of entertainment. For normal students this must seem ridiculous, because studying isn’t counted as a source of fun. Take note ‘normal’ you were far from normal. You’re friendless, you were having a hard time mingling with others your age. It's not that you were getting bullied, it's just you and your foreboding trust issues. You hated the feeling of betrayal and refused to remember what it was like, so as a coping mechanism you refused to make friends, or even open up to anyone.

Bokuto was upset that he didn’t get to sit beside Akaashi, he was a year ahead but the volleyball coaches as much as they hate to prevent him from playing official games, he was failing english literature and needed to keep up his grades in order to enter the court again. Easier said than done, his literature class held him back from moving further. His professor sponsored his letter so that he will only be held back by one subject and not the whole year, all he had to do now is pass the semester with flying colors, and so far he was having a hard time. That’s the reason he needed to sit near Akaashi so the later can help him with his studies, then this woman came out of nowhere and taking his seat is not helping the least bit and he hates it.

“L/N-san we would like to request your assistance” your professor spoke in a low voice. Assistance in what matter, it seems important that it looks almost impossible to refuse.

“I’d be glad to lend a hand, but with what, sensei you rarely ask for favors it feels new” you replied

“Please tutor Bokuto Kotarou, he’s an oncoming senior but has been held back by this subject. If he fails one more time he’d have to repeat the whole year, and this might also put a bad name for his sports scholarship” She explained, you looked at the profile of the student you need to tutor, it was him, the guy with condiments hair.

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“Condiments hair?” your daughter asked in confusion

“Mom was so mean right?? She called dad condiments, do I look like a bottle of ketchup baby?” Koutaro countered on your daughter with faux pity.

“Oh please, your hair is literally salt and pepper, and yeah you looked like a bottle of ketchup when you blush” you chuckled responding to them.

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‘The Courtship’

It’s been five months since you started teaching Kotarou, and the two of you were past the last name formalities. He was still the same as when you first met, loud and annoying. But you’d never tell him that, because as you’ve observed he has times where he just suddenly drops his attitude and becomes sort of gloomy head in the clouds type of persona. It was confusing and downright weird.

You were at the library looking for articles that can support your paper. It was 6pm, you were hungry and sleepy from studying the whole day, and you were starting to get bored. But since your paperwork is nowhere near done you just couldn't leave.

You heaved a deep sigh and rubbed your now strained eyes, feeling the drowsiness trying to pull you into passing out.

BAM.

You suddenly jolted in your seat, you looked at your side where the loud thump came from. Koutaro was pulling the seat beside you.

“What are you doing here? Don’t you have practice” you asked him, he rarely— almost never skips his volleyball practices.

He sat down properly and jingled a bag in your face.“I had a feeling you’d be hungry by now, I heard from Akaashi that you’re pulling all nighters for your class paper, besides we didn't have session today too, and yes, I have practice today” He replied so calmly it weirded you out a bit.

“Then what—” you started asking again when he rudely pressed his pointing finger at your lips. You were so tempted to bite him.

“I ditched, because of our session” he told you, “and also because I want to bring you some food” he continued.

“Kou, we don’t have sessions during Fridays. You specifically asked me to skip tutoring you on Fridays because you said you want to spend this day hanging out with your friends” you replied to his nonsense. You’re grateful that he thought of you and brought you food, but also you didn’t want to take away his personal time with his friends.

“Uhh y/n, you are my friend too so technically I’m still hanging out and spending my time wisely” he told you while opening a bag of pretzels for the two of you to share. You were thankful you picked the most isolated wing of the library to study or else you two would’ve been kicked out from munching loudly.

You blushed a shade of pink not because he said he sees you as a friend, your cherry blossom cheeks represent the embarrassment and lowkey disappointment that you felt knowing that a friend is all that you will be to him.

“I meant special. You’re a very special friend y/n, and that I hope you’ll allow me to offer you more than a special friendship…” he trailed off looking deeply in the depths of your pooling eyes. You can’t help but feel overwhelmed at the butterflies that started storming from within you. If you were a cherry blossom before, you’d definitely be a red rose now.

“Whatever do you mean by that?” you asked him sheepishly, lowering your head to shield him from seeing you in such an unsightly state. You fiddled with your hands whilst waiting for him to give you an answer.

“Y/n, C-can I court you?” He replied with a sweet smile.

‘The Answer’

It’s been a couple of months since Bokuto’s confession and up to this day you still feel giddy about it. Who would’ve thought that you’ll attract someone the complete opposite of you.

Whenever he visits your dorm or whenever you accompany each other somewhere he doesn’t fail to do something sweet to show his affection towards you. You were having mixed feelings whether to give him a chance or not. ‘Relationships are scary’ you thought, but the idea of him doing those sweet things for others gives a painful churn within you. He invited you to attend a game of his and cheer for him.

“Cheers for goodluck” is what he said the last time you met, which was the day before. You entered the gym, the bright lights blinding your sight. Lightly covering up you headed for the bleachers.

The place was already packed from students and other volleyball patrons. You see some free seats, only to be disappointed when they were actually reserved, you turn to leave for a new place when,

“Y/n!! where are you going? Your seat is right here!!” you craned your neck to where the voice came from only to see Koutaro waving at you. He walked to where you were.

“Sit here and cheer for me as loud as you can” he told cracking a beautiful smile. He wasn’t even doing anything special but you could feel the hotness creeping it’s way from your neck to your cheeks.

“O-okay, do your best out there” without even thinking your body moved on its own to give him a peck on his cheeks. His face contorted in surprise, you thought you did something wrong that it made you a little bit conscious, as you we’re pulling away he held your hand and you stared at his blushing face.

“Do it again” he almost sounds commanding if not for his hands slightly shaking in yours

“W-what...I’m sorry my body moved on it’s own” you started,

“Do it again...to double the luck” is what his reply was, you looked down feeling the loud thumping of your heart in your chest you quickly gave his other cheek a peck.

“G-go now, I think the game is about to start” you shoo him away as you try to calm yourself down. You can’t believe you kissed someone. And in public too. For other people it may not be a big thing but for you, that kiss felt special.

(Game goes, 4th Set)

They were at match point and as the game goes, Koutaro suddenly went on his ‘emo mode’, he was dumbfounded just standing there. You looked worried, there was no way they’re going to lose.

“Just one more point” you whispered to yourself, the ball was set and it looks like Koutaro will go for a shot, he still looked out of it. He needs to get out of his slump. An idea came to mind, it was so unlike you to do something like that but you closed your eyes and just goes for it.

“Take that shot and win!!” you screamed the loudest that you can. You saw him stiffen and slowly he ran and jumped, he spiked the ball so hard it bounced with a hard thud, you almost thought it left a mark on the floor. You heard the loud cheers and a loud buzz, signaling that the game comes to a close.

You sighed in relief to see that your little stunt helped him. You were about to go to and congratulate him when he meets you somewhere in the middle.

“Did I do great y/n-chan?” he asked, his eyes sparkling in anticipation almost as if waiting for a praise.

“You did absolutely great, I had fun watching you,I’m sorry I barely cheered loud, I’m not used to public gatherings like this” you shook your head in embarrassment

“Thank you for cheering me on, uhh y/n since we won, don’t you think it’s fitting that i get a gift from you” he told you. You were a bit puzzled, you didn’t get him anything.

“I- I didn’t get you anythi—” you started only to be cut off by him asking,

“Can I please date you now?”

You smiled at him, “Yea sure”

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“I don’t get it, what was the gift that you gave him, if you didn’t buy him one” she asked again tilting her head

“I gave him my answer” you only smiled on her more evident confusion

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‘The Veil and The Bow’

“Calm down Bokuto-san, everything is perfect” Akaashi told Bokuto as they waited for the large wooden doors to open. It has been 5 years since the two of you started going out and 6 months since he proposed. When you said ‘yes’ to his impromptu proposal he couldn’t believe his ears, at first he was worried and ready to pass it off as a joke but then…

“LET'S GO FOR A DRIVE!!” Koutaro screamed out of nowhere, you gave him a look. Raising an eyebrow in confusion you asked,

“Right now?” he must be joking you thought

“Why not?” he asked dumbly, cocking his head to the side

“Uhh..Kou, it’s 11pm.” you told him nonchalantly, you continued filing on your laptop when you felt him tug at your shirt.

“What?” you asked him without looking, he tugged again. This time as you take on his face, he bit his pouty lips and looked at you straight in the eyes as if begging.

“Really? Where are we even going?” you asked him again whilst standing up and slipping on your warmer.

He looked so excited he rushed to get his keys when he came back to you. He engulfed you in a big hug, snuggling his face in the crook of your neck.

He let out a small “Thank you”

Feeling his hot breath tickling your neck, you gently pushed him off.

“Are we just gonna stand and hug here?” you jabbed him jokingly as if to hide your reddening cheeks. He held your hand and guided you to his awaiting car. You’ve been driving for quite a while, just seeing where the night takes the two of you.

It took you the beach

You walked on the cold sand hand in hand. It was dark and chilly, you shuddered and Koutaro held you close to him, you heard him squeak,

“What was that? Did you say something?” you asked him just to make sure.

“We’re here” he announced, you looked at your surroundings only to see a gazebo all set up with candles, a picnic blanket and plush pillows. You looked at Koutaro stunned

“T-this is all planned?” you asked him stunned at the effort he pulled. No wonder he badly wants to go. You felt warm through the cold on how sweet he was

“You looked so stressed with work I thought that a date will cheer you up even a little” he told you as he fiddled with his hands, even though he was slightly looking down you can clearly see his reddish ears. You couldn’t contain yourself so you tiptoed and kissed him.

“Thank you Kou, having you around is already calming to me, but you did all this too, you’re so sweet, i love you you’re the best thing I could ever ask for” you told him while caressing his cheeks.

He moved his hands to engulf yours, he slowly pushed your hands of to his mouth, giving your palms a peck.

“No, thank you y/n for giving me a chance to be with someone like you,” he told you as he stared at you lovingly.

The night goes by and the two of you ate, laughed, and told each other stories. You two were lying quietly staring at the stars glittering in the night sky.

Sigh.

You looked at Koutaro after he heaved that deep sigh.

“Hey, something wrong” you nudged him a little.

“Nothing...it’s just that I want us to stay like this forever, happy and contented, say y/n, can I ask you something?” he replied, you were curious as to what he was going to ask it seems like a big deal to him.

“Hmm?” you hummed in response

“Y/n...will you stay with me for as long as you can..i mean forever..i mean as long as we can, Can we stay with each other” he asked you in almost a whisper

“Are you—” you were about to ask when he looked at you in all seriousness.

“Y/n L/n, will you marry me?” you can’t keep the surprise in your face, you blushed deeply, it was weird for him to be this serious, but you’re not gonna lie you like this side of him too, you stared at him for a hot minute and cracked your sweetest smile.

“I thought you’d never ask”

The big doors cracked open, the music flowing, Bokuto stared as you walk to where he was, at the altar, waiting.

As the wedding goes on, it was finally time to say your vows, you looked at Koutaro who is now holding a microphone on his left hand and his right gripping into yours,

“Since the day I met you, I knew you were a special woman. And even though I suck at Literature,it will forever be my favorite subject that I ever enrolled in. From that day forward that I met you in that god forsaken class, I became a true believer that you do not find true love, but true love finds you.

You, more than anyone else, know my insecurities and weaknesses and still never make me feel inadequate. You have always loved me without reservations. You praise me in a way I never thought was possible and because of you, I am the best man I can be.

I cannot promise I will always be the perfect husband, but I promise to love you through the good times and bad. To choose our love every single day. I promise to always fight with you and for you, never against you. I promise to always be your biggest fan, confidant and best friend. I promise to remember we are not perfect—only perfect for each other. I promise to love you without hesitation or boundaries from this day forward, for the rest of my life.

Thank you for being the woman of my dreams and the best partner I could ever ask for. Thank you for being the pillar that my wacky soul has always needed and I will forever be your wings. Everything in me recognizes your heart as my home and your arms, my shelter.

You are my better half and very best friend. I will love you, honor you, respect and cherish you in sickness and health, through sorrows and success, for all the days of my life. I am forever yours."

You bit your lip to calm yourself from sobbing into his heartfelt words. You felt his love from every single thing that he spewed out. You were thankful to where you are now, you were thankful to god that gave you a man like Bokuto Koutaro to love you. As you dab away the heavy tears on your face and as clear your throat you tell him your vows in return.

“I want so badly to be able to explain all the love I have for you. Not the love of butterflies and stomach knots—but more the blurring of self and the entanglement with another soul. Love is a word that is much too soft and used far too often to ever describe the fierce, infinite and blazing passion that I have in my heart for you. You are a million dreams and a million prayers of a little girl come true. You are kind. You are silly. You are intelligent—in your own way. Your laugh is contagious and you can put away an entire ice cream cake in one sitting like nobody else can. You acknowledge my strengths and accept my faults. You make me want to be a better person every day. I take you as you are now, tomorrow and for eternity to come, to be my husband.

Even when the day comes that we're old and gray, I promise to always see you with the same eyes and the same heart that I see you with at this exact moment. So today, I vow to honor you and respect you, support you and encourage you. I promise to dream with you, celebrate with you, and walk beside you through whatever life brings. I vow to laugh with you and comfort you during times of joy and times of sorrow. I promise to always pursue you, to fight for you, and love you unconditionally and wholeheartedly for the rest of my life. You are my best friend and I'm the luckiest person on Earth to call you mine."

As you finished your vows you couldn’t help the cracking of your voice, you felt hot tears flow from your eyes, you looked at him as he wipes all of them away.

“Shhh..don’t cry, everyone might get the wrong idea” Koutaro told you as he dabbed on your face. You only chuckled at him, he’s far too precious and you’re lucky to be able to witness it.

“You’re the one getting the wrong idea Kou, these are happy tears. Finally we’re binded forever and always.” you smiled at him as the priest continues on the ceremony

“Forever and always” he whispered back at you as the two of you we’re slipping on your wedding rings.

The priest announced “I pronounce you man and wife, may you live long and build a happy life together.”

He kissed you as the cheers filled the room.

‘The Life’

“Kou!! Go and chase Kaori!!” you instructed your husband to follow your daughter as she ran around away from you. She’s so much like her father, in personality and in looks. You had her 3years ago, and now you would’ve chased her yourself if not for your heavy bulging stomach. You were 7 months in your second pregnancy and everything was hard to do. Thank god for Koutaro, even though he was busy because of his job as a professional athlete he always make sure to make time for you, he always comes home early and makes sure throughout the day that you’re feeling fine. At times he will bring your daughter along to work to lessen the things that you have to think about for the day.

Today was special, he took a day off to take the threeof you to the park. You were tired from playing with the two of them the whole day. So you decided that the three of you should rest a bit, but your child has other plans of her own as soon as you situated yourself on a bench she hopped off and ran. That was why you asked your husband to chase her off to bring her back. The two of them was now in your line of sight, you didn’t want to scold your daughter but, she was extremely hyper and you didn’t want her to trip and fall then hurt herself.

“Bokuto Kaori, you do not just go and run away, against mom’s request, what if you hurt yourself?” you asked her as gentle as you can, even so she still whimpered at you scolding her. She looked at you with big teary eyes.

“I’m so sowwy momma, I only went to go pick these flowers for you” she answered you as she took out three wildflowers from her back, you cooed at how sweet she was. You waved at her to come close and she did, you engulfed her in a loving embrace kissing her temples lightly,

“Aww thank you baby,” you looked up to see Koutaro surprisingly quiet. He was staring at the two of you, he was filled with love and he was grateful for the family you two built together.

“Can I join that hug?” he asked, you opened your arms as he rushed into them almost crushing your daughter in between. The three of you laughed while coddled like that. You looked up at the sky, thankfully smiling.

Gen Taglist open: @kitayawa @aruhappy

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ashen-crest · 3 years

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positivity prom week 6

Spread the positivity to others! Make a post and tag a few writers whose work you enjoy reading <3

Pfft just a few? Buddy, we ain’t doing a few. And even with this list, I’m sure I’m missing people, so please don’t feel bad if you’re not on this list! Blame my goldfish memory.

@writeblrfantasy you write beautiful work at lightning speed. you’re incredible, I’m always so impressed.

@magic-is-something-we-create your descriptions?? your blend of fantasy horror?? your eMOTIONAL scenes?? goddamn. like, goddamn.

@spacetimewraithwrites I mean, you already know I’m obsessed with Thrive and Warren. I’m always so excited to see snippets of them. (and of your other WIPS, too!)

@pheita your dedication to Sojan and Lyran in all their AU forms never ceases to impress me! (and it may be your fault that I now also have AUs.)

@akindofmagictoo I mean, we wrote a crossover together? so. <3 <3 <3

@sleepyowlwrites I’m pretty sure our minds are linked at this point or something, but anyway- your writing is just so clear and beautiful. I love the style, I love how clearly the characters come across. like with Don, I love every snippet I come across!

@chayscribbles I know you’re on hiatus, but I am EXTREMELY glad I’m on your discord, because seriously, what would I do without Petra and Finn? cry. that’s what I’d do.

@cecilsstorycorner I know you’re also on hiatus, but you are both an amazing writer and artist. <3

@loopyhoopywrites I want the ex quest book in my hands Right Now. you are so funny and so talented!!

@oh-no-another-idea listenlistenlisten your train WIP? I am so excited about it. please keep posting snippets.

@zmlorenz you have been responsible for my tears in the past, and you will be responsible for my tears in the future, and I’ve accepted this. cannot wait to have a signed copy of Remnants on my shelf. I’m saving space for it, in fact.

@b-a-pigeon was so glad to go on Worm’s journey, and am very excited for Mirrored in Evergreen :) it’s on my nook right now!!

@theramwrites the boys will forever be in my heart, and you know that. <3

Again, I’m absolutely positive that I missed folks, but this is really just off the top of my head.

#positivityprom #writeblr #writing positivity #writing community #writblr #just pretend I am throwing hearts at you

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midnightcradle · 4 years

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Fears Headcannons

Here’s some headcannons of the Ikevamps with an MC with a fear of thunderstorms, ghosts, the dark, and bugs. Hope you enjoy!

Thunderstorms

Theo

Theo understands your fear all too well. He has his own fear of cats, after all.

When a pretty bad thunderstorm hits and he notices your hands shaking, he knows exactly how you’re feeling

Without asking any questions, he takes your hand

Theo gathers an assortment of blankets and pillows on the way to his destination

He leads you right to the cellar of the mansion and ignores your questions

He sets up the blankets and pillows in a corner and flops down, tugging you down with him

“You’re scared of thunderstorms, right? It’s not as loud down here.” He opens his arms wide, “So I’ll cuddle you for as long as you need.”

He’ll play with your hair and distract you with stories from his childhood

You and Theo stay down in the cellar together for quite some time, even after the storm has passed

Mozart

Mozart finds thunderstorms incredibly annoying

The cracks of thunder disturb him while writing music and while playing

He’ll roll his eyes and seek inspiration for his music elsewhere

This leads him right to your room

He’s surprised to see you in bed with the covers over your head. Sleeping this late in the day?

When he calls your name, you let out a yelp

Only then does he realize what’s going on

Just like you helped him overcome his fear of carriages, he wants to help with your fear

He’ll lead you right back to the music room and sit you down at the piano bench beside him

Mozart will play you your favorite songs in hopes of distracting you from the thunder and lightning

He’ll even teach you to play a few simple songs

Vincent

Vincent very much enjoys thunderstorms

Dark clouds and heavy rain make him feel at peace somehow

But when you come into his room with tears streaming down your face, he’d do absolutely anything for the storm to go away

Vincent doesn’t really have any fears, so it’s difficult for him to understand your fear

Despite this, he’ll comfort you however he can

He’ll pull you to his chest and tell you to listen to his heart beating instead of the thunder

Kisses, cuddles, and sweet words will distract you from the storm outside

Ghosts

Arthur

Theo thought it would be funny to tell you that the mansion is haunted one night as he passed you by in the hallway

It was a joke, of course. Or was it?

Joke or not, you're now on edge

While cleaning up in the library, you hear the floor creak behind you and a shriek escapes your lips

“Sorry, luv. Didn’t mean to scare you.” Arthur gives you an apologetic smile as he wraps his arms around you

Arthur didn't think much of it. He thought he just happened to startle you

But as days go by, he notices that you're acting differently.

One night he decides to visit your room to ask you about it

His footsteps echo in the empty hallway, and when he stops outside your door he hears a whimper from inside.

“Darling, are you alright?” He opens the door and is surprised to see you in bed with a blanket over you

“Oh, Arthur! I thought you were a ghost.”

“So ghosts have been distracting you this whole time? I’m rather jealous.” He frowns

That night he decides to lavish you with love, leaving no room for anymore thoughts of those pesky ghosts

His name is all you’ll be thinking about

Dazai

Dazai had no idea you were afraid of ghosts until he told a ghost story

He took your silence as interest, and told the scariest story he could come up with

It wasn't until he finished that he realized the fear in your eyes

“Toshiko-san, it was only a story. Like a fairytale.” He reassures you, but the damage is done

His story has made you paranoid as can be, flinching at every little noise you hear

Dazai feels guilty, of course, and decides to take you on a date into town

He does everything he can to take your mind off of the ghost story

He’ll take you on an extravagant tour of Paris, showing you every nook and cranny

At the end of the day, you’re so tired and content with your date that you forget all about the spooky story

Once you’re asleep in his arms, he’ll stroke your hair and whisper a sincere apology

Shakespeare

Shakespeare’s place is a little eerie, especially at night

Strange things seem to happen, too

One night while enjoying your tea, a book falls from its place on the table

Another night it’s the sound of something moving around upstairs that startles you

Shakespeare doesn't think much of it, but your mind starts to spiral

The breaking point is your teacup falling and shattering, when no one was anywhere near it

“Shakespeare,” You grab onto his sleeve nervously. “Your house isn’t haunted, is it?”

Your question makes Shakespeare laugh

“Forgive me, my dear. But you needn’t worry.” He stands and crosses the room to pick something up

And settles down a warm furry bunny onto your lap

“This is Puck. No ghosts at al, just a naughty bunny”

He sits beside you and pets your hair while you pet Puck

The Dark

Comte

Comte picks up on your likes and dislikes pretty quickly

He strives to make you comfortable and happy

He notices that at night you always carry a candle while walking the hallways

Almost instantly, he has more lanterns installed in the hallways

He gifts you the most beautiful candelabra for your room, with lavender scented candles to go with it. All with the hopes of easing your fear of the dark

And when you spend the night in his room, he keeps a couple of candles lit throughout the entire night

“I hope these candles will make you feel more at ease, ma chérie”

“I always feel at ease. And it’s not because of the candles, it’s because of you”

Napoleon

Napoleon thinks your fear of the dark is pretty cute

Especially because of the way you cling to him at night

But in order to help you conquer your fear, he tries to put you in situations that might help

He’ll take you on long walks at night

He doesn't mind how hard your grip his hand, or how many times you need to be reassured that everything’s okay

He’s there to show you that the dark can't hurt you and that there’s nothing to fear

At the end of the night, he’ll reward you and show you that good things can happen in the dark

Isaac

Isaac doesn't really understand your fear

He’ll ask you to tell him about it, and he’ll listen intently as you explain your fear

Even though talking about your fear out loud makes you feel ridiculous, Isaac reassures you that there’s nothing to be ashamed about

Ever since learning about your fear, Isaac makes sure that he’s there for you whenever you have to face the dark

Everyday he’ll make sure he’s by your side before nightfall

When it’s already dark out, he’ll meet you in your bedroom so you don’t have to walk to his room in the dim hallway

To make you feel more comfortable at night, he’ll leave the window wide open to let the moonlight in

And if that’s not enough, he’ll pepper your cheeks with kisses to distract you from your fear

Bugs

Sebastian

Your fear of bugs doesn't go unnoticed by Sebastian

While gardening together, you can’t help but scream when a bee buzzes by your ear

And when a beetle nearly lands in your hair, you’re nearly in tears

Sebastian does his best to calm you down by telling you these bugs won’t harm you

He sends you back inside where it's safe from all the bugs

He’ll prepare you a snack and a cup of tea to calm your nerves

Sebastian promises that he won’t let any bug come near you while he’s around

Jean

Jean heard your scream coming from the library and he bolted

He went in with his hand on the hilt of his belt, prepared to fight anyone who would dare make his Mademoiselle scream like that

He lets out a sigh of relief to see you unharmed and alone in the library

“What is it, Mademoiselle?” He asks

His heart drops once more when he notices the tears in your eyes

“Spider,” you manage to say

The spider in question is nothing but a daddy long leg, but Jean fixes a stern look on his face

“You’ve frightened her.” He’ll pick the spider up and set it back down outside

You can count on Jean to get rid of any bug in your path

Leonardo

Leonardo had brought a walking stick bug into his room after finding it outside

He made a quick sketch of it and let it crawl on his hand and up his arm

When you came into his room, you smiled and him and walked closer to see what he was sketching

“A bug?” Your smile quickly turns into a frown

“It’s called a phasmatodea. See?” He gestures with his chin to where the bug rests on his arm

You let out a gasp and nearly fall over in your haste to get away

“Cara mia? What’s wrong?”

You dash out of his room without replying

“Sorry, buddy. It seems like she’s afraid of you.” Leonardo chuckles and takes the bug back outside to where he found it

Even though the bug is long gone, you refuse to enter his room for nearly a week

He doesn’t mind, though. He’ll wait as long as it takes for you to feel comfortable again

It just means that he gets to spend more time in your room for a change

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp theo #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp shakespeare #ikevamp jean #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp comte #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp leonardo #im surprised at how fast i finished this #only took 2 days!!#it usually takes me way longer to finish writing something #ikevam #midnightcradle writes

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liyazaki · 1 year

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there I was: minding my business, procrastinating work & browsing book nook YT- people. are you seeing what I’m seeing?

BAD BUDDY ROOFTOP BOOK NOOK. BAD BUDDY. ROOFTOP. BOOK NOOK. (it would also KILL as a KP rooftop nook)

ohhh- this is happening…

#this’ll be the most difficult build of my miniature career but holy SHIT #imagine a silhouette of pat & pran about to kiss against that backdrop w/ little bb items scattered all around them #we’re gonna need the lamp the watch pran’s colored pencils post-it’s w/ the smiley frowned face- what else #i really have to finish working on one hyperfixation & immediately get another one huh #THANKS adhd #bad buddy #bad buddy the series #pat x pran #bl art #bad buddy book nook #book nooks #mor makes miniatures #(need a tag as this is becoming a Thing™️)

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fijiangecko · 3 years

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Maintaining a New Life

Chapter 6 - Search and Rescue

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Read it on AO3 here

A/N: school is over (thank god)

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You stood in that doorway for God knows how long. Shivers traveled down your spine when Kuroo slammed that damned door, and slowly the static built over your frozen muscles. How could you let this happen? He’s right, you could’ve just told them and maybe things would’ve been different. If you really did trust them like you claimed, why didn’t you just admit to everyone and ask for guidance?

Your instincts kicked in. For a long while, you pushed them back and remained the new person you so desperately wanted to keep around. You knew, somewhere deep down, that if you went back to your old self, that would be the only thing they would talk about. That being said, you weren’t going to back down from a challenge or downplay your strengths, but that killer instinct that those bastards drilled into your head needed to take the back burner for a couple of years.

Too bad you pushed your luck and now it was all boiling over.

Your attention was brought back to that pot, and finally when those reactions kick back in your legs carry you across the apartment. Only grab what’s necessary, burn the rest and get the fuck out. Easy enough, considering you always knew something like this might happen. Just like back in the office, you didn’t own much. It was easy to only have a large duffle bag worth of stuff, clothes and sentimental items mostly.

You made a decision when you first left the Port Mafia to keep other things, clues one might say, as to your involvement with them in a separate location. Weapons too; you never knew when you were gonna need some extra firepower.

Anything else in the apartment that you knew could be used for evidence or could lead anyone back to the office you burned with your belongings. Better to be safe than sorry.

It doesn’t matter if he tells them, you think as you hoist the materials into the metal garbage bin in the parking lot. You’d be gone within the hour because either the Mafia is on their way, or Tooru and Hajmie will stop by in the morning. All you wanted was to protect them.

You patched the back windshield up with a bit of duct tape and a trash bag in the meantime. At least it would keep the cops from pulling you over while you headed over to the shop. Glass shards still litter the back seat, but you could care less as you set the duffle in the passenger's seat and start the engine.

With one last glance, you look to your apartment, the nearby trash can as flames lick the edges of the metal. All of your work suits were in there. All the funky ties Bokuto had given to you as jokes every year at the Christmas parties; all of the pens Akaashi and Kenma had lent you; all of the files Oikawa and Iwaizumi had forgotten at your place over the years; all the little sticky notes Kuroo left on your keyboard-

A tear hits your cheek. It’s a shock to your system and it brings you back to the present. You quickly wipe it off and swing the car out of its spot and head off.

A plan bubbles in the back of your mind. A way to keep everyone out of danger and clear your involvement. You think of the countless possibilities and endings this could have as your drive down the streets. The trees get denser and the sunlight shines through them like ribbons as you speed down the highway, only thinking of how to survive.

The first thing you’d like to do is to fix the damn windshield. Off the top of your head, you can think of a few people that might be able to help you out, just some local shops that still owed you back when you did people “favors” and that sort of thing. Again, not your brightest moments but they were your moments nonetheless.

Memories flood your system of those times. Back when you practically had the whole mafia under you. Every goon, henchmen and officer looked down when you walked down a corridor. Only those on an equal footing or on your personal squad would even bother trying to talk with you.

Not that you were authoritative or anything. Far from it, actually. Out of all of the four executives, you were the most forgiving, the most human. But it was the fact that you were an executive; the shared second in command position for all of the Port Mafia. With a brain and a gift like yours, it was an obvious choice but called for you to make a lot of tough decisions.

“Y/N,” Ushijima greeted you with a bow, and once he stood to his full height he stared directly into your eyes. The vertical distance was pretty large at the time, considering this was almost seven years ago. You remember looking up at him and feeling nothing despite his size and stature. Slightly behind him on the left stood a man, almost equally as tall with bright red hair.

“Hello boys,” a coy smile tugged at the edge of your lips. You used to be so full of yourself, and you roll your eyes at the thought. You were not only the youngest mafia member to become an executive, but also the first female to achieve the position despite who the boss was. Is? Hell if you knew whether that old bat is still kicking it.

Tendou had the tendency to lean over Ushijima’s shoulder and look down on you, almost like you were an animal in a zoo, but you got along with him just fine otherwise. Whenever you guys were in the same room you’d joke around, try and get on Ushi’s nerves but nothing ever seemed to work. On occasion he’d try and get you both to meet up for dinner but you’d always end up busy with meetings.

You saw him as a friend. Someone to kill the time with. Not much else, but you always saw the small shimmer in his eyes when he’d try and make those dinner plans. You felt in your gut that a question might pop up one of those nights if you sat down in a fancy restaurant with him.

“I don’t think Washijo is gonna appreciate you doing all of those construction deals in the southwest.” The redhead sang to you in a tune that was unrecognizable.

“Why wouldn’t he? It’s only making us more money and I did it ‘legally’ this time.” Unfazed by his teasing, you continued into the meeting room and took your place on the left side, by the head of the long conference table.

Ushijima followed opposite of you, taking up the chair directly across from you on the right. The spaces next to either of you that follow down the long edge of the hardwood were left empty, and your respective teams filled in the chairs after that point.

Everyone was dressed up, black and white attire. You always opted for a pantsuit rather than a dress or skirt purely because the port brought in the seaside winds and you’d rather not flash anyone. Oikawa, Iwaizumi and two others sit in their suits further down the table, hands folded and placed atop the table. They made small chit chat with the other squads, Oikawa smiled and bantered while Iwa usually just sat and listened.

They were members of your personal squad almost the entire time you held the title of “executive”.Them and the two others that sat next to them, Matsukawa and Hanamaki. You kept your personal group small since you’d be around them constantly. Those four were always funny together, always made things lighthearted despite the horrid situations you found yourselves in.

“She’s right Tendou,” Ushijima’s voice could’ve rattled the whole building if he spoke louder. “Out of us four she’s pulled in the most territory and revenue over the last quarter.”

“That’s because she's not doing the best in one category Washijo will strip her title, no questions asked.” Oikawa whispered to Iwa, very cautious of who might hear him. From what you can remember, a fair amount of the members weren’t as progressive as you had hoped when you first joined, but it didn’t stop you from climbing the ranks.

Your thumb beats against the steering wheel at the memories. Were you really happy then? Were you really doing what you wanted?

It’s taken you years to find the answer, but you’ve concluded that both are no. You hated working for them. You hated the senseless murder, especially if it was for a bullshit excuse like “it’s all for a better Yokohama”. To hell with it all, you’d tell yourself after spending nights hiding in homes that were starting to fall apart. For half a year you lived as though the modern world didn’t exist, all by yourself. You would only go into town to buy groceries or if it was absolutely necessary.

It was a sad life, but it was better than living in a high-rise apartment where goons would pretend to be buddy-buddy with you just to up their rank. It was better than pretending to care what that old fool had to say about your operating style and the fact you didn’t do anything “by the book”.

Your thumb stops drumming a while ago and your fists tighten around the wheel, knuckles turning red and white as you press your skin firmly into the rubber. The morning rays dissipated a while ago as well, the sun fully shining her light down on the city. The further you drive, the more recognizable the area becomes. Dreary, dark streets turn into buildings and stores with an even darker past. Your stomach churns with every old memory seeping back into your brain, only the faces of the agency members keep you going as you pull into an all too familiar lot.

Iwaizumi’s hands run through his dark hair, gripping the strands and pulling them as he looks at the disaster around him. Chairs broken into pieces, glass shards all across the floors, papers littering every nook and cranny of your apartment. Nothing was salvageable. Anything you had bought was destroyed either by your own hands or someone else's.

Oikawa dug through the cabinets and drawers to find anything that could be an affirmative that this was the Port Mafia’s doing, or at least give them an idea of who it could’ve been. The dumpster fire outside was obviously your doing, either of the boys recognized that in an instant considering it was all of your clothes and it was practically only embers by the time they had gotten there.

Hajime’s heart is pounding heavily in his chest. He was the one who protected the ones he cared about. That was his gift and his duty to you all, and he failed miserably at it since you’re gone and now everything is on fire (literally and figuratively).

“They left the stamp!” Tooru stumbles over bits and pieces of debris as he rushes to show Hajime the small insignia that was left on a scrap of paper. The Port Mafia always left them at raids so either rival gangs or the police knew exactly who beat them to it.

Iwaizumi snaps out of his little trance, the iron grip on his hair loosens enough for his hands to run down the back of his head to the base of his neck. It wasn’t exactly what he wanted to hear, but it narrowed down some of their options.

He grasps the small paper and double checks it to make sure every design detail was exactly the same, that this wasn’t a dupe or some imposters work. Tooru watches with careful eyes as Iwa mimics his exact same actions from just moments ago.

Kuroo walks up to the complex, hands in his pockets and head hung low. After being told off by Takeda, he was instructed to go help look for you. Since you’re all still on a case together, and “regardless of personal affairs”, you were all assigned to this case for a reason, or that’s what he said at least.

In his mind, Kuroo is in the right. He has every right to be angry with you. For three years you withheld that one of the greatest crime organizations was a past employer. I must be the biggest fucking joke.

He knows deep down that this is all just pain coming out as anger. He just lost one of his best friends, one of the few people in his life that he genuinely cares about enough to hang out with on his days off - and one of the only people he’s been interested in years.

Everytime he thinks about your laugh, or your little smile when you finish a stack of paperwork, his heart hurts a little more. The tightness in his chest is something he only experienced when his parents divorced when he was eleven, but it wasn’t even bad compared to now.

How could he not be angry?

Once his feet hit the asphalt of the parking lot, he finally glances up and realizes the chaos around him. The pile of garbage in the bin was merely smoldering at this point. He looks to the apartment and notices the two figures standing in the living room, which he can see through the window. Both seem to be inspecting something in the palm of Iwaizumi’s hand, unaware that Kuroo is standing in the parking lot.

“Guys…?” Kuroo’s voice is soft as he passes through the threshold into your apartment. “What the fuck is going on?” Iwaizumi and Oikawa turn to face him immediately, not expecting anyone else to be here and they certainly were not expecting it to be Kuroo.

“Y/N’s gone.” Tooru speaks clearly as he glares daggers at the man who dared to speak against you only thirty minutes ago. Iwa crumples the stamped paper in his hand and clenches his jaw.

“Yeah… I can see that.” Kuroo’s eyes shift between all corners of the room, processing every bit of information his eyes came across.

Hajime nudges Tooru with his hand (rather harshly but the anger wasn’t directed at him) and he walks out of the apartment, shoulder checking Kuroo as they pass by. There was nothing more for them there, and now Tooru and himself are going to have to think of a way to find you.

Kuroo remains in his spot as a weight starts to bear down on his body. The couch he crashed on when he was too drunk, the table you guys mulled over paperwork together - the apartment he had made so many memories in was completely destroyed.

He couldn’t help but start to think that this might just be his fault. He left you last night in the exact spot he’s standing in right now. Yes, he was upset. What you two had built was entirely based off of trust, and Kuroo hasn’t trusted someone that much in a very long time (Kenma can attest to that).

You deemed that information as potentially harmful to him, and he told you that you had no right. What kind of idiot am I? As he looks around the space, he realizes now just how dangerous this all really is.

Iwaizumi stomps his way back onto the main roads and keeps a hand clutched around the stamped paper. “Who the hell does he think he is?” The question wasn’t directed at anyone, but Tooru knows this is how he expresses his anger without going to the gym.

“Takeda probably sent him since everyone at the agency still doesn't know what’s going on.” Tooru pulls on his jacket and follows Iwa down the sidewalk.

“Better off just leaving us the hell alone. Ukai and Takeda aren’t stupid and they both know something has always been up with Y/N. As soon as we came into the picture I’m pretty sure they picked up on us being involved with her too. Kuroo shouldn’t be sticking his nose in this,” Iwa huffs, but Oikawa makes the motion to start talking before he is swiftly cut off. “And I don’t give a shit what Y/N told him. The only reason she did so was because she had too after last night. There was no way for her to cover up that encounter with Tendou and you know it.”

“Do you think she would’ve kept it from them forever though?”

“I don’t know. She’s never really told us why she left in the first place, but Y/N was with the Port Mafia for years. Most of her teenage and early adult life was spent with them before she just up and left.” Iwaizumi shoves the paper into his pocket as he talks, also placing his jacket over his shoulders. He guides the pair back to the subway station.

“Guys!” The two stop walking for a moment, each processing whose voice was calling out but once it registers that it’s only Kuroo, they continue down the steps into the station. “Wait up!”

Their pace picks up as they pull out their passes to scan and get through the bars as quickly as possible. Too bad Kuroo’s legs are long and he catches up to them in the nick of time. Just as Tooru swipes his card, Kuroo is hot on his heels as he fumbles around to find his own train pass. “Wait- please.”

Tooru can tell that he’s desperate, but when Iwa glances over his shoulder to check on the situation Tooru can see the anger starting to bubble up again. His own stomach churns at the thought that Kuroo can just switch on a dime if need be. That even though you explained everything to him, it still took seeing all of the damage for him to realize what kind of scenario this really is.

“Please Oikawa,” Kuroo grabs his shoulder once he makes it past the turnstiles. “Let me help you guys find Y/N.”

“And why the hell would we want your help?” Ignoring that he called for Oikawa, Hajime fully turns around and marches over to Kuroo. Although he is shorter than both of them, Hajime has this air about him that says I will kill you here and now depending on how you answer.

Kuroo’s chest pounds against itself. He snapped out of his own thoughts pretty quickly back at the apartment and realized that you could actually be hurt. This wasn’t just something nonchalant, there was a reason you kept this from him.

After coming to, he figured the only thing he can do in this situation is to find you. Iwaizumi and Oikawa were involved in this somehow. There was a reason they weren’t at your apartment last night having that same discussion. “I know you two are the only ones who are gonna be able to find her-” he pauses to take a few deep breaths “-and I owe her an apology.”

“No shit you owe her an apology after all of the fucking chaos you caused back at the office. You’re lucky I didn’t deck you in your fucking chair.” Iwaizumi steps closer to Kuroo, almost chest to chest, and stares right into his irises.

Oikawa grabs at Iwa’s bicep and tugs him back. “Let’s just go Hajime.” Iwa snarls and stomps away.

“Please…” Kuroo can’t mess this up, he knows that. This is the only shot he has at finding you is by getting in with these two. “I know I screwed up.”

Oikawa slows his pace, listening to the pleas of someone he once considered more than an acquaintance. His mind is telling him to follow Hajime and find you as quickly as possibly, but he also knows in his heart that Kuroo meant well. You trusted him enough to explain everything to him.

“I don’t know if Y/N’s dead.” Kuroo’s voice cracks as he thinks out loud of what might be. “I- I know I messed up really bad but I need to know if she’s okay.”

“Look,” Oikawa stops fully and turns his head to speak, “most likely she’s not dead since there weren’t any signs of struggle at the apartment. Her car was gone and her personal belongings were either missing or charred in the trash can in the parking lot. The mafia just destroyed her house, but my bet is that she’s still alive.”

Iwaizumi had stopped walking as well, listening to Kuroo’s plight. Although he was full of anger, he heard the crack in his voice. He hears his pleas and Hajime is torn on what is the right decision.

The three are silent as civilians walk past them, hurrying from one train to the next. Hajime takes a deep breath and rubs his eyebrows with the index and thumb of his right hand. “You have a lot of shit to make up for and explain after this morning, especially if you’re gonna help find her.”

Oikawa and Kuroo look at him in shock. “So I can come-”

“We’re still working on a case together and Y/N is a part of this.” Iwa cuts him off with both his words and a glare. “Nothing more. Once we know she’s alive we’re done. We’ll do what we have too, but you don’t get to go any further than that. Y/N wanted to protect you and everyone at the agency, so the least you can do is stay out of all of this. For her sake.”

Wordlessly, Kuroo nods and the pair in front of him start to walk further down the pathways, hopping onto a train and heading into the city. Hajime’s expression is stern, Tooru has an air of uncertainty about him and Kuroo clenches his fists around nothing, wondering where you could be and what’s going to happen now.

“Where are we going?” Kuroo asks once they all press themselves amongst the crowd of people.

“Back to the agency. We left some of our gear there and then we’ll have to stop by Iwaizumi’s house to get some more.” Oikawa looks around the train cautiously.

Kuroo opens to speak again, but then closes his mouth. That just means I’ll have to explain what’s going on to everyone else.

“Everyone there has had their suspicions about Y/N and the both of us, so it really doesn’t matter if you tell them we’re ex-members as well.” Hajime outright confirms the next thing on Kuroo’s mind. He had the intention of asking, but wasn’t sure how to bring it up in conversation. “I’m getting in and getting out as quickly as I possibly can. I don’t owe these people any explanations as to why I’m choosing to find Y/N, or why this matters to me.”

Respectable is the only word that comes to mind when Kuroo thinks of Iwaizumi. He’s a gentleman, chivalrous and makes good on his word. Although he has a mild temper at times, Kuroo has never known him to say something he does not mean.

“Y/N may have been our boss, but she cared for us more than anyone in that damned organization ever would’ve if we stayed. We owe her a lot, and finding her and helping her can only pay a small portion of that back.” Oikawa pipes up, sprinkling more bits and pieces of information for Kuroo to pick up on. “She’s like a sister to me and it would kill me to know that she might be out there, struggling when I could’ve helped. The same goes for Iwa-chan.”

The rest of the train ride is silent between the three. Kuroo tries his best to wrap his head around everything that has happened in less than twelve hours. Not only was it revealed to him that you were an ex-mafia member, but two of his other co-workers were as well, and you used to be an executive. You ran a portion of the city for years, Iwaizumi and Oikawa working under you until you left for unknown reasons and joined the Armed Detective Agency sometime later.

You were one of the most powerful people in Yokohama, but why did you leave it all? What drove you out? Oikawa didn’t really give a reason as to why they left, but it was related to you in some way.

Walking in the agency doors with a new perspective gave Kuroo an icky feeling. Everyone in the office turns to see who it is, and their eyes go wide when the three figures walk through the door. Oikawa and Iwaizumi beeline it over to their desks and start to rummage through the drawers and shoving things in their pockets. Kuroo stands awkwardly by the door before walking slowly over to his belongings and picking up what he thinks he’ll need.

Bokuto and Akaashi watch him carefully, waiting for an opportunity to ask what was happening. It was Ukai, who walked into the main office right after the front door slammed shut, that broke the deafening silence.

“My office. Now.” The three halt their movements for a moment, knowing the order was directed towards them but each unwilling to actually make their way over. Surprisingly Oikawa moves first, eyes watching the ground as he moves to follow the blonde. Iwaizumi and Kuroo follow shortly after, the other detectives shifting slightly in their seats to try and get a better position to listen in.

Ukai’s private office space only had two guest chairs, so Kuroo was forced to lean against the back wall as they held conversation.

“I’m assuming that under all the circumstances brought up today, Y/N wasn’t at her house and now you’re all back to try and find her.” Ukai’s eyes shift around the room, glaring at each of them individually but lingering on Kuroo’s a split second longer than the others.

“That would be correct.” Tooru confirms. He never feared vocal confrontation since he usually charmed his way out of things, but this was a situation he knew that required a certain level of honesty.

“So she’s not dead, just missing, and your plan is to find her and then what?” The butt of his cigarette package is beaten at the base of his palm before he opens the backing and pulls one out. He lets the question linger in the air for a moment before placing the filter to his lips. A small black lighter that’s usually kept in the desk drawer is rummaged out before flickering to life. Ukai takes a long drag in, and slowly exhales the thick smoke into the cramped room.

A noxious smell enters the senses of every other man in the room, each scowling when they realize that the air conditioner isn’t running and the windows are shut. Ukai’s set on getting his answers, one way or another.

With a light cough, the charmer opens his mouth once more. “Y/N must have a plan if she decided to burn everything and run. Once we find her, Iwaizumi and myself plan on helping her in whatever she decides. Kuroo will be returning to the agency. Depending on what happens with Y/N we may or may not be coming back.”

The end of the cigarette burns bright when Ukai inhales. He’s attentive to every word and weighs the possibilities in his mind, although he knows that two of them have every intention to find you regardless if Ukai wants them too.

“Is her apartment gone?”

“No, just trashed from the Port Mafia.” Oikawa speaks again, knowing that Kuroo is in no position to speak and Iwaizumi would rather be out looking for you.

“You said she burned everything, is that correct?”

“Yes. She burnt her personal belongings and took her car. There was nothing left in her house at the time of arrival but the furniture was smashed to pieces.” Tooru’s mouth dries as he speaks, taking a breath to swallow his spit and think of his next words. “We think that she left her apartment right after she explained everything to Kuroo and the mafia found her address a few hours later.”

Using his better judgement, he thought it would be better to be upfront about everything than only tell Ukai bits. After working with him for so long, Oikawa knows that Ukai isn’t a fool.

A beat of silence passes over them. Ukai takes into consideration all of his options, or what he can control. Kuroo looks down at his hands and remains passive; Iwaizumi doing the same but shaking his leg, hoping that the time would pass quicker so they can get out there and start searching.

“Do you think you can actually find her?” The cigarette is only a butt now, the ashes have been tapped into a tray sitting on the edge of Ukai’s desk, who stares into the stern irises of Iwaizumi. He matches the intensity and responds without hesitation.

“Yes. It might take a couple of nights, but I doubt she left the city.”

Ukai runs his tongue across his upper teeth, lips shut as he looks at this rag-tag team sitting before him. Three men who want to find you desperately, two with the same intent and the third still a mystery to him considering the events from just an hour ago. “I want reports on everything once you get back.” Kuroo’s head snaps up only to find the Ukai is looking between them as he smothers the cig in it’s ashtray. “Go find her.”

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dreamerboo · 3 years

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Dream SMP headcannons|| 🍃

before i start i just wanna say these headcannons WILL follow the storyline, meaning stuff like family SBI are not going to be in here.

(seriously guys stop saying Tommy is Philza’s kid. Its been stated multiple times that Phil is not Tommy’s dad. It is lore, cannon. Found family can work for Wilbur and Tommy, BUT THEY ARE NOT RELATED.)

- While Kristin (Phil’s wife) is not stated to be canon in the DSMP lore, i think she is the Angel of Life. For death shall never consume her, and she shall always bring life and happiness wherever she goes.

- Opposite to Kristin, Phil is the Angel of Death. For life is always on his side, and he shall never succumb to that fate. Although he is a loving and kind man, he will, without hesitation take your life if he see’s fit.

- Both of they’re jobs include:

Phil:

He’s in charge of leading people to they’re ultimate fate (and also transporting they’re souls to the afterlife). If your a kind; loving person with a heart of gold, your death shall be peaceful and serene.

On the other side, if you were... lets say someone like Dream. A manipulative tyrant, trying to get everything you want, even if that means manipulating his own son Phil shall make sure your death will be one for the history books.

Kristin:

She’s in charge of leading people to a new start (transporting them to they’re new dimension to start a life). She always asks questions that would best suite you, and tells you about the different dimensions and all the creatures you can be.

If you end up with a bad life; and do not deserve it, she will absolutely try her best to make things right. Take Ranboo; he deserves none of what he’s getting, so she set up opportunities such as Micheal or the Antarctic Commune for him!!

Although if she does not like you; her angel will come after you, and beware, death is quick.

- Techno has 3 forms, Full Piglin, Hybrid, and Human! His favorite is his Piglin form, as he thinks it suits him the best. Although, he uses his Human form the most as its more easy to do things in. Although there have been a couple occasions where Phil steps into Tech’s house, only to see a giant Piglin cuddling with a polar bear

- I can never decide if i like Tanuki (Raccoon)! Tommy more, or Winged! Tommy more, so have headcannons about both:

Tanuki Tommy:

- Tanuki’s can shapeshift! He likes to use his powers on a daily basis, whether its trolling some of his friends, or getting into fights

- He has a natural connection with leaves, since they resemble transformation! Because of this he has a small collection of leaves; as well as a bracelet with a cute little leaf charm!

- He loves Sam Nook because Sam Nook, like Tommy, is also Tanuki! They get along quite well!

- Tommy’s tail is super fluffy, and quite big. You can often find Tommy walking down Prime Path with his huge tail swinging back and forth, as he hums a tune he likes to call “The Able Sisters”

- His ears are also surprisingly fluffy as well, although currently the only one allowed to touch them are Tubbo. As well as this, like most Tanukis he has a little pattern on his face that looks like a mask!

- Whenever Tommy is upset he goes into his full tanuki form; he basically looks like this:

and whenever this happens, he always scurries off to Tubbo, and proceeds to be clingy. Days like this often end up with Tommy asleep (PLATONICALLY) cuddling with Tubbo. How cute :]

Winged Tommy:

- Tommy’s wings have never fully developed. This is because when he learned that Wilbur had wings, but were cut off, he binded his own out of respect for Wilbur

- Whenever he’s happy, his wings involuntarily will flap!! This is always a tell tale sign that Tommy’s excited, happy, ect!

- His wings are white! They have no symbols, just pure white, semi-fluffy wings

- Even if he never binded his wings, he would still never know how to fly or properly take care of them. As his parents abandoned him at the young age of 4.

<—————>

- Speaking of which, Tubbo was abandoned at 5. The reason Tubbo and Tommy are so close is because while adventuring, they stumbled upon eachother and have been inseparable ever since

- Wilbur, did in fact, have wings. But as payment for L’manburg, Dream cut them off and kept them. This is one of the first events that caused Wilbur to go insane

- Eret hosts pride parades for the server! They always like to look stylish and gaudy; so if you see him in a ball gown with tons of jewelry; know its that time of year!

- George is actually a witch! Although he’s a baby witch, he wants to learn the art of potion brewing. This has also led to many cottage explosions, much to his dismay

- Whenever Sapnap gets angry, he flames up, completely engulfed in flames. He basically looks like the shape of a human but... well... fire. Because of this, its been advised people carry a small spray bottle with water, just in case.

- Skeppy taught Sapnap how to swear, much to Bad’s dismay.

- Antfrost was the first person to know Sapnap liked Quackity and Karl. The only reason Sapnap told him first is because he knew Ant wouldn’t judge him

- Puffy is called ‘Mother Puffy’ by the rest of the badlanders. ‘Grandmother Puffy’ by Sapnap.

- Quackity had pastel yellow wings! He loves to fly around at dawn and sing while the sun comes up

- No one knows exactly what dream is, nor does anyone really want to...

- Tubbo is a goat, like Shclatt! (Dad!Shclatt anyone?)

- Whenever Tubbo gets excited, others often have to grip the base of his horns to calm him down.

- Ranboo has a tail and horns as well! Whenever upset, Ranboo swishes his tail around, similar to a cat.

- Sometimes Ranboo sleep talks, with often coming out as garbled endermen noises

- Fundy will never tell anyone, but his favorite food are berries

- Niki dyes her hair everymonth, nobody knows why but they cant say its not lovely!

- Sam has green freckles. Thats its thats the po-

- Everyone really likes Jack’s eyes, because they’re two different colors

- Phantommy has two different eye colors. One green, and the other purple and white, to resemble his discs.

- Phantommy also a heart stitched into his shirt/jacket. Its a green heart, with a smiley fave over it. To resemble the fact Dream took all of his (canon) lives.

- Ghostbur likes laying in fields with sheep, liking that they’re fluffy and good cuddle buddies.

- Whenever Eret is gone, Ghostbur and Friend are in charge of the castle. They have they’re own crowns and everything!

I might make more posts like this but hOLY COW THIS IS LONG IM CUTTING IT OFF HERE

#Dream SMP #dream smp #dsmp #DSMP #dream smp headcannons #dsmp headcannons #dreamer posts ♠️

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stereksecretsanta · 3 years

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Merry Christmas, jimtremor!

For @jimtremor, who asked for basically anything. I did my best with that.

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*****

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“Mr. McCall will be in the North Dorm and you Mr. Stillinski will go to the East.” The director of student affairs passes them Welcome packets, across his desk. Hn,

They both start to protest but Deaton holds up a quieting hand and stands, quickly moving them both out of his office. “I’m sure you’ll both adjust just fine. If there’s anything you need, my office hours are Monday and Friday 8am to 2pm.” He closes the door in their faces

****

“This is the stupidest idea ever,” Stiles says dropping his pack just inside the door to his new dorm. Stiles notices right away that the room is painfully neat for a college dorm.

“You can’t just throw people together and expect them to form proper pack bonds.”

He flops onto the empty bed across the room from what he assumes is his assigned Alpha and waits what he’s told is the appropriate amount of time for his new roommate to respond but the wolf just flicks hazel eyes at him, before going back to reading his novel.

“Scott— my best friend Scott, we applied to this place together. He’s going to be an Alpha and I’m going to be his bad-ass Emissary.” The wolf continues to ignore him and after a few minutes, Stiles huffs and starts unpacking.

It takes him a few minutes more to realize that his dorm is amazing. There’s a fridge. Not a mini fridge. A full-sized fridge in what might serve as a very quaint breakfast nook. The open area has a desk, a TV and closets next to the beds. When he opens the door to his, he finds a dresser and plenty of room for his meager belongings. His dad had been very proud of the fact that he entered college with a change of clothes, a martial arts trophy, and a six-pack (abs not beer). So Stiles was carrying on the family tradition. Sort of.

There’s a bathroom and if Stiles didn’t know any better a tub big enough to house jacuzzi jets.

“This place is amaaa—"

His roommate reaches over and clicks on a small iPhone dock that looks like a radio. It starts blasting some sort of German metal. Stiles stares at him for a moment before pulling out his grimoires ‘fine be that way then.’ he thinks, flipping through the pages to a spell he needs for his next class.

Scott is so going to hear about this dick.

****

“—a serious neat freak, and he acts like he can’t be bothered to answer even the simplest of questions. I swear Scotty we need to go over somebody’s head. It has to be a mistake that they split us up.”

“Derek Hale!?” Scott suddenly shouts sitting up from Allison’s lap. Stiles glances around hoping his best friend’s dorky exclamations aren’t drawing attention annnd yep people are staring.

“As in Hale Observatory? As in Hale Hall? AS IN THE HALE EXPLORATORY MEDICAL DEPARTMENT FOR THE SUPERNATURALLY INCLINED? The people who might be able to find a way to cure me?”

He says the last part much quieter. He’d worked harder than he ever had at anything to get into this private college. Hoping against hope that they’d somehow turn him back human. It wasn’t that Scott didn’t love every minute of being a wolf, it just came with a lot of baggage, including possibly outliving everyone important to you. Every human anyway.

“There’s no known cure for lycanthropy,” Allison says quietly.

Stiles glances up at the heavens, his ears burning. “Yeah my roommate is Derek Hale. Geez Scotty it’s not that big of a deal.” Scott stares at him as if he’s grown a second head.

“You—you’ve lived your whole life here and you think rooming with a Hale is not a big deal? The Hales own half the town and probably your house Stiles!” Scott’s volume is going up again and Stiles tries not to roll his eyes.

“Having a rich family doesn’t make you a big deal Scotty.”

Scott sputters his eyes going to Allison in a desperate plea for back-up. She just shrugs. Right. She just moved to Beacon hills so she wouldn’t know.

“HaAVing A RIcH FaMILY dOEsn’t maKe You a bIG DeAL.” Scott says half snidely, half mockingly under his breath.

Stiles cocks his head to the side, like he’s trying figure out who the crazy person was possessing his best friend and they begin one of their famous silent conversations.

‘I’m not an idiot’ Scott thinks at him

‘I know Scott but really it’s no big deal. He’s like a totally normal asshole. A painfully neat asshole.’

‘Think you can maybe talk to him about the whole *my best friend is a werewolf who didn’t ask to be a werewolf thing*? Maybe mention that your best friend is desperate for some guidance as to where to find a cure’

‘There’s no cure for werewolf-ism Scott! And Scotty. Friend. Buddy. Pal. I can’t even talk to him about where to put my toothbrush in the bathroom. Apparently it’s important to keep your toothbrush as far away from the toilet as possible. He even has this little protective cover on his.’

“Huh. I just thought of something.” Allison says breaking into the silent conversation. “Maybe they want you to be the new Hale emissary.”

Stiles and Scott both turn to stare at her.

“Huh” they both say

She pretends to study, but Stiles can totally see the dimple at her cheek deepen.

****

Derek is particular about his space, and his things. It’s normal for a wolf. Even at boarding school they hadn’t made him share a room, although maybe that had more to do with the hefty donation his mother had made and less to do with his werewolf sensibilities.

Stiles is in his space for less than a day and he’s somehow everywhere. He smells woodsy- like wet leaves and rain when he finally decides to shower off the cheap body spray. He puts his toothbrush in the wrong spot on the sink and unpacks his one box of belongings.

There’s a pile of spell books on the floor under his bed and pots of herbs line the windows. He doesn’t know what’s in the jars in his fridge and he doesn’t want to know. Instead, he politely tries to tidy Stiles’ things, but it seems like they just gravitate back to where Stiles left them. He does his best not to growl whenever the emissary walks into the room.

His annoyance level is already high. The welcome packet was clear that he was meant to start a pack with this kid. That they should spend their time working together and bonding for the sake of their future pack.

Everything about him was a mess, and Derek didn’t do messy. Not anymore. He’s half asleep when the scent of arousal teases at his senses. He wants to growl but he’s done that for the last several hours. This was definitely not happening.

****

‘Use your finger. Just one. You should be able to find it pretty easily.’

Stiles groaned into his pillow. He was on a dry spell. And when he was on a dry spell he always thought of Lydia. His other best friend, the girl who helped him find his G-spot. He’d flirted with every big dark-haired wolf he came across, but they’d all turned him down. It was strange. It was almost like they were actively trying to avoid even talking to him.

Stiles reached into his pajama bottoms, the memory of Lydia’s very thorough instruction all those years ago is still his favorite, although watching Derek workout was a close second.

“If you’re gonna jerk it, at least have the courtesy to do it when I’m not here. Stiles jerked his hand from his underwear at the miserable tone in Derek’s voice.

“Um..”

“Yeah, I can smell it. For days.”

Stiles groaned and dragged his pillow over his head.

‘who thought the human/werewolf hybrid dorm was a good idea anyway?’

****

Derek keeps his face neutral as he listens to Dr Deaton’s analysis of werewolf mating practices. He’s a little more accurate than the usual crowd but there were still things he’s getting wrong. The emissaries were always considered some kind of authority but human experts on werewolf mating rituals tended to start off wondering if human werewolves really grew knots whenever there was a full moon.

Deaton is at least trying to debunk a lot of the weird lore humans tended to apply to werewolves and it sort of gives Derek hope. Maybe this year he *won’t* have to listen to a half assed lecture on werewolf anatomy and moon cycles. Derek’s hope deflates when he hears the words Transitory Bite.

The last time he put a temporary mark on someone it almost started a war between hunters and humans and gotten him shipped off to boarding school. His mother had kept him out of Beacon Hills for three years. It had taken joining forces with his uncle to convince her he wouldn’t make the same mistakes. Now he was being told to mark some random dorky kid like it wasn’t a total imposition. He had a right to choose or not choose to mark someone and his mother needed to understand that he wasn’t interested in his life spinning out of control a second time.

“I’m not doing it.” Derek gets up to leave but Deaton steps in front of him hands raised. “I assure you Mr. Hale this is necessary. Starting a pack and choosing a mate can be extremely difficult. A transitory bite will allow you to test your compatibility with the mate you were matched with.”

“It won’t work” he growls eyeing Stiles

Stiles’ face is bright red, and he keeps his eyes on the toe of his sneakers. He’d been wearing them since high school. They were his favorite pair. He wishes he’d thought to clean them sometime in the last six years.

So that’s why everyone had been treating him so strangely. He was probably Derek Hale’s mate. He really should have read the welcome packet. He tunes out the rest of the conversation and tries to ignore the hot twist of humiliation in his stomach.

Derek tries to focus on what Deaton is saying but Stiles scent is rapidly changing. The burnt ash flavor of Distress and Despair fills up his senses and it’s all he can do not to gather the entire boy into his arms and run away with him.

“I don’t need this there are—there are plenty of wolves who would love—love to have me for a mate.” Stiles gathers his things as he tries to save face. It’s bad enough this is happening, but he can’t bring himself to look at the other pairs.

“Fine”

Stiles is almost to the door when that single word freezes him in place. He swallows and waits.

Derek moves him back against the nearest wall, with just a few intimidating steps. His hand lands on Stiles’ shoulder, his fingers brushing against the skin at the base of his neck. Derek’s hand slides up the side of his throat, and Stiles sways toward him. He growls at his traitorous body and forces every muscle to stay stiff as a board. The corner of Derek’s mouth kicks up and then he’s leaning in, letting his teeth scrape across the smooth skin at the base of Stiles’ neck.

Stiles gives an unmanly squeak when Derek’s teeth skin in, the pain just barely registering before he feels the brief swipe of Derek’s tongue across the wound. Derek stares at the mark for a long time before turning and leaving.

***

Stiles only has two classes with Scott, but he and Derek share the exact same itinerary. Even though Derek can’t really do the magic part, they’re expected to show a united front, so he sits off to the side and glares at everything and everyone.

Stiles spends his time doodling the different angles of Derek’s head during each class into the margins of his grimoire. When there’s wolf lore he flicks his eyes across the room to Derek. His can almost tell by the set of Derek’s brows whether the stuff being taught is accurate or total bullshit.

He tries to connect with the other students in his classes, but they tended to cut the conversations short or avoid him altogether. He’s pretty certain this only happens when Derek is around. He starts to feel boxed in, like the only reason he was there was to be slotted into the Hale pack, like everything about his future had already been decided. His whole week had been classes more about pack politics and somewhat less about exploring his abilities as an emissary.

Lydia listened patiently while he complained. It was a call that had lasted all the way across campus, and back to his dorm. She wanted to roll her eyes. For a kid who was curious about everything, Stiles hadn’t shown the slightest interest in learning about the alpha he’d been assigned to.

Stiles complained constantly that he was always around. Which was technically exactly how he was supposed to behave toward his potential mate. Lydia was testing herbal mixtures. Hopefully the small satchels would give Stiles some semblance of privacy or at least get Derek to give Stiles some space.

“You need to read the welcome packet Stiles. It’ll help you adjust to living with a wolf. And come to the party tonight.” Lydia says flipping through her notes. “I’ll introduce you to some guys who definitely won’t say no.”

He keeps glancing at Derek, but Derek’s attention stays on his novel, his thumb, sliding to leisurely turn pages. Derek’s pretending not to listen again, so he decides to be that guy. He refused to stay trapped in whatever game Derek was playing.

“Yeah. I’ll be there. I’m really looking forward to getting dicked down again” Derek doesn’t look up, but Stiles can practically feel the way he pauses in the middle of a page turn.

He hides a smile and goes to brush his teeth.

****

Lydia flits through the party commiserating with her numerous slightly-better-than-facebook acquaintances. They make it to the kitchen with Stiles only being handed three phone numbers and groped four times. He briefly wonders if other potential alpha mates are treated this way and then he remembers that he kinda wants to be treated this way.

Stiles is wearing his best button-up and his sluttiest pair of jeans. He fully intends to end the night with his legs wrapped around someone, anyone. It’s a surprise when they leave the kitchen with their drinks and Stiles is brought up short by the feeling of eyes on him. It only takes him a minute to spot his alpha across the room.

Derek is slouched onto the frat house’s well-worn couch like some kind of artist’s dream. He’s wearing tight black jeans ripped in all the right places and a leather jacket. His gaze starts to heat up as Stiles’ eyes hungrily catalogue every inch of him. Stiles eyes settle on the bulge in the tight jeans and Derek just lets his legs relax open. Stiles’ mouth goes dry and his dick gives a hard twitch.

Stiles does his best to ignore the feeling of the wolf’s eyes on him. It’s annoying that Derek can’t seem to make up his mind about ignoring him.

***

Stiles loses count of how many drinks he’s had and that’s when he gets the best idea. He can feel the wolf’s eyes on him as he moves across the room and one of the frat brothers steps into his space. Price or Preston something. He doesn’t even bother listening to whatever the guy is saying, just steps close and bites his lip.

Preston’s eyes drop to them and immediately his tone changes and he wraps an arm around Stiles’ waist. Stiles grins and runs his hands up Preston’s chest. Preston draws him close.

“I love the way emissaries smell,” he says leaning down and taking a deep breath against the side of his neck. Stiles laughs, because at best he smells like Axe shampoo mixed with a litany of the various herbs they have to learn to mix. It’s not a great combination. He tries to put some distance between him and the wolf, but Preston keeps, pulling him close and grinding against him.

Stiles thinks blearily that he’d like to get laid but not in the middle of a werewolf frat party and definitely not with the guy who thinks Axe and sage are a great combination. He tries to tell Preston this but Preston just keeps rambling on and Stiles’ alcohol soaked brain reminds him in his fourth grade teacher’s voice that it’s important to be polite and listen when people are talking.

This was a bad idea.

He suddenly feels Derek is next to him, and he wants to tell him that he has the prettiest eyes, but Preston is still talking, and he has to keep pretending to listen.

“I need to have a word with my roommate” Derek’s eyes flash as he glances at Stiles before stepping between him and Preston. Stiles watches as Preston stutters and stumbles, like a fan meeting their idol. He tilts his head and drops his shoulders in some parody of submissive behavior. Stiles scoffs and glances around the room. None of the humans are paying attention but all of the wolves are watching them closely.

He watches Derek tilt up Preston’s chin with one wicked black claw. “A Beta should know better” He pulls back his lips in a parody of a smile and shows his long sharp teeth. Preston swallows and raises his hands as if he only just realized he’d been flirting with an Alpha’s future mate. He moves as slowly as he can and backs out of the room one step at a time. Derek watches him until he’s certain the other wolf is gone and turns back to Stiles.

Red begins to seep from behind his irises and his smile turns hard. “I’ll kill anyone who touches you.”

He says it softly, but he’s still showing Stiles his teeth.

Stiles holds his gaze ignoring the little thrill he gets from the way Derek is looking at him. “I’m not your property wolf.”

“You are” Derek responds his eyes fully red. Derek’s hand settles around the back of Stiles’ neck, his thumb just barely brushing against the still-tender mark.

Stiles takes a shuddery breath, unable to break the hold Derek’s possessive gaze has on him. He relaxes his shoulders tilts his head back just slightly. It’s enough of an invitation but Derek doesn’t move to kiss him. Instead, he leans in until his lips against Stiles’ ear.

“Careful who you tease,” he breathes

Stiles shivers, wanting to call out to his alpha. Derek is long gone when he’s finally able to catch his breath.

****

Stiles doesn’t light the herbs Lydia mixed. He was tired of living like some reclusive monk.

He knows that Derek will probably know immediately. He knows the smell of sex could linger but he doesn’t care. He wants Derek to know and he wants Derek to come for him. He imagines the wolf coming home right when he’s just about there. He knows he’d probably run not because of embarrassment if Derek saw him.

He’d run because he knew Derek would chase. He’d run because he wanted to be caught. Stiles lets his imagination free. It’s been a week and he’s tired of caring about Derek’s sensibilities.

It would be a real hunt. Derek would simply stay on his heels nipping at him playfully, claws tearing off bits of his clothes. Stiles would run until he couldn’t breathe and then Derek would show himself. The wolf first. Its sleek black fur would glow under the moon and Stiles would lie back and tilt his chin up.

“Alpha.” He’d whisper, and Derek would take his human form naked and proud under the moon, he’d stare down at Stiles with a cocky grin. He’d enjoy watching Stiles submit to him.

“Stiles,” he’d growl and Stiles’ cock would stand up.

Stile bit into his palm, his fist flying over his cock, the sweet-smelling lotion he used as lube squishing between his fingers and making a lewd sound with every movement of his hand.

Derek’s teeth would sink into him properly this time and claim him, claim him, claim him…

Stiles gasped and came all over his fist.

Fuck. He needed to get laid before this got out of control. Before it got more out of control.

****

“So. Uhhh, about yesterday…”

Stiles is standing awkwardly in front of Derek’s bed. It’s all he’s been able to say for a good five minutes. That and some version of ‘Huuhmn. mn.’ Because Derek is currently shirtless. His feet are hooked into the openings between the bars on the baseboard of his bed and he’s burning through crunches like there’s a delicious zero calorie chocolate cake waiting for him if he hits a thousand.

His eyes skitter around the room because he knows if he keeps his eyes on Derek Hale for more than a few seconds he’ll end up embarrassing himself. He drags his palm from his chest down, just barely remembering to stop before he hits the waist of his jeans. Even he can still smell the lingering scent of sex in the room. He’s almost certain Derek’s lip curls up slightly at this but it’s hard to tell, what with all the sweat and muscles flexing.

It’s another ten minutes before Derek finishes his workout. Stiles completely forgot what he wanted to talk about. He just stands quietly watching Derek’s tight abs. When he manages to meet Derek’s eyes the wolf is glaring at him, and Stiles tries to open a hole in the floor with his mind. He doesn’t try too hard. The power of his will had been known to surprise him from time to time.

The wolf moves around him with a disgusted sniff and heads for the bathroom.

He looks even more annoyed when he exits the shower. It’s a full 3 minutes of Derek staring at the back of his neck before he finally lets himself meet the wolf’s eyes.

“What?” he asks. It’s easy enough to pretend he doesn’t already know. Derek’s kind deeply respects druids, just not Stiles shaped Druids apparently.

“You’re an Alpha-Mate”

Stiles blinks. This is first time since he was marked that Derek brought up the subject. And he sounded kinda… Pissed.

“Sooo….?” Stiles draws the word out to emphasize his confusion.

You. Are. An Alpha's. Mate.” Derek’s words come out a harsh growl that makes Stiles feel cold everywhere. Cold and Embarrassed.

“I’m not the one…”

“I’m not the one throwing myself at every wolf I come across!” Derek snarls.

Stiles cheeks pinken, but he hold’s Derek’s terrible gaze.

“I’m not the one denying my mate.” He says the words as quietly as he can, but they seem to echo loudly in the room once he’s said them.

It’s Derek’s turn to take on color.

Stiles doesn’t regret saying it.

He regrets not following when Derek walks out.

****

Allison and Scott both tell him he’s an idiot. For an hour. And then they make him read the welcome packet. He realizes after his third read-through he might owe Derek an apology.

When he gets back to their room Derek is organizing his herb garden. He keeps arranging them first by name, then color. He clears his throat and Derek pauses but doesn’t turn around.

“Did you know that wolves get really territorial about people they live with? That they only like certain people in their personal space?”

Derek moves from arranging plants to slotting his books into the low bookshelf next to his bed.

“And did you know that a wolf’s mate should probably never throw themselves at other wolves?”

He hears a quiet scoff and Derek finally looks at him over his shoulder.

“You’re asking me, a wolf if I know about wolves?”

Stiles shrugs and continues “Because I didn’t know.” He says stepping up behind him and wrapping his arms around Derek’s waist.

“You should have read the welcome packet Stiles”

Stiles lets out a choked laugh and presses his mouth to the back of Derek’s neck.

“Yeah. I know. It really is full of useful information.”

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Until Somebody Stops Having Fun-Adam Sackler/Reader-Chapter 1

Rating: Explicit

You met Adam at a party at the bookstore you owned. The bookstore would host poetry nights, book clubs, release parties, and numerous other events. You were even working on developing an app for your store to help bring it into the twenty-first century. You had moved to New York on a whim, deciding to pursue writing yourself, then you ended up merging writing with your legal background to become a literary agent. You loved helped getting writers the best possible contracts, through that you met Andy, who left you the bookstore. Andy decided to take an early retirement and spend his time traveling. Not a relationship person, you had liaisons or flings, however whatever this was with Adam felt different.

Things with Adam were still new, only two weeks, and it was still very exciting. He had been coming over every other night, you’d hook up, talk, and get a bite to eat. He’d normally sneak out after you fell asleep, he’d be quiet and lock up. Then he’d message you one or two days later asking if you could meet again and if he could come over. Tonight, he was coming over after his theater rehearsal, and he said he was bringing takeout. You had never talked about what you were, if anything at all besides fuck buddies, and a part of you wanted to clear the air, while the other part didn’t want to mention it in case it would ruin whatever you had. You didn’t want a relationship yet but you had wanted some clear title on the situation.

You throw on a cozy sweater, take off your bra, and then put on a pair of cheekie underwear. You decide to veg out since you had some free time and it would still be a while before Adam would show up. Your two dogs, Benji and Barney, beagle mix brothers you rescued, join you on the couch. After you put on the same show you’ve been binge-watching lately, and before you know it you’re dozing off.

TWO WEEKS AGO

This was a limited release party hosted by one of your friends, and things seemed to be going well until you could hear an altercation taking place. When you move towards the scene, you can see a petite blonde woman screaming at a large, dark-haired man. Before you can step in between them, she takes her drink and throws at him, the liquid going all over his face, hair, and shirt. As you go towards the woman to tell her to get out before you call the police, she’s out the door. The man tries to dry himself off and is somehow un-stunned by the woman’s reaction. You go up to him, offer him a napkin. He takes it and says, “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“Hold on, I have towels in the back. C’mon.” You say and you can tell the man takes a moment to register your statement because there’s a pause before he follows you. Trotting towards the back linen closet, you can’t help but look over your shoulder at the man. First, he’s much taller than you, and broad-shouldered. Second, he’s got a unique looking face that you find very attractive. And the hair, you’re a sucker for good hair. Your night has definitely become more interesting. You can see him eying you up too, or at least you hope that’s what he’s doing.

You hand the man the towel, and he gives you a slight smile. As he wipes himself off, he says again, “Thanks, you really didn’t have to help me.”

“Now, c’mon I couldn’t just let that happen, unless you deserved it.” You say as he hands you the towel back, and you notice how his hand brushes yours ever so lightly. He raises his eyebrows and says, “That happens a lot with us. I usually deserve it.”

“Did you cheat? Are you an abusive asshole?” You ask and he shakes his head no to your inquiry. You tell him, “Then you didn’t deserve that.”

“I’m Adam, by the way. Adam Sackler.” He says and offers you his hand. You take it and introduce yourself to him. He then asks, “Do you work here? You look familiar.”

“I actually own it. That’s why I know where all the towels and good stuff is. I’m also an agent, hence the party.” You answer and you see him smile at you. “Damn that’s impressive. I’m an actor and I write some too. I did a short film not long ago.”

“Aren’t you the Torpica guy?” It clicks in your head that’s why he looks vaguely familiar. He however, looks embarrassed and starts defending himself, “Shamefully yes. I routinely get told from guys that they can’t get their dick hard on Torpica.”

You laugh at his last comment before asking him, “Broadway or non-Broadway?”

“Broadway for now. I’m in The Seagull.” You’re impressed, The Seagull is one of your favorites, and Broadway is always huge for actors. He must be talented you think to yourself. His eyes lock onto yours like a predator locking unto prey. Just not yet though. You move slightly away from him and start walking back to the party. He follows you, and soon the two of you are mingling with others at the party like you never met.

Honestly, you’re a bit disappointed because you thought that was going somewhere. Maybe that’s why the girl threw her drink on him in the first place. It was New York after all, you could end up seeing him again and again, or he’d become a ghost you’d only see once. Time would tell.

********

Apparently, Adam would not be rid of so easily. The next day your shop opens, he strolls in within a half-hour of opening. At first, he tries to appear oblivious, looking through the shelves, then stealing a glance from you before he finally decides to approach you. You smile and he gives you a crooked smile that makes your heart flutter.

“Hey, I guess I wanted to see you again.” Adam says when he’s only feet in front of you. You raise your eyebrows in fake shock, step away from the register, then ask, “Really? Are you intrigued?”

“Very, very intrigued.” He says and his eyes stay locked with yours. The sensuality is practically rolling off this guy, even if he’s not the best at small talk. You’re going to have to step it up a notch than you usually use on your conquests, so you ask, “What do you want to know about me?”

“Everything. Or whatever you want me know.” He stammers, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. You begin moving around the store, Adam joins you, and you chuckle as you tell him, “Good catch. Not looking for a stalker.”

Before you know it, the two of you are in chairs side by side in the classics nook on the upper level. You had to have your employee, Annie, cover your post downstairs. Adam had been here for two hours, and the two of you talked bad dates and bad nights. You were surprised to hear that a woman throwing a drink on him wasn’t even in his top ten. You then moved onto your favorite books, writers, poets. Then he says, “You’re a fan of the classics, then?”

“I certainly am. But how did you know? My favorites were varied.” You ask back, leaning into him, then you take a drink of your coffee. He responds with, “This the first real place you took me in this big store. We’ve been here the longest.”

“You do pay attention. It’s very calming up here.” You stand up and start browsing the shelves that you already check every day. Adam comes up beside you and you can feel the heat rolling off his body. The two of you start talking about the classics: which ones are overrated, which ones are underrated, and which are wrongly categorized. He asks you what you’re currently reading and he’s surprised that you’re on a poetry kick, mainly a female poetry kick. He confesses he’s read a lot of Chekhov to help him with the role. This chitter-chatter between you feels effortless and natural, even when it’s awkward at times. When his eyes hit 100 Years of Solitude, he adds, “I once dated a girl who was related to Gabriel Garcia Marquez.”

“Okay, I’ll admit you certainly live a very interesting life. Now I’m curious about your other relationships? Mainly the girl who caused the scene in my store.” You say and you’re wondering if he’ll open to you, or if the wall will come up. It’s really none of your business, but the fact he brushed off that incident with the drink makes you wonder what his love life must normally be like.

“That was Jessa, and that was a whole clusterfuck of a situation. It was batshit crazy. But it’s kind of a long story.” He admits and runs his hands through his hair. You turn to smirk at him, angling your body to lean against the bookshelf while you purposefully graze your fingers along the back of his hand, “I have time.”

Then, you hear about his soapbox of past relationships. Hannah, fuck Hannah, Natalia, also a bitch, MiMi Rose, who was just awful, and Jessa, queen of toxicity. That’s why you never really wasted time dating or in relationships, they get so fucked up so fast. You listen to his side of the story, only commenting to let him know you’re still paying attention to him. He has flaws like anyone does but you can’t imagine anyone treating him poorly. Adam seemed like a sincere and genuine person. He then tells you, “You know, I don’t think anyone’s ever just listened to me before. Except you, that was nice.”

“No problem, I’m sorry you’ve had such rough luck in relationships.” You say back and you really didn’t mind listening to him. He was funny, charming, and nice to be around, listening to him was easy.

“I brought most of it on myself. What about you?” He admits. That’s the million dollar question. Every guy you’ve ever been interested in or has been interested in you, wants to know. You hate discussing it, and normally you’d leave mystery around it, but Adam was open and honest with you. You should be open and honest with him.

“I don’t really date or do relationships. I’ve had one serious boyfriend in the last five years.” Your eyes drift downwards even though you try to prevent them from giving in. What it is about this man that makes you feel vulnerable and is turning your world upside down after two days? Adam gently places his hand on your shoulder, trying to cheer you up from your sudden downshift in mood. When you look up at him, his amber eyes look confused like he’s trying to work out a difficult math problem in his mind. He finally asks you, “Why not? No doubt you must have men crawling over you all the time.”

“Commitment issues. It’s just not my thing.” You try to brush it off. Adam’s not fazed by your negativity or your attempt to push him away. It seems to strengthen his resolve.

“Well, if you think that’s going to deter me, you don’t know how persistent I can be.” He says while giving you a smile. Most men you would blatantly shot down by now, or you would eat them alive, but something about Adam felt right, and it felt good. And it terrified you.

*****

The next evening, he shows up as you’re closing up the shop. You invite him to come with you to a party, and you’re surprised that he agrees without hesitation. The party is in a penthouse in Noho, owned by one of your acquaintances. She was the type who was born into money, so she hopped from thing to thing, been in and out of school several times. She was one of your writers, for a short time before she moved onto something else, but apparently she liked you well enough to invite you to her ragers. You and Adam make your way towards the bar, where you order your usual drink and you’re surprised when he orders seltzer water.

“You don’t drink?” You ask. He tells you, “I’m an alcoholic.”

“Damn, if I had known I wouldn’t have invited you here. I didn’t even think.” You feel bad, you just assumed he wouldn’t have a problem with the party. Now you felt bad that you could be tempting him or making him feel uncomfortable. It must show on your face because he leans in, and touches your shoulder saying, “It’s really okay. Don’t feel bad about it.”

You nod your head, and you eye the dance floor. He watches you, then he offers his hand, and asks you dance. He has crazy dance moves and you can’t hide how it makes you smile. You throw your classic, go-to moves. Then he pulls you into him, spins you and dips you. You raise your eyebrows in surprise. You come back up, and your body is flush against his, you can feel every muscle he has, even his heart beating in his chest. You can smell his cologne, and you’re feeling lightheaded, not from the alcohol but from him.

Adam’s face is inches from you, you can feel his breath on your cheek. You think he’s leaning to kiss you, but instead his hand moves to the small of your back as he whispers in your ear, “Want to get out of here?”

“Sure.” You smile, he grabs your hand and you move your way through the crowd.

*****

About an hour later, you’re sitting in this eclectic diner across from Adam and you’re still trying to read him. He’s certainly very interesting and tells you about himself while at the same time telling you nothing really. You decide to appraise him with your three question game.

“Bookstore, e-book, or audio book?” You ask as you take a drink of coffee. His answer is bookstore. Check. “London, Paris, or Florence?” “Mac and cheese, sushi, or Mexican?” “Fitzgerald, Wilde, Kafka?” “How do you take your coffee?” He answers all of your questions satisfactorily. You’ve decided that you’re taking him home tonight, but you have to check off a few more rational boxes first.

“Criminal record?” This one makes him laugh and he explains how his one ex called the cops on him. You think he’s explained enough, so you move on to the next major question. “Married or in a relationship?”

“Single” He says with emphasis. He already explained that the British blonde chick was Jessa, his ex who he still fucked sometimes. Next, “STDs,” you ask coolly, watching closely for any reactions. He answers with, “I’m clean and get routinely checked.”

“Where do you live?” He tells you Prospect Heights, and that is a shock to you though he does definitely strikes you as a Brooklyn guy. Then, the most important question you do a drum roll on the table before leaning in to ask in a low voice, “How often do you masturbate?’

“Twice a day at least,” he says like it’s no big deal, like you just asked him his favorite food. You can’t hold back a laugh. You’re pleased with his honesty, and raise your hand to request the check. Then, the two of you were in your apartment, with him fucking you from behind on the couch. You later moved to your bedroom, where you rode him, then you woke up that morning to him eating you out. So yeah, you were impressed. You had never had that many orgasms from a partner before.

Later that morning, after he makes you eggs for breakfast, he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, you lean into him. After giving your head a quick kiss, he says, “We should do this again sometime. I had a good time, I think you had a good time. Or I can take you a date.”

You feel yourself tense involuntarily. Adam removes himself from you, so he’s now standing in front of you, waiting for an explanation. It’s not fair how perfect he looks, how are you supposed to have this conversation when an Adonis is standing in front of you? You tell him, “It’s not you. It’s me. I’m not really the dating type, relationships make me feel claustrophobic.”

“Really? I don’t believe you” He says in a sing-song voice as he leans in to press kisses on your each of your cheeks, and then down your neck. Your hands go straight to his hair again to lace through the soft tresses. You feel your voice get airy and your concentration starts to go as you say, “Yeah, I’m too busy, kind of self-involved, and I’m not the type who goes to meet your family, goes out for anniversaries or anything.”

“So what do you do then?” He murmurs against the skin of your collarbone, where he’s now left a bruise. His lips don’t stop caressing your skin, grazing the tops of your breasts, and you can feel his hand slip the back of your thigh. You grab onto his hair, and bring his face to meet yours. His pupils are darkened with lust, and you answer his question with, “Liaisons. I do liaisons.”

Adam inches forward to kiss you softly, and it’s you that asks for more, running your tongue along his bottom lip. He grants you entrance as his hands go to cup your face, then rest on your neck. You’re stunned by the passion and sweetness of this kiss, you really might be a goner for this guy. He pulls away, his face turns serious, then he tells you, “I promise I won’t take you to meet my family, but I do really like you so no long term promises.”

“I can guarantee that you’ll want me to meet your family. I like you too.” You chuckle back, and he starts laughing too. His large hands palm your ass, before moving upward to rest at your waist. This affection is nice, nearly addictive. His eyes flicker when he asks, “What happens now?”

“We fuck. Hard.” You say and he’s on you kissing you, as he picks you up to head towards the bedroom once again.

********

PRESENT

You’re awoken from your nap by Adam buzzing into your apartment. The noise makes Benji and Barney howl slightly. You try to shush them as you go to let Adam in. Once you open the door, he eyes you up and down. You suddenly feel self-conscious because you’re still not really dressed and your hair is up in a messy bun. Adam looks like he wants to eat you.

“You look hot as fuck.” He says and quickly follows you inside. You barely make it through the door before he’s on you. He drops the takeout, and his jacket to press you against the door. His lips crush yours, and his tongue is instantly licking into your mouth. Your hands fly around his shoulders to run through his hair as he grinds his hips into you, he’s rock hard already. His lips descend upon your neck while his hand makes its way into your panties. His fingers waste no time dragging along your wet folds.

“So wet, already? My dirty slut ready for my cock?” He taunts while his thumb circles your clit, and he thrusts his middle and index finger into you. You moan while his other hand squeezes your tits. You’re going to cum soon if he doesn’t slow down, apparently he’s in that kind of mood because your moans only encourage him to add more pressure, and rub circles fervently. You feel the pleasure build in your lower stomach, and creep down your legs, then Adam abruptly stops his ministrations to your chagrin.

“Ah, what the fuck?” you groan. Adam’s fingers are still between your legs, his thumb drawing light circles on your clit. He looks so smug, with a sly smile and blown out pupils.

“You didn’t answer my question. Answer and you’ll get to come.”

“Yes, your dirty slut is ready for your cock, Please let me come.” His thumbs presses down on your clit again, and thrusts his fingers into you, crooking up to your spot. Then your orgasm rocks through, leaving your muscles to clench, while your head drops to your shoulders. He watches you as you come down, then he picks you, you wrap your legs around his waist. You kiss him everywhere your lips can reach and your hands search under his shirt for his skin. He sets you down on top of your table with your legs spread wide, and he’s placed himself in between them.

You reach to pull off his shirt as he then pulls yours off too. He then turns to your panties and they’re quickly removed from you. As you kiss him, your hands unbuckle his belt, unbutton his jeans and start working his cock. Your hand jerks his cock and spreads the bead of precum around the tip. He moans and thrust into your hand.

“Can’t wait any longer to fuck you.” He says as he guides his cock into you. You lean back nearly flat against the table and pull your legs up to give him the deepest angle. His thrusts start off rough and hard, then are more drawn out, leaving you both moaning. He picks up the pace again, you can hear the sound of your bodies slapping together, his balls smacking against your ass. He leans into to kiss you, you hitch your leg behind his hip, while his hand sneaks down to work your clit. Your second orgasm is building fast and you can tell from his thrusts he’s close too.

“Ah, I’m gonna come!” You shout, then you clench around him. There’s filth coming out of his mouth.

“ Fuck, your cunt is milking is my cock! Such a cumslut! Where does my cumbucket want me to cum?” He says jaggedly. You tell him, “Cum on my tits, I want you to cum on my tits.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses as he pulls out and pumps himself. Soon, there’s streams of his cum on your chest and on your stomach. You both catch your breath, then he kisses you sweetly, retrieves his shirt and cleans you up. You thank him and get up to recover the takeout that he left by the door. Silently, you heat up a plate for yourself then one for him. You take the plates over to your coffee table in front of your couch. Adam looks very distressed for some unknown reason, you hope he didn’t want to actually eat on that table after you fucked on it.

“Adam, is something wrong?” You finally ask while you shovel food in your mouth. You’re starving so if he’s having a post-coital meltdown it will have to coincide with dinner.

“Are you mad at me?” He asks and you have no idea why he thinks that you’re mad.

“No, why would I be mad?” You ask.

“You know I have no idea what I say before I cum. I didn’t mean anything I said about you” He answers and looks down.

“Oh my gosh, I’m not mad at you. Do you seriously think I’d let you stay here if I was offended or thought you meant it?” You tell him. What he said during sex didn’t bother you at all, that was how dirty talk worked. Of course he didn’t mean it seriously.

“I guess not.” He says then smiles before finally digging into the takeout.

“I happen to like your dirty talk, I find it very sexy.” You say and stand up to take your plate to the dishwasher. You’re sure to perk your ass out as you walk in front of him, enjoying seeing how his eyes follow you.

The next morning you wake to find yourself surrounded by a hulk of man sleeping beside you, or precisely, partially on top of you. Adam must have stayed the night after round two. You had always considered yourself in touch with your sexuality, but with Adam you felt utterly insatiable, always wanting more. No matter how many times you came. You maneuver out of bed towards shower. You let the hot water relax you, then as you’re lathering up, Adam joins you.

After yet another round of fucking, you’re now both fully dressed and ready to go about your days. The two of you walk out of your apartment building, and once you’re on the street, he pulls you flush against him, asking, “When can I see you again?”

“Don’t get attached to me, I’ll break your little heart. But you really want to do this?” You ask and he nods his head yes. This would be your time to define this relationship. You pull him back in the street to give the two of you some privacy. He says, “I want to do whatever you want me to do. No labels, or labels, I don’t give a shit. I want to be with you.”

“Alright. Friends with benefits then. I’m free from Sunday to Tuesday afternoons, but sometimes catch up on work those days. I work long hours at the store on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday because there are readings, book clubs and releases. I hate getting up early in the morning, and am monster without coffee. In the bedroom, I like some choking, bdsm. I’ll try any toy, I’ve never done anal but I’m willing to try it with the right partner. I’m on birth control but I’d still prefer you to wear condoms and come outside sometimes. Just don’t come in my hair. But I’m sure you already know half of that.” You say, taking a deep breath and he’s followed your whole statement as evidence by his slightly amused face. He kisses you deeply, pushing you against the brick wall and says, “I think can do all of those things.”

“I’ll come by your place, tonight then.” He says as he walks down the street and you smile and nod your assent. You’re looking forward to seeing him again, and wonder how long he’ll stick around. Normally, your dalliances never lasted more than a month or two, but Adam was unique.

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Alchemy Lullaby (9/?)

Of all the changes that came with living in the castle, becoming a father was not one he anticipated. When Eugene encounters a small child suffering like he did, he gives them the opportunity to grow up the way he never did… helping them both heal. (AU where Varian is 4 and gets adopted by Eugene)

Varian's growing up fast! So fast Eugene isn't sure how to handle it.

Read the rest on AO3

Me: the next chapter is gonna be something light, a collection of drabbles and headcanons Varian servers: baby hugo Me, opening up my laptop and throwing all my papers aside: BABY HUGO

Shoutout to @finnoky who makes an appearanceeeeee

“...Water is a pol….polar mole..cule… which means it… it has a slight charge,” Varian rambled, hands glossing over laminated words. He sat near a roaring fireplace, its heat seeping into tiny bones. Eugene laid sprawled out by his side, eyes shut. It was one of those cold, dreary days, so they were holed up in the library. Usually Eugene would read to Varian, happy to change his voice and act out fantastical stories. Varian hung onto his every word like gospel. Somedays, Varian would read for himself, happy to learn reading by entertaining Eugene. But today, Varian had grabbed a book the size of his head, lugged it over to their reading nook, opened it up, and began a mini lecture. Staying awake with a fireplace at your back was hard enough, but coupled with teaching? It was a losing battle, and Eugene accepted his defeat with grace.

Varian did not.

“Eugene!” Varian whined. The man gave a noncommittal hum, but that only angered his toddler more.

Thwack. “Pay!” Thwack. “Attention!” Thwack. “To!” Thwack. “MEEEEEEE!” Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

“Ok, ok!” Eugene shrieked, holding his arms up to protect his head from any more blows. “I’m awake! I’m listening!” He sighed fondly at the big pout Varian sported. “Aw, buddy, I’m sorry, it’s just so comfy!”

Varian didn’t take kindly to that excuse, judging by the crocodile tears. He flailed his legs. “Nooooo, no sleep! Only book!”

“No sleep ever? That’s gonna be a little tricky.”

“Noooooooooo!”

Eugene finally took pity on the kid. He pulled him close and rolled onto his back so Varian was laying on top of him. He nuzzled his face into soft black hair. It still smelled faintly of blueberry shampoo. Varian was learning fast, maybe too fast if Eugene was being honest. The kid ate through book after book, quickly surpassing simple storybooks and easy nonfiction. Now he was slowly chewing through bigger nonfiction. A quick glance told Eugene he was being taught middle school chemistry. Whenever Varian wasn’t playing in the garden, or shadowing one of his favorite adults, Varian was usually here, consuming the entirety of the kids section. Most of those times, Eugene would inevitably join him, and they’d spend hours reading side by side: Varian, stories, and Eugene, parenting books.

Rapunzel called them her little bookworms, but Varian had cried when she first called him that. He didn’t want Eugene to be a worm, Eugene called him bluebird, and birds eat worms!

It was so cute, Eugene secretly hoped Varian would never grow out of kid logic.

He closed his eyes, tuning out Varian’s complaints. This truly was the life, wasn’t it?

A few days later, and Eugene’s life was ending.

Well, that’s being overdramatic.

After their library day, Eugene brought up the incident to Rapunzel, who spoke to her parents, who pulled a couple strings, and now Varian was going to every parent’s worst nightmare. Varian would be pitted against other kids in a place where children lost their individuality, their fun logic, the little quirks that made each child unique and special.

Kindergarten.

Varian, for his part, didn’t seem all that scared of Kindergarten. But to be fair, no one told him what it was, either. He’d bounced around, happily carrying his Schultüte and accepting gifts from maids and guards alike who all wanted him to have “fun at school”. Pfft. Fun at school? Impossible! Eugene hated every second of school. He stopped paying attention and look how he turned out! Totally fine!

“You sure you want to go?” Eugene asked. He gripped Varian’s hand so tight his knuckles were nearly white. Varian didn’t seem to mind all that much, skipping as they walked. For his first day Rapunzel had gifted him with a new set of clothes, a pair of blue overalls with a little flower patch on the pant leg. He wore a simple green shirt underneath it, and a backpack filled to the brim with snacks, folders, pencils, and anything else a kid could need.

“Mhm!” Varian said, jumping over a puddle.

Eugene gulped. “You sure you’re sure?” Would anyone notice if he just took Varian out for a few hours, and pretended he’d gone to school? Everything Varian needed would be in the castle, why does he need to go to school anyway?

“Yup!”

They stopped in front of a small, unimposing schoolhouse. It was painted light yellow, its windows covered in drawings and posters, no doubt done by the nefarious children inside who were only full of cruel words against Eugene’s angel of a bluebird–

“Ok bye!” Varian let go of his hand and ran to the door.

“W-wait!” That’s it!? No hug goodbye? No “I’ll miss you”? No “Please don’t leave me!” “Ok we’ll go home”?

Varian stopped before entering, confused. Then, he lit up like a beacon. “Oh!” He raced back, wrapped his arms around Eugene’s legs in a hug, and then bolted back to the school. “Bye Eugene love you!” He cried, and just like that, he was gone.

Eugene gulped, running an anxious hand through his hair. He’s just overthinking it, right? Varian would be fine! Heck, this is good, now he can have a little me time! He’s been torn between teaching guards and raising Varian, he could use a few hours off, right?

Varian felt a little bad for his dad, he seemed so… upset? Betrayed? When Varian left, but he couldn’t help it! He’d spent 6 months watching school through windows, and now he was in one! With other kids who were just like him! Not trying to steal his food, or push him around, no, they’re here to learn too!

By the time he entered his classroom, he was practically vibrating with excitement. The walls were covered with fun little decorations, ways to memorize things. The alphabet lined the top of each wall, spanning across the whole room, illuminated by sunlight. In the corner was a plush red carpet, and seated on top were a bunch of kids! He sped over, happily sitting himself front and center, facing the teacher with eager eyes.

“Good morning class, how is everyone?”

“Good morning!” Everyone parroted back, startling Varian. He didn’t know the ritual, what to do! Did he look silly? He hoped not!

Thankfully, no one called it out. Instead, the teacher turned kind eyes to him. “Everyone, we have a special friend with us today! This is Varian, can we all say hi?”

Varian blushed as a dozen tiny eyes turned to him. All of a sudden, he wanted to hide in the back, where no one was staring him down and scrutinizing him. It was like he was still in the castle, with nobility looking down at him! Maybe school was a bad idea...

“Hi!” The children all chorused, just as friendly and happy as their teacher. Varian blinked in shock, confused at the prolonged silence, before he realized what they wanted. “Hi,” he said meekly, satisfying the teacher.

“Varian, I’m Mr. Finn, let me know if you need any help, alright kiddo?” Varian nodded vehemently.

The morning passed smoothly, with Mr. Finn reading a story and practicing basic writing and math. While Varian was now an excellent reader, and easily followed the story, writing proved more challenging. He stuck his tongue out in frustration, slowly dragging the pencil down his page.

“No,” A high pitched voice chimed next to him. He glanced over. The kid next to him was staring right back. He had long blonde hair, longer than Cassie’s but shorter than Rapunzel’s. Sea green eyes shimmered behind frames. “You gotta follow the lines. See?” He held up his paper, proudly displaying a series of “d”s.

“I am,” Varian complained, gazing down at his paper. He could ask Mr. Finn, right? He said so, after all. He went to raise his hand, when the kid grabbed his arm.

“See, you start here,” Though his movements were sloppy, he held onto Varian’s arm and helped him trace out a letter. Varian blinked. That easy? He’d been doing it all wrong! His face lit up in delight.

“Thanks!” In no time, the rest of the letters were filled in. Varian may not have gotten in right away, but he was a fast learner. It only took a few more letters before the rest of the page was no problem. “I’m Varian,” He held out an arm, like he’d seen the King do.

The boy in front of him grinned, showing off a missing tooth. “I’m Hugo!” He didn’t take Varian’s hand, so the boy put it down. Oh well, maybe it’s just a castle thing.

What was Eugene so nervous about? School was fun! He already had a friend!

Eugene cried into his third helping of mashed potatoes.

“Wow this is sad. How is this any different from days when we babysit?” Cassandra asked, unimpressed. When Lance burst into the castle, insisting that she and Rapunzel come to the Snuggly Duckling and help Eugene, she’d expected a bar fight, or at least something that wasn’t… this.

Lance shrugged, taking the plate away before Eugene could make himself sick. “Because he can’t go check up on Varian, I think.” That only upset Eugene more, and he let out a tiny whine. Rapunzel, who had been rubbing his back, sped up her soothing motions.

“There there, you’ll see him in a bit,” She said. “To think, a year ago you were Corona’s most wanted thief. Now you’re a dad making a difference!”

“I’m a dad without a son,” Eugene moaned. That got him an eyeroll from Cassandra.

“He’s been like this since he got here,” Lance added. It had been slightly terrifying. Eugene had burst in, waterworks in full effect. He’d draped himself on Lance’s shoulders, just like he used to when they were kids, acting as if his son was dead and not at school.

Honestly, it was confusing. Eugene seemed so adverse to getting Varian schooling, but one of his biggest arguments about adopting Varian had been his education! He’d gone on and on about how smart Varian was during those first few days, and how he needed proper schooling, not the poor excuse of an orphanage. But now that Varian was actually in school, it was as if a switch had flipped.

Rapunzel gained a fire in her eyes, and with a small grunt, pulled him out of his seat. “Come on, Eugene, let’s go cheer you up. How does a day in town sound? Or maybe a haircut?”

“Varian needs a haircut soon,” was his response.

The quartet spent much of the afternoon in town, taking in sights and sound. Even after she’d been living here for nearly a year, Rapunzel doubted she’d ever tire of Corona and all it had to offer. But each stop seemed to only remind Eugene more of his son. First was Monty’s where Rapunzel maintained juuuust enough civility to not throttle the man when he asked Rapunzel if she would adopt Varian one day.

(She fully planned to, but that’s beside the point.)

Then came Xavier’s. The blacksmith was always kind and understanding, and after a quick explanation, he’d been happy to ignore any and all mention of children. That was, until Eugene picked up a dagger with a sigh.

“Should I teach him how to fight?”

“Eugene he’s not even 5.” Cassandra spoke with a monotone voice.

Eugene nodded. “You’re right. I should’ve started him sooner.”

He left Xavier’s with a bruised gut.

“I don’t get it!” Rapunzel cried in frustration. They’d stopped for a break by the fountain, where Eugene sat, staring off in the direction of the schoolhouse. “We’ve taken him all over town, spent the day with him, yet he’s still sad! Is he going to be like this every day Varian’s in school?”

Lance nodded, agreeing. “I thought parents were supposed to be happy when school started.”

“You know I can hear you, right?” Eugene called from his seat. At least his friends and girlfriend had the grace to look guilty. He sighed, redirecting his gaze down at the fountain water.

In all honesty, he wasn’t so sure either. He loved Varian from the bottom of his heart, but sometimes that kid truly was a handful. Not to mention it had all been so sudden, just like Rapunzel said... That’s when it hit him.

“Stability.”

The others blinked. Rapunzel tilted her head in confusion. So, he elaborated, “My entire life was just, one crazy thing after another. I didn’t stay in school, I became a thief, I ran from place to place. I never had stable housing, or income, or, or anything! And it sucked! A lot! I was constantly stressed out, even when I was in control, I kept waiting for the shoe to drop.

“I know I took Varian in because I wanted stability for him, but…” He glanced up and sheepishly smiled.

“I guess I want it for me, too.”

The school was built right next to a playground, so the children got 30 minutes outside every day. It was a simple thing, with all the basics and a large field for kids to run in. Mr. Finn stood by the school’s door, watching from afar as his class played with one another.

Hugo pulled Varian along, tugging him past the wooden playground and into the grass field. Varian had never had a friend before, was this how it worked? Regardless, he was happy to come along.

“Mr. Finn said you live in the castle, is that true?” Hugo asked, stopping in the middle of the field and squatting down into the grass. Varian followed suit, happily twirling a blade of grass between his fingers.

“Mhm! I live there with Eugene, and Cassie, and-”

“What’s the princess like?” Hugo buts in, staring with wide eyes. They were so close their noses nearly touched. Varian didn’t mind in the slightest.

“Punzel’s really nice, she lets me paint with her!” He giggled, and Hugo sat back in amazement.

“My mom says her hair is super long, is that true?”

“Suuuper long! I like to hide in it.”

“And she lets you!?”

“Yup! I always get tangled, though.” It was like clockwork: Eugene and Varian would play hide and seek, Varian would hide in her hair, Eugene would find him, he’d get stuck, and Rapunzel would shake him out. She never complained, even though Eugene always made him apologize.

“It doesn’t hurt,” She reassured them. “I would do the same!”

Hugo hums, thoroughly impressed. “My mom has really long hair too, and she lets me braid it sometimes!”

Varian gasped. “Really? She lets you?” Gosh, his momma would never let Varian let anywhere near her hair! Apparently he tugged on it as a baby. “That’s so cool!”

“Really?” Hugo’s face lit up like the sun.

“Yea! Maybe one day you can meet her!” Varian cheered, directing his gaze down to the grass. There, innocent and unassuming, a small flower grew. Its purple petals furled upwards, allowing Varian to stare right into the yellow center. The first flowers of the season!

Hugo looked up to find a flower right in front of his face, with a grinning Varian at the other end. “For you!” He said, and Hugo’s face lit up.

“Thanks!” With one fluid motion, Hugo grasped it and ate it whole. He didn’t even blink.

Varian blinked. It took a second for what just happened to register.

Then, he burst into giggles.

Eugene sighed and trudged up to the schoolhouse. As if on cue, a bell rang, and children poured out of the doors. Kids ran to their parents, who were more than happy to scoop their kids up and hear all about their day. Eugene was no exception. Varian exited, and upon seeing him, lit up and flew towards him.

Eugene caught him easily, spinning around so they were facing the others. “Hi, Varian!” Rapunzel chimed. “How was your day at school!”

“I liked it a lot!” Varian giggled. “We learned to write, and had pretzels, and, and-”

“Varian!”

They all turned to see a very nervous looking Hugo, with his cheeks flushed. “I-I just wanted to say… it was nice to meet you! And maybe we can hang out sometime soon and you can show me the castle ok bye!” He then promptly fled, back towards the arms of an exasperated older woman who was probably his mom.

“Bye Hugo!” Varian called, waving in their general direction. “That was Hugo, he’s really nice.”

“I’ll bet,” Cassandra muttered, mildly amused.

Eugene couldn’t help the beams of pride. One day in school and he’d already made a friend! That was more than he could say for his own time in school. “You’re growing up so fast,” Eugene whispered, pulling Varian close. He bounced his arms, Varian happy at the rhythm. “Don’t grow up too fast, ok? Otherwise I’d get all old and wrinkly.”

“Ah, your highness!”

Rapunzel turned to see a teacher headed their way. “I’m Mr. Finn, I was with Varian today.”

The princess beamed. “Oh, that’s wonderful, thank you! How was it?”

“He was great, princess, a delight! I look forward to seeing him in September.” Mr. Finn leaned down to Varian’s height. “I’ll see you in a few months, Varian!”

“Bye bye!” Varian responded, frowning when Eugene stilled in his bouncing.

“Wait, September?” He asked, confused. Wouldn’t he be seeing Varian tomorrow? It was Wednesday, after all.

Cassandra laughed. “Oh, we didn’t tell you?” She leaned on his arm. “Varian’s too young for kindergarten. He can’t start till the new school year, when he’ll be 5.”

Eugene paled. “So, I have to go through this… all over?” Varian cocked his head in confusion when Lance barked out a laugh, and Rapunzel covered her mouth to hide a smile. The handmaiden patted Eugene’s back in mock sympathy.

That night, Eugene cried into another serving of potatoes while Varian practiced his letters.

#tangled #tangled the series #varian #tts #varian tts #tangled eugene #eugene fitzherbert #team awesome

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