#couls doodles

[coulsart]

Silly continuation of this⭐️

#dca #daycare attendant #fnaf moon #moon x yn #couls doodles #this has been done for a minute but i got severely sidetracked sorry #sicjkekvkekvorovkrod

[zerobaselove]

cuddling with zb1 ♡

pairing: zb1 x reader

genre: fluff

warning: none! lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: i have nothing to say other than these are so cute im giggling n kicking my feet

members under the cut!

jiwoong ;

"do you really need to be attached to me for the whole movie?" you asked, chuckling at the way your boyfriend, jiwoong, had entangled your limbs together while getting comfortable for your weekly movie night. he only smiled, pulling a blanket over your bodies as he pressed play on the movie you had decided on.

"i like to be comfy, is that a crime y/n?" he teased, the opening credits acting as background noise for his whining. "it is when you fall asleep in the first half of the movie every time." you pouted, contrasting the way you grabbed his hand to throw over your stomach. he let out a huff at the accusation. "i do not!"

fast forward 20 minutes and your boyfriend was out cold, head resting on your shoulder as he let out quiet, even breaths. eventually the ending credits had started rolling and you reached for the remote to turn the tv off, when you felt jiwoong stir awake next to you. a yawn escaped his lips as he noticed the credits scrolling past, "that movie was really good." he smiled, rubbing his eyes.

"jiwoong, you fell asleep like 20 minutes in." the embarrassment came over his face almost immediately, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. "well the one playing on the back of my eyelids was fantastic."

zhang hao ;

"your hair smells nice," zhang hao mumbled, tightening his grasp on your waist, pulling your back closer to his chest. you chuckled at the random compliment, "thank you love," your hand came to rest on top of his on your waist, enjoying the warmth radiating off of his body.

you could tell he was getting sleepy, his grip relaxing and his breathing slowing, but that didn't stop him from letting his thoughts flow past his lips. "you're perfect, in every way, i don't think you hear that enough." you were thankful he couldn't see the blush rising to your face, because you were sure by now you were a deep shade of red. he complimented you all the time, but he especially liked to when he was sleepy and pressed against you. "you're too nice to me hao."

"i'm serious," his words slurring the longer he stayed awake, "you are so amazing and i am so proud of you," his words were dragging out longer and longer as he went on, but that didn't stop him. "never forget that." you squeezed his hand, "i won't love, and the same goes for you.

he hummed in contentment, satisfied with your acceptance as he let the sleepiness take over his body, unbeknownst to you. "i love you hao." you mumbled, getting radio silence from the boy. he fell asleep. taking it as a sign to drift off yourself, knowing you were in his arms made it that much easier.

hanbin ;

"stop it~" hanbin whined in between in between fits of laughter, "it tickles." you had your boyfriend pinned under your arm as you peppered kisses over his burning cheeks, loving the sound of his laughter too much to stop. and when he was as pretty and cute as he was, how could you not shower him with affection? only settling down when your arm was getting sore from holding all your weight, collapsing into his side.

you found yourself in the crook of his neck, lips merely inches from his neck with your arms caging him in. these times were your favorites, just getting to be close and affectionate with the boy you wish to never be apart from. at some point hanbin had started mumbling nonsense while you pressed light kisses to the exposed skin on his neck, giving mumbled responses every now and then against his skin.

"sounds like you had a busy day," you whispered, doodling imaginary shapes on his stomach as you listened to him ramble, getting a hum in response before he rested his head on top of yours. "this makes it all worth it though," he giggled, cheeks still flushed from earlier, his ears matching with a similar shade of red.

you couldn't stop the smile from appearing on your face at your boyfriend's cute actions, "glad to be of help."

matthew ;

"morning sleepyhead," you ruffled your freshly awoken boyfriend's hair, smiling at his half asleep state, getting a groan in return as he pulled you closer to his chest; your head resting on him while his arm was wrapped around you, starting to play with your hair.

since meeting matthew, you had become somewhat of a morning person, and this was why; loving the way it felt to be completely engulfed in his scent and presence, his sleepy morning rambles and the way you could hear his heart beating in his chest. it was perfect, he was perfect.

"how'd you sleep darling?" he finally had awoken enough to form words, pressing a light kiss to your temple. "not too bad," you answered simply, getting a similar reply from the boy when you returned the question. "we should get up shouldn't we?" he asked, already knowing the answer but not quite ready to face it.

"probably," a sigh escaped your mouth as you nuzzled into matthew's chest, too comfortable and warm to think about the cold world outside of your blankets. "but it can wait."

taerae ;

after a long day, you and your boyfriend taerae had found yourselves finally winding down for the evening, resting on the couch with some tv show that you both found mildly entertaining playing quietly on the tv; but you weren't focused on that, more so enjoying the melody your boyfriend was humming.

it seemed every day was a new song with him, whether an original melody he didn't want to forget or a popular tune that frequented his playlists, he always had something playing in his head. with your head nuzzled in his neck you could occasionally feel the vibrations against your skin which was surprisingly relaxing, and exactly what you needed at the end of the day.

"what song it that?" you questioned, humming the tune back to yourself, "it doesn't sound familiar." you trailed off, trying to flip through every song you knew he loved lately. he smiled wide, not realizing how much attention you had been paying to him, "it's something i've been working on at the studio," he smiled, "i could sing you a bit, if you'd like."

listening to taerae sing was one of your favorite activities, his sweet voice made you feel at home in some sense, and it always put you in a good mood, so who were you to pass up the offer. "please do."

ricky ;

for most, moments in silence are awkward, some even opting to use the word suffocating, but that was never the case with you and your boyfriend ricky. you loved moments like now, the sun rising in the sky as he had his hand firmly on your waist. no words spoken, just enjoying each other's presence.

every once in a while ricky would drag his finger along your exposed skin, sometimes tracing shapes that you liked to try and guess; most of the time it was little hearts, which made you blush like no other, but you'd never tell him you knew. that was your little secret.

it wasn't often that you two showed affection out in public, not really a fan of pda and you were sure your friends weren't either, so you really cherished these moments, getting to be affectionate and vulnerable with him behind closed doors.

"hi," he finally broke the silence with a simply greeting, leaving a smile to appear on your face as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, smiling into the kiss. "good morning ricky."

gyuvin ;

something that everyone noticed about your boyfriend on first glance was how tall he was, and sure, that was great, but they've never had to deal with his long limbs with nowhere to fit them. this morning was like most, gyuvin laying on his stomach, an arm and a leg lazily thrown over your much smaller frame, rendering you trapped.

you couldn't complain much, you loved having him there and loved feeling his presence, you didn't even get annoyed with his incessant kisses most of the time. but at some point you had to get up, against your boyfriend's wishes, of course.

"gyu, we can't lay in bed forever." your comment earned a pout and a sigh from him, and you could already sense the whining tone about to lace his next words. "but why not~" he dragged out, hoping it would convince you, "i think the bed would get very lonely without us."

the laugh that erupted from your chest was louder than you thought, your hand coming to cover your mouth only to be stopped by gyuvin's arm across your chest. "five more minutes." you sighed, knowing you weren't going to win this fight anytime soon, "five more minutes."

gunwook ;

"i'm so lucky to have you," gunwook giggled, throwing his arm lazily over your waist as you laid face to face in bed. the boy always got very talkative in these times, rambling on and on praising you and showering you with affection; he had always been one to show his love with words, and you couldn't help but smile every time.

"i could say the same wookie," your thought interrupted by a yawn escaping your lips as you brought your hand up to move a few stray hairs out of his face, watching the way he leaned into your touch. you were fighting to keep your eyes open by this point, but gunwook was perfectly content admiring you in your sleepy state, much preferring your pretty face to the back of his eyelids.

his hand started rubbing your side lightly, helping you drift off further, "get some sleep y/n." he smiled, knowing you could use the rest as another yawn came from your mouth. "you should sleep too gunwook," your eyes were long shut now, simply feeling around for your boyfriend.

you couldn't see the smile that plastered his face, but it was one of the biggest, "don't worry about me, goodnight pretty."

yujin ;

"i'm so tired," you whined, throwing your bag to the floor as you walked into your boyfriend yujin's bedroom, getting a smile and head tilt as he ushered you over. "we could always take a nap," he smiled, moving over for you to sit next to him. "we don't have to go out with gyuvin hyung for another few hours."

you pondered the idea for a moment, weighing the pros and cons even though you knew you would cave in for the idea regardless, "i think that's one of your best ideas yet." you moved down on the bed to get more comfortable, yujin following suit. "should we set an alarm?" you asked, turning to face the boy.

"we have hours, we'll be fine." he said matter-of-factly, smiling as his hand dragged down your arm, stopping at your hand as he linked pinkies with you. before you knew it you had fallen asleep and were subsequently waking up to the incessant ringing of yujin's phone, the time displaying 8:09pm, an hour after you were meant to meet gyuvin, who had left 12 missed called.

"yujin, wake up," you shook the boy awake, getting a groggy unintelligible response from the boy before you filled him in, simply getting a shrug. "i guess we were really tired, huh?" a small laugh left his lips, causing you to giggle at the incident. "it was well-deserved rest."

#zerobaseone #zerobaseonefics #boys planet #boys planet fics #boys planet imagines #boys planet reactions #kpop #boys planet drabbles #zb1 #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines

[hyper-fixated-delusions]

Of doodles and hearts.

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.

A/N: This little thing came from this prompt: “Wanda writing your name with hearts in her notebook with her own name.” I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! :)

Word count: 1,442.

Masterlist.

Wanda had just finished her last class of the day and she was beyond elated that the weekend was upon her with how stressful the week had been with all the exams coming up.

Making her way through the halls a voice suddenly greets her when she makes it to her locker to put some of her belongings away.

"Hey Max."

Wanda hears and she turns to see her best friend Y/N Y/L/N standing beside her, a sweet smile on your face.

"Hi Y/N," Wanda greets shyly, your smile making butterflies erupt in her stomach.

"Any plans this weekend?" You ask and Wanda shakes her head softly, "so do you and Pietro maybe want to hang out? I was thinking we could get some food, watch a movie, and just chill at my place or yours," you smile with a shrug.

"Yeah, that sounds great Y/N/N. I don't know if Pietro has any plans yet, but I'm up for it regardless and we can do it at my house," Wanda beams, the prospect of spending more time with you making her happy.

"Awesome, your place it is then, I'll be there with pizza at 8, I'm excited to hang out," you grin. "Also, I wish I could stay with you longer to talk but I gotta get running, I still have a few others things to do here at school before I go, so I'll see you tomorrow, okay," you say and Wanda nods with a smile before you pull her into a hug, the girl relishing being in your arms more than she'd ever admit.

When you pull away and walk out of sight, Wanda squeals lightly hugging her notebooks to her chest in giddiness as she makes her way out of the school and to the parking lot, a smile present on her face as she walks to her car.

Once she's at her car the brunette girl throws her belongings into her backseat without a care in the world, full of excitement at the thought of spending some of her time with you tomorrow night, failing to realize that one of her notebooks did not make it into her car.

When Wanda makes it home from school the first thing she does is she gets herself a light snack then makes her way up the stairs and into her room.

Setting her belongings down onto her desk she begins pulling out the necessary materials to start her homework when she realizes something completely dreadful.

Her red notebook was missing.

Certainly to anyone else that wouldn't seem like such a big deal. She could just buy a new one, fill out all the missing information she needed with the help of her friends and move on.

Again, no big deal right?

Wrong.

No, the reason Wanda was panicking was because that notebook, that one specific red notebook happened to be the one that had your name written on it in several pages.

But that wasn't even the entire problem you see, Wanda would’ve been completely fine if only your name was on those pages but no, much to her luck that notebook also happened to hold Wanda's name in it besides yours with hearts and doodles around it.

It was safe to say she was losing her mind.

Rummaging through all her belongings Wanda is unsuccessful in finding the item so she quickly walks out of her room and to her brother's.

"Piet, have you seen my red notebook?" Wanda asks slamming her twin's door open, slightly breathless and pale.

"Jeez Wanda, can't you knock?" Pietro says, clutching a shirt to his chest as he was in the process of changing, "you're lucky I wasn't naked, you know!" The silver haired boy exclaims, "and no, I haven't," her twin sighs attempting to calm his heart rate, "Also why the hell does it look like you’ve just seen a ghost because of a notebook?"

Ignoring her brother's statement the brunette makes her way to the kitchen, the last spot she was at before going to her room, looking around her dining table, the cabinets and the countertops as if the notebook could've just gotten up and walked away.

"Where could it be?" She mutters frustrated, hand in her hair as frantic green eyes glance around the kitchen once again. "Maybe I left it in my locker," she says to herself, grabbing her car keys and making her way over to the door.

From the foyer, Wanda shouts up to her brother, "Piet, I'll be right back, I'm going to check at sch-" she begins, but as she pulls her front door open, her words die in her throat when she sees you standing there, hand in mid air ready to knock, "Y/N," she says surprised, "what are you doing here? I thought the plans we made were for tomorrow?" Wanda asks confused.

"Uh, yeah, they were- I mean, they are for tomorrow," you stutter, "it's just, I thought you might want this," Y/N says, hand slowly coming up to reveal the object Wanda has been searching for, "you must've dropped it on your way out, I found it on the ground by the parking space where you left your car."

Wanda gasps, cheeks flushing red as her eyes shut, "please Y/N, please tell me you didn't open it," the girl whispers embarrassed and at the lack of your response Wanda opens her eyes reluctantly.

"Look Max, I promise I didn't do it on purpose," you say hands up in surrender, "but when I found it it was already open face up and I- well I saw something that made me curious," you begin and Wanda winces, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole, "Wanda, I saw our names and doodles of what seemed to be us together, with a bunch of little hearts around them. Is there a reason for that?" You ask softly, not a trace of judgement in your eyes.

Wanda blushes even harder at the fact that you have discovered the secret little doodles she drew of you and releases a nervous breath of air, "Y/N/N, l- wow this is embarrassing," she begins, cutting herself short as she can't seem to find the words. "Okay, well here goes," Wanda says, steeling herself as she gets ready to confess her feelings, "Y/N, I like you." She begins.

"I've liked you for some time now and I know I haven't explicitly said that I'm gay or whatever. I mean, truthfully I still don't know what I am," Wanda whispers scared, "but what I do know is that I'm attracted to you," she begins again full of resolve, "I feel so comfortable around you, no one makes me laugh harder than you do and I guess falling for you was inevitable. Also, I know you're my best friend, so it's okay if you don't feel the same way, I completely understand. I just really hope this doesn't ruin things between us and if you don't want to see me anymore, I get it-" Wanda rambles breathlessly, her words cut off as you cradle her face and pull her into a searing kiss.

"Hey Max, breathe," you say softly as you pull away all too soon for Wanda's liking. "I like you too," you beam, "I just never said anything, because like you said, you never explicitly implied you were into girls," you shrug, thumbs rubbing Wanda's face softly, "but now, that it's out in the open, I so do want to continue seeing you. Because now I’m thinking, instead of going through with the movie night I had planned with both you and Pietro tomorrow, I take out you on a first date instead, what do you say?" You ask with a smile, arms going around Wanda's waist.

The girl beams with delight, nodding her head as she moves her arms around your neck, "yes Y/N/N, I'd love that."

"Okay, then its settled, I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8, sound good?" You ask softly.

"Sounds perfect," Wanda whispers just as softly, pecking your lips a couple of times.

"Also Miss Maximoff, who knew you were such the artist, your work is on par with that of Picasso’s,” you grin, “the way you managed to capture my essence in those doodles, unmatched! We should have those drawings framed and put in a museum," you tease with a smirk and Wanda smacks your shoulder.

"Ass," she mutters, cheeks red and you let out a laugh before leaning down to press a kiss on her lips.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff fluff #marvel #my fic #no beta #my writing #Of doodles and hearts

[loveandleases]

(Our second fluff ABC's. This time for our hothead. You can find the first fluff ABC's here. Below the cut~)

A = Admiration - Cam admires honesty.

B = Body - Any part of MC, doesn't matter. Just know Cam is very much paying attention to all of their body.

C = Cuddling - There were many nights when MC and Cam were having a sleepover that Cam ended up half laying on MC. Cam loves to cuddle, and why not do that with your favorite person?

D = Dates - For Cam he would prefer something more laid back. While he would take MC out on the town if that is what they wanted, just having that one on one time is a plus in their book.

E = Emotions - They are known as our resident hot head for a reason. Cam can take a lot, he will bury it. (Looking at all those emotions he has pushed down for MC). If Cam feels someone is being rude or out of pocket just know he will do something about it. Even if it has nothing to do with him.

F = Family - For him, those people he considers famliy are the most important to him. Whether that is MC, or MC's aunt, even doggo. They matter to Cam. Now how that applies to his own siblings, you will just have to wait and see.

G = Gifts - He loves to give gifts, believes them to be little reminders of his appreciation. If you see the inside of Cam's room, you will see trinkets from many different points in his life. Things from his childhood, such as the first pebble MC gave him. To a stack of polaroids of Kara's first steps, to when he got the doggo for MC.

H = Holding Hands - He holds hands with such fervency. Afraid that if he lets go the person whose hand he was holding will cease to exist.

I = Injury - While Cam can handle pain thanks to growing up sick, he can't handle it when it has to do with people he cares about. When he saw MC's nose bleed (thanks Cam) he nearly fainted form the sight of blood. Just the idea of hurting someone gives him the ick. (unless that person is Chris.)

J = Jokes - Definitely a jokester, sometimes you just have to laugh to keep from crying. Sadly that is one of Cam's ideals. He will be sulking out of your view.

K = Kisses - Cam kisses with urgency, as if each one will be the last. Each one more dear than the one before.

L = Love - Cam has had love for people, platonically, and romantically. Though no love burns brighter or hurts as much as the one he has for his best friend. It's a love to never be given lightly or that expects anything in return.

M = Memory - He has many memories he holds dear, from the first word Kara spoke, to his first kiss. One of his favorite memories is prom, and when he headbutted Chris. (Okay that one yeah that one is top 5.)

N = Nightmare (what is one of their fears?) - One of his biggest fears is to be discarded. To be replaced and treated as if he never mattered at all. He can do without that.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?) - MC will see Cam just grab at his hair and faceplant on the table, the couch even his bed. MC has yet to find out why but they always hear Cam mumbling things under his breath.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)- Red.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?) - Cam prefers to just hang out, relax. Talk about your shared past and what coul be your future. Watch really cringey shows. Share a pint of ice cream together. Help in any way he can. Also…laundry.

R = Rhythm (what song do they hum to themselves, when they think no one is listening.)- He will hum anything even if he doesn't know the lyrics, his current go to is Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Ray.

S = Secrets (how open are they?) - With others he's not open at all, with MC like an open book. (well except for one secret he keeps close). He will never intentionally tell MC's secrets, those are sacred to him.

T = Time (how do they spend their time?) - Pining. Doodling in a journal he keeps hidden in a drawer. Taking horrible candid photos of people. Cam also likes to read, there will always be a book dog eared in his camera bag.

U = Upset (how do they act when they're upset?) - Depends on how upset he is. While somethings he will bottle, other things will make him out swear a sailor. Cam gives it his all in a lot of things, especially when it comes to cussing someone out. Did they bump into MC, alright hes going to tell them their mother should have swallowed. Our boy is fiesty sometimes to a fault. But it's because he truly cares.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?) - Their accomplishments. While his parents don't recognize how good he is as a photographer, Cam is truly good at it. At capturing a moment or an idea just with photos. It's something he prouds himself on. If he sucks at everything else, at least he knows this is the one thing he can do.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?) - He has a scar on the back of his thigh from doing just that. Cam will fight for you, beside you. To him it doesn't matter. You just tell him where to throw that punch.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?) - Very well. There will be times when Cam can read MC better than he can himself. He won't always know when something is wrong or whats wrong, especially if your relationship changes. He will try his best to figure out whats wrong.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?) - I can't give all the details away, but it would depend. It's not that he wouldn't plan it, it's just likely that he would be so overcome with emotion that he just blurts it out.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?) - Someone touching their hand or a hug. He never really got them from his family so to him it's not only shocking when someone does it but its so comforting to him that he wishes it would never end.

#loveandleases #love and leases #cam #fluff #alphabet #fluff alphabet

[chimkin-samich]

Hi!

I have had a block for both writing and drawing for several years. I look at your works with longing in my eyes and think how wonderful it would be to draw regularly again. I was never particularly talented and had many gaps in learning to draw, but I enjoyed it. Now I don't know how to start drawing or writing. My laptop is full of unfinished stories. I have lots of ideas for drawings, but it's hard for me to get down to work.

Therefore, my question is: Do you have any advice for people who haven't drawn/written for several years and would really like to get back to it, but can't motivate themselves, have no ideas, etc.? Or quite the opposite. They have lots of ideas, but for some reason they can't draw anything?

Greetings and have a nice morning/day/evening/night!

Hello! Sorry it took so long to respond, I wanted to make sure I could respond properly to this so I thought it over a lot, I’m going to put it under a read more cuz it’s gonna get long lol

I (sly) am kinda in the same position as you at least when it comes more to art, writing ive kinda cracked the block but still trying to break through the ice, all the art on our blog is Ferals art, I only complete the line work and shading (but not always) I haven’t drawn any of my own stuff in probably a few years but I’m trying to get back into it cuz I miss it as well, I completely get the whole feeling of looking at Feral’s art and wanting to create my own but finding it so difficult to do

For the art aspect my plan is to start at square 1, start how I first starting drawing, which for me was to look up refs, animals and draw them by sight, just to get back into the groove of trying to bring back that muscle memory, maybe you started by tracing images, you could trace only the rough outlines and then shade and detail them, just something simply and easy, you probably won’t be happy with the results (I know I certainly won’t be with my own) but it’s a start

Look up things that you enjoy, draw your squad, incorrect quotes to do with ocs maybe even draw them out, try and keep it simple, you don’t need to create a masterpiece on the first day back, any attempt is a step forward even if you dislike it, try it out at least once a day everyday, a simple doodle just for fun or to exercise your muscle memory again, the first part is gonna be hard and messy, that’s totally ok! All that matters is the attempt!

For the writing aspect try and keep it simple as well, focus on making short one-shots or even just bullet point dialogues, your old unfinished writing isn’t going anywhere, when you feel comfortable enough to attempt to continue it just go for it!

I had a big gap in my writing periods and sometimes I still go a few months with out touching any of my stories, blocks happen and are normal, something that I try to get back into is read other people’s work, both to see the writing style and to get some inspiration to continue my own works

When I actually get down to actually writing my story I just dump down the story as I think it, I just keep writing even if it looks messy and grammatically incorrect to at least get the story moving and progressing. After I have the rough story down, is when I go back to correct spelling mistakes, add more details/dialogues or events in between to create a much better flow for the story

I usually do this multiple times for each fic I create, usually in between pauses (either due to blanking on ideas or just cuz I wasn’t feeling it) so whenever I reopen my doc, I just reread and add on, then I do it again one or two more times once it’s completed

I struggle a lot with perfectionism when it comes to my art and writing, and unfortunately it’s a big killer for my motivation, especially when I see others that make better works than me. I’ve been slowly unlearning that urge to make everything perfect, by just allowing myself to have messy and rough works, it’s not always going to come out how I want it but at least I got it as close as I could in the moment with my current skill level

I like to tell myself, the more I keep doing it, the more I’ll improve, and I’ll always be able to come back with more ideas and skill to remake this better than my first attempts, just because I did it doesn’t mean I can’t try to do it again

Being easier on yourself does wonders (I know easier said than done unfortunately 😭) but your practically having to relearn skills that have gotten rusty, even if you were doing great before, your gonna have to build back up to that point, it’s just like exercising a muscle ✨

I hope this was able to help! I wish you much luck in your journey back into art and writing!

#mods speaketh #mod sly

[sodjtn]

um hi?

i've been here for a wile, but never really posted anything. but i have coule ideas what i'd like to do and that would be nice to share with more people than just my lovely lovely girlfriend so here i am!

i have some doodles for our flag means death and for good omens too.

also i love horror podcasts. im kinda new at that, so i'm at episode 111 of welcome to night vale and at 9th episode of the magnus archives. i listen to this one like a fucking maniac? i have this obsidian file with pages for every episode and every character because i wanna see ALL connections

and doctor who, yep, i love doctor who.

i'm a huuuge fun of neil gaiman, i absolutely adore him. i've red almost every book that he wrote and am currently reading his comicses. i mean as much as i can afford, so it's not very regular thing. i'm a student after all. so you will definetly see me talking about his works.

i also sometimes feel like talking about literature that i'm currently reading. it can be anything from classics to fanfiction. but maybe this part will be in russian. and maybe on my other blog.

talking about my other blog. i decided that on this one would'nt be a lot of reposts bcs i repost like A LOT. so they will be om @sodjtn along with my shitposts

#ofmd #neil gaiman #good omens #welcome to night vale #the magnus archives #doctor who #sorry im just saying hi there #also im autistic #so im cool right? #also i knit and do not have any friends who do this is just sad pls somebody

[yuukei-yikes]

ah! if you're taking questions about the fankids, can i ask about what's going on about the whole reincarnation thing? (how konoha finds out, if anyone else figures it out, even how he finds out about konoha (before he died) and the whole "daze" thing in the first place. poor kid's got a lot to deal with lol)

YIPPEEEEEEEEEE <- this yippe was written before i finished writing the reply. no yippee anymore. under the cut bc i also went crazy long with this and its embarrassing and erm erm erm erm. hehe. so much mental illness i basically wrote a fic under the cut

i've actually answered this before BUT im changing my answer. when i answered that ask konoha and ayame were only like 40 hours old so now it's simmered in my head better...hehehehheheheeh <- my evil laugh because im abt to give konoha 80 mental illnesses.

so i know i linked to the old answer but if u went to read it just forget abt everything i say in there

yknow how i talked abt like overprotective parents haruka&takane in my last ask LOL i actually had a big wall of text that i deleted while answering because it was rly sad and it got super long and i was like erm. maybe another time and THEN I GOT THIS ASK AND IM LIKE BOYYY WHY DID I DELETE THE TEXT but whatever i'll just go crazy now and even more bc i can dedicate the whole space to it HEHEHEHEHHEEH

konoha is nonverbal for years and since ayano works with kids i think she knows sign language teehee and when it became obvious konoha wasn't going to speak as a kid haruka&takane are like. well. let's do that ig. mekakushi dan learning sign language arc 💖 still is nonverbal most of the time i think. if i had thought of it beforehand i would've kept it for present time JUST IMAGINE THE DOODLES I MADE THE FIRST TIME HE'S SIGNING EVERYTHING IVE DECIDED MY NEXT GEN KONOHA IS NONVERBAL. HE DICHO. CASO CERRADO

ok they're overprotective not only bc they're disabled4disabled and terrified that konoha will one day wake up and be diagnosed with u got 6 years to live type of thing but also. konoha autism swag

and when konoha becomes a toddler shit goes down. then he starts hallucinating and having all these night terrors abt stuff like hibihiyo's timeloop and reviving azami over and over while she was living in the real world but also he's a kid so he doesn't really register all this horrifying stuff the same an adult would duh. and he kind of ALWAYS saw it he just can put it into words now ig. so he's not like AUUUUGHHH he's more like.. confused and scared. he's also not super communicative and i dont mean that bc he's nonverbal like even if he is, he still speaks through signs!! but he's still kind of quiet and slow and etc. like he IS konoha yknow?? he's just like playing and hanging out and suddenly just sees azami and he's like erm mom can u tell the lady in the corner to go away :(( and takane's like LOL. GET IN THE FUCKING CAR. he just gets diagnosis or derivations to other doctors and a child therapist etc and its not wrong bc HE IS completely human now and that whole thing IS translating into not only a human mind but like A TINY human mind. basically mental illness. so many mental illnesses.

HE'S STILL A RLY HAPPY KID...BUT THERE'S SO MUCH TO GET THRU... it's not like he's permanently hallucinating or having night terrors every night either he leads a fairly normal life!!! and is a little kid and has fun and plays around and he's so so so sweet and rly happy!!! but. there's also The Horrors.

i dont think the dan would hide their powers. like yeah sure kano can turn into a cat yippeee!! if we lose a toy we go to hibiya he can find anything!! seto can ALWAYS guess what number we're thinking of it's so funny!! LIKE IT'D BE CUTE RATIO + PLAYING + HAVING FUN OK? PEACE AND LOVE ON PLANET EARTH, OK!?!?!?!?

but the thing is that haruka saw everything konoha did like THEY WERE. YEAH. haruka & konoha is a THING so i think konoha can ask something and haruka's increasingly like HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT bc there is no way ANYONE could've told him that like the only person who would know is. WELLLLLL KONOHA? i think the big reveal can happen thru konoha being like hey. do u remember when we talked. in that big white room that never ended. that was rly weird lol like when did that happen. where even were we lol. also u were yelling thats so weird u never yell it was scary. lol!! and haruka's like Hehe(shaking) bc as soon as he realises He Cannot Stop realising

what the dan doesn't say is their story ofc bc it's rly sad and like why would they tell their kids abt that lol but. konoha starts asking Questions... Very Specific Questions.

ok sorry i havent even gotten to the way he finds out he's even awakening eyes LOL i think haruka realises btw. he realises before konoha realises. well konoha DOESNT realise. but he HAS been having this identity crisis and he's like damn i already transed my gender WHAT IS IT THIS TIME and he keeps asking these oddly specific questions that are freaking everybody out because he's not even really asking about their pasts?? he's just like mixing his old memories to his current memories and being like uncle shintaro remember when we fell off that high place together :3 and shintaro's like what the fuck are u talking about. like he doesn't describe it specifically enough or whoever he's talking to just assumes someone else told him abt something that happened back then.

like THATS HIS OTHER SELF so haruka isnt even doubting it, as soon as he realises HE DOESNT UNREALISE HE DOESN'T TRY TO CONVINCE HIMSELF OTHERWISE once he knows HE KNOWS. but konoha still doesn't know he's just kinda watching haruka having like a crisis or something.

from then on erm.... about how to manage it... well it'd be a complicated situation. haruka obviously tells takane and she's like ur fucking crazy lol im gonna go talk to him *leaves* *comes back* ok u were right. how the fuck did we even create this.

basically the dan knows before konoha does and it becomes a rly complicated subject about what to do about it because most of them are like the only way to rly make sure is to talk to konoha and they dont know if they wanna do that because they'd have to come clean about their horrible story and yknow konoha's just a kid!! but also if he IS konoha and everything he is seeing are those awful memories then he should know? for peace of mind? maybe? it's... a whole thing. like konoha isn't.... suffering. like obviously all his mental issues are awful but it's not like they will go away just by having context to some stuff. he's still a happy kid. the dan's like ok somehow haruka and ene created a freak of nature. it happens.

like what if they tell him and then all the memories become super clear. why would they wanna do that. most of the memories are total ass and awful. but also konoha's clearly confused and feels so lost. but maybe that's better than him being properly traumatized by remembering everything??

at the end of the day haruka and takane are the parents and they have to decide lollll man they'd be so torn about it. konoha probably throws a line like i just always feel like im forgetting something. THEY'D BREAK DOWN ON EACH OTHER SO BAD AND KONOHA'S LIKE WHYYYY ARE U GUYS CRYINGGGG!?!?! srry haruka and takane for putting u thru the horrors. i think it's funny to do that. congratulations on the marriage and the kid but also cry about it

erm. idk if or how they'd tell him. this is all i can come up with now. bye tune in for next chapter i fucking guess

#ask tag #dont look at me. im THINKING. #kagekids #headcanons

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started playing khux again which means its keykid time

#khux #keykid #acorn #chirithy #ephemer #yes his name is acorn i panicked and named him after his hat #im spoiled on basically everything but its still nice to play through it again #forgot how much i like this game #doodles #zapphi draws #edit: ive been told that the captions are broken so ill just type it here instead #anytime im in wonderland #chirithy leave me alone im busy being gay #chirithy i stepped three feet into this castle and some giant angry furry beat me up tied me up and threw me into his dungeons before i coul #d get a word out #haha where are you ephemer huh where did you go wtf bro i thought we were dating

[leftalexwithnoneart]

A comic about pre-everything Eric coming out to Mack back in their college days, only wears hoodies and has the "my mom finally let me cut my hair short" haircut.

He spent the whole day freaking out and planning a speech, hoping for the best but he got too nervous and just spoke whatever was on his mind at the time fjdjdj

Mack had somewhat of an idea of how to react to it but was fairly uneducated and just did his best at the time (which was cool because Eric would hate to speak about anything remotely personal lmao)

The art is old-ish from a couple of months and just slapped the dialogue in so it looks weirdly placed, sorry about that 😔🤘

#lgbt #comic #artwork #my art #art #doodle #sketch #ocs #original character #traditional art #mack #eric #eric never someone he couls totally consider a friend just random casual acquaintances #and mack was quickly losing contact with his highschool friends because of different interests and generally withdrawing more #so they found friendship in eachother and became close really easily #they have a falling out around a year later though and losw contact for a while

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Stay Now, Little Prince

Prompts: Hi there!!! Can I request a romantic DLAMP + platonic dukeceit fic? The idea I had was from the incorrect quote:

Remus: And that's when you'll kill the light sides!

*Janus doodling the light sides and him holding hands with hearts all around them*: Kiss the light sides! Got it!

Remus:........ Why do I even try with you?

Except! It's a superhero AU! And these two are the vigilantes/villains (your choice really) and Remus is secretly rooting for Janus and also gives the others a shovel talk *read*: threatens to drag them to hell and back and through the core of the earth and feeding their remains to his shoebill if they so much as think about hurting Jan

You don't have to write it tho! 💝 - anon

Hiya! Will you be up to. writing an "enemies to lovers" Roceit au? By that I mean they act like enemies but behind closed doors are best friends and maybe more!!!! Your writing is beautiful and magnificent and you're amazing!!!!!! - anon

Hi hi hi hi!!! I LOVE your writing it's- *so* amazing- and I was wondering- (if you're still taking requests ofc) if we coul have more of that SWEET SWEET roceit content in that one hero roman fic? maybe talking more about how he rekindles his relationship with remus after being so far apart, how janus helps him come out of his shell, and how he deals with the fear of being abandonded by the two of them? tysm i hope you have an awesome day!!! :D - anon

Y'all really like this au huh

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: self-destructive behavior, gaslighting, implied/referenced torture (kinda)

Pairings: roceit

Word Count: 10063

Cities are full of bright lights and shadows alike. Those that live in the light, the heroes, the ‘good guys.’ Those that live in the shadows, their grisly work only illuminated when the sun deigns to show its face again. Sometimes the shadows are too deep. Sometimes the spotlights are too much.

The Prince, Roman Prince, is the Golden Boy of the city. The newsreels, the cameras, the public adore him. But they don’t see the winces when the bulbs go off right in his face, or whispers to be better, do better, perform better from the people that pull him aside after every daring adventure.

No one knows the name Janus, but they know his work. They don’t shout, they whisper. They huddle together in the dark, searching for the light so as not to get caught in his coils.

But sometimes, when spotlights are too bright and shadows too flat, a little prince will make its way into the snake’s den.

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Roman opens his eyes.

He expects to see the sterile white ceiling. He expects to see the pockmarks in the tile. He expects to see the bedcovers, the tray of first aid supplies he never clears away properly until the inspection comes, and the single photo.

He doesn’t expect a darker ceiling with a soft amber light, nor the linen sheets that slide carefully off his shoulders as he sits up. He winces slightly at the pull in his middle and immediately puts a hand to it. It doesn’t come away red.

The bed is empty except for him, the other side neat and pristine. He swallows.

He didn’t expect to wake up. Not after what happened.

Not after what he did.

He doesn’t know what pulled him all the way across the city, dragging blood everywhere he went in the grooves the guilt had etched behind him. Only that he needed to get somewhere away from the horrors he’d left, away from the bright lights and cityscapes.

And white lies…and masquerades…

He shakes his head to clear it. Now is not the time.

But did he have to come here? Did he have to walk—no, crawl on his knees before the Serpent and willingly let teeth be set to his throat? And why? For what?

He runs a hand over the wound again.

The better question would be why the Serpent hasn’t killed him yet.

Why he all but invited him inside, took him into his private rooms and patched him up. He’s used to rough patch jobs, used to being pushed around a little as he’s fixed to the point of maneuverability and ushered back to his room to lick the rest of them away, but that wasn’t what happened at all.

No, the Serpent had been…gentle.

The hands on his skin hadn’t touched him to bruise him, hadn’t wandered a little too far this way or that. They’d…they’d stitched him up and…and comforted him. Even when he confessed his mistakes, when he’d said that he was a coward, they’d…the Serpent hadn’t hurt him.

Only when there’s a soft twinge does Roman realize he’s been rubbing at the stitches. He flings his hand away from himself like he’s been burned and quickly lies back down, reducing the strain on the wound as much as possible. He stares at the ceiling, eyes wide, trying to make the ache in his chest fade. If he rips them out…

Well. The window for killing him easily has probably passed, right? Would…would he still kill him now? After all he’s done?

Roman has plenty of marks that attest to the Serpent’s creativity.

Though…now that he thinks about it…the Serpent has never been the one to hurt him directly. He’s had people to do that.

He’s had Remus.

Remus.

Memories.

Memories of another body pressed against him as they shivered together in the cold, wrapped under a single sheet so thin that they could feel their nails scratching together as they pulled it closer around themselves. Memories of a streak of white hair in his face when he woke up, limbs twisted so closely around each other they didn’t know whose was whose. Memories of his throat screaming in protest as he cried out, as they were ripped apart and locked in separate cages.

Rooms, Roman. They aren’t cages, we aren’t villains.

He barely remembers having another voice tell him that wasn’t true.

But Remus is alive. Remus is alive and he’s here and—and—

They didn’t kill him. They never killed him. They may have abandoned him, left him for dead, but they didn’t kill him.

The ache in his chest blossoms and whines. He wants his brother back.

Footsteps.

Roman shuts his eyes and hopes whatever position he’s in looks at least somewhat convincing. Maybe he can fake startling awake, he’s done that enough times to have some practice. Maybe he can make it look like he’s just waking up, maybe then they won’t—

“Little prince, you really don’t have to pretend to be asleep.”

Well, he certainly startles, much to the Serpent’s amusement. He quickly brings a hand to his chest to make sure he hasn’t pulled any of the stitches and tries not to scoot away as the Serpent sits on the edge of the bed.

“There’s no need to be so skittish,” the Serpent chuckles, “really, little prince, you didn’t seem this afraid last night.”

Last night. When everything in his body ached and screamed from lights and cameras and people and open air and only by holding a knife to his own throat could he get away from it.

“Roman.”

“Sorry,” he says quickly, “I just…”

“You were drifting,” the Serpent says softly, “did you see something?”

“S-see something?”

“A memory, a flashback, an afterimage…” The Serpent lifts a hand to card through his hair. “Whatever you want to call it. Something from last night, maybe?”

Roman swallows, trying not to lose himself in the gentle fingers in his hair but it’s so hard. No one…the Serpent has always known, somehow, how to throw him off balance.

“Little prince?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Shh-shh-shh, none of that, now,” the Serpent chides, the hand coming to lift up his chin, “I’m not angry with you.”

Roman blinks. “You’re…not?”

Something flickers across the Serpent’s expression too quick to be seen. “No, Roman, I’m not.”

“Oh.”

The Serpent watches him for a moment longer before sighing and standing up, lifting Roman’s chin as he goes. “Come out to the living room, little prince.”

Roman stands obediently and follows, body adjusting to the order before he’s fully understood it. He tucks his shoulders, bows his head, keeping his gaze high enough to see the Serpent’s path, but no higher. He isn’t walking toward the counter this time, nor is there anyone else in the apartment.

He tries to pretend the ache is just from the healing wound.

“Sit,” the Serpent orders, tapping the arm of a chair that Roman shouldn’t be allowed to touch, let alone sit in, but he doesn’t dare disobey. “Good.”

Oh, that should not do what it does to him.

The Serpent sits across from him, one leg crossed elegantly over the other. He reaches for one of the teacups on the coffee table between them and gestures for Roman to do the same. Roman picks it up and immediately winces. He isn’t allowed to hold fragile things, he’ll break them. But he can’t just refuse the Serpent’s offer so he sets it as carefully as he can in his lap. He can feel the Serpent’s eyes on him so he takes the smallest of sips.

It’s warm, slightly spiced, and sweet. He finds himself relax, just a little.

“Good?”

“Mhm.”

“I’m glad.” The Serpent sets his off cup to the side and folds his hands in his lap. “I learned something interesting about you last night.”

Roman’s hands begin to tremble and he quickly sets the cup down. “Yeah?”

“Mm.” He tilts his head. “Well, several things.”

He’s going to die. He’s going to die. He’s going to die.

“You have a very high pain tolerance, little prince.”

Roman swallows. “Isn’t that to be expected for someone like me?”

“Mm, even little heroes aren’t immune to stab wounds,” the Serpent says easily, raising an eyebrow, “unless there’s another side to your powers you’ve been hiding from me?”

He shakes his head and immediately bites his lip. The Serpent’s mouth tugs up into a half-smirk.

Shit.

“So then you know you’ve got a high pain tolerance, hmm?” He tilts his head. “That does make a few things click into place.”

Roman stays quiet.

“You also seem quite used to operating under severe blood loss,” the Serpent continues, “are you being captured by others as well? Do they regularly leave you to bleed out on your own? I’m quite jealous.”

He isn’t quick enough to hide his flinch. The Serpent’s eyes narrow.

“Perhaps that would explain why you refuse painkillers, even though you know it does more damage to your body in the long run.”

The curtains are drawn, Roman realizes too late, he can’t tell what time of day it is. Is it night? Did he sleep all the way through a day? Is it the middle of the day? Are people walking around? If he screams, could someone hear him?

No. He can’t. A fist closes around his throat before the thought is fully formed and he swallows, trying to dislodge it.

“You’re drifting again.”

Roman’s gaze snaps back to the Serpent, who looks at him with badly concealed amusement. He quirks an eyebrow.

“If I’d have known my living room would be so distracting,” he purrs, “I would have let you stay in bed.”

The tips of Roman’s ears turn red and heat rushes through his chest. The Serpent chuckles.

“Come, now, what is it? Not enough of an ‘evil lair’ for you, is that it?” He tilts his head. “Is your only impression of me dark warehouses and abandoned factories?”

“You’ve not given me a lot of evidence to the contrary.”

The Serpent spreads his hands and gestures around. “Then how do you explain this, little prince? You’re the one who found your way here, after all, all on your lonesome.”

Another smirk.

“Am I truly so intriguing, or is it the allure of my interior design?”

The words stick in Roman’s throat. The Serpent raises an eyebrow and laughs.

“Oh, and here I thought we were back to business as usual.” He idly toys with the fingers on one gloved hand. “I have missed your witty remarks from all of our other talks.”

“Those were interrogations.”

“Mm.” The Serpent doesn’t blink.

“Is…this an interrogation?”

“Yes.”

Roman stiffens. He glances down at the chair, expecting restraints to appear out of nowhere. His gaze darts to the cup sitting innocuously on the table in front of him.

“It’s just tea,” the Serpent says, “with a little honey.”

He looks up. The Serpent cocks his head to the side, waiting for Roman to say something. “Why are you not pointing a gun at me?”

“Guns aren’t my style, little prince, and I did just spend a considerable amount of time fixing a hole someone put in you. Seems a little counterproductive to put one in you myself, now, doesn’t it?”

“Then what’s stopping me from attacking you?”

The Serpent raises an eyebrow and chuckles, his voice rolling through the room and leaving Roman breathless. “Oh, little prince, I think the time has passed for threats, don’t you?”

“You’re threatening me.”

“Am I?” The Serpent flicks his hand. “I’ve just answered your question about whether or not this is an interrogation. How is that a threat?”

Roman’s somehow forgotten that every exchange they have ends with game, set, match to the Serpent. He swallows the lack of response on his tongue and feels his shoulders square.

“Look at you,” the Serpent murmurs, “all tough now. Is it truly so easy for you? To shrug that armor back on when you know it doesn’t work?”

Roman remains silent.

“Oh, let’s not do that,” he sighs, his hand tapping against the arm of the chair, “the silent treatment isn’t an effective strategy for you, little prince, especially when you do so well with the quips.”

He holds his tongue.

The Serpent sighs. “Then I suppose I won’t tell you where your brother is.”

Roman’s head snaps up. “What?”

The Serpent just looks at him, a slight condescending expression on his face. Roman feels his cheeks start to heat up and his hands clench into fists in his lap.

“What do you want?”

The Serpent is quiet for a moment. Then he shifts his weight and leans forward. “I have questions, little prince. I want you to answer them for me.”

“And then you’ll tell me where Remus is?”

“And then I’ll tell you where Remus is.”

Roman takes a deep breath. For Remus. He can do this for Remus. He’s waited over a decade for his brother, he can…he can get through this. He just has to be very, very careful.

The Serpent watches him, huffing softly. “You still look unsure, little prince.”

“Just not used to not being restrained.”

The Serpent’s eyes darken and a smile slowly cuts its way across his face. “Is that an invitation, little prince?”

Oh, god, not that fucking voice. Roman splutters, face bright red, trying to come up with something to say.

“I’m teasing,” the Serpent says with a softer smile a moment later, “relax, little prince, you’re alright.”

Roman isn’t sure which he hates more, how easily the Serpent is able to rile him up, or how easy it is for him to calm him right back down.

“I just want you to talk to me,” he continues, still in that soft voice, “answer my questions the way you like, try and be honest. My hospitality is not contingent on the information you give me, nor will I hurt you if I don’t like the answers I get.”

“Why should I believe you?”

The Serpent nods to his chest. “Have I not established a little bit of goodwill with you, little prince? Am I not the only person you can trust?”

“That hasn’t exactly worked out for me in the past,” Roman snaps before cold horror rushes through his veins.

It’s too late. The words are already out.

“What does that mean?”

His tongue ices over. He stares at the table. After a few moments, the Serpent sighs.

“You have my word I won’t hurt you, little prince,” he murmurs.

Roman looks up at him slowly. “…I thought you said this was an interrogation.”

“I’m asking you questions about information you seem hesitant to give me. Is that not an interrogation?”

“But you’re not hurting me to try and get it.”

“Is that all you think an interrogation is?”

“That’s the kind I’m used to.”

The Serpent rolls his eyes. “The standards around here…whatever happened to keeping oneself civilized?”

A giggle bubbles out of Roman’s throat before he can stop it and the Serpent winks. His expression turns a notch more serious after a moment and Roman takes a deep breath.

“You’re allowed to drink your tea, by the way,” he says, gesturing to the abandoned cup, “that’s why it’s there.”

“Did you drug it?”

The Serpent levels him with a look. “Yes. I spent an entire night patching you up after you bled all over my carpet, dressed you in my clothes, let you sleep in my bed, and held you as you cried without reactivating my security system, risking my own life to make sure you were alright, so I could then poison you.”

Roman sheepishly picks the cup up. “…you could’ve just said no.”

“And where would the fun in that be?”

The tea is good. Of course the Serpent has excellent taste in tea. He drinks for a moment in silence before the Serpent opens his mouth again.

“You’re touch starved,” he says quietly, “do you know how severe it is?”

He swallows the drink of tea. “I don’t know how you measure that.”

“You said I was the last person to touch you before last night. Down at the docks, over that disagreement with the freighter.”

‘Disagreement with the freighter,’ he says, not ‘black-market arms dealings that threatened the safety of the city.’

“Yeah.”

The Serpent frowns. “But that was almost a month ago, little prince, surely someone else has touched you since then?”

Roman shifts in the chair. “I mean, I’ve gotten into fights since then and that…that counts, right?”

He doesn’t say that the fists burned nearly as much as the Serpent’s hand on his face did, nor that he sometimes let himself get hit just to let the burn sting a little more.

“…that was the last time someone handled you gently,” the Serpent says slowly, “that’s what you’re saying, isn’t it?”

Roman nods. The Serpent stares into space for a moment, thinking. One of his hands twitches.

“You were surprised to see Remus.” He tilts his head. “Why?”

“I thought he was dead.”

“Why?”

“I, um…hadn’t heard from him in a while.”

The Serpent quirks an eyebrow. “Do you know how many times Remus has been a few feet away from you?”

Roman stiffens. Is…is the Serpent saying that Remus…before, when he’s—when he’s been caught, has Remus—was Remus ever the one to—to—

“Judging by his response last night,” the Serpent says, “he didn’t realize it either, but that doesn’t seem like the nosy little prince who managed to figure out my address, does it?”

Oh. So Remus wasn’t—he would’ve seen. He would’ve known it was Roman. Kind of difficult to not know who the person you’re beating is. His shoulders slump with relief, but not enough to wash away the knowledge that he wouldn’t have cared.

Even if it had been Remus every single time.

“You haven’t answered my question, little prince.”

He blinks. “I, um…the circumstances under which I couldn’t contact him were what made me think he was dead.”

The Serpent hums. “And what circumstances were those?”

“…ones where I couldn’t really question them.”

The Serpent chuckles. “You, the little rascal who snuck into my warehouses and investigated every scrap of intel I told you? You, the wrench in so many plans that had been laid out?”

“Didn’t realize you paid such close attention to me.”

“Clearly, little prince, we’ve not been operating on the level of mutual respect I thought we were.” The Serpent raises a hand to his chest. “I’m hurt.”

Roman huffs, taking another sip.

“You did find this place, I suppose,” the Serpent sighs, “which begs the question. Why drop the matter of your brother’s death so quickly?”

His throat is strained for three days. He loses every inch of ground he gains on his voice by crying out for a brother that isn’t coming back. They tell him he ran away, they tell him he’s delusional. One time they try and tell him he never had a brother.

He’s punished for a week after he screams that they’re wrong, but they never try and lie to him like that again.

He stops asking when they bring in a body in the middle of the night with a streak of white hair.

“…because I thought I saw him.”

The Serpent hums, idly flicking a speck of dust from his glove. “But he’s alive.”

A shuddering breath leaves him. “But he’s alive.”

“So what does that mean?”

Roman blinks. “What?”

The Serpent meets his gaze easily, spreading his hands. “What does that mean, little prince? You thought he was dead, you thought you saw him dead, but he’s alive. How does that change things?”

Remus isn’t dead. They didn’t find his body. It wasn’t his body they brought in that night under the cover of darkness, where none of them could see because of how dark it was.

…even though they passed right under the light outside Roman’s room.

Even though the morgue is on the other side of the building.

Even though the sheet just happened to flop down.

Roman’s eyes widen.

They’d known.

They’d known it wasn’t Remus.

They probably didn’t think it was Remus.

They wanted him to see. They wanted him to see what he would think was his dead brother so he would stop fighting. So he would give in. They wanted him to see it. They did it so he could see it. They put on a show just for him and they made him think his brother was dead.

They…they did that.

To him.

To all of them.

…so what does that mean?

Roman could laugh. He won’t, but he could. He could cry, he could laugh, he could scream.

It doesn’t mean anything.

Some part of him always suspected. Always thought that maybe they’d had him killed, or at the very least, didn’t care enough to try and stop it if it happened. It wasn’t the farthest stretch to imagine they’d do something like that.

Not after everything else.

Roman takes a drink of tea.

“It doesn’t.”

Surprise flickers over the Serpent’s face. “No? Not at all?”

Roman shakes his head. “No. Remus is alive. That’s…that’s all that matters.”

“Alive…and not with you.”

“No.”

The Serpent frowns at him for a moment. Then he sets his cup back on the table. “You seem remarkably sure about that for someone who was near incoherent just from seeing his brother last night.”

Roman shrugs. The Serpent waits a moment longer before asking another question.

“Why did you come here, little prince?”

“I think I’ve answered this one already.”

“I’ve led you to answers,” the Serpent corrects, “you’ve not exactly volunteered one yourself.”

“I did. I said you were the only person I could trust.”

“Mm.” The Serpent steeples his fingers. “And why is that?”

Roman swallows. “You…you’re the only one who hasn’t lied to me.”

Now the Serpent truly looks surprised. “And how exactly have you come to this conclusion, little prince?”

“You leave things out, sure, and you’re not exactly upfront about things, but you don’t outright lie to me.” Roman stares down and swallows again. His throat is dry. “You…you were also right.”

The room is silent.

“You said that one day I would realize that they don’t care about m-me. You said that one day I would realize that the world isn’t black and white. You said that you would help me if I didn’t—if I couldn’t do it anymore.”

He looks up to see the Serpent staring at him, unmoving.

“And you did.”

The Serpent’s hand slowly clenches and unclenches. He looks away, his eyes closing.

“So…yeah, you’re the only one who hasn’t lied.”

“I see.” There’s another pause and then he looks back. “Where are your scars from, little prince?”

Roman frowns at the abrupt change of topic. “What?”

“Your scars, little prince, where are they from?”

“Uh…you do know what I do, right?”

The Serpent stands, slowly crossing the short distance between their chairs. This…this is more familiar. A smirking, elegantly-clad figure leaning over him, to murmur threats and vaguely flirty promises in his ear, distracting and mesmerizing touches to his face, his arms, his chest.

But the Serpent isn’t smirking. The touch is soft, yes, but almost timid as it runs along the scar peeking out from under the shirt by his collarbone. The voice isn’t purring, it’s…it’s…

“I didn’t do this,” the Serpent whispers, running his fingers lightly over the raised skin, “what happened to you?”

Roman swallows all the same. “Accident.”

The hand stills, then flattens to press lightly against his chest. Not a threat, just pressure. “Don’t lie, little prince.”

It’s the gentlest chide Roman’s ever heard and it robs his words quicker than he can recognize. The touch burns. He wants to burn in it. But he has to answer the question but he can’t answer that question.

His silence is enough of an answer.

“So,” he mumbles when enough time has passed to make it clear that’s all the Serpent is going to get, “what now?”

A sigh comes from above him. “What now, indeed.”

Gentle fingers under his chin to lift and turn him.

“Tell me, little prince,” the Serpent asks quietly, “when was the last time someone held you captive?”

The blood drains from Roman’s face. Being held prisoner? No, those…those are the bad ones.

“It’s—it’s been a while,” he manages in a strangled whisper.

The Serpent hums. “What did you expect, little prince, when you crawled on your knees into the snake’s den? Did you expect to be let go so easily?”

He’s going to die. He’s going to die. He’s going to die.

It’s going to hurt.

In the midst of his panic, he doesn’t notice the flicker of concern across the Serpent’s face, nor the split second of rage before he’s sighing.

“You really are shaken, aren’t you?”

“Wh-what?”

He blinks and the Serpent is cupping his face in both hands, now, looking down at him the way he did last night. “My apologies, little prince, I thought we were back to playing again.”

“P-playing?”

“Yes, but you’re still terribly afraid, aren’t you?” The Serpent lets out a soft noise and rests their foreheads together. “I’ll stop teasing, little prince.”

“What’s going on?” Roman manages, words coming out in a whine as the hands on his face burn.

“Stay,” the Serpent murmurs, “stay here, little prince. You’ll be safe here, I can look after you. Remus can too.”

“Wh-what?”

The Serpent pulls away a little. “Do you want to go back?”

“Back?”

“To your people. Where you normally go. Do you want to go back to them?”

It isn’t a question of ‘want.’ He has to go back. He has to. He has to.

He…if he doesn’t go back…

…the others will get hurt.

It will be worse the longer he stays away.

But they don’t know that he’s here. They probably think he’s dead.

Can he do that to the others, though? He knows how much it hurt to see Remus dead, what if they—what if they do the same thing with him?

He doesn’t want it to hurt. But he doesn’t want them hurt.

But the Serpent…the Serpent kept him safe. The Serpent was kind to him. He is kind, at least he has been. He’s…

…maybe?

He’s still waiting for an answer.

Slowly, so slowly, Roman shakes his head.

“Then stay,” the Serpent murmurs, “stay here, in this apartment. Stay here with me.”

Roman looks up. What…what is the Serpent offering? A safe haven? A—a safe house? Safety? What…why? Why offer this to Roman? Doesn’t it—wouldn’t it—why?

“…why?”

The Serpent’s expression softens the barest amount. “I told you, little prince, you’re not that difficult to care for.”

“You don’t know that,” Roman blurts out, only for the Serpent to gentle his hand away when he claps it over his mouth.

“Then I’ll learn it,” he says, “but if that’s what you’re worried about, little prince…you needn’t be.”

A harsh laugh bursts out of his throat. “So what, you’re—you’re just going to keep me here?”

“No,” the Serpent says smoothly, “I’m going to unmake you here.”

Roman’s eyes widen.

He’s…he’s going to what?

“This is what they made of you,” the Serpent murmurs, trailing a finger over the scar again, “a touch starved, isolated tool who submits to them out of fear. They lied to you, they hurt you, and they’ve made you believe that death is a viable way of redeeming yourself from mistakes you couldn’t avoid.”

The burning hand cups his cheek again.

“I’m going to unmake that,” he promises in an achingly gentle voice, “until they won’t recognize the little prince they’ve made of you anymore.”

Oh.

Oh.

“…you want to keep me.”

The Serpent’s smile is blinding. “Yes, little prince, I want to keep you.”

He shifts his grip a little on Roman’s face, smile softening when he sees the traces of fear that must still be in his expression.

“But you can decide how much you’d like to be kept later,” he murmurs, “because you still look like you’ve not had enough rest.”

Indeed, Roman’s eyes are beginning to droop again. “Are you sure you didn’t drug the tea?”

The Serpent chuckles warmly as he helps Roman back to bed. “Tell you what, little prince, next time you can watch me make it.”

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The snake settles the little prince back into the nest with a gentle hiss and a quick squeeze from its coils. It is best to learn how to be soft now, how to never raise a hand to the little prince when fury licks at the underside of every scale and every inch of it longs to find something to sink its fangs into.

No. Not the little prince. Never the little prince.

So it learns now, how to be soft, how to be gentle, how to channel the fury into kindness for the little prince in order to make the den safe.

Only after the door closes behind him does Janus let the rage run free.

How dare they.

How fucking dare they.

How dare they make Roman so starved for touch he willingly gets into fights to feel something? How dare they strip him of his family, going so far as to fake a death right in front of a child? And how dare they break him to the point where trying to oppose them feels hopeless?

Janus closes his eyes and tries to swallow. But it’s too late. He’s held back the tide for too long and it’s starting to freeze him. It runs into the hot and possessive urge that still warms his hands and his arms begin to tremble.

The little prince is safe for now, where he sleeps beyond the door, but he won’t be if they don’t do something about it.

The snake hisses.

He’d suspected, of course, that the little prince had been hiding something, that the hero life wasn’t all the papers made it out to be, but not this. Never this. And oh, how long must Roman have been warring with himself to plaster a smile on his face, to shrug on a dashing persona to fool the world, himself, everyone into thinking he wasn’t being hurt so badly?

And they had the audacity to call people like Janus supervillains.

How barbaric.

Janus takes a deep, slow breath and lets it out over eight counts.

He can’t afford to lose his cool now.

Only after he’s reached for his phone to summon Remus does he realize he never filled his end of the bargain. He allows himself a brief, bittersweet smile before he’s typing out a message and turning to the teacups.

“Someone is nice to you,” he murmurs as he clears them away, gaze lingering on Roman’s mostly full cup, “and your first thought is that they’re attempting to kill you. What have they done to you, little prince?”

Remus arrives a few minutes later, walking inside and standing at attention. Janus raises an eyebrow.

“Why the sudden interest in formality, my darling?”

“Your security is wired through me,” comes Remus’s answer.

Ah.

“So, you heard?”

“Yes, I fucking heard,” Remus snarls, and now Janus can see why he’s holding himself so stiffly, it’s so he doesn’t scare the little prince either.

“Report.”

“The news stations have been scrambled successfully, we have our team monitoring the waves to make sure nothing pops up. So far it’s been described as a gas leak, one that made the head delirious as he staggered out onto the roof.”

Janus raises an eyebrow. “Adding insult to injury, I suppose, to imply that the head’s death was anything other than planned.”

“Well, that part is true.” Remus glances at the ground. “And the gas has been disposed of. Labs are working on a quarantine schedule, trying to figure out if anyone needs to go into isolation.”

Janus nods. “And the other side?”

Remus’s body armor groans as he tenses. “The outside sweep is done. No agents, no boots on the ground. They did a basic scan and abandoned the trail when it went cold.”

“And when was that?”

“About a block away from the site.”

Janus raises an eyebrow. Impressive. He can see a gleam of appreciation in Remus’s eye too. “Just as well. Can’t have anyone else learning the address of this place, now, can we?”

“Especially not now that you’ve decided you’re keeping him.”

Janus hums. A warning for Remus to watch his tongue.

“That puts a bigger target on your back, Jan,” Remus says, a bit of concern slipping into his voice again—truly, how sweet—as he steps closer, “and it makes this place more vulnerable.”

“That’s what I have you for, isn’t it, dear?”

Remus sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. Janus watches him over the rim of his cup.

“You’re thinking,” he says after Remus is still for too long, “what about?”

“Why do you want to keep him, Jan,” Remus asks finally, voice weaker than Janus has ever heard it before, including the times the man’s been hovering at death’s doorstep, “why?”

“You’re not jealous, are you?”

Remus just looks at him and waits.

Janus sighs, bracing his hands against the counter. A beat passes. Then another.

“Fucking hell,” Remus whispers, “you don’t know. You actually don’t know.”

Janus’s head jerks up, ready to put Remus back in his place, only for it to falter as he sees the look of genuine panic on Remus’s face. He frowns.

“Remus?”

“You don’t know,” Remus repeats, stepping back, “you don’t—know—“

The man stumbles to a chair and sits down, his hands flying to tangle in his hair. Janus watches him in alarm. He can count on one hand the number of times he’s seen Remus panic.

“Remus, talk to me.”

“You’re keeping him alive and you don’t know why!”

Remus’s eyes are wide and he somehow manages to look small, even under the kevlar. Janus takes a step closer.

“The longer you keep him alive without knowing why you’re doing it,” he says quietly, “the longer you give them to sink their hooks back into Roman. If you can’t plan for how you’re going to keep him and you’re sure about why? They’ll find the uncertainty and rip him away from you.”

Oh, these broken boys…

Janus steps around to Remus and pulls his head up.

“I swear to you,” he says, low and dangerous, “that I will never let them lay a finger on your brother ever again.”

Remus stares at him. “You promise?”

“I promise.”

Something shifts then. There’s another level to the bond between them now, something connecting them that isn’t just business. Something that has the potential to be incredibly dangerous.

Then Remus smiles and oh, there he is, the feral man who tears cities apart with his teeth, and Janus feels his own smile crawl back.

“You said you hated him,” he says lightly, “why the sudden spur of brotherly affection?”

“Something had to keep me alive before you did, Jan.”

“And that was him? How sweet.”

Remus snarls. “Not to them.”

“Well, luckily for you, that won’t be a problem anymore, now, will it?”

He lets Remus go and steps back, carefully pulling on his coat and taking his cane from its holder.

“I’ve got an appointment to fill,” he says, “and you have guard duty.”

Remus stands, nods sharply, and Janus leaves.

The security system clicks into place behind him and Remus slowly turns his attention to the bedroom door.

Something rustles on the other side and he carefully steps through.

Roman turns and is immediately struggling out of the bed to meet him.

“Easy, easy,” Remus barks, catching him and pushing him back onto the bed, “Jan wasn’t kidding about the stitches.”

But Roman isn’t listening to him, no, he’s scrabbling for a hold on Remus like they’re both stupid children who don’t know anything and all they need is each other. Remus swallows the sudden lump in his throat and curses his stupid, stupid brother.

“…calm down, Roro,” he mumbles, leaning down and letting Roman wrap his arms around his neck, “shh, shh…you gotta calm down.”

“I’m sorry, Remus, I’m so sorry, I thought you—I thought it was you, I—“

“Shh, shh, shut up, you’re gonna make yourself freak out.”

“But I’m sorry—“

“I know you’re sorry, Roman, you won’t stop saying it.” Remus lets Roman drag him further onto the bed and sits with his back to the headboard, trying not to let any of the weapons get anywhere near him. “Shh, I’m right here, you got me, okay? I’m right here.”

Roman just buries his head into the crook of Remus’s neck and oh—oh, fuck.

“Hey,” he tries, but shit, his voice is already going shaky, “none of that sappy shit, we’re grown adults.”

But Roman doesn’t care. He’s clinging onto Remus like he’s a teddy bear and godfuckingdamnit.

“Oh, Ro,” Remus murmurs, burying his nose in Roman’s hair. “I missed you too.”

A sob is choked out between them and you could not pry Remus away from Roman right now.

“I’m sorry, Re, I—I wanted to believe you were alive but then they showed me the body and I couldn’t—“

“I know, Ro, I know—I didn’t mean to leave you, I thought I could get us both out, I should’ve listened—“

“But you got out, you got out, you’re safe—“

“But I left you. I let you be taken from me.”

“No, no, Re, you can’t—you can’t think like that, you’re—you did it, you got out, I should’ve listened to you—“

“You were scared, Roro, you’re still scared, it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m not mad at you—“

“Don’t you hate me?”

The question pierces right through the kevlar and embeds itself in Remus’s ribs.

Not Roman’s broken voice, so certain that his brother despises him. Not the shuddering remains of the strongest person Remus knows. Not the scared little prince that should be dead.

He remembers the hours of punishment after failing to beat Roman. He remembers the strain of having to look at his brother being praised for everything while he was ignored. He remembers Roman telling him it was just a game when they both bore marks to prove that it wasn’t.

But he also remembers a vicious little brat getting in between him and the world and baring his teeth until they left him alone. He remembers little hands doing their best to patch him up with stolen medical supplies and food rations. He remembers another voice in the dark, whispering that they still cared about each other, that nothing in this world would keep them apart.

“…no, Roro,” Remus whispers, “I don’t hate you.”

Something breaks then, as Roman’s frantic energy dissipates and Remus is left with a shivering, shaking mess of a brother crying into him. He closes his eyes and feels tears build up too as he gently lies Roman back down.

“Relax, Ro, I’m not going anywhere, I just don’t want you to pop those stitches.”

Roman lets him set his head in his lap but wraps his arms tightly around Remus’s leg.

“…yeah, you got me.”

“Good. I win.”

Remus chuckles and ruffles his hair. “Sure you did. I won’t go so easy on you next time.”

“You can try.”

How they slide back into teasing each other he can��t quite explain, just like he can’t put a finger on how it feels to have Roman’s weight on him and recognize it, even though it’s been so long since they were together. He keeps his hand in Roman’s hair, scratching gently the way he did to coax him to sleep so long ago.

“…Re?”

“Mhm?”

“What…” Roman swallows. “What does the Serpent want with me?”

Shit, starting off with a hard one, aren’t you? Wait… “‘The Serpent?’”

“Y-yeah, that’s…the, um…the guy you work for.”

“That’s his—“ Remus sighs— “do you not know his name?”

A pause.

“…sure, I do.”

“Wow, you fucking suck at lying.”

“No, I don’t!”

“You may as well have said his name was fucking John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt, that’s how believable that ‘sure I do’ was.”

“Hey!”

“You know what? That’s his name. John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt.”

“No, it isn’t, Re.”

“Oh, that’s right, because you know his name.”

“…yeah.”

“How are you still bad at lying?”

“Leave me alone.”

Of course, as soon as those words leave Roman’s mouth, there’s a strangled gasp and the grip on Remus’s leg tightens.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, please don’t leave me.”

“Relax, Roro,” Remus says, ruffling his hair, “I know you didn’t mean it.”

There’s a pause for a moment, then Roman carefully squeezes Remus’s leg. “…what does he want with me?”

Remus sighs. “…he’s not gonna hurt you, Roro.”

“But what does he want?” Roman turns to look up at him. “I can—I can do it, I just need to know what it is.”

I am going to fucking skin them and feed them their own kneecaps while their intestines writhe in agony.

“…he wants you, Roman,” Remus decides carefully, “and right now that means you staying here and healing.”

Roman swallows. “Why?”

“What are you, eight?”

“Remus.”

Remus sighs. “Because it’s really fucking hard to hate you, Roman, even with all your messy shit.”

Roman looks confused and no, that’s not the reaction he’s supposed to have, he’s supposed to grin and tease Remus about how much he missed him, “but…but…then…”

Remus swallows. He’s going to regret asking this. “But then what, Roro?”

“…why did they do that to me?”

You know what? No, they don’t get to die. They can spend their lives in eternal pain while I rub salt onto the exposed nerves until their vocal cords fracture.

“Because they’re fucking awful, Ro,” Remus growls, “they don’t do it because they hate you, they do it because they can.”

Roman blinks. Then he blinks again. And oh, yeah, okay, maybe Remus understands why Janus suddenly wants to keep Roman because the sight of those eyes welling up with tears is too much.

And he will never tell anyone how weak he is for Roman’s little pouty crying face.

“Shh, shh, Roro,” he tries, fumbling to wipe Roman’s tears away, “you’re not there anymore, you’re here with me, I’ve got you, you’re safe.”

“Remus—“

“Shh, shh, shh—come here—“ he hauls Roman up—carefully!—and wraps his arms tightly around him— “you feel that? You with me? I’ve got you, Roman, you’re alright, now.”

Roman lets out a weak sob and Remus curses, fisting the back of the shirt he’s wearing and letting him cry again.

“I’ve got to go back,” he hears faintly, “I need to—the others—“

“What others,” he asks sharply, “what are you talking about, Roman?”

Roman’s silent. Remus curses again and pulls back to see his face.

“They’re still there?”

Roman’s lower lip wobbles. “You were the only one who made it out, Re, the rest of us…they…they…”

Fuck. Janus isn’t going to like this.

“And I’m sure you took the brunt of everything, didn’t you,” he growls, “stupid overprotective, self-sacrificing idiot.”

Roman just stares at him with fat tears rolling down his face and Remus yanks him back into his hold.

“…sorry.”

“I’m not mad at you, you fucking idiot.”

“…you seem mad.”

“Yeah, at the fucking bastards who did this to you.”

“Oh.”

“You’re a real pain in my ass sometimes,” he sighs, “you know that, right?”

“…I love you too, Remus.”

Fucking Christ on a fucking saltine floating in a fuckpuddle with cranberry fucknuts sprinkled on top.

“Go the fuck to sleep, you asshole.”

Roman does eventually fall asleep, his head pillowed on Remus’s thigh with one hand tangled protectively in his hair. Remus just sits there, watching his brother’s chest go up and down, up and down.

He keeps the security system live on his phone, watching Janus’s car approach the building and pinging him as soon as he’s in the elevator.

“Well,” Janus chuckles as he walks in to see Roman asleep on Remus, “you certainly took the assignment seriously.”

“There are more of them.”

Janus pauses as he sets aside his case. “Excuse me?”

“More of them,” Remus repeats, jerking his head toward Roman, “and my idiot of a brother is convinced he can’t leave them there.”

Janus’s expression flickers. “He’s not planning on sneaking out, is he?”

“I don’t think so, but I don’t think he’s gonna be content with sitting here either.”

It’s Janus’s turn to sigh as he stares at the sleeping Roman. “Oh, little prince, what will we do with you?”

“Change the plan.” Remus doesn’t flinch as Janus’s gaze turns to him. “Come on, you know we can’t just do what we planned if you’re keeping him, and there’s three more of him.”

Not many people know how to watch Janus. He’s far too clever for that, far too prepared as soon as he steps foot outside of his lair. But Remus, Remus knows how to watch him and he can see the rising tide of terrible fury that threatens to overtake the room.

But then Janus reaches out and smooths Roman’s hair away from his face and it settles.

Ah. Well, fuck.

He knows what Janus’s order is going to be before he says it.

“Find out what you can. Report back to me.”

“Aye, aye, boss.”

“And Remus?”

Remus pauses, shifting a pillow under Roman’s head to let him sleep as Janus walks up to him. He reaches up to take hold of Remus’s chin.

“You’re mine,” he says in a low, dangerous voice, “do you understand?”

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Janus is staking a claim on him too.

“…I understand.”

“Good. Now go.”

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The lights in the medical bay are bright. Rows and rows of people in scrubs hustle to and from the room, some pushing trays of equipment, some walking with tablets, a select few wheeling gurneys.

One of the figures turns a corner and heads to an elevator. The doors close on their face and when they open again a floor later, the elevator is empty.

A figure sheds the scrubs and stashes them back in the air vent, crawling through the ducts. Sometimes they have to lower themselves to the floor and they run on silent feet, heart in their throat, until they can climb back up into the vents.

They finally drop down into a dark corridor outside a set of rooms.

“He’s still not back.”

“That’s two full days.”

“He’s—he’s not—you don’t think—“

“He’s Roman,” the figure says, “he’s survived worse in our training fields.”

“You know those are more dangerous than half of the assignments we get, Virgil.”

“Of course I know that, I’ve got the scars to prove it.”

“You think he’s still alive, though?”

Virgil sighs, rubbing his forehead. “I don’t know, Patton. I don’t know.”

Patton glances at the other person in the corner. Their fingers tap anxiously on a notebook. “Logan? What do you think? Have you…”

Logan shakes his head. “I haven’t heard anything. His tracker went cold and I don’t know…I can’t be sure.”

“Whether it’s dead cold or cut out cold?”

Patton winces.

“Sorry, Pat.”

Patton waves him off. “I just…it won’t matter. You know it won’t.”

“What, because The Prince isn’t back yet and the city’s gonna mourn him like no other?”

“No…”

The three of them huddle a little closer together.

“…yeah, I know. Me too.”

“We don’t know anything,” Logan reminds them, “we can’t give anything away because there’s nothing to give away.”

“I just want him back.”

“We all do.”

A cold voice suddenly sounds from the intercom.

“Assignment. Level 2, landing bay 19, 20 minutes.”

Virgil sighs. “Well, let’s not keep them waiting.”

The assignment is brief. There’s a rumor of activity at one of the warehouses downtown. Now that the Howlies leader’s turned up dead, a few of the other crime rings have started to make bids for the remaining territory. They’re supposed to go and investigate, clean up whatever’s there, and report back.

“Why are they sending all three of us,” Patton mumbles as they move out, “normally they just send one?”

“They might be being cautious,” Logan whispers back, “since…you know.”

“You two, shush.”

They shush, waiting until they get to the vehicle and climbing inside.

“This is Craft 7, requesting exit.”

“You’re clear to go.”

The ride isn’t long, only about ten minutes. They leave the vehicle a few blocks away and make the rest of the journey on foot.

“It looks empty, save for a few crates on the fourth floor.”

“On my way up. No other cars parked here. You got a heat sig?”

“Nothing yet. Oh, wait—“ Logan squints at the display— “just one. Fifth floor, southwest corner.”

“’S it just me, or does this smell like a trap?”

“I’m not sure what a trap smells like, Virgil.”

“Oh, for the love of—just be on the lookout.”

“That is my job.”

Virgil swings carefully into the warehouse and lands on silent feet. He sticks close to the walls, activating the scanners so Logan can see what he’s seeing. Patton’s on the other side, doing the same, and occasionally he catches sight of him through the goggles.

“Signal’s getting choppy,” he hears Patton murmur, “you’re gonna have to move in.”

“Copy that.”

“Yeah, this is definitely a trap,” Virgil mutters as he tracks Logan’s location to the roof.

“Target still hasn’t moved from the fifth floor.”

“Making my way down.”

“Mirroring.”

The two of them land on the fourth floor and immediately their signals die. They hear a muffled curse from Logan as he descends to get closer to them. The trap is closing in on them, a bubble to keep them isolated.

“I got eyes on the figure.”

“Me too.”

“ID?”

“Nothing yet.”

“You know I can hear you assholes, right?”

That voice…they know that voice.

At least, a much younger version of it.

Patton steps out first. “…Remus?”

Remus waves. “Long time no see, Popping Corn.”

“What the fuck,” Virgil spits, “are you doing?”

“Well, it’s nice to see you too, Emo.”

“How are you still alive?”

“I’m a cockroach, remember?” Remus grins and yes, that’s—that’s definitely Remus. “Impossible to squish.”

Logan finally appears on the floor and quickly takes his comm out. “They’ll know you’re here.”

“Only if you tell them.”

“They can see things through us, you’ll—“

“Oh, please,” Remus rolls his eyes, “I’ve spent nineteen years dodging those motherfuckers, I know what I’m doing.”

That gives them pause.

“…you’ve been here,” Logan says slowly, “in this city, for nineteen years and they never found you?”

Remus smacks his lips together. “Yup.”

Patton edges a little closer. “…how?”

“I found a good place to hide.”

Virgil glances around. No one else makes any move to get closer but he and Patton pluck out their comms too. “Who helped you?”

“I think you know, Squirmy.”

Virgil’s eyes widen. “You work for the Serpent.”

“Got it in one!”

“Wait, but that means—“

“You’ve been working directly—“

“How have they not found you?”

“You have Roman.”

Logan’s statement rings in the empty warehouse. He takes a step closer.

“You show up after all these years now, after Roman has gone missing, and you reveal that the reason you’ve been able to stay hidden is because of your ties with the Serpent.”

“You always were the smart one.”

“Is he safe?”

Remus shrugs at Patton’s question. “As safe as he can be.”

Patton narrows his eyes. “Is he safer than he would be if he came back?”

Remus’s figure stiffens. Some of the facades slip away and he looks at them with a serious expression.

“Undoubtedly.”

The three of them exchange glances.

“If you’re about to think about asking for him back,” Remus says, “don’t.”

“Will he be safe,” Patton blurts out, “if he stays where he is?”

“…if he stays, yes.” Remus looks at all of them. “But I don’t know if he will.”

“Why not?”

“You know Roman, why do you think?”

Virgil curses. “He’s gonna try and come back for us.”

“He can’t,” Patton says, “they’ll—they’ll—“

“Which is why,” Remus interrupts, “I’m offering you a choice.”

Logan takes a deep breath. “If we help you, you’ll keep him safe?”

“No.”

One lone figure takes a step toward three.

“If you help us, we can keep all of you safe.”

A bubble, in the middle of a city, with four people inside. Time slows. Reality holds its breath.

A silhouette of a figure reaching up and snapping something off of his armor. The slow scrape as it slides across the floor. The weight of an agreement as another figure picks it up.

“It’s good to see you again, Remus,” Logan calls before they leave.

Remus pauses for the briefest of seconds before he nods and vanishes into the shadows.

-----------------------

Janus pauses as he walks through the door, a fond smile tugging at his face as he sees Roman on his side. At some point, hopefully, the little prince will be alright with not pretending to be asleep.

Then the door closes audibly and Roman flips around faster than Janus can blink, the tease freezing on the tip of his tongue. Roman’s eyes are wide, his breathing frantic.

“Where’s—where did Remus go?”

“He’s out, little prince,” Janus says softly, “he left while you were sleeping.”

He frowns when he sees how worried Roman is, clutching at the sheets, and lets out a soft noise, coming to sit on the edge of the bed and take Roman’s face in his hands.

“Look at me, little prince,” he calls, and swipes his thumb across his cheek, “Remus is fine. He checked in a few minutes ago. He’s alright.”

Roman’s eyes search his face and he nods slowly. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, little prince, you’ve done nothing wrong.” And it’s so easy to tuck Roman’s hair behind his ears, a fond smile coming to his face as he watches Roman shudder under the gentle attention. “Did you sleep well?”

Roman nods after a moment, but then he keeps nodding and it quickly becomes nudging Janus’s hands lightly and Janus chuckles.

“You poor thing,” he murmurs, “you must be so cold.”

Suddenly Roman jerks and he stills.

“What’s the matter, little prince?”

“Nothing,” but the tips of his ears are turning red and he won’t meet Janus’s eyes.

“Little prince…”

“It’s nothing,” Roman insists, “really.”

Janus just waits. Roman ducks his head and oh, the little prince has such an adorable little blush. He mumbles something Janus can’t hear.

“A little louder?”

“It tickled,” Roman mumbles, “see? Nothing.”

Oh, this sweet little prince…

“Did it, now?”

“Ye—wait, wait,” Roman says quickly, scooting away as Janus reaches for him, “don’t!”

“Don’t what, little prince?”

“Don’t,” he says again, but frantic giggles are starting to bubble out of his throat, how sweet, “don’t, don’t—“

“Don’t what, little prince,” he teases, still reaching for him, “I don’t know what you don’t want me to do if you don’t tell me.”

“Don’t ti—ah!”

Janus lunges forward and catches the little prince in his arms, heart in his throat as Roman gasps in pain. He looks down to see red blooming on the front of the shirt.

“Oh, sweetie…”

“I’m sorry,” Roman gasps, “I—I—“

“Shh, shh, sweetie,” Janus soothes, gentling him back to the bed, “lie still. You’ve popped your stitches, that’s all.”

“I’m sorry—“

He pauses as he pulls away from the bed, going to retrieve the first aid kit, when Roman looks up at him, panicked.

“I’m not angry, little prince,” he murmurs, leaning down to caress Roman’s cheek, “I just need the first aid kit to stitch you back up.”

“I didn’t mean to—“

“I know you didn’t, sweetie, but I need you to lie still. Can you do that for me?” He presses a hand to Roman’s chest to lie him back down on the bed. “Just like that…right there. Good, little prince, now stay put.”

He doesn’t imagine the shudder that goes through the little prince as he lies there, so he quickly fetches the first aid kit and comes back, pulling on a pair of plastic gloves and carefully undoing the shirt.

“It’s only a little bit,” he says as he opens the kit, “this won’t take long. Just be still for me, would you?”

Roman nods.

“Good.”

He carefully pulls the popped ones loose, setting them aside to be dealt with in a moment, and prepares the new ones. True to his word, Roman lies there as still as he can. His breath hitches once when Janus starts and he lets it out slowly.

“Good, little prince.”

He sees Roman’s cheeks flush out of the corner of his eye and hides a smile.

Focus.

He finishes stitching the little prince back up and clears everything to the nightstand, pulling off his gloves and resting his bare hand next to the wound. Roman’s breath hitches again, but this time he can’t seem to let it out. Janus raises his eyebrows and pointedly takes a long, slow breath.

Roman lets it out with him and he smiles fondly.

“Good.” He tilts his head when Roman’s face keeps burning. He raises his hand and runs a finger down each cheek. “What’s all this for?”

Roman tries to glare at him but it comes out like a pout.

“Use your words, little prince,” he says softly, “what’s the matter?”

Roman looks away from him and swallows heavily. “…’s new.”

“What is?” When Roman doesn’t answer, the snake coils. “…being praised, little prince, is that it?”

When the little prince nods, the snake coils tighter around him, holding him safely on the bed. Never again, it hisses, never again will you doubt that you are worth something.

“I’ll say it as often as you need to hear it,” he murmurs, “until you believe it too.”

“B-believe what?”

“That you’re good.” Oh, Roman shudders on the bed and this poor thing… “You are, sweetie."

Roman blinks up at him, cheeks still flushed, but eyes shining. Janus smiles at him and ruffles his hair.

“Why did you look so scared,” he asks softly, “when I came in?”

Roman’s face falls. “When I woke up, no one was here, and I thought…I…”

“…did you think we’d left you, little prince?” When Roman nods, Janus lets out a soft noise and leans down to kiss his forehead. “No, little prince, we won’t leave you. You’re staying here, where I can look after you.”

“…I can stay?”

“Yes, sweetie, you can stay.”

After a moment, Roman’s fingers curl shyly into the folds of Janus’s coat and he smiles.

“Is this your way of asking me to stay, little prince?” Roman nods. “I’ll stay, don’t you worry. Do you think you can sleep?”

“I’ve slept a lot.”

“You’re allowed to sleep, you’ve been through a lot.” The snake nestles the little prince in its coils. “And I can see your eyes closing, sweetie, go on.”

“…will you be here when I wake up?”

“Yes, little prince, I will.”

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“I found it.”

“Location confirmed?”

“Names en route.”

A slow cut of a dark smile across a face full of teeth.

“Let’s make it hurt.”

“Aye, aye, boss.”

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[coulsart]

AT LONG LAST! I deliver upon you all!! More Sun and Moon thirst content!! (I know they look different, i’m experimenting and rusty;)

And extra doodles!

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[emperor-palpaminty]

@kateii

Hello there, I seen your "prompt emergency". The quote: Of all the things I've seen, you make the most appearances in my dream. kiss prompt: 15. and I want with Crosshair. I hope I don't bother you. <3

YOU'RE NO BOTHER LOVE!!! I love you very much! Never a bother!

The night was screaming and pounding on your window when you woke up. Crosshair was out of the medical bed, leaving you tucked in, curled up alone.

You scrambled to your feet, rushing out, ignoring the wrinkles creased into your usually pristine medical uniform. The storms outside pounded, the Kaminoian sky dark, which was how you imagined all the boys- your boys- felt.

The hallways had a designated lights-out time now, and you turned, brain whirring. Crosshair didn't know this place hardly well enough to go anywhere in particular.

Anywhere except-

You spun and ran, dodging the patrol squadron, formerly members of the 212th, feeling the aura of dread, hurt, sinking and weighing on them. These were hopeless days. But you wouldn't allow it to be hopeless for everyone.

You skidded, shoes squeaking on the floor, and you tapped the code to the Bad Batch's former bunk room. "Cross," You said, voice higher than normal.

Your patient stood, in the middle of the room, staring at the empty beds. The storm trooper squadron had been temporarily moved out so the walls could be cleaned free of Tech's calculations and Wrecker's tic marks or mindless doodles.

You hesitated, the lightning briefly casting the lengthy shadow of anguish over the room. You saw Crosshair's shoulders shaking, heard little sounds that resembled sobs.

You shut the door and hurried over, stopping a few feet short of him. "Cross, darling-"

"They're not coming back for me," His voice, usually a snake, was now an earthworm trembling in the rain, lost and raw. "I'm alone."

You stared at him. You had seen the republic, a beast, crumble with your own two eyes, but it didn't sting as much as watching this barren and cold statue of a man crumble, undone by the past months. "Cross," Your voice came out, more gentle than before. "I can't imagine the- the feelings-"

"I had to try and kill them." Crosshair slowly sunk forward, hands bracing on the table in the middle of the room. "They'll never forgive me." The raw burns, scraped off his charred flesh, must have been begging for rest, but it was nothing compared to the state of his emotional hurt. "I deserve this,"

"No one deserves this." You walked around him, giving him a wide berth. "You- and the rest of the troopers, even the regs- they have done nothing to deserve any of this." You reached up slowly, laying a hand delicately against the bandage on his cheek. "And they will forgive you. There's just something mightier than you or I involved."

"Why can't I resist?" He mumbled, eyes glazed, voice hazy with tears. "I can- I should-"

"Let's leave those for the morning." You glanced around, pausing, then slowly walking him towards his old bunk. "Come on. We can sleep in here tonight." You climbed in, not caring for how tough the mattress was, glancing up at him, patting the space beside you. "I'll hold you. Please, Cross, let me hold you for tonight. You need it."

The man hesitated, feet eventually gathering the courage to wander over and climb next to you. Crosshair turned away, allowing you to wrap your arms around him.

You sighed and pressed your lips tenderly to his right shoulder blade, one of the few unaffected places from the burns. "You know, I still care for you. Immensely.'

There was silence. It was thick and heavy, perhaps more turmoulous than the blankets of rain and rolling thunders outside. Crosshair sighed, then said softly, "When I was out on missions, all I could think of was you. I saw you mostly in my dreams, like this." He stopped again, drawing in a shaky breath, body drawing close in preparation for another round of sobs. "But.. but not here, not... not like this."

His cries, soft cries, were held by the thick walls of the room, and you could do little else other than cradle and hold him until, finally, the weary man drew himself exhausted from crying and only sobbed when he ran out of tears and not reasons to cry, to mourn.

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[thesmallfoxartist]

Working on a new way to colour- what do you guys think?

I thought this would look because for future comic books?

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[allthingskakashi]

Hi! Coul a request a scenario that involves Sukea please? Like the reader has a crush on Kakashi and he finds out because her friends tease her in front of sukea and then Kakashi asks her on a date idk if I’m making a point, or can just do anything you wish that involves him pleasee? Thank you ♥️

Okay first of all, that's a really innovative idea!! I loved it. Secondly, I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this but ahh well here it is now and i really hope you like it ❤️

• Serendipity •

[Kakashi x Reader] || 3k words

a/n : ugh tbh I've been running a little low on creativity lately which is why i hadn't posted anything for like a week but i also didn't wanna go without writing anything so well... I tried. 😩

You sit in the small dumpling restaurant with your friends Kurenai and Anko. Beyond you, the falling dusk envelopes your village in mystical hues of blue and red. It’s Friday, which means the weekend has rolled in after a long and tiresome week. The thought of being off duty for the next two days lifts your spirits, and you look forward to spending the time relaxing at home in your own company.

The evening is busy, streets bustling, vibrant with the hustle of villagers; some heading for a night out with friends, some returning home to spend time with family, some getting ready to go out on a date, everyone looking like they have somewhere to be, something to do.

You sigh, shoving a dumpling in your mouth.

“Why the long face?”, Anko asks between chomps.

“It’s nothing” you shrug, your tone failing to fool anyone.

There’s a soft creak as the gate to the shop opens behind you, a small gust of air whooshing in from outside. The merry chatter in the room comes to a sudden halt, to be replaced by sounds of hushed murmurs and whispers. You glance at the group of women sitting in the table ahead of you, staring at something with mouths open wide in awe. Ahead of you, Anko’s eyebrows are furrowed, a curious smile touching the corner of her lip.

You turn behind, wanting to catch a glimpse of whatever it is that has managed to elicit such a response from the entire room.

Your eyes fall upon a handsome young man, who has just now walked into the restaurant and taken a seat behind you. You feel your heart skip a beat. He’s easily one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. A mop of thick brown hair adorns his head, a tint of purple on his eyelids and stripes of the same colour running across both cheeks. His face is sharp with an angled jawline and he has on a long trench coat with a scarf around his neck. He’s also holding a camera, you notice.

Probably an outsider.

A waitress walks over to him, standing by him and twirling a curl of hair, visibly enchanted by his charms.

Someone thumps the front of your table, startling you. “Jeez y/n, get a grip!” Anko’s voice brings your attention back to your friends as you finally tear your eyes away from the mysterious man in the table behind you.

“What? I wasn’t checking him out” you sputter, unnerved.

“We didn’t say you were”, Kurenai chimes in.

You feel your face getting hot as red tinges your cheeks and you look away, avoiding your friends’ eyes.

“Hey, why don’t you go talk to him? Maybe ask him out?” Kurenai says, her eyes lighting up.

You open your mouth to say something, but Anko cuts in.

“Because she’d rather sit around pining for Kakashi and doodling his name on her diary. How long has it been now? 7 years?”

Kurenai giggles, but puts a comforting arm around your shoulder.

“Alright now, go easy on her”, she says kindly. “But she’s got a point y/n. You and Kakashi have known each other for a long time. You’ve kept your feelings to yourself for years now, I really think it’s time you go out and do something about it. Who knows, maybe he feels the same way about you. Why don’t you give it a shot?”

You let out another sigh and look at your lap. “I just don’t think it’s the right time yet.”

But that was a lie. You’d had feelings for Kakashi ever since you were a teenager. You had always been friends, but you wanted more. You loved being in his company and you had a lot of mutual respect and admiration for each other. But you could never bring yourself to just say the words to Kakashi. There were times when you almost blurted it out, and times when you felt like maybe he felt the same way about you too… but they may have been delusions, for all you knew. You didn’t know anything for certain. And that’s what stopped you from gathering up the courage to say it to him. You told yourself and your friends who knew that you would someday, when the time is right, but it was all a big fat lie. You were scared, and that was the truth, as much as you hated to admit it.

You watch Anko roll her eyes as Kurenai exhales, tilting her head.

“Y/n…It’ll never be the right time. Just do it. You’ve taken down S-rank criminals, you can handle this. Trust me, even the copy ninja can’t resist THAT” Kurenai cheers, grazing her eyes up and down over you with a suggestive smile, her voice encouraging. You chuckle, waving your hand dismissively in embarrassment.

“Look”, Anko interjects in her matter-of-fact voice. “Kakashi’s a wuss. If you wanna get it on with him, you gotta make the move. He’s even worse than you so pussy up and ask him. If I have to hear another of your lovelorn sighs one more time, I’ll go tell him myself.” She says, shoving her last dumpling in her mouth and gulping down a glass of water.

You’d been friends with Anko long enough to know not to put it past her. Besides, they were right. It HAD been very long. Perhaps you really did need to pussy up.

Ughhhhh. Why couldn’t this be easier?

“Anyway, I’m gonna go hit the bar. Any of you suckers wanna join me?” Anko asks, getting up from her chair.

“I can’t. I invited my team over for dinner tonight so I’ll get going.”, Kurenai says, collecting her purse and getting ready to leave as well.

“It’s okay, you guys go. I’ve got some things to do” you say, waving them off.

You watch your friends go out the exit and disappear along the curve of the street. Truth is, you kind of want to be alone, maybe take a walk around the village, gather your thoughts. This conversation with your friends today stirred something in you and you need time to think. You’d let things go on as they were for very long now, but it was time you took matters in your own hands.

Putting the bill down on the table, you head towards the door. Your eyes fall where the man was sitting but the seat is empty now, and you catch him ahead of you, just a few steps away, also heading towards the door. You stand close behind him, clutching your purse to your rib as he opens the door. His elbow juts out, knocking the bag out of your hand as it falls to the ground.

For a quick second you think it’s a thief and you’re almost about to strike a blow but the man crouches down quickly with an “I’m so sorry”, picking your purse up and holding it out to you.

Up close this way, you can see his eyes. There’s something familiar about them but you can’t put your finger on what it is. “Thanks” you mutter, taking the purse from him, your mind still trying to comprehend why this man you’ve never seen before feels so familiar.

“Are you a tourist? I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before”, you ask, concealing the suspicion in your tone.

Your village is a small one and almost every face is familiar. Having a visitor in the village is quite unheard of and your instincts tell you that something feels off.

He clears his throat before answering. “Hi, I’m Sukea. I’m a reporter from the Land of Fire. I’m here to conduct research for an article” the man replies, almost in an automated tone but with a smile that immediately softens his features. He’s got a mole under his bottom lip, you notice.

Gosh, that’s a pretty face.

Before you have the chance to say anything else or ask more questions, he mumbles that he’s getting late for something and turns away, hurrying down the street.

You stand there, watching him go.

Weird.

But you’ve got other things to think about now, decisions to make, so you shake the thoughts of this mystery man off your head, although you can’t help mulling over why he felt so eerily familiar.

You walk down your usual route in the quieter part of the village. Walks always somehow help you clear your mind.  The air has cooled down now and there’s a slight chill in the air. A sweet smell of flowers wafts through. You lose track of time walking around the entire village, over the cliff, through the forests, by the stream which shimmers under the moonlight.

It’s almost ten by the time you reach home and the walk makes your calves ache. Probably wasn’t such a good idea to go on such a long walk after injuring yourself on your last mission.

You freshen up and throw yourself down on your bed, glad for the two days of rest that awaits you.

Pulling the blanket over your head, you turn to your side and close your eyes. Kakashi’s face appears almost instantly, the images playing a montage in your head.

His smile that makes buds bloom into flowers… his laughter so pure like a young boy’s…his silver hair which sparkles in the sun, making you want to run your fingers through it… the warmth of his voice when he talks to you-- and suddenly something goes off in your brain. Like a flame igniting. Or rather, a long burning flame finally receiving emancipation. There’s a jolt through your veins and you think—Tomorrow. I’ll tell him tomorrow.

And before you have time to process the sudden thought, languor takes over your body, lulling you to sleep.

You’re up early the next morning, the jolt from last night still coursing through your veins. You’re feeling pretty confident, more than you ever have. Today’s the day you tell him.

But first, you have to head over to the Missions Desk to submit your report. You bash yourself for putting it off till now.

The day outside is beautiful, white cotton clouds floating aimlessly across the azure sky. A pleasant breeze tickles your skin in soft whispers.

You reach the main office and submit your file. The room is empty, except for the people working behind the desks. The man in front of you takes your file, checking the date of your mission and you’re sure you can see a look of judgement flash across his eyes.

You almost feel a little guilty.

“You know, all the other jounins have submitted their reports already” he mutters, not looking up from your file.

“Well actually…”

There’s a voice behind you, and you turn around at the sheepish tone of the familiar voice. Your heart instantly paces up. Kakashi. There’s a file in his hand too. You can’t help the smile that escapes.

You look at him as he comes forward, handing his file over. The man shoots him a similar glance and shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything. You can tell that this must not be the first time. Kakashi smiles sweetly at him, before turning away and looking at you.

“Y/n! Didn’t think I’d run into you here…”

Your blood pounds in your ears as you recall the resolve you made to yourself last night. You’d promised yourself you’d tell him today but right now, in this way? You weren’t ready for this. You hadn’t prepared what you were gonna say, or how you’d say it. A hundred thoughts run through your head.

Hell with my resolve. This really isn’t the right time. I can’t do this.

But on the other hand…

Your brain goes at odds with your heart as you realise you haven’t answered Kakashi yet.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice concerned.

You straighten up, composing yourself.

“Oh hey yeah, I’m fine! I’m great. What’re you upto?”

“Just got a few things I need to do”, he shrugs, walking beside you as the two of you come out of the office into the main corridor of the Hokage Mansion.

“Right. Got any missions this weekend?” you ask, stalling to give yourself time to think clearly.

“Nope. You?”

“No. You?”

“You already asked me”, he chuckles. “So uh. Where are you headed?”

Ugh. This is a disaster.

“Just the market. I… I need to buy fish for dinner”

You feel your palms getting clammy as the air starts to feels too tight. You look at Kakashi out of the corner of your eye and you notice.

He looks nervous too. He’s fidgeting with his hands and there’s something strange about him.

“Well…uh” he stutters, rubbing his neck with his hand before looking at you. “maybe you don’t.”

You look up at him, your eyes wide and face scrunched up in confusion. You’re outside the tower now, standing on the street.

“I…don’t?”

He scratches the back of his head.

“Uh…I mean…I’ve got fish.”, he stammers. There’s a very visible tint of red on his cheeks.

You’re utterly wrapped in confusion by now, and you wonder why he’s acting so strange. Unsure of where he’s getting with that, you say, “Um…That’s nice. Where do you buy fish from? I’ve heard the market by the Temple is good for seafood. I haven’t had the chance to try it out myself though.”

Mother Earth please swallow me whole.

Kakashi lets out a nervous laugh, still fidgeting around with his hands and looking everywhere but directly at you.

“Y/n what I’m saying is…maybe you don’t need to buy fish for dinner because” he looks at you from under his shaggy bangs,which fall over his eyes in the absence of his headband. The tint of his cheeks deepens. “well, because I was thinking maybe you could come over…and I could…cook dinner for the both of us...? Or um go out, whatever you’d like” he says, immediately looking away.

You’d never thought it was possible for the calm and cocky Kakashi Hatake to look this nervous. It’s quite a sight. You might have laughed at it if you weren’t just as nervous yourself.

“Like on a date?” you ask, shock evident in your tone. Your heart is battering in your chest.

This is a very, very surprising turn of events.

“Well…yes”, he breathes, barely meeting your eyes now.

You can hear your heart in your ears. And suddenly, it feels like spring has bloomed inside your heart. Not just your heart but everywhere around you. Like you’ve been transported to a meadow and there’s only flowers and rainbows and butterflies all around.

A breeze passes through, sending a few petals from nearby trees floating along the street. Strands of your hair blow into your eyes.

You sweep them away, looking up at him to see him looking at you, his eyes hopeful, waiting.

You meet his gaze with your burning eyes and smile, tucking another loose strand behind your ear.

“I’d love that” you say before looking down, your tone barely containing the ecstasy you feel within. You feel the chirp of a thousand birds singing inside your heart.

His eyes light up, mouth forming into a grin as you see the muscles on his face relaxing visibly.

Kakashi’s eyes crinkle from the smile and he says, “Well then…I’ll see you for dinner.”

He starts walking away, before turning back and calling out “Oh and yes, I do buy my fish from the market by the temple.”

And with that, he turns away grinning, disappearing with a whoosh, leaving you to stand there, still in shock and gaping after him; wondering which stars had aligned, what forces in the universe had conjoined and what twist of fate had occurred, turning your life around, making you the happiest woman in the world, in the span of just one day.

                                 *     *     *

Aaand a lil bonus addition :-

It’d been around two months that you and the silver haired jounin of the Leaf had been together. Almost everyone in the village knew by now and it had been two months of pure unadulterated bliss. You fit so well together, it felt as if you’d never been apart.

Today was just another lazy afternoon, with you and Kakashi in bed, entangled in each other’s arms, neither one of you wanting to leave your little heaven on earth.

You intertwine your fingers with Kakashi’s, backing into him so you’re pressed against the warmth of his body.

“Hey, Kakashi?” you whisper.

“Hm?” he replies, sleep mangling his voice.

“I’ve always wondered. Why did you ask me out that day? You told me you’d liked me for a long time too. So… why not before? Why that day?”

He chuckles softly into your hair, pulling you closer with his arm.

“Well” he says, almost in a whisper. “I thought it was time I stopped being a wuss.”

“Huh?”

“It had been a really long time and… I thought it was time to, how do I put this, pussy up.” he says into your neck, his voice calm, but with just a tinge of amusement.

WAIT A MINUTE-

You jerk up on the bed, freeing yourself of his grip and turning to face him.

A subtle smile plays across his lips but his face is tranquil, giving nothing away.

Panic rises in you and you shake his arm vigorously. “KAKASHI! HOW-HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?”

He doesn’t stir, eyes closed tight, pretending to be sleeping.

“KAKASHI TELL ME RIGHT NOW” you continue shaking him, but it’s in vain, the man doesn’t stir.

You sigh, replaying the day from two months ago in your head, ravaging your brain for any possible hint. And just like that, it dawns upon you.

“Oh my god—That was you.” You blurt, everything suddenly clicking into place in your head. You feel like a fool for not realising sooner.

He remains unmoving, eyes closed shut. But you don’t miss the slight wrinkle of his mask as his lips upturn into a grin beneath it.

“That was you, wasn’t it??? It was! You sneaky little bastard!” you shriek, jabbing at his arm with a few pokes, but it does nothing.

“Kakashi!”

“Ssshh, I’m sleeping” he whispers in fake slumber, a smile grazing his mouth as he wraps his arm around you, pulling you back into the bed with him.

“Did you really just shush m- “ you begin in protest, but your sentence remains unfinished as he presses his mouth onto yours, catching your lips in a kiss and shutting you up before you can say more.

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[kippzart]

mmmHHH for the expression meme can I have some angst :((( C2,or B3 with salv or kimbert....or D10 bc i love this expression with salV (choice up to you o:

#i didn't draw him smiling all the way cause i coul DN 'T-- #ask #doodle #salv #tew oc #aiixen

[hi-im-just-a-fan-here]

A little doodle i made for today's (day 2) otgwtober prompt: sleep

I coule have scanned it but I am too lazy (and sleepy myself) to do so, so I'm just giving you a poorly made and cropped photo and it's them after a day full of adventure

Edit: i made a little change after I posted it and thought you guys would like to see that change

This is it, have a good day

#otgwtober #otgwtober2020 #wirt #greg #otgw wirt #otgw greg #over the garden wall #otgwtober day 2 #sleep