#HI YES I AM SO SANE ABOUT THIS AU

[luna-light-eclipse]

YOU SAID YOU HAD NO ASKS AND IM FIXING THIS.

LITTLE TRAVELLER WOLF. remember. I Do. i remember everything, luna. And am i still thinking about the light-suppression cuffs and the moths and the Eliksni and--

Think about it again,,, always bleeding a liquid light, trying to stop the hatchlings from trying to eat it (still crying). the family that basically adopted them while they were out of it, and who they stayed with when they were themself again. the wolf plushie...

I never forget,,,

Saladin watching someone he’s always seen as a powerful warrior deteriorate into something almost akin to a child but it is not quite that either- no it is something else, something wrong. A slow acting poison ending in death set upon Wolf by the people they should have been able to trust the most.

Do you remember Wolf in the wilds? Travelling alone to a destination they don’t remember? Resting in hunter hideouts they had made or been trusted with, admiring the light of the stars, and the moths of course.

The Traveller only wanted its favoured guardian back, taken from it for being too good, too powerful. It can do nothing but give away as much as it can until its power is warping the foundations of Wolf’s body and soul into a form that cannot remember itself. Saladin looks upon Wolf whose arms glow with bright white Light, whose fingertips are ever so slowly beginning to melt into nothing. At the near ever-present liquid Light tears running down one side of their face out from under freshly replaced bandages. Their body is covered in fissures, bodies shouldn’t do that they think- for a moment until the very capability of thought is gone again.

This Light is a gift. Each time Wolf looks upon their wounds they know that they are loved. This Light is a gift that leaves everyone questioning if Wolf is even human anymore. They can see through walls, hear what no one else can. The Traveller speaks, they alone hear it.

Then once they are free from their quite literal shackles they remember the hands that stemmed their bleeding, who cried once their blood stopped running red, who walked them through the city and bought them the one thing they had ever wanted.

Eliksni arrive to the city and Wolf can feel the Traveller welcome them, even if the humans do not. It is awkward, always, for they worship the traveller and it’s Light is Wolf’s body. There is little else left. Though they are not alone in their stilted interactions with Wolf- no one is quite sure about how they are supposed to speak to them, to the one the Traveller loves. Except for the ones who held them together when no one else would, those ones still treated them as human.

The Eliksni endure the animosity thrown at them. Ask for nothing from no one. They have endured, they do not need gifts to survive. But the Traveller still answers their silence, through Wolf’s voice it tells them that they’ve found peace, finally, they’ve done good, they can have the Light now.

…But not in so many words, Wolf has never been one to speak after all. Let everyone decipher their actions instead.

#luna’s brainbox #content box #destiny #destiny 2 #Little Traveller Wolf #HI YES I AM SO SANE ABOUT THIS AU #an ask for me? #:D #all these emotions do no justice to Wolf walking up to Misraaks and giving him a Ghost that they formed IN THEIR HANDS then just leaving. #and also Wolf holding hatchlings my beloved #SO SO SANE ABOUT THIS AU #the weird religious vibes that I adore writing (I know some people would be weirded out by this but I just can’t help myself) #the found family #the guilt for mistakes made and the aftermath of that #the conflict of being loved so earnestly even when that love hurts because the Traveller is far beyond humans and doesn’t quite get it #they’re trying but that disconnect is there and permanent #chews on AU and rotates it in my mind

[time-woods]

so i uh i uh had this au idea- completely indulgent on my part- it literally has no plot, when i had the idea i sent this barely comprehensible paragraph to my friend, i had to make sure SOMEONE got it

the paragraph in question:

  “ au au wher harry is a washed up superstar an kim was in a undrground rock band an harry was in the audience where they were playing their last song at- anb then he hears that they ar disbandingfd an after th show harry goes up 2 kim an is lik "i actually know a thing or 2 abt music- we shoul totally play 2gether or somthjsin" kim refuses- later he goes back 2 that local bar he an his band played at- jus to get a drink and the bar does karaoke nights and low n behold harrys on stage singin his heart out- kim takes note of this and like "wow hes actually pretty good' and after his musical numbr he sits down at the bar, kim then goes to sit next 2 him and talk 2 him. they chat it up then kims like "hey do you know (incert song name here)?" harry nods and hes like "yes why?" kim then drags him ovr 2 the kareoke machine an shoves a mic in his hand ands like "duet?" with a smirk and harrys al;l like "you bet" with his typical shit eating grin an and and”

idea for the whole amnesia thing in this au would be something along the lines of the game, waking up from a bender and having no clue who he is, but putting together the clues that he *was* a ‘supastar’ and still thinks he is but alas he is out of the spotlight and has been for years. Wandering about he sees a flyer advertising a bands final performance at a near by bar, harry goes out of shear curiosity etc etc  they sing together and blah blah blah stereotypical music au. in conclusion, i am so sane and normal. 

here are they fits: ther ar 2 wolves inside of you and they ar both madly in lov

#disco elysium #cw smoking #o btw the thought bubl is most definatly electrochemistry goin oh shit oh shit this is kinda hot

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | Part 25

Will you still love him?

Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Brat Tamer!Jungkook, kinda himbo!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, fluff, Chaotic energy, SFW

Length: 1k words

Callob with @euphoricfilter ! 💜

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You’ve got his head in your lap, fingers combing through his hair, while you both watch a random episode of true-crime on the TV, large tub of icecream long finished on the coffee table.  

“Hey babe?” Jungkook asks, watching the interrogation on the TV while your hand stops for a second, as you look down, showing that he’s got your attention. “Would you still love me if I was bald?” He wonders, thought probably stemming from the fact that one of the people on the TV is bald, and you’ve noticed how shiny that man’s head was.  

“Uh..” You say, caught off guard. “Yeah. Yeah, I would.” You answer, and he grins to himself, adjusting his position on the couch a little as he continues watching. “Why, do you want me to shave your head?” You joke, turning your attention back to the TV- when you notice his silence.  

“..I mean, would you?” He asks, now looking back up at you. You’re scanning his face for a second, and comb through your thoughts to make sure he’s not drunk or high on anything, before you come to the conclusion that yes, he’s perfectly sane and sober, and this is not just a random thought blurting out of his mouth.  

To be fair, he’s been nagging you about his hair for months now, after having bleached and colored it every week it felt like, leaving it dry and damaged when he went back to black. It’s almost grown out by now, but he’s an impatient person- having mentioned often how he’d like to just ‘chop it all off at least once’ to have a fresh start.  

“I would.” You shrug because of that, answering his question, and making him freeze for a moment as he seems to think, making his decision internally-  

Before he suddenly jumps up, sitting straight up on the couch. “Alright, I’ll get the scissors-” He says as he runs off, socked feet slipping a little on the floor as he rushes into the bathroom, slapping the lightswitch to turn it on.  

“Wait, are you serious?” You call out, not having thought he’d want to do it, well, right now, since it’s two in the morning- but as he pokes his head out the door, it’s clear that he wants it done now or never. 

“I am, and now you’ll have to do it-” He calls back, rummaging through the drawers to find the hair scissors. “-And you have to love me afterwards when I’m bald or you’re a dirty liar!” He challenges, making you laugh as you pause the episode on the TV, joining him in the bathroom where he happily offers the scissors to you.  

“You really want me to chop it all off?” You wonder. “It looks fine to me..” You say, running your fingers through his hair- but he nods.  

“I don’t want to be like.. Shiny egg-head bald.” He describes, taking the scissors from you to boldly snip off the first long piece of hair, making it fall into the sink in front of the mirror. “But.. I don’t know.” 

“Like a Kiwi, maybe?” You say, and he chirps up at that, snapping his fingers with a grin on his face.  

“Exactly- Baby you know me so well it’s actually creepy sometimes.” He says, chopping away what he can reach, before you take over, carefully shortening his hair so that the clippers can run through it all more easily later. “Can I..” He asks, and you notice some odd look on his face, before he continues speaking, as you focus more on your task again. “What do you.. Love about me?” He wonders, and you can’t help but smile.  

“How bold you are.” You instantly say. “You know.. Remember when we first started dating? I was so shy.” You remind him, and he smiles fondly, thinking back on it. “But because of you I became confident. I became comfortable with myself, and I now know that no matter how stupid I think my thoughts are, I can tell them to you, and you’ll take them seriously.” You explain yourself. “You’re like.. My best friend who I’m dating too.” You shrug, finishing up your work with the scissors, before you look in the mirror to find his face again. “Oh kook, baby, why’re you crying?!” You laugh, making him laugh too with his glossy eyes.  

“You could’ve just complimented my dick, babe, why do you have to confess all over again?!” He whines, while you grin, taking the electric clippers into your hand.  

“Alright Kook, last chance to back out.” You playfully threaten, turning the clippers on.  

But he just seems to buzz as well, nodding with a serious expression. “Do it.” He commands, and you comply, tunning the clippers over his scalp after making sure it’s set to the appropriate length. The entire process doesn’t even take all that long, hair falling down to the floor to be swept up and discarded later, room quiet except for the buzzing of the little machine in your hand, as you make sure to do a good job.

One you’re done, you both make sure to clean everything up, his head in your lap again only an hour later, Episode on the TV resumed as you watch the interrogation continue, your hand running over his head, hairs now short, revealing the natural shape of his head. You suddenly get an idea- running into the kitchen to search for something, before you return to the couch, where he now sits. You put something on his head he can’t see, before you take a picture, and show it to him, laughing already- 

And at the sight of it, he laughs too, as he spots the small sticker from the kiwis you’d bought yesterday on his head. “Hey babe?” He asks, and you hum, sitting down next to him on the couch once more, locking your phone before you put it on the coffee table again. “Do you still love me?” He asks, and you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“You could be shiny egg-head bald, and I’d still love you.” 

[dawndelion-winery]

I Like You! (Not)

Alhaitham × GN! Reader

College au! Academic Rivals to Lovers!

[6] - Do You Like Me Yet

11 unread messages. 2 missed calls. And you're not even sure how many sticky notes plastered on your dorm door. Maybe it wasn't such an exaggeration to say you were avoiding Alhaitham.

Your words held no weight? Ridiculous. Just who did he think he was? Of course you weren't nervous or anything. As a matter of fact, you'd head right out to set the record straight with him right that very instant.

A white hot rush of determine driven adrenaline flooded your veins as you stormed up to Alhaitham's dorm, giving the door a sharp rap. You bore a stern look on your face, full of self assurance and certainty.

Only for all of that to dwindle to nothing the moment he answered the door.

"Are we done fighting yet?" He'd seem completely unbothered by your sudden reappearance had it not been for the slight raise of his eyebrows as he asked you, a mild concern simmering behind his eyes.

"Wh- No, we aren't! I came to set the record straight." You glared at him with what you assumed to be a fierce gaze.

"Will we be done fighting then?" He pressed. When you sighed and gave a small nod in assent, he smiled a tiny smile and ushered you in. Disregarding formalities, you showed yourself in, sitting on the couch. You heaved a sigh; you'd need all the oxygen you could get if you wanted to keep a clear head about him.

"I really didn't like you at first."

"You wouldn't be the first. So what about now?" Alhaitham looked at you expectantly as he sat opposite you.

"I'm thinking about it."

"Am I still your boyfriend while you think about it?"

You paused for a moment. Good point. It wasn't really fair to him still, was it?

"You don't have to be-"

"Can I though?"

"Well, yes, but that's-"

"How it's going to be. Right, is that all you came here for? Seems like a waste of a trip, so you might as well stay a while longer. Ah, but then it'd be close to evening, so you may as well stay for dinner as well."

Even as you opened your mouth to protest, Alhaitham had already gotten up, ruffling your hair and planting a kiss atop your head as he walked past to get to the kitchen. You turned in your seat to see what he was up to, only to be met with the domestic sight of him preparing drinks for the two of you.

You know, maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all...

"You drink your coffee the way I make it, right?"

With a little bit of work, that is.

Taglist: @vernith @bubblegum-angelquartz @ayanokomu @hannya-writes @oh-allie @sane-genshin-fan @makimakimi

#astronetwrk #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #genshin alhaitham #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin #winery specials

[cupcakeshakesnake]

Uhm uh could you info dump about your Portal AU 👉👈 (I definitely do not have ulterior motives and I am definitely not thinking about inserting my OC into the AU hahahaha why would you think that)

I don't know what there is to infodump about so here is a sort of... timeline? Compendium?

Most of it is the same as canon Portal 2, except GLaDOS and Wheatley are androids.

The AU starts when GLaDOS - disconnected from the main chassis and connected instead to a potato battery - and Chell fall into old aperture. They discover Cave Johnson, not deceased as was widely believed but rather locked underground in android form along with an outdated maintenance system for Aperture. Inspired by this fic, to be specific. (I call him an android for convenience but technically he may count as a cyborg. Haven't really delved into that. He's not "alive" in the fully human sense, though.)

They need the data stored in Cave to get through some parts of Old Aperture, so they begrudgingly take him along. Most of the cables coming out of his neck and wrists used to be connected to a now obsolete surveillance/maintenance system, and are now haphazardly rolled up around him. His power cable is connected to another potato battery (which he usually keeps in his pocket).

Like other Aperture "personality constructs", Cave can "remain functional in apocalyptic, low power environments of as few as 1.1 volts", but it has its limitations - as is the case with GLaDOS, using too much energy can get him knocked out.

Cave's endgoal here is to end his own life, which he can't do on his own due to several failsafe measures built into him (such as being unable to unplug himself from the system in the first place, and as a result being stuck underground). He still keeps up his cheery, eccentric (and far from sane) attitude, but with an added hint of cynicism and roundabout self-deprecation. Decades of mulling over his life underground has led him to have some regrets about certain decisions, although he would never speak any of it out loud to anyone. Personality-wise, some inspirations were taken from the robot Cave in Aperture Desk Job.

In one possible ending for the story (which I haven't mentioned before but have had in mind for some time), they enter a newer part of Aperture where the emancipation grills do not have the data that lets Cave enter without being disintegrated. Here he acknowledges that Chell and GLaDOS have no more need of him and voluntarily walks into the emancipation grill.

Here's an excerpt from my notes.

"These emancipation grills were built in my time. They're not calibrated to accomodate-" GLaDOS gestures towards Johnson. "- him. We'll need to find a way to hack into the-" "Hey hey hey- don't bother. I'm gonna be level with you. You don't need me anymore." "Elaborate." "The stuff built here on out's brand new. I don't even have the code for it. Sure, you needed me to get through the old facility, but I think I'm gonna head out now." "…Is that so." "My time is up, I can feel it. I'm not going to heaven, no sir. Was never much of a religions guy anyway. But know this, lady," the former CEO turns to Chell. "I want to see you make it out alive. This facility I built, it swallows you up. Don't get me wrong, it's the best damn science facility on this earth and I couldn't be more proud of it, but you stay here too long and- well." He shrugs, cables dangling from and wrapped around him like ropes. "It's pretty much my destiny to die down here, but you, kid, you get out there. You go up to the surface and see the daylight. Caroline, take care of the facility. Oh, and her." "Yes sir Mr Johnson…" "Oh and beat that moron's ass for me." They go through the fizzler, leaving him behind - there is a sound that makes Chell turn back, only to see some particles evaporating. GLaDOS doesn't turn back. "Goodbye sir."

#snake got an ask #anonymous #writing #portal 2 #cave johnson #glados #android cave johnson #portal 2 au #snake's text post

[delta-pavonis]

🥁 7 or 27

Awww yiiiisss. More Drummer/Dancer AU. I am gonna take 27. markets for the prompt because it is actually perfect to help expand a few paragraphs I have been working on. So here it is, the opening section of the next fic in this series. (Yes, you read that correctly. You convinced me.)

"Does all this whispering and staring at us have a more edged feel to it than usual, or am I just going round the bend?" Hob says, leaning over from his place on his horse to speak privately with Morpheus, who is mounted on his own steed.

His lover scans the crowds as they continue down the main road into the central market. Most of the wagons in the caravan have set up camp just outside of the city, but they are bringing two into the square to display some of their wares, like Delirium's intricate lampworked glass and Epithumia's fine jewelry. But, as has been the case for months now, what will likely garner them the most coin will be Hob's drumming and, for the right price, Morpheus' dancing. 

News of their little duet on that fateful night out in the Wastes has spread as only gossip can – faster than wildfire and twice as hot. Even as they enter Temenos, a nation Morpheus has never set foot in and Hob has last seen as a teenager, there are murmurs and mutterings of recognition in all but the most rural of hamlets. It is somewhat flattering and a whole lot disconcerting. Hob knows, hypothetically, that messages can be sent over extreme distances in little time via magic, but he has never really experienced the natural consequences of such communication before. It is… quite strange.

But this, here in the capital city of Onar, is something wholly different from previous encounters. These noises are not excited or curious or even admiring – these people seem at once in awe and uncomfortable, almost unbelieving. And there is far more pointing than there should be.

"You are not wrong." Morpheus straightens in his saddle, on high alert to keep his clan safe. "I knew we should have ridden in on Jessamy and Nuala." 

Hob grimaces. He had asked not to, had convinced his lover to let them ride into the capital on horses, like sane people, and not on giant fuckoff elk. They did not know how the commonfolk of this place would react to strangers riding in on such large beasts! 

See, the thing is that Hob is still very much working on his finesse at riding giant elk. His progress has been strongly inhibited by the fact that the two lovely ladies are very protective of their owner. They pull his personal wagon, after all, and they have heard the distressing array of noises Morpheus has started making from within his vardo now that Hob is here. They are, in short, too smart for their own fluffy britches.

Which would, admittedly, be quite useful right now since they are much more sensitive to threats than the horses.

“I will not question your judgment again.” Hob says and watches as one incredulous eyebrow starts rising on Morpheus’ forehead. “Alright, alright. I will not question your judgment about which animals to use as mounts again. Happy?”

His beautiful, proud Dream smirks as they continue ahead. “Very.”

Despite the strange behavior of the citizens, they are generous with their aid, offering to help both wagons get parked and set up, make sure the horses have food and water, and all the other trappings of setting up for a long day at market. 

It is about halfway through the morning when a short, raven-haired man starts pacing through the market stalls, circling their wagons at a distance. It is easiest for Epithumia to step away and gather some information given that they have charisma in spades. They come back barely a quarter hour later with two useful bits of knowledge: the insignia on the man’s tunic indicates that he is an envoy of the Royal Palace and the ring he wears means that he works for the King himself.

“Must be something about you two celebrities… I certainly haven’t done anything in this backwat–I mean lovely country.” Epithumia says as they sit on Hob’s other side. 

“Just because you haven’t had time to, I am sure.” Hob smiles at his lover’s sibling and they, in a very adult and stately manner, stick their tongue out at him. It makes his Dream chuckle, which makes it more than worth it. 

The sun moves another fifteen degrees in the sky before the envoy decides to finally approach. "Oh, oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. The rumors are true." He mutters to himself, apparently not realizing that he can be heard over the din of the market. 

When he gets closer to where Hob, Morpheus, and Epithumia are sitting beneath the large fabric awning that has been extended from the top of one vardo, he makes an aborted little bow to them. "Hello, I bid you welcome from King Morpheus,” he is careful to pronounce the name and title of his sovereign clearly, “the monarch of these lands. He asks that you, the drummer and dancer of recent renown, come to the castle this afternoon before the evening meal, which is taken at the eighth bell. He has heard tales of your skill and artistry and would like to meet you privately, if it pleases you?"

Hob watches as his Dream’s face goes from suspicious to surprised to considering in the space of a breath. It is not often that a King asks for an audience with untitled folk, at least not in any land that Hob has ever traveled to. 

He looks over to Epithumia to find that their gold eyes are also trying to catch Hob’s gaze. King Morpheus? they mouth silently. Hob just shrugs.

Their Morpheus, his Dream, stands to respond and he towers over the envoy. “Tell the King that the dancer and the drummer will see him at the indicated time this afternoon.” Hob thinks it is notable that he does not give their names to the envoy, but what does he know, really. He hasn’t ever even seen a King before, let alone been called to be in the presence of one. 

Then Morpheus nods and the envoy goes fluttering off into the crowd with a squawk. 

All three of them stare into the bustling market for a few moments, silent and stony despite the elderly woman trying to get their attention.

“Hob,” his Dream catches his eye as he speaks, “We are going to need to go buy you a shirt, aren’t we?”

#Dreamling #Drummer/Dancer AU #Hob Gadling #Dream of the Endless #The Sandman AU #Pavonis writes #prompt meme #prompt game

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Happy wip day!

May i perhaps request an Angel Neil AU?

WIP Wednesday (3/27) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 143)

Andrew blinks. “What?”

“If you admit there’s a girl, you can go.” Aaron says. And it smells like the sort of trap Andrew would lay. 

“Straight to entrapment, huh?” Andrew asks, almost proud.

"Maybe."

"Well, as good of an idea as it was. I'm afraid I must disappoint you. Because, for the last time, there’s no girl— on planet Earth or otherwise— in which I am interested at the moment.”

Aaron looks him up and down, trying to find a lie in that statement. He won’t though, because it’s the truth. A stupid truth based on a technicality, but a truth nonetheless. Finally, Aaron seems to give up. “Fine. I believe you.”

Andrew gives him a look. “Oh, do you?”

“Yeah. I thought about it a lot last night. And I couldn’t think of any girl who would ever risk her life and ask you out. Or any sane girl who would say yes if you asked her. So… If there was a girl, she’d have to be imaginary now wouldn’t she?”

“You are correct.” Andrew laughs, trying not to reveal just how much that assessment hurts. Or would hurt, if he cared about his brother’s- or anyone's- opinion of him. “Now let me ask you, my dear brother. Are there any girls who value their lives so little that they would mess around with you when we have our deal going? If so, I would suggest telling her to get lost before I find out and remove her skin.”

Aaron pales slightly at the threat and Andrew takes it as a victory.

“Uh, guys…” Nicky interrupts from the bedroom doorway. “Are we fighting?”

“Yes. We were. But we’re done,” Andrew says. Then he rips the door open and leaves before Aaron can open his mouth again. After he stomps his way down to the car, he leans against the passenger door and lights a cigarette, just in case Aaron has decided to look out the window. 

‘She’d have to be imaginary’, rings in Andrew’s head and he scoffs. What a bastard. Why the fuck is he related to that dick? 

Well, because two deeply disturbed individuals forgot to use a condom twenty years ago, Andrew guesses. With that thought, Andrew recalls what Betsy had told him yesterday: ‘If you were six years old, and not almost twenty, I would say you’ve got an imaginary friend on your hands.’

Such rude people he surrounds himself with.

Is it so hard to believe that Andrew is friends with a beautiful, funny, incredibly stupid man who just happens to be an angel? (Yes. Yes, it is.) Andrew looks up to the roof expecting to see said angel, but he’s not there. As he drops his gaze back to the parking lot, the others file out of the Tower's front entrance. And the four of them climb into the car and take off for the stadium.

#andreil #aftg #WIP Wednesday #Guardian Angel Neil AU #🕊️ #answered #currently-evil

[plethomacademia]

wip wed: rockstar/coffee shop/bookstore au

There is an event on the GaleHeart discord for fics about Gale and Shadowheart's first time and instead of being normal or sane and just writing a little thing, I have invented an AU that is somehow both a bookstore (Gale is one of the booksellers) and coffee shop (there's a coffee shop in the bookstore and Shadowheart works there) and a rock band (Shadowheart is in a band with Karlach, Lae'zel, and Wyll) AU all at once.

Anyway! Two snippets. One is Gale showing some rizz and the other is when he first meets Lae'zel. In this universe, Lae'zel and Shadowheart are already dating but it's an open relationship and Shadowheart already has told Lae'zel about wanting to date Gale. Gale is the one who was not sure if Lae'zel truly was ok with it. And this is how he finds out that she is!

She spots him the moment that he reaches to adjust his hair, of course. Her green eyes flick over the top of the book that she is holding with one hand while she leans against the counter on the elbow of the other. Gale notes the couple on the cover of the trade paperback: a woman wearing a bodice that has been loosened and a tall man with long hair and a very open shirt. They’ve sold dozens of copies of the same book in the past week. She is standing by the time he reaches the coffee stand, her open book page down on the counter to hold her place. “You only get one free a day, you know,” she says once he has arrived. “Yes, well, I paid for the last one, so I am aware.” He puts his hands in his pockets, not sure what else to do with them. “What can I say? You are quite talented at what you do.” Jenn gives him a once over and whatever she sees makes the corner of her mouth tick up. “Maybe a decaf this time. We wouldn’t want your heart to burst, Gale.” He swallows. “Yes. Decaf sounds lovely.”

and

Gale is still leaning on the counter when he hears the sounds of at least two pairs of heavy boots behind him. Jenn looks over his shoulder and the glance she gives him is the only warning he gets before a hand claps onto his back. He clenches his jaw to keep from yelping. “Gale of the Bookshop!” he hears. The owner of the voice stands beside him, taking up the remaining space at the counter. Gale moves over a little to give the woman room, using the moment to give her a quick inspected. She has a pleasant face, brown skin with sharp features and a scattering of freckles, all framed by shoulder length brown hair. She is wearing an outfit that suggests she just came from some kind of athletic event or perhaps the gym, a black sports bra visible underneath a white tank top with large dropped armholes. He notices how her muscles bunch as she leans against the counter beside him. She smiles at him and he cannot help but return the gesture. “So, have you fucked my girlfriend yet, Gale of the Bookshop?” she says. Gale feels his cheeks heat as Jenn puts a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh. As he had expected, this was the woman that Jenn had only referred to as Lae. Her girlfriend, she had told him. One that was apparently ok with the idea of Gale taking Jenn out on a date, something that he had had a hard time believing until this very moment. He glances behind him to see the other person that he heard approach. He is met by glittering brown eyes belonging to a tall Black man. He is just as fit as Lae is, but with much longer hair styled into thick dreadlocks. Another one of Jenn’s bandmates, he presumes, although Gale does not know his name. The man looks over him toward the counter. “Man, Jenn, you know I would fuck you if you just asked,” the man says. He glances back at Gale long enough to wink at him. Gale turns to look back at Jenn, who is shaking her head. “Bullshit,” Jenn says. Now she, too, is looking at Gale. “Wyll wants to be a player but he’s the biggest softie that I know.” She smiles at him. “Present company excluded, perhaps.”

#wip #shadowheart #lae'zel #wyll ravengard #gale #galezelheart #bg3 #coffeshop au #rockband au #bookshop au #modern au #why am i like this

[theextratreefairy]

The Prey of a Hawk - P.1

they/them Teacher winged - reader, Yandere!Hawks Purge Au warnings: Dark themes, toxic relathionship dymanics, yandere themes I do not condone yandere actions, and if you have thoughts of harming anyone or your s/o I urge you to talk to a professional Will become a series to test my yandere romantic writing, this is very long <3, tell me what ya think p.2

Reader couldn't prepare for the Purge, the Purge would start at 12 am Friday and end 12 am Saturday.

The school wouldn't give them the day off, even if they did get a letter. 'The children need to feel as if everything is normal, even in the purge week.' Was the school's reasoning, Reader taught seniors at a middle school, of course they knew what the purge was! But as their co-teacher got off Reader felt like the yandere bought off the school.

Which was correct, not like the school would admit it tho

"Teacher (l/n)! Did you get a purge letter?" One of the students asked randomly. "Why do you ask?" Reader questioned as they looked up from their paperwork. The whole class was talking about the Purge, some family members had gotten a letter and some had just reached the age they could be taken by platonic yandere's. "Well, you aren't married and from what we know a yandere doesn't have your custody!"

"Yes, I got a letter." The class fell silent. "Then why are you here? Didn't Teacher Kim get off?" A male student asked concerned. Reader was everyone's favorite teacher, so these questioned weren't a surprise. "From the evidence I have been gathering, the yandere bought off the school." Reader tried to speak as casual as possible. "Will you go with them peacefully? My papa had given my mother the letter, and they are happy now..."

"I will be damned if I go down with a fight, if someone wants a relathionship with me they can ask me out as a sane person." The students looked at Reader, they had never been looked this serious. "Will you use your quirk?"

"If I must, I must. Now, with all these questions I will almost believe your working with the dear stalker of mine." Reader teased their students, knowing full well that some of them would. "Now pack-up, my dear students, as the school day is over."

The Students did as told, and when they were about to leave Reader said; "If I do not see you after today, don't get stuck in the rats den."

Did they understand what Reader meant? Absolutely the fuck not.

Reader had locked the door of the classroom, closed the blinds and quickly changed to a comfy track suit that will allow their wings to grow.

Their quirk allows them to walk on clouds and sleep on clouds, basically their quirk makes them a fancy angel. So Reader's genius plan is to find a comfy ass cloud and stay there until the Purge is done. Since almost no one has a quirk that allows them to fly that high. Even if their yandere is one of the highest ranking Yandere's ever- so most likely a villian who decided to be 'nice' or a pro-hero.

When Reader was flying in the air they heard the, oh so similiar, broadcast warning.

'This is your Emergency Broadcast System announcing the commencement of the annual purge. For 24 hours every yandere action will be legal except Murder and causing any permantely bodily harm to your darling, 'marking' however is allowed. The police cannot be called, the parmadics can only be called in deathly situations'

"How wonderful." Reader muttered as they flew up to a cloud. "How comfy, I missed this..." The clouds are lovely to sleep in, to hide from all the busy streets.

Something Hawks adored, Reader's anti-social nature when over-worked means; cute Reader sleeping in clouds~! So when Hawks sent a form to the goverment, he knew were his little darling would hide.

The skies :D

Not that Reader knew that the pro hero Hawks would be a yandere. Especially with his obsessive fans. But once registered as a Yandere, always a Yandere in the laws eyes. "Oh how, desperate you must feel~ to fly so high, my dear angel."

But Reader is a better hider then Hawks gave them credit for. It took him around 13 hours to even find the cloud Reader was tagging along on. Reader was sleeping on the cloud's.

'How adorable, a sweet angel sleeping on the clouds!' Hawks was really lovesick, the obsessive look in his eyes could pierce through Reader as he flew to Reader, using his feather's to pick them up from the cloud. Hawks pulled out a rag of choloform and before he could gag Reader, Reader woke up immediately trying to get out of his feather's.

"I suggest you don't struggle Angel. Unless you want to become my Prey~!"

My, this feels so shitty ngl.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere purge #yandere bnha #soft yandere #yandere mha #yandere my hero academia #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere hawks x reader #yandere hawks #yandere keigo #yandere keigo takami #keigo x y/n #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #bnha hawks #wing hero hawks #toxic relationship #gender neutral reader #yandere themes

[igotanidea]

Hello : Matt Murdock x reader

Request: soulmate au. Reader meets Matt, he likes her a lot but doesn't know she is his soulmate, because he can't see the words on his hand. So maybe he meets her in a park and asks her on a date/she is his new colleague/ she is their new client/ a friend of Karen who came to visit (if you would like to write it just choose the one you like or maybe smth completely different). And then Foggy sees Matt happy and asks why, so Matty retells them their convo and Foggy is like: dude, you have her words.

Lawyer work came with stress, overtime, complicated cases and constant exhaustion. Daredevil work came with violence, sleepless hours, worries and physical pain. So yes, Matt Murdock hasn’t been himself for the last couple days. Acting all moody and grumpy, brushing off Karen and Foggy like they weren’t his best friends. To some extent, Foggy could understand him, since Nelson was very well aware of his alter ego. Karen however, didn’t, so after a while of babying him, she got angry and said a few words about his attitude.

“I don’t know what happened to you, but I’m tired of this!” she spat after he harshly told her to let go and leave him alone “you have no right to act this way towards me! I’ve been trying to help you since it seems like you can’t take care of yourself! But you know what, have it your way.” She rubbed her forehead in exhaustion “just remember that at this point me and Foggy are the only people in your life who cares about you. And you just keep pushing us both away!”

“I….” he started but she did not let him finish

“Don’t. I don’t want to hear it, anymore!”

“Guys, not that I’m complaining, which I obviously am, but you are scaring off the clientele.” Foggy, who was the only sane one at the office at the moment decided it was time to step in and bring his friends back to reality. They were still at work after all, and personal conflicts has no place in the space.

“What clientele Foggy?” Karen scoffed “in case you didn’t notice we are not exactly jammed. Maybe it’s because Matt is dead set on ruining the atmosphere here.”

“I’m not the one who’s yelling.” He pointed out “And also, I’m keeping my private business private”

“No you don’t” Foggy shrugged once again getting attention of both of them “Anyway, since you are quiet for a second, let me tell you we’ve got a girl waiting in the hall, probably in need of some legal help, so how about we got down to business?”

“Fine” Matt fixed his tie “let’s let her in. Karen?” he pointed towards the door

“I’m the legal assistant here, not the usher.”

“Oh, for God’s sake….” Foggy sighed and moved to invite the client in. “Welcome to the Nelson and Murdock, miss…..” he smiled a bit forcefully trying his best to cover up for ­not-so-good first impression. Nevertheless it did not impress the girl who just looked at him with a smirk and a bit squinted eyes “um… sorry about that” he grunted “we are not normally like this.”

“I’ve seen worse” she shrugged casually walking in “I work as a reporter in daily news, so fights and quarrels are daily bread for me.”

“But it’s not what you expect from your future lawyers, is it?”

“Lawyers?” the girl looked at him surprised, but quickly caught up on the situation and started laughing meeting with Foggy’s confused gaze “I’m sorry. I’m not here for legal help, I can handle myself and up till now, all my coworkers are safe and sound. If it were to change however…… Sorry, not the point. I’m here for Karen.”

“Karen?”

“Yes. Yes, we were supposed to grab a quick coffee and talk about some lead she has on a case….. she forgot didn’t she?”

“Well, miss…”

“Please, cut the miss. I’m Y/N.” she held out her hand and the man shook it firmly but gently.

“Well, I’m Foggy. Franklin, but no one calls me that. As for Karen, you might as well ask her yourself. Hey, Karen. Your friend is here!”

“What frie…..?” Karen emerged from the other room “Y/N!” she smiled happily and hugged the girl “Why are you….? My god, I’m sorry. I completely forgot we were supposed to meet. Let me just grab my coat and….”

“Hey, it’s fine Paige. Seems to me like you got something going on. I’d hate to interrupt. Feel free to take a rain check.“

“No, no. I need to get out of here. Is it ok if I take the rest of the day off, Foggy?”

“Fine with me. I got some ground work to do after all, so I’m out myself. It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”

“Likewise, Mr. Nelson” the girl nodded.

“Just wait here Y/N. I’ll get my stuff and we’ll go.” Karen assured the girl and left for her purse, Foggy coming after.

“Why did you never mention a friend like this?” he hissed

“You are already in love?” Karen let out a laugh “What about Marci?”

“Come on! I’m just saying she looks nice. And fierce. And intelligent.”

“She is. But your point being?”

“Why are you always looking for the hidden agenda?!”  

*** Meanwhile, Y/N was left by herself, forced to wait for her friend. For a couple of minutes she was kicking her heel’s but quickly got bored. With prolonged wait and with lack of anything better to do, she reached toward her backpack, grabbing the notebook and pen, sitting on the floor and starting scribbling. She couldn’t care less about the floor being a bit dusty and the wall she was leaning on being cold. The only thing that mattered was the idea that appeared in her mind, muffling all the surroundings.

“What are you doing?” well, she could not muffle the deep male voice knocking her off stride. She hated when people did that. She was deep in her own thoughts, fighting with the pace of her racing mind, always too fast for her pen to keep up the pace, and unfortunately more often than not, losing and being left with the bitter taste of her ideas running away without a trace. It was damn hard to capture them and this guy just ruined all her efforts. She sighed in defeat. “Not that I can actually see, but I hear your pen scrawling on the paper. I am quite observant.”

“ Writing is what I do.” She explained “for a  living and generally. Ask anyone who knows me, pen is my sword. Pencil, in worst cases.  Can’t even tell you how many times I found myself on the bus with one of those salient from behind my ear.”

“Seems like you are just passionate about your work.”

“It’s much more than just a work” she tried to lift herself of the floor, but her legs gave up making Matt walk the distance and help her. “thanks” she grabbed his hand and stood up fixing her shirt “you must be Mr. Murdock, the second half of the firm.”

“I am. And you are?”

“I’m Y/N. Karen’s friend.”

“She never mentioned you.”

“Why should she?”

“Because if she did, I would love to meet you.”

“And why is that?” she tiled her head observing him carefully “no offence, but you know nothing about me, and you can’t really see me, so the part about beauty does not apply. Besides, I’m completely average looking to say the least and we only exchange a couple of words, so why Mr Lawyer?”

Matt smiled hearing her talk. She was observant and not afraid to say her mind. He already liked that.

“Touche, Ms. Y/N. But you know, I can tell a lot more about you than you think.”

“How so?”

“I felt your blood pumping in your veins when you were writing in that little notebook of yours. I noticed your little smile and your dilated pupils. Just like now.”

“Well, I;m terrified of everything you are saying, so….”

“You’re not. You’re more …. Puzzled, intrigued. Not scared. That’s not what you do.“

“Fine. You got me. Guess that’s a lawyer thing, right? How about I tell you something about yourself in return?”

“ I’m listening.” He smirked

“ I work with the news. Lately, I’ve been covering the crime section, so naturally I have to be up to date with all the dirty secrets of the city. Including some vigilantes. And I know one of our own self-appointed-protector got injured in a fight. So now, tell me, Mr Murdock, does your back and your left side hurt a lot?” she whispered and her words just left him completely speechless.

“I’m ready, Y/N . Can we go now?” Karen called from behind, a bit taken aback with the view in front of her eyes. Her friends were standing opposite to each other, Y/N smiling triumphantly (an expression Karen saw hundreds times by now), Matt impressed and shocked (something pretty new to see).

“Yes. Yes we can go” Y/N turned on her heels and both girls left the office.

“What was that about?” Karen asked when they were out of Matt’s earshot (not really, but Karen did not know about his superpower).

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” Y/N retorted pulling on her sleeve, covering the words of her alleged soulmate she had on the crook .”Nothing at all.”

***

“Why are you so happy all of a sudden?”

“Did you see the girl who came here?”

“Ok. Funny choice of words, Matt, but yes, I saw her. And what about that?”

“I think I like her.”

“Oh my god! Not again! You can’t let one girl slip past you, right?” Foggy groaned in frustration at his best friend attitude.

“It’s different this time. It’s more about what she said….”

“What exactly did she say? What were her first words?”

“I don’t …..”

“Don’t bullshit me, Matt. You remember dozens of things. Most of them completely useless. So. What. Were. Her. Words?”

“Writing is what I do.” Matt smiled and his whole face became soft at the memory.

“Dude!” foggy gasped

“What?”

“You have her words!”

“What?”

“You dumbass! You have her words! She’s your soulmate!”

“But I….”

“Of course you did not know! How could you! You are blind after all! But seriously man! She’s the one! Go after her!”

***

A few hours later Y/N was heading home, but her stroll was interrupted when no one else but Matt Murdock came from the perpendicular street.

“Are you following me, Mr Murdock?” she smirked, not amused at all, even if she did not about his other part.

“Writing is what I do?” he said softly, and at that moment she knew.

“What are you doing here?” she mimicked his gentle tone.

“Hello Y/N.” he took a step closer taking her hand

“Hello Matt.” the girl answered letting him

They found each other.

@pinksirensong @somest1

#matt murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x y/n #daredevil netflix #daredevil x y/n #daredevil #daredevil x you #matt murdock imagine #daredevil imagine #matt murdock one shot #daredevil one shot #mcu #marvel mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel imagines #marvel imagine #marvel one shot #daredevil x oc

[bctoastyyy]

do you have more of that no one cares au

I had no idea that No One Cares AU would be so much of a hot take tbh kjshdfl I thought it wasn't very original. BUT THIS IS GOOD NEWS I've loved everyone takes that they added hehe. So um I went a bit off the rails with this response,,

Danny w/ the ghosts:

Sam: “Danny, the box ghost is back.”  D: “What’s he doing?” Sam: “Some lady by the flower store gave him all her recyclable cardboard. He’s building a fort. You wanna go get rid of him, or?” D: “What, no. He’ll get bored and go home, you know that.” Sam: “Why do you look upset, then?” D: “He didn’t invite us to his fort :( “  Sam: “We’re at school, though-” D: “IT’S THE PRINCIPLE OF THE THING, SAM.”

T: “Tell me more about this…internet web site.” Tucker: “YOU’VE ASKED THE RIGHT PERSON.” T: “I asked the ghost child, actually, BUT YOU SEEM MUCH MORE SOCIABLE.” D: “Oh, sure, he seems more sociable now, not when he kicks my ass at video games, but go off I guess.” T: “WHAT IS THIS ABOUT A VIDEO PLAYING GAMES I HEAR.” Tucker: “dude you thinking about what im thinking? Technus, buddy, we’re going to show you a fighting game, you’ll love it.” T: “A VIDEO THAT FIGHTS GAMES- THAT SOUNDS COOL”- punches danny in the face- “I’LL GO FIRST, WHERE IS VIDEO PART AT.” D: “Actually you gave me an idea. we play smash bros WHILE fighting.”  T: “THIS SOUNDS HIP AND POPPING LET’S DO THAT.”  Tucker: “I’ll keep score.”

E: “Haha you think I could brainwash all the teens with my sick ass tunes if I tried?”  D: “Oh, worm? Probably. But I don't think you need to brainwash anyone though, everyone already loves your music.” E: “Ain’t that right. Okay, dipstick, wanna see how far I can throw you with my new guitar chord instead?” D: “Yes.”

S: “Where are you, whelp? I’ll get my hands on that pelt of yours, mark my words.” D: “Mark? I thought you were Skulker.”  S: “You cannot hide from the Ghost Zone’s greatest hunter!” D: “No, I can, you just don’t want me to. I get that, that’s cool. I gotta get back to class though, you want to pick this up later?” S: “Oh. I was looking forward to deadly hide and seek :(“  D: “You’ll get your shot big guy. Just don’t terrorize anyone until school’s out? Or do you want to get in the thermos for time out-” S: “No. Do you want to get in my net to see how far I can throw you?” D: “Yes. See if you can launch me right into my classroom and I’ll give you an extra kick to the face, deal?” S: “A true hunter knows patience and never backs down from a challenge.”  D: “I love how dramatic you are.“ 

School:

Mr. L: “Mr. Fenton, where are you going?” D: “Ghost.”- goes ghost in the middle of the classroom - Mr. L: “Which one?” D: “Eh, dunno.”

P: “Danny, you like the stars and stuff, right?” D: “I do like space, yes.” P: “Tell me about the signs- I’m trying to win an argument, Star says our signs aren’t compatible, but they totes are.”  D: “Um. Do it anyway.” P: “Isn’t it important though?” D: “Do it anyway.” P: “So true, bestie, thanks.”  D: “I just do stuff regardless of the consequences.” P: “So true bestie, thanks.”

V: “Cujo only listens to me when I’m wearing red, what does that mean? I thought…isn’t it bulls that don’t like red? He’s a dog…” D: “If he likes red, then wear red more often? I dunno I could ask Technus or uncle Vlad to make you a red ghost suit or something. Might respond better to…ghost red.” V: “Really?” D: “Makes sense to me.” V: “Hmm, fine, okay, but it needs to make me look cool.”  D: “Naturally.”

W: “Are you guys serious?! How can Fenton be a ghost? That doesn't make any sense! He's trying to brainwash you all into believing his elaborate prank, can't you see that?! Am I the only sane one here!" Anyone at casper high tbh: "Wes, I don't care."

Dash: “FENTON!” D: “I’m kinda busy right now, Dash,” - shoves observant into the floor - “these guys keep trying to get me to go to my ancient time dad’s deathday party. Which is a joke because I don’t think that guy has ever been alive, and like, Frostbite already told me they’re just trying to trick me into visiting so they don’t have to babysit Clockwork. I already visit like, every other week, how much more can they want from me, jeez.” - while he’s talking he uses his hand to freeze the observant’s head(? eye?) before shoving him back into the floor - “Sorry, what did you need?” Dash: “I was just gonna see if you wanted to come to football practice after school today. We’re going to the nasty burger after.” D: “Nasty burger you say? Deal. But I’m not into football, that’s more uncle Vlad’s thing, and besides, when he makes me play it with him he cheats every time >:( “ Kwan: “How about we just see how far you can throw a football? I bet it's like farther than like, five football fields!”  D: “It’s more than five but okay.”

MISC

J: “Uncle Vlad says you burned the monopoly board?” D: “He’s a businessman, Jazz, he doesn’t deserve to play monopoly.” J: “But dad loves monopoly :(“  D: “Only because Vlad does. Mom helped me burn it.” J: “She does hate monopoly.”

D: “No.” Vlad: “What do you mean, no? It’s only America’s favorite passtime!” D: “I don’t want to watch the Green Bay Packers.” Vlad: “No ghost training for one month.” D: “Where’s the remote, its football time.” 

Elle: “Danny what do I do, he keeps wanting me to watch football with him.” D: “Tell him that he shouldn’t have kept the gene that hates football when he sampled me.”  Elle: “Y’know, that is kinda his fault now that I’m thinking about it.” D: “So true, lil sis, so true.” 

F: “Great One! I am so glad you’ve visited!” D: “Yeah :) ! Sorry though, I just gotta ask, why do you call me Great One, again?” F: “You’re great, that’s why! Do you not think that you are great enough to be called that? :(“  D: “Oh, no, I just thought it was because I told Pariah to chill the heck out and he went back to bed.”  F: “That helped. You stopped the ‘hissyfit’ of the millennia.”  D: “That’s what the observants kept telling everyone until I stepped in, isn’t it.” F: “Indeed. I do not like the observants :( so I did not listen. No one did. That is another reason why you are so great.“ 

#no one cares au #sorry i kinda went off #danny phantom #dp au #toastyyy shouts #hehe

[queen-of-elves]

Is this hell?

Niragi Suguru x fem!reader

Highschool AU(?)

Summary: the original idea post

Word count: 3,3K

Warnings: Niragi lol (not in like haha my babygirl but literally this man is psycho please beware so), bullying, mentioning of blood and violence, two or three mentionings of y/n, it's not proofread so I apologize for any kind of mistakes

A/N: I am not condoning any of Niragi’s actions, I too think he should rot in hell and his actions are unforgivable that being said this fanfiction purpose is not  to glorify etc anything about him plus it’s not meant to be in any sort a darkfic (I myself can’t read those.) btw I am also tagging some people who liked the post :))

*****

Part 1: highschool

Since Suguru Niragi could remember, he was always a loser, always weaker than anyone else. Girls laughed at him and boys bullied him and if someone could actually handle looking at him, their face only showed pity. His school years were spent alone somewhere in a corner or just far away from potential troubles. There was a possible hope in going to high school in a completely different district but even that proved useless. Niragi still looked like a prey and if there is a prey, there is also a predator. So he would become as small as he could to hide but sometimes even that wasn’t enough.

These three boys picked on him since the first week of school, like if they could smell his fear, they preyed upon him, made the boy with glasses buy them snacks or lunches from his own allowance and would get pissed off at the end of the month if he didn’t have any money left for their cigarettes. And them getting pissed ment only one thing, punishment, in reality that was just an excuse to bully him harder than on the days the three boys were bored. Oftentimes the punishments were very unoriginal, that kind a child could come up with, other times the originality was astonishing, something no one in their sane mind would be able to come up with. Maybe the boys were just that, not mentally sane, or maybe an evil devoured them the moment they were born and so they did the same to others. An eye for an eye sort of thing.

By the last year of highschool Niragi couldn’t take it anymore, over the years his attempts for finding help ended in vain, no one was willing to stop them and in the end it was as if no one knew he was bullied, as if people didn’t notice his scared eyes and bruises. But Niragi didn’t know what was coming that day.

 The boys dragged him to the bridge and this time it was not only the main trio but also a few of his other classmates. All of them cheered while he became a target of their baseball practice. Maybe he did something to them today that made even those classmates of his participate, Niragi couldn’t be sure anymore. No, it didn’t matter actually, any kind of word as a reasoning now was just an excuse trying to justify the bully's behavior. The abuse was too much and he was almost on his tipping point.

“Ts, you move one more time and I will make you eat it again.” The bully swung the baseball bat again while glancing around him. “Rice with piss.” He was the type who throws their head back when laughing too much. Was making him eat it so funny? 

Suguru’s nose was bleeding. He could feel it before he tasted the coppery taste in his mouth and his vision was blurry, the first hit with a ball shattering his glasses on the ground. This had to be hell, purgatory or something, there had to be some divine reason, something to justify this torture. He hated himself, of course he did and through all of this pain a quick thought flashed in his mind. Maybe if he was in their position he would do the same, bully the weak.

“Yes? Oh, I would like to report fighting, they have (school name) uniforms, please be quick.” Niragi didn’t even realize that someone else was now watching him struggle to breathe, a girl in the same highschool uniform. Her voice sounded meak, scared and as if she was on the verge of tears, but she was standing like a picture of confidence with her eyes trained on one of the bullies. 

“The fuck do you think you are doing, eh?” One of the bullies started to yell, however the girl didn’t even flinch, she just calmly closed the flip phone, slipping it back into her jacket. Now that Niragi had time to fully adjust his vision, which was still very blurry, he realized who the girl was.  Not only was she another student from his highschool, she was one of his classmates from the same homeroom. Y/N, that was her name, she wasn’t a prominent figure in the school, not really significant like class president or something, but she was there and she was always quietly watching. She was the type Niragi aspired to be, someone who had friends and someone who gets invited to things like karaoke or dates. Dates, she probably got a loads of confessions, in no way was she the school idol but you had to be blind to think she wasn’t pretty. 

“I just reported you to the police, didn’t you hear? They are going to be here pretty soon.” Y/N was now laughing lightly and the whole group looked pissed, really pissed this time. What was she thinking, they were surely going to kill her for this. One of them ripped the baseball bat out of the grasp of the last one, ready to swing it at her.

“If I were you I wouldn’t do it.” Tight lipped smile slipped on her face, her eyes staring momentarily at him. “After all, if the police arrive and find me hurt or in a worse state… it would be just worse for all of you, wouldn’t it?” Her smile now contented many teeth, white with little yellow grinning at his abusers. Her cheeks raised, it was a genuine smile, she found this whole situation truly amusing.

By now the boys thought about the risk and decided that their little prey was not worth it, at least for now. “Whatever, bitch. Oi, boys, we are done here, let’s go for a drink.” The oldest commanded and all of them swiftly following his example started to walk away. Their departure also included some rude comments thrown at her and the last one, youngest of all of them, he was two grades below them and was very keen on becoming like them for some reason, readying punch in the air just to cease the action when the girl didn’t spare him even a glance. 

She was now staring at Niragi intensely, without blinking, and then she finally opened her mouth and said. “Suguru Niragi, right?” The boy could only nod to her question. Her gaze changed direction, now at his feet staring at something on the ground. That’s when Niragi got reminded again of his blurry vision, she was looking at his glasses before her eyes once again returned to his face. 

“Hey, Niragi… let’s be friends.” At that moment Niragi knew that those curious eyes actually looked at him, no pity, only interest beaming behind them.

And maybe his life was not a hell, maybe from now on it would get better.

**************

The bullying indeed got better, didn’t stop but got much more bearable with her by his side. She wasn’t by any means a sunshine person, most of the time she was silent, which made him incredibly nervous and twitchy, however, when she spoke it was always something interesting. The girl never showed interest when it came to boring things, instead it seemed that her head turned at anything slightly fascinating. It was in pure contrast with her appearance, a normal highschool girl that never got herself in trouble but always was witness to some. She really did have a knack for these kinds of situations.

So his new friend dragged him along, trouble never catching up to them out of pure luck or maybe it was like her superpower, that's what the boy always thought. After a few weeks of their friendship Niragi felt content, finally he had a light at the end of the tunnel, a safe spot for himself in the world. He didn’t yet realize that soon their paths would divide when it came to college and his sunny days could be over again. But for now he enjoyed her company, after all there was still at least 4 months before the graduation. 

Part 2: bordeland

College was another new start and with the promise of keeping in touch with his now sort of, Niragi wasn’t still sure, best friend, he was ready for new experiences. The first few weeks were fine, school was fun again and it seemed that he made a few new friends along the way. He now got invited to parties and shared dinners and genuinely had a good time for such an introvert. 

However, his little bubble of happiness was meant to burst on one of the shared dinners after a long day of lectures. It was one of the days packed with long seminars and Niragi was ready to relax with his classmates over some good food and a bit of beer when it happened. They were sitting in the back of the restaurant, most of them already sporting one beer in hand when another group of people walked in. Loud and obnoxious yelling followed them and Niragi swore he recognized some of the voices. 

The now college student should have known better, he did know them, of course he did, they made his life miserable for what felt like an eternity. Those bullies that proved to him the awfulness of humankind. The only thing Niragi now hoped for was that they would not notice him, that they wouldn't recognize him but he hadn't changed at all. The same hair, the same kind of glasses and the same scared expression.

And then it happened, one of them turned and his gaze became trained on him, his before yelling face turned into a horrible grin. This guy loved to push young Niragi’s face into the toilet, that was his thing, he really wasn’t that original in the means of “punishment” but he was still part of the group and that defined trouble. 

“NO WAY!” His voice boomed through the restaurant, stopping the conversation at the table Niragi was sitting at. Most of his fellow classmates were now staring at the guy with confused or irritated expressions.

“Guys! Look who is there, Sugura Niragi.” His grin grew with these words and his friend’s attention was now at him, staring and waiting for any kind of elaboration. 

Niragi didn’t know where to look, if he looked into the restaurant, he could see what felt like thousand of eyes staring at him, if he looked around the table he would get confused looks expecting explanation and if he looked before him he would look into the eyes of one of the most hated people by him, so he stared blankly into his glass, hoping that all of this could just disappear. Maybe she could just magically appear and save him once again, more like a thousand times again actually.

“You know each othe-'' But before one of his classmates could finish the question the booming voice sounded again. “Know him? Of course. Didn’t he tell you?” The rest of the guys were now coming closer, also recognizing him. Their laugh was like tiny little needles poking him and their whispers turned his stomach. His current classmates now could hear about how pathetic he was in highschool and Niragi knew that it was back, it was there again, he felt small and stupid. Did the universe really hate him this much?

But this time Niragi had a choice, he could just leave and ignore it and so he did. He rushed out leaving the payment on someone else’s shoulders while dodging and kind of arms that tried to grab at him, keep him at the hellhole. He runned for what felt like hours, sprinting down the streets until he was sure there was no way one of them could follow him. He felt terrible and knew that sleep would not come this night to him and it truly didn’t. He layed in his bed for hours until exhaustion took him out with a sweet promise of blissful ignorance of the nightmare he again became part of. 

The next day was even more painful than the night before, he had to face his classmates and so when the time finally came and he had to approach someone, he chose Ayato. Ayato was always a smiling tall guy with slightly longer hair hiding the corners of his eyes and a mole under the right corner of his lips. He was a good guy, the kind of guy who would send you notes from the lecture if you asked him. However, now he looked like an instant death in Niragi’s eyes but there was no other choice than to talk to him.

“I wanted to pay you back, you probably had to pay for me when I suddenly left last night.” He couldn’t meet Ayato’s eyes, he couldn’t see in them how pathetic he was, not again, he couldn’t take it anymore. This was his burning point and there was no coming back.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it, man.” Ayato laughed and went back to rummaging through his backpack. Did he bother him, no, this was probably just a tactic on how to not have further conversation with him. Just appear busy and that pathetic loser Niragi will leave. Did they all really view him as pathetic? Fuck. They probably did. They must have laughed at him when he left with the whole group of his old classmates, his bullies. 

World really is cruel.

And this was the point when he decided to change and so over the following years his sorrow turned into anger, burning and scorching flame that alighted everything inside that was still alive and breathing, the rest of the hope. The little happy moments were not enough. For example, going to college? He fucking deserved it for all the shit he went through so he didn’t expect anything else than to get accepted into one. He also still maintained some sort of contact with Y/N, both of them got quite busy in college, however otherwise Niragi had isolated himself.

But oh, how he wished those guys that tormented him could see Niragi now, he changed, just like his hardened heart he hardened his appearance. Piercings adoring his face and tongue, silver glistering as warning signs. He looked like a danger, no more the prey look and nervous stare, he was to be feared now. And it wasn’t just his appearance, he became rough and cruel slowly becoming just like those he despised but he always justified it in his mind that it was for his own good.

And so came another punishment for his foolishness.

The gods really hate me, hm? That was his first thought at the empty streets of the city which he once found overly crowded. “Is this hell!?” His yelling echoing down the long corridors of empty sidewalks and alleys.

 It must have been days since he woke up in the silent city, he didn’t know what else to do now that there was no one, so he drank and drank all the alcohol he could find. And in one of his drunken moments they found him almost passed out in one of the dirty alleys near Shibuya. At first he didn’t want to go with them, too drunk out of his mind to understand what they were telling him, but they grabbed him and… that's all he could remember, he probably passed out. 

When Niragi woke up his head was pounding and his throat felt sore but all of that was swept under the rug with the realization that under him were soft white sheets instead of harsh pavement. Slowly, as he could manage without his head shooting needles in it, he sat up upon the bed, he really was in a clean room, a hotel room but any kind of thinking was stopped with the hotel room’s door opening. This uninvited guest sported a kimono and sunglasses were obscuring his eyes. 

“You must be the newbie, let me welcome you properly at The Beach, the only paradise in The Borderland.” The man was grinning widely and Niragi was sure of his interior motive but who gives a damn, he was the first person he had a proper conversation with in days. 

And so his career as a player for beach and handsman for Aguni began.

Working for The Beach was on most days such a great fun, but it was as if Niragi slowly forgot that this was also real and just submitted to his dark thoughts full of violence and blood. He stopped caring about consequences or what was morally right, nothing mattered in his world to him and he verified it through the actions of others. He met vile criminals and monsters in the disguises of people here and in the real world too, so what was the difference if he joined in, in this utopia of sin.

But it was the moment he was beating up some guy, he didn’t even break any rule, he just pissed Niragi with his stupid face, that he noticed them. She was there, she was also inside this horrible nightmare, staring in shock at him with hand covering her open mouth. Y/N must have recognized him, there was no way she couldn’t, if someone could recognize him, it would be her, solely her. He didn’t see her face to face since his change, they only texted and called each other via phone, she must have thought it was because he got so busy but maybe inside, he knew he didn’t want her to see what he had become. Suguru Niragi really thought that their next meeting would be different, that those same eyes would look into his with the same adoration and curiosity it once held but there was none of it.

And there was no excuse for his actions, he could see that now and even though his anger still buried the vast amount of guilt, he was a bad person, he was sure of it. And he knew it for a very long time but there was no denying it now. Another punishment from the gods staring right at him in the form of a pretty lady he had a long history with. And maybe there was no worse cruelty than this, knowing even through all this hardship he received all his life, he could have a good life if he had chosen to be a good person from the start.

Too late to change my path.

In the end the anger always wins over guilt that has to be buried or you will be buried yourself. Niragi used to strongly believe in this conviction but now he felt like a little school boy again, pitiful glances piercing right through him, however this time it was much more meaningful. Here it wasn’t just strangers, it was someone he trusted and they stared inside him with shocked expression. He wondered what she saw, probably someone filled with anger and filth covered in blood, someone she couldn’t handle to look at. It was the same over again but this time different and caused by his own actions, so fully justified. There really isn't any way to redeem himself anymore.

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#niragi x reader #alice in borderland #alice in borderland fanfiction #niragi suguru #niragi suguru x you #isa writes #niragi alice in borderland #dori sakurada

[virgilisspidey]

One shot time!!!

@lieutenantbiscute idk if i got the character right and honestly this is just fluffy cuz am scared of making angst about them (lmao me scared???)

It's a bit shorter than i would've liked (since i wrote this on my phone while outside)

Letting my boys laugh, as a treat.

You can continue this if you'd like!! Honestly i am reallt curious about how you think my two souls 2012 boys would react with yours!!

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"That is a child."

"Oh, gosh, who would've thought!" Raph rolled his eyes, "I know what a child looks like, Mikey."

Well, he knows what a human child looks like, and a baby turtle, but not really a turtle mutant child.

The other half of their AU– or Alternate Universe, as Donnie made him use the term correctly many times before— was off who knows where talking to another 'crossover' that, you guessed it, has a completely sane and alive Leonardo.

It's a miracle that they haven't even questioned where their Leo is, but Raph has a suspicion that their Leonardo was behind it. Their April and Donnie seemed to have a clue about what's going on and followed the other's lead, but the other two were just following along, questions already on the tips of their tongues but unable to voice them out with the amount of people that can overhear.

But that's not the point of this conversation.

Currently in his arms was a kid, probably 4 or 5 years old, looking up at his face and tapping at his cheeks, trying to catch his attention with a small pout. The child was a red eared slider, just like the annoying (although he's starting to grow on him, not like he would admit) alternate Leo that's been Chloe's pain in the a-hole from the moment they saw each other.

The kid just ran up to him and raised his arms up. Raph didn't know how it happened but he was so used to unconsciously carrying Chompy when he head butts him that he subconsciously took the kid in his arms.

Now he's carrying a kid apparently.

"Why would a child even want to approach you," Donnie asks, getting a bit closer to which Raph automatically tightens his grip on the child, shifting him so he could be more comfortable, "Didn’t Ryan cry when you found him? And he was like... Nine."

"He cried because he was abandoned dipsh—"

His brothers were giving him identical smirks.

"—shauce... Sauce."

They grinned.

"Oh, stick it in your shells!"

Go ahead, laugh at his expense. He looked down at the child in his arms, who gave him a cheery smile, which made him choke on air.

He's never good with kids, he'll admit. Animals he can deal with, except horses, but kids? Kids are afraid of him. It didn't really matter to him before, after all, what are the chances he'd have to interact with little kids? Sure when Chloe saw him for the first time properly when she was younger she hid behind—

Leo...

Leo's great with kids.

He doesn't know why or how, but he's just... So good with them. Chloe loves Leo when he visits and despite the fact that the little girl was just as much of a brat in sheeps clothing as she is today, Leo's patient and always somehow manages to tame the little beast. And that's with an 8 year old. He's alsp great with infants! Baby Miwa played woth his mask tails and slept in his arms the moment he offered to carry her, but when Raph got in her field of vision she cried.

But this kid...

"Where's your wrinkles?"

"Hrrk—" "Pppts—"

"My... What."

"Your wrinkles!"

"BA— HAHAHAHA AHAH!"

That was enough to send Mikey and Donnie into a laughing fit while Raph just stood there still processing.

To emphasize, the kid put both hands on his cheeks, turning his head around to look for himself.

"Like when you smile and stuff."

"I don't smile."

"Yes you do!"

The kid lets go of his head and started fluttering his eyelids, cupping his hands on his own cheeks and smiled.

"You do this when you see ka-san."

"Ka-san?!"

"Oooooooh!!" Mikey's eyes shined with mischief in realization, "Oh my god, Raph!"

"'Oh my god' what?!"

"Is your mom by any chance a tall blue lizard lady?" Donnie asks, lowering a bit to get to the kids eye level while still being carried by his brother, "Sometimes goes 'Rokka Rokka', very feisty, strong, and fierce?"

"Yeah?" The kid tilts his head at Donnie, "You know her though! And when did you wear that?"

"HA! OH MY GOD RAPH YOU HAVE A WIFE AND KID?!" Mikey grabs Donnie shoulder, shaking him.

"I have brothers, you should know?"

"OH MY GOD, RAPH, KIDS! PLURAL!"

A blush just as red as his mask disted his cheeks. He would've already threw Mikey to the sun uf it weren't for the fact that the kid was still in his arms.

Him and Mona?!

Kids?!

He's not— he—

"Cino!"

Someone's already looking for the kid.

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt two souls #tmnt 2012 meanwhile #shell shocked au #cino knows what he's doing he's just acting innocent my boy is a turtle with a plan

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

I don’t care if it’s fucking called punishment for a reason and moon, I’m starting to hate you a lot for this overreaction and consistent denial of things. Do you wanna know something interesting within certain countries in Europe, it’s illegal to own one of any social creature because without interaction, social creatures will get depressed and will try to fucking kill themselves or will have a much shorter lives

Fairies seem to have a very similar cognitive abilities as humans, and I’m gonna tell you know some humans when forced into isolation. Try to fucking kill them selves, or go further in sane. What you’re not doing as a punishment it is torture. That makes you and every other fairy that’s pro, keeping him locked up forever without any social interaction horrible fairies!

So I don’t know what the fuck you’re going on about, but if you took a second actually listen to us and compare what we are saying to the outcome of what happened to fairies that have gone through and are going through his “punishment” I feel like you’d actually have a bit of empathy which you seem to be lacking right now. Jesus Christ. If you ever find my home, stay out of it because I don’t want you taking away any nightmares, or helping me sleep, I don’t want your brother anywhere near me if he’s just like you were thinking torture is an acceptable “punishment”

It’s not. Torture will never be an acceptable form of punishment, I’m sorry for being hard and very fucking aggressive with this, but it seems being aggressive is the only way that will get through your skull that maybe, isolating someone like this is horrid!

(by the way, humans have isolation cells for criminals that can’t be around other criminals, they still get social interaction though because we understand that without it everything it’s way worse.)

I'm going to break character and address this myself. With how aggressive this ask is, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to answer as one of the boys.

Yes. You are right. What Eclipse is going through is considered the very definition of torture, as punishment for the crime he's been accused of committing. In our world it is seen as cruel and unusual punishment, even inhuman to some. Everyone has different views and morals on that. Some hold to them, and some are willing to change their perspectives.

It's already been established that the laws of the Realm are different to the ones of our world. And in both, there are laws that not everyone likes but have to follow.

Sun has his views, that have yet to be seen. Moon has his views, which you all have seen. They both have these perspectives based off of what they know and have seen. Yet one thing that hasn't been revealed yet is their relationship with their former brother. What had led them to these views in the first place. No one except me and a handful of others know their past. The whole picture has not been revealed yet. There is a reason for that. There is a reason why they feel the way they do regarding this, and that will be explored soon.

You can agree or disagree with these views if you wish, you all have that right. Those are your morals.

But also, I feel the need to remind everyone-

this is a story.

I am glad it's gotten a lot of people invested, but please remember this is just me telling a story with characters I love with an AU I have made. Characters that all have different views about certain things that will likely clash with one another.

And I will clarify: my personal views on this subject are not reflected through the fairies, especially Moon. These differing and even questionable views are purely for intended for storytelling.

#answered ask #fairy au #dca fairy au

[gentrychild]

What would really be hilarious is if the "all might hit with memory quirk" au happened in anyoneverse, and he, still thinking he has a quirk to give, says Yami can be his successor. Obviously Yami is unlikely to let that situation happen, but consider: it would be funny.

(NOT an ask game/headcanons ask, just to be clear, only a comment)

X

Well, I know exactly how this would happen. All Might would be "Ah yes, I must find a successor" and he would talk to Nedzu. He wouldn't even have to talk before Nedzu guess that this moron has lost his memory and he gives him one chance to come clean and tell him the truth. One. But of course, All Might denies that anything is wrong. He made his bed. Nedzu will let him lie in it.

And All Might is more and more worried because his quirk is weak as hell lately and it's in that state of worry that he goes grocery shopping and walks on a white-haired-boy he doesn't know but who immediately recognized him, judging by the 15-seconds(long banshee scream.

All Might recognizes that Izuku has his quirk and goes "Oh! You're my successor! Well, I need help! I have amnesia and no one can find out!" and his successor is "Amnesia, uh? You don't say."

And at this point, any sane person would nod and wait for the first occasion to run. Izuku is many things but certainly not sane. This genius thinks "Actually, we kinda need to find the Doctor and the villains and All Might's help could be useful." so he just... pretends to be his successor.

Izuku: "Ah yes, I am definitely your successor that you chose because I am quirkless like you? I guess? Why am I not in UA? Well, we suspect that the HPSC is corrupt... more corrupt than usual and when you add a lurking All for One to the mix, so we decided that I should hide."

All Might: "That makes sense. When I got OFA, Gran Torino sent me to America."

And everyone in the inner circle is horrified by that con because of how insanely dangerous it is, except for All for One who finds it hilarious AND when All Might visits, yes he has to refrain from wrapping his hands around Yagi's throat, which is painful, but Izuku has to pretend to be a loving son, which is even more painful for him and quite good for AFO.

And I don't know how Nedzu learned about it but Izuku is dragged into UA, as a hero student, because Nedzu knows Izuku is a villain and Izuku knows that he knows, so they are daring each other to tell the truth to All Might the whole time and Izuku is internally screaming. So are Shouto and Bakugou.

I am going to end this by saying that All Might and Izuku actually make a very good team and All Might is delighted to have chosen him as his successor.

#anyone: amnesia edition #anyone fic

[daunsun]

Writing prompt, GO

"All I've ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home."

I like fluff

SO ABOUT THAT FLUFF-

Writing this for my library au that I’ve never posted about because yes

Flicking through the book in your hands mindlessly, you tried to relax at the soft feeling of the paper against your fingertips. You hadn’t paid attention to what book you actually picked up, but you had to be given credit for trying to look like you did. The aisle was quiet, as libraries should be of course, but too quiet for you to stay sane. Cold air swept through the ventilation systems, sending chills up your spine you wouldn’t dare attribute to the standoff currently happening. Part of you wondered if an animatronic was capable of hearing heartbeats. You hoped their hearing wasn’t that advanced.

The staring never ceased, no matter how many pages of your book you flicked through. Moon’s gaze was unnerving, which you supposed just made him better at his job of kicking out unwanted guests. You weren’t an unwanted guest, you hoped. Maybe you were right now. The tense silence was practically driving you up the wall, your mind running at a thousand miles an hour. You were supposed to be the intimidating one! Not this jerk-who-you-happened-to-really-enjoy-the-company-of! Shutting the book you were holding with a loud “thump!” and letting out a sigh, you broke the tense air.

“Look dearie, you’re not going to get anything out of me with that stare. Good try though!” You slid the book back where you had gotten it, and gave your animatronic friend a strained grin. Neither of you believed your words, and you knew it. You have a reputation to maintain, however. God, you were tired.

You stepped down from the stool you stood on, relinquishing the little comfort you got from being equal height to Moon. Leaning down to pick up the stool, you swore you heard a very artificial sigh. Eyes darting to where your companion currently stood, you watched as his arms uncrossed and one hand moved to his faceplate. You couldn’t see much further without giving away that you were looking at him though.

“Just-” He started, pausing momentarily. “Why? Can you at least tell me that, dearie?” His tone was dripping with venom, which was understandable given the situation. It’s not like you were the good guy here by any means. Or a victim, at that. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the charade sliding. Slapping a smirk back on your face, you stood up to meet Moon’s neverending gaze.

“No, I can’t.” You let out a small laugh, “Please don’t ask me again.”

He seemed revolted at your smile, squinting as any softness seemed to vanish from his posture. You kept on smiling though. This is what you could do. Make him scared, disgusted with your lightheartedness like everyone else. You were awfully good at that. Maybe you could just ignore the humanity cracking away at your heart. Ignore your erratic heartbeat, or just how cold you felt right now. You could do that. 

“I have to, you know I have to.” He pushed further, but you held. “Hell- I certainly can’t let you anywhere near the library unless you do!” Hands gesturing to your surroundings, his voice went from monotone to furious in the blink of an eye. “What am I supposed to tell Sun, huh?”

You had to physically restrain yourself from stating the obvious. You didn’t know. You didn’t know anything. So many times in your life had you heard that the world was your oyster, but right now it felt like the oyster shell was clamping down with you in it. Absentmindedly, you dropped the stool back into its place, making a loud thunk sound throughout the room.

“I’ll take care of it, Moon.” You clenched your teeth. The shell was closing. “Trust me.”

“That’s asking an awful lot of me now, starlight!”

“That’s why I’m asking.”

“Of course, so polite of you! Why don’t I just go on and tell him that the guy tripped on a rock?” He sneered, closing the little space that was between the two of you.

“Moon, please-” Your smile was falling. Slipping, slipping. Down and down into the rabbit hole, Alice. His arm reached towards you.

“‘Moon, please’ what? What could you possibly-!”

The shell shut with a slam.

“Stop! For the love of god- JUST STOP IT!” You barked, almost tripping while backing away from Moon. You slapped his arm away, just barely stopping yourself from unholstering your pistol. He stopped moving. Silence. You needed it to stop.

“I CAN’T explain it to you! I just can’t! All I’ve ever wanted was a place to belong, somewhere to call home and you guys gave it to me dammit! You are my home, and I’m sorry if I don’t want to fucking mess that up like I’ve done everything else by getting you involved in what I have to deal with every single damn day!” Hands running through your hair, you let out a heavy breath of air, lungs burning for the new oxygen.

“I have always tried to keep you out of it! Always! So please, sweetheart, just let me do my fucking job, and you do yours! There is nothing good that could possibly come out of me explaining why I saved your life, nothing!” You gripped your hair, warmth running down your face across your now-flushed cheeks. It was shameful, downright shameful. You knew it. It only made you want to curl up into a ball and hide from the world even more. The world was a blur now, and you could only scramble away from it. A hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you as you met Moon’s gaze once again.

He was taken aback, judging by his now widened eyes, but still holding onto your wrist. No words were spoken. You were scared. He was scared.

“I-” Speaking up, Moon stopped himself. He pulled you in, and you didn’t have any will to protest. Arms wrapped around you, only mildly warmer than the freezing air temperature.

“Tomorrow, then.” His face plate rested on your frazzled and unkempt hair when he finished.

“...Tomorrow.”

#I completely forgot about the fluff thing until halfway through writing this lmao #so sorry but I still hope you enjoy #fnaf moon #library mob au #moon x reader