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sparrowrye · 1 month

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 21

Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

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Part 21: new things

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Winter came and with it lots of new things.

For starters, Lucifer and I found out how to let the shadow souls move on. I had to give them my own energy and hand them off to him. While he wasn't the one who made judgement on a soul, he had the power to send the soul to those who did.

The only problem with this was that it required Lucifer's presence and left me utterly exhausted. I had killed hundreds of opponents as a ring fighter so letting them all pass would take a long time.

Another new thing was our Demon seamstress and architect, Arleen. She had lived on the surface for most of her life with her single mother, who taught her everything she knows of thread work. She helped her mother run her store while attending a big university for architecture. After the big Demon reveal, she and her mother ran for Hell, quickly realizing it wasn't that much better. There was no debate when she saw our posters.

She instantly became a celebrity in the haven. Not only did her Demon side stand out, beautiful red butterfly wings and a long, thin matching tail, but her charming personality caught all men, women, and children. She walked and spoke with an air of elegance and never turned away a sad soul. Althea was grateful for her since everyone had deemed the healer as also a therapist. She now had more time to herself.

Arleen was always making something. She had dozens of requests for certain types of clothes or outfits since everyone pretty much wore the same thing. Husker was in charge of a group that would go out to get the materials she needed.

She liked to spend time outside and thus, people would sit around her like children listening to a bedtime story while she worked on her current project. Althea and I both noticed a sense of overwhelment from her after the first month. I spoke to Vivian, our teacher, and she agreed to convince some of the older teenagers to start learning how to sew. Arleen worked well with the teenagers who felt like they were finally giving something back to their community.

Alastor and I had come up with the idea to keep the haven wrapped in a warm greenhouse during the day. Snow turned to rain as soon as it touched the 'shield' and the temperature was kept nice and warm. The responsibility switched between me, Alastor, Husker, and Charlie.

My relationship with Alastor was...increasing? Getting better? I felt a combination of nervousness and excitement whenever I was around him. I noticed he had a tendency to leave a rose nearby, whether that was in my room or on the side table when I was reading. He also initiated fleeting touches like our shoulders bumping or hands 'accidentally' brushing.

It soon became a habit for me to spend time in his room in the evening. I had grown comfortable enough that I laid on the window seat to read while he sat at the table to do his writing. I enjoyed seeing him in such a calm state. His glasses sat on the edge of his nose, eyes focused and jumping slightly to read the words and copy them down, his claws gripping the pen and moving it smoothly across the paper, and his long, elegant legs shifting every so often.

We had decided not to reinstate the deals. I didn't think it was necessary to try to keep him out of my head since he had been doing well with respecting my boundaries.

He didn't think it was necessary to keep our second deal since we usually started our evenings drinking each other's blood. He had found a way to use his magic to make it less painful and my style of magic could heal the wounds perfectly.

My decision to keep our first deal void was reinforced when nightmares started to plague me again. These were normal nightmares but they weren't any less terrifying. I dreamt of Reagan being killed by Blackwater or turning on me and driving a knife into my heart. I dreamt of Blackwater trapping both Alastor and I and killing him in front of me.

After most of the nightmare had happened, Alastor's presence would seep into my mind and push the fear out. He couldn't nix it altogether, but it was better to feel the after-comfort.

Blackwater had gone underground again. His factories had been abandoned, minus all the inventions and everything, and remained hidden from everyone's radar. I somehow always managed to bring him up, Alastor patiently trying to tell me everything would be fine.

"We will know if he even comes close to the haven," he answered one night.

"But we won't. I didn't even feel his presence in the forest before he hit me. He can hide himself somehow."

"We have a large group, dare I say close to an army, of Demons who are constantly watching out for danger on our borders. He will be found."

"What about the ocean? He could come...from...there..." My words slowed as Alastor stood up to remove his jacket, revealing a red button up underneath. He had straps over his shoulders from his waistband and a single one over his chest to connect them. He draped the jacket over the back of the chair and returned to his seat. His eyes found mine.

"I do enjoy making you speechless," he mused, face in his palm.

My face reddened. I wanted to make a retort but failed, the words dying on my tongue. I let out a huff and returned to my book. I was lounging comfortably on the window seat, wind softly whistling against the glass.

I'm not sure when, but Alastor had begun signing along to the radio. Not humming. Singing. It took one song to have my book on my stomach and eyes closed. I felt his mind brush mine and let him push through. My entire body felt comfortably warm, as if he was embracing me, something I doubt he's done since his mother and sister passed.

No words could describe the state I was in. Content, happy, and safe are all good words, but they still couldn't capture it. I was practically in a trance from the sound of his radio filtered voice singing the soft tunes. I didn't want it to stop. I could stay like this for all of eternity.

Smoke, like a bonfire, reached my noise a second before it was replaced by a rainy, earthy scent. I pushed further, wanting to surround myself with nature where I belonged. I felt like I was in a patch of tall, soft grass and rolling around in it on a summer afternoon.

My dreams continued. I found myself flying through the sky and through the soft clouds, or down in a stream enjoying the cool running water over my face. Nature was beautiful. Nature was safe. I wanted to meld myself and become one with it.

I stretched out my arms and legs, lazily pulling myself out of the sweet dream. It was the best I had slept in...ever. I felt refreshed and warm, perfectly comfortable and unwilling to get out my bed.

But it wasn't my bed.

My heart skipped a beat as I realized the sheets were not mine. I slowly lifted my head to find Alastor asleep beside me, head turned away and a single hand underneath the pillow.

I forced my claws to retract so I wouldn't puncture the soft sheets. I ran a hand over my body to feel my clothes still on me. I didn't believe he would do something like that but it was an innate fear.

The room was dark, save the single day of sunlight managing to poke through the heavy red curtains. The air felt thick and heavy, not in a suffocating way, but in a way that said nothing and no one had moved in hours. The fire was dead and his papers were still scattered on the table, pen and glasses sitting atop.

I turned back to look at him, half expecting him to be smiling at me, but he remained asleep. His chest rose and fell with every breath he took. He wore a black long sleeve of some kind but the rest of him was hidden under the covers.

I used my magic to stay as quiet as possible as I climbed out of bed. He stirred and I froze. When his eyes didn't open, I continued. I had backed all the way to the door, hand on the handle, when his voice suddenly sliced through the silence, "I'm awake, you know."

My breath caught in my throat. My hand tightened around the handle as he moved to sit up. His hair was a little messy and his eyes were half open as he fought off sleep.

"I-I was trying to be quiet," I stuttered. "I'm s--I'm sorry. I'll leave." Before he could say anything, I slipped out of his room and closed the door behind me. I looked at my own door but froze. Standing in the hallway, at the top of the stairs, was Angel Dust. Husker's old, small room neighbored mine.

We just stared at each other for a moment. Our minds were trying to register what the other was doing. Angel recovered the fastest and had a wide grin on his face.

"Doing more than kissing?" he teased.

My face turned bright red. I ran for my door but before closing it I said, "Guess the haven doesn't have a lot of privacy."

I stayed in my room until I felt Husker's presence go down the stairs. In my usual attire, I made breakfast with him in the kitchen. We were both comfortably silent as we cooked and moved expertly around the counter.

Once we sat down, my ears picked up Alastor's movement. I heard his shadow going through the walls and picked up conversation to avoid any with him.

"So, how's Angel?" I asked.

He was pouring alcohol into his coffee. He looked at me sideways. "How should I know?"

"Because he was coming out of your room this morning."

All his fur stood up and he choked on his coffee, earning a laugh from me. "It's not what you think. We were just..."

"Sleeping together?" Alastor manifested behind us, making us jump. He was back in his usual attire.

"We weren't having sex if that's what you're trying to get at." An angry cat growl murmured in the back of his throat.

"Just sleeping next to each other?" I offered, using all my effort not to look at Alastor and keep my voice casual.

"Exactly. Now shut up and eat." He shoved the plate closer to me.

"You know," I said next, trying to avoid any silence with Alastor around, "maybe you should request something from Arleen. Get you a top to match these." I gently tugged on the straps over his shoulders.

"Maybe I'll go back to the color orange." He made a pointed look at Alastor who was staring out the window over the sink.

"Go back?"

"I used to wear orange a lot before I came under Alastor. Apparently he thought I looked better in red."

"Indeed you do," Alastor agreed, not yet looking over at us. It made me nervous not to see his face, but I wasn't sure I could handle meeting his eyes either.

We ate in silence for the most part. Once we had finished, Husker noticed the time on the wall and panicked. He had to run out to get more materials and resources with his group. I told him not to worry about the dishes and he nuzzled his nose to the side of my head as a thank you. It felt good to have a brother figure.

The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I moved to the sink to wash the dishes. Alastor moved to stand by the backdoor, arms folded behind his back and eyes on me. I was too nervous to see if he had his cane or not.

I took my time cleaning the dishes since it was just plates and silverware for two. He remained dead silent until I inevitably finished, dried, and put them away.

I dried my hands and finally met his eyes. "What is it?"

"Did I overstep?" His radio filter was off.

I looked at him for a moment, hands mindlessly drying nothing on my skin. I touched our minds and felt a small pulse of nervousness that wasn't my own. He was genuinely concerned.

"I don't...I don't think so." I hung the towel on the cabinet handle and slid my hands in my pants pocket. "I mean...I think that was the best sleep I've ever had."

The bottom of his eyes scrunched a little and his eyebrows lifted, telling me the smooth smile was genuine now. He crossed the kitchen to stand in front of me, hand out and waiting.

"I had a restful sleep myself. Perhaps we can make it more frequent?"

His forwardness was making my face warm and my heart run twice its speed. It caught in my throat and I had to swallow before I answered, placing my hand on top of his and watching each claw slowly enclose around it. He turned it over and placed a light kiss on the back of my hand.

"That would be nice."

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Author's Note:

Touch starved, my little devils? I've had this scene stuck in my head since like A1 part 17

Also, welcome new OC Arleen!

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acuriousgirl123 · 8 months

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Be sure to do a good job in storing and maintaining your jacket!

Two years ago, I bought a high-quality jacket to keep me warm in the cold winter. However, since I knew very little about proper storage methods, I made a fatal mistake. I placed the jacket haphazardly in my closet without noticing its special needs.

A year later I was very disappointed when I decided to take out last year's jacket. It loses its former fluffy and warm effect and looks messy. I deeply regret it as I could have continued to use it but due to careless storage, it became useless.

However, I didn't give up. I decided to buy another jacket. This time I chose the Orolay jacket. I heard that it has excellent warmth and high-quality production. At the same time, I am also determined to learn the correct way to store jackets to ensure that my jackets this year will be in good condition for a long time.

I began to carefully study how to store jackets correctly and took a series of measures. First, I purchased a breathable jacket bag to keep the jacket ventilated when not in use. Second, I learned that jackets should not be compressed, so I placed them loosely on the top shelf of my closet. Most importantly, I maintain a dry and suitable storage environment, away from moisture and direct sunlight.

When winter comes this year, I can't wait to take out last year's Orolay jacket and check its status with anticipation. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it still maintained its fluffy and soft texture, just like a new purchase. When I put it on, I immediately felt its warm and cozy properties.

This experience taught me the importance of storing jackets correctly. By learning the right techniques, I protected my jacket so that it could continue to provide me with warmth and comfort. I learned a valuable lesson from this and will be more careful about how to properly store my clothing in the future.

This year, I will continue to enjoy the warmth and fashion brought by Orolay jackets. And, I love knowing that with the right storage methods, I can ensure it will stay with me for winters to come.

#orolay

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ps-i-dont-even-know · 3 years

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Devil may cry parent headcanons

Dante

He probably is a fun dad but at the same time don't leave your kids with him, it would be a disaster

Will wake up to crying at 12 am and try to put the kid back to sleep, ends up with both of them watching tv instead

This man will do anything with your kid, they want to go to the park, sure he'll have to keep an eye on them. They want to see the movies, sure has to be below pg or he will never hear the end of it from the nightmares his kids have. Want to go to the zoo, sure he just needs to make sure they don't go into the exhibit.

He will play dress up and tea time with them. He will put on a dress and have them do his makeup just so he can go to tea time, and might start some beef with Mr teddy for stealing his cupcakes, but he will do it proudly.

He will try to do their hair in the morning for school, again he is not the best at it and will probably give them crooked pigtails, he's trying he really is.

Can't cook for shit, I'm sorry if you think he could cook please take a look at all the pizza box stored around his shop. Like he will take cooking lessons or watch cooking shows but dear god how do you set fire to milk.

He will always be there for his kid to vent even if he doesn't know how to respond he will sit and let them rant about stuff, also trying to cheer them up because he doesn't want to see them sad

If they brought their homework to him he would be confused he can barely pay his bills i don't think he knows how to do math, but drama he will rock that stuff his acting skills are on point even if it's cheesy

Will waste all his money on the kid, toys, clothes, video games, you name it he will buy it and give to the kid

Remember how I said not to leave your kid alone with Dante yeah, he may or may noteave his weapons/devilarms around for the kids to grab them, like halfway of Dante walking into the main room and he sees ebony in his kids mouth he tricksters all the way to them and quickly grab ebony before anything bad happens, but the kid will start crying and he has to find something for them to mess with or he'll get a headache

He accidently devil triggered in front of his kid now depending on which one he get two responses and he's expecting screaming for both, but if its regular dt like humanish looking one, "woah, dad grew scales and wings, are you a lizard king?" Now its his Sin Dt he would get "Oo, daddys a gaint dragon" for both case they will proceed to touch his scales? And will be all over him trying to climb him to the point he literally has to switch out of dt so they don't get hurt. Also he's a heat source for winter if the heating doesn't get paid for.

If his kid comes out as any of the lgbtq+ he would be supportive and loves them for who they are, I also see him being apart of it too.(I know a few people see him as asexual I do too, as well as bisexual)

Vergil

Look this guy probably has no clue what he's doing, even if we wish he could've taken care of Nero (at least I do) he didn't and now he has another kid to take care

Please help him hold the baby, he can't properly do it at all, he's just holding them by their chest and staring at them with confusion as the child cry, "why won't they stop screaming?"

He will get the hang of taking care of the kid, but please don't leave him alone with them for long he still has no clue what he's doing half the time

"Hey can I hang out with (insert name) at the mall?", "Do I know their mom?", "Uh, no", "Do I know their dad?", "No" Then that settles it, you can't go", "But-", "No buts, if I don't know their parents you can't go, and that's finale"

Can he cook, probably but he's been in hell for most of his life and doesn't know what he's doing half the time. Thank god for cooking shows and book he at least tries a learn how to cook, and doesn't burn anything unlike someone else

He will read the kids William Blake or other bed time stories before bed time, and will do activities where they try to make up poems he has to thank Nero for the idea

Speak of Nero, if Vergil has a mission he will leave his kids with him, he's not trusting Dante at all. Nero absolutely loves his step siblings even if their like a few years younger than him, they will either play with the other kids at the orphanages or play Nero which consist of Video games, sometimes sword fights if they beg long enough, or just talk about the stuff their dad and uncle does that are stupid and make fun of them for it.

Also that one dad to try and help with math homework but makes the kid cry because they don't understand the problem and he's yelling at them "What's 2 x 2?" Its traumatizing please someone tell him to cool it or his kid is going to have problems when it comes to yelling and math, also complains how he didn't learn it that way as a kid, I promise you he was homeschooled.

Now his kids can vent to him but he has no clue what to do nor have much good advice but he will give what he knows even if it's not the best.

This can go many ways, this man know his kid is getting bullied he will go down to the school with the Yamato and threaten someone's life, give his kid the sword for them to deal with it instead, or use some brain cells and deal with it like civil people and we hope he chooses the last one

Now he's a little careful with his devil trigger and doesn't want to scare his kids, but its by accident really and he expects screaming, just like Dante he gets two responses. Regular dt and I'm going off of 4 because I don't think he has one in dmc5, "Dad, why didn't you tell me/us your secretly a bug, don't worry well keep you away from shoes." If its Sin Dt, "Wow, your a dragon this whole time, does this mean I'm also a dragon, where do you keep your stashed gold?", I feel like for his regular dt they will sometimes smack him with a fyswatter and he has to turn out of his sin dt quickly because they want to mess with the fire coming out of him.

If his kids come out as lgbtq+ he will be supportive and a little confused because he has no clue what it is. They have to explain what it means and what their sexuality means, he'll still be supportive and loves his kids no matter what they are

Nero

Out of Vergil and Dante, he's probably the one who knows more about taking care of kids since he grew up with them in an orphanage and takes care of them

I feel he's like a mix between Dante and Vergil, Fun dad but will put his foot down on somethings

If its a girl you bet he will go out to a store at whatever time it is and buy then pad/tampon when their monthly comes no questions asked he just knows. If its a dude he will give the talk, not just protection but what not to do, like when a girl tells him to stop he needs to stop, no advancing on or anything like that (I feel like the no advancing will also go for the girl)

Doesn't do favoritism, he hates that stuff since he technically dealt with it as a kid, if one kid ask why he loves the other more than them he will shut that down quickly and tell them he loves them equally and will move moons for them to both be happy

Best cook hands down, and will let his kids help if they want to but keeps them away from sharp objects. He will also take them out to dinner if he doesn't want to cook

He's decent with homework, and goes about it in a fun learning experience for the both of them, if they get an answer right they get a point that they can trade for something special later kne, if they get it wrong they will go over it again, but still get a point because no favoritism. He also help make a volcano, but also put a little extra pizzazz to it, and might have caused the whole kitchen to be a different color now.

His kids can vent to him, he will understand and try to help give advice for some issues, also takes them out of the house to do something they want to do to cheer them up

He will encourage his kids to follow what they want to do, play a sport? He will show up to every game, even if that means giving Dante his mission he will. A club? He will make sure they have everything they need for that club and be on time for it, be it art, book, yearbook, student council, etc. They want to do boy scout/girl scout, he will make sure he gets them a vest and help put pins on as well. He will be the number one supportive dad

As soon as his kid comes to him crying about how some other kid is bullying them he will be mad, he'll reassuring his kid that they are amazing first, then go to the school, if they don't do anything he will go straight to the parent and make sure that their kid doesn't mess with his anymore.

Will watch anime with them, if they agree that is don't want your dad into your stuff. But like he's absolutely into it, he seems like the person to like Bleach (this was not intentional I complete forgot that the voice actor for Nero also did Ichigo) or Cowboy Bebop. Maybe sailor moon but you won't hear him say it

Look he's really new to the devil trigger business, the only thing close he had was that ghost creature, so keeping this thing in check and not popping up randomly is hard. His kids reaction are, "You hair is longer, are you like rapunzel, oh wait you have wings and a crown your an angel. Oh can I braid your hair please," of course he will let them braide his hair he can't say no to a pouting face, they also will poke his wings to see if their real.

He will definitely support his kid if their aprat of the lgbtq+, will buy them flags, merch, you name it. He want his kid to feel safe and loved

Lady and Trish

Look I can't separate these two, when I first saw them I thought they were girlfriends, and I can't let that go. But these two would definitely be the fun and protective mom

So considering Trish and Lady are both females they definitely have to adopt of course, now Lady may not know if its half demon or full, but Trish does and she probably would help the kid when they get older since she knows about the demon body considering she has one, if its human Lady knows the most about the stuff going on when they get older and has I already planned out.

Now Lady has to be the protective mom because the shit happen with her dad she definitely doesn't want anything bad to happen to their kid, and Trish is like you do you kid if you get hurt you learn from it "its the demon way of raising" she says. Though she still will watch over them and make sure they don't get themselves severely hurt

They will buy their kid anything, and take them out shopping. It's like a spin the wheel of pay to see if they will pay for the stuff or put it under Dante's name for shits and giggles

Lady has to like keep her weapons locked up somewhere safe, unlike Dante, she's more careful with her weapons

If their kid is mad or something Trish will take them to some deserted area with some random stuff she found that isn't in use and have their kid throw it in the air so she can blow it up with her lighting, you know to blow steam off

Trish or Lady tell their kid the stupidest thing Dante has done or said, if they visit Dante please note one will scream if Dante says something about a soul, "I should have been the one to fill your dark soul with Light" and get the voice crack right too, he will look so embarrassed

Now Trish might not know anything about homework she'll support the best she can but Lady knows most of the stuff and will help.

Trish will tell their king everything about Hell, who's in charge, what creatures are there, the history of it all. Its a great learning experience until you tell them that the female demons kill the male after finishing mating

If they are out in public and some guy is hitting on their kid and their tell him no, protective mom mode is on. Mostly Lady has to stop Trish from frying thr guy, but Lady will give the man a price of her mind saying if he tries to do this shit again with her kid he will be going home with a foot straight up his ass. So now no man tries to hit on her

Definitely let the kids go venting to them, they give the best cuddled, some good advice, and shopping if they say someone's bullying them they will see that the parent deals with their kid.

They knew their kid was apart of lgbtq+, of course their supportive of who they are, they are dating of course. They will take them to a pride march in June

Kyrie

Look, LOOK, she is an amazing mom, so caring but also will put her foot down on somethings

Besides Nero she is a good cook and baker, while she doesn't want kids in the kitchen while she's cooking will will have them help with baking sweet

Reads bedtime stories and tucks her kids in and kiss goodnight (ugh my heart hurts I love this)

She will play video games with her kids mostly on the wii, she still the champion on Mario Kart and Just Dance no one has taken their spot yet, even Nero tries

Packs lunch for her kids and puts a note in it telling them that she loves them and hope they have the best day

She does worry about them from time to time when they go over a friends house, only because of what happened to her brother and then Nero she doesn't want anything to happen to her kids

Tells them not to climb the tree in their backyard, what does one of them do, they climb it and accidently falls down. She goes to them saying "You know I told you not to do it, and you did it anyways, you need to be more careful and listen to me. I'm not doing this because I'm being uptight I'm doing this for your safety I want you to be able to do the things you want in the future"

I feel like she's the same way with friends like Vergil, if she doesn't know the parents then you can't go out or over their house

She is really a good listener and help with advice, so venting to her is a really great idea also will ask about your feelings and how your doing someday, like she knows your in a sad mood

She also good with homework, I feel like she wanted to become a teacher as well as study for it, but instead stuck with taking care of orphans, so she probably homeschools her kids too

She also makes the kids clothes time to time, they have little sweaters or shirts that are soft and comfortable

She is so supportive of her kids if they come out lgbtq+, she doesn't care as long as their happy thats all that matters.

Nico

Now I love Nico amazing and pretty girl but don't leave a child with her, just like Dante it will be a disaster, but she probably would try to be a better parent than her since he technically wa this weird freaky man who experimented on demons or was weird.

Let's start with teaching the kid every swear word she knows and tells them to go up to Nero call him one of those names, she will hear her name being screamed and find an angry Nero going over to her as she burst into fits of laughter

Will be extra pair of arms when getting a tool they need for fixing the van, when Nero does understand what a Dohicky is

I think Nico can cook, its decent not bad or good, she did nearly burn the van down from trying to cook turkey.

She will try and cut back on smoking or at least not doing it when the kid is around because its bad for them, Nero scoffs because she nags him when he tells her to stop, but not her kids

Now her kids could bring homework to her, like he's good in math, engineering, and probably biology, but she'll act as if she never even seen the stuff in her life, because she wants to get her learn it and not her just giving them the answer. But if their kid is in a science fair I bet she will help make something totally child friendly(its not really), it kind of gets her and her kid ban from doing anymore science fairs.

She will teach then everything she knows about Demon, mostly the biology of it, and when Nero brings a demon part for his breakers, she goes in explain how she turns them into those.

Will tease her kids if they talk about their crush, she's a huge teaser so saying something about someone they really like or anything its a mistake, she will embarrass them in front of their crush, but she means well

If they try to change the channel of the radio she swats their hand saying the driver picks the music and the passenger has to sit and listen.

If she's busy with something she will let Nero and Kyrie babysit her kids, she trust them and the kids love Nero and Kyrie.

Tries to teach her kids how to drive when their of age to learn, but Nero and Kyrie won't let her considering how she drives and that the instructor is more legal to do it.

No but she will tease her kid a bit if they come out lgbtq+ too, of course she supportive I kind of see her being apart of lgbtq+ as well

*Bonus because it seemed reasonable to just put this one here like this*

Nero, Dante, Vergil, Lady, Trish, Nico

They will teach their kid self defense, and how to use a weapon. While they rather their kids have a normal life instead of a demon hunter for many reasons, they at least want their kid to take care of themselves if they find themselves in a situation where their life is on the line

#devil may cry #devil may cry vergil #dante devil may cry #nero devil may cry #devil may cry headcanons #dmc kyrie #devil may cry nico #devil may cry lady #devil may cry trish #devil may cry headcanon

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leia-imogen · 3 years

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aaron & the family he's found all by himself; vol. 2 // vol. 1

( ft. short jokes, a belated birthday shopping trip, & an ultra-chaotic winter break )

( for @criswisstuff & anyone who enjoyed the first one <3 )

savannah, who is 5'9, is constantly teasing aaron and cleo for being short. katelyn's good at 5'6, and also a bit impossible to tease bcs she's the actual best, so she gets to escape this

cleo ( 5'2 ) is perfectly delighted to have someone shorter than her for once in her life, even by only 2 inches

aaron: guys, just try and see this from my point of view

sav: [ collapses ]

katelyn: [ crouches down ]

cleo: [ sits cross-legged on floor ]

aaron: dude you're literally 2 inches taller than me

cleo: 2 and a quarter

sav is so smug about this but in a good-natured way, in that she and cleo call aaron "kid" or "kiddo" or "pipsqueak" and he doesn't mind bcs they always say it w such a huge smile and he likes to respond to sav with "how's the weather up there, tall-ass?"

and katelyn thinks it's ridiculously adorable how tiny aaron is and obviously she uses him as an armrest all the time

katelyn, petting aaron's hair: guys guys omg he's like an angsty mini blond kitten and i would kill for him <3

sav, popping up between them: mini-yard :))

before i get super distracted, i just wanna mention that aaron met sav and cleo towards the end of november, so they missed the twin's birthday

but sav still insists that she must take him shopping bcs sure his fashion sense is fine but there's always room for improvement, isn't there, aaron??

he relents, so long as she and cleo and katelyn ( who already gave him a birthday present?? why's she doing this??? ) don't spend too much money

sav drags him all around south carolina to the best thrift stores she can find and cleo and katelyn are amazed that she can get such fantastic deals on the supermodel clothes she wears

fr she's literally a fashion design major ( + minoring in business management ) and she shows up to class in skilfully done drugstore makeup and an absolutely killer outfit for like 15 bucks

she grew up poor, and she's still poor now, even if she ( thankfully ) managed to scrape a cheerleading scholarship

sav, flicking through a rack of dresses labelled $4 apiece: RIP to little miss rich bitch reynolds but i'm different ;)

no hate to allison she's awesome but she grew up in the lap of luxury surrounded by designer brands so she knows NOTHING about thrifting and rationing money in general

oh and sav and allison have kind of a frenemies thing going on bcs they're both fighting for the top spot of their fashion design course

they spend the whole day shopping and aaron ends up with a highly upgraded wardrobe that contains a lot of cute pastel stuff and sav's promise to do his makeup

aaron insists on paying for dinner at the really nice pizza place a short drive from campus even tho they all protest

and andrew knows he's found new friends, but has no idea that it's the vixens and he's dating one of them. nicky does tho, but he's sworn to secrecy

nicky thinks his new clothes are adorable and is stunned when aaron tells him the total cost

"oh my GOD that girl sounds like a genius."

"yeah, her name's sav. you guys,, would get along, i think."

okay now for the winter break part!!

i think that you can get permission to stay at dorms if you're an international student or something??

anyways since sav's super upset bcs her father straight-up told her not to come home bcs he has a new girlfriend ( god i hate sav's father )

katelyn would stay with her, but her dad can finally have her home in new york for christmas and she really doesn't want to miss it

cleo, the only one with a properly functional family, is going back to her big family house and loving parents and grandma and aunt and siblings and cousins. love that for her.

so aaron and sav are stuck at psu for 2 weeks and aaron's surprisingly cool with this. and sav's excited bcs for the first time since her mom died, she can spend her christmas with someone she actually wants around instead of her shitty-ass father and his constant stream of bitchy girlfriends

they spend a lot of time together, stealing food from the athlete's dining hall to make their own weird combos, which usually ends with aaron making something Cool and Interesting and sav gagging and spitting out whatever strange concoction she had previously insisted would taste good

i literally can't bring myself to give a shit about the twinyards' deal bcs andrew literally became best friends with renee?? and hooks up with guys at eden’s??? idk what's going on there but it's like andrew is trying to control aaron's life while he can do whatever he wants??? and honestly wtf????

also let me just make it clear that i ADORE andrew so so much he's one of my favourite comfort characters ever but i'm not gonna make excuses for his shitty behaviour. i fully believe he heals and puts away his pride to apologise to aaron, nicky, and kevin for his treatment of them

that's definitely not to say that aaron's internalised homophobia isn't eww, but with so many important people in his life gay, he makes a huge effort to get over it

so andrew just thinks that aaron is spending a lot of time in the library or out with nicky or something

and when aaron tells sav about this deal, she's kinda horrified, but it's pretty clear to her that aaron so desperately wants to fix his relationship with his brother, and she's not in any place to discourage him, is she?

the only thing she can do is hope that he won't come out all the worse for it

and stare at the boy curled up on the other end of the pale pink sofa cleo's parents had gotten, wonder just how much shit he'd been put through, and decide she was going to be his best friend

aaron's face has gone entirely impassive. sav nudges his fluffy-socked foot with her own, then reaches out to smooth the crease between his eyebrows. "careful, you'll wrinkle your pretty little face."

aaron is very caught off guard by this, and very promptly flushes bright red, which contrasts with the pale teal hoodie he stole from katelyn

"okay, enough talk about depressing crap. wanna go make christmas cookies now?"

"yeah."

so they make christmas cookies. well, it was supposed to be christmas cookies, but it turns into double chocolate fudge cookies somewhere along the line. neither of them knows how

them baking together is the definition of chaos. they're still blasting songs, and sav is singing along terribly

"yOu'Re A mEaN oNe, Mr. GrInCh," while poking aaron's cheek as he tries to mix something. he throws a handful of flour at her. "yOu ReAlLy ArE A hEel."

anyways obviously sav retaliates and that ends in a flour fight. it only stops when aaron deadass cracks an egg on sav's head and she smears chocolate into his hair

she also tries to make him sing along to baby, it's cold outside

"i'Ve GoT tO Go `wAAyyy~" she holds a spatula up to his face

"go away."

they video call katelyn, who takes one look at the mess in the cramped dorm kitchen and sighs so loudly and dramatically that her dad pops in and asks if everything's okay

aaron freezes up at the sight of him and sav quickly turns off the camera, bcs they both want to make good impressions on him, and being covered in various cookie ingredients just won't cut it, ya know?

the cookies turn out delicious and sav sends all their group chat various photos of the process, most of which consist of selfies with her making goofy faces while aaron is simultaneously baking and flipping off the camera

plus a several videos of sav enthusiastically dancing and mouthing the lyrics of, as follows, all i want for christmas is you, let it snow, and santa claus is coming to town and aggressively pointing a spatula at aaron

"c'mon aari, just sing! please??? please???? please you can do it i believe in you!!"

finally he just. gives up. "okay, you know what? fine, i'll sing to ONE and then you will STOP bothering me you insolent dumbass."

sav beams. santa baby starts playing. aaron is very clearly going through five stages of grief in 0.5 seconds

"go on," sav says sweetly as she slides in next to a pouting aaron, "i'll sing with you."

sav slings an arm around his shoulder and sways with him, so it's just her doing that and him grumpily mumbling the lyrics

and when the cookies are cooling down, they start cleaning the kitchen up. aaron rubs some spilled egg yolk into sav's hair but it goes pretty okay otherwise, since they're just listening to more christmas songs and chatting about light stuff, like aaron's biochem course, sav's fashion course, and their dumb classmates

aaron mostly listens tho, and learns that sav kind of hates allison reynolds for giving up her inheritance when she would do ANYTHING for even the tiniest fraction of that money

but she still thinks allison's gorgeous bcs c'mon

and that sav's dream is to one day open her own boutique!!

aaron spends most of the actual christmas day with the monsters at eden's bcs nicky and andrew wanted to

he spent a lot of the time texting on their group chat

doessavvyisgay: so u just go to a nightclub every week??

unaliveme: i mean yeah, i literally worked here for a while. we needed money and nicky was already working 2 jobs night and day

actualblessing: babe ur backstory is so tragic

unaliveme: i'm a fox for a reason ig

cleo.magda: Yes but-

doessavvyisgay renamed this conversation "aaron miniyard support group"

unaliveme: oh ffs

unaliveme: sav subject change go

doessavvyisgay: i'm at the clothes store what should i get?

actualblessing: something pretty :)

doessavvyisgay: sorry, i can't buy the cashier

cleo.magda: Wow.

doessavvyisgay: I DID GET HER NUMBER THO

unaliveme: lmaooo what's her name?

doessavvyisgay: uh

unaliveme: savannah istg u don't even know her name??

actualblessing: s a v

actualblessing: damn u really do be turning on the Charm tho

actualblessing: respect i didn't even talk to aaron till i asked him for notes bcs he has rly pretty notes and also a rly pretty face

actualblessing: and even then i was like :0

unaliveme: IT WAS CUTE I PROMISE

doessavvyisgay: u 2 = the only valid heterosexual couple

actualblessing: rt

unaliveme: oh shit i'm getting super drunk

cleo.magda: Aaron, you drink? That's not legal, get out of there right now. Kids these days-

unaliveme: cleo u have literally seen me get drunk af,, the first time we met,,, and anyways this is how my family bonds ✌🏻

doessavvyisgay: that's. so damn weird kiddo but go off ig

actualblessing: no go find better things to bond about other than alcohol and weird sweaty dancing

cleo.magda: Yeah, go watch some Christmas movies!

unaliveme: nicky makes us watch die hard every year

doessavvyisgay: see u in hell, kiddo ;)

cleo.magda: I meant things like The Polar Express and Home Alone.

actualblessing: merry christmas ya filthy animals!!

doessavvyisgay: merry xmas y'all i'm gonna go to that christmas party bcs i'm super bored

unaliveme: merry christmas mothers and fuckers

cleo.magda: Merry Christmas, you guys!

#aaron & the family he's found all by himself #okay this was most aaron and sav centric #but i love them so.#aftg headcanons #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #aaron minyard headcanons #the vixens #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #twinyards #nicky hemmick #katelyn aftg #katelyn finley #sav jameson #cleo magdalene

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ichika27 · 3 years

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Mairimashita! Iruma-kun s2 ep21

Last episode for this season!

It’s strange we’re only getting 21. It feels like an awkward number to end on since many other anime that goes on for 20+ episodes have at least 24-26. Oh well, s3 has been announced so it’s all good I guess.

It's still the Apocalypse (the last day of it) and Iruma is trying to finish all of his homework which seem to be going well. He had a lot to do due to homework being doubled.

Why was homework doubled? It's the consequence of a past action...

It was due to the bet from back at the Walter Park arc! They remembered about it (I kinda forgot about it, honestly, since so many things happened since then).

Grandpa Sullivan is the one to choose the winners and decided it was all of them making them all both the winners and losers of the bet. With this, both the prize and punishments applied - they were treated to an expensive meal but they also have to deal with a ton of homework. Kalego-sensei is pissed he had to pay for everyone’s food but was very happy to tell them that they will be suffering for the rest of the apocalypse.

Iruma worked hard and got through all the homework though.

This Apocalypse Iruma had: gone on vacation with his friends, went on a sleepover at a friend's house, and went on a date... so naturally, this time around he's spending time with family!

He and Grandpa are gonna go buy school supplies. I kinda missed when me and my family did that back in the day. I always found shopping for school supplies fun.

Due to the season's earlier events, Iruma has gotten pretty popular it seems so Grandpa gives him anti-recognition glasses for a disguise. Ain’t the boy cute? I dunno why but with anime characters, glasses actually either add or subtract from how good or bad their appearance is.

Haha this reminds me, there’s this anime called “Castle Town Dandelion” and the MC is a girl who hates standing out and in one episode, her sister gave her glasses that could allegedly do the same thing Iruma’s glasses here could. It doesn’t work like that and everyone just acted as if it does to make her feel better. Akane needed this version lol.

They're headed to Magical Street to go shopping! A new area has been introduced to both us and Iruma.

This is apparently where shops, parks and also teacher's dorms are located. I’m wondering why the teacher’s dorms are here when back in the episodes where Iruma joined the student council, it seems he and the student council members were staying over at school. Why isn’t the dorm for faculty members at school, too then? Weird.

Iruma's Grandpa is pretty popular, too. People crowded around him as soon as they saw him but doesn't recognize Iruma due to the glasses. Makes me wonder why Grandpa didn't wear ones himself lol.

Grandpa Sullivan isn’t just popular as he’s well-liked, too.

First, clothes shopping! Iruma tried on a coat as they need some for the upcoming winter. Grandpa decides these were good and takes an entire rack. Damn they're rich lol. He tells Iruma to just wear a different one everyday.

They're buying accessories next and Opera suggest that Iruma buy a collar for his familiar which is Kalego-sensei lol. Iruma knew it would not end well if he actually did that and declines. Opera is disappointed by this... they really want to mess with Kalego, huh?

I think it’s funny but I also pity Kalego-sensei. Having to deal with his senpai’s antics long after graduating. The nightmare of many former students.

Next they're buying books! God this makes me miss going to book fairs.

Grandpa tells the staff at the desk what books he wanted and each one he lists off automatically flies down next to him (pretty cool). Grandpa explains that Iruma would need a lot of books to learn more spells. They talked about the spell Fractal (which Iruma used to princess carry Ameri last episode) and Grandpa tells him that with enough practice, Iruma could also use it to be able to fly. Grandpa takes this chance to show-off to Iruma by using it to take down a shoplifter. Everyone in the store is amazed but Iruma's praise is the one Grandpa cares about the most.

They continue shopping for stuff. This was funny cause the way Grandpa said the lollipop's name reminded me of how Doraemon introduces the items from his pocket. Also, does this mean that lollipop has no expiration date?

The day ends with the two having a talk (Opera went and got the carriage). Iruma says he had a lot of fun at school which made his Grandpa happy knowing Iruma has gotten used to living here. Grandpa tells him that the new semester would be even more eventful than this one and showed him a poster of what I assume would be the festivals the other fans have been mentioning.

In the middle of their talk, Iruma suddenly asks Grandpa about how to become a Demon King (likely cause he overheard some people wondering aloud why Sullivan, a powerful demon, didn't want to take the job despite being qualified for it).

Grandpa is surprised and speechless for a moment but then becomes happy and says if Iruma is asking cause he wanted to be Demon King then Grandpa will support him. Iruma explains he’s just curious.

Flashback! It seems Grandpa used to work for the former Demon King, Delkiller.

Too bad his face is covered. I’m curious to know what he looked like when he was younger.

Oooh... we finally see him - the infamous Delkiller that's been talked about for a long time. His face isn't completely properly shown for now, I guess but he’s shown to be pretty huge. He seems lazy but he also takes pride in the Demon World he's created. The flashback ends here though.

His hair color reminds me somewhat of Evil Cycle! Iruma’s hair color...

We get a bit of lore info from Grandpa about Demon Kings.

Grandpa explains about the 13 Crowns - representatives of the Demon World who help govern it - and that to become a Demon King, one must possess the trust of every single one since they'd be the one to rule the Demon World.

He also explains the role and power of the Demon King - their word is law and they are the Demon World itself. Demons will do as they commanded. The Demon World is a reflection of whoever ruled it and right now, the Demon World is a fun place because Delkiller-sama was a fun person.

Grandpa explains that with all these in mind, he doesn't know if he'd even get the role someday if he wanted it or if he ever did, if he'd be worthy of it. It’s such a big thing after all.

If he did become the Demon King though, he says he'd do this: make the Demon World "Iruma"-themed lol. Seriously though, he says he'd support Iruma if he'd become the Demon King and would like to see what kind of world Iruma would create.

These statements are very ironic considering who would end up being future Demon King haha.

While Iruma said he didn’t want to become Demon King, he did end up thinking about it. What if he did become the Demon King?

Hmm... for someone who isn’t interested, he looked like he was thinking deeply about it.

They get back home and later that night, Iruma checked the stuff Granpa bought him.

Iruma finally gets a hold of the Demon King Prophecy! We've heard about the prophecy before but Iruma probably hasn't yet until now. After listing the stuff about the future king, there’s a shot of Iruma’s hand with his ring haha. Upon reading this, Iruma thought more about it: What kind of world would it become if he were to become the Demon King?

You’re not the only one wondering Iruma. I’m sure the rest of the fandom is wondering that, too.

The new semester begins! The entire Abnormal class is told that they now have to attain Dalet (4) rank before their second year begins as it's the minimum they'd need to graduate - failure results in them losing the Royal One classroom!

Not gonna lie, the shopping part of the episode reminded me of the scenes at the beginning of the firsts Harry Potter movies with them shopping at Diagon Alley. It’s fun and I got to see more of the Demon World. I wonder if they’d show us other places in the Demon World in the next season.

Grandpa happily doting on Iruma made me think that maybe it’d have been better for him if he had gotten to adopt Iruma as a child. Iruma is already a teenager and so their time they could spend together wouldn’t be as long or as often since Iruma had friends and busy with school. On the other hand, Iruma gained a lot of experiences in his crappy life before getting here and it did help him become the person he is. I guess the problem here is that he’s human and he probably ages faster than everyone else. :P

Like I mentioned before, it feels weird we only got 21 episodes this time. I was hoping there’d be another arc before the end of the season. There’s already a season 3 announcement and for next year, I think, so its all good. It might feel like a long time but I thought the same back when season 1 ended and now the finale for season 2 had just aired. Time flies fast.

I just wanna point out that in the last scene at the classroom when they were being told about the rank raising they gotta do, Agares is shown with his eyes visible. I’m glad they never put that mask back to cover his face cause he looks good haha. Glad they kept this detail.

Well, thank you for reading this and the other posts, too if you did. I guess we’d have to wait for season 3 now. I’m glad this show is popular enough to gain another season so fast. :)

#Mairimashita! Iruma-kun #welcome to demon school iruma-kun #sana_post

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osir-ethria · 3 years

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...... I have ideas and all but if anyone finds my head canons interesting enough feel free to ask me about a topic that I can turn into a head canon or scenario/drabble/mini story/one shot. If anyone does do this then fair warning I may not immediately respond or it may take me a bit to think of something or create said something. Or I may not choose to respond to it if I don’t feel comfortable to do so.

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For now, Happy B-Day Weiss! (I finally got an idea and it’s probably late to some people but it’s still May 15th for me so here we go.)

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How RWBYJNRWWWQEOK+AceOps and maybe Sun and Neptune act today... Maybe Raven and Tai too, I want Raven to join them and Tai to reunite. More so let’s just have the entire found family.

(Setting they are in a building, not a tent. Like maybe a room in Haven or after Salem fight and they survive but making sure the world doesn’t break is becoming stressful on the group because they were main figures in the war. Now hold leading positions that I won’t get into but y’know it be hard for them.)

First is the mutual agreement to LET WEISS SLEEP IN TILL LIKE NOON. They be letting the Ice Queen rest especially with all the bullshit she has to put up with on a daily basis and the fact she hasn’t slept properly in days.

Weiss does try to wake up, thinking it’s a normal day but it isn’t, Ruby pins her to the bed where she is laying on top of Ice Queen. Weiss doesn’t have the strength to resist and just lays there asking Blake and Yang for help but no response. She eventually passes out again and Ruby gives Weiss her cape before sneaking out.

Yang and Blake go out to get ingredients and anything they need to make a meal of the size of the party they are going host for Weiss.

Ruby is making cookies with the current ingredients, Yang’s style based on Summer’s recipe, and Winter is getting some coffee ready.

Whitley, Ren, and Jaune are organizing presents. I’ll list what they got Weiss.

Ruby: A pocketknife she made, girl be way into weapons. (I’m giving you choice here, choose the design.)

Yang: (She be making the cake but y’know) I like the idea she gets Bumblebee back and it would be upgraded. Taking Weiss on a ride with it.

Blake: Simple but gets the new White Fang badge with the Schnee insignia as an acceptance. Would offer to help her with duel wielding after learning that she can and had to do so when they fell.

Jaune & Neptune: They’d go off on how much of assholes they were during Beacon. Jaune for not taking “No” as an answer and Neptune acting the way he did. Weiss would get a good laugh then retaliate with “I was just as much of an asshole as you two but thanks for saying that.”

Ren: Would carve out the flower he associates Weiss with the most out of wood and paint it over perfectly.

Nora: Depending on the timeline either new kitchen ware or take over any manual labor tasks for the next week for her. Maybe both.

Willow: She found a store filled with puzzles of all sorts. Buy Weiss three and a book on puzzle making and concept. Probably get her a lot of information based books but she knows by now that Weiss likes them and isn’t weary on if it’s the right thing to buy.

Whitley (Depending on if CVFY joins then with Coco): New stylized clothing of both grouped “feminine” and “masculine”... Do you hear my sarcasm. They just styled and got tailored Weiss’ new wardrobe. Whitley has the courtesy of a sweater/hoodie with FIGHT on the back representing her response to Jacques’s abuse. Also got Winter one with ‘Flight to Fight’, Willow one with “Froze but Thawed”, and himself “Fawned but Freed”. Just something nice. (Klein got a hoodie with “True Schnee Dad” on it and I don’t take no for an answer).

Winter: Got Myrenaster sharpened, taking over all ‘logically enduring’ tasks of the next week that don’t require Weiss specifically. Going out to dinner the next day but that’s the next day. With the help of Ruby she picked out new jewelry. The one she thought would suit Weiss the most was a custom made necklace with silver, the Schnee emblem, and small rubies.

Klein: Did a stand up comedy act with his many split personalities with a little help from Neo. There, that’s Neo contribution. Acts like his butler self for the day which brings a rather nice nostalgia to a poor past.

Qrow: After years of traveling together, much to Winter’s dismay, he has allowed Weiss to refer to him as Uncle if she wants to. Paid for the material to her new wardrobe by Whitley and Coco.

Tai: Helps her with hand to hand combat. Knitted a sweater for her that has some goofy dad joke on it in reference to her. (Btw, as much as Weiss cringed she loves the damn thing.)

Raven: Goes on the whole apology, she did a big one for everyone but this one was directly for Weiss. She teaches Weiss how she made the dust blades and the whole concept, and to Weiss’s request, will be teaching Ruby the same thing. (I wouldn’t take it as an unknown thing, dust blades, but it’s difficult to craft and you need to master it perfectly.)

Emerald: Probably also put on something funny but this time she’d disguise herself as Jacques for an hour as Weiss goes all out on how much he hates him. Best thing to watch and the entire time Emerald has to keep herself from breaking down by the reminder that this is towards Jacques not her. After the whole ordeal Weiss hugs Emrald thanking her and said she acted him out perfectly.

(You guys got to think of other characters, I can’t think of anything else for presents right now while writing this.)

Weiss wakes up after, after Ruby finished cookies and Winter coffee and Klein a proper breakfast, and she is greeted by both of them along with Whitley and Willow. Ruby is smiling animatedly which always gets Weiss to grin, Winter sits down on the edge of the bed with a calmer smile but she has gotten better with emotion, Willow is at the edge with a motherly look that Weiss starts to cry a bit, and Whitley has climbed onto the bed and is on the other side of his sister, sitting there, smiling.

Ruby places her breakfast down before using her semblance in a quick burst to get directly to Weiss’s right side and lean on her. A few rose petals are there but nothing has been disturbed. (At this point the Schnees have gotten used to Ruby’s and Weiss’ closeness, either as partners or if you ship them like me then maybe more.)

After brunch she is dragged out by Ruby again to just lounge about the town or city. Weiss is saying that she should be doing tasks and Ruby is always responding with “nope” which leads Weiss to give up.

When dinner comes they go back and to Weiss’s surprise their entire group is there with presents, food, and a huge cake. They all scream happy birthday to Weiss and she starts crying. Past birthdays for her weren’t great and she has gotten used to smaller celebrations by her team, but seeing all those she considers family here, she breaks.

Gets all the hugs, Ice Queen deserves them.

Afterwards she just outright says-

“I honestly forgot it was my birthday, just thought everyone was being soft for no reason.”

Everyone is stunned but in the end everyone is laughing.

The rest of the night is a blast, everyone is having fun, Weiss roles her eyes at most of the presents or smiles genuinely. Just Weiss smiling the entire time because of pure joy. They get Sun to use a aura clone to take a picture of their entire group which is huge. That was using Velvet’s camera.

(Weiss treasures that photo like it’s more expensive than any jewel/gem one will find.)

As a last gift given by her team they all do a snuggle pile when they sleep. Yang holding all of them, Blake snuggling into Yang’s left side, Ruby either snuggling into Yang’s right side or Weiss, Weiss’s arms a little under Yang and just wrapping around far enough to just meet Blake, and Blake has her arm, like Weiss, going as far as it can.

It’s loving Weiss day and I wrote this as me showing how much I love her.

#weiss schnee #whiterose #rwby #team rwby #Happy B-Day Weiss #love the ice queen #I love her #my favorite character #loving weiss day #rwby weiss #rwby crew #found family

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Wishlist For Someone Special

Ok, so I'm feeling really sappy and just a little lonely. All my friends are boring and my family members are too young for me to take to do some stuff.

This is kind of a wishlist of things I wish I had someone to do with or look forward to doing eventually...not necessarily romantic, but I wouldn't mind if it was. (broskis, I ain't never been on a date, not even, like, a platonic one, so bear with me if it seems ridiculous)

Stargazing- lying on a blanket in an open field or in the bed of a truck, just watching the stars, pointing out constellations, and making up stories

Watching the Northern Lights- bundling up in our warmest winter clothing, grabbing a couple campchairs and hot chocolate as we watch them dance and flicker.

Laser Tag- sneaking around, just trying to one up each other, or being on the same team and still- try to one up each other😂

Paintball- a little more painful than laser tag, but still fun. Checking up on each other afterwards to make sure there aren't any really bad bruises

Graffiti- I've always liked the way it looks. I would love for someone to teach me, or for us to learn together in one of those public graffiti houses

A Willow Tree- I would love to find a weeping willow tree and climb it's branches, only to sit and read there with my loved one enjoying their company.

Just Drive- just take a roadtrip with someone I love, blasting music, laughing, singing, and snacking as we blaze down the roads. It doesn't have to be long.

Visit an Animal Sanctuary/Reserve- I find animals fascinating, but also find that sanctuaries and reserves are more educational and often more humane than zoos.

Volunteer at the Food Bank or SPCA- just general acts of service. They make me happy.

Pillow Fortress- I didn't really get to make blanket forts when I was younger, so I want to try doing something even bigger! I want to convert the couch into a cuddle palace.

Spontaneous Dancing- idk man, it just makes me really happy. My dad used to twirl and dip me when I was little, so that's probably where it started.

Cooking/Baking Together- so what if we make a bit of a mess? So what if we screw up the recipe? It doesn't matter, it was time well spent.

Cleaning Together- Growing up as an only child for ten years and then becoming the oldest means I've done chores alone for a long time. I want someone's company, maybe we'll talk, maybe we'll work in comfortable silence, or maybe we'll blast music. I don't care. I would be happy just to know I wasn't alone.

Learning One of Their Hobbies- I want to learn something they know!! Please, let me understand a little better, I just need them to be patient with me.

Forest Walks- especially in Fall. I want to walk down an old trail, listen to leaves crunch under our feet as more fall from above I want the blustery weather to give us rosy cheeks and noses by the time our walk is over.

Horseback Riding- I've done it before, but I would love to bring someone with me. You have more experience? Great! I love to see that confidence in you. You've done it a couple times? Yay, we're in the same boat! Never done it at all? That's ok! I'll do what I can to help you!

Outdoor Movie Night- we don't have drive- in theaters anywhere nearby, but give me a sheet, campchairs, and a projector? I've got us.

Indoor Movie Night- let's bundle up and cuddle together while we watch a new movie. Or maybe it's a classic. Idc.

Try New Food- let's go somewhere for lunch and pick something completely foreign...(I am not eating guinea pig again though, thanks.)

The Wharf- if one of us happens to live by the ocean, we'll be frequent visitors. Not necessarily the beach, bit on wooden planks where the salty sea air still reaches you. We can watch the boats come and go. (Fisherman's Wharf in B.C Canada is fun. There's a really good Mexican food place😂 There's a blind seal named Sammy that lives there, and you can buy a bucket of fish to feed him. Be careful though, seagulls are vicious, being pecked by one sucks...yes, I needed a bandaid and my finger was sore for a long time. Idk if it's still like that, it's been a while. Sorry, just reminiscing a bit.)

Painting- let's buy a couple canvases and paint and see what we can do! It doesn't have to resemble anything, just do what feels like you.

Splatter Painting- dear god I've wanted to try this for so long. Just full on globs of paint and flicking it towards the canvas. (I was never allowed to do it because it was seen as a waste of paint. I couldn't even do it with an old toothbrush on a small canvas😑)

Video Games!- Please teach me how to play! Video games are banned in my family. I mean, I've done Just Dance, but that's about it. Mobile games have been kept a secret...basically just teach me to play and don't make me feel bad about playing, and I'll love you forever, mkay?

Ice Cream Date- again, idk. The idea just makes me really happy, whether we're sitting in a small shop, eating and talking. Or maybe we're walking, maybe holding hands, trying to point things out to each other, but our hands are full, but there's no way we're letting go. Or maybe we're sharing a cup of ice cream on a park bench, just people watching.

Thrift Store Outfits- I want to go to a thrift store and pick out the most ridiculous outfits for each other. We don't have to go anywhere, but just humour me when we're alone by wearing whatever I found for you, and vice versa.

Writing- writing a poem, a atory, a quote, or learning calligraphy and just writing their name- I want to write something to you

Books- let's go to the library and choose a book for each other, one that neither of us have read so we can talk and ask questions, come up with theories as we continue to read.

Books pt.2- if you write me a note and give me a book telling me why it's one of your favourites, I'll melt. I'll do the same for you, and soon we'll have a few more things to talk about and enjoy together

Music!- you bet your bottom dollar I'm going to send you music that reminds me of you, and I would be overjoyed to recieve the same.

Music! Pt.2- if you happen to play, sing, or dance, let's make something beautiful together! If not, I'll teach you!

Improv/rp- just making stuff up as we go, not caring if other people hear our conversations.

Trampoline Park/Something Similar- I just want to try it. Don't care if I break my leg, I want to try it. I'll care if you break your leg though.

Plant Shopping- again, idk. Just the idea of choosing a succulent or two to take care of together sounds nice.

Dance Classes- maybe you're already an amazing dancer, I'll let you take the lead. Maybe you just know the basics like me, we can learn together. (I know how to do the basics for, like, salsa, cumbia, bachata, swing, and waltz, that's it. Please teach me more🤩)

Sewing/Knitting/Crocheting/Fabric Work- useful skill! And maybe we can make something for each other. (Spoiler alert: you're getting a pillow case, mask, or a scarf, I can't do much yet😂)

Rage House- let's just let loose! Make a mess! Yell! Doesn't matter, all of it's legit. I just want to destroy stuff.

Weird Cuddles- again, just the idea makes me happy. If you're lying down, I may as well just flop on you, right? Or maybe somehow we end up upside down. Cuddling while we read books or listen to music. Ok so maybe just cuddling but it feels weird because I'm touch-starved👌

Late Night Calls- I've never done this with anyone under happy circumstances. Could you help me change that? It would be nice to have the last thing before I go to sleep be reassurance and happiness.

Calendar/Planning- let's make a calendar together with pictures of the places we want to go one day. Let's talk to each other so we know what we both want and make sure we put it down.

Scuba Diving- this is something I've wanted to do since I was little- actually it was the first job I said I wanted. I don't want to do it as a career anymore, but I would love to try it with you.

Finding Random Things- little things that remind me of you. Maybe I was out and found a heart shaped rock. Or I heard a bird sing and managed to record it. Or maybe there was a cute keychain at the store that reminded me of you. And that would be enough to make me smile.

Ride a Double-Decker Bus- I've done it before, but the excitement that comes with the thought of riding one again makes me giddy. Just being able to see the city and people from a mobile throne😂

Bike Riding- let's explore nearby, just riding together. Maybe you have trails you want to show me. You can lead, I'll follow. Or vice versa. If we get lost at least we can laugh about it later.

Camping- lets share a tent and a campfire together, roasting smores as we laugh and tell each other stories. Maybe we'll try and sing a few songs too.

Punch Buggy- just playing the game properly will make me happy tbh. It's been 8 years of bending the rules😂

Board/Card Games- yes. I will get competitive. But that's half the fun. Also, I would like to play these properly as well lol

Museum Date- maybe somewhere local, or maybe we were driving by and decided to stop, or maybe we actually planned to go. Let's learn something new together, take some pictures.

Comfy- I didn't know what else to call it. Basically, take out, sweat pants, (messy buns), snacks, drinks, and a good show. Bonus if it's storming outside.

Rain- watching it rain, listening tonit rain, going outside and dancing or running in the rain, jumping in puddles- I want to do it all with you.

Little Gestures- little things we develop as we get to know each other, faces that we come to understand, hand movements we start to copy. Idk, I find it really cute.

Ok guys, sorry this isn't what, well, any of us were expecting. I guess this is my Valentine's Day post?? Idk. If you read it, I hope you liked it.

Feel free to put who you thought of in tags or comments, real or fiction. Or add to the list if you want. I would love to know😊 I know there's a lot of "I wants" but that's because for the first time, in a long time, I feel comfortable admitting that.

51. Mutual comfort characters

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blushing-starker · 3 years

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Cold mates and black coffees

For @starkerfestivals prompt of mates

There is, he supposes, something beautiful about a world such as this, primitive yet advanced and sophisticated. Children no taller than his knee carry around super computers that fit in the palm of one's hands, talk to friends thousands of miles away whenever they want. It used to take him months to receive his preferred concoction for the early night wake up call, now stores inhabit every corner of every city. They patiently wait to receive their dependents, all sorts of people relying on some version of the simple black coffee to jolt their system. Convenient, sure, no doubt about that. A quick stop at a Starbucks and violá, five hours of productivity guaranteed. But nothing builds character like swimming laps through a freezing lake infested with piranhas to keep away the urge to rest for just another five minutes. Unfortunately, sleepless days were the norm for him and Rhodey whenever they endeavored to race each other underwater.

There are clothes, too. Clothes for each season available year round. Fox fur adorns a lanky mannequin next to a twin showcasing how breezy summer fabrics can be. Riding boots that he would have spent a small fortune on decades ago shine below man made light for the cost of a nice meal over at Pepper's. Jewels fine enough for the family vault enchant any who take so much as two steps in either direction. Everything is for sale; it just means swiping a plastic card, presenting a number off a super computer or giving the cashier the remains of ancient trees. He could buy an ice cream cone (with sprinkles, of course, he's not an idiot) and immediately wander over to a restaurant selling sizzling curry. It's what his father dreamed about, a thousand years ago. How odd then, that his only heir couldn't be more nonchalant to all this.

It's his what, first month back from sleeping for half a century? He got accustomed to this whirlwind of a consumerist world by the first week. The soft purr of self-driving engines, flashing neon street signs, a melting pot of twenty, thirty languages, glittering clothes clashing with garish makeup, an overwhelming scent of smoke, perfume and money is as familiar as the palm of Rhodey's left hand or Pepper's right. Is it fantastic, being alive for the wild ride that is the twenty-first century? Yes, of course it is. But it's his father's dream; not his. His dream is the same as what drove Maria Stark into the world: finding his mate. Which, logically speaking, won’t happen until time has colored his hair with quite a bit more starlight and streaked thin lines around not too shabby cheekbones. (Rhodey’s teasing words.)

Going along with logic, there is a chance his mate will never show up. It was mere luck his father met the only woman besides Peggy that could stand his whole. Well, that could just stand him, period. A mate is found by scent, identified by touch and only bound with words. If his father had gone for one more drink, he’d probably be as real as the tooth fairy. In the back of his head, there lives a voice. And this voice he named Miss Lucky. She told him how lucky he would need to be in order to find a mate not too close to cradle or grave, a person that saw eye to eye in the majority of the basics and was open to his predilection. Someone that wouldn’t fear or expose him, wouldn’t want to strike the killing blow themselves. And Christ, with or without Miss Lucky, it’s a fool’s idea, thinking that in the middle of New York amidst one of the coldest winters to ever grace the city, his mate, his soul’s match, his other heart will chance upon him and actually accept the fact that he barely exudes a scent. Let alone something useful enough to help others recognize his class.

That’s the one downfall to living in this time; so much tension regarding one’s class. It is infinitely better than before when there were only three possibilities and the social restrictions could very rarely be shattered. But now it’s about pulling rank, percentages listed on a piece of paper could be used against you or signify one’s survival. A double-edged sword. To be a nurse, any applicants must be less than thirty percent alpha. Soldiers were forbidden from entering foreign countries if they had more beta characteristics than not. Lovers, in some parts of the world, could marry exclusively when their percentages were compatible. In the old times, if you smelled like an omega, you were treated as such. That could entail being thrown into a whorehouse or perceived as royalty destined to bring life into the world. Once puberty came, a simple prick and a vial of blood determined one’s next decision regarding the future.

He took the test. Just out of curiosity and it’d be rude not to provide a mate with information so readily accessible merely because of an unjustified fear over his identity. He is an alpha. And if the test had said otherwise, it would have been no problem. Of course not, he would have been proud to identify as a beta or omega. His mother was a beta and his nanny, basically his second mother, was an omega. No shame would’ve clouded his mind at receiving such news. The matter was this, though, he had believed to be an alpha the entirety of his life. If the paperwork said that was his lowest percentage, different rules and procedures, updated to today’s society, would need to be learned.

And he’s so tired of it all when only a handful can smell the fact he’s an alpha. What was he supposed to do, carry the results in his pocket in case a bigot searched for a fight? No, that would be, as Pepper had made very clear before, extremely silly.

He carries the test in case his mate considers such matters important. Or their family. Yes, it’s not because he worries that society will somehow doubt his identity. In the end, being an alpha is an integral part of who he is. It shouldn’t be that way and he barely knows what that means, but it’s true. Miss Lucky comes back around swiftly now, what if his mate isn’t interested in him because of his percentage? What then? Learn what the other classes represent to that person and behave in ways they believe suit said classes? Could his match be with a pureblood, intent on “staying true” to their highest percentage? Would he be able to, cinnamon. Wait, cinnamon and honey? Is that rain and sunlight? Since when does Starbucks incorporate those smells? And how the hell does he know what sunlight smells like? He’s insane. There’s no other explanation, oh that must have hurt.

A young man has just barreled into him. Slammed into his arm like a linebacker. A linebacker that weighs a feather and a half. How is he this light, a breeze had more force. What should he, what’s the proper ritual here, oh my god

“Your nose is bleeding- “

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking. I’m just late for class and- “

“Calm down and let me buy you some coffee; you’re half dead- “

“Shit, your coat. I will pay you back, I swear.”

He hums, looks down and apparently he was too involved in his quest to find a mate that he completely bypassed the thought that this man had accidently crashed into him while holding a coffee…

A mate. He doesn’t know what sunlight smells like. How could he? Unless that’s what his mate smelled like. The young man inhales sharply, lets out a little “oh, I think, I know it’s you.” and, on further reflection, he notices this kid has the voice of an angel. Soft and kind while not being so lilting he’d think it weak and demure. Ah, he looks like an ethereal entity too. Of course he does.

It’s the eyes that do it for him, enchant him enough he wants to kneel and propose right there in the hopes of waking up each night to those amber pools as familiar and mysterious as the universe itself. The rosy lips, pink cheeks and sweeping lashes are also quite nice. He has the body of a being from the old tales, a nymph or a muse destined to bring light and joy to the world. And black coffee to coats older than his father and grandfather combined.

“Could I touch you properly? I think spilling sugar over that coat didn’t really give me the chance to feel my mate, Mister?” Rhodey’s gonna annihilate him. This is a child, twenty-one at most. They could exchange numbers; communicate when his best friend wouldn’t be tempted to take one look and accuse him of going for jailbait. He could make a plan, organize a way to gently explain how he’s an undead creature of the night whose low circulation means that somehow his hormone production slowed and therefore he barely smells like wood let alone an actual human being. They could make it work. If he’s lucky, Angel here won’t fall for another. If he’s lucky, lots of things won’t happen. Or they will anyway.

“Stark. Tony Stark. It’s a pleasure to meet you, all things considered. When I learned one’s mate smells like something unknown, I didn’t quite expect literal sunshine to be what I noticed. And don’t worry about the coat; it’s nothing.”

Marie Antoinette gave him this coat as a gift on his sixteenth birthday a few years before her death. It’s fine.

“Oh. I, I wouldn’t have thought I smelled like that. It’s really nice, actually. You smell, and please don’t take this the wrong way, like alpha. And home. I know it’s weird, but I can’t explain it any other way. I’m sorry if it’s too- “

At least he already knows he dislikes that worried furrow on such a happy face. He surges forward, clasps a soft hand and lets slip a shocked gasp, sees the mirrored reaction because Jesus, it’s as if he licked his finger and then stuck it inside a power outlet. Every hair on his body stands on end and when was the last time his heart beat that fast? Surely it was the night his old flame left or when they, no. No memories of a past lover when his mate is right here, clutching his hand like a lifeline.

“I don’t believe I know your name. Seems a little unfair, don’t you think? Wanna even the odds?” It’s meant to make the young man smile and he does.

It’s only when he grins that Tony notices the sharpened incisors and the slight cold coming from the small figure. The same fog that follows him around even on the hottest of days. The exact shape of teeth Tony cleans in front of his bathroom mirror each night.

“Peter. My name’s Peter. Nice to meet you, Tony.”

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5-falsehoods-phonated · 3 years

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Hows about finger in the mail with Patton receiving the finger? ((& if you feel particularly bold, perhaps it's Roman’s?))

(Prompts with boxes have been taken, highlighted have been written)

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The Perfect Manicure

Summary: Roman hasn't answered anyone's calls in a week. Patton wants to know why.

Warnings: gore, severed finger, vomiting, missing person, panic

Prompt: Finger in the Mail, requested from tumblr

Ships: platonic Royality (Patton and Roman), background Intrulogical (Logan x Remus)

WC: 2750

“If I never see another goddamn bubble sheet again I would be the happiest man alive.Can you believe they still have us using those even if the thing to check them is broken?”

Patton smiled over at Roman who was currently gesturing wildly with his hands as he ranted. “Language please. But yeah, I don’t know why they couldn’t just get a cheap light box to replace it.”

“Because all the school's funds go into sports! Which is great but teachers have no respect as it is and then they go and rub it in our faces with not enough pencils and a broken grading machine and damn bubble tests.”

“Language.” Patton chided again but he was largely ignored. Roman had been an English teacher for a couple years now, his love of writing being something he wanted to share with growing minds. His bright outlook had been somewhat dashed however as he learned just how important sticking to a curriculum was and teachers etiquette and preparing students more for state tests than learning how to nurture their creativity. It hadn’t stopped him though, instead making him push for a creative writing club which he poured most of his free hours into to make sure the kids that were a part of it got as much direction and encouragement as he could give them.

He was a great teacher and an even better friend. Patton had known him since college and since then they were inseparable, boisterous but genuinely caring personality making him a perfect match for Patton who liked to nearly smother his loved ones with attention that Roman practically lived off of. From there he had met his brother Remus who acted just like him except more...demented, and his husband Logan which Patton was surprised about until he saw how well the more logic based man reeled the chaos in when it got to be too much and Remus knowing just how to push the others boundaries to remind him to have fun. Meeting Virgil who’s anxiety brought some much needed caution to the often very impulsive group had created an incredibly tight bond that Patton could sincerely say he wouldn't know what to do without.

An idea struck him suddenly as he looked at Roman’s hands, a bit dry and without their usual coating of colorful polish since he had been so busy lately. Patton looked down at his own ragged hands from always chewing on them, never quite breaking the habit even if he did set a terrible example for any of his own students who might catch him in the act. Decision made he interrupted Roman mid rant, feeling slightly bad for not paying attention for at least five minutes but pushing on excitedly nonetheless.

“We have a week off for winter break don’t we? Why don’t we go get a manicure for the holidays, something to relax and feel pretty.”

Roman grinned back at him, thankfully not seeming to care that he had been cut off. “Patton that’s perfect! We can actually hang out together properly instead of only catching each other over lunch. Oh! I just got that new polish from Virgil too that I can bring in!”

They set a time to meet and went off in their own directions, warmth pooling in Patton’s chest at the thought of finally being able to properly talk to Roman rather than stealing whatever time he could in between classes. He loved his job and he knew at the end of the day Roman did too, it was just you had to try so much harder at friendships as an adult with a job than you did when you lived in the same dorm in college. He shook his head. It didn’t matter; they had a relaxing date set and short of Remus and Logan blowing up their kitchen again and calling him and Roman to help clean up before the landlord noticed nothing was going to ruin it.

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Patton was worried.

Winter break had been just what they all needed to unwind. The whole gang had gotten together at Logan and Remus’ house to celebrate the holidays, Virgil hiding a smile as Roman had shown off his bright red and sparkly nails to anyone who would pay attention, which was everyone considering how loud Roman could get when he really wanted to. They had all exchanged gifts and everyone had been overjoyed that the gift they chose had been received with excited happiness. Movie night had then gone off without a hitch with all of them being too tired and comfortable to go back to their own homes for the night so it had ended up turning into an impromptu sleepover where everyone scrambled to find something to wear as pajamas...unless you were Remus in which case you just stripped, wrapped yourself up in a blanket and faceplanted on the floor. Patton’s mouth twitched up a bit from his worried frown; no amount of yelling from Roman had reversed that decision and eventually they had all settled down and accepted the late morning in store for them the next day.

And now a few days had passed- a week to be exact. Patton had sent out a text or two to the usually talkative man to see how the rest of his break was going and if he wanted to hang out again before their holiday ended, not receiving any response. He had tried not to be hurt about it since as little time they had to spend with each other they also had just as little alone time, so Patton just took the lack of response as Roman needing to decompress a bit before coming back to classrooms full of students and meetings full of teachers, silently congratulating him for setting his own boundaries and taking the time he needed even if he wished Roman would have said something first. But now Patton was at school, teaching his class, while Roman was not. A sub had had to be called in when it became clear Roman wouldn’t be showing up and didn’t answer the call the office had sent out to see if maybe he was just running late. Patton had sent a couple of texts himself with no response, the ones he had sent before break ended left unread.

So Patton was worried, and he was going to go to Roman’s small apartment directly after school and see what was wrong or at the very least why he seemed resolute not to answer anyone’s calls or texts or voicemails or- Patton shook his head a bit. He had a full day to get through and he truly could not afford a meltdown in front of his students. He made a vague gesture towards the board saying something about due dates and homework before he flopped heavily onto his chair and tried not to look at the clock too much as a small courtesy to his students. Instead he busied himself organizing random files in his computer until the bell rang, making sure to tell everyone goodbye just like always while packing up faster than he ever had to get out the door as quickly as possible. Driving to Roman’s apartment building was a blur- he had done it so many times he was startled when he realized he had made it there without even noticing. Logan and Remus lived in this building too in a slightly bigger apartment since they were still saving up for something better. Patton and Virgil lived in a building not too far away where the rent was just slightly cheaper but the apartments a little more lived in as a result. Quickly sending a text to Virgil, Logan and Remus letting them know what he was doing he got out of the car and made his way up, Virgil shooting back a text that he’d be there in ten and was bringing their mail with him.

He hurried up the steps as he sent another text to Roman telling him he was coming up, hoping that maybe he’d finally answer but as he stood in front of the silent doorway with no answer his mind was made up. He only hesitated a moment before knocking loud enough the neighbors could probably hear, opening the noise would scare Roman into answering.

“Roman, open up this prank isn’t funny!” Fishing the spare key out of his pocket he quickly fit it into the lock and pushed his way inside. Politeness be damned he wasn’t going another second without knowing what was going on.

The apartment was dark, curtains drawn and the lights off making it look like he had just gone on an extended holiday rather than what was supposed to be a short winter break. Flicking on the light revealed a thin layer of dust covering everything and absolutely no sign of Roman, even as Patton searched more and more frantically through the small space in a desperate attempt to find something, anything, that could point towards where he had gone. The bed was made neatly with clothes draped over a chair like he was going to change into his teacher’s attire the very next morning, coming in late to twist some dramatic speel about why he hadn’t been in and what adventure he had found himself sucked into. But there was nothing. Hallway to closet to living room to kitchen to bathroom to bedroom. Over and over and over again until Patton was thoroughly sick with worry turned up not a hint.

Patton sat on the bed and buried his face in his hands. Should he call the police? File for missing person’s? He’d call Logan first; Logan would bring Remus and Remus could try and find something and Logan would know what to do. That was fine. Shakily he opened his phone to find he was still in Roman’s messages, blinking back tears as he sent out one last “Where are you?” before exiting and finding Logan’s contact info.

And froze as a sharp buzz cut through the silent apartment.

Snapping his head he looked around in confusion. Surely not- he opened up Roman’s messages again and typed out a quick “Hello?” hearing that same sound a few seconds later coming from the living room. Standing on wobbly legs he typed out a quick “Come up.” to Logan before stumbling into the adjacent room to search for the phone. Said phone was sitting upside down on the coffee table, overlooked in his panic from earlier. He sat heavily on the couch and reached for it, numb fingers fumbling until he finally got a firm hold of it and typed in the password. They all knew each other’s phone passwords in case of emergencies, Virgil and Remus had insisted on it when it became clear they were a unit, and Patton had never been more grateful to both of them.

So many message notifications- all from him and Logan and Remus and Virgil; all of them simply assuming he needed his space since he did sometimes disappear for a day or two for self care. It annoyed them all but they had learned to respect it, staying out of the way until he showed up again more energized than usual and up to his normal idiocy and flamboyance. But this time...this time something had actually happened, and Patton had done nothing for a week. He had been worried and had done nothing and now Roman was gone with no way of knowing where he was or what had happened and-

“Patton.” Patton looked up to see Logan, Remus and Virgil all standing in the still open doorway, all of them glancing around in concern.He shook his head and weakly held the phone up for them to see, Remus’ eyes blowing wide as he took large strides across the room to snatch it from his hand to start scrolling through it, trying to find some kind of indicator as to what had happened. Virgil walked over as well but chose to sit next to Patton, setting the mail down on the dusty table and wrapping an arm around his shoulders to pull him close.

“Your thoughts are really loud, Pat. This isn’t your fault, we'll find him.” Patton bit his lip to keep from crying, instead glancing over at what the other had brought up only to sit up suddenly to get a closer look at the lone package sitting on top. It was addressed to him but he didn’t recognize who it was from, the return address from some town he had never heard of. He picked it up as Remus threw the phone back down to the table and stalked into the kitchen where he and Logan began whispering. Patton paid it no attention, transfixed as he peeled up the tape and opened the box. In it was a sealed box, small and sitting innocently surrounded by paper packing for padding. He carefully dug it out as Virgil stood and he numbly followed, peeling up the tape of the smaller box intending to throw the other one away. Carefully he folded back the flaps and picked away the paper, frowning as some of it stuck together with what looked almost like rust. Which he knew it couldn’t be... since paper doesn't rust.

He blinked as he stared at what was underneath the paper, brain having to work double time to catch up to what his eyes were telling him was there. Pale, solid and very real, laid a perfectly intact finger.

Patton was fond of pranks. As much as he loathed spiders, the occasional plastic one being hidden somewhere he’d find it was a classic. Canned snakes and a dumb joke were always a sure way to make him laugh. Even a dumb Halloween prop could get a rise out of him in the right context. But looking at the finger didn’t make him laugh. Nothing about the crusted blood flaking off the severed stump made him want to giggle. The scar on the second knuckle he knew to be from a stick sword fight earned as a six year old couldn’t make him smile. And the slightly chipped, glittery red nail polish coating the neatly filed nail failed to even make him smile. Instead he dropped the box, rusty paper and neat package slipping through his fingers and hitting the floor with a dull thud.

He barely registered his friends looking over to him before he turned to the side and spilled the contents of his stomach over the tiled floor. His brain shut down as his throat burned, clutching his stomach like a lifeline as he faintly heard a gasp and then one of the others gagging as well while Remus outright screamed, the sound barely cutting through the fog that settled over Patton’s thoughts. If he had just come sooner, had called more, if they had checked on him after a couple of days instead of simply assuming- who had even done it? Why would someone- he couldn’t finish the thought, his stomach and brain both rejecting it as he dry heaved through mounting panic.

He didn’t know who it was that took him out of the building and sat him on the curb. He barely saw the police lights and definitely didn’t hear any questions directed towards him, shock settled so deeply that it was a chore to simply move from the curb to a car to an office and sat down in an uncomfortable creaking chair. His hand was squeezed tightly but he did nothing in return, simply staring at a file in front of him as various people made their way in and out of the room they were in. He was numb and cold and wanted more than anything else for this to be an elaborately cruel prank that would end any second now. Roman would come through the door and hug him and apologize and Patton would never, ever forgive him for making it go on so long but eventually they’d be fine because they always were. And Patton could wave at him in the mornings and laugh with him about Logan yelling at him for breaking into their apartment again to jump on Remus to wake him up.And they’d smile and sort paperwork until their classes came and everything would turn out fine.

Everything would turn out fine in the morning.

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guigz1-coldwar · 3 years

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'Speechless' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

'Speechless'

Chapter Summary : Bell is awakening back at the safehouse, recovering from her throat wound....and to what happened last night.....

To read it on AO3, click here !

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Apparently, I have finished to work in the Lubyanka and instead of going directly to where I was living to have a sleep, I was accompanying Zasha back to their place in Moscow. We were at the end of the day and it was already dark outside and to add more, it was snowing all around us. Of course, we were wearing hot clothes to not catch any cold and only ours faces was the only thing that could freeze as we have every parts of our bodies recovered in clothes.

By looking around me on the walkway, there were a lot of propaganda from the Party and by luck, I could see a indication to give me a date : we were a few days after the New Year's Eve 1980.....the fifth of January. All of that thanks to a TV that was behind a window store that we passed through without stopping at all in front of it. Me & Zasha weren't talking, not because of we were looking more tired than ever from work but because, it was looking like we decided to wait to be somewhere inside a place before we could finally talk without catching a cold.

After one minute, we stopped in front of a appartment complex, it was the place was Zasha living and they were the first one to enter the place, letting the door open for me before closing it down behind me. I could remove my cap that I have on my head, once I was in the hallway of the complex.

"Shitty snowstorm." I breathed, it was the first thing I have to say after we walked through the snowed streets of Moscow and I was right about it, it was shitty.

"At least, we're safe now !" Zasha joked, removing also their cap and their gloves, revealing their hands that wasn't even white of cold.

"So, is this where you're living now ?" I asked to them, curious as I was looking at the hallway state that was very casual.

"Yeah." They said in a low voice. "I had to sell the family's house because I didn't have enough money to maintain everything in it and to take care of Dedov's education." They added, sounding sad by saying it, it was a big weight on their shoulders.

"I could give you more money for that, you know ?" I suggested, sincere in my voice.

"I would be grateful for your help, Yirina." They grinned a little, removing the sadness in their voice. "It's thanks to you that me & Dedov are not in the streets." I smiled at hearing this, happy to have secured their lifes.

"You know that I'm always there for you and your brother, I can guarantee you that !" I affirmed to them as I decided to remove my gloves too and they nodded in approval, knowing that I told the truth.

"Thanks." They said before looking at the stairs. "Let's get to my appartment instead of staying here in that hallway." They added before they started to walk to get up the stairs, followed by me up close.

We climbed up 2 floors before we were finally arrived at what I supposed to be their appartment, they started to search for their keys as I looked at them, leaned against the wall, wondering of something.

"So.." I started, saying it in a very low voice. "About Portnova...." Saying that name caused them to look at me with narrowed that could tell me 'you're very curious'. "How's things ?"

"Well.." They were trying to search for their keys in their pockets and at the same time, answering my question. "Been at least 2 months that we're together and it's doing great."

"You're making quite a couple !" I admitted to them and they nodded with a smile, knowing that I told the truth.

"And....what about you with Freya ?" They asked, not sure of themselves as they finally found their keys in their left pocket.

"It's more complicated." I replied, looking away from Zasha "It's been 2 years that we're hiding our relation to Perseus and even if she want to tell him, I can't afford myself to do it."

"Why ?" They told me.

"Perseus is still upset about me with what I told him explaining that it's something bad and that I should be healed." I said, taking the words he has maybe said to me, my voice mixed with angriness and scariness. "It will be hell unleashed upon us if he learns that me & Freya is, once a week, having sex while we're in the Ural Mountains for 'our training' !"

"Shit, it's very bad for you then." They exclaimed, shocked to hear me explaining my case. "He really need to know that you're the one to decide who you want to be and with who."

"Let him be : he's stubborn to the bones." I scoffed, trying to break the bad mood I had. "Each time he talk of you, he's always calling you Krypto or something bad."

"Yeah....anyways." They finally got their keys inside the lock of their door and turn it to unlock it. They opened the door, leaving me to enter first. "Let's have a friendly moment." They added, causing me to smile as I entered the appartment and was greeted by something that touched my legs, I looked down to realize it was a cat.

"Ooww." I said, moved by the cat miaowing, sounding too cute as it was stroking itself on my legs.

"I see that Beans already like you." Zasha exclaimed, locking the door behind them.

"Beans ?" I asked curious of that name as I was giving a pat on the cat's head.

"Yeah, Dedov found it wandering around the complex and he decided to take it with him." They moved to get Beans in their hands "Been very cuty to me and I agreed to keep it." With their left hand, they decided to pat it's head too "That's my little Beans !"

"I heard my name been said, don't you ?" A familiar voice arrived in the room, making me & Zasha turn our heads around to discover Dedov. "Hi, Yirina !"

"Hi, Dedov !" I waved at him, grinning at the same time.

"She came with me to eat with us." Zasha intervened, releasing Beans on the couch as it started to lay down to go to sleep. "I will prepare the dinner."

"You're sure ? I can do it, you know." Dedov told them, proposing himself to prepare the dinner. "You learned to me how to do it when you're working." They added before Zasha moved to get next to them, putting their hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, I will do it !" They exclaimed, removing their jacket before they looked at me with a good look as I was also removing my heavy jacket too,

"It will be okay, Yirina !"

I was now back at the Lubyanka, working again at my desk with Zasha. I was no longer in their appartment and this was our day of work as usual : making reports, breaking the american codes and also trying to break the West-German one as I could see on the paper that I was working to. I was finished to work on breaking the american code apart and I was going to start working on the West-German one.

"How are you doing ?" I asked in a passive voice to Zasha who were focused, a hand holding their head as I was about to start to work again.

"The british encryption is a pain to decrypt back." They replied, writing down. We were apparently on two differents things and of course, it was painful for both of us. "In two hours, I managed to have only a few elements but nothing concrete." They breathed in desesperation, rolling their eyes around.

"I know, the MI6 is getting tough these days and...." I was going to continue in my words until we started to hear knock at my office's door. We looked to each other, surprised as it was very late....nearly midnight. "Come in !" I ordered and the door opened, revealing Freya herself....wearing her combat suit in the middle of the Lubianka.

"Yirina !" She started, sounding relieved to see me.

"Freya !" I said, shocked to see her "I thought you were in the Ural Mountains."

"Yes but I needed to talk with you." She then look at Zasha "I need to talk to her personally." I looked at Zasha who didn't know what to do right now.

"You can go, we'll continue tomorrow." I smiled at them and they were looking really relieved to finally able to leave work after all these times. They started to put their jacket on before they start to leave my office.

"Bye, Yirina !" They exclaimed, waving at me and I waved back before they were out of the office, leaving me with Freya alone.

"You want to talk with me ?" I asked, curious, getting up from my chair to get on the other side of the desk. I faced her, leaning against my own desk.

"Yes...about something." She whispered, looking behind her before she looked back at me and then by surprise, she threw herself on me, getting her lips on top of mine in a second, making my eyes go wide and because of that, I started to slowly fall behind me, having my back on my own desk as Freya was still kissing me.

"Freya..." I said in a low voice, confused and shocked, breaking the kiss she did to me

"It was about this....Yirina, I love you !" She affirmed, putting her left hand on my cheek, looking at me with a big grin.

"But...."

"Wait..." She cut me, putting her other index finger in front of my mouth "When you told me years ago that you wanted a woman in your life, I realized today that it needed to be me !" She wanted to remove her index off my mouth but she kept it "In fact, I loved you since we were just kids, I always hated to be called 'sis' because I love you !"

"Since we were kids ?" I asked her, catching my breath as I was like speechless from that revelation. She nodded to me.

"We're always together, fighting side by side, helping each other..." She affirmed before she leaned to get our faces closer. "It's you that I want to be with, I always loved your kindness towards the others....towards me."

"Really ?" I breathed.

"Of course, you're not that stupid 'Winter Soldier' for me.....you're my Yirina Grigoriev !" She proclaimed as I started to smile at her, slowly realizing that I was feeling the same about her.

"I....." I started to said before I put my hand on her face too before I started to get up to kiss her by myself, putting my hand behind her neck and finally, we both kissed each other properly, using our tongues. We kissed for about a long minute before we stop, to get some air.

"I'm happy with you, min kjærlighet" She breathed, having put her arms around my shoulder, looking at me with lovely eyes as I was posing my arms on her shoulders, relieved to finally realize that she was loving me and that I was loving her,

"You're my Freya Helvig !"

Those memories.....seeing Zasha with their brother for the first time in my dreams.....the first real kiss I had with Freya inside my old office at the Lubianka. All of this was confusing me at my highest point : how I wasn't able to think one second that Freya & me were more than just an 'adopted sisters' link....I was also in love with her and because of that, I'm confused....shocked like in my dream. I was still feeling that love inside of me but....Park....I love her too and having realized that I was with Freya.....I'm confused.

I slowly opened my eyes, discovering that I was back in the safehouse....back on the same medical bed I was for days. I was inside of me, trying to not think of these memories, trying to keep a straight face. I could feel my face filled with dressings again, a new cleaned bandage on my chest covering my gunshot and also bandages around my neck, exactly at the place Freya punched me in the throat. It was still hurting me but it was more minimal than the moment after when I passed out on that runway.

I checked my surroundings to see if there were Park but she wasn't here at all and I started to thought that yesterday night was a dream and that we didn't save her until the door of the medical room opened, seeing Woods, accompanied with Mason....and Adler.

"Damn, finally awake." Woods was the first one to say a word after he entered the room, I slowly redressed myself but Mason moved quickly to avoid me to do that,

"Wait, don't make any weird moves." He started, putting his hand above my shoulder "You're recovering, remember ?"

"Where...." I began to say before I stopped myself, discovering that my voice was sounding weirdly and very low. "My voice...." I put my hand slowly, pointing it at my neck.

"The medics say that you were badly hurt right in the throat, we managed to save you in time." Adler exclaimed, having his hands on the end of the bed, sounding worried "It will take time for your throat to recover and to have your voice back to normal."

"What happened in that plane ?" Mason asked, curious.

"I..was fighting with one of their agents after I saved Park...." I replied, still having this weird voice. Could still speak but now with that voice. I couldn't mention Freya's name at all. "She hit me in the throat and she tried to pull back in the plane but...." I gestured to them that I pushed that agent away.

"Shit, 'Wraith' is one hell of a Perseus agent." Woods scoffed, looking at Adler and Mason, arms crossed before they saw my look going sad.

"Something's wrong, kid ?" Adler asked....stop calling me kid for sake !.....

"No...nothing..." I lied but then, I realized that I can't lie any further "I know her closely..." I whispered, not looking at them, I could tell them that but not that relationship I had with her. "She was like 'an sister' I never had."

"Stone got away and her too." Adler affirmed, biting his lips. "What did you do when you saw her ?"

"I...I played 'Bell'....the british agent named Jessica Blackwell..." I responded, sadness in my voice combined with its weirdness "Inside of me, I would have wanted to tell her everything." I added, cleaning a tear that came out of my left eye "But I didn't....for the sake of the mission."

"Fuck, you put yourself in a big pain." Woods confirmed as I nodded to him

"I think it was better to make them believe that you weren't back to normal." Adler admitted with his approving look as Mason & Woods looked at him with confused eyes.

"Yeah but now, Perseus is gonna know that she's alive because of Stone and that 'Wraith' !" Mason exclaimed and he was right : these two could tell him that I'm alive....and 'controlled by the CIA' but since I heard Freya telling Stone to not talk about this, what will happen ?

"Maybe...." Adler muttered "Perseus communications in West-Berlin has been quiet since we came back."

"Uhmm..." I said, redressing myself against Woods advices "Where's....where's Park ?" I asked, worried as I didn't see her, Adler rolled his eyes at hearing me as Woods & Mason understand my worriness.

"She's recovering in the dorm, staying in bed because of her leg." Mason replied with an grin to recomfort me. "She prefer to stay alone..." He said before I started to move away the blankets with an urge envy to go see her "Wait, Yirina !"

"Let me see her." I whispered, trying to get up as Woods moved to stopped me in my moves

"You can't, you need to...."

"Let me see her." I repeated, cutting Woods straight, still trying to stand up as he had his hands on my shoulders to stop me. "Please, let me see Park !" I pleaded, almost crying in my voice before Adler get his hands on Woods, motioning to stop.

"I think it's better that she see Park." He claimed before he looked at me. "Both of them need to talk." I could see Woods getting worried before he closed his eyes, maybe not trying to make me hurt. "Help her get to Park, she deserves to have a talk." Adler ordered again before he decide to leave the medical room.

Mason & Woods reluctantly agreed to help me getting up from my bed. I could understand that they want me to recover but I really wanted to see Park as I never had the chances to have a normal talk with since yesterday before we got our car accident in the city. They weren't angry....just worried that I will hurt myself as my gunshot wound was back in pain since Freya hit it with her elbow. My legs...well, there weren't hurting me no more as I was finally standing up, still holded by Woods in case.

Once it was done, we started to slowly walk because of them since they wanted to make sure that I wasn't going to fall on my legs, getting out of the medical room. I could see rapidly Adler & Sims talking with some peoples but now, I was more focused on having an talk with Park. I didn't want to think of Perseus.....of our work.....just about her and maybe bringing some excuses to her.

We finally arrived in the dorm where I could finally have my eyes back on Park again as the last time I saw was before I passed out on her knee, like what happened in that car when we left the nightclub. She was on her bed in the same shape as me : dressings on her face and her hurt leg wrapped around a bandage.

"Yirina !" She started in a low voice as we have stepped inside the dorm

"Park...." I whispered as Woods led me to a chair that was just next to her bed. "Good to see you." I added, looking happy before I pointed to my neck "Sorry for the voice..."

"It's okay." She excused me as I was now fully sit on the chair thanks to Woods before she looked at him, giving him an look, asking to leave us alone. They complied to it and they left the dorm, leaving us in peace. "Thanks, Yiri." She said after they were gone.

"How do you feel ?" I asked her, looking at her body

"I will have to stay in that bed for days to recover like you before we get back to work." She replied, showing me her wounded leg, sniffing at it. "They didn't go easy on it." She tried to joke but I could see her sadness in her voice during it.

"You know, you could have tell me about what happened to you in North Korea." I exclaimed, sounding more calm than angry.

"North Korea ?" She looked at me....confused. "Didn't want to stress you with this." She started to look away before I moved to take her right hand in mine, looking back at me, understanding that she could tell me freely without freaking out. "When....when I was captured, I didn't say a thing during these longs months but one day, Perseus himself came into my cell."

"Him....Perseus ?" I breathed, she nodded,

"He came to see the wreck I became, tormenting me over my choices, to the fact that I was alone, weak, stressed out and going crazy...." She said before taking a deep breath "He talked....about you, he showed me a picture of you, saying that I killed you in Turkey with the CIA."

"He said that ?" I was worried....thinking that she saw him in person.

"I persisted to say that I didn't do it but he maintains his opinion. Instead of killing me, he let me rot in that prison until I was exchanged with another Perseus agent." She responded, feeling so guilty by herself....so sad, making me moved, she went through hell....like me. "All these months, I was feeling like you when Adler captured, I was at your place." She then started to slowly cry before I took her in my arms, wanting to recomfort her.

"It's okay, I'm here !" I affirmed, her inside my arms before I looked at her, our foreheads against each other.....starting to feel sorry "I'm sorry about Freya."

"Freya ?" She told me, curious, still crying

"I didn't know that my link with her was romantic, I swear !" I then was the one that started to apologize, also having tears coming out. "I just remembered it this night."

"It's okay, you couldn't know." She then moved to take me in her arms, making me move a little before I decided to sit on her bed next to her.

"I'm so confused, right now." I affirmed to her, panicking about me, my love with her....and my recovered love with Freya. "I'm feeling so sorry and bad about that." I added.

"You couldn't know." She repeated again before she gave me a little kiss on the cheek, wanting me to not think about it and to try to be positive. I slowly grinned a little as we joined our foreheads together, I was happy to be with her....

"You're my Helen Park !"

#black ops cold war #bocw #call of duty cold war #cod cw #cod black ops cold war #cod cold war #fanfic #fem!bell #helen park

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hpdabbles · 3 years

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More on the Pretty Ron Au. Does he suddenly ask Lavander and Parvarti for help, advice? Become Dobby’s student? Take over Harrys wardrobe (we all know he also has horrible clothes outside uniforms), Hermione’s hair? Just. I really like that this seems something that can makr him happy. Suppotive friends while he tries things.

Ron glances over at the Witch Weekly, attempting to follow the photos that are demonstrating how to properly style curly hair. He has rapidly become a fan of Miss. Trends- the pen name of the woman who does the hair and makeup advice column- but he’s hasn’t actually been able to try her techniques until now.

“Am I hurting you, Hemione?” He asks worried that he may be tugging on her hair too roughly to place into the buns. Miss Trends assured the coconut oil would help the curls be easier to work with but he isn’t sure if he’s been as gracefully as she is in the pictures, especially on those twists.

“I’m fine Ron. You’re being very gentle, it actually feels lovely.” His best friend assures. She gives him an encouraging smile through the muggle full body mirror her parents sent. They had set it up in a corner of the common room, using some chairs as a makeshift wall to mark their area, and slowly but surely, Ron been transforming the corner into his workshop.

Nothing too extreme, mostly he just worked on anyone’s hair that allowed him to- at first that was only Hermione or Harry but slowly more and more Gryffindors wandered closer as he got better- while he started to collect fashion magazines, articles of clothes to practice. Dobby would appear at least once a day to teach him, all the skills he learned as a house elf for the Malfoy family, and for an hour Ron would sit in his corner soaking up as much information as he could.

Harry had even gone a step further, ordering mannequins, clothes, and the basic tools he needed to learn to make clothes. The first thing he did was adjust his school robes to finally fit him, and he beams in the body mirror when the adjustments make him seem lean.

Was that always how he looked? Had he always naturally look that well?

For a while, Ron feared people would mock him, but after Fred and George made it clear they would retaliate if anyone so much as snickered, the Gryffindor house let him be. Ron of course was confused about why the twins would do so- and a bit weary he admits- but his brothers had winked and promised they would sell his clothes in their joke shop if he needed help in getting his name out there.

It took Harry pointing out that Ron’s new goal of being the pretty Weasley could be a career, especially if he made and sold his own designs. The twins took that as another Weasley wanting to own a shop like them, thus making Ron a kindred spirit and they show him the support they wanted all along.

The sentiment may have caused the youngest Weasley male to tear up but it also opens his eyes. He could have a store. Ron could make clothes that would help everyone who ever felt like him- ugly, unimportant, trapped, insecure- and let them blossom and glow.

He may not be the first Weasley to own a shop, because Fred and Goerge weren’t going to let anything stop them, but he would be the pretty one with the pretty outfits and that was all his!

“It’s looking amazing Ron!” Lavender gushes as she hurries over. Ever since the Yule ball a few months ago, she and Parvarti had taken to stop and chat with him. At first, he was a little confused, especially since as long as he could remember Lavender had always been a bit odd around him. She giggled too much, had dry eyes since she blinked a lot, and generally seemed nervous all the time.

Then four days after the ball she walked up to him when he was alone. “I just want to know...you and Harry...is it true he flies both types of brooms?”

Ron knowing Harry didn’t mind people knowing he liked males and females after double checking with his best friend nodded. He had been used to people asking him the question, even after the news of Harry’s sexuality being broadcasted the very morning after the ball in all wizarding publications. She had taken a big breath before squaring her shoulders. “You only fly one right?”

“That’s right.” Odd no one really asked him, but he only noticed girls before. Not that he isn’t curious about boys but he doesn’t think it counts to be curious. He’ll have to ask Bill when he sees his brother next time.

“Okay. Thank you for being honest with me.” Lavender's eyes had gotten glossy like she was on the verge of tears but before Ron could ask she turn and fled. Weeks later Lavender approached him again but this time she did so after overhearing him trying to explain to his clueless friends what Winter and Spring colors were. Hermione looked best in winter while Harry was definite Spring he felt which she agreed though Harry had to be shades of green for his eyes.

Soon he found himself a new friend. With her came Parvarti, who Ron concluded was madly in love with Lavender, and the three often spent an hour going over trends and hairstyles.

“You should tie it with the silver-blue ribbons. They make her eyes look even lovelier.” She suggested handing over the ribbons and Hemione beams at her. It always made him happy to see her getting along with more people in the house.

“You’re right. I just have to get it to fall around her face to frame it-there it is!” He stepped back nervously running his hand over his other hand as Hermione turns her head to see the messy rose bun he made her. She lights up in glee.

“Ronald! It’s perfect! Oh, and it looks so nice with the dress you picked for me” She stands to twirl in the light blue sweater dress that he coupled with a black outer robe and wool cap for her date with Victor. She would be spending the trip to Hogsmedes with him while Ron walked around with Harry. Thus the life of he single friends.

“Would you like me to do your make-up?” Parvarti offers kindly. “Something light of course.”

“Yes please.”

Ron steps back, letting the girls put the finishing touches on Hermione happy he managed the difficult hair style. He looks at his reflection while he passes to take a seat, grinning as the adjustments he made to his clothes recently make him appear as good looking as Harry.

Casually handsome, like he is trying but it’s not obvious he trying. Ron is very happy Harry has allowed him to take over his wardrobe, because while he was hesitate to waste his gold on himself, the Boy-Who-Lived saw no reason to say no when Ron order new outfits for him. He got better at picking the right clothes and soon Harry was not only famous but one of the best dress in Hogwarts. It excited Ron to be his personal fashion designer.

Maybe he could add that type of service for his shop...food for thought.

Ron does notice his hair has fallen to the side, and attempts to finger comb it, still not used to it being this short but he does like it more. He’ll have to couple the red with the dark brown beanie, scarf and glove set he recently bought with the small coins he made from repairing some uniforms for his housemates.

“Ron, I think you should pay Harry some attention” Lavender whispers into his ear as she helps push some stubborn strands of red hair under his hat for him. He blinks at her confused.

Tilting her chin to where Harry is watching with a tapping foot and crossed arms on a love seat alone, he looks awfully impatient, she smirks. “I think he’s a little jealous of the attention you’ve been getting lately.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m spending the whole day with him. Why he always gets this bloody needy is beyond me.”

“He can’t help it. You are pretty good looking, and people are starting to notice. Harry is scared his boyfriend will get bored of him”

He laughs at her joke but does stand to walk over to his best friend, waving a hand. “I could never get bored of him.”

Harry’s green eyes light up at his approach and he scrambles to his feet. “Ready to go? I heard about this tea shop on high street. Madam Puddifoot’s”

“That’s a couple place Harry” Ron said which caused his friend to turn bright red, so he hastily adds on. “I can’t wait to have some of those famous couples cakes I hear so much about.”

Harry is still blushing but at least he doesn’t look so unsure anymore. Ron is glad he never wanted to make Harry uncomfortable. Plus his best friend seemed quite excited for the tea shop and who was he to deny the bloke his request to go there?

As it turned out, going to the cafe was the perfect idea because right across the little tea shop he spotted a closed down building with large circular windows that stole his breath. It may have been boarded up, but everything to the red bricks, white window sills and gleaming sign with the faded words fashion had him realizing he really did now have a dream.

Harry pulled out his chair for him as Ron gaped at the building. “That’s the one.”

“Hmm?”

“That building over there.” He pointed making Harry twist around to see, “that’s the one where I’m going to put my robe store.”

Harry gave him a soft smile. He did that a lot, like a part of him was utterly smitten and it made a strange warmth spread through Ron’s chest. “I think it’s perfect. Feels right. Tell me about how you would decorate it.”

Ron open his mouth and found he could not stop, babbling like a loon about all the ideas bursting to life in his mind, of the designs he’s been thinking of and the newest project he has been working on with Dobby. Harry placed his face in his hands and stared at him the whole time that strange soft smile never once leaving his face.

#ascending-royal #Ronald Pretty one Weasley #Hpdabbles #Harry Potter #In this house we respect supportive brothers #Ron wants to own a robe shop #Harry is in love let him simp #Everyone thinks they are a couple #Harry/Ron #Background Hermione/Victor #Ron having his own dreams #The twins are happy for him #Ron unaware of Harry's feelings

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ootori-sibs · 3 years

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Winter lodge host club 6

It made no sense whatsoever to go to the town for a second time, but it was a nice day so she supposed it was alright. This time they didn't have to guide the guests around this time, so Haruhi was planning on spending some time with the twins. She'd spoken to them at breakfast and they agreed that they'd run off and grab some snacks before sitting at the nearby park. They'd made their break for it the moment Tamaki had finished his talk about safety- something he had also done the first time they'd been to town, mostly just general safety things but also reminding them of the locals who'd offered to give advice should someone get lost or scared. Haruhi thought that was sweet but the second he finished talking, her and the twins were off running to the nearest store that sold snacks.

Kyoya had decided to once again stay behind, though Tamaki had berated him for being so antisocial. Haruhi couldn't blame either of them, she just worried about his safety a little, at least Antoinette had been left with him, she ought to be able to protect him should the worst happen. So Haruhi was happy not to worry about him in the slightest, just spending time with the twins without a care in the world.

It did get boring just sitting at the park after a while, so they got up and decided to wander around the town for a bit again. The twins wouldn't shut up about people's outfits, bullying them to all hell, but Haruhi had to admit she found it amusing to hear them mock people with no restraint. Any other host would make a sly under the breath comment, or simply not speak at all, but the twins were a law unto themselves.

They bumped into Takashi and Honey again, so walked with them through the candy store, Haruhi's hand brushed Takashi's as they watched Honey go positively feral over all the candies and sweets. She really sympathised with him, it must be hard to keep up with such a high energy guy 24/7, it was hard enough to keep pace with the hosts as is. She would hold hands with him properly if there wasn't a chance the girls could see. They had come up for little chats a few times and Haruhi was happy to entertain the girls for a few minutes.

They stepped out of the store, Honey bouncing around with a huge bag of candy, babbling about everything and nothing. Haruhi noticed that Tamaki was in the next store over, looking over different kinds of coffee. It was a run-of-the-mill grocery store, which struck her as odd because they already had enough food, though she supposed that maybe he just ran out of interesting stores to enter. She points this out to the other hosts, curious, "what's he doing? We already have coffee at the lodge…"

The twins shrug, speaking in unison, "probably getting a gift for Kyoya, he loves coffee that one." They didn't seem bothered by Kyoya's apparent caffeine addiction in the slightest and Haruhi was more than a little worried about it- she remembered when Fiyumi had mentioned that his father had banned him from too much coffee and had to wonder if giving him coffee was inadvertently hurting him.

So they walked into the store, heading over to where Tamaki stood. He appeared to be murmuring to himself, something about Kyoya eating more, and needing to be treated for it- Haruhi found it funny how he treated everyone as if they were a dog, especially on the rewarding good behaviour front. It was incredibly amusing to see Tamaki debate with himself like this and she was about to interject but before they could say anything, he spun around to face them, holding two little bags. "Do you guys think Kyoya would prefer chocolate covered coffee beans or espresso chewys?? I can't decide!"

Haruhi sighed, guess they were doing this now. She looked at the bags, pondering the question for a moment, the twins suggested both, but that literally does not answer Tamaki's question. She thought that maybe he should get the coffee beans, they're more crunchy after all, but they are a higher concentration of caffeine… however, that might also be a plus. "The coffee beans I'd say," she told him, confident that she was correct. Tamaki thoughtfully nodded, putting the chewy bag down- where it was instantly picked up by someone else. They all collectively glanced at this strange, freezing in unison as they did so.

Tamaki was completely frozen, he knew that Haruhi had seen him but he hadn't expected to see the man himself, he heard the twins exclaim something vulgar in surprise, but Tamaki felt unable to speak. Hirano glanced at them, smiling slightly, though it was clearly forced, "oh hello, sorry I didn't notice you, I was completely in a world of my own." He chuckled to himself awkwardly, clearly just as unhappy to see them as they were to see him.

He swallowed his fear, unable to keep himself from thinking about Kyoya in danger, "Mr Hirano…" he gritted his teeth, faking politeness though he knew his seething rage would be clear to his friends, "how are you doing?"

The man, dressed in all black, smiled back, nodding in recognition of Tamaki's question, "well I'm just here because I needed a distraction from the mourning…" he trailed off after the word mourning, which explained the black. But that confused Tamaki slightly, who could he be mourning but Shin? Yet Haruhi said she'd seen Shin the other night…

"Mourning? So did Monsieur Tonnerre shoot your brother after all?"

"What?" Hirano seemed surprised by this, "no, we never found his body… only his clothes…" he took a breath, clearly choking back a son, which Tamaki found odd, "soaked in blood…" no doubt Kyoya's blood, Shin being the horrible beast he was. The clothes thing stood out to Tamaki for some reason, although he wasn't sure why…

Haruhi was frozen, he glanced back to see her standing there, clearly having a bit of an epiphany. A few seconds later and she bolted out of the store, dropping her bags. Tamaki picked the backs up as Mori ran after her, both worried about their little commoner friend. The twins were just looking at Hirano with disdain, clearly not believing a word he said, Honey looked sceptical too. Tamaki supposed he shouldn't be too trusting of the guy whose brother tried to kill Kyoya. He just quietly said his goodbyes to Hirano and ushered the other hosts out of the store.

"What the hell is up with that guy?"

Tamaki sighed, shaking his head, "that doesn't matter, we should just avoid them for now, why don't we go find some of the girls?" He suggested something that might keep the twins entertained, Honey could tag along with him if he wanted. He was worried about Haruhi but didn't want to bother her if she and Mori were about to have a moment, he wasn't going to be that guy.

Finding some of the girls, he quickly got his mind off the issue by entertaining them; asking them questions about what they bought, complementing them, sprouting some nonsense about how beautiful winter is- and it is beautiful, it's positively gorgeous. Now Tamaki's favourite season will always be spring, but his second has to be winter, there's just something about the snow, and cuddling up with a loved one… Kyoya gets so very cold so it's the perfect excuse for some much needed snuggle time. Winter brings out the best in people, even without Christmas to aid in it, there's so much fun, and warmth coming from each and every soul under the cool winter sun. There's nothing Tamaki likes more than watching the snow land on someone's skin, it's just so soft and beautiful, a gentle kiss from nature herself.

So he tells the girls this- omitting the comment about Kyoya of course, and they go crazy for it, sharing their own romantic ideas about winter. He loves hearing how others romanticise things he enjoys, it's such a wonderful thing to hear, everyone has a different kind of poetry in their souls and it feels so enriching to hear how others view the world. Like snowflakes, everyone is completely unique, but since everyone is so beautiful and unique, they all sort of blend into one, a pure blanket of soft snow, but to pause and look closely at an individual, to examine the true self, really makes the entire larger picture so much more worth it- god, he loved metaphors!

Umehito also enjoyed metaphors, he had a poetry book he was reading to the girls. It was gothic poetry, but he made sure to only read the passages that he felt they would enjoy, he didn't want to freak them out at all. He hadn't gotten a chance to speak to Ootori about sending the girls home yet, but he was currently alone with only a couple of guests so Umehito was planning to the moment he finished these poems. He wondered what Ootori would say, hopefully yes.

He wondered if it would be rude to send the girls home early though, he supposed Ootori didn't really give two shots about manners though, considering he'd fed them to the beast. Last time the guests were inconvenienced, Ootori had sent them flowers, so maybe he would simply do that if he did send them home. That sounded like something that the girls would go for.

The poems he read were the most innocent and romantic ones he could find, some featured some children befriending innocent monsters, some featured a woman in love with a ghost- it was really a mashup of pg horror content. Umehito was never one for any sort of flat tales or storybook endings, but the words and metaphors flowed like silk and water, he could tell them a poem that's a metaphor for death and their only response would be to think it's just a vapid rhyme about butterflies.

The girls at Ouran were vapid though, at least most of them were, he knew a few personally that were a little more three dimensional then others; Fujioka for one. She was quite a fun girl, pretending to be a guy was quite an interesting thing for her to have done, and Umehito would love to learn the motive behind that, but he hadn't really talked to her properly before, so he had no clue how that'd even go.

One of the girls had already fallen asleep, her head resting on the lap of the second, who was braiding her hair as she listened to Umehito tell the poems. Nekozawa didn't mind her falling asleep, he didn't take it to mean his poetry reading was boring as most would, he understood that poems were soothing in a way that most other things weren't- why else do people listen to music so much? Both of the girls had brown hair, but the sleeping girl had longer hair than her friend, so Umehito couldn't blame the girl for wanting to braid her friend's hair absentmindedly. They both heard the door upstairs slam open, the girl looked at him in concern, "that didn't sound nice, what do you think happened?"

He shrugged, not wanting to panic her but genuinely not knowing what the noise was other than the door going. "Someone was probably just excited to get back into the warmth, not to worry my dear."

"Don't call me that," her face was now one of disgust, clearly not enjoying Umehito's attempt to charm her like Souh-san would, "it's creepy."

Nekozawa nodded, point taken, he wasn't meaning to scare her, he was doing his best actually. It just so happened that he was a scary guy in general, Reiko wouldn't think he was being creepy, Reiko was his best friend… "my apologies, I won't do it again." Maybe he'd text his fellow club members, let them know he's doing alright. He wondered if they'd be worried about him, he couldn't remember if they'd let him know where he was going… probably not, knowing him.

#kyoya ootori #tamaki souh #ouran high school host club #tamakyo #haruhi fujioka #hikaru and kaoru #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #mitsukuni haninozuka #takashi morinozuka

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morbidcorvids · 3 years

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Aaaaaaaa I’m so glad you opened up for anonymous asks!! I’ve been wanting to ask you for prompts for some time, but I feel shy about asking for them in public! Thank you <3 I love your writing!! Ok, prompt time (and if you don’t feel comfortable with anything I send you, you have every right to say no!!): Shouta figures out he is in love with Hizashi when he almost dies protecting one of his students. Mic’s reasoning for him is: “You love them so much, Shouta... I want to protect that love too”

It has taken me more than a month to finally finish. I am so sorry for how long it took! Exams and writer’s block hit me on November. Hope you enjoy!

It will also be available on AO3!

Title: Protect Your Love

Shouta was certain of one thing: Hizashi was his best friend. It’s been that way before and it will remain that way after. Hizashi made that very clear the day they graduated from UA.

Shouta knew it had to be true. He never felt that special connection with Nemuri, Tensei, Kan, or even Emi. Shouta only knew of one person who was close to him as Hizashi - perhaps even more. Thinking about him still ached Shouta’s heart and brought a tragic memory that still plagued his mind everyday.

Shouta brushed off his thoughts as he passed by the food court of the mall. It was very early in the morning on a Tuesday and the mall was relatively empty. He planned it that way for minimal safety risks, but without his morning instant coffee he felt the weight of his eyes slow him down. It wasn’t as if there was a shortage of coffee shops at the mall, but he’ll be damned if he spent five dollars for a small cup.

He didn’t even know what prompted him to become distracted with such odd thoughts. Maybe it was the fact that Hizashi invited himself and came along with Shouta to the mall with five of his students: Sero, Jirou, Kaminari, Mina, and Kirishima.

The weather began to cool, and the group insisted on Shouta allowing them to go buy some warm clothes for the winter. It was supposed to be a simple trip that should have lasted for only an hour, but that didn’t stop Hizashi from swaying his way in and encourage his students to “treat themselves” as he called it.

This wasn’t the first time Hizashi invited himself at the last second. It has become such a constant in Shouta’s life that he wondered how he got by without Hizashi a few years back.

Hizashi being his frequent companion felt natural by this point. Shouta just didn’t understand why his mind ran in circles as his heartbeat increased whenever Hizashi was close to him.

Maybe he did know - but he buried that knowledge deep inside his mind.

As he made it past the food court, Shouta felt the ground mildly shake. He grabbed the nearest pole and tried to balance himself. He tried to listen for anything indicating danger, but the panicked noises of the employees and few visitors blocked any outside sound. The first thing he focused on was the safety of his students.

The trembling began to die down as Shouta made his way towards the center of the mall.

He was relieved when he saw another pro hero helping the employees and visitors evacuate the area. He scanned the nearby stores and found Sero and Jirou among the crowd. The two students caught sight of him and quickly ran towards their professor.

“Mr. Aizawa!” Sero acknowledged as he composed his breath. Jirou kept close as the wave of people passed by and bumped their shoulders.

“Sero! Jiro! I need you to help him evacuate the people safely. Then I want you to stay with him until I come get you, understood?” Shouta ordered, pointing at the pro hero near the entrance.

“But, Mr. Aizawa, we can help you!” Sero insisted. Jirou nodded as fear crossed her face, “we have to make sure Kaminari, Mina, and Kirishima are safe!”

“Listen to me, right now your job is to help evacuate and that’s it,” Shouta emphasized, “I’ll go find Kaminari, Mina, and Kirishima. Do not leave that pro hero’s side. Am I clear?”

His two students gazed with hesitant expressions, prompting Shouta to narrow his eyes.

“Am I clear?”

Only a few seconds passed by, but it seemed like a lifetime before Jirou nodded again.

“We’ll do as you say, Mr. Aizawa,” she stated, tapping her earjacks together, “just please be safe.”

Shouta reached for Sero’s and Jirou’s shoulders, tapping them lightly.

“I will,” he assured before running off to the north end of the building. The columns were keeping the building steady, but a quick inspection made it clear that it could crumble down at any moment. Shouta needed to act fast, get everyone to safety, and apprehend the people responsible for this.

The issue was that he had no idea who were the perpetrators and whether they possibly mixed in with the panicked crowd. He shrugged off that concern for now, and focused on finding his remaining students.

He dreaded the thought that something might have happened to them.

He suddenly felt the ground shake violently again and his ears ache as a loud sound emanated further down the northern end.

He knew that sound more than he knew his own voice.

It was Hizashi’s scream. It was his quirk.

Shouta instinctively ran towards the sound, blocking everything around him. His mind was only centered on that voice.

On his friend.

He almost bumped into Kirishima if it weren’t for his sharp reflexes. The spiky red-haired boy slipped as he tried to avoid clashing into his teacher but was quickly caught by Shouta’s binding cloth.

“Sir!” Kirishima breathlessly yelled as he pointed to Mina. “Mina and I were looking for you! Sir Present Mic and Kaminari are fighting two villains!”

Shouta noticed Kirishima’s ragged, shaky breath and placed both of his hands on the boy’s shoulders.

“Kirishima, I need you to tell me everything,” Shouta explained calmly; not wanting to make Kirishima panic even more. Kirishima's eyes widened, but he feverishly nodded.

“I was walking with Mina and Kaminari when we found Present Mic”, Kirishima began, “that’s when we heard this loud crash and the floor started trembling. Present Mic told us to stay close to him...he told us everything was going to be fine but everyone started panicking and screaming and next thing I knew Mina and I were separated. I tried to join Present Mic and Kaminari but they were far away and I saw them fighting two people and I - I couldn’t go because of the crowd - I just couldn’t…”

“Kirishima, please, calm down,” Shouta instructed, “you did good in trying to find me. Nothing here is your fault, I want you to understand that. I need you and Mina to go join Sero and Jirou. They are by the entrance of the mall and should be helping a pro hero. I’ll go help Hiz- Present Mic and Kaminari. Understood?”

Thankfully, Kirishima and Mina were quicker in accepting their new roles. Mina wished him luck before dragging Kirishima towards the entrance of the mall. Shouta regained his pace and grew concerned when it became eerily quiet.

As he reached nearly the end of the building, a sudden wave of lightning blinded him. He was then met by a whole body crashing into him. Shouta felt out of breath and a sharp pain on his chest as he fell with the other person.

Shouta grunted and felt his legs shake violently as he stood up. He immediately recognized the figure next to him; helping them up as they struggled.

“Kaminari, are you alright?” Shouta asked, looking for any noticeable injuries. Kaminari nodded, but his eyes were filled with terror.

“Yes, b-but…” Kaminari choked, tears threatening to escape.

“It’s okay,” Shouta assured, awkwardly side-hugging his student. He never knew how to comfort someone, but damn him if he didn’t try his best for his students.

“Present Mic - he…”

“Present Mic? Did something happen?” Aizawa questioned, noticing the desperate tone in his voice. He cursed himself for the incessant questions, secretly hoping it didn’t worsen Kaminari’s panic.

“He was protecting me when one of them just separated us-“

Kaminari was interrupted by a glass wall shattering near them from a store. Shouta quickly covered Kaminari as he saw Hizashi struggling with someone else. Every time the person took another step, the ground around them would shake. So this is the person responsible for the attack.

Shouta swiftly used his scarf to move Kaminari out of the way and grabbed the criminal simultaneously. The assailant, puzzled, looked at the white fabric around him, but soon bore his eyes towards Shouta.

Shouta looked back at him; undeterred. How dare he mess with my students? How dare he mess with...him?

“Shouta!” Hizashi yelled, approaching his friend with a small smile. Shouta couldn’t look back due to the usage of his quirk on the delinquent, but he knew Hizashi would understand. They’ve been doing patrols together for years and learned how to communicate through various situations.

Shouta dragged the criminal towards him and tied them up properly for the authorities. He could sense Hizashi lingering near him - talking to Kaminari.

“I was told there were two people,” Shouta said, waiting for an answer as the captured criminal wrestled to be let loose.

“The other one vanished before I could do anything,” Hizashi explained, sighing deeply, “but I have a feeling he has a teleportation quirk so that makes him very dangerous.”

“Well, we best make sure to catch him before-“

Shouta wasn’t able to finish his statement before it happened. Everything occurred so quickly it left Shouta in a daze of confusion and despair.

He first heard two notable gasps and his head instantly turned towards the sound. Between Kaminari and Present Mic stood a stranger who Shouta assumed was the missing assailant.

Everything went crashing down from there.

The man was holding a knife and pointed it at Kaminari. Shouta instinctively used his quirk, but it was no use against a weapon that didn’t rely on a quirk. A simple knife was all it took to cause such damage.

Before the villain could plunge the knife into Kaminari - Present Mic acted quickly and pushed the kid aside. He stood in the place Kaminari was at when it all happened.

Shouta doesn’t remember screaming, but the ache in his throat suggests otherwise. He just remembered his body acting before he could think and made sure the criminal couldn’t use his quirk. The criminal was clearly shocked when they couldn’t teleport away and prepared to fight Shouta.

Shouta has dealt with many villains before, and this man was the same as all those petty ones that fought against him. The man was bound similarly to the other criminal, but something compelled Shouta to hurl the villain towards a wall with all his strength. He knew it was completely unnecessary, and perhaps stupid, given that the villain is now unconscious and can’t speak - but his anger blinded him.

“Mr. Aizawa!” Kaminari shouted, carefully holding an injured Present Mic on his lap. The pro hero looked miserable as his face twitched in pain.

Shouta just stood frozen in shock. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about Hizashi’s state. On the contrary, he knew he cared too much for his best friend. He’s seen his friend injured before, but never this close to death. That knife landed close to Hizashi’s neck and could have hit something fatal.

He could have lost another friend. He could have lost someone he loved.

His heart stopped for a brief moment at the realization. He...loved Hizashi.

No, no, this isn’t the time Shouta. It became difficult to balance himself but Shouta didn’t realize he was moving until he was standing in front of Kaminari and Present Mic. The boy looked up at him - breathing heavily as he tried to soothe his teacher.

Hizashi was sweating profusely from his forehead, and his eyes were shut in agony. Shouta knelt down and delicately placed his hand above Hizashi’s arms. The blonde hero was startled by the sudden touch and attempted to open his eyes but the lights tormented them.

“Don’t move too much, Hizashi,” Shouta instructed softly, moving his hands to caress Hizashi’s hair. Through his side view Shouta saw Kaminari shift awkwardly, probably thinking he’s interfering in a personal moment. Shouta would have reserved his actions after Kaminari left, but seeing Hizashi in such a grave state made him forget about anything around him.

From a close distance, Shouta heard the sound of sirens and officers roaming around the building. He knew they would handle the criminals as soon as they saw them. Shouta quietly gestured for Kaminari to go join the other students. As he expected, Kaminari hesitated at first, but soon realized it was not only for his safety - but for Shouta to be alone with Hizashi. Kaminari gently placed Hizashi’s head on Shouta’s lap before leaving to join his friends. “Don’t be too harsh on him,” Kaminari said abruptly before he left - not allowing Shouta to respond.

Shouta turned his attention to Hizashi, who was looking back at him with an eye smile. Shouta softly chuckled - noting that even as he’s heavily injured Hizashi always shined bright.

“Why did you do that? They could’ve killed you,” Shouta whispered, still caressing his dear friend’s hair.

“You…” Hizashi began, struggling to speak through his raspy voice. “You love them so much, Shouta...I wanted to protect that love too.”

Shouta’s breath hitched and his eyes widened in shock. He felt tears forming on his eyes as he placed a hand on Hizashi’s cheek.

“...and also because I am a hero and it’s my job.”

Way to ruin the special moment, idiot.

But he’s the idiot I love.

Shouta snorted, with Hizashi joining him. They both laid down in silence, ignoring the world around them.

Only a few minutes passed before a first responder interrupted their moment of peace. Shouta hesitated before letting Hizashi go, but he knew it was for Hizashi’s safety.

As Hizashi was being placed on the ambulance, Shouta contemplated his feelings. It was uncharacteristic of him to express his feelings in public, but Hizashi could have died.

He could have died without knowing how Shouta felt.

As the ambulance door was closing, Shouta forcefully kept it open with his arms. The paramedic looked at him baffled, but Shouta ignored him.

“Hizashi, when you get out of the hospital, do you want to go out to dinner with me?”

Hizashi’s body shot up, and the blonde hero locked his eyes at Shouta.

“Are you seriously asking me out on a date inside an ambulance?”

Shouta looked back sheepishly. “...Yes. But it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

Hizashi’s eyes glowed, and he practically squealed as he jumped up and down in excitement.

“Shouta, of course I’ll want to!”

Speechless, Shouta released his hands from the door, prompting the paramedic to finally close it. He couldn’t help but hide the wide grin from his face with his binding cloth.

Now, how am I going to make Hizashi fall for me?

(A/N: Oh Shouta, he already did.)

#erasermic #shouta aizawa #present mic #my hero academia #eraserhead #yamada hizashi #i loved this prompt so much #sorry if the writing quality is bad

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ourimpavidheroine · 4 years

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What is the most important thing you learned in therapy about parenting? If you're willing to answer.

Oh, I can answer that right away. The most important thing I learned about parenting is this:

Is it about me?

As in, is it personal? Is it a reflection of me? Do I need to address it?

If my child comes to an understanding/makes decisions about their own gender and/or sexuality, is that about me? No. It is not. I do not need to do anything about this except listen, accept it, support it and do what I can to help them navigate as needed.

If my child is disabled and/or mentally ill, and behaves in a way that is not deemed socially acceptable, is that about me? No again. My job as a parent is to do what I can to help and support them, not worry about whether or not other parents think I am a crap mother when my child is covering his ears and screaming in the grocery store or is having a depressive episode and can’t get out of bed.

If my now adult child does not get their ass out of bed to get to school on time, is that about me? Nope. Sometimes the choices we make as adults have consequences and part of adulthood is dealing with those consequences. I do not need to punish and/or discipline my child because dealing with their own consequences is a far better way for them to figure it all out.

If my now adult child turns around and blames ME and is screaming at ME because they are late for school, is that about me? Why yes, that is. So at that point I am going to point out that what they are doing is unacceptable and in fact abusive behavior and I am not going to put up with it just because I am their mother. Being a parent does not mean you need to put up with poor behavior; I expect my kids to apologize and quit doing it when they are being little shits but newsflash! The only way I can expect them to learn how to do that is if I model that behavior for them. I apologize to my kids when I am being a shit as well. (A real apology, not a “if I hurt you” or “I’m sorry but” bullshit apology. A “I apologize for the hurtful thing I did/said. I understand now that it hurts your feelings when I say or do such and such and I won’t do it again.” And yes, you have to do that and mean it even if you think your child is being ridiculous or over-sensitive, because why? It is not about you.)

You get what I am saying? And of course the younger a child is the more guidance and help you have to give them. In our house we had “safety rules” - these were unbreakable rules that were done for safety (putting on seatbelts, for example, or brushing teeth). It might be that we needed to accommodate those unbreakable rules to make them more comfortable (getting a little pad thing so the seatbelt didn’t dig in, finding a toothbrush or toothpaste that they liked) but safety rules were just that: things that had to be done in order to keep them safe. Wearing weather appropriate clothing in Finland was a big safety rule: it gets dangerously cold here in the winter and hats and gloves must be worn. However, if you wear mismatched gloves I do not care, and if your hat of choice is kind of weird and ugly then that goes right under is it about me? and no, it is not.

Sometimes I had to make rules my kids didn’t like. When they were younger they were allowed no screens at all in their bedrooms after 8 pm. (The screens were, in fact, in my bedroom.) This is because they would, of course, stay up all night on them, and being well-rested and eating properly falls under safety rules for school. During the summers, I let them do what they wanted, pretty much. When they turned 16 I told them, you are responsible for your own media consumption and on that same token, I expect you to be responsible for your own consequences if you can’t regulate yourselves. Did we have a rocky start with that? Oh, we did. I knew we would. But I kept my goddamn big mouth shut about it (and oh boy, did I have to bite my tongue a lot but again, was it about me? it was not) and let them figure it out on their own. But that’s how it goes with parenting, sometimes you know that they are going to fuck up their newly-given freedoms but it’s better that they learn when they are still with you and you can step in if needed and help them navigate. You know? It’s supposed to be a balancing act, parenting, not a dictatorship. But I will tell you this: they are both 18 and I do not regulate them any longer. They get up for school and get their homework done and deal with that stuff without me getting involved at all (unless they ask me, like if they need to study and need silence for that). That’s because I let them fail and let them deal with the consequences without any judgement on my part. Let me repeat that last: without any judgement on my part. It doesn’t count as letting them deal with the consequences if you are nagging/berating/yelling at them at the same time.

Also, I cannot turn around and be all butthurt if my kids won’t talk to me if I am not, in fact, listening to them. This is a two-way street. My rule of thumb is to listen carefully and attentively and then, when they are done, ask them if they need my help or if they are just needing me to listen, and we go from there. It is amazing how well that works. Such a simple thing, but I remain shocked at how many parents either don’t listen at all or just assume they need to automatically do something about it. If my kid comes home from school having a shit day, maybe all they need from me is a sympathetic ear and me saying, “That sounds so shitty, I’m so sorry. Do you need a hug? Oh, you need to play Far Cry 4 for a couple of hours so you can just put it all behind you? TV’s all yours, my dude. Try not to get your elephant killed this time. I’m making salmon for dinner, find it in the fridge when you’re ready.”

The ironclad rule in our house is that feelings are always okay; you don’t have to justify or defend them. However, how we choose to deal with those feelings is on us and if we run someone else over with those feelings then we have to be responsible for it. And like I said, I am not exempt from that rule. If anything, as the adult, I need to get it together and follow it myself far more than I can expect the kids to do as they are learning.

#personal #parenting #Anonymous #long post

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howtowhumpyourhiccup · 4 years

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No More Honking

Summary: When Grimmel fell to his death after their fight in the sky and Light saved Hiccup from suffering the same fate, Berk thought they'd seen the last of him. He was gone and so were the Warlords, defeated by the Dragon Riders. He wasn't quite as dead as they thought he was.

Rating: Mature

Words: 5 076

Author’s Notes: I've been sitting on this particular for FOR MONTHS. Like, longer than half a year even. And all because I couldn't decide whether to use this fic's title because it came across as too sadistic, but then I ended up rolling with it.

Constructive criticism is appreciated. It's almost 2 am.

Enjoy!

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When Grimmel fell to his death after their fight in the sky and Light saved Hiccup from suffering the same fate, Berk thought they'd seen the last of him. He was gone and so were the Warlords, defeated by the Dragon Riders.

With them out of the way and Berk having recently relocated to a new island not yet properly mapped that only dragons could reach, Berk also believed they were the safest they'd ever been.

The Deathgrippers kept prisoner by Grimmel for so long were found unconscious and greatly injured in the forest, just barely an inch away from death themselves. Toothless' newly discovered power hadn't been too kind on them.

Valka had taken it upon herself to nurse them back to a healthy body and mind, though they could never return to the wild. Grimmel and his decision to make those dragons dependent on their own venom had made sure of that. A long arduous road of recovery awaited them, but Berk was willing to give them their own space in their new home.

With no new enemies or trouble on the horizon, Berk could focus on itself at last. A new home was built for the Vikings and dragons and named 'New Berk', their old island would not be forgotten.

Everything seemed well, a time of peace was promised to the Hairy Hooligans as they settled, but one more obstacle stood in their way.

Grimmel wasn't quite as dead as they thought he was.

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"I know I've been Chief for only a little over a year, but I'm already thinking about firing myself." Hiccup told Astrid as the two of them entered his home in the evening.

It would be dinner-time soon and they'd agreed earlier that day to come together at his place for a meal. All the Riders would be there and it was about time Hiccup got started. Snotlout would complain if he were to arrive and find out he would need to wait on his dinner for too long.

Although, it would make for a great excuse to get him to do some of the work.

"Was it that bad today?" Astrid asked with a hint of amusement as she removed the snow from her boots by kicking the door frame before walking inside. She left her axe by the door.

Hiccup did the same and left his vest on a hook, but while Astrid lighted a fire in the pit, he continued on his way to the kitchen with a basket he held in his hands. In it were some of the ingredients he could use if he wanted to, they were mostly provisions for the coming winter days.

During most Winters on Berk, there were times in which the whole village would end up buried in snow and they had yet to see if the same happened on this island. It was better to prepare.

"Well, Spitelout was involved, so..." Hiccup could hear Astrid groaning out loud in dismay behind him. He smiled.

What did he need for tonight? The weather was very cold as of late, so maybe something to warm the body and soul. Which vegetables? Herbs? Where did he keep the meat again? He and Astrid designed and built this home together and he was already lost. He searched and grabbed what he needed before he went to work.

"Where is Toothless? I haven't seen him all day." Astrid decided to ask as it was something that bothered her all day. She managed to get a fire going and the cold in the home that would very soon be hers as well was quickly broken.

"He and the Light Fury ran off again. They're all giddy together and they only have eyes for each other." He laughed, not even able to fake his annoyance. They almost made him think of lovesick teenagers.

"So they remind you of us?" Astrid was suddenly a lot closer than he remembered her being.

He hadn't heard her coming and now she was right behind him, wrapping her arms around him and resting her chin on his shoulder even as he was busy cutting up the ingredients for their meal. With his vest gone, she was free to soak up his heat.

"Yeah, I guess so." Hiccup replied awkwardly, remembering the times when he neglected his duties as lead Dragon Rider and even his friendships with his friends for any excuses to run off and spent time with Astrid.

He has since learned how to balance his relationships and duties better.

"Now I know what Snotlout feels every time we put him through a "gross Hiccstrid loveplay"." Hiccup joked, causing Astrid to give him a less than amused stare while he just smiled.

"Lovefest." She spoke and snuck her freezing hands underneath his tunic, causing Hiccup to yelp and jump away from her.

Releasing him from her hold, she simply needed to have him in her grasp for a good couple of moments, she retreated to the fire with a satisfied smile. It was warmer there and the fire needed some more coaxing.

Not that Hiccup wasn't a source of warmth to her too.

Hiccup watched her leave with a shake of his head before grabbing a cauldron. Maybe dinner was going to be stew this time.

Astrid crouched near the fire and stirred the coals in the pit with a stoker. Their backs were turned to one another and their guards were lowered. If anybody so happened to be lurking in their home waiting for this exact moment, they wouldn't even know it.

Unfortunately for them, that so happened to be the case.

There was a creak on the wooden floorboards of their home that caught Astrid's attention. But when she looked over, her gaze falling on the door leading to a hallway where other rooms, like their bedroom, resided, she saw nothing.

The light didn't quite reach there, but she didn't need it to. She saw nothing and heard nothing besides the thudding of a metal prosthetic on wood. So she put her focus back on the fire again and adjusted herself a little.

Astrid would punish herself for a long time to come for what that evening had in store for them both, but in hindsight, there was no way they could've known that they weren't alone in their house.

No fire was burning before they got home, it was cold inside, their doors weren't left open, nothing was out of sorts, and their quiet moments were, well, quiet.

It was only when Astrid felt something, when she felt her gut screaming at her that maybe they weren't as alone as they thought, that she decided to look behind her.

She looked, took a tiny glance over her shoulder just to check up on Hiccup, and her heart stopped mid-beat.

Someone was sneaking up behind Hiccup.

Forgetting her axe, it was on the other side of the room and she didn't have the time to grab it, she just went for it. Something told her this wasn't one of their friends playing a prank on them.

Hiccup also suddenly paused what he was doing. His instinct wasn't as finetuned as hers, but he sensed it as well.

Too late, of course.

"Hiccup!" Before she could reach him and before Hiccup could lash out himself, the person sneaking up in the kitchen behind him made his move.

Though he hadn't been in their lives for very long, that thin stature and white mess of hair they could still recognize from anywhere. And he got uncomfortably close to Hiccup as he restrained him with one hand, painfully bending and pinning Hiccup's left arm to his back, and held a knife to his throat with the other.

"Grimmel!" Astrid growled at the man. Apparently, he wasn't quite as dead as they had believed him to be.

Though, one could easily mistake him for the living dead with the way he looked.

"Surprised to see me? You didn't honestly think a little drop like that was going to kill me?" Grimmel turned the two of them around to face the fierce warrior. Hiccup nervously followed, minding the blade biting into his skin.

"A little drop? I wouldn't call that little. And you look awful." Didn't stop him from sassing, it seemed and Grimmel made him pay for it by twisting his arm further and causing him pain.

It was true, however. Grimmel had seen better days.

It's been a couple of weeks since his defeat, about two months at most, and he looked like a wretch.

His clothing was in tatters, he was covered in dirt and grime, and there was a particularly nasty scar on the side of his head. A child would scream if they saw him coming at them in the dark. Even a Berkian one.

"No matter." He hissed, it was clear he'd come with a foul mood.

"For many weeks now since my... defeat," That word came out as if the very act of forcing it past his lips brought him terrible physical pain and he twisted Hiccup's arm again.

He grunted in agony, face contorted in a grimace. He could feel how close his elbow was to popping out of its place and trying to escape to prevent it didn't help.

Astrid desperately desired her axe, but her angry wishing didn't make it magically appear in her hand.

"I have been stuck in this godsforsaken island with no way off after your mother stole my dragons from me." With each spoken word Grimmel's hold squeezed tighter and tighter until all three of them heard a loud and horrendous pop followed by Hiccup letting out a yell.

"Hiccup!"

His knees buckled beneath him, but he was forced to find it in himself to keep standing as the cold blade nicking into his throat convinced him to try.

Breathing deeply, Hiccup found it in himself to speak through his growing tears.

"You-you mean-you mean she rescued them from you. Those dragons are finally-f-finally making some progress. They're happy to be away f-from you." Hiccup only just managed to finish that sentence before the blade was pushed in as a warning. He felt the sting of it cutting his skin. A tiny red cut was made.

Astrid's fists tightened at the sight. She hated being this useless.

The Deathgrippers were doing slightly better now. Emphasis on "slightly". The abuse Grimmel had put them through for so many years, making them addicted to their own venom, had left its mark. Valka had often despaired, they went far to have a taste of their own venom again.

Just the thought of them made Hiccup angry and the man responsible was now holding a knife to his throat.

"Oh, will you shut up?! For weeks have I been unable to get that annoying voice of yours out of my head. Honking and honking every godsdamned day and night, taunting me endlessly." Hiccup wasn't at all thrilled with the news. Grimmel wasn't above using its nasal nature as a taunt before, but to hear that it apparently haunted him was somehow worse and brought him no joy.

"More annoying than that idiot blonde girl. When I finish up here, I'll be visiting her next." Grimmel's threat to harm Ruffnut was badly received by both Hiccup and Astrid, but they couldn't lose their cool now. Hiccup's tear-filled eyes were glaring. Hurting him was one thing, but threatening his Dragon Riders or Berk was unforgivable.

"Let him go, Grimmel!" Astrid demanded through clenched teeth, she was furious. She wished she had her axe, but it was still by the door. lunging for it now would only cut Hiccup's life short.

Hiccup was armed, though. Blinded by seeing the object of his hatred and his need to take him out, Grimmel forgot to tell him to drop the knife he was using to make dinner and it was held in his free hand.

"Unfortunately for you," Grimmel gave Astrid a dark, dark look.

"I have no intention of doing that."

"I'm putting an end to this. I'm cutting this miserable embarrassment's throat and while you watch him bleed out, I'll be heading over to Her house next." Grimmel spoke and Astrid's heart dropped. There was nothing she could conceivably do that would help her save Hiccup's life. It was all up to him.

And their time to act was up, they could both feel it. Turning the knife in his hand, Hiccup decided to make his move while he still could. He plunged it deep into Grimmel's right side.

With a shout of pain, he collapsed and let go of his hostage, but this unexpected turn of events didn't prevent Hiccup from getting hurt. The sharp blade grazed Hiccup's throat as Grimmel fell and blood came spewing from his throat.

Astrid and Hiccup stared at each other in horror. She watched his eyes widen and tears roll down his cheeks.

Hiccup let himself drop down to the floor, back against a wall and his uninjured hand grabbing his throat. His top priority right now was keeping pressure on his wound, he could not die today.

"Oh Gods, Hiccup!" Astrid shouted and hurried to his side, completely losing sight of Grimmel. Grabbing cloth, she helped him attempt to stop the bleeding.

Either his injury or his panic wasn't allowing him to breathe properly, but he desperately tried to suck in every breath he could take and stared Astrid in the eye.

"You're going to be okay, Babe. You're going to be just fine, I promise you." Astrid knew it was bad to make such a promise, but she couldn't help herself. She could see how much pain he was in and how scared he was. She was crying herself.

If she lost him just when things were looking up, she would never forgive herself for failing him.

She didn't want a life without him. Astrid's world wasn't worth living in if Hiccup wasn't in it.

The door flung open at that exact moment and on the other side stood the other Riders.

"Here we are! Your favorite Rider on all of Berk, the Snotman, has finally arrived! It took us way too long to find everybody." Of course, that was the kind of greeting Snotlout would give them.

They seemed to have been laughing, but all cheer immediately disappeared when they caught sight of the bloody scene that the living space of their home was turned into.

"Oh no!" Fishlegs shouted and immediately raced over to Hiccup and Astrid.

"What the Hel happened?!" Snotlout shouted. He was expecting to find a nice dinner cooked by Hiccup and not touched by Astrid, instead this is what he found. Their Chief and future Chieftess putting pressure onto the former's wound and Grimmel bleeding out on the floor.

Eret and Gobber were there too, but noticed that nothing needed to be done about Grimmel.

The knife Hiccup had used was no longer in his torso and a pool of blood tainted the wooden boards beneath him. He was quickly bleeding to death, all that remained were a couple of ragged breaths.

"Look at the bright side, Boy-Chief," Hiccup glared at Grimmel. Fishlegs was rushing about in search of anything he could use, Eret aided him in his search.

"No more honking!" The man laughed breathily. He was happy it was a sound he no longer needed to hear, not even in his head. Hiccup's frustration was visibly worn on his face.

Grimmel's laughing soon ceased, his face grew slack, and his body went limp. He was gone, he'd found the peace he was so desperately looking for this past couple of weeks.

Tuffnut, feeling sick because he'd made plenty of jokes about his friend's voice before, kicked the dead man's boot.

"Fishlegs, what do we do?!" Astrid hated panicking, but blood was seeping through the fabric and their hands.

It hurt terribly, but Hiccup wasn't gurgling and breathing wasn't impossible. He tried desperately to hold onto the hope that this was a good sign to remain calm.

"I'm getting the healer!" Eret took it upon himself and ran out the door. He shouted for Skullcrusher, who wasn't far it seemed.

"Oh, son." It wasn't an expression Gobber used as often for his apprentice as he wanted to, but he did it as he kneeled next to Hiccup, hand on his shoulder. Hiccup looked at him from the corners of his eyes. His fear and pain broke Gobber's heart.

With Astrid in front of him, Ruffnut took Hiccup's other shoulder. If anything, their presence helped him feel less alone.

Snotlout and Tuffnut, they were helping Fishlegs.

What a turn this evening had taken. One moment he was gladly preparing a homemade meal for his loved ones and the next... It all happened in the blink of an eye, but the consequences may be permanent.

They certainly were for Grimmel.

Fishlegs ordered them to lay Hiccup down and Ruffnut and Astrid helped lied down on the floor. By then, Hiccup passed out.

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Everyone was hurt in some way or form that night.

Ruffnut was touched that two of her fellow Riders had taken her health and safety to heart, but found herself to be horrified that Grimmel planned on doing the same to her that he had done to Hiccup.

Sleep evaded her almost entirely ever since that evening. Without Gothi's help, she wouldn't have gotten a single wink if exhaustion didn't force her to doze off.

Tuffnut made far fewer jokes at Hiccup's expense, he made far fewer jokes in general.

Believing that somehow his jokes about Hiccup's voice is what had lead to this, he wasn't his usual chaotic and carefree self. Astrid once heard from Fishlegs that he overheard Tuffnut confessing to Snotlout about having nightmares telling him that he was responsible.

As for Snotlout, he took it upon himself to keep watch over Hiccup so long as he recovered and he was a vigilant watcher. Astrid was expected to be Acting Chief in Hiccup's stead, so she couldn't be there for him, no matter how badly she wanted to be.

It had nothing to do with Eret's decision to do the same, the two worked in shifts and relieved each other. Hiccup hated being babysat, but everybody was afraid of leaving him alone for the time being.

Fishlegs wasn't quite the same anymore either. Though, he'd treated his friends many times before, none of those incidents involved an injury such as a slit throat. Keeping Hiccup alive, his best friend, his confidant, his fellow dragon geek, had been a nightmare from beginning to end.

The second worst off was Astrid, who'd said her goodbyes to her parents so she could move in with her future husbands some months earlier than expected.

The house they had built together with their friends out of love for each other she now hated. Coming home every evening after a tiring day as Chieftess, though the floor had been scrubbed clean, she was reminded without fail of the event that transpired in their living space.

The moment Hiccup was back up on his feet, she wanted to move. It may seem like a rash decision, but this was no longer a place she wanted to share a life with him in, build a family with him in. She knew Hiccup shared her feelings.

As for Hiccup himself...

"Bud... T-Tooth.... Toothless."

Important arteries hadn't been hurt in the attack and neither was his windpipe, but it was becoming clear that his voice had suffered, just like Gothi feared. It was still there, he wasn't completely mute, but the words that did leave were so quiet they were nearly inaudible.

It frustrated him. In a community such as theirs, where being the loudest in the room made you the one people actually listened to, Hiccup's loss of voice was a disaster in his eyes. And he already had such a hard time being heard all his life. He was supposed to be the Chief.

Toothless was in bed with him.

After returning from his time away with the Light Fury, he found the living room floor stained in dried blood near the kitchen and that had nearly sent him panicking before Astrid called to him. Ever since then, after finding his Rider pale and lifeless on his bed with Fishlegs working to keep him alive, Toothless hadn't left.

Light had been more understanding than they'd anticipated. She didn't ask Toothless to leave his wounded human's side and she even dared set foot inside the Viking home to warily bring him the fish she caught for him.

Toothless was lying in front of Hiccup, who was sitting up with his legs crossed and his neck bandaged. He was trying to speak, trying to strain his voice and force it to be louder, but nothing except for silent breathy whispers passed his lips. His dragon hated them, too. That they were painful to say didn't help either.

Unlike most, most humans, Toothless loved his Rider's voice. It had always sounded soothing to him and he knew others of his species agreed. Part of why wild and even captured dragons calmed so readily in his presence was because of his voice.

It must've been something specific to their species, humans didn't seem to share this sentiment.

"You shouldn't force yourself, Hiccup. You need to let it rest, you know what Gothi said." Astrid spoke softly. Her tone had grown quieter as of late as well, though Hiccup wasn't entirely sure she even realized she was lowering her own volume around him.

She came into their room holding a plate with food. He didn't have much of an appetite, but there was a distinct feeling Astrid wouldn't care.

The plate was placed on his lap after Toothless made room.

"Berk wants me to tell you that they're thinking of you and that they're hoping to see you out and about soon." After a little while of Hiccup quietly staring at his lunch, Astrid decided to speak up.

"Berk?" Hiccup mouthed. Trying to say his Night Fury's name had taken what little his voice had left to give for that day. Astrid could read his lips, but she could tell what he was trying to ask out of the context of their conversation.

"Yeah, the entire village of New Berk. You have no idea how many people have told me to tell you to get better soon. There are more get-well gifts than we will ever need in life. And there are so many dragons that are leaving heaps of fish or even entire boars on our doorstep. Everyone's thinking of you." She told him, smiling at him.

Hiccup huffed. He received enough gifts from worried Hooligans to know that what she was saying was the truth. He was touched that they thought of him, however.

The silence stretched on and not because of an unwillingness to talk.

Reaching a hand out, Toothless automatically licked it.

"You..." Astrid started, but she took a pause. She wasn't even sure of what she wanted to say yet.

Hiccup already needed to get used to a life with one leg missing and now he was forced to adjust to having no voice. None of them liked to think about it, but trying times were coming for Hiccup.

He couldn't sleep either, neither one of them could. Hiccup and Astrid both shared near-identical dark circles underneath their eyes.

"You know everything's going to be okay, right? It doesn't look like it, but it will. Eventually." Astrid told him. It was because he couldn't respond anymore that it took Astrid longer than it should've to realize he wasn't paying as much attention as she previously thought.

"Hiccup?"

He was staring at his hand, at Toothless licking and nuzzling it.

Perhaps, she was right. A plan was forming.

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"I know, I know! But Fishnut was being so mean and she was tricking Nuffink into doing stupid things!" Zephyr was a tiny angry ball as she shouted, fists by her side as her little brother nursed a couple of fresh bruises that the boy was sure to forget about in just another moment.

Who knew playing with a group of excitable juvenile Gronckles was more dangerous than it was fun?

"Mom says it's okay to punch people!" Zephyr argued back at her father and Astrid, who was helping Stormfly pretty herself up outside, couldn't help but smile.

"That's my girl!" She shouted as she brushed the Nadder's side.

"Dad says I can only do it as an adult!" Zephyr shouted back, translating.

"Well, that is when your punches hurt the most," Astrid stated matter-of-factly.

Inside their home, Hiccup rolled his eyes and shook his head, but he was amused. Of course, that would be Astrid's response. He continued his conversation with his daughter.

After that horrible night when Grimmel took his voice as his last act in life, Hiccup developed a new way to communicate.

They were hand signals created to get most, if not all, of his points across. A completely non-verbal language Berk had never seen before that was unlike Gothi's way of speaking. If there was one thing Hiccup excelled at, it was languages and Fishlegs helped.

It also didn't hurt that the Dragon Riders had gone out there in search of outside sources to help. Others spoke using their hands and it was fascinating to learn all about it.

Hiccup's hands were already as expressive as they come and he'd been assured that a lack of a verbal voice certainly hadn't tempered his sass in the slightest. In fact, it had tripled.

Most of Berk had a hard time learning, but Zephyr and Nuffink, at the very least, and most of the other kids on Berk seemed to understand him perfectly.

That had been one of Hiccup's greatest fears when faced with the prospect of becoming a father, that his children may never understand him, that they would never be able to have a single conversation, but they did.

This was something they'd grown up with. Their father's language was as natural to them as their mother's.

All of the Dragon Riders had been adamant in learning it when Hiccup first started using it, refining it along the way.

They had learned how to communicate with their dragons using only their hands for stealth situations long ago, they stubbornly claimed that this would be no different.

They were wrong. Learnings things such as "fly" or "duck" wasn't as similar as learning an entirely new language, but Hiccup made sure to implement those old signals for their dragons into his new way of talking.

Of all his friends, Snotlout was the one having the hardest time adjusting, but he saw it through. He was going to learn it no matter what and Hiccup greatly appreciated his devotion to once again understand his Chief and best friend.

Snotlout's efforts had touched him in a way very few had. And with someone like Hiccup, that was saying something.

Developing a way for him to talk with his hands had been an arduous process filled with many trials and errors. They all remembered it as a very frustrating time filled with more breakdowns than Hiccup would ever want to admit, but it kept him looking toward the future.

Hiccup and Astrid's wedding still took place sometime after he recovered and it was only a year later that Zephyr was born. Nuffink was born three years after his sister.

Much like how losing a great deal of his left leg hadn't stopped Hiccup from taking up the mantle as Berk's only dragon expert and opening the Dragon Academy, losing his voice hadn't stopped him from building his future. During many dark moments, it was one of the things that kept him going.

And there was one advantage to having a beard and a high collar. The scar on his neck remained hidden.

Well, most of the time. Sometimes it felt good to feel the wind on the entire surface of his face again.

Hiccup knew he would someday have to tell their children what had happened that day, however. He would have to inform them how high the cost of protecting dragons could sometimes be. Just like their parents, Zephyr and Nuffink loved those amazing creatures as much as they did.

Toothless was like an uncle to them, Light a very distant aunt, and the Nightlights their cousins.

And Zephyr, curious and smart, had noticed from a very young age that her dad wasn't like the other dads in the village because he couldn't talk.

It made them very patient children, Nuffink included. They never interrupted him, they let him speak his mind, that is what they had been taught. Astrid would not have it any other way, she was particularly strict about that. They also knew their father would let them speak uninterrupted as well.

"She can be a handful, that one." After Zephyr had left with second thoughts about punching Fishnut in the chest and after finishing tending to her Nadder, Astrid joined her husband at the table.

He was in the middle of sketching out his newest design when Fishlegs' and Ruffnut's daughter came to tattle on theirs.

"Sometimes it's almost like Nuffink is the quiet one." He signed with a playful smile. To their surprise, there was truth to his words and Astrid let out a short laugh.

They sat together in silence, hands intertwined as they watched Zephyr and Nuffink run around with Dart, Pouncer, and Ruffrunner. There was only so much the open front door allowed them to see, but the sounds they made helped them fill in the blanks.

During the last decade, they'd both discovered a newfound fondness for simple quiet moments together like this.

"Hiccup..." Astrid broke it momentarily to face him and Hiccup gazed back at his wife. Having caught his attention, she signed the one sentence she practiced over and over again until she deemed it perfect enough. And when it came to herself, her standards were always high.

A loving smile appeared on his face and Astrid cupped his cheek.

"I love you too." He returned the gesture, leaning into her touch.

Scooting over to sit closer to him, Astrid let her head rest on his shoulder and Hiccup let his rest on hers.

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