#and I Did have to get up to bounce around excitedly. so perhaps we are due for a tharkay.

[chiropteracupola]

The People Have Requested A Granby, and By Golly, A Granby They Shall Have!

#em draws stuff #em is posting about temeraire #temeraire #john granby #thank you eve + julia + cedar for making your opinions very known. More Granbies Soon as it took me An Hwhile to learn his face #he is Too Fancy but I am still figuring out how I think the aviators' uniforms work (and also was excited about being Able To Draw) #I can't decide whether or not keeping the tails on the coats would be useful or a hindrance aboard a dragon #altho' I shall probably opt for double-breasted coats in the working uniforms... hm maybe Design Sketches are in order #anyway Here's Granby having a rough day as per usual. #as for where I shall go next drawings-wise I am presently reading black powder war and tharkay has made his appearance #and I Did have to get up to bounce around excitedly. so perhaps we are due for a tharkay.

[spicyicetea]

My Forest Spirit

A legend of Zelda BOTW/TOTK Yandere x Reader. This is obviously cannon divergent. Fem!Y/N is short and Curvy in this, and is often described with long hair. This story will contain NSFW! scenes, violence and profanity. MDNI

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Chapter 4: You're so soft

I watched in awe at the petals that floated on the water's surface. Red and purple flowers danced in unison, sent in parting directions as Urbosa added strange crystals that dissolved into the water. She motioned me over as a knock rang out from the main entrance to her chambers. Her expression seemed somewhat annoyed but she just shot me a smile before leaving to answer the door.

 Dropping to my knees, I dip a finger into the water, playing with the soft petals that seemed to gravitate towards me. On closer inspection, I actually think I did recognise these flowers. Although I had never seen them in person, I knew someone had told me about them. Her voice rang in my ears like a distant melody that I hadn't thought about for centuries. 

"And what is this one called?" The sweet voice asked, gesturing to a book she laid in her lap.

"That is warm Saffina! It grows near the Gerudo desert." I answer, smiling as she runs a hand through my hair and tucks some loose strands behind my ear.

"That's right dear. You're getting better at remembering all this new information, perhaps I could teach you some magic one day darling."

"You would do that for me? Thank you, my queen, what an honour!" I kick my feet excitedly, my ears twitching as I rocked in excitement.

The woman just raised a hand to her mouth to cover it while laughing. The delicate markings that ran over her tan skin never became boring to look at. I wonder what they all meant. She moved her book from her lap and pulled me closer until my head laid in it. Her gentle touch ran over my face and back into my hair as she smiled down at me.

"Dear I've already told you not to call me that, I prefer you just calling me by my name." Her sweet voice whispered, changing to a hum at the end like a lullaby

"Of course," I yawn. "Sorry, I keep forgetting So-"

"Y/N are you alright? You seem vacant."

My eyes darted around until I turned and saw Urbosa knelt beside me. Her hand rested on my hip as she gave me a concerned look. Feeling guilty, I turned and shook my head profusely. She sighed in what I can only hope was relief.

"Thank goodness, you were worrying me for a minute there. One of the knights just dropped off some clothes that should fit you, if you wish to bathe now we can."

My eyes lit up at the idea of being able to be in warm water for once and I jumped up. Eagerly, I slid my skirt of leaves down, nearly ripping apart the scrappy shirt that I had been given by Hestu. The clothes lay abandoned on the floor as I stretched. Urbosa's eyes widened as they met my body, her honey skin going a soft pink. My hands moved to cover my body, unsure why she was acting like that.

"Are you alright? Is there something wrong?" I ask, stepping over to make sure she wouldn't collapse.

"Yes dear I'm fine, I just hadn't expected you to undress so quickly. Why don't you step into the water while I prepare the soaps?"

I beamed at her suggestion and nodded eagerly. Swiftly, I turn on my heels and walk towards the deep tub. With an arm under my chest to stop the bouncing from my jumpy steps. Warm water in the sunken tub wrapped around my body as I lowered myself in, only reaching my hips. I felt almost weightless as I danced around the tub, enjoying the comfort of the heated water. A warm chuckle echoed through the bathroom as Urbosa watched me play. Excitedly, I turned to her, some flower petals stuck over my shoulders and chest from where I had been tossing them around. 

"Oh, I can't believe you all have stuff like this! It's so nice!" I grin at her.

She chuckles at my reaction and strides towards the tub. 

"You sweet little angel, relax for a moment. Think of all those spirits that you wanted to tell me about."

I had completely forgotten what we had even planned to talk about. My back turned to her as I began thinking. There were many spirits I had met over the years. The Koroks have always been there, but many more visited me over the centuries. One of the fondest had to have been the woman I was thinking of earlier. She was always so sweet to me, running from her husband to read books to me and teach me about the world outside the forest. I knew she was a queen yet I can't remember her name. How bittersweet. The more I think of it, I can barely remember her husband either. He looked nothing like her or even myself. His warmth is all I can remember. When he'd find where his wife had disappeared to, scolding her for not telling him where she was going as he had been worried. The way she'd pout and hug me tighter telling him to just leave so she could go back to relaxing. He'd always roll his eyes and sat beside her. His long nails raked against my scalp, quickly lulling me to sleep as their conversation slowly drowned out.

I jolted as I felt a hand on my shoulder. Panicked, I attempt to turn but the hand holds my chin in place. 

"Calm down it's only me, you wanted me to wash your hair, right?"

"Oh, yes. Sorry, I forgot."

Urbosa just chuckled and ran a hand through my hair, making sure it was all wet. The water moved around me as I felt something soft press against my shoulders and neck. I shivered at the contact and I tried to turn to see what it was but Urbosa held me in place, running a hand over my waist.

"Don't worry dear, just relax, let me take care of you." She whispered, her warm breath tickling the back of my ear. 

My breath caught in my throat as her hands rested on my sides. Her warm lips pressed against the side of my neck, and one of her hands reached elsewhere out of my sight. I gulped as her hand came back to my shoulder, massaging a cold gel against my skin. Her hand slowly massaged closer to my chest and my breath hitched again.

"I thought you just wanted to wash my hair?" I gulped.

"Oh my apologies dear, I just wished to help you relax dear, a massage. May I?" She cooed, her lips pressing on the shell of my ear,

I gulp but nod as her hands knead my shoulders and slowly move down to my chest. The bubbles gathered over my skin as her fingers pressed into the soft fat on my chest. Her hands massaged further squeezing at the plush mounds. A strange sound bubbled from my throat escaped, like a songbird's call. 

"Urbosa! Lady Zelda called for you an hour ago, get your hands off of Y/N and do your job!" A masculine voice barked. 

I turned in panic to the doorway where Link stood, covering his eyes with his hand.

#legend of zelda botw #legend of zelda tears of the kingdom #legend of zelda breath of the wild #legend of zelda x reader #x reader #yandere x reader #link x reader #legend of zelda fanfiction #legend of zelda #urbosa x reader #urbosa #queen sonia #totk rauru #king rauru #loz rauru #tw suggestive

[bts-hyperfixation]

Tour Surprise

A yoongi x reader fanfiction

Summer madness 8/31 You surprise your best friend, Yoongi, while he has a few days break on tour. The only issue is you didn't think to check if there was space for you at the hotel... looks like you're sharing a bed.

Yes I'm aware it's no longer summer

“Surprise!” You shout jumping out from behind a pillar in the hotel lobby.

Yoongi stands with his mouth agape as he takes in your sudden appearance while his security guard looks slightly concerned that you were able to just appear. You reach out and close Yoongi’s mouth for him and his brain finally seems to catch up with his eyes.

“Y/N! You’re here.” He grins, enveloping you in a hug. “I didn’t think I would get to see you until we were back in Seoul.”

“I got some time off work, thought I would fly out to see my best friend. Namjoon said you would have a couple days spare this week.”

The older rapper glared across the lobby at the band’s leader, who was doing a terrible job of pretending not to be watching the two of you. Yoongi took your bag from you and lead you through the hotel. You spent the time in the elevator telling him about your awful seatmate on the plane and complaining about how uncomfortable economy could be. He agreed with you, although you suspect he no longer knows what economy feels like.

His room is right at the end of the hall, in between those of the other members. It’s smaller than the suites they’ve had in the past. A single kingbed stands proudly in the middle of the floor, a large TV on the wall across from it, and there is a hot tub right in the far window overlooking a stunning view. Suddenly you regret not bringing a swimsuit.

There is, unfortunately, a evident lack of a sofa. The hotel seems to have opted for overstuffed armchairs around a coffee table instead. In the past when you had visited Yoongi on tour he had always been aware and had ensured a sofa bed or extra room for you, perhaps you should’ve thought ahead to ask Namjoon to book you an extra room, but he is terrible with secrets and adding an extra task would’ve basically been begging for Yoongi to find out you were coming.

He must notice you looking at all of the chairs, judging which would be most comfortable because he laughs at you and nudges his head towards the bed.

“I think this should be big enough for the two of us.”

“I didn’t want to assume you would be okay sharing a bed.” You shrug.

“I’m not sure we would even notice another person in that bed with the size of it.”

He flops on to the side of the bed he prefers, proving his point as the other side remains unperturbed. He stretches his arms across the pillows, his fingertips barely reaching past the middles. You quash the disappointment that appears unwanted in the pit of your stomach. A left over reflex of a years old crush.

You kick off your shoes and mimic his actions, your fingertips brushing against his wrist as you land. His arm recoils back to his own side and you try not to think too much about it. You wriggle, messing up the sheets around you.

“I can’t believe how comfy this thing is.” You say, bouncing a little.

“I should hope so with the cost of this hotel.” Yoongi grumbles.

“Do I even want to know?” You turn on your side to face him.

“Probably not.” He says, facing you too.

You study his features. He looks tired, this is the end of the tours second leg, he probably hasn’t had a moment to himself in two months. It make syou feel a little guilty when you realise you are taking up his only alone time.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” He sighs, stifling a yawn.

He has always had a way of sensing where your thoughts were headed

“Did you have a look at anything you wanted to do while you are here? We could go to a museum? Or get food?” He says excitedly, although it is followed by another yawn.

“How about we take a nap first? I had a long flight and I’m sure you had a long day.”

He opens his mouth like he wants to fight to stay awake but he ultimately abandons his plan and shrugs, rolling onto his back and closing his eyes.

You shake your head as he appears to immediately fall asleep.

Dragging yourself away from comfort, you pull some pyjamas from the top of your bag and go into the bathroom to get changed. When you return Yoongi has shirked off his shirt and wiggled under the duvet. He is snoring softly as you pull the covers around yourself.

The first thing you notice as you awake is the weight on one side of your body. The second thing is the very hard appendge pressed up against your thigh.

It takes a moment for your sleep addled brain to put two and two together to work out that it is a very asleep Yoongi that is attached to you. And that it is his very awake dick that is digging into your leg.

Just as you are about to roll him away, he grinds down, whimpering in his sleep at the pressure. The noise short circuits your brain for a moment causing your thigh to move on its own to make the noise again.

It’s as your name tumbles from his lips it occurs to you what you are doing. One look at his face makes it evident that he is still fast asleep. He must be dreaming... about you.

His hips stutter against you once more and you are spurred into action, rolling him away from you a little too harshly, almost falling out of bed yourself. You cling to him to keep yourself from tipping over the edge, waking him in the process.

He blinks the sleep away from his eyes and assesses the immediate situation. He grips your arms and pulls you back into the bed chuckling to himself.

“Guess the bed wasn’t big enough after all.”

He doesn’t seem to know what woke him up, paying more attention to making sure you are safely back in bed . That is until he pulls you close and you brush up against his crotch once more. He immediately freezes, eyes glancing down between the two of you and back to your blushing face.

“Ah shit... sorry, it’s been a long, lonely couple of weeks...” He scoots back on the bed leaving plenty of room for you both. "I was going to take care of that need this afternoon... but well... you know you’re here. It’ll go away on it’s own soon.”

“I’m really sorry.” You blush...

But then an idea crosses your mind. A potentially very bad idea.

“If it’s my fault you’re stuck like this... maybe I should help you to fix it.” You suggest before you loose your nerve.

His eyebrow goes up, intrigued, before he shakes his head and gets ready to dismiss you.

“It’s not actually your fault, I was joking.”

You take note of how he doesn’t explicitly say no. Overconfidence spurs you forward before you think better of it.

“But you were dreaming about me, so it most be my fault.”

His ears turn a deep shade of red that you didn’t think was an option on the human spectrum.

“How did y...”

“You talk in your sleep. You scoot closer to him. “What was I doing in your dream? Maybe we could continue it in real life? I so rudely cut it short after all”.

In one last daring move you put your leg back between his thighs and press. Time pauses as he thinks about your offer, your brain briefly wanders to whether or not one of the others boys has a sofa available for you to use when this goes terribly south. But that moment never comes. Yoongi is suddenly back to rubbing his clothed cock against your bare leg, pushing your shorts upwards to give himself more space.

“Why do you want to help me?” He asks.

His lips are right by your ear now. He nibbles at your earlobe as he waits for your answer.

“You’re my best friend... and I love you.” You confess.

He whines and his hips move faster along your thigh.

“Let me help you properly.” You say, moving your hand down to his crotch but he pushes you away.

“You are helping.” He groans through gritted teeth.

His mouth falls away from your ear as his head nestles into the crook of your neck. He mouths blindly along you shoulder as his thrusts against your leg become more erratic. As he bites down at the base of your neck he cums hard in his pants.

You can feel the dampness seeping through the fabric of his sweats onto you. Something that would’ve embarrassed you if it was any other man, was so unbelievably sexy when it was Yoongi. You waited until his breathing evened out and he pulled away from you to speak.

“Is that what we were doing in your dream?”

“Almost exactly yeah.” He confirms/

"What was different?"

"I don’t usually cum so quickly in dreams.” He buries his face in his pillow, ashamed.

“Usually? So you dream about me a lot?”

He just nods into the pillow, too embarrassed to keep answering you.

“Always that same dream?”

This time he shakes his head no in to the pillow.

“So there are other things we could try next then.”

That gets him to lift his head up.

“You want to help me masturbate again? Even after you just saw me loose it like an 18 year old virgin?”

“Given the choice? I would prefer it to be more mutual pleasure. Although watching you like that was hot as fuck.”

“Mutual pleasure... right... Pleasing you... because you want me... like that.” He looks over at you to confirm that is what you meant.

“Yeah, I do. Provided you want me... like that.”

“I feel like I’ve proven that I do.” he says.

He pushes the duvet away and gestures to the wet patch on his pants. You take his hand a pull it towards your heat, letting him feel how wet you are yourself. He pulls his hand away and admires the moisture on his fingers.

“Just one question though.”

“shoot.”

“When you said you love me, did you mean as a friend? Or do you really love me?”

“I really love you.”

“Oh thank god.” He smiles.

Then before you get a chance to ask if he feels the same he removes the already limited space between you and covers your lips with his own.

Check out my masterlist for the other summer madness works!

#bts fic #bts smut #kpop smut #kpop fic #bts imagines #yoongi smut #yoongi fic #agust d smut #agust d fic #suga smut #suga fic

[vilevenom]

Do you think you could do (pre first movie setting) grey branch x poppy bonding with a jealous creek third wheeling and forced proximity ?

Thank you in advance if you decide to!!!!!

Hello, Anon! Thank you for your prompt! Despite my love for Groppy, this one ended up pretty short, sorry! I like to think most of their bonding was in short little bursts, since Branch was still pretty pissy at her by the beginning of the first movie. Enjoy!

Branch sighed for what felt like the twelfth time as he trudged along his usual stick collecting path, ear twitching in irritation as he could hear Poppy a few feet back being "quiet" as she excitedly prattled on at Creek about how "fun it was" to accompany Branch.

"Once again, Poppy," Branch half snarled as he turned on his heel to face the two behind him, a stout scowl on his face, "I did not invite you to come with me. Second, I asked you to be quiet. You are not being quiet."

"I'm whispering! That's quiet," Poppy protested, her hands on her hips as she returned Branch's scowl with a frown of her own.

"Not quiet /enough/. You're going to attract all sorts of critters to us with your yammering," Branch groused, gesturing towards the forest at large.

"Poppy," Creek cut in, stepping between Branch and the princess, his back to the grey troll, "Perhaps we ought to go back to the village, hmm? We're obviously not wanted here." He shot Branch a look over his shoulder, before turning back to Poppy. "I mean, Branch is obviously very busy with his, ah, stick collecting. We're probably hindering him more than anything."

Poppy scoffed, waving her hand at Creek as she stepped around him. "Nonsense! We're providing company and moral support," she stated brightly, trotting over to Branch with a smile. "Would it be more helpful if we also looked for sticks?"

Branch eyed her for a moment, before shrugging and turning back around to continue tromping down the trail. "Fine. But make sure they're dry, and straight! A wet stick isn't going to do me any good, and a warped shape will be hard to store."

"Aye aye, captain," Poppy chirped with a mock salute, skipping along after Branch down the trail. Creek looked less than enthused as he reluctantly followed along behind the two.

~

"What about this one?"

An hour or so had passed, and Branch had gathered a dozen sticks so far, while rejecting nearly every one that Poppy offered up. He glanced at the one she was currently holding out, scrunching his nose at it.

"No. It's too thin and brittle. It'll break too easily," Branch stated, shaking his head and turning away to root through some under brush,

"Well, what kind of stick would even make Branch happy?" Creek scoffed, having only picked up one single twig as they had trudged through the woods, which he was now using to draw in the dirt as he sat on a rock.

Poppy perked up and bounced over to Branch, bouncing on her toes. "Actually, yeah! You haven't actually said what you're specifically looking for, besides straight and dry. More details would be helpful," she hummed, grinning as Branch stood back up, leaves sticking haphazardly out of his hair.

"What?"

"More details!" Poppy reiterated, waving her rejected stick in Branch's face.

Branch screwed up his face and took a step back so he wouldn't get hit, glancing briefly between a scowling Creek and an overenthusiastic Poppy. "Uh, well," he started, watching Creek throw his arms in the air and fall backwards off the rock behind Poppy, "I'm looking for weaponizable sticks. Slightly thicker, easy to carve into a point."

"Weapons?! Branch, no," Poppy shook her head, her lower lip jutting out in a pout.

"Branch, yes," Branch hissed back, scowl instantly back on his face. "As much as you want to stick your head in the sand about it, the village needs protection. Even if I'm the only one who sees it, I'm going to at least make sure we have defense against critters."

Poppy's shoulders dropped sadly as Branch glared her down, only to jump as a hand landed on her shoulder. She turned a panicked look over her shoulder, sighing in relief as she realized it was only Creek. She had momentarily forgotten he's tagged along. He smiled warmly at her, giving her shoulder a little squeeze.

"Come on, Princess," Creek hummed, smiling benignly at Branch, "Let's leave him to it, yeah? We can head back to mine and bake some cupcakes? Bring some positivity into the world, instead of violence." His smile grew thin as Branch visibly bristled in front of them.

Poppy chewed on her lip for a moment, before shaking her head, and subsequently Creeks hand from her shoulder. "No, no. Branch is right. There are some nasty critters out here. Maybe a few defenses wouldn't be so bad."

Branch blinked in surprise at Poppy's acquiescence, his entire posture immediately relaxing. "Wait…really?"

Poppy perked up at Branch, a bright smile growing on her face. "Yeah! I mean, I would prefer more of a deterrent kind of defense or trap…could we do that, instead of something that hurts them?"

"I mean, that only works so well," Branch waved a hand in the air, noticing as Poppy's smile slowly dimmed, a nearly unnoticeable dark flush creeping across his cheeks as he waved a hand through the air, "Not that it couldn't work at all! Maybe we could do a mix of both. Deterrents at the forefront, and something more, uh, harsh for the more determined critters?"

Poppy clapped her hands together, bouncing on her toes as she nodded enthusiastically, thrilled to have Branch actually engaging with her. "Okay, yeah! Maybe we could do some nets? What do you need to make nets?"

The tiniest of smiles curled Branch's mouth as he nodded along while Poppy began to ramble about her ideas in regards to non-lethal traps. Meanwhile, Creek was left with a fierce scowl on his face, arms crossed over his chest as the other two began walking away down the trail, completely forgetting about his existence as they went. He took a moment to gather his thoughts and take a couple of calming breaths before storming after the two. He was not about to leave the village recluse alone with the princess.

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #groppy #trolls branch #trolls poppy #trolls creek #broppy #things that i wrote

[thatbanditqueen]

The Lou Lou Special

An Elvis Presley One Shot

A response to the writing game prompt: “Do you mind? I came in here to get away from other people.”

Warnings: kissing, fluff, Texas? some historical inaccuracies. All the typos. I literally just finished writing this. It is perhaps the fluffiest and most innocent thing I have ever written.

Summary: Lois is away from home, visiting her family in Texas, when her cousins abandon her after an Elvis Presley concert.

7:15 PM, Thursday, June 16, 1955

Midland High School, Midland, Texas

The sun was setting off in the distance, and the warm, rich golden oranges, yellows and pinks of the dusk sky almost made the oil rig silhouettes look beautiful. Even so, Lois wished she was back in Pasadena, getting a malt in Old Town with Jean and Ruby, perhaps talking with some of the older boys from her high school. Or sitting back giggling with Jean as as Ruby flirted and tried to get someone to buy her fries. It had only been three days since she’d been shipped off to Texas, but she was already homesick. She sighed. Right now, Lois would even settle for a night taking her bratty, unbearable her 8-year old brother Ritchie out to a movie. Anything to not be here, stuck with her cousins, a living tribute from her parents to kiss up to Zeyde. Nate’s snickering brought her back to the present, and Lois pressed her hands into the cold brick ledge and turned around to look at her cousin.

Nate sipped from his flask, and handed it to his friend, what was his name, Ralph? Nate’s sister Sharon lit a cigarette and blew her smoke to the side, her dark red lipstick smudged the tip. It reminded Lois how simple her own make up had been, she touched her purse and pulled out her light pink tinted lip pomade, reapplying it with her finger.

“Want some?” Sharon asked, a sneer in her voice as her cigarette ash fell down onto the concrete floor. She thinks she’s so cool and sophisticated now that she’s graduated from high school. Lois was now the only student among the group, Nate worked for Zeyde, and Ralph did something for an oil company. The boys had been in the same grade, and Ralph was much closer to her cousins than she was.

Lois shook her head, and looked back out over the ledge, this time down to the front of the high school, watching groups of other young people, and some of their parents, walking into the entrance below.

Ralph took another swig of the flask and thumped it in Nathan’s chest. He looked at Lois and Sharon, then back at Nate. “We should do down, I wanna get to the front where we can dance with some of the girls.”

With that, Nate led the way off the rooftop and down the stairs to the back of the high school.

Nate’s voice echoed as he called out in the stair. “Dance? Who’s the cat we’re seeing tonight anyhow?”

Ralph bounced to the bottom stair. “Elvis Presley, he’s on the Hayride radio show, but I saw him in Houston with my brother. He’s wild. I bought all his records.”

“Never heard of him,” Lois whispered.

“Don’ you listen to the Lousiana Hayride out there in San Diego?

Lois shook her head, and whispered, “It’s LA actually.”

“What was that?” Ralph asked, but Nate hit him on the shoulder as they turned the corner.

“Don’t pay any attention to her, she doesn’t know anything, she’s barely 16.”

Lois sucked in her tummy, and hung back, trailing behind them while they wound their way through the high school hallways, encountering more and more people as they closed in on the auditorium. Ralph, Sharon and Nate fell in with some friends they recognized, and Lois trailed further behind, listening to them excitedly talk about their summer plans. One girl asked Sharon when she was moving to Austin for college and Lois tuned out Sharon’s exuberant gush about her dorm and her roommate and the new Cadillac convertible Zeyde had bought her. What a brat, if Zeyde knew what you said about him behind his back he’d give you a slap in the face stead of a new car, Lois smiled to herself.  She toyed with the idea of slipping away and seeing if they noticed as the group got farther and farther ahead of her. Several other kids now walked between her and her cousins who had made their way to the front. Lois decided to just hang back and stay, she had no plan for how to get back to the house if she snuck away. So she meandered to a clear spot against the wall, pushed a lock of her dark, brown hair behind her ear and leaned back, picking at her finger nails and scanning across the dark room.Uh. Three more weeks here. I guess I should be happy I got off the ranch tonight, she told herself, thinking of Bubbie back at the main house, probably knitting on the porch or bossing some of the servants around.

The lights dimmed, and the crowd went quiet. Looking around, Lois realized that all the seats were filled, and there must have been fifty people so lined up along the walls, more in the back. I guess this Melvis guy must be popular here in Texas.

A bright light appeared in the center of the stage, and Lois noticed the big bass and drums already set up. A man in a bright silver dinner jacket and suit pants ran out onto the stage to take the mic, and the crowd cheered.

“HeyyyOOO there all you Midlander chicks and chucks! It’s me, Moon Mullican, that handsome rascal who sneaks into your bedroom every night…… on KCEK, that is! Don’t pout, don’t be a lout, daddy’s here and the night is clear for us to have some fun. So stick with me, chickadee, we’re gonna have a party!”

Lois, shook her head to herself, he sounded just as bombastic in his sing songy bantering voice as the radio DJs back home, except with a slight Texas twang. The same twang her mama had been trying to rid herself over the last twenty years in the California sunshine.

Moon’s voice rang out again, and the cheering died down.

“I know he needs no introduction, this boy’s records have been skyrocketing right up the charts. He’s only twenty years old, and has a new distinct musical style. An’ I see all the little gals out there are all ready to scream and shout, with out a doubt, so let’s give a warm Texas welcome to that Hillbilly Cat, that Memphis Flash, ELLLvezzzzzz Presley y’alll!!”

A tall, young man ran out from the wings with a big grin on his face, and Lois gasped at his see-through white lace shirt, tucked into a pair of white dress pants with a silk, pink strip down the side. A guitar hung down at his left hand, and he hit Moon on the shoulder, shaking his hand, then turning to smile at the guys filling out the band behind him. Putting the microphone back into the stand, Elvis slapped his guitar and leaned forward, stuttering and tapping his right foot. He exuded a nervous, excited energy, and his voice was low and deep as it cracked.

“He - he - he - hey y’all, How are ya?” he asked the crowd, and they called back with whoops and claps and cheers. “It’s a real honor to be back here in oil country and play for ya folks. A real honor. I always say, Texas people are, are, the bestest people, an y’all make us feel welcomed an right at home and we wanna thank ya.” He smiled as some of the kids cheered and clapped and called out his name. One girl at the back called out “I love you Elvis.” He smiled into his guitar, responding with a smirk. “I - I love ya too, honey. Well, y’all paid for a show, and that’s what we’re fixin ta give ya. So, well, this un was a single that came out last year on Sun Records. Maybe ya heard and if not, well, it goes sumpin’ like this.” Elvis began to strum his guitar, he closed his eyes, and burst in to the loud opening mewl of “Good Rockin’ Tonight.”

The auditorium filled with the band’s music, and the audience began to stand up in their seats. Almost everyone standing near the wall rushed to the front and began dancing and bouncing up and down. The energetic, country picking of the guitar and the fierce urgency of Elvis’ voice grabbed Lois and she found her feet pulling her forward, mesmerized by the way Elvis moved and sang. He was a man possessed as he swung back and forth, playing guitar as his knees seemingly had a life all their own, jerking and squirming their way across the stage. She found her own feet moving side to side, and relished the feeling of crinoline swishing over her thighs under her dark blue navy skirt. Her cousins and Ralph had ended up in the middle of the crowd dancing at the front of the auditorium, and Lois made herself at home, alone, comforted at least being able to see them from a distance from where she was at the right side of the stage. Closing her eyes, Lois let her self move and twist to the music, then smiled awkwardly at the two girls near her when the song finished.

Lois looked up at the stage, noticing how Elvis clutched the guitar close to him, tightly, as he began to sing “That’s All Right Mama.” During the guitar solo, which the skinny little man in back played, Elvis staggered over to where Lois stood and she moved to lean up towards him against the stage, entranced and unable to stop herself from the gravitational pull of his quirking smile. He bite his lip, and locked eyes with her, muttering a low ���How you doin’ tonight, darlin?” from the stage. The air hitched in Lois’ throat as she laughed nervously and breathed a “good” up to him in reply. Elvis winked, then moved back to the mic and finished the song, pulling his hand through his hair and looking back at Lois with a wide, beaming grin. The girls behind her squealed, and told her that they couldn’t believe how lucky she was. Lois didn’t hear them. She was transfixed, and let her self go, bouncing up and down as the band continued to play song after song, “Blue Moon of Kentucky,” “Heartbreaker,” “Baby, Let’s Play House.” Lois had never seen anyone like Elvis, his legs were spread out wide, he swiveled his knees and thrust his hips up into his guitar, and the girls next to Lois screeched when he swaggered near them, reaching out to try and touch his white hush puppy shoes.

 Elvis began to strum his guitar and then stopped to speak into the microphone.

“Hold it now, fellas, let’s get real, real gone with this one.”

Smirking, he started playing the guitar again, singing  “Milk Cow Blues,” and shouting out “Let’s Milk it,” as the lead guitar player began his solo and Elvis began to swing and wiggle vigorously across the stage. After the solo, Elvis held his guitar aside so he could yank up his belt, laughing at himself and how his shirt was coming out of his pants. Lois blushed, as she caught herself staring at his groin. As if sensing her eyes on him, Elvis looked up at her, and grinned, walking back to the mic to finish singing.

Elvis thanked the audience after that song, and Lois leaned harder against the stage, watching as he wiped the sweat from his face and into his quiffed pompadour. Elvis and the band walked off the stage, and he shot her a kiss as he walked off. Lois stood there, giddy, her whole body felt charged with an electric fire. She steadied herself, catching her breath for a few minutes, then turned around to watch the audience slowly filter out of the back. Lois’ heart started to race when she realized she had lost sight of her cousins, they had not hung back like she thought they would. She started to slowly pace around the side, looking for their faces in the crowd, before quickly walking outside gasping as she saw Sharon’s new convertible pulling off from the parking lot. Lois blood began to beat in her ear drums, and she walked back in, looking around the auditorium for any face she might recognize from previous visits to Texas. Or a kind smile she could trust. She got back up to the front of the empty room and suddenly felt very frightened and abandoned and alone and could feel the tears welling up behind her eyes, so she ran out of the side door and into a nearby stairwell where she sat down and let it all out.

“Ughh, I hate Texas. And I hate Nate. And I hate Sharon and her stupid new car.” Lois stammered to herself through the tears. Then she heard the door to the stairwell crack, and yelled over her shoulder.

“Do you mind? I came here to get away from other people.” Lois wiped her eyes, and turned around to see the singer, Elvis, standing in the doorway behind her.

“Well, hi ta y—you, too, baby.” he smiled, and walked over before plopping down next to her. “Jus loading up the car, and I thought a cat was dying in here. Came to save its life.” He put his arm around her, instantly familiar, and squeezed her waist. His thumb rubbed up and down to soothe her. Lois had never been this close to a boy before, and she trembled at his touch but didn’t pull away. “Hey, sssh, ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

She turned to look up at him, a soft chuckle escaped her mouth as she said, “I know, I’m not scared of you.”

“Huh, well, ok then, fearless wonder. Tell me why you’re in here crying, hate to see pretty girls cry.”

Lois leaned into his shoulder, embarrassed. “Ughh, I got left here and I don’t know what to do.”

Elvis patted the top of her hair. “Yeah, I saw you from the stage, looked like you were all alone through the show. Ain’t ya folks coming to pick ya up?”

“Nuh uh, I came with my cousins. They didn’t want to be near me during the show, I guess I cramp their style, then they left afterwards without me. Sorta a practical joke, I suppose.”

“Well, c’mon, let’s go find a phone and get you daddy to come getcha.” Elvis stood and Lois pulled herself up on his outstretched hand. His face still gleamed with a slight sheen of sweat in the dim glare of the stairwell, and his hair had a glossy radiance to it. She leaned on him for balance, and he put his hand on her waist as she adjusted herself. A blush crept up her cheeks, and Elvis’ lips quirked.”What’s your name, lil’ gal?”

“Lois. Lois Stern.”

Elvis spoke slowly, and softly, stepping back and talking her hand to walk out of the stairwell. “Well, alright then, lil’ Lois, let’s go call ya dad.”

Lois gasped as he walked her in to the hallway. “That’s just the thing, I’m visiting from Los Angeles, and, and, I don’t know my grandparent’s number, or my aunt and uncle’s…”

Elvis stopped for a minute. “Hmm, know where they live?”

“Not the street, but… they live at Quien Sabe Ranch, people round here might know where that is.”

Elvis stopped to think. “K, this is what we gonna do.” His voice was low and playful. “I gotta take the boys back to our motel, then I’ll drive ya home. Sound good?”

Lois nodded, she couldn’t help the dizzy feeling of relief and excitement and attraction that radiated from her face, and Elvis chuckled as he pulled her into his side and walked her out the back door.

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Dipping her french fry in her strawberry shake, Lois looked up to see Elvis’ horrified expression. She giggled.

“What? Never seen someone mix savor and sweet before? It’s delicious, you should try.” She reached across the table with her half eaten fry, and giggled more at his scowl.

“Uh uh. No thankee. No ma’am. These are potatoes and this is a shake. Sometimes they mix in my mouf, but uh, somethin about dippin it in.” He shook his head. “Nope, just don’t sit right with me.”

“C’mon, I promise you’ll like it.”

Elvis shrugged and sat up, and smiling. “Ugh, alright, can’t say know to you, lil’ Lou Lou.”

Then opened his mouth, and Lois fed him the rest of her strawberry milkshake covered fry. He sucked back up over her finger with a devilish glare, and Lois laughed, pulled her finger out of his mouth,

“Ya right.” He said licking his lips. “S’good. S’perfect. Huh, shudda known, the lil’ Lou Lou special would taste just… mhmmm.” He grunted.

Lois chuckled uncontrollably. Then stopped when she noticed an older couple at a booth down the restaurant looking over at them with disdain, and then whispering to each other. She looked back at Elvis, his lace shirt, eye liner and greased back hair made him somewhat of a spectacle in Midland, Texas. Lois slid her left saddle shoe along the inside of his hush puppy, her knee grazing his slightly. It was the second most forward thing she had ever done. The first being getting in his car with him and three men, dropping them off at a hotel, and then riding alone with him to grab something to eat before he drove her home. Elvis leaned his knee back into hers, arching his left eyebrow up.

“Mhmmmm?”

She nodded her chin at the booth behind him. He turned his head to look as she said, “I think you got some fans?” The couple scowled and looked away when Elvis waved at them.

“Aw, they just sore I got a fancier shirt then them.” He took a big bite of burger. “Sow, whads yoar sthorry, darglin?” he asked, mouth full of food and eyes full of mischief.

The door bell rang behind her, and more people came into the diner. Lois didn’t notice. She breathed deep, savoring the spectaclar turn of events, the sweetness of the strawberry shake, the warmth of Elvis legs as they slide tighter on either side of hers and she breathed in with a smile, feeling her blush return.

“Hmmm, well, I’m 16, I love in Pasadena, California, and I’m stuck here in the middle of nowhere Midland Texas for three weeks.” She sipped her shake. “My mom grew up here, met my father in Houston, and he took her back out to Pasadena where he’s from, and that’s where I live with my kid brother. But my grandfather, well, my mom says if I want to go to college or have a wedding, Zeyde’s the one who’d pay for it, so its my job to come visit and make nice.”

Elvis hand moved over Lois’ knee, rubbing the top.

“Hmm, zeyde, you Jewish?” Lois nodded. “Ya know, my neighbors back home in Memphis are Jews, or they were, ‘bout half ma friends are. They taught me yid-a-yish, ya know.”

“Hmmm.” Lois flipped her hair to the side, tucking her dark curls behind her ear. “I hope they taught you yiddish, too, might come in handy if you ever play Brooklyn, or LA for that matter.”

Elvis squeezed her hand. “I know ya aint makin’ fun of the way I talk, are ya Lois?” Then moved his fingers down to pinch her knee.

Lois squealed, inviting another sharp look from the other couple at the back.

“No, no no. I swear, I didn’t mean it,” she yelped as he ticked her leg, she almost fell over giggling when he stopped.

“Whoweee,” Elvis exclaimed, catching his breath from laughing. His eyes locked with Lois’ and his expression became more serious. “Whoweeee… hmmm. Ya got a boyfriend out there, back in Passsa -a -dena?”

Lois shook her head, sucking up the last of her shake.

“Ever had one?”

She shook her head again, looking down.

“Ever been kissed?” his voice cracked as it hit a higher register.

Another head shake. “Nope, I’m preparing for life as an old maid. Weighing my options, librarian or school marm?” Lois smoothed down her white blouse, straightening the dragonfly broach above her breast. The light glinted off of the rhinestones in it and she looked back at Elvis. He pursed his lips, his hand now moved under her skirt and over her bare her knee slowly, firmly, insistently.

“Mhmmmm, I think you could probably do whatever ya set ya mind to. But I promise ya, you’re too pretty to be a spinster, Lou Lou. Mhmmm. Someone’s liable to grab ya up, when you least expect it. I bet you’ll be married ‘fore you’re twenty. If that’s what ya want.” He squeezed her knee. “Right, let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

Elvis’ pink Cadillac Fleetwood drove up the road, passing the large metal sign with Quien Sabe Ranch hollowed out. He had stopped at a gas station to get directions, thankfully the property was a well-known local landmark, and once they had got to a certain point, Lois had been able to help with directions. His arm tightened around her shoulder, and she rubbed her head into his arm,  hating the prospect of leaving the warmth of his touch, the delicious feeling of being enclosed in him completely.The large house at the center of the property was aglow, and little lights twinkled from the other houses and buildings around the compound. A small pond sat beside the big house, and Elvis pulled next to the tree there, about twenty yards from her grand parents front door.

“You didn’t tell me you lived in a manshun.” Elvis finger traced along the top of her arm.

Lois turned into him, her mouth next to his ear as she whispered. “I don’t. I live in a small, three bedroom house in California. Think you’ll ever come out that way?”

Elvis pulled her into him. “Hell yes. You know.” He drew back from her, turning to look into her big brown eyes, his large fingers feathered over her forehead, and his face lit up with tender excitement. “You should start a fan club. I don’t have one there yet. Start a fan club for me, out in Los Angle - les, mhmm?”

Lois looked up in to his eyes, the earnest emotion she saw there was so intense she immediately acquiesced, shaking her head. “Yes, of course, gosh. Me?”

Elvis smiled. “You’re swell, you know that? And pretty.” His fingers trailed down to Lois’ waist, it felt like the whole side of her body fit into his large hand as she pushed into it.

“I bet you say that to all the girls”

Elvis leaned in closer, his nose hovered above hers.

“Nope. Only tha pretty ones.”

His hand moved up, and his thumb slid over her torso, coming to notch right below her breast. Lois exhaled slowly.

“Can I kiss you, Lois?”

She answered by leaning up, and kissing him first. Smooshing her lips fervently, awkwardly, roughly onto his. Her arms snaked around his neck as Elvis smacked off, laughing, both hands at her waist.

“Whooooa, whoooo.” he leaned in, and softly kissed Lois’ cheek. “Slow down, baby, slow down. This ain’t the Kentucky Derby.”

Lois giggled, then moaned as he kissed her neck and peppered a trail of soft kisses from her jaw to her mouth. She moved, slowly, with the rhythm of his body as he kissed her again on her lips, this time pushing his tongue into her mouth, and grinning as she jerked back, wiping her mouth with surprise and catching her breath.

“S’called a French kiss.” Elvis announced, rubbing her arm.

Lois grinned. “You know, I’ve never been kissed before. I …” she smiled sheepishly. “I think this is the best night of my life.

Elvis smirked, and squeezed her shoulder.

“Tell me your number baby, I’ll call you when I come out to California.”

“Do you have something to write it down with?”

Elvis pointed to his head. “Nu uh, this is all I need, just tell me your number. C’mon now, I gotta get back, heading on to Abilene early. Reckon the boys already put an ABP out for me”  He cupped his hand over his mouth, as if talking into a police radio. “Look for a young gal, dark, dangerous, pretty as heck—”

Lois slapped his shoulder. “Ok, ok, ok. My number is FA 3- 2780, that’s FA for Fairoaks, 3- 2780.”

Elvis bent over and kissed her cheek, then leaned across her lap to pull her door open. “Alright Lou Lou, FA 3 - 2780, got.” He grinned, as she got out of the car and turned around to see his eyes following her as she walked up to the house and went inside the door. A low whistle came out of the car as she swished her hips a little more and she grinned into herself. Later that night, after explaining most of what happened to her grandparents in thebroadest, vaguest terms possible, Lois would go on to collapse upstairs on her bed, and spend the night replaying her time with Elvis, trying to conjure up the feeling of his arm around her and his lips on her mouth.

8:35 PM, Sunday March 25, 1956

The Stern Household, Pasadena, CA

The sound of her mother answering the phone stirred Lois from her homework, and she stared ahead at the TV.

“C’mon Ritchie, put the Ed Sullivan Show, huh?”

Her brother turned and stuck his tongue out at her.

“Thought you were doing homework, four eyes.” He laughed, nodding at her new glasses.

Ugh, glasses, an annoying brother, I really will die a spinster.

Just then, her mother leaned into the living room from the hallway.

“Lois? There’s a young man on the phone for you. He said his name is Elvis Presley….” Lois jumped up off the couch with a shriek. Marjorie Stern looked with alarm at her daughter as she dashed for the telephone. “Wait… that name sounds familiar, is he in your class?”

Lois grabbed the phone, waving her mom away.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Lou Lou? That you? Where you been, I've been calling you all day. I just got to Los Angle - less. When can I pick ya up? Been hankering for that Lou Lou special. Ya know, something sweet and savory mixed ta gether.”

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#elvis presley fan fic #word prompt game #1955 elvis #baby boy elvis #this is really rough #but it was fun #and stressful

[wackulart]

It'd be interesting to see you try your hand at horror themed "Philip meets monster belos" sort of thing, a bit of "look at what you will become in the future"

ITS BEEN A MINUTE

Let's see if I can finally get these requests done

[Philip Wittebane]

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall ----------------------------

Philip believed he had earned a proper night's sleep.

After such a horrid week, all he wanted was to shut his eyes and drift off into the night. He tossed down his satchel and sat on the floor. He began to rifle through it, pulling out a jacket he had stolen and placing it down on the cave floor. He laid onto the ground, shutting his eyes and sighing.

As he began to settle himself, he heard the sounds of muffled annoyance.

With a sigh, his eyes fluttered open. He reached for the satchel to pull out the round glass disc adorned with a moon symbol. The second he had, the shadow child flew around the room.

"Another cave? Aww man, can't we go to a waterfall or something next time?" The collector whined.

Philip pinched his nose bridge in frustration. "Collector, please. I am looking to get some rest as of right now."

The child pouted and their shadow bounced onto the floor in front of where the human sat. They tapped the tips of their fingers together as they tried to makeshift large adorable eyes.

They made sure to add a dramatic sniff. "But I'll be so bored if you sleep now, can't we play at least one game?"

It took all of the human's strength to not shatter the disc right then and there. Philip had no desire to sit there and entertain this child, he wanted to sleep on the cave floor and push through the next day like any other. Looking down at the shadow, a simple no almost left him before he groaned.

Philip lifted one finger up, the collector immediately understood the sign as permission, spinning around a few times before crying out excitedly and rambling about a list of games that could be played.

"In exchange," The human began. "You will teach me another spell."

The collector hummed for a moment, shrugging right after. "Mmm, okay! First we play though!"

Unfortunately they had played a game of hide and seek, Philip of course having to find Collector in a dark cave. His only source of light being from the torch he brought to find the cave in the first place.

He had to look for a shadow in a dark cave with nothing but a dim flame.

Why did he ever agree to this?

No longer wanting to waste any more time than he had to, he began walking through the cave.

Philip moved the torch as he stepped, lighting up hidden cracks and crevices of the cave. There wasn't much effort as the human had already been rather exhausted.

A few more steps and he already found himself tempted to simply ask if they could do this in the morning. The only thing preventing it was his desperate need for knowledge, he couldn't help his pursuit. When there was so much to learn, how could one simply close their mind to it?

Perhaps he could receive a hint.

He opened up his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it as he heard loud thumping a few feet back from where he had been. Philip turned to it and realized that the landscape had somehow changed. The entrance where he walked had disappeared into a much longer path that was shrouded in darkness.

Confusion took hold as he ran to the wall of the cave and lit up the path. His light seemed to have no effect however as if it were a magical sort of darkness. The man stumbled backwards as he felt completely disoriented by what was going on.

Before he could think any longer, the thumping returned this time from the other side of the cave. Panic setting in finally, he whipped around and held the torch in front of him defensively. The flame nearly flickered out from the speed of his turn, but rekindled after a moment.

What was going on?

"Collector?" Philip called out with a nervous wavering in his voice. "I don't appreciate this sort of humour if this is what you believe is a joke!"

His voice merely echoed throughout the cave, returning back to him. Though he could have sworn he heard another voice just beneath the echo. Something deeper, something ragged and aged.

Something monstrous.

A loud growl rumbled from behind him and he fell forward, immediately rotating himself to see the creature as he crawled away.

In the depths of the dark cave, two glowing blue eyes gradually grew bigger as it approached. It let out that sickening wet roar and Philip moved to get to his feet. The second he tried, a large hand grabbed him by his ankle and dragged him back to the ground.

He tried to grab at the rocks on the ground to get this creature off of him. Philip tried to scream yet his mouth made no noise, no matter how much force he put onto his lungs.

The monster's green and brown skull adorned with large antlers and matted, greying hair leaned down to face Philip. His heart was beating so hard that he imagined it would jump from his chest at any moment.

With a horrible shaken noise, the demon took a long breath before it cried out a single sentence with all of its might.

"YOU CANNOT DIE!"

Finally, Philip yelled as loud as he could and it had been enough to jolt him from his sleep. His body shot upwards as he woke up screaming, his hands clawing at his chest as he felt his entire body shake.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked around, desperately trying to make sure the monster hadn't returned. He stood up and ran to the cave entrance, falling to his knees as he saw the night sky.

His breathing slowly calmed yet his body did not cease to shake.

What a dreadful nightmare.

#its so late i hope this is good DSBHFGDD #cross fingers i can at least get a few more done #toh writing #the owl house writing #philip wittebane #monster belos #belos #emperor belos #my writing #the collector #the owl house #toh

[ultyso]

The Puppy and the Panda

SUMMARY: L has 23 days left to live and Matsuda wants to spend them all with him. Can Matsuda help him open up and have fun for these remaining days or will L end up wallowing in his lonesome? (Loosely based on movie ending where L wins)

Warnings: Eventual Character Death

Rating: Teen

Pairings: L x Matsuda

Main tags: Major Character Death • Slow Burn • Friends to Lovers • L Wins • Hanging Out • Tsundere L • Touch Starved L • Holding Hands • Kissing • Pining • Fluff and Angst • Plushies • Emotional Hurt/Comfort • Name-Calling • Teasing • Coping • Demiromantic L • Mentions of Death • annoyance to lovers

🐶-Chapter 2: Thought this place was perfect! - Day 4 - 🐼

Chapter Summary: - Day 4 - After failing with the first option, Matsuda finds the perfect spot to hang out with L.

Word Count: 3,003

Matsuda eagerly waited for L to meet him at the designated location he told via call. He was hoping he wouldn’t be stood up. If L even tried to be late, not only would he be hurt, but also frustrated as that would more than likely mean he’s picked his nose into a new case. He specifically chose a few hours before closing so there would be no noisy patrons left. He lifted his arm up to look at the time, “5 minutes til…” he looked around, still no one in sight. He let out a sigh as he waited. Swaying side to side out of boredom. Maybe he was getting too ahead of himself asking for essentially a date with L. After all, he seemed pretty annoyed with the entire prospect to begin with. However, the negative thoughts soon dissipate as a cab car rolls in. Matsuda excitedly bounces in place before heading to the car. This has to be him!

L steps out, an unamused look on his face, as per usual. He looks at the location behind Matsuda and then narrows his eyes, “I wouldn’t say the aquarium is the quietest place.”

“At this hour it is! Trust me!” he rubs the back of his head, “I’ve been here before! It’s fun, you’ll see!”

“Fun, hmm? To see creatures stuck in stuffy tanks far away from their natural habitat? Doesn’t sound the most intriguing.”

Matsuda droops, head fallen, “When you put it like that…” he frowns. “Heh…is this the point where you’ll say ‘Matsuda, you idiot’ ?” He looks sadly up through his bangs.

“Good you understand.” He puts his hands in his pockets.

“Uhm well…Did…did you still want to go in?”

“Not in particular.”

Matsuda’s nerves got the better of him. He thought he planned the perfect date and here it is now fully ruined with just a single comment. He was stupid to think L would like this. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. The screw up as usual. How could he expect anything different with L? He could never please him…He gritted his teeth in frustration.

“Are you alright?” L tilts his head, curiously.

“I just…I thought I found somewhere fun and you’ve already rejected it.” He looks crestfallen.

L watches the defeated looking man, “Well, I suppose I should—“

“NO!” He blurts out and reaches out a hand for him to wait. “Maybe I can find something better for us to do?”

“If you can think one up.” His face read as though he hoped there wouldn’t be. Perhaps it wasn’t best to keep prying him. No. He couldn’t give in. He wanted L to have fun! He needs to see the world outside of his little monitor room.

“O-okay, I got this!” He looks around. What else can we do that’d be similar? He would rather see animals in their natural habitat right? He takes L’s hand in his, “Okay, I know just the place. Come on!”

L looks at Matsuda’s hand and then up at him.

“Oh! Sorry.” He lets go with an apologetic look on his face.

“It’s alright…”

“Still, please. Follow me?” He gestures for him to follow.

L sighs and walks in his usual hunched manner in the direction Matsuda was headed.

After about a 10 minute walk, they reach a park. Birds are seen flying around, swans swimming across the lake, and rabbits bouncing around. Perfect!

“How about this?” He looks proudly at L. “Not too many people here this late. And look! Lots of animals in their natural habitat! No worries here!”

L looks around and gives a small smile, “I suppose this could work.” He wouldn’t dare admit it, but the park was always some place he did enjoy to go when he had no current cases eating up his time.

Matsuda takes it as approval and smiles wide, “Great! We could walk around? Or we could rent a boat to go across the lake! Oo, or we could get some ice cream at the stall over there. Eh? Eh?” He gives his elbow a little nudge at L.

“After my sweet tooth now, are we?” He hums and walks over to it. The stall has various flavors listed on a chalkboard with cute little drawings around the edges. So many options to choose from.

“Hmm…Maybe I’ll do the hojicha.” Matsuda thinks out loud. “Which do you want?” He pulls out his wallet.

L looks over all the options. If there was any way Matsuda was sure to win over L’s friendship for good, it was by satiating his sweet cravings, it was also the only thing he was for sure never berated about.

“Chocolate.”

Matsuda nods and orders the two ice creams. After a few short minutes he’s given both cones, then grabs some wipes and napkins as well. He gives the chocolate ice cream over to L, “Here you go!”

L licked his lips, it looked quite delicious, he had to admit. He took it in hand and immediately went to town licking up the sweet treat.

Matsuda smiles and gestures for him to follow to sit on one of the nearby park benches. He waits for L to get himself comfortable before starting up on his own ice cream.

It was fairly quiet. The occasional bird chirps circling the air as the breeze slowly swayed the trees. The two ate in silence, admiring the view of the park. He wasn’t protesting, so this seems to be okay, at least for now.

As L was nearing completion of his ice cream, he became increasingly aware of the sticky feeling of ice cream that melted down onto his fingers. He let out a slightly frustrated sound as licking it up didn’t get rid of the sensation.

“Here, I have a wet wipe.” Matsuda offers. He bites down on his own unfinished ice cream cone, in order to free his hands, and opens the small package. He takes L’s hand gently in his own and wipes up the remaining mess.

L looked at him slightly wide eyed as Matsuda held his hand. It was a strange feeling having him touch him but he wasn’t about to protest as he’d finally get rid of that damned feeling, after all. He watched on as Matsuda finished cleaning it up. “Thank you.” L replied softly before retracting his hands and resting them on top of his own knees. What a strange sensation, he thought.

Matsuda smiled, “All better then?”

L nodded and looked away. He didn’t understand the weird feeling bubbling in his stomach. He tried to calm himself by looking at the squirrel currently in the process of climbing up the tree.

Matsuda’s eyes followed his, “What’s your favorite animal, Ryuzaki?”

“My favorite?” He ponders, “I suppose I never put much thought into it.”

“What? Really? Anyone who's anyone has a favorite animal!” Matsuda protests back.

L watches the squirrel reach the top of the trunk before curling in a little, “I just never put much thought into such things.”

“I see…” Matsuda watched the grass move with the wind before replying again, “I really like pandas!”

“And why is that?”

“Have you seen one? They’re so cute!” He giggles. “They look so fluffy!”

“So you only like it because it’s cute?”

He shakes his head and turns a little to look at L, “I just think they’re neat. Did you know they cover their eyes when they don’t want to look threatening?”

“Is that so?”

“Mm! Many think they have a sixth finger but it’s actually like an opposable paw heel. It isn’t actually a joint.” He swings his legs a little as he talks.

“What else do you know?”

Matsuda holds a finger up, “Well, they eat a lot of bamboo, but they aren’t actually vegetarians.” He waves his finger no, “If they wanted to, they could eat fruit and even meat too!”

“Matsuda seems quite knowledgeable about pandas.”

“Mhm! And! And! Did you know that pandas don’t hibernate?”

“Matsuda is filled with small facts.” He says with a faint smile.

Matsuda lights up and nods.

“If only you showed that same enthusiasm and memory in the case…”

“Aww, don’t kill the mood here.” He puffs his cheeks.

“Very well. Very well.” L thinks about it. “I suppose…something as simple as a dog.”

“Oh? Okay, why?” He gives L his full attention.

“Because they are loyal. They’ll do whatever you ask of them.” He gives Matsuda a knowing look, “Unlike Matsuda who can’t follow a simple order without making a mess.”

“You’re never gonna let up on that, are you?” He huffs.

“Someone needs to put you in your place.” He jests.

Matsuda leans back against the park bench and looks up at the sky. “What’s your favorite time of the day?”

“Hmm? I like when it's sunset. It looks beautiful out.”

“We should watch it together then, won’t be long!” He smiles and gives a little stretch. “How about your favorite season?”

“I suppose Spring. It’s when things come alive and when cherry blossom sweets are in season. I’m quite fond of the mochi nearby, for it.” He puts his fingertip to his lip. Just the thought alone had him craving some.

Matsuda looks at him overfilled with joy, “Yeah? We could pick some up on the way back then. Maybe we have more in common than we thought!”

“I would appreciate that.” He laughs and looks out at the sky, “Our preferences in weather is hardly an indication—“

“Oh stop with that!” He pouts. “Is it that bad to bond with me?”

“Not entirely, I guess…”

Matsuda sits upright, “You mean that?”

L strums his fingers on his knees. “I know I have a propensity for lying, but I’m not at this current moment.”

Matsuda smiles again, “Well, thank you, Ryuzaki. I’m happy to hear that.” He felt just a fraction closer to him. Whatever little bit helped, he was going to crack that surface inch by inch.

L looks out at the lake, “Would a ride on the lake be alright?”

Matsuda nods enthusiastically. Finally L was wanting to do things! “Of course!” He stands up and offers his hand to L.

L looks at it and stands up of his own accord, causing a slight frown out of Matsuda. The two walk over to the kiosk to rent out the little boat and then head over to their designated one. “Go ahead.” He gestures for L to sit first.

L gets in and to no surprise, sits in his usual frog-like way. Matsuda gets in shortly after and grabs the oars. “I’ll row us out.” L doesn’t respond but he watches as Matsuda rows them out to reach the middle of the lake.

Matsuda puts the oars down, “How’s this?”

“This will do.” The two sit in silence, admiring the nature around them. The longer they idle in the boat, the more the sky slowly starts to change as the sun begins to set.

“It’s beautiful from here.” Matsuda says softly, as if speaking too loud would ruin the moment.

L nods as he continues to look up. There almost seems to be a sparkle in his eye. Matsuda can’t help but feel his heart pang a little when he takes a peep to look at him. The sunset, sure it was beautiful, but seeing L serene like this? Priceless.

L eventually turns his gaze back to Matsuda, “Is there a reason you’re looking at me?”

Matsuda startles a little, not expecting to be put on the spot. He rubs the back of his head and looks up at the sky to calm himself. “I just think that it’s nice seeing you look at peace. You always look so stressed. So it’s nice.”

“Hmm…If you put it that way, I suppose.”

Matsuda laughs awkwardly and continues to look up. He could never admit to L that he harbored an inkling of feelings for him. If L didn’t even see him as a friend…no way would he even inclinate that. He buried those feelings deep down, the last thing he’d want is to pressure him into anything. He already sort of was by getting him out of that office to hang out. If anything, Matsuda was content if he could establish a genuine friendship with L. That was his hope.

The sunset continues to stretch oranges and pinks across the sky til it slowly fades into darkness as the sun fully sets. Matsuda looks back at L. “Did you enjoy the view?”

“Yes. Beautiful as ever.” He smiles.

I enjoyed the view of you too, Matsuda thought. “Well, we should head out. We can go get you some of that mochi.”

L agrees and Matsuda rows themselves back over to land and is the first to get out. Matsuda doesn’t offer his hand this time for L, as the detective seemed to not be fond of the physical contact, but he watches on in case he will have to assist. L stands with ease and goes to get out but trips a little as he tries to step over the boat’s edge and onto the dock. Matsuda quickly catches him with his arm and helps him back up, “Whoa, that was close.”

L’s eyes widened at the abrupt exchange. Nearly shaking at the sudden physical contact and himself almost tripping. He shakes it off and pushes Matsuda off of him, “Thank you.” He mumbles and walks on ahead. He’s too touchy-feely.

Matsuda frowns at the awkward interaction but follows along next to him. “How far is the place?”

“Not far. A few blocks down.”

“Mm, okay.”

Silence. They walk next to each other without saying a word. It seemed L, even outside of work, wasn’t much for words. Or perhaps, just none for Matsuda.

They finally reach the shop and L is practically salivating. The mochi are on full display from the window. Matsuda opens the door for him to head inside.

When they walk in, there is an intense smell of sweetness wafting through the air. Definitely L’s cup of tea. L looks over the selection with a twinkle in his eye. Looking just like any kid in a candy store. How cute. Matsuda cleared his throat at the thought and walked closer to him, “Pick whichever you’d like. I’ll pay for them.”

“Matsuda is being quite hospitable today.”

“Well friends can want to treat other friends out.” He gives a small smile.

“Not one for subtlety are you?” he looks back at the display and points to some chocolates and the sakura mochi. Matsuda acknowledges and orders them at the register for him. The cashier gives him the bag filled with the sweets and Matsuda gestures with his head for L to follow him outside.

“I’m guessing you’ll want to head back? Now that it’s getting late…”

“Don’t sound so disappointed.” L reaches for the bag.

Matsuda turns himself slightly away from L’s reach, “Do you see me as a friend now?”

L stares at him for a moment. “There is a 5% chance…”

“5% as in really 5% or 95%?”

L pursed his lips.

“Well?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Come on, don’t be mean. I treated you to a lot of things today.” He looks him over, “The least you could do is be honest with me.”

L looks away as if scolded, he shifts slightly as if uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to—“

“95%”

“Huh?”

“Don’t make me say it again.” He mumbles.

Matsuda’s eyes light up and he hands him the bag, “I’m glad!”

L quickly takes it and pulls out the mochi to eat, “No need to get that excited.”

“But you acknowledge me as a friend now, how can I not be?”

“Does Matsuda not have many friends?”

“Huh? What’s that accusation?” He huffs, “I have plenty. Do you?”

L grows silent, pausing from eating the mochi. He looks down at the ground, “Light was considered my first friend…”

“Then I’m your second?”

“No.” He continues to look down. “While Light was an interesting man. I never saw him as a true friend. That was merely an act to get close to him…”

“So he wasn’t your first?” He scratches his head a little confused, “So you lied about that?”

“Yes…” he looks back up, “You would be the first…” he makes a slight groan, “I suppose… genuine friend.”

Matsuda’s heart beat quicker, his cheeks burning slightly, “R-really? Me?” He points to himself.

“Yes. My friendship to Light was fake. Unlike with him, I chose this one of my own accord, even outside of your continuous nagging.”

“So when I asked for friendship, you actually took it seriously?” He coaxes on.

“Matsuda was kind to me even with how I am. I…I felt it alright to…open up slightly.”

“Really?” He blushed more and tried to contain his happiness, “I’m glad I was able to get you to feel safe enough to open up even a pinch.” He pinches his fingers to elucidate the point further.

“Thank you, Matsuda.”

“Thank you?” He laughs, “No need to thank me for something like this.”

The two walked back to HQ from there, a little bit closer than earlier. L was his friend. Not as a pretend one either. He admitted to opening a little too! Matsuda’s heart felt so warm. He wanted the moment to last forever.

“Well, I have other things to attend to tonight. Good night, Matsuda.” He said as he reached the door.

“Huh? So soon?”

“Needn’t fret. I surmise you will come up with something else fun tomorrow?”

Matsuda smiled brightly at the thought, “You bet! See you tomorrow, Ryuzaki.”

“Goodnight, Touta .” L walks into the building with his sweet bag in tow, leaving Matsuda with his jaw dropped. He actually called him by his first name! That only settled it further. L meant it with their friendship. He felt more excited as he started to walk back to his home, ready to concoct the next date.

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⬅️ Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 ➡️

#Lawtsuda #L Lawliet #Touta Matsuda #Death Note #UltySo Writes

[msweebyness]

Class of Heroes AU: Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?

And here it is! The second in my series of songfics, and was this a punch in the feels to write, lemme tell ya! Artzy, this one goes out to you! As always, credit to @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27! Special thanks to Sparky for helping me with some of the dialogue! Our tale begins just a few months after the tragic deaths of Queen Penny and Queen Alyssa of Arendelle…

A solemn and mournful feeling hung in the air in the palace of Arendelle. The deaths of their beloved queens, just months before, still weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone in the palace.

The servants in the grand hall looked up as four-year-old Prince Kiran darted past them, no doubt heading for his older brother’s bedroom. Hesitantly, they smiled. Perhaps some fun would lift the spirits of both boys.

Stopping outside one of the large windows in the hall, Kiran gasped excitedly when he saw the snow falling from the sky, before racing to his brother’s door.

“Marc?”

Kiran knocked on the door in the special beat he and Marc had come up with as a sort of passcode. Practically bouncing on his heels, he asked…

Do you wanna build a snowman?

Come on, let's go and play!

The large mounds of snow outside were perfect for some winter fun, and Kiran just knew that a day of sledding and snow angels would cheer the both of them up.

I never see you anymore

Come out the door!

It's like you've gone away…

With a sad expression suddenly overtaking his features, Kiran slumped downward, sitting with his back against the door.

We used to be best buddies

And now we're not.

I wish you would tell me why!

It had been over a month since he and Marc had last played together, and Kiran missed his brother terribly. Why wouldn’t Marc come out of his room? Had Kiran done something wrong?

Do you wanna build a snowman?

It doesn't have to be a snowman...

Kiran pressed his eye up to the keyhole, trying to see what his brother was up to in there.

“N-Not now, Kiran.”, came Marc’s quiet and hesitant reply. The younger prince slumped sadly and turned to walk away from the door.

“Okay, bye...”

Sitting, looking out over the kingdom, that evening, the elder prince of Arendelle jumped back in fright as his windowsill was suddenly coated in a thick layer of ice under his hands.

Alarmed, Marc called for Su-Han, the chief Royal Advisor, who came in bearing a solemn expression. He opened an ornate wooden box, revealing it to contain a pair of dark gloves made of a thick fabric the boy didn’t recognize.

“Put these gloves on. They will help you to control it.”, he said sternly, and Marc quickly obeyed. To the prince’s relief, the gloves seemed to work to stop his magic.

“Conceal it…”, the old advisor prompted. Marc knew what came next, it was an old rhyme meant to help him withhold his magic.

“Don't feel it.”

“Don’t let it show.”, the two finished together. Su-Han nodded, before his solemn expression turned deadly serious.

“Now, you must NEVER take these off. You could KILL someone with that power if you're not careful.”, he told the young prince coldly. With a frightened expression, Marc nodded.

“O-ok. I promise.”

Two years passed since that night, and young Prince Kiran, now six, was once again racing to his brother’s room! Maybe Marc would come out to play today. They had been sharing meals together as of late, after all! Sure, he sat at one of the long table and Marc at the other, and they didn’t really talk, but it was something!

Kiran knocked the cheerful beat of their secret code in Marc’s door, before he asked the question he did about every two days or so.

Do you wanna build a snowman?

Or ride our bike around the halls?

I think some company is overdue

I've started talking to the pictures on the walls!

Kiran was honestly starting to go mad with no one to play with! So he hoped with all his heart that this would be the day Marc would say yes!

It gets a little lonely

All these empty rooms

The servants all just went about their business, mostly keeping to themselves, leaving Kiran to wander the halls of the enormous palace with nothing much to do but stare at the time passing.

Just watching the hours tick by...

The young prince flopped down in front of the large grandfather clock in one of the various sitting rooms of the palace, making ticking sounds with his tongue against his teeth.

Meanwhile….

Sitting on the floor of his bedroom, surrounded by jagged ice stalagmites, tears running down his cold cheeks, was Prince Marc. Looking up, he met the angry, cold and disapproving gaze of Su-Han.

“I-I didn't mean to do it...it-it's getting stronger, no matter what I do...”, Marc stammered out, the icy spires growing larger as he curled in on himself.

“Getting upset makes it worse. Calm down, now.”, the elder man said sternly, making a motion to grab the prince, who jumped back in panic.

“NO! Don't touch me! I don't wanna hurt you!”, he cried, as he took tentative steps back toward the wall. Su-Han shook his head with a look of disappointment.

“You'll only ever hurt people if you don't learn to control yourself and your emotions. THIS is why you can't see your brother. Why the people of the kingdom can't know what you are.”

Trembling, Marc looked at the man, pleading for any answers he could give.

“Wh-what can I do? How do I fix this?”

His expression turning solemn as stone once again, Su-Han answered:

“You must learn to keep your power sealed away inside you at all times, and at any cost. You must master discipline and control, and until you do that, you MUST remain isolated. With this magic of yours, it's simply too dangerous.”

Marc looked at the man in utter despair. At this rate, he would spend the rest of his life alone in this room! And Kiran…

“Just... let Kiran keep seeing me for meals, please? I'lI wear the gloves. I'll stay far away, I won’t even speak. Please, I…I just need to know he's ok!”, Marc pleaded, feeling his spirit start to break once more.

“Once I see proof of you improving, we'll discuss it.”

Another two years passed, and a letter arrived at the palace of Arendelle. The elder prince had been invited to attend the prestigious Francois Preparatory Academy! He would be leaving in only a day’s time. Eight-year-old Prince Kiran now walked solemnly down the hall, having just spoken with Advisor Su-Han.

“There is something…very wrong with your brother. He is going away to get it fixed.”

And so Kiran found himself, yet again, in front of Marc’s door, giving three solemn knocks, unable to even muster their special code.

Marc, please I know you're in there

People are asking where you've been…

Gossip was spreading through the kingdom about the reclusive elder prince. Kiran didn’t believe any of the ridiculous stories the village folk came up with, but he longed to know what was actually going on with his brother. What was this “terrible illness” that made Marc isolate himself?

They say, "Have courage," and I'm trying to

I'm right out here for you

Just let me in

Kiran wondered if his brother felt the same sadness he did. It had been years since they had a proper conversation. If they could even spend a moment together, perhaps this rift between them could heal. The deaths of their mothers had hit them both so hard, but they still had each other. If only Marc would open this door…

We’ve only had each other

Now, you’re about to leave…

What am I gonna do?

Even if he rarely ever saw Marc nowadays, just the assurance that he was there was one of the few things that got Kiran through each day. Now, he wouldn’t even have that…

Do you wanna build a snowman?

When he received no response from his older brother, Kiran pushed himself to his feet and walked down the hall to his own room, tears slipping from his silvery eyes.

On the other side of the heavy oaken door, Prince Marc stood with head against the ice-coated wood, tears of his own sliding down his frigid cheeks.

Kiran, I know you're out there…

I hear you every day

Four long years, he had listened to his brother, asking him to spend some time together, his heart breaking a little more with each time he had to refuse. He missed Kiran more than anything.

I want to tell you everything, I really wish…

That I could say…

As far as Kiran knew, Marc had a terrible sickness that required him to stay away from everyone, for their own safety. He longed more than anything to tell him the truth, to let him know that the last thing he wanted was to push his little brother away like this.

I want to be beside you! To help you through…

If only he could just have a moment with his brother, he would give him a hug and tell him that everything was going to be alright. But Su-Han would never allow that, and perhaps he was right in feeling that way. Marc never forgot the…accident for a moment.

Believe me I need you too…

I want to build a snowman…

Marc sank down to sit with his back to the door, burying his head in his knees as a fresh swell of tears overtook him, the ice around him spreading even further.

‘Goodbye, Kiran. I promise I’ll come back better for you…’

I’m not crying, YOU’RE CRYING! Anyway, there it was folks! LMK what you thought in comments and reblogs! Oh, FYI, Marc’s part is Elsa’s Reply by Elsie Lovelock on YouTube!

Link: https://youtu.be/MutnK1UbdRk

Coming up next in this series is Zero to Hero! Keep and eye out! Love and hugs!

#miraculous ladybug #class of heroes #disney au #mlb ocs #marc anciel #Kiran anciel #Elsa #Anna #frozen #songfic #do you want to build a snowman #Youtube

[royal-they]

really short gustholomule thing i made because the idea of it is too long for me to make into a comic. also kinda writing practice since i havent done creative writing in awhile.

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“Ugh stop it!” Mattholomule whined, playfully shoving away Augustus.

“Whatttt?” Gus said innocently “I thought you loved hugs.”

Matty felt his face flush, “Oh my titan shut up, besides that was not a hug, you tackled me.” 

Gus smiled, a big evil grin on his face; “I’m not hearing a no to hugs!” 

He wrapped his arms around Matty holding his closer while Mattholomule tried to squirm out of Gus’s arms. It had been a few weeks since they’d last seen each other - Gus had been busy with flyer derby practice since the season was coming to an end - but apparently that was enough for Gus to be super clingy and affectionate. Matty remembered receiving Gus’s message on his scroll excitedly telling him that he wanted to meet him at the Graveyard. Matty had quickly texted, “Okay” and hit send. He had wondered if he should perhaps add more to the message. Should he add that he was happy to see him? No that was stupid and just as sappy as Gus’s entire existence. Still when he reached the graveyard he found it hard to conceal his blush. Hopefully Gus wouldn’t notice? (Deep down maybe a small part of him did want Augustus to notice at the same time though.)

“Ugh you’re so clingy and annoying.” Mattholomule complained, crossing his arms in defeat. Gus noticed he had stopped squirming but decided not to tease Matty about it. 

“Hmm well you still agreed to meet me so you kind signed up for my clingy annoying self to be bothering you.” Gus replied with a small smirk. Matty felt his ears getting hotter as he struggled to come up with a comeback. To his luck their banter was interrupted.

“Ah! You have finally returned to us it seems.” The guardian of the Looking Glass Graveyard said, appearing behind them. He patted Augustus on the back causing him to quickly bring his arms to his sides awkwardly. Mattholomule felt his face trying to frown and quickly caught himself before he could show any signs of being disappointed by the absence of his friend's affection. 

Gus felt hot as the guardian said “us,” he tried not to read too much into it though; after all it wasn’t like Mattholomule really came to the graveyard much when he wasn’t there. He quickly tried to compose himself. 

“Yep, happy to see you as well.” He said politely, trying not to seem flustered “Do you have anything you want us to help with?”

The guardian tapped his chin trying to think; “I was thinking about covering up some of the gates that lead here so then only you two would know about the graveyard, but that’s incredibly difficult to do with just illusion magic…”

“Oh well Matty’s really good with construction magic!” Gus said excitedly bouncing on the tips of his toes while Mattholomule felt his face flush at Augustus’s pet name for him along with his comment on his skills, “We could totally go cover it up.”

The guardian happily clapped his hands together, “All right then! I’ll make you a map and send you all on your way then.”

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When the two reached the gate Mattholomule started to try to brainstorm ideas about how they could use construction magic to hide the gate. It was hidden by trees but still he knew it was also close to a road that led to the market. It was only a matter of time before someone found it.

“Got any ideas how we could cover the gate up?” he said, turning around to face Augustus.

“Hmmm maybe you could make a huge statue of a monster?” Gus said, waving his arms around as if to emphasize the size of the statue he envisioned. 

“I hardly think a huge complicated statue makes people less interested in investigating the gate of Augustus.” Mattholomule replied, turning back around to face the gate to distract him from thoughts about how adorable his friend was being.

“You know you can call me Gus right?” Augustus said leaning on the gate so he could face Mattholomule who seemed quite flustered by his presence. 

“Oh I guess I am just used to calling you Augustus because that’s how you were introduced to me.” He said trying not to linger on the topic for too long.

“Really, I thought I was mostly going by Gus by that point?” Gus said, confused by Matty’s response.

“Oh I mean yeah-” Matty felt his face growing more red. 

“Didn’t I introduce myself as Gus Porter and not Augustus Porter?”

“Well yeah but um,” Mattholomule tried to focus at the gate as he crossed his arms trying to not make a big deal about what he was about to say, “I saw you and your friends once in the cafeteria and I asked someone what your name was and they said Augustus so I guess that’s just your name in my mind.”

Gus felt a little taken back, “Why did you ask specifically about me?” he asked with a flirtatious tone trying to play off his question as a joke. 

Mattholomule pulled on the hood of his school uniform trying to be distracted by anything other than Gus’s seemingly sparkling eyes.

“I don’t know.”

“Really?”

“Ugh I just thought you were cute okay?” Mattholomule yelled losing the little self control he had managed to maintain for so long that kept him from admitting that fact. Gus felt himself nearly fall over when Matty said that but managed to somehow not. He felt like screaming and could feel himself getting just as red as Matty already was.

“Wait you thou-”

“I still think that, okay?” Mattholomule felt himself just starting to let go of the barrier he had built up in his mind that had allowed him to deny his feelings for Augustus for so long “I just thought you were really cute but I was freaked out by it and then I was a horrible person but then you still became friends with me and then we started meeting at the graveyard more and more and then I started to realize that you’re really cool and amazing and I really like spending time with you but you’re like my only real friend and now you won’t want to be friends and then-”

Augustus grabbed Mattholoules hands that were covering up his face and found that underneath were tears. Mattholomule closed his eyes trying to stop crying and pull his hands away despite not wanting to break away from Gus’s touch. 

“I’m sorry…” he said softly, the tears beginning to make his eyes hurt.

“Matty it’s oka-”

“You hate me. Everyone has always hated me and you are going to hate me now and-”

Gus held Matty’s hands firmly and brought his face closer to Mattholomules. “I don’t hate you.”

“But-”

Augustus brought his hands up to the sides of Mattholomules face as though it would make the words he was saying have more of an impact.

“I don’t hate you Matty, I think you’re wonderful.”

“Nobody thinks that, you don’t have to lie to me.” Mattholomule felt himself wanting to lean more into Augustus’s hands and just feel them brushing away his tears forever but he screamed to his brain to stop. There was no way no way that Gus would ever feel the same way. Gus was the most amazing, adorable, smart, kind, and funny person Matty knew. He was the wonderful one. Matty was just Matty; he didn’t even like himself. How could anyone else?

“I’m not lying,” Gus felt slightly hurt by the thought that Mattholomule thought that he would ever lie about something like that, “I love you more than anyone I’ve ever known.”

The world seemed to stop when Augustus told him those words. Like everything could just be over right then and there because then everything would be perfect forever. Mattholomule didn’t want to believe that though. Surely he had misheard. But he hadn’t. Maybe this was just another crazy dream. But in dreams Gus didn’t look at him the same way he was at that moment. Mattholomule knew that his brain would never be able to come up with the way Gus was looking at him right then and there. Pure love and maybe a hint of concern. Nobody had ever looked at him like that and he hoped that nobody else ever did. Gus was the only person Matty would ever want and he finally knew for a fact there was no backing out or denying that fact at this point.

He met Gus’s eyes and felt the tears stop as Gus slowly leaned toward him pulling his hands closer to his own face until Matty’s was touching it. He felt Matty’s surprise but Matty didn’t pull away so he didn’t either. He just let himself fall right into the kiss. He felt Matty wrap his arms around Gus’s neck as the two closed their eyes. Everything about Mattholomule felt familiar even though it wasn’t at the same time. The way his fingers softly touched the back of his neck, the way his hair felt when it brushed Gus’s fingertips, the way Matty seemed to hold his breath as though scared none of this was real. 

Augustus slowly pulled away but only for a second before quickly placing a quick kiss on Matty’s cheek just to assure him that he wasn’t pulling away out of regret. He gave him a little shove as he pressed his forehead against Mattholomules. 

“C'mon’ we need to cover up this gate Matty” He said, reaching to take Matty’s hand. 

“Duh Augustus, that's the whole reason I’m here.” Mattholomule said with an eye roll taking his boyfriend's hand. 

But when Gus looked down to see their hands linked together he knew that it wasn’t and he was more than okay with that.

#toh #the owl house #gustholomule #gus porter #mattholomule toh #gustholomule fic #toh fic

[missrandomdreamer]

Coiled and Cursed: Watching (Heisenberg's POV)

Karl meets Hope for the first time in the Village under Miranda's watchful eye

“Heisenberg I would like you to make me something, however, you might need to size it first. I would like to come to my lab as soon as possible.”

“What would it be, Mother?”

“A mask that cannot be removed by its wearer.”

“Yes, Mother, I will be there at once.”

Heisenberg made his way to Mother Miranda’s lab, toolbox, sheets of metal and a thick chain floated behind him .  He had no idea what Mother Miranda was up to, he figured it had something to do with her recent little ‘trip’. Did she find a poor new bastard she experimented on? Would he be like a mindless lycan or would he be one of the ‘lucky’ ones? Heisenberg figured whatever the situation, it seemed if Mother Dearest needed a collar and a mask it would be one of the feral ones. “Must be a snappy little shit. Surprised it’s giving Miranda  trouble.” He took out a cigar and lit it, taking it in slow before releasing it in a tired breath . Why did he have to be him having to do her dirty work? Why can’t she get someone else to build a damn thing?

“Oh right, no one needs to know Mother Miranda’s dirty laundry. Can’t have the people know she is a psycho bitch.” Karl huffed in thought. His thick boots clicked against the wet stone floor as he made his way down into a tunnel. He saw the dim glow of a light bouncing off the far wall. She was there, waiting. Heisenberg took in another drag shaking his head before picking up speed. Even though he was her favorite, he still got snapped at for his timely manner. The last thing he wanted was the psycho mother to be yelling at him. He was already in an irritable mood and didn't need more on top of it. He had just had a break in his research and now he had to be pulled away from it. 

He made it to an old iron gate that swung open without a single touch of his hand, the squeak of the iron hinges. It seemed Mother wasn’t in the main room so she must be in the back. He wrinkled his nose frowning, “Shit, fish freak is here too. Why the hell is he here?”  Heisenberg mentally prepared himself for the onslaught of questions and annoyances he was about to face as rounded a corner and headed to the back of the lab. He could hear the sound of ice cubes sloshing about or was that just the Fish Freak moving?

Karl came into the room, metal still floating around him as he saw Mother Miranda looking into a darkened cell.  Moreau was there, as he suspected, but was moving large containers of ice into the cell. He looked up excitedly at the sound of Heisenberg, 

“Lord Heisenberg! You are here,”  The fish man stuttered, smiling that sick toothy grin. “We were just finishing up with the restraints.” He disappeared into the darkness while dumping the ice into what he assumed was a tub. He heard a whimper from within. 

 Karl blew out a ring of smoke , eyebrows furrowed, “ Ya putting the thing on ice? Why not just sedate ‘em?”

“Not a thing, my dear, your new sister or rather perhaps servant.” He saw Miranda frown slightly, perhaps frustrated she still hadn’t got her way again. “ She seems to not take to the cadou as well but still appears to be more capable than the lycans and ones before. ” Miranda replied calmly, turning to Karl. “As for ‘icing’ her as you say, putting her on ice is far more effective than sedating, it seems she has become immune to the chemical anyhow. Now, come, see.”  Heisenberg's lips turned into a thin line and nodded. 

“Fuck me! Another one?” Heisenberg threw down his cigar stomping on it before motioning for his materials to follow him  into the dark cell. He  lowered them gently to the ground with a wave of his hand as he now peered into the darkness. Moreau was blubbering to the thing in the black dirty tub but it didn’t reply.  His eyes finally adjusted to the darkness and he saw it…her.  There in the ice filled tub was a woman, mostly submerged in the icy black water but from what was visible the tops of her knees, shoulders and neck even flecked along her chin and sides of her face were serpentine scales.  “What the hell?” 

Her head was rolled to one side, lips blue and her body shivering. Eyes half open, lifeless. Was she even alive?  “She’s alive, my son, just frozen. It seems the snake DNA from Master Spencer’s own creation seems to have taken a large portion of her own now. It’s rather unfortunate but good for situations like these. Winter will be troublesome for her, the poor thing.” Miranda moved beside him and gently stroked the woman’s pale face. She twitched but nothing more. Karl now noticed the puncture wounds in Mother Miranda’s, was that from this little snake lady? He would have chuckled if he had been alone but had to keep his composure. The woman’s body tensed up when Miranda moved to touch her, the muscles in the woman’s throat twitched yet she didn’t move. He could see now in the dim light bruising around her neck. Karl knew from previous experiences years ago what would happen if you denied the ‘affection’ of the Black Goddess.

Heisenberg was broken out of his thoughts by the cold voice of Miranda. “Now I see you have brought the items I asked for, how long will it take to make?” The Iron Lord raised his eyebrows, but nodded into a bow,

“I could have it done by tonight, Mother. I will have to go back to the factory to use the forge for a few things but I can return here tonight with it .” Usually he would take time with his creations but , in this case he wanted this mask thing complete in done so he could go onto more important things. He would finish it tonight. He could practically hear the woman smile, 

“Good, I will leave you to it. Moreau, let us leave Lord Heisenberg to work in peace. Let us know if she needs more ice, my son.” Miranda walked out of the cell silently followed by the loud sloshy and slurrping of Moreau. He could hear the fish freak muttering praises to their ‘mother’ and talk to her quickly as she nodded or shook her head to him. Once Karl knew he was alone he returned his attention back to the woman frozen before him. He saw her dark green eyes slide to him as he approached her. He saw her body twitch but she made no motion to move . It made him think of how jerky and strange Angie, Donna’s doll could move sometimes. 

Now alone with her, he studied her carefully while the metal flew about him waiting for him to decide what to choose. The woman’s face was pale, sunken  as if she had not eaten in sometime. Her green eyes were dull without any will or life left in them. Her hair was a strange color, he thought it was black at first but with the small light showing on it, it was purple.  Karl noticed too when he knelt closer to her, causing the woman to try to move away but unable to, faded ink was on her cheeks, the top of her shoulders and clavicle but due to the forming of the scales, they had become faded, distorted. Freckles also faded from the mutation and were dimming. The woman’s skin was turning entirely reptilian. Fucking weird, and ballsy for Miranda to take someone so different, someone that could easily be recognizable, someone easily enough to be missed. Maybe that’s why the change was so intense?  Heisenberg let his gloved hand slide to lift her chin causing the woman to stiffen and her eyes to close as if not to look at him. His thumb rubbing her chin he smirked, “Odd little thing, aren’t ya?” The woman didn’t open her eyes; she just remained still and stiff like a corpse.

He chuckled, “Quiet too.” He looked her face over and then down to her neck as well as chest or what was visible of it at least. His eyebrows furrowed, there was a gnarly looking cut from the top of the sternum and down. Heisenberg couldn’t see how far the large cut went for her body in the cold dark water but he guessed it went all the way down to her navel: similar to how he and Alincia’s was.  He breathed through his nose harshly, trying to center himself. Karl took her face in his hands and then let a finger run down her neck gently causing the woman to shiver and let out the tiniest of whimpers but again she refused to open her eyes or move her lips. 

Tough cookie. Karl huffed in amusement again, shaking his head  as he pulled out a long strap of leather. He put it around her neck to measure the proper size, as another tremor went through her body.  He would have to make it tight or Mother would think he was slacking. She whimpered softly and he saw her closed eyes wince. Heisenberg noted the measurements removed the strap from her neck. He then moved it further up to measure how large a mask he would need to make, he again saw her wince with the touch. Once more he took notes of the size and withdrew it from her. 

 Karl's hand paused as he pulled it back, her shoulders started to shake and her eyes fluttered open, a single tear raced down her face as she looked up at him. Her lips trembled and another tear raced down her cheek. She turned her face away quickly, her wet purple hair now hiding her face from view. Karl didn't say anything just huffed in a response. He gave her another once over before standing and bringing his items to a nearby table to work. Heisenberg felt the eyes of the serpent girl on him from the darkness, it made him shiver slightly. 

“Well, what do you think of her?” Heisenberg looked up at the sound of his mother. Moreau was nowhere to be found, he must have dragged himself back to the hell hole he called home. Great, now he was the soul attention of Miranda. Not something he wanted. He better be careful with his choice of words. 

“She’s quiet but seems pretty hardy.” Heisenberg looked to Miranda before turning back to the materials he brought his hands waving about as things pieced and sorted themselves together. God what the hell couldn’t she just leave, or he could just do it back at the factory and work on all of it there?

“Because she wants to watch over me that’s why.” 

“She has a lot of spirit, like you, it’s a shame she is a failure otherwise.” Heisenberg stiffened and for a moment a tremor of disturbance rattled the materials he was working on. It was only a brief moment of weakness before it smoothed out again, though it only took a moment for Miranda to notice it. The eyes from the darkness were still watching him. 

“I hope she won’t be a waste to you, mother.” The gilded woman laughed softly. Karl didn’t hear her move, he never does, but he felt her presence behind him. He felt her long pointed nails gently brush the back of his ragged hair a side, he tried to quell the shiver that ran up his spine. 

“Dear, you know I never waste, everything has its purpose.” 

“Yes mother.” Heisenberg could practically hear her smile before she withdrew her fingers from his hair. 

“Do tell me before you leave for the factory. I would like to see what it looks like before the final pieces are set in.” Mother Miranda’s voice was cold as ever with only a light bit of amusement to her tone. Karl turned his head just so to see her leaving the room, her long robes hushing the floor around them. He waited till he knew she was gone far away enough to let out the breath he was holding onto. Heisenberg shook his head and shoulders, 

"Get a hold of yourself, you can’t show weakness especially when you still have an audience watching.”  Karl looked over to the woman still freezing in the bathtub. He had felt her eyes leave him as Miranda left, but they had returned to him once again. The Iron Lord turned to look at her with a scowl, “What the hell are you staring at?”  

The woman had a look of fear cross her pale features before turning her head away from him and focused now on the door Mother Miranda went through. He could see the muscles in the young woman’s neck strain as if she was willing herself not to look and watch him. She hadn’t said anything to him or even really made much noise. It made Heisenberg wonder if she could even talk at all, or maybe she was just too scared too. Mother Miranda had that effect on people. Heisenberg turned back to the mask, he brought his equipment to solder it together but if Miranda wanted to have it to wear the scaly girl couldn’t take it off, a key to unlock it would be the best option. The style would be similar to that of his soldats zwei but slightly more functional and of course with the straps holding it into place locked with a sort of key. The latter of that would have to be done at the factory for now he would get the base of it done. 

Karl held the pieces together with his magnetism while he lined the pieces with the silver solder and welded it together with a torch.  Those dark green eyes returned to watch him but as soon as he turned his head to glare at her she looked away.  Eventually Heisenberg tried to ignore her and she tended to not watch him the whole time he was working. When Karl did take a glance at her she was glaring at the room Miranda was in, her frozen lips pressed in a thin line there was a darkness about her now. Maybe the icy water effects were wearing off on her. Heisenberg did keep an eye on her but he needed to finish the damn mask as quickly as possible.

#resident evil village #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x oc #hope (oc) #hope melusine #coiled and cursed #mother miranda #re village #writing snippets

[titanicfreija]

"Empress Caiatl!"

The Uluran fixed her posture, then recognized the voice. Her brow lowered shortly after. "This is a new shell," she observed. "Quite a unique shape."

"Yep! It's a reward for going through this time loop thing in another dimension by yourself. I think they're measuring something. But I asked for it a long time ago, and she finally won it for me!"

Caiatl's tusks moved down then up and she rocked her weight to her heels. "Congratulations. I take it this task is quite difficult?"

"Yeah. Doing it alone means being the only target, and we have to kill the biggest ones in order to collect enough energy to activate stuff-- you know the fuel cells. Only worse, because ascendent magic."

"I see."

"It touched her skin. Left a scar."

Caiatl tilted her head and grunted. "I did not know such a thing was possible." She lumbered forward and Sunny absently followed.

"Me, neither," sighed Sunny. "She's okay." She hardly took in her own movement before she saw they were on their old walking path.

"You do not sound convinced."

"She still has those gut fears of the Taken Knights' roar. She's actually okay other than that and the burn. It gets agonizing, the burn does, and she hates it.

"I have no advice. I understand the pain of watching a loved one suffer, however. There is little else to be said."

Sunny bounced in the air. "She still says it's worth it."

"Good. I do not give her much credit for brains, but I can admire her dedication to you."

Sunny giggled. "Hey!"

"I take it you're showing off? It has been quite some time since I've seen you."

"We come and go, but yeah, since Neomuna became Patrol Duty again, we stopped visiting so often. But yes, I'm showing off to everyone I can think of."

"I see. I am also frequently elsewhere. You are fortunate."

Sunny's ears flapped excitedly. "You know you can contact me whenever. I've got a pretty broad array of sensors, I can probably pick up a private broadcast if you pick a channel. Maybe you can come to Earth and we can show you around!"

"Perhaps," agreed Caiatl. She turned on her heel. "I am being called away."

"Oh okay. Good luck!"

First Hall

First Hall 2

Centurion

Centurion 2

Infinity

Failure

Last stage

Victory

Hard time (med)

Something wrong (med)

Forced Healing (med)

Admiring (short)

Showing the Chatter Club (short)

Showing Caiatl (short) <-

Last one (short)

#destiny 2 #d2 #ocs #writing #freija #scribble #sunny #prose #caitl #dialogue

[sekhisadventures]

The Deep Dark Woods

Darkmoon Island, One Year and Six Months after the defeat of Zovaal

The Darkmoon Faire, a regularly occurring festival that had travelled Azeroth for years, welcoming both Alliance and Horde to wander it’s stalls, play it’s games, and enjoy its festivities… until finally settling on a permanent location of Darkmoon Island.

Despite the foreboding nature of the place, it was always a very popular destination for those who wished for a break from their normal lives. Plenty of attractions, excitement, and likely very bad for you food.

The only way to get there was for a member of the faire to open a portal to the Island, which they did whenever they were open for business. Their workers would appear in Elwynn Forest and Mulgore, granting passage to anyone from the Alliance or Horde to experience the faire.

Which, well, some had considered odd. No sailor of Kul’Tiras, Zandalar, or any nation had the Island on any of their sea charts. Nobody could really say exactly where the Island was. Perhaps it was in some unexplored section of Azeroth’s oceans?

If it was, how did the members of the Faire find it? How did they get their supplies? How did they get to the Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor to invite people?

Perhaps, the better question is not how… but why?

Sekhi wagged excitedly as she padded through the stalls, Nitika and Samantha following along with her. Nitika had always honestly enjoyed the Darkmoon Faire as Mulgore had been one of their normal stops before their island home was established, and Sam found that the fair was a great place to earn some coin. A few drinks in and nobody really realized just how light their purses should be…

The vulpera however had never heard of it before, and the crisis with the Shadowlands had been before the faire that time around, so she had never been able to visit. Now after several rides, games, and more than a few sugary snacks the vulpera was practically bouncing off the walls!

Samantha smirked as Sekhi chittered excitedly, pointing this way and that at everything she saw. “I think maybe we should have cut her off on those treats Nitika…” she said.

The taureness sighed, nodding to her, “Mmm. You may be right Sam… if nothing else she’ll probably sleep for a few days once the sugar crash hits.” she frowned. She hadn’t considered that Sekhi’s small body would likely get a sugar high much faster than her own huge tauren frame. It wasn’t normally something that was an issue. Sweets were a rare commodity in Orgrimmar, where most of the locals preferred more hearty meals to sugary snacks… though the goblins in town usually had a candy bar or two, and Kaja Cola on average had enough sugar to choke someone with.

“Well… at least we were able to get a few neat things. I’m sure Zhan-min will like these drink recipes I got off the barmaid.” she shrugged, idly flipping through a hand-written notebook.

Nitika glanced down at her, “… how did you get those? Grimo has been trying as long as I’ve known him but she just insists they’re a trade secret.” she asked.

Sam just smirked, “Well I never said I asked for them.” she replied, wiggling her fingers.

Nitika sighed, “Samantha… I’d really rather not get thrown out of the faire…” she warned.

Sam gave her a winning smile, “Oh as if I’d ever let anyone catch me.” she teased.

Sekhi chittered excitedly, her tail swishing so fast it was practically a blur as her head darted this way and that, overwhelmed by the bright lights and sounds. “What should we do next guys?! Should we ride that spinny thingie with th' fancy wooden animals or maybe throw some darts or try that big really fast thingie on rails or something else I dunno what should we do guys what next huh what should we do hey is that another vulpera I think I know them Imma go say hi!” she yipped out all in one breath with nary a pause, then bolted off through the stalls after a figure she spotted in the crowd.

Samantha looked up, “… um, did she say another vulpera?” she asked, scanning the crowd quickly, “… I don’t see another one…” she muttered. Samantha had gotten VERY good at spotting people in crowds, it was both useful for spotting a mark to rob and spotting a mark after one had robbed them and they’d realized something was amiss.

Nitika looked around, her height giving her a natural vantage point. “Yeah, you’re right… I don’t see any other vulpera here besides her… what is she chasing?” she muttered, squinting at the vulpera, and the shape she was following… then frowning.

It was vulpera shaped… but… it was somehow off, as if it was covered in mist or something… and…

Then suddenly Nitika’s eyes flashed purple, “Shit.” she grunted, “That’s not a vulpera! SEKHI! STOP!” she called, rushing off into the crowd after her!

Samantha looked back and forth between Sekhi’s retreating body and the tauren, “Huh?! Hey, wait! Nitika! Whats going on?!” she shouted, breaking into a sprint to keep up with the tauren’s larger stride. “Annulus? Do you sense something?” she seemed to ask herself.

From inside Samantha’s head came a reply…

"This island is not what it seems Samantha. I would recommend you leave, immediately. If you can recover your friend first do so, otherwise go." came Annulus’ reply.

However, despite their speed the sugar-buzzed vulpera was even faster! Sekhi reached the path out of the fairgrounds leading back towards the portal away from Darkmoon Island… except… while normally the path was surrounded by a thick field of briars, this time there was another path leading away into the woods.

“Hey! Wait! I think I know ya! Are ya from one of th' carvans?!” she yipped at the vulpera who was somehow staying just out of reach as they turned down the path towards the deeper part of the woods, Sekhi hot on their trail.

A few minutes later Sam and Nitika reached the path outwards, the tauren leaning on her staff and gasping a bit as Sam took several deep breaths. “Damn it all… where’d she go?!” she grumbled out.

“Oh? Whats this? Someone gone missing?” came a nearby voice.

The two looked over as a gnomish man walked towards them. He wore a broad brimmed purple hat, a black shirt, and black trousers with a purple vest over them. Silas Darkmoon, the owner and ringmaster of the Darkmoon Faire.

“Silas…” grunted Nitika, taking a breath, “Did you see a vulpera girl come this way? Colorful skirt, sandy fur, wearing a headscarf?” she asked.

The gnome pursed his lips. “I believe I may have. Looked like she was wandering off into the woods though, not a good idea on this island. The Faire is safe, we give you our word there, but… the woods… well… even I don’t know everything in those woods…” he nodded.

Sam and Nitika glanced at each other, then at the new path out. “Oh fel…” whispered Sam, “Thanks Silas! Nitika c’mon!” she shouted, running off after her diminutive friend as the taureness caught her breath and rushed off in pursuit.

Silas shook his head, adjusting his hat a bit, “Dear dear dear… I do hope they find their little friend before anything…” he grinned, blinking, and for a moment his eyes appeared acidic yellow with vertical slits for pupils, “… unfortunate befalls her.” he chuckled, then turned and walked back into the fair, whistling a merry tune as he waved to the other visitors.

Sekhi padded along, starting to feel a bit sluggish. The sugar was beginning to wear off, and something else was off too.

Darkmoon Island’s song was… well at first it sounded normal, but the deeper into the woods she got the more surreal it sounded. Like, music that was distorted. Not the horrible screaming of the Maw, or the sick and diseased song of Tirisfal Glades… but… a bizarre arrhythmic song that seemed to draw her in as much as it sounded wrong to her.

“Hey…” she said as the vulpera infront of her finally slowed down, “Hey, wait up…”

The vulpera looked male now, but it’s fur was inky black, as was its outfit… it was hard to see in the gloomy forest.

“Wait?” it asked, chuckling, “Too late for that Sekhi…” it replied.

Sekhi paused, folding her ears back as she took a step backwards, “Um, d-do I know ya?” she asked.

The male vulpera turned, and Sekhi felt her fur stand on end. It’s eyes were bloody red with goat-like slits, and it’s muzzle had far FAR too many teeth!

“No, but I know YOU!” it hissed, and the darkness that made up its body seemed to burst out of it, covering the small clearing they were standing in.

Sekhi screamed, then everything went black.

Behind her, Nitika swore, “That was Sekhi! C’MON SAM! MOVE IT!” she shouted, picking up the pace.

Samantha nodded, sprinting along next to her, her hands going to her daggers as Nitika gripped her staff. Their feet and hooves tore up the dirt as they closed the distance, then finally they skidded to a halt at the edge of the clearing.

Sekhi was standing there, staring ahead of them, and not moving at all. Even her tail was perfectly still.

“… Sekhi?” asked Nitika as Sam looked around, holding her daggers ready, “Are you okay?” she asked.

Sekhi didn’t reply at first, then said in a soft voice. “You thought them gone… you thought them done…” she chittered.

Sam and Nitika stared at her, the vulpera’s voice had an alien cadence to it. Like all the emphasis was on the wrong vowels.

“Sekhi… what are you talking about?” asked Nitika.

Sekhi kept her back to them, “One buried deep under forgotten desert sands… one hidden in the snow, lost and alone… one’s heart destroyed, bled out in foreign lands… one reduced to ash by the Titan’s own…” she whispered.

Samantha looked around them, the shadow seemed much darker, infact… where were the stars and the moon now? The trees were masses of thorn-covered shadows, all black and deep bloody red. “Annulus? Whats going on?” she asked.

"… I cannot say." came the reply.

Sam frowned, gripping her daggers tighter, “Annulus, ‘I cannot say’ and ‘I don’t know’ are not the same thing…” she pointed out.

"You are correct Samantha, however my statement stands. I cannot say." replied the void entity.

Nitika glanced at her, then back at Sekhi, reaching out a hand for her. “Sekhi, c’mon, we’ve been on the island long enough. It’s time to go home…” she tried.

“Home… they went home, but they’ll be back soon… I can hear their song too now… they want everyone to hear it… everyone on Azeroth and all worlds beyond… and now that the song-ender is gone…” she turned, and the elf and tauren gasped in shock.

Sekhi’s mouth was spread into a smile, a far too wide smile, and her eyes were pure jet black, rivulets of ink-like tears leaking out of them down her fur. “… now that the song-ender is gone, they can sing their song to everyone forever and ever and ever…” she said in a wistful tone.

Nitika cried out as her back suddenly ached all across her shoulders, the tauren gripping at them with her free hand and wincing in pain as Sam looked at her, then back at Sekhi. “Annulus, stop being stubborn! What the fel is going on?!” she demanded.

"I cannot say." was the only reply.

“WHY NOT?!” she shouted as Sekhi began to giggle… a sort of sick, twisted sound coming from the small shamaness as Nitika fell to her knees, holding her back tightly where the blackened fur on her seemed to writhe and shift under her hands.

"… they will not let me." said Annulus.

Sekhi giggled again, swaying back and forth, “One buried deep under forgotten desert sands… one hidden in the snow, lost and alone… one’s heart destroyed, bled out in foreign lands… one reduced to ash by the titan’s own… that was the fate of the four, but can you truly kill such things?” she giggled, and blackness began to dribble out from between her small fangs, “What if they just sent them home?” she asked.

Samantha took a step back, “Wait… wait wait… those… those sound familiar… you’re talking about the Old Gods!” she gasped, pointing a dagger at the shamaness as a hissing sound arose from the forest.

Speak their names…

Samantha looked around, but there was nobody nearby. “… I… don’t think I should do that…” she muttered.

Speak the names of the four… speak them aloud…

“No… no I don’t want to do that…” she insisted as Sekhi took a wobbling step forward, black drool as thick and opaque as tar running down her muzzle as Nitika began to giggle uncontrollably…

Say the names, say their names, speak the names of the four… the ruler of old Ahn’Qiraj… the weaver of the Curse of Flesh… the father to the Sha… he who created the Naga…

Sam looked around frantically, but there was nobody nearby to stab, nothing she could fight! “Sekhi! Nitika! C’mon, snap out of it!” she shouted.

Sekhi grinned up at her widely, her fur stained black now, and slowly Nitika’s head rose up, her eyes the same as Sekhi’s now as she began to grin as well.

“Do it…” whispered Nitika.

“Do it…” hissed Sekhi.

Sam took another step back, “No… no no no… Sekhi, Nitika, c’mon… I… A-Annulus! What should I do?!” she asked.

"I cannot say… but… you must not." she replied.

Sam clamped her mouth shut tight as the tauren and vulpera stumbled towards her, black tears staining their fur as all around her the hissing grew louder.

Speak their names. Speak their names. Speak their names.

It repeated over and over, growing louder and louder as her daggers fell from her numb hands which she pressed hard over her ears. “NO! I WON’T! GIVE ME MY FRIENDS BACK DAMN YOU!” she spat, screwing her eyes shut.

As she did she felt a small pair of vulpera hands grip one of her legs, and a much larger pair gripping her wrists, prying her hands away from her ears.

“Say. Their. Names.” came Nitika’s voice, sounding totally unlike her tauren friend.

“Do it.” chittered Sekhi’s voice, almost sounding more ilke an insect than a vulpera now, “Do it. Do it. Do it…”

“NO!” she screamed, and her tentacles in her hair began to thrash and writhe as she tried to jump backwards… she slipped free of Nitika’s grasp, but Sekhi clung on tightly, the hissing now a scream coming up from all around the forest, an outright demand!

SPEAK THEIR NAMES! SPEAK THEIR NAMES! SPEAK THEIR NAMES!

Samantha tried to push free, but overbalanced with Sekhi’s weight on her leg, and fell backwards…

Stormwind City, Avalon House

… and with a loud thud, Samantha Montebank landed on the hard wooden floor of her bedroom, sunlight streaming in from the window.

Her chest was heaving under her pale purple nightdress, her forehead dripping with cold sweat as she stared up at the ceiling. Slowly she sat up, feeling her forehead, “W-what… what the fel was that?” she gasped out. “Some kind of nightmare?”

Shakily, she got to her feet, then walked to the mirror and examined her reflection. She looked fine, no different than normal.

A sudden fear gripped her, and she hurried over to her pack and fished out her gemstone, drawing Nitika’s rune on it. A moment later the taureness appeared in miniature from the shoulders up over her gemstone’s surface.

“Sam?” she yawned, “What are you calling this early for?”

“Nitika… hey… sorry… um, just… look, did anything weird happen when we went to the Darkmoon Faire last night?” she asked.

Nitika looked at her in a confused way, “… what? Sam, we didn’t go, remember? Grimo was trying to sell another invention in Orgrimmar and Sekhi and I got stuck putting out fires after it blew up on him, again.” she replied, “… are you okay?”

Samantha stared at the image of her tauren friend, then shook her head. “Sorry… just… guess it was just a bad dream or something… I dreamt we were at the fair and… y’know, it doesn’t matter. Sorry to bother you.” she replied, then drew the rune for ‘sever,’ which broke the spell connecting their gemstones, ending their conversation.

She sat the stone down on her nightstand, then flopped back onto her bed and blew out her lips. “Annulus, you can see my dreams. Any idea what the fel that one was all about?” she asked.

"I cannot say." was the only reply.

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[collection-of-curios16]

Obsidian Scars: Chapter 4

“Petit frère, come over here!” A little girl excitedly yelled over to her little brother who was carrying planks of wood to some carpenters building something.

“Give me a second, Belle.” He said as he handed over the wood and sauntered over to her. “What’s that? Is that another caterpillar?”

She had a fit of giggles and nodded her head with an adorable smile. Her red hair bounced around her porcelain face as she did. “Isn’t he so cute, Dommy?” She more so told than asked.

“Mhm. That’s a good one for sure. What are we going to name him?” He asked. His sister’s excitement was rubbing off on him.

“It’s a girl, and her name is Abella.” She said with a wide smile that revealed a couple of missing teeth.

“She’s a bit of a fuzzball, dontchya think.” He said inspecting the caterpillar.

“Belle, Dominic, dinner's ready.” A female voice called out to the two children.

“Goodbye, Abella.” Belle called as she ran home.

“Goodbye.” Dominic said as well, with a smile.

“Papa, we found a fuzzy caterpillar outside, and I named her Abella. She was green and had big black eyes!” Belle exclaimed with a mouth full of food.

“That sounds swell, ma chérie. What about you, Dominic? Did you get your work done for the Moreau’s?” Their father asked.

“Yes, Papa. I finished today.” Dominic said while slowly eating his beef stew.

“Can we go play, Papa? Please?” Belle pleaded.

“Hm. Well, since your brother finished his work, I suppose you two can play for an hour, but I want you home right away.” He obliged.

“Yay! Love you Papa, love you Maman! Come on, Dominic, let’s go!” She squealed while grabbing Dominic’s hand and pulled him outside. He couldn’t get his farewells in before they darted outside.

“Let’s go to the alcove, Dommy! We can bring Abella with us!.” Belle squealed toward her younger brother. He was younger by two years, but he was always the one to look after her.

“Sure thing, Belle.” He replied softly.

She danced and giggled all the way to the river. Twirling in her little cotton dress, with her hair pulled into two pigtails. Her soft porcelain face held a smile that curled up to her rosey cheeks. She would grow to be an absolutely gorgeous woman. One to rival Tora, the Goddess of Beauty. Dominic would often wonder if this is the reason she was killed. Because Tora was jealous of the young girl, and dared not see a mortal best her. He often wondered if perhaps his sister was slightly uglier, would she not live? Of course, we all know that there is nothing Dominic could have done, nor could he possibly know what would happen that day. He thought otherwise, though. It would tear at him for the rest of his life.

They arrived at the alcove near the river, and they found their hideout to remain as it always had. An old blanket hung limply on the farthest wall, a beat up wooden chair sat around an even more worn table. A wooden bowl sat atop the table and inside was a couple handfuls of leaves. The hideout wasn’t much, but it was theirs. It was home away from home, and they adored it as much.

Belle skipped up to the table and laid Abella in the bowl to eat. She stood bent over the small table with her head rested in her hands watching the caterpillar for a good while. Dominic sat in front of the river, watching the sunlight dance across its shimmering membrane. When he thinks about that day, this particular part is the most vivid. Even more so than his sister’s eventual death. It was so serene in that moment. So perfect. The day had been wonderful in terms of weather. He and his sister, together in silence. No need for words. Their bond so great that mere closeness was enough to incite that deep, warm feeling of belonging. Of having a life. Of having self. He sat on that river bank, and he felt the sun’s rays, and he felt whole. A feeling that he would never feel again in his life. 

Belle called over to Dominic, “Dommy, look. There is smoke coming from home.” She sounded worried, but Dominic dismissed it.

“It’s probably just the Moreau’s burning for charcoal again. They always mess it up.” He said while shaking his head.

“I think we should go back just in case.” Belle said while holding her curled fingers against her chin, worry in her eyes.

Dominic did not want to dismiss his sister, so he acquiesced. “Sure thing. Let’s head back, we’ll grab a snack, and then we can come back and play some more.” 

She nodded and they left. They had forgotten Abella in the little wooden bowl, on the little wooden table, in the little alcove by the river. 

At first, they were laughing and jaunting toward home, almost having forgot about the smoke entirely. However, once they got close, they were very much aware that it was not the Moreau’s burning for charcoal. Many buildings were lit aflame, black smoking billowing toward the cloudless skies. Screams of agony, fear, and hatred could be heard from the road that the two were walking. The smell of some horrid thing searing ached in their noses. They didn’t even look at each other, and started running toward the city. When they entered into their quadrant, they immediately realized what was causing that smell. Human bodies were being burned, alive and dead. They both gagged, and Belle vomited onto the dirt ground below her. Dominic grabbed her and rushed her toward their house. On the way there, they saw a couple dozen dead bodies scattered about. Blood soaked the ground, and a couple of bodies were still living, and they were hard of breath. There was no hope for them, however, and Dominic closed his hand over Belle’s eyes as he led her toward home. They gagged on smoke, and tears welled in their eyes.

When they got home, he felt his heart sink down to his stomach. He let out a single noise that sounded as though a dog had been whipped. Belle escaped his hands to see, and she started screeching. Dominic clasped his hand over her mouth, but it was too late. A group of orcs just down the road heard the scream. They would have seen the two, but the smoke was so intense at this point, that you could hardly see your own hand in front of your face. What the two were screaming at was the mutilated bodies of their parents, hung on the door as a sick set of decorations. Innards pooled outside, and heads removed from the bodies and set aside next to them on sconces.

Dominic grabbed his sister’s hand and started leading her out of the city when he noticed himself laying on the ground. A deep throbbing ached on the nape of his neck, and he realized that he had been clubbed over the head. From the ground he witnessed with dazed consciousness that three orcs had come over, and he could see them grabbing his sister. He went to scream at them, but a soft gurgle came out instead. One of the orcs lifted the little girl by the pigtails, and another punched her in the stomach. The third was sharpening a crude dagger. Dominic tried again to scream, but nothing came out. His throat was a knot. His sister was crying, and squirming in their grasp. She kept looking at Dominic, and he just stared back, almost through her. Another punch to the gut knocked the wind out of her and she struggled to breath. Her vision blurry with tears. The orc punching her yanked on her feet, and it tore her from her own pigtail, the other orc was holding, ripping her hair out. She screamed in agony, and blood seeped from her head. The orc dropped her to the ground and she curled up into a ball, weeping. Calling out to Dominic and her parents. The orc with the dagger walked up to the girl, and picked her up the the neck of her dress. Dominic can’t recall exactly, but he is almost completely sure that he saw his sister smile at him. Then, the orc reeled his arm back, and plunged the dagger into her gut. Her face froze, her eyes widened. Her pupils so small, you could barely see them. Dominic’s heart burst, and he felt the weight of the world crash down on him. As she fell to the ground from the orc’s grasp, Dominic passed out. Weakly, right before he went, he thought to himself, ‘Don’t worry, Belle. I’m next. We’ll see each other very shortly. I’ll be there soon’. Of course, the orcs just left, and Dominic went on living. He would often think that this was the biggest evil the orcs had done to him. Let him live. He wanted to be reunited with his sister.

Why the orcs left, Dominic never figured out, but it was because of a light-blue skinned mage, and his lizard-man companion waging Hell on the city. Cleansing the orcs from the town. Wrynn would adopt Dominic, and the three of them would go on together working for the Black Sparrow, and eventually, the Market. 

#oc #writing #fantasy #book #unfinished #novel #obsidian #scars

[ichigomis]

PHOTO BOOTH SHINANIGANS

⤷ with ushijima, semi, sakusa, atsumu

in which you drag him to a photo booth, for no particular reason (just some fluff and love)

note: idk where this idea came from and idk if i did it any good, but here!! something about @lovingjeankirstein's semi playlist got me missing him huhu

❊ USHIJIMA stares at the screen, trying to make sense of the many buttons you were excitedly pressing. he darts his eyes from the screen then at you and wonders just how you're always able to make him do the most unsensible of things. he wonders how with just one word and a little pout, you've got him wrapped around your fingers. not that he's complaining, he's just at a loss at your power over him.

"okay! it's ready, the countdown's starting!" you shake him from his thoughts as you sit back down with a little bounce.

you beam at the camera as ushijima tilts his head, what is going on?

he blinks.

and just like that your faces are on the screen—your bright smile and his confused face, mid-blink.

"i think i missed it," he says eyeing the photo. he doesn't really mind, as long as you were happy. perhaps this is why you have such a hold of him? the edge of his lips curls up in a small smile as he thinks back to his previous thoughts.

you couldn't help but giggle, "that's okay! we can doodle on our photo instead." you sit up and start drawing whiskers and cat ears on his face from the screen.

you feel ushijima move from his seat and follow your example. his big mighty hands, ever so gently and with utmost love and care, draws little hearts around you. you gaze at him as he squints, focused and determined to fit in as many hearts as he can.

"it’s cute," he beams as he looks at his and your's little artwork.

you couldn’t help yourself, you pull him and kiss his cheek just the way that makes him scrunch his nose and laugh. "mhm, and so are you."

❊ SEMI raises an eyebrow at you, "so this was your emergency?" he asks as you drag him inside the photo booth. when you called him about a certain "emergency" that he definitely had to help you with, this was not what he had in mind. but now, semi just chuckles at your excitement. your silly antics are one of the reasons he loves you, how can he ever refuse?

you only look up at him with a sly grin and nod. "it’s been a while since we did this, right?" you sit down on the booth and start fixing your hair. he sits down beside you and presses the start button, the countdown begins almost immediately and you squeal in excitement.

you wrap your arm around his and get ready to pose. the shutter captures your cute smiles and bright giggles, preserving the quick little moment forever. and just before the last shutter goes off, semi softly grabs your chin and pulls you in. his lips brush against yours and you hold your breath in surprise. he doesn't let go even after the booth lights go off or when you hear your photo start printing outside.

he pulls away and smirks down at you, revenge. "photo booth dates aren't complete without that, right?" he muses.

you scoff and pull him back in by the collar of his shirt, much to his delight. "of course."

❊ SAKUSA eyes the photo booth cautiously as you use all your strength to try and drag him inside. "come on omi just one picture, please?" you cruelly look up at him with those doe eyes, knowing well that he can never say no to them. and like on cue, sakusa heaves out a sigh of defeat and lifts his once planted feet off the ground. he lets you drag him inside and you can't help but let the triumphant grin slip from your lips.

"it's starting!!" you exclaim as you sit back down beside sakusa who's been staring at the screen, a blank and confused look on his face. his eyes dart around, looking for the camera.

"where should i look?" he asks you, slightly panicking at the countdown on the screen.

you grab his arm and pull him closer, getting ready to strike a pose, "anywhere! just smileeeeeee!" and with that, the booth rings with the shutter of the camera and your playful carefree giggles.

"fun, right?" you ask still clinging onto sakusa's arm as you two wait for the picture to print.

he only gives you a shrug, "i couldn't see where the camera was."

you smile up at him and pat his curls, "that's okay, i bet you still look cute." and just as his cheeks turn red, your photo comes out the printer.

"uh, see? i wasn't even looking," he mutters as he takes the photo and hands it to you. and he's right, he really wasn't looking. instead, he was looking at you with the same doe eyes you gave him before. you smirk up at him and you swear he stepped back in caution, "one more, please?"

❊ ATSUMU matches your pace, skipping like children off on a field trip for the first time. when you told him you saw a photo booth not far from the place you two were eating, he let you drag him out without another word. it never was hard to drag atsumu to do silly things with you, in fact, it's the two of you's little thing.

you let out a squeal as atsumu grabs a hold of you, sitting you down on his lap. "first pose is this." he beams his toothy grin at the camera and you can't help but do the same.

the shutter goes off and you tear yourself off of him to get ready for your next pose, but your footing fails you and you find your face taking up half of the shot.

"nooooo" you groan as the shutter goes off once again. atsumu just gives up his secure hold on you and throws a peace sign in the air as another shot is taken, your frown and pout clearly displayed on the screen.

"alright, last one. com' here," atsumu pulls you in again and chuckles at the pout that still hasn't left your lips. you wrap your arms around him, not caring about what you look like anymore. and just as the shutter goes off, he presses his lips to your cheek with an animated smooching sound. you light up and an unintentional grin escapes your lips.

———

"it's a mess," atsumu chuckles as you furrow your eyebrows at your photo. you let out a groan and his smile only doubles in size, "but i like it." he whispers as he pulls you in and kisses your head.

you groan, still upset over the whole ordeal. "why though? it’s so... chaotic."

his chest vibrates with laughter and he squeezes you even tighter, "exactly. it’s just like ya."

p.s.: not me always writing about either sakusa, atsumu, or ushijima 🤡

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[stealforreal]

Future kids - Bakugou Katsuki I

Bakugou meets his son from the future. Just some fluff, with a jealous Bakugou.

Bakugou Katsuki x F! reader

Warnings: none

Bakugou was stomping his way back to the dorms, cursing that stupid nerd Deku in his mind. Kicking some rocks lying in his way, he was radiating murder. Naturally his classmates left him alone to cool off for a minute, even the Baku squad left him alone. They had chosen not to interfere, because they would like to live to see another, thank you very much. 

The stupid nerd had been too close to y/n at lunch today, and Bakugou had spent the entire time glaring at the curly green haired boy. What really made him snap was when she hugged him, and the stupid brocoli went as red as a tomato. She was giggling loudly and seemed really happy at whatever Midoriya had said, and the fiery ash blond couldn't control his jealousy so he stormed off. After class was over Bakugou was the first out the door, not even stopping to insult Denki when he made a bad joke. 

The rest of his classmates were confused, sure they all knew Bakugou to be a hothead. But still he seemed angrier than usual, only the Baku squad had small nervous but knowing smiles on their face. They knew of the explosive boy's crush on y/n, it wasn't totally obvious and they really wouldn't have known had Kirishima not pointed out the subtle things. Like how he never once called her an extra, he still called her idiot, dumbass and such. That was probably Bakugou's version of a compliment, which was probably the reason they took so long to figure out his crush.

So here he was stomping his way back to the dorms, cursing Deku for being close with y/n, Himself for getting jealous, y/n for being too friendly and everything he could curse in general. He stopped dead in his tracks when he felt a little tug on his uniform pant leg, glaring down at the thing that stopped him. Only to be confused when that thing turned out to be a little boy, around the age of 4-5 by the looks of it. Bakugou's brows furrowed in confusion, how did a little boy end up here. UA is one of the most secure places in Japan, courtesy of the League of Villains and other past incidents. 

What caught Bakugou's attention though, was the fact that this little boy was bawling his eyes out and trembling with his sobs. Bakugou didn't know what was happening, he felt incredibly protective of the young boy but didn't know why. He seemed kind of familiar, like Bakugou had seen parts of him somewhere else before. The little boy had big e/c doe eyes, filled to the brim with tears as he stared at the ground. His hair was unruly and a familiar shade of ash blond, he reminded Bakugou of himself a bit when he was young except the crybaby attitude of course. It was weird for Bakugou to feel this protective of anything, and he didn't like it one bit

" Oi brat, where are you parents?" The teenager asked the little boy, crouching down to his level, making the little lad finally pay attention to the stranger he had grabbed. The little boy gasped and flung himself at Bakugou, clutching on tightly to the stunned teenager's shirt. A new wave of tears hit the little blonde, being relieved at the familiar sight of his fathers face though much younger. " D-daddy, I-I was so scared" the little boy whimpered, burying his tear stained face in his fathers shoulder. Bakugou was speechless, he sure as hell was not this kid's father even if it explained the feeling of familiarity. No Bakugou shook his head at the ridiculous thought, this kid was obviously terrified and contrary to popular belief Bakugou would not abandon a lost child " Oi brat, I'm taking you with me back to the dorms. Afterwards we'll find your parents' ' he huffed, Bakugou was going to kill this kid's parents once they were found.

The younger boy began calming down in the older boy's arms, the tears had stopped and he was only softly hiccupping now. "B-but daddy I did find you, I wanna go see mommy" the young boy huffed out, defiantly crossing his arms over his little chest. " Oh yeah, prove it brat" Bakugou smirked thinking he had cornered the little boy in his lie, but much to his astonishment the little boy let out a small explosion in the palm of his hand. Though much brighter than his own, there was no mistaking his explosion quirk.  Bakugou hated to admit that so far the brat seemed to be telling the truth, and he hated even more how his feeling of protectiveness grew at the revelation that this kid in fact was most likely his son from the future. It wasn't rocket science, right now Bakugou was 16 and 100% not a father. Yet here is a little boy that is the spitting image of him as a kid except the eyes, and in this world where quirks exist perhaps time travelling was possible.  

Bakugou's little chat with his son had taken longer than he thought, because as soon as he entered the dorm common room every one in the room snapped their head towards the two ash blondes. The first to break the pin drop silence was Kirishima  " Eh who is the kid, Bakubro" he asked. While Mina asked if he had kidnapped the kid, earning a glare from the explosive blonde. " Daddy, why does Aunt Mina and Uncle Kiri not recognize me? " a little voice asked, making a lot of jaws drop and eyes widened. 1....2......3...... " WHA!!!" The lot of them shouted, questions coming left and right, wanting an explanation as to why this little boy who looked suspiciously like Bakugou called him dad. 

What they all failed to notice was the little boy was recoiling from the loud noise, pressing himself closer and closer to his father. Bakugou noticed this, and thanks to his newfound protectiveness he hugged him closer and glared at them effectively shutting them up. Mostly they were just silenced because the sight of Bakugou hugging and being protective of his supposed son baffled them. I mean we are talking about Mr.Hothead angry Pomeranian, the most blatant rude student in class 1-A if not in the entirety of UA. " Shut it ya damn morons, can't you see you're frightening him" Bakugou sneered at his classmates, not loudly but it was still malicious enough to make a shiver run up their spines. 

Midoriya, who had known Kacchan the longest, was intrigued by this side of Kacchan and unconsciously moved closer to the two ash blondes. Seeing the familiar shade of green hair approach them Bakugou sneered, while his son became ecstatic. " Uncle Izu '' The child yelled excitedly, stretching his arm towards the blushing brocoli boy indicating he wanted to be held. " Ah hell no! He is not your uncle, I won't allow shitty Deku to hold my son" Bakugou yelled, making a few snicker quietly, but what really set them off was the fact his son chopped his head with a little fist. "Oi, why the hell did ya do that for ya brat? Bakugou barks at his son, only receiving a deadpan expression in return. " Mommy said, every time your daddy is mean to uncle Izu chop his head for me, okay baby?" After that announcement they all burst out laughing, while Midoriya tried not to tremble under Bakugou's glare. 

"Speaking of which, who is your mom?, uhm I never got your name, little guy" Kirishima asked the little boy, stating a valid point. Bakugou realized that even though he had known his son for about 5 hours now, he never once asked what the boy's name was. " What do you mean, Uncle Kiri, it's me Katsuma?" Katsuma tilted his head a bit, not really being aware or understanding that he most likely travelled through time. " Well you aren't born in our time yet, mini Bakugou" Kaminari informed the little boy, in his usual teasing voice. " Really Uncle Kami" Little Katsuma asked " Does this mean mommy and daddy aren't together yet?" He asked, surprising the teenagers. Katsuma was surprisingly smart for a kid his age, and after the initial shock from being called daddy Katsuki totally forgot to ask about his son's mother. 

"That is correct, Katsuma'' Todoroki piped up in his usual monotone voice, surprising Katsuma with his appearance. " Uncle Todo'' Katsuma replied coolly, surprising everyone present. The happy bubbly 5 year old had vanished in an instant, and been replaced with a little boy full of hatred. Breaking the little staring contest that had broken out between his son and the damn half n half bastard, was none other than Midoriya's phone. Being the klutz that he is, he ended up answering and putting it on speaker. " Izuku, Ochaco said there was a cute kid at your dorm, so I'm coming over " y/n voice could be heard, instantly Katsuma brightened up again being all sparkles and rainbows again. He tugged at his dad's collar, demanding Katsuki's attention " daddy, daddy did you hear, mommy's coming over" the little ash blonde exclaimed, bouncing in his fathers arms from being giddy. This new information caused everybody's jaw to land on the floor once again.

" WHY, why does Bakugou get the hot chick? '' Mineta yelled in agony, being the little pervert he is, he had to comment on her looks. " Oi, don't talk about my future wife and baby mama y/n like that, I'll fucking blast you to hell" His statement followed by the crackeling in his palm, and the sound of a phone being dropped? Turning around Bakugou was met with your stunned face, eyes blown wide with confusion and astonishment clearly written on your face. " Mommy" Katsuma yelled, squirming trying to get out of his fathers embrace, and slowly Katsuki sat him down. When his small feet hit the floor, Katsuma was sprinting towards y/n with all his might and flinging himself into her arms. Resulting in the poor girl, falling down on the floor in her confusion.

Katsuma buried his face in her neck, sighing happily to himself. The remaining nerves  he had totally disappeared once he saw you. As much as Katsuma was a daddy’s boy, he was even more of a mama’s boy. Katsuma could feel the lack of response coming from his mother, curious and slightly scared he looked at her face. you were absolutely stunned, no response came from you frightening the young boy. Tears began swimming in Katsuma’s beautiful e/c eyes, snapping you back to reality. The sight of a child with tears in his eyes, struck your motherly instincts. Answers could wait, right now there was an adorable toddler with tears in his eyes, and you had to comfort him.

Slowly Katsuma was pulled into your embrace, head buried in the crock of your neck. Arms wrapped tightly around the preciuóus boy, letting him cling to you for deer life. “ M-mommy, I m-missed you, I was s-so scared-d” Katsuma said through sobs and hiccups. Not bothering to correct him, you bounced him lightly up and down in your arms. Bakugou came and helped you onto your feet, putting an arm around your waist. His other hand began stroking Katsuma’s unruly blond hair. 

Around them the rest of the class was still stunned into silence, seeing the small family in an embrace. Most of them had never seen Bakugou look so protective and calm, let alone with a small blush. You would also sport a matching blush if it weren’t for the fact, all your attention was on the young boy in your arms. He looked like a carbon copy of Katsuki, yet his e/c eyes looked exactly like yours. Slowly the sniffles stopped. Instead they were replaced by steady breathing, it seems like the child had a long day because he was fast asleep in your arms.

Slowly you made your way to the 1-A dorm living room couch, with the sleeping child in your arms and Bakugou not far behind you. He made it a point to keep his hand on the small of your back, glaring at the other guys present if they looked at your or his son the wrong way. “ Can somebody please explain to me what is going on?” You whispered so you wouldn’t wake up the young boy, whose name you still hadn’t caught. Your eyes caught Izuku’s eyes, but for some reason his eyes widened and he averted his gaze from you. Izuku is one of your best friends, you met because you and your classmate Hatsume Mei worked on his hero costume and you hit it off. 

With your attention not fully on the child anymore, you now realised that somebody had their arm around your shoulders. Looking to your right where the owner would be stítting, your eyes widened slightly at the person on your right. One of the hottest guys in UA had his arm around you, Bakugou Katsuki of class 1-a was well known in the school. His temper, looks and quirk had made him extremely popular with the female population of UA, though none of them dared approach him. The bad boy image both attracted them and made them keep their distance from him. He wasn’t exactly known for being a teddy bear, so Katsuki hugging y/n closer to him and keeping touching her was not expected.

 “ Oi Flashlight, brat is ours from the future. I don't know how he got here but it’s true. He even has my quirk, you know what this means right ” Bakugou spoke, explaining the situation. The others had left the two of you alone, giving Bakugou privacy to explain the surreal situation to you.  What this means? What did he mean by that? You couldn’t help but ponder the meaning. Turning your head to face him and question him on what he meant, you were met with a very close Bakugou. Bakugou couldn’t contain himself seeing you look so adorably clueless, so he closed the small gap between you. 

His lips were surprisingly soft. He was gentle in kissing you, not knowing how you would react. I mean you had to like him back right? You were sitting there next to hum with YOUR SON in your arms. He smelled nice, it was a sweet scent like caramel courtesy of his quirk. The kiss was slow, loving and gentle, the feeling of his lips on yours were intoxicating. Pulling back from the kiss, Bakugou growled silently, huskily in your ear “Your mine, flashlight” Heat crept up your neck, and you were left softly blushing. “ What are we going to do with him Bakugou?” Still facing Bakugou, you looked at your son from the future. There really was no mistake, he looked like a perfect Katsuki copy with your eyes, and your motherly instincts told that this was in fact your son. 

“It’s Katsuki to you Flashlight ” He corrected you “For now let's go to bed, it’s late. We can ask the squirt questions tomorrow” Katsuki led you to his room, still with a sleeping Katsuma in your arms. His bed was big enough to fit the three of you. You laid down with Katsuma in the middle, both you and Katsuki put an arm around Katsuma. Katsuki intertwined your fingers, and slowly you fell into a blissful sleep. You could ask more questions tomorrow.

But when you woke up, Katsuma was nowhere to be found. Only you and Katsuki were cuddling in his bed. You and Katsuki both came to the conclusion that whatever quirk sent Katsuma here probably sent him back to his own time. “Katsuki, is it wrong of me to miss him already?” You looked at your new boyfriend, looking into his sleepy vermillion orbs. “ If you miss the little firecracker already, why don’t we bring him back” His morning voice was rough, and tickled your ears just right, sending a shiver down your spine. Bakugou's eyes glinted with mischief, as he began kissing your neck. The innuendo not lost on you, the feeling of his lips on a particular spot had you giggling. It was ticklish and stopped him in his tracks for just long enough for you to get a word in. “ Let’s wait a few years okay” He nodded and laid down next to you again, pulling you close.

You would see Katsuma again. Someday.

#mha #bakugou #dad au #xreader #dadbakugou #momreader #timetravel #bnha #bnha bakugo x reader #bakusquad

[chaichaiiskai]

Hanji Zoë x Titan Reader Part II

part one

warnings: fem! reader, she/her pronouns, mentions of blood, decapitation, hateful words towards the reader, violence, gore, injury, titans overall are pretty spooky, lowkey cannibalism but not really. No spoilers here! This may be a little OOC, and I wanted to add some creative turns so that nothing would be spoiled.

You and the group of scouts were currently on the very outside of the walls. It would be a little frightening if the ones being protected by said wall caught sight of you peeking over so it was silently agreed that you’d be better off standing away from it for now.

However, you were aware of the guards that were stationed on the very top of the wall, watching you in astonishment as you stood surrounded by their comrades.

“Hey, Miss Titan. Do you think you could do me a favor?” Hanji questioned as they whispered into your ear. Nodding your head, you awaited said favor and listened in as they whispered it to you.

Suddenly, you squatted down and laid your hands onto the ground in front of the grounded scouts who immediately stepped back out of fear.

“Don’t worry guys! She’s going to lift us up onto the walls so we don’t have to open the gate and risk any wonderers coming in,” Hanji exclaimed excitedly, bouncing around with childlike happiness.

The scouts were hesitant but decided to follow the lead of their trusted lead, climbing onto the palms of Y/N’s hands with caution. You slowly lifted them up, carrying them like you would hold a newborn baby and set them atop the wall, picking Hanji up to set them down as well.

You then paused and began to reminisce on how to get out of your titan form. It had been so long, do you even remember how?

Suddenly, your titan form begins to smoke and your human form emerges from its back. You exit the warmth of it and jump up onto the walls along with the scouts. Your titan body falls to the ground and dissipates in seconds into nothing but smoke. It’s an astonishing sight, even for you.

Hanji is immediately on you like white on rice, a big grin spread across their face as they observe you with pure joy, drool dribbling down their chin. They then envelop you in their arms, babbling on and on about how you’re a wonder of nature and how they couldn’t wait to learn everything about you.

The affection made you tense up but you slowly melted into it like a touch starved stray kitten, shakingly wrapping your arms around their form as you shut your eyes and basked in their warmth.

…

It was strange. No one aside from whoever witnessed your transformation was none the wiser to who you truly were or what you were. Hanji talked your ear off about how fun it would be to introduce you to their superiors and that it would be even cooler if you joined the scouts.

You simply listened to every word they had to say, occasionally nodding or shaking your head at the questions asked of you.

And not before long, you were now being presented to a short brunet man and his taller counterpart that had blonde hair and hardened eyes. Hanji was having an absolute field day, explaining her findings and how much of a treasure you were and how things could be if there were more titans like you out there. They were already aware of Eren and Annie after all, but you were different.

They couldn’t help the weariness they’d felt towards you but you could understand. All titans did were bring destruction and chaos everywhere they went, but they did seem to feel a bit of ease after hearing how you’d protected their comrades from nosy titans. Perhaps it would be beneficial to keep around.

And that’s how it began. You were back in the walls but you could still wander around outside whenever need be. You had soon found your voice again and Hanji was very patient with you as you relearned how to converse and always praised you for even the tiniest bit of improvement. As time went on, you had begun to develop romantic feelings for them but worried that they did not return those same feelings but that would soon change.

Months passed after you rejoined society and you were basically the unspoken protector of the city and those within it. The citizens didn’t know about your titan form and you planned to keep it that way but once again, the universe didn’t look favorably upon your circumstances.

In the midst of the night, as you were in a deep slumber, chaos ensued. Titans had somehow managed to break through the walls, eager to fill their blood lust, and began to devastate the city.

Naturally, you had quickly been awoken by the sounds of pained screams and the sound of crackling fire nearby which caused you to spring into action. Perhaps it wasn’t the smartest idea but you were keen on protecting your city, protecting this place you now called home.

As soon as you had gotten outside and were in the middle of it all, you had noticed a small child snatched up by a titan. The sight angered you and before you knew it, the silver ring that was on your finger given to you by none other than Hanji themselves, revealed itself and you unsheathed the tiny blade, pricking your finger so that blood could be drawn.

A whopping ball of blue electricity appeared and your titan form emerged with intent and determination. You roared at the nearby titans and charged towards the one holding the small child. You ripped the creature's head off and tossed it like a football before grabbing the frightened child as gently as you could muster. The little girl sobbed in the palm of your hand and you silently vowed to protect her while your hand placed her on top of your head. She quickly grabbed on the locks of hair on your head and watched in astonishment as you began to take out every titan in sight, destroying them in seconds before flinging their bodies outside of the walls.

Your power was too great, so frightening, so… intense. You’d managed to save a number of citizens and scouts before hurrying towards the wall to block off any titans that dared to come in. You kicked at them with your strong legs and held firm, occasionally roaring to assert dominance.

A few scouts that did not know about your powers had approached with the intent to kill you but immediately stopped upon seeing the child that sat atop your head, nuzzling into the locks of hair as a means to protect herself. How strange.

“Captain? What do we do?” “Dumbass, obviously we need to cover the walls! Y/N can’t keep us shielded forever,” Levi growled as he used his machine to move around swiftly in the direction of where you were fending off the hungered titans. His smaller frame passed by you in your peripheral and the both of you exchanged a silent conversation before himself and the scouts sprung into action. It would be a while before the wall could be completed fixed but you were willing to stand there until it was.

Eventually, thanks to you, the chaos died down and the occupying titans had either been massacred by your own hands or scared off by your angered roars. The fires had been put out and now the frightened citizens were now on the streets, attempting to find loved ones or remnants of said loved ones.

Your back was facing the city and your body faced towards the wilderness as you kept the threats at bay. The little girl you’d saved was now sleeping on top of your head, and you figured that she may have had an adrenaline crash or something of the sort.

Suddenly, you began to feel specks of force on your back, causing you to be somewhat confused. It turned out that a few citizens had gathered and began to throw rocks at you while shouting angry things at you. Telling you to leave. Telling you that you were unwanted there.

Their words hurt. They truly did, but you were willing to endure them for the sake of keeping them safe. You drowned out the voices but couldn’t help the few tears that escaped and rolled down your face.

Where was Hanji? Out on a mission with titan Eren. But they were now returning.

Hanji looked upon you with horror and shock but came rushing towards you on their horse.

“Y/N! What ha-“ “Shitty glasses, took you long enough,” Levi cut Hanji off as he swooped down to speak directly to them, “There was an attack on the damn wall and you were nowhere to be found. Fortunately for you, your little girlfriend saved the day. However…”

The returning scouts had stopped right in front and there was a bit of space between Y/N’s calves that revealed angered citizens who did not agree with the female titan’s presence.

Hanji looked up at your crying face and something snapped inside of them as they rushed forward on their horse and yelled at those who were throwing rocks, hardly ever gotten angry before.

“How DARE you assault the woman that saved you all?!” They shouted at the top of their lungs, their body trembling with anger and rage as they jumped off the horse. Citizens that had been throwing rocks seemed to pause for a moment and stared at the angered scout who basically foaming at the mouth.

“Do you have any idea how idiotic you people look?! How stupid you’re being?! If SHE hadn’t been here to save your asses then you’d ALL be dead,” the usually happy-go-lucky scout said, fists balling up in anger. “Should we have her leave right now and leave your ungrateful asses exposed to the open so other titans can come and eat you alive? SHOULD WE? TELL ME NOW!”

No one had ever seen Hanji Zoë like this before. The scene was chilling to the core.

Her question seemed to rock people at the very base of their being but one indifferent voice shouted, “That thing could kill us all in an instant! Why the hell should we let it stay here?!”

Seconds later, other citizens began to voice their agreement with that voice, nodding their heads as they began to add their two cents onto the argument.

At this point, you had begun to sob silently at their harsh words. At the cruel reality of being who you were. Somewhere deep down you had always known that your peace would come to an end.

What you hadn’t expected was for every scout in a certain area to begin to stand behind you, blocking you from the citizens. Sure, they didn’t seem to know you personally, some of them at least but they did know Hanji. And they trusted their judgment.

“You will all return to your homes. It’s still not safe to be outside for the time being, please find your loved ones and go back to safety,” Levi said in a surprisingly calm voice, his deep voice ricocheting its way around the citizens’ ears.

They seemed to quiet down after that, seeing how the soldiers seemed to be on your side. However, that didn’t stop them from continuing to voice their concerns while turning their bodies to leave.

The streets cleared, surprisingly. The fire had dissipated and smoke was the only thing left as it wafted in the air.

Seeing that you were safe for the time being, Hanji decided upon themselves to jump up onto your shoulders so that they could speak directly to you.

“Y/N… are you alright?”

You nod your head slightly, wiping away your tear-stained face with the back of one of your hands. You then quickly remembered the tiny being on top of your head. Reaching up, you lightly poked the sleeping girl, in which she immediately cuddled, nuzzling against the giant meaty digit.

Hanji watched, wondering what you were doing, and climbed up onto your head, surprised by the tiny girl whose face was dirtied with soot, her clothes messy and disheveled.

“Poor girl,” they mumbled, squatting down to pat the girl’s head, “Hey, hey, time to wake up. You’re safe.”

The little girl slowly opened her eyes and glanced at Hanji who held a small, inviting smile, their usual loud voice diminished into a soft, nurturing tone.

Slowly sitting up, the little girl let go of your finger and your hand returned to blocking off the broken wall. Hanji easily picked the girl up and then said they’d be back before heading away to put the girl in a safe place.

A few weeks went on, Hanji made sure to keep you company as the wall was being repaired and you took part in the repair to make things go along faster. And thankfully it didn’t take too long before it was back and better, adjusted so that it was stronger.

The citizens tolerated your presence after seeing how hard you were working but they were still afraid of what you could do. That is to be expected considering you were a part of the man-eating family.

Back in your human form, you had just finished stuffing yourself full of food and laid in your chambers that you happened to be sharing with Hanji. It was weird to most that you both shared a bed despite denying either of you was in a romantic relationship but you ignored the judgment. But… tonight was different.

Hanji soon joined you in the bed and took it upon themselves to wrap their form around you, stroking your hair in a loving manner. The both of you had been cuddling throughout the night for as long as you’d been here but tonight the air felt different. Hanji’s touches were less the touches of an adoring friend and more like a lover who was feeling rather protective of their partner.

Neither of you spoke, but you wanted to see their face. Wanted to understand how they were feeling. You wordlessly peeked up at them and near gasped at the sight of their face under the moonlight. Your face burned with heat as you couldn’t help but to stare at the ethereal scene.

“…you,” Hanji mumbled. You’d zoned out for a second and missed that they were speaking to you. “H-huh?” You questioned, wondering what you’d missed. “I like you,” they repeated, cupping your face with a hand before a smile adorned their glorious features.

“Like me…? I like you too, Zoë,” you responded with a confused look on your face. They laughed and then shook their head, “Not like that- I mean, well, like this.”

It was an unexpected kiss. A kiss that made you melt into the bed even more as you leaned into it rather eagerly. The kiss lasted for a while before the both of you pulled away for a breath, foreheads pressed together as you basked in each other’s growing love.

The world you both lived in was cruel, disturbing, unforgiving, terrifying even. And maybe it was a foolish decision to fall in love when either one of you could die in a blink of an eye but that didn’t matter. You could protect each other and planned to grow old, even in the face of destruction.

bonus: Levi won the bet against the rest of the scouts who had made a wager in favor of the two of you becoming an item after the shitshow happened. Those poor soldiers will not see rest for a few days. Neither you nor Hanji was the wiser though, too blinded by your lovey-dovey affection.

So sorry it took me so long @ylslys! My motivation was all over the place but I’m really happy with how this turned out even though it isn’t my very best work. Hope you enjoyed it! :D Buh-bye babes!

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