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littleuglytoad · 2 years

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MODERN AU

Erwin x fem!reader

Fluff

• History proff Erwin

• Reader is a dentist.

Warning: none (let me know if I missed something)

Also

1. Forgive any mistakes, English is not my first language

2. This is my first ever fan fic

You stretch your arms forward and yawn. It was a very tiring day for you. There were more patients than usual today. You step out of your cabin and go to the locker room to change your scrubs. And walk towards the reception "Y/n, your husband is here", the receptionist smiled. "See you on Monday" you say to her.

You find Erwin reading the newspaper at the waiting area. His eyes beam the moment he sees you. He was looking at his favorite person. The two of you silently walk to the parking.

" How was your day?", asked the handsome man as he started the car.

"Very hectic", you rub your forehead.

"If you're too tired, we can cancel the dinner date", his ocean blue eyes showed a hint of sadness even though his lips were still curled up in a beautiful smile.

"No, " you turn your head to look at him " I know how eagerly you wait for Friday nights, I can't take that from you"

"Alright then", the blond focuses on the road, "we'll go home so you can change."

Being as tired as you are, you doze off before you could say anything. He slows the car down a bit and looks at you. Your beautiful (h/c) hair is tied into ponytail, a few strands of hair falls over your forehead. He leans over slightly, his veiny hands gently caressing your forehead as he tucks those stray hairs behind your ear.

3 years ago

It's a bright and sunny day. Just perfect for a wedding.

"Y/n L/n", the name on the chair read, you sit down.

You adjust your lovely (favorite color) dress as you look at all the bohemian wedding decorations. "I wonder when the lunch will start", you're already starting to get hungry, "skipping breakfast was a bad idea".

As you're looking at the decorations, a tall, muscular, blond man sits down in front of you, completely blocking your view. "Oh great"! Throughout the wedding, all you see is this wall of a man right in front of you.

The vows were said out loud and the wedding, sealed with a kiss.

You wished the couple a happy married life and were about to leave, since you didn't want to miss your flight back home, when your friend asked you a favor.

"This is Proff. Erwin Smith, he taught us history in college".

He extends his hand towards you, "y/n L/n"

A firm hand shake.

"Oh yeah, he majored in history", you think to yourself.

"He also has to reach the airport ASAP, but couldn't get a taxi, so we'd be really grateful if he could share the taxi with you".

"You haven't changed a bit" you look at your friend and smile, "I can always count you, y/n"

You look at the ocean blue eyes of the blond and smile.

"C'mon, let's get going"

After a few minutes of awkward silence in the car, the handsome man finally tries to break the ice. " So, how long have you known him?" You turn to look at him, and observe the features on his face, his perfect jawline, his Roman nose, his blue eyes and those thick eyebrows.

"Since he was a baby", you tuck a lock of hair behind your ears. "He's the youngest son of my mom's best friend and my friend's brother"

"Oh"! The blond was rather surprised.

"I see".

After this the car was filled with more awkward silence. And then the taxi driver turned the radio on and it played "Can't stop falling in love"..

"It's one of my favorites"

Erwin sang along and you loved this song just as much

"Mine too"

And then you started seeing each other, after dating for two years you decided to get married.

Present day

"Hey, we're here", he gently touches your shoulder to wake you up.

You sigh "I think I'll take a shower first".

You just walk into your house and then straight to the shower.

The warm water touches your skin and soothes your body. You want to leave the shower so that you can get ready but it's so comfortable that you just stay there for a while. Finally, feeling a bit fresh, you turn the shower to turn it off and dry yourself up with a towel.

Wrapping the towel over yourself, you step out into your bedroom. On the bed is a red, satin spaghetti dress, with a pair of small gold earrings, studded with red rubies with a matching necklace.

Drying off your hair quickly, you put on the dress and the earrings. The thigh high slit reveals your toned right leg. You rummagethroughyour wardrobe to finda suitable jacket and put it on, the temperature goes down at night, winter is fast approaching.

"You will not need that", Erwin crosses his arms and leans on the bedroom door.

"Umm..okay" you put the jacket back.

"Come", he turned and you follow.

You're surprised when, instead of going outside, he walks towards the balcony.

"Dinner date doesn't always mean going out", Erwin turned to face you smile spreading across his lips. Your eyes widen when you see what Erwin has done for you. "You're too tired, so this seemed like the best course of action". Your faces lit from the light of the candles. You tear up at this beautiful moment Erwin has given you. Although he has always been there for you, you never expected a gesture so grand, from the usually stoic Erwin.

"Thank you", you smile, " I'm so-

He pulls you into a kiss, his slightly chapped yet soft lips touching yours, gently, and getting passionate by each second. You close your eyes and slowly melt into this moment.

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mjvnivsbrvtvs · 3 years

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noooo not me saying that it was just mild sadness and my brain going, ‘oh? is that a challenge?’

#RUDE. extremely rude is what this is #ughhhhhh i am tired! of crying! at more or less 3am!!!!!#every day this week! either crying or too tired to cry! b l e h #'oh this is just processing emotions regarding fucking christmas of all things a full goddamn month later' YEAH WELL ITS BULLSHIT #'do you want a side of self loathing and self doubt to go with it?' absolutely fucking not back that shit up and get outta here #anyway dont worry about it bc it's like. it'll pass. im just posting about it like this bc i find humor in treating #this like it's a secondary person who's being very annoying and wont leave my house #me @ the Sad Thoughts: im only tolerating u as part of the grieving process. ur on thin fucking ice #anyway i will now play marble nest until i either fall asleep or bachelor daniil whatever dies #but first we're going to get the doctor from the city a shiny new heart #can't wait for the bachelor route so that i can die as dankovsky because i forgot to drink water instead of this doomed time loop thing lmao #me as artemy: we're totally fine! (in reality i have forgotten to check any of the survival meters and artemy is very Not Fine At All)

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herrscherrofyatta · 2 years

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Star - Crossed Lovers - 001

"Do you know," Fu Hua looks at the [H/C] who is sitting upside down against her bed, "how much I care you?"

Fu Hua sighs at this, setting down her pencil on the piece of paper on her desk. Putting her full attention on the girl who avoids her eyes.

"If you're ever feeling lonely or whatever, you can always come to me." Red tint of the blue-haired girl's cheeks slightly as her friend looks up at her. "After all, you're the reason why my world still shines brightly, I wouldn't want the person I care about the most, ever feel lonely."

Fu Hua looks away from this, as her face grows red but she didn't see the sad smile on her friend's face as she looked over to her.

—

"Alright class, please read the pages assigned to you, that goes for you as well, Kiana." The class gives out a small laugh as Kiana groans, the teacher smiles at this before turning her back to the class.

"Class is dismissed." The bell goes off a few seconds later and the students all rush out as single student is slowly packing her stuff away.

The teacher turns back to see the same student again but doesn't say anything, her lips goes tight as she sits back down at her desk. As if ignoring the student who remained in the class, she gets on her phone, smiling slightly at the message Himeko sent her minutes ago.

Scrolling on her phone, the student slowly walks towards her and places a folder on her desk.

"I've finished the homework for tomorrow, Ms. [L/n]."

The teacher, now known as [L/n] looks up and smiles, "I'm not surprised you finished the work in advance, Fu Hua."

Fu Hua face slightly grows red but the woman takes notice of this but decides not to say anything.

"You're free to go. I'll see you in class next week and please make sure to help Kiana with studying the difference types of....well you should know what she's struggling with." The woman stands up, the edges of the tight skirt she was wearing, slightly goes up without her noticing bit Fu Hua notices.

"Of course...." Fu Hua struggles to bring it up and when she does have the courage to do so, Himeko strolls in and begins to speak with her.

"[Y/n], your skirt is rising again," The red haired woman points out, making [Y/n] reach down and pull it down.

"I should go shopping for new ones." Himeko wraps her arm around her shoulder, bringing her friend closer as she grins.

"We can also buy some wine bottles on the way too~." The women smile before realizing that Fu Hua was still in the room, "oh, Fu Hua, you can come along too. It'll be great to see you loosen up once in a while. Right, [Y/n]?"

The woman looks over to Fu Hua before letting out a small smile, "I guess you're right."

A bit surprised that [Y/n] had invited her out, "well then, let's go!" Himeko pulls the (H/C) haired woman out the classroom while Fu Hua follows behind quietly.

"It's been so long since we went out together, don't you think so?" Himeko asks [Y/n] as they walk down the stairs since [Y/n]'s classroom was located on the third floor.

"How long has it been? Maybe since we graduated highschool or was it when I found out you worked here?" The [H/C] smiles at this as Himeko thinks it through before Fu Hua opened her mouth.

"You two have been friends before coming here?" She asks, curiosity getting to her as the two women look back at her.

"Yup, we go all the way back." Himeko grins before wrapping her hand around [Y/n]'s waist, "this one was actually our class monitor and was little Miss popular, isn't that right?"

Fu Hua watches with a smile as [Y/n] begins to turn red at this, denying that she was ever called that by their old classmates.

But, even though the woman in front of her was smiling at her friend, there was a hint of an emotion she couldn't quiet put her finger on.

Fu Hua was worried, maybe [Y/n] was overworking herself and that's why she always looked tired.

"We can go into the city and buy some dinner when we're done shopping." The three of them walk outside and almost immediately, someone called for [Y/n]. Averting her eyes, it's as if she already knew who it was.

"Not him again." She mutters loud enough for Fu Hua to hear.

"What is it, captain?"

Seeing that this was going to take a while, she digs into her bag and hands over a pair of keys to Fu Hua who looks up at her confused.

"Wait for me at my motorcycle and tell Himeko that she go ahead, we'll catch up to her.

"Are you sure?"

She nods her head, "don't worry, I'll be fine Hua-....I mean Fu Hua, just wait for me." She shuts her mouth before anything else came out that would expose her and shushes Fu Hua away.

—

Fu Hua ended up waiting for ten minutes before seeing [Y/n] approaching her with an irritated look on her face.

"Miss? Are you okay?" She doesn't respond as she sits down and turns on her motorcycle before looking at her.

"I'm fine, just a personal problem with one of the captains." Fu Hua sits behind her, gripping the side with her hands as [Y/n] gets ready to drive out. But she stops and begins to take off her helmet.

Fu Hua, whose face is a bit red from the close contact, is surprised to feel the woman out the helmet on her and her checks grow even more red as [Y/n] looks down at her momentarily with a soft look on her face before looking away.

"If I were you, I would hold on tight."

"What do you mean—!?" Fu Hua almost falls off as they take off and without thinking, she wraps her arms around [Y/n]'s waist which earns a laugh for her.

The wind blows through her hair and she finds herself relaxing, admiring the view as [Y/n] glances at her with a smile on her face before frowning.

Looking back to the front, she grips the handles as a thought runs through her mind.

'This is bad, I shouldn't become attached again. I know the consequences but....'

"I didn't know you like riding fast." She hears Fu Hua say from behind, "you don't seem like the type to."

That's also what she said back then.

"Do you always ride this like?"

'....is this the right choice?'

Looking back at Fu Hua, she grins a bit, "Never judge a book by its cover, there's things you don't know about me and this is one of my favorite hobbies."

"Guess there's much more I need to learn about you."

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Next Part will be uploaded soon.

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writteninkat · 3 years

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iii - new blueberry tart

word count: 2,212

"say you love her, baby, but not like you loved me"

index

The quirk apprehension test was helpful- it gave you insights on your classmates' different quirks, their strengths and weaknesses. When Aizawa used Bakugou as an example, your jaw almost hanged at how far he could throw the ball; over seven hundred meters.

Bakugou looks at you, a smug smirk evident on his face. You couldn't help but grow irritated at the look he's sending you. As if he was inviting you to some competition.

"L/n. Since you look so upset that we're doing this apprehension test-" You look at your teacher with raised brows. You didn't mean to look upset at your teacher or the test, that look was supposed to be for Bakugou alone. "-You're up next. Get the ball up in the sky as high as you can."

You step into the square, "Should I have to just throw it? Or can I hit it with my quirk?" You ask and the teacher's eyes doesn't leave the device in his hands. "Do whatever and however you want just get the ball in the air as high as you can."

"Alright."

Light appears in your hand, catching your teacher's attention. His eyes widen as the same claymore you used in the exam appears in your hands. "So you're the claymore user the higher ups have been talking about. You scored pretty high in such a small amount of time." He says, eyes scanning over the blade of your sword.

"Yeah, I was just proving a point." You tell him, your response catching him off guard as you throw the ball up, using the blade of your sword as some kind of make-shift baseball bat, hitting it up in the sky. The action having created big circular dent on the ground as dust fly around the class.

You place your hand over your eyes, shielding them from the sun as you squinted, trying to look for the ball. You set your claymore on the ground, "How far did it go?" You ask.

"One thousand fifty eight meters." Aizawa answers, a proud smirk etched on his face. You sigh, letting go of your claymore as it disintegrates into small specks of light before completely vanishing.

You turn around and look at Bakugou who had the same proud expression on his face. You throw a thumbs down at him, expecting a snarl only to be hit back with a sinister smile, as if he'd been pumped up just now.

Someone's a good sport.

The test finishes with you in the first place, Bakugou hitting you in the arm jokingly as a 'job well done'. Before you could even feel butterflies in your stomach, you see Izuku walking back into the building.

"I'll talk to you later-" You quickly place a hand on his shoulder, running over to Izuku who's cradling his right arm. "-Izuku, wait up! I'll take you to the clinic."

As you walked away from him, you missed how the blond's look went from proud to sour within a second. Were you and Deku close? When and how?

As you began keeping your things and preparing to go back home, someone leans on the desk beside yours. You look up, raising and eyebrow at Bakugou who's looking away from you.

"Need something?" You ask, standing up and zipping your bag close. The blond clicks his tongue, looking at you with an annoyed expression. "That cafe is selling blueberry tarts today."

You smile, pressing your lips together to try and suppress your laughter, but fail. You begin laugh loudly, the blond looking at you with a weird expression on his face. "Bakugou, have you memorized their menu and schedule by heart or something?" You ask in between laughs, the blond getting angrier.

"Do you think I'd have time doing that sorta dumb shit?! I was just letting you know!" He yells, mini explosions going off in the palm of his hands. As your laughter slowly dies down, you notice him slowly walking away.

"Hey wait! I'm sorry!" You chuckle, quickly jogging to him. "I didn't mean to make fun I'm sorry!" You laugh, a wide smile on your face as you place a hand on his shoulder.

He clicks his tongue once more, looking away as he continues walking out the classroom. "Does their blueberry taste better than their strawberry?" You ask, placing both your hands behind you.

"How would I know?! It's not like I go there everyday!" You just smile in amusement at him, mind recalling back to times when you were this happy with someone other than your mom. Nothing comes to mind. The whole walk back to the cafe was silent as you rack your brain, furrowing your brows. There were no memories you could remember.

You snap out of your trance when you notice that you were walking alone now. You look to your side, and then to your other side but see no Bakugou. You turn around and see that he's standing a few feet away from you. You jog over to him, a worry evident on your face.

"What happened? Why'd you stop walking?" You ask.

"What happened to you?Why'd you stop talking?" He shoots back at you. Despite his furrowed brows, the mean glare and the scowl on his lips, his eyes held another expression. They looked so soft and curious.

"Ah- I was just wondering when was the last time I was this happy, walking with someone apart from my mother." You place a hand on your nape, looking away.

"Well? When was it?" He asks, causing you to look back at him with a questioning look. "When was what?" You ask back, deeply confused.

"When was the last time you were this happy? Other than your mom?" His question caused your smile to fall. You couldn't understand why you felt so bad knowing the fact that you don't have any memories of these kinds of simple things. You never even experienced them.

Your eyes widen at your realization. You look up at Bakugou, your wide eyes causing him to raise his brows, still waiting for your answer. "Well?" He asks.

"I... I couldn't think of anything." You smile sadly at him and his annoyed expression drops into something else- was it sadness? Pity? "I never experienced anything like this, I think." You look down at you shoes, feeling your eyes well up at the thought. All your life, you've been homeschooled. After being bullied harshly during middle school, your mother pulled you out of your private school out of pity. She didn't want her kid experiencing that type of bullshit treatment.

You then notice dark circles on the concrete ground. You blink a few times and notice that you've already been crying. You were about to look up, ready to deny it but stop when you see a pair of shoes come into view. You look up, feeling your wet tears stream down your face as you look at Bakugou from up close.

He smells good. Like a sweet, burnt caramel smell. He reminds you of the candy factory your mother's friend brought you to when you were six. It smelled so good, so warm, it smelled like when your mother was making your favorite from her recipes; her caramel cupcakes.

Bakugou smelled so much like home.

You feel something soft touch your cheek, looking down to see a black handkerchief with orange accents. "Stop crying, dumbass." His voice sounded so rough and soft at the same time, you felt utterly confused by yourself.

"Why? Cause I look ugly when I cry?" You joke, a soft smile stretching across your face. Bakugou's eyebrows furrow, "No, cause if the cashier sees your eyes all red and puffy like that she'll get worried I made you cry."

You raise a brow, taking the hanky from him. You dry your cheeks on your own, turning around to continue walking towards the cafe. You were so close that can already see the sign.

"You seem like you've befriended the people from the cafe." You look at him through a side glance, admiring how fierce yet soft he looked. His eyes always had this sharp and intimidating look in them but as you traveled your eyes down his cheeks, you could notice that there were some baby fat left in them.

"No I didn't. They befriended me." He tries his best to deny them it makes you chuckles. "So you admit you are friends with them?"

"You know what? I don't have to listen to your crap." He throws his hands up in the air in surrender as he turns around and begins walking away from the cafe. You laugh, pulling him back. "Come on! There seemes to be only three tarts left!"

You go home with a satisfied belly full of sweets, a slice of take out carrot cake in hand courtesy of Bakugou and his phone number written on a napkin pushed inside your pocket. He gave it to you sa you could 'call him if you are crying like an idiot again' but you couldn't help the butterflies in your stomach. He still gave you his phone number, so you still win today.

As you place your slice of cake in the fridge, you take out your phone and send Bakugou a quick text.

you: i'm not crying but i thought you'd want me to text you so you could have my number too

rubies: got home alright?

You bite onto your lip, smiling like an idiot. Him asking about your well-being after you tell him you got home is the lowest of the low, but still.

you: yeah, i did.

you: i'm doing my english homework in a few. need my help with it?

rubies: i should be asking you that, idiot

you: i'll take that as a yes

you: i'll call you after i wash up

rubies: whatever

You quickly scroll through your spotify, choosing your playlists before heading to your bathroom. After a long day, you definitely needed a warm, relaxing bath. You turn your water on, letting the warm feeling run down your body, relaxing your tense muscles as you run your hand through your wet hair.

By the time you finish, your phone starts ringing. Your heart drops- you weren't answering Bakugou's face time while you were still in your towel. That would be inappropriate-

You read the screen; Mom.

I'm an idiot.

You answer the call, smiling widely. "Hey mom! How's the house over there?" You ask, walking back to your room and towards your closet. "It's pretty quiet without your songs playing in the background. I miss you my baby." She coos and you feel your heart melt in your chest. "I miss you too, mommah. Tell me about your day."

As she rambles on about how tiring her day was, you put on your pajamas and quickly apply your skincare, nodding and laughing as your mom continued on about her day.

By the time you finish, your mom was still talking and it was already around eight PM. "But yeah that was pretty much how my day went. How was yours? Was the first day good? Were the kids nice?" Before you could answer, a notification banner pops up from above your screen. You read is, feeling your heart drop in excitement.

Rubie is calling you on facetime...

"Hey ma, I'll tell you about my day on another time okay? I have homework to do." You say, quickly getting off the bed and walking to your desk. "Okay? You can do your homework I'll help you out-"

"It's cool, Bakugou's calling anyway. Bye! Love you!"

"Bakugou? Who's Baku-"

You end your call quickly, answering your classmate's facetime call. You lean your phone on the wall as you take in how he looks right now- hoodie pulled up his head and a headband pulling his hair back as he writes on his notebook. He looks at his camera, eyebrows furrowing. "Took you long enough."

"Sorry, my mom was calling." You pull out your notebook from your bag and the two of you begin your homeworks, helping each other. Well, it was more like Bakugou helping you out, but you'd rather say you helped each ofher out.

You finished your homework pretty quickly and after doing so, the two of you begin talking. First your topic was about stars and galaxies, opened by you, and then it went to alternative universes, and then what would happen after death, and then this funny story about Bakugou's aunt- the two of you talked about everything and anything. Whenever you talked with the blond, it felt likr you would never run out of topics to talk about.

When the clock's long hand struck to twelve and its short hand on one, you were already asleep, phone leaning on your lamp horizontally as you slept with the camera on.

Bakugou smirks at your sleeping face, you look so soft and peaceful. "Hey, idiot. I know you're awake." He says, knowing fully well that you were asleep already. He just wanted to make sure.

"You know, you look cute when you're asleep." He says, snapping a few pictures of you, "And maybe when you're awake..." He mutters the last part before ending the call.

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everafterkeiji · 3 years

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Song: La La Lost You by Niki

Summary: With him being the pro hero he is, time slips away while distance grows.

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo x fem! reader

Word count: 4.8k

Warning: angst, cursing

Quirk: You can read minds and portray them in real life. Example: If they thought about a gun, you create the image of the gun and use the gun. Same goes for you, if you think about a bomb, a bomb is already in your hands ready to use.

Symbols: Italic= flashbacks

A/n: can you pls let me know if you'd like a part 2 fnejdn

While I'm on Sunset, are you on the subway?

While I drive, are you gettin' on the L-train?

Bakugo can feel the longing in his heart as he watches a couple pick out engagement rings. His fists tighten at the sight as he feels an ache in his heart while he longs for an embrace his body misses, a body he missed to cherished, pair of lips he missed to place upon his. He lowers his head as he does his nightly patrols. Winter coming in closer than he realized, another year passing by. He thought he wanted this year to end as fast as it could yet here he is, sorrow and regret on his shoulders. Half of his heart gone, nearly falling apart as he stares at every happy couple his eyes fall upon. Even if his fans came to him, no matter how loud the praises and compliments were thrown at him, he felt nothing.

All he wanted to feel was her.

He wanted to feel how warm she was pressed against him, he wanted to feel her lips on his once again, he wanted to hear her voice again. Not the voice he last heard that was full of sadness but the voice he loved to listen to whenever he had his nightmares, his insecure nights. The softness in her tone, the way every laugh of hers would sound ethereal to him, the feist in her words whenever they had their battles. Now all those sounds seem to grow deaf to him. It's been a year, a year without her. A rather long year for him. Everyday he had to wake up to a cold bed, no arms wrapped around him, no view for him to enjoy when he opens his eyes. The way your moments were held in the walls surrounding him, every milestone of your relationship cherished in one household. He felt as if it was mocking him, making him remember the happiness your relationship brought him.

Hope that eases the pain

So you remember to miss me

Before, your house was filled with pictures of you two. Now it was empty, a house for one man when it was supposed to be a house for his ever after with her. Where was his savior? Where are the soft melodies she'd sing to him whenever he had his insecurities drag him down? All these moments he can only replay in his mind.

As he opens the door, he remembers the smile that falls on his lips no matter how exhausted he was, ready to see his girlfriend safe and sound in their own house. He'd catch her asleep on the couch with her favorite blanket cuddled up to a stuff toy he won her in a game.

He lets out a tired sigh before stepping in the shower. He closes his eyes, trying to surpass the way his eyes wanted to shed tears at the sight of her without his side. The more he tries to ignore it, the farther she gets from his view. He only remembers the way he raised his voice at her, the tears that ran down her cheek. The hurtful things that left his mouth, he never meant to say.

Unsaid things only to be said to a wall as his chances were slimming down as time passes. The words he wanted to say only being said when he was intoxicated but the person he badly wanted to say it to wasn't there to listen.

Does the trick for all of the things left unsaid

He didn't dare to face his friends, knowing questions and reactions are the only things he's gonna get from them. They'd be the ones to mention your name when they notice your disappearance. Kirishima knows about the split and has made many attempts to get the blonde back on his feet like he used to but every attempt would just end in bottles on the floor and carrying Bakugos intoxicated body back in your old couch.

Kirishimas heart wanted to cry for him.

Whenever your name was mentioned in missions or groups, he'd noticed the sadness that sets in his eyes and expression while he tries to hide it by being his aggressive self. Even as his best friend, there's nothing that he could do when the only solution to Bakugos heart was you.

You tried to ignore the fact that every night for a year you drowned out your emotions by overworking yourself and thinking that by being surrounded by lights and alcohol brought you contentment while you had no clue of what your other half was doing. Like him, you craved nothing more than to be with him.

Some have tried to contact you, you tried to sound believable as possible. Trying to sound like the boy you love was still around you pulling pranks behind you or him randomly wrapping his arms around you.

But you're on the other side of the country.

An offer you couldn't possibly lose, not even letting him know where you were. Him only knowing when the news had caught you fighting off villains in a city he can't just run to when he missed you. You knew that distance never fixed anything but at this point is there anything to be fixed? When laid out in front of you two are broken pieces of your own hearts. Scatted in cities where he remembers you by, scattered in his clothes that fit like a dress on you, scattered in streets making a path for you two to retrace your steps and fix what's happened. Hanging onto memories day by day. Trying to grasp a reality that was too good to be true.

All my demons have your smile

Unlike him, your surroundings were new.

Everything was new. You weren't stuck to suffer in the place where your love blossomed, the new environment insisting you to change but the way you saw couples and kids ticked you off to the very least.

December hasn't been this cold than you remember it. You shed a tear or two whenever you overheard one of the heroes ramble on how excited she was that she was engaged. It would've been 6 years with him by next month and a ring should've been placed in your very hands by now knowing the shared conversations you two had about marriage.

Saddened by the thought of it, you head home changing out of your hero clothes. You sat in the train, your exhaustion getting the best of you as you opened your eyes to see Bakugo sitting in front of you but as you blink he was gone. As the train goes under a tunnel, you look at the window as your memories play like some movie scene. You turn to look at the couples that surrounded you and your mind betrays you thinking of a girl that can make Bakugo happy like you did.

The darkness of the train enabled you to cry. You covered your face in your hands as you let out a sob. As a hero you couldn't care if people saw you like this, everyone had a breaking point. You've had enough of today. You continue to cry as you tighten the grip on your sweater and on the necklace that you wore.

"Who knew you could do things like this?" You teased as he taps your nose. You were set on his lap as he brings out a box. His hand caresses your cheek as he looks at you with love, love and nothing more.

"Shut it, dumbass. Now turn around." You rolled your eyes as you turned around, your back facing his chest. He sits up properly, gently moving your h/c aside as a cold piece of jewelry was placed around your neck. Once it was attached, Bakugo pressed light kisses on your shoulder as he whispers for you to face him. When you did, he smiled.

"You look amazing, Y/N." He says with pink painted cheeks. You blushed at his words your hand playing with the necklace.

"What's this for, Katsuki?" You asked as you intertwined your hands with his. He kisses the back of your hand as he looks at you.

"So you'll always have me."

As you wipe your tears, you felt a buzz in the pocket of your jeans. Picking it up the name "kiri<3" flashes before you. Sniffling a bit, you decided to answer.

"Kirishima? Is everything okay?"

Meanwhile on the other line, Bakugos breath hitched at the sound of you. It was another night where he dragged Kirishima to another bar and drown his feelings. He begged Kirishima to dial your number, just to hear it even if it wasn't meant for him.

"Hey Y/N! Sorry if I called a little later than expected, you doing okay? This is really random and unmanly-"

"Kiri it's fine! I'm fine yeah just heading home. How are you by the way?" Bakugo stays silent as he hears your voice. He missed it so much. He hadn't felt this desperate since you left.

"Well I'm doing fine too, Y/N. Guess I kinda just miss my partner in crime." You smiled at his words, finally feeling relieved after your session of crying.

"I miss you too, Eiji. How-"

"Y/N!" A familiar voice suddenly rushing to your ears as you sit up. It's him. Bakugo tries to steal the phone from Kirishima but Kirishima won't give it to him, thinking it was wrong for Bakugo to talk to you in a state like this.

"Bakugo-" The call ends before you can even say anything else. Kirishima sighs as Bakugo notices the call has ended.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR SHIT HEAD?!"

"WHY CAN'T YOU CALL HER ON YOUR OWN, BAKUGO!" Kirishima shouts. Bakugo is taken aback by his sudden burst of words. Bakugo stays silent as Kirishima puts his phone in the pocket of his jeans.

"If you love her why don't you call her yourself? Make some fucking plans with her, talk it out. You're suffering because you're weak enough to reach out to her. This would've been simple from the beginning when you actually had the balls to talk to her and apologize!"

"If you feels so shitty about Y/N leaving, we're her friends too you know. We also lost her. I always have your back Bakugo, but this time this is your problem." Kirishima leaves your apartment with a sigh of defeat as he glides over your phone number, texting a sorry before he went home. Bakugo had his head hung low, taking in every word he heard.

He's right. He thought.

You had a hand placed on your heart when you heard him. You figured that it didn't end well for Kirishima when the call ended. Your screen flashes before reading the message.

kiri<3: I'm really sorry about that Y/N, but I do miss you. we all do. especially bakugo.

When you were home, your hand traces over the blocked contact of your other half. You smile as you reread your past conversations. But as you hug your pillow shutting the device off, you felt your eyes close remembering the warmth you used to have when he slept beside you.

He came home from a patrol, promising to save as many as he can but ended up saving only half of what he intended to. The cries of people ringing in his ears. He felt low, unworthy, selfish, weak. He couldn't save them, he could've been better. Now he realizes the fear that grows on him that he can't always save you.

"What the fuck did you say, Katsuki?! You don't get to say shit like I'm not a hero like you! We're both fucking exhausted. I'm asking you for one, one day." You shout.

He wasn't as strong as you. He utters words that mean the complete opposite of what he wanted to say, even denying love when he first experienced it. So scared of feeling emotions since the only thing he relied on was himself. He is strong in battles, the thrill giving him life, excitement. This is what he wanted. To live the life of his idols, to surpass them and show them he meant every word when said he wanted to be #1. What he didn't want was a girl who held his heart with strings. Playing with his emotions, discovering the branches of love. Discovering how his world changed when he fell for the girl he could never reach. He didn't want his heart to be fragile. He wanted it to be tough and unbreakable, a barrier around it where no one can see through his sharp demeanor. But there she was. Breaking every barrier with ease. In this moment, his heart made barriers once again.

"I fucking meant it when I said I don't have any time to be with you anymore. I need to work, Y/N! Why cant you get that through your fucking skull" He shouts back, a finger to your forehead pushing you back. Your cheeks were from the anger that sprung to your spirits. Every part of you was aching with anger. Tears spilling from your eyes as he watches you.

"That's all you ever fucking do Katsuki! Do you just purposely forget that I also work hard and here I am asking for one night with my boyfriend and you're pushing me aside like I'm nothing to you!"

"Nothing?! Maybe you just don't fucking understand what I'm saying! I have my own shit to deal with and I can't always drop everything for your needy ass. Do you need me to pat you on the back for being a good hero? You shouldn't even call yourself a hero when I'm the reason you even made it this far, princess." You closed your eyes as your hands turned white from how much you were tightening them.

Y/N, don't believe it. Please. I'm begging you-

"OF COURSE YOU GOT ME HERE! Call me anything you want. Weak, laid back, unworthy, low, insecure, stupid, worthless, have at it but I'm fucking drowning in my own stress, shitty paper work and patrols. I am a hero. You don't get to fucking remove that title from me. While you got me here, you're forgetting all the shit I did for you!"

"The things you did for me? What, like love? That's nothing to me."

Love.

All the smiles you've given him. The moments where you made him realize that if he wasn't the #1 hero, the only thing that mattered him was you. The memories of you with your head on his shoulder enjoying the sunset while he talks about how much he loves you. The feeling of his hands intertwining with yours as you danced in your living room. The moment where he said he'd catch you no matter what. The moments where you would wake up to his kisses on your face. The feeling when you see him safe and sound as you hug him enjoying life when his love surrounded you. The feeling when you imagined yourself marrying the perfect man for you.The promises. Future plans. The kisses. Never ending hugs. 5 years with the person who made you the happiest, who made you determined, who made you feel like you can conquer anything, who made you believe in love even in the toughest ways.

It was all nothing.

You bite your lip as your head hung low. He hears your sobs and it wasn't enough for him to wake up from all this anger. He needed you just as much as you did, but in this moment he didn't realize it. He thought he needed a break, some silence to drown out the cries of the people he had left behind but now he can only hear his heart shattering. Piece by piece. Torn. With every word he says. With every glance he gives you, seeing you so hurt because of him. He bared no meaning to his words and he hopes you can see that he too needed saving but he notices the drop in your tone. Dull eyes, tear stained cheeks, unsteady breathing.

"I just w-wanted to be with you.. t-to be saved. To be saved from this asshole of a man claiming he loves but me pushes me away like dirt. A man who tells me an empty promise of always being there to catch me. Katsuki, was it all really nothing y-you?" He bites his lip before taking a step forward but you step back, life drained out of you. Every color saturated to liveliness was nothing but black and white now. Storms and heavy weather. Tears and broken hearts.

I can't do this.

"I just can't save you anymore." He whispers but you heard it clear as day. You let out the most painful sob as your knees give in, a thud to the floor as you cover your face in your hands. Now the fear in his head of him never saving you, he only faces the truth that he can't save everyone, even you. Your sobs echoed through the house as he turns around to wipe away his tears, a hand to his pained chest. As his back was turned to you, you left to go to your room. He notices your disappearance as he only sits on the couch, knowing the events that were to happen next. You grabbed a bag stuffing in whatever you could as you continued to release your sorrows. When you were finished you took a last good look on your room. The room where every nightmare was comforted with love, the room where secrets were shared, deep fears, everything. You take a deep breath before opening the door. You see him sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.

You both wake up with tears in your eyes as your head weighed a ton, making you grip your pillow with such force, completely unhappy you were greeted this way. You looked up at the mirror to see bags under your eyes, puff cheeks, and a version of you that you despised to see everyday.

Not a single glow of happiness.

You weren't ready to face another tiresome day at the agency but your limbs forced you to knowing it'd be another patrol then by the night some paperwork and then patrolling once again. His words replayed in your mind, still affecting you with how he belittled you as a hero. Sure, you couldn't save millions but you saved hundreds, even if you were on brim of your quirk affecting your mental state, you would still save thousands.

And it pains you that he doesn't even notice how your quirk affects your mental being.

It takes immense focus for you to portray what you needed, and it requires you to be sharp and quick with your mind. Yet, overusing it alters the reality you wanted. Your mind playing a sick game to your overall being, stuck in the darkest part of your mind, leading you the same night that started it all.

But he still wouldn't save you.

Bakugo had his vermilion eyes on the road, as the others discussed on the upcoming mission. He didn't even bother to pay interest on where they were going, more focused on fighting with the villain and finishing the job.

Maybe it was the hundredth time today where he thought about you.

He looks at the beautiful scenery in front of him, and his mind leads him to remember your smile and your features he loved to gaze his eyes on. Now, villains and explosions were the only things that clouded his vision or sometimes the sight of his companions, which didn't really help him.

Then the vehicle comes to a stop, his eyes landing on a store. Seen through the glass was a beautiful dress, painted in her favorite color, with the perfect length and dainty design. He smiles to himself, visualizing how stunning she'd look wearing it, especially seeing her skin looking so bright and healthy under the winter atmosphere.

She'd love that. He says to himself, feeling bittersweet that he wanted to buy it, but who would even wear it? He can't just give it to her without having a conversation. Even if it's been nearly a year, how can he prepare for something he avoided?

He steps out of the vehicle, feeling exhausted thinking about her. He hears his companions talk about splitting up so each hero wouldn't be suspected, he agrees with them, not even bothering to give them a snarky comment. He was too occupied with the thought of you in that splendid dress.

He wonders around the city, hands to his pockets. Especially in his hero costume, he received so many stares from the people. He'd either glare back at them or ignore them completely, but this time he just let them stare for as long as they liked. The only pair of eyes he wanted to land on him was yours, your ever stunning ones.

He remembers the moments where the sun beamed perfectly on your eyes, depicting the color with such grace and beauty. He remembers every memory where your eyes were gateways to your emotions, filled with such genuine and love. It even helped him at times where words weren't needed to express the way he felt. He loved how you managed to read him so easily, like a book she's memorized every page of. Even the slightest change in his tone, you were able to pick it up and soon interrogate him if he was okay.

He watches a couple who had boxes in their hands with smiles evident in their eyes and lips. He watches as the man gestures to help the girl but she declines walking ahead of him, he follows behind the girl making sure the boxes wouldn't fall.

"Katsuki stop!" She shouts with a giggle, he ignores her completely, pushing her slightly to make the boxes fall. She completely looses balance as the boxs fall on the floor. She gasps as she runs to punish the blonde as he quickly puts down the boxes as he runs away from her. You can hear her screaming profanities at the man as the couple runs around outside their house.

Bakugo hides from her, eyeing her from his secret spot. He takes the opportunity when he sees her completely confused he was gone, so he takes you by surprise by slinging you over his shoulders, chuckling at how she threw mild punches at his back.

"Babe! How are we gonna finish moving in our stuff!" She says with a laugh, still trying to beg for him to put her down. He spins around making her laugh even more as he sets her on the ground. The sun beams down on them, her eyes glowing so beautifully under the golden light. His hand reaches her cheeks, squishing it lightly as he smiles at her expression.

"Who said we even needed to finish it today? C'mon. We have the house all to ourselves." Katsuki says, as you sighed giving into him. He smirks to himself as he lifted you off the ground once again, swinging you over his shoulders too easily.

"Baby!"

His eyes wander elsewhere, feeling his chest tightening once again at the memories that resurface upon him.

After a long fight with a villain who kept scarring you with their weapon, your mind was completely going to collapse at any minute. You've been creating bullets and barriers for so long you didn't notice how other objects that you didn't need were suddenly made, dropping behind you. You can feel the throbbing pain of your head as you limped to the town. Random objects still were popping up every minute and it annoyed you how your quirk was out of your grasp.

(TW! Hallucination/Panic attack)

You simply wanted water and some first aid kit to make sure you make it to your agency but when you imagined the bottle of water, you immediately acted like it was created but it wasn't. All the things that you thought you made weren't there and you felt your eyes feel droopy as you let your hand hold onto the wall for support. It was starting to alter your reality, making it worse for you to think straight while your thoughts were all tied in loops from overusing it. Your vision blurring at the sight of people who were walking by.

Your mind was growing more and more explosive as you felt pain surround your head. You let out a scream as you felt every part of your head ache as unnecessary objects were still appearing beside you. This scream alerts the people but they chose not to gather around you, unsure what was happening. They were all muttering questions but this only added to the problem as you started panting, harshly closing your eyes trying to avoid any eye contact from them. You heard a loud shout before your mind completely goes blank, feeling like you were shot. It happened all too fast as you fall to your knees, mind empty and damaged, your system completely failing to support you as a person was seen pushing through the sea of people.

Then, their eyes met.

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drivingbatty · 4 years

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― rory keaner fluff alphabet

i know this is sorta random but what can I say? I love this batty boi💗. I'll probably be doing this with everyone else too! gifs by @bodhirookes

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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

One thing that is certain about Rory is that he’s not the best at saying “no”. So he’s up for whatever you are! Even though he can get a bit antsy he won’t mind spending a quiet day with you and he won’t mind running around town causing mayhem. He’s very neutral is what I’m saying. If he had to pick a favorite though, he loves it when you let him take you flying! He thinks it romantic.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He admires your kindness and patience. Most people (aside from the Gang) would immediately snap at him for bothering them or asking a ”dumb question” but you answer them without much hesitation or annoyance. And he loves you for that

If we're talking physically, he absolutely loves your smile. Just knowing that his favorite person in the whole world is happy makes him 10x as happy! And he makes sure to let you know that. When you’re sad he’ll poke your face or do something stupid to get you to smile.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He's not the best with words so he'll try to cheer you up the best can. Just tell him what you need, and he’s got you. Snacks? He’s already back in 5 seconds with your favorites. More tissues? Bam, he’s brought you a baker’s dozen of boxes because he didn’t know what brand to get. Cuddles? Hell yeah!

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He doesn't have any plans, he just hopes that you two will be together until the day you die. Rory’s an “in the moment” thinker and he plans on being in this teenage honeymoon stage forever. He might turn you though, but only if you're okay with it.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He likes to believe he's the man in the relationship as most teen boys would, but he's hella soft and if you so much as look disapprovingly at him he'll shut up pretty quickly. So yeah, he's pretty passive.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Rory is not very good at holding grudges. So he's very quick to forgive you whenever you have a disagreement, which rarely happens since he's pretty hard to upset. If things ever somehow managed to escalate he'd stay quiet until your done talking to apologize and change the subject. He really hates arguing and wants it to be over as soon as possible.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He thinks about how lucky he is everyday and will never take anything for granted. He's not used to receiving attention (physical or otherwise) so he'll dwell on even the smallest things forever. He just can't believe that you are interested in him.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He might hide his vampire-ism for awhile due to Ethan and Benny, since apparently not everyone finds being with an undead creature of the night appealing. Aside from that he's an open book! He has a tendency to ramble so there will be virtually no secrets between you two.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Congrats, you've just made him even more clingy! Now he's physically incapable of being alone for too long and will seek you out because he misses you :( even if its been like 10 minutes

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Rory doesn't get jealous due to his issues with social cues so he won't overthink any interactions you and someone else may be having. But on the off chance that he does get jealous he'll just get really pouty and try to drag you to do something else.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Rory is pretty inexperienced in the smooching department but he tries his best. His kisses are kinda stiff at first but the more comfortable he gets the warmer they are and the more he seeks them out. Surprise kisses are his personal favorite. He also loves doing the exaggerated 'mwah' sound too, the goof.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Being the wannabe Casanova he is, I feel like he asked you out a million times before you actually said yes. The time you said yes he actually tried to ditch the pick up lines and be sincere about it. I mean, how could you say no that face?

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Eh, he's thought about it. Again he's never really been known to think ahead so it probably doesn't cross his mind all too often. But if he was asked he'd most likely say yes since "That's what people usually do, right?"

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Literally every single one in the book. He's also pretty creative if "spice angel" and "blonde hottie mclovely" is anything to go off of. So you have an endless supply of petnames coming your way. His favorites are probably sweetcheeks, angel face, gum drop, fruit cake, and ragamuffin. He's very corny.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

You're all he will talk about. Ethan and Benny will be tired of it pretty soon. He'll also become more susceptible to his floating quirk whenever you so much as look at him. His head's in the clouds and his heart is full. Impressing you will become a main priority and he will not leave you alone. He's basically a lovesick puppy that follows you around.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Rory is very upfront about it. He's always bragging about you to everyone in the vicinity and he will be damned if someone won't hear about you atleast 5 times that day. He wants people to be jealous. And they should be! He gets to date you and they can't! The poor fools.

As for physical attention, he might be kinda shy to it at first. He's a teen boy and while things like that are exciting, he's also scared of embarrassing himself. So he mostly held your hand everywhere and refused to let go. But once he gets comfortable expect everything to be going your way. Pecks on the mouth, cheek, hugging, hand holding, the whole works! Though he won't do anything to risque like making out or anything.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Oddly enough, Rory is pretty good at reading your face. Or maybe he just worries about you alot. All you know is that any minute that you're not beaming with joy he's already asking what's wrong and if he can help. He just really doesn't want to see you upset so he'll make sure to check up on you when he can.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

All Rory knows about romance are loads of cliches he's seen. He use to play up how bad alot of them were before he was with you, but now? Ho boy, they are his only language. Getting you gifts, saying weird lines, attempting to get dressed up for dates, and getting flowers (he'll do this no matter what gender you are and you can't tell me otherwise). Though he fumbles in the "smooth" part of the romantic gestures, he's really trying.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He believes in you so much its insane! He's literally your biggest fan when it comes to anything.

"You got a test coming up and you're worried about passing? There's no need, babe! You're a genius!"

"You're doing a certain extra curricular or club? Everyone is gonna be jealous of your greatnes. They can't compete!"

Hell, he'll even encourage you in things that sound absolutely terrible.

"Wanna try and eat 5 whole tacos in 1 minute? I'll go set the timer!"

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Being with him is honestly a series of surprises. You never know what you're in for whenever you two meet up. Sometimes you might even get pulled into whatever The Gang™️ want to solve. But you guys have one routine of always having a movie night on Fridays. Cuddling and snack binging ensue.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Even though he's scatter-brained he actually has a pretty great memory, especially when it comes to you. He notices a lot of your ticks due to almost always being around you somehow.

Rory doesn't always get social cues, so some things may fly over his head. But once he understands the situation he totally has your back.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Rory doesn't have . . . a lot of priorities. He has his friends, his mom, and virtually nothing else. So you're pretty high on his list of important things! If he could, he would most likely die for you (although possibly by accident).

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He always visits you in the morning. Since vampires don't need to sleep he's usually already there before you wake up. And he'll be super annoying while trying to wake you up too. Then after you get ready you both go to school together, either by flight or just walking.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Definitely! As I said before, PDA isn't a big problem for him and he's still just as affectionate in private. I'd have to say he prefers kissing but he's honestly up to anything when it comes to you.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He can do pretty fine on his own at first, but he gets pretty bummed after a while. But like, its not like he can't see you. This man got all the way to FLORIDA I doubt he'll let a little bit of distance get in the way of you two.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Again, he would die for you. He'd even commit a felony for you if he had to! Honestly you might need to teach him that he has a choice and that he doesn't have to do everything for you.

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#baby boy. baby.#hes pure fluff and he needs👏more👏content #gonna try and do this with everyone else :)#my babysitter's a vampire #my babysitters a vampire #my babysitters a vampire x reader #rory keaner #rory keaner x reader #fluff alphabet

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gabrieldrawsstuff · 4 years

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Aight fellas, I'm doing a list of canon descriptions of dw characters for future reference, might do a second part with more minor characters

SPOILER ALERT OBV

STRANGER

-THE JOURNAL : "Somehow I'm wearing a coat, so I must've changed my clothes on my way here. I don't recognize myself anymore. I can barely hold this pencil. Has my body changed?"

-DOCTOR : "I see you haven't regained your speech. You need to find another doctor."

-SNAIL : "Your face... What happened to you?

The snail's jaw falls so low, it almost detaches itself from the rest of the body.

You scared me... You barely resemble a human... You should cover yourself..."

SNAIL : "You're so ugly, I feel like puking... You barely resemble a human being..."

THE CRIPPLE : "You, lad. You've got your hands and legs. Strong arms. I beg you!"

MAMA ELEPHANT : "Can't you speak? Did someone take away your voice?"

MAMA ELEPHANT : "Your gob looks like that because of this fiendish air, do you know? I bet you can't speak, because you didn't keep your mouth shut when walking through the woods."

MAMA ELEPHANT : "(...) I know you want something, you leper demon."

MUSHROOM GRANNY : "(...) But you're young and strong."

CHICKEN LADY : "Whaddaya need, poor soul? Hungry, eh? I'd give ya some stew, but what good will it do?"

(I think in polish version it was closer to 'how will you eat it' although I can't be sure)

MIRROR : "You are one ugly bastard. I guess you got what you deserved."

MUSICIAN : "This is our doctor, yes? He is just as brave and good as you are!"

MUSICIAN : "You're not af-fraid of anything!"

WOLFMAN : "Even from afar I can smell your putrid stench. Be glad I don't have an appetite for carcasses, Meat"

WOLFMAN : (after the church dream sequence) "Meat, what's with the big eyes? Hehe... Scared?"

WOLFMAN : (when you nod to a question if you're making a joke of him) "You're a brave piece of meat... and what's more important, one with a sense of humor.

WOLFMAN : "Are you pretending to be human, or are you just cracking jokes?"

WOLFMAN : "You look tired, Meat. Busy night?"

WOLFMAN : "Have fun, Meat... Just remember to hide that disaster of a face or it's no dancing for you"

WOLFMAN : (when you spare the sow) "My heart sings with joy when I see such selfless kindness. Tell me the truth, Meat. It was you, wasn't it?"

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TRADER

-A man, roughly my size, is standing before me.

I can barely make out his disturbingly familiar features through the matte visor of his helmet...

The massive helmet is covered with an old sack and seems to be an integral part of the unnaturally pale body.

-The man reaches out to me with his black hand. It's covered in charcoal... There's something written on his worn, woolen glove.

-Visibly struggling, the man drops the sack from his back and bends in half, as if out of breath. He shakes the dust off his clothes, then rolls up the sleeve of his, seemingly too small, jacket.

-The old sack covering his body slides down, revealing his chest, covered in horrid growths. It is fused with a porous helmet, pulsating to the rhythm of his breath.

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WOLFMAN

THE JOURNAL: "If I'm not delusional, the man whom I met... had the head of a wolf."

FIRST ENCOUNTER: The figure hides its face under the hood. It smells of wet soil and fur.

WOLFMAN: "(...)I barely believe my beautiful eyes... (...) The Wolf smiles, revealing a row of sharp teeth.

AT BARN RUINS: The Wolf makes a quick leap and, bouncing against me with his swollen belly, he puts his paws on my shoulders. He ostentatiously licks his face. (...)

-I notice fresh bloodstains on his fur and feel streaks of his saliva dripping onto my coat.

-The Wolf takes two steps back. I can only see a row of filthy, sharp teeth underneath his hood.

-The Wolf squeezes my arms and starts licking my face. Once from the left side, once from the right side. (...) His breath stinks of rot.

WOLFMAN: "Thanks to you I feel fulfilled! I got my girl, my sweet little lady back."

-Suddenly the Wolf sends me back with a powerful push and reaches into his coat pocket.

WOLFMAN: "(...) and then nothing wil keep you from getting the fuck out of my part of the woods! Do you get me, Meat? You will pack your bags, dive into that stinking hole of yours and dissa-fucking-pear!"

-Finally he snorts, his thick, yellow spit landing on the photo.

-The Wolf grabs the box and starts sniffing it from every angle. I could swear I've heard his tail moving under his coat.

WOLFMAN: "And what am I supposed to do with it? Bite it until it opens? Your brain must be rotting if you think I will break my fangs for this shit."

WOLFMAN: "An electronic game, eh? About a wolf stealing chicken eggs... hehehe. Good one!I've a soft spot for games, how about you?"

-As I produce the key, the Wolf's pupils widen with excitement.

WOLFMAN: (about villagers) "Those selfish, deceitful wretches! They think they're superior, because they have human gobs. They treat us like lepers! But you know what? Fuck them. We're buddies, aren't we? And them? They deserve to be punished, Meat..."

-The Wolf pierces me with his look and grins. A string of saliva lands on his hole-riddled jacket.

-The Wolf puts his paw on me. I can feel his claws puncturing my skin.

WOLFMAN: (about piotrek) "Meat! Fucking hell, seen that? Hahaha! Seen that? Hahaha! Off he flew, didn't he? OFF HE FUCKED!!! Hahahaha!"

WOLFMAN: "If you wish to spend some more quality time basking in the striking, yet natural beauty of my features before you head off to the Silent Forest, you will find me in my camp in the Dry Meadow."

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DOCTOR

THE JOURNAL: "What I do know is that the insane fucker took my key. My only chance to get out of the woods. He also tore out all the pages from my journal."

THE JOURNAL: "The doctor has escaped. So be it. He would only be a hindrance anyway."

CHICKEN LADY: "My sisters! Where did ya find it? It's all that godless quack's fault - devil brought him! All he did was prescribe this and that, scribble this no-good drivel! To hell with them papers!"

-I can feel the doctor's cold hand grab me by the jaw, (...)

-He removes his dirty glasses with a trembling hand and freezes.

DOCTOR: "First they begged for help, now I need to hide from them! I'm just an ordinary doctor! How the fuck was I supposed to help them?! How?!"

-With shaking hands, he reaches for the cigarrete butt between his yellow teeth.

DOCTOR: "I used to come here to treat people. I pulled out kids' milk teeth, delivered babies... (...) Last time I came here was three or four years ago. Then the trees blocked the path."

-The Doctor is visibly pleased with himself and his theory. His hands are no longer trembling. He produces a hand-rolled cigarette and lights it.

DOCTOR: "(...) I have no idea where it leads. I'm a shitty diver. (...)"

-The Doctor stares right into my eyes. Mud drips from his face. He hasn't blinked in over a minute.

- (...)His glasses are so dirty, I barely see the eyes hiding underneath.

-A chunk of mud falls down on his exposed tongue. He chews it slowly and swallows with satisfaction.

-The Doctor puts the muddy hand into his mouth, grimaces and pulls out a yellow tooth. He puts it into the pocket of his torn trousers. The tooth falls through a hole. He does not notice this...

-Slowly he bends down and grabs a thick branch from the ground. He starts biting the bark off of it. He swallows the bark with an effort, but also great satisfaction. He places the stick among other ones sticking out of his mud-covered head.

WOLFMAN: "Well, well. I know this quack. A nonentity, a third-rate witch doctor. Useless fucking clunker... But he still managed to screw you over with that key. Eh, comrade?"

MUSICIAN: "This is our doctor, yes? He is just as brave and good as you are! He helped me. He is helping all of us! He gave me this beautiful mask, so I could be healed of my afllictions. Maybe you could have one too..."

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MUSICIAN

THE JOURNAL: "I met a boy in the village. He told me that the "Chicken Lady" keeps the "Pretty Lady" locked in her house. The boy really wants to see her, but the old woman won't allow it."

THE JOURNAL: "I decided to give the key to Chicken Lady's room to the little boy. He thanked me and asked me to bring him his mom's violin (it's hidden behind the wardrobe). He's afraid to go himself, as his parents are supposedly angry with him."

THE JOURNAL: "The boy sure was happy to see the new violin. (...)The kid also told me I should visit him in his parent's home someday."

CHICKEN LADY: (after musician's death) "Maybe it's just that me ears are getting worse, but it's been a while since I've heard that monster outside me windows..."

CHICKEN LADY: "Holy Mother, this creep again! May the devil take him and his blasted violin!"

MUSICIAN: "The Pretty Lady? S-she's... the most beautiful lady in the w-world! I w-watch her through the cracks in the window. S-she ch-changes when I watch her... g-gets more beautiful. I p-play for her... I want her to be h-happy..."

MUSICIAN: "I fished out the Pretty Lady's w-wreath from the river! (...)Oh yes, I will become the Pretty L-lady's husband! We w-will walk hand in hand, s-sir. I will play for her, mister s-sir."

-A skinny little hand emerges from beneath the tractor and grabs me by the ankle.

MUSICIAN: "They will not l-listen to me, they w-won't hear how sad I am, sir..."

-One of the strings securing his mask falls off, together with his ear. The boy reattaches it as if nothing happened.

MUSICIAN: "My m-mom has this beautiful violin! I would ask her to b-borrow it to me, but she's too angry with me... Could you p-please c-convince her to b-borrow it to me? I'll g-give you a card with drawings for her. To apologize."

-The boy turns the game in his hand for a while, but he can't find a way to reach the buttons with his overgrown fingers. The game slips out of his hand and drops to the ground. The wannabe musician freezes.

MUSICIAN: "(...) maybe you could take a wee piece of... m-meat for me? I've never eaten a pig and I've h-heard it's very tasty! W-would you take s-some for me?"

-The boy sniffles and rubs the mask with his deformed hand.

-From beneath the mask you can hear a horribly distorted, resounding voice... of a child?

-The figure tries to turn its head, but its enormous neck makes this task impossible to complete.

MUSICIAN: "P-please let me stay. P-please, don't chase me off. I've got nowhere to... go. The villagers don't a-a-allow me to live in the camp. I p-p-promise I won't p-play anymore! I'll be quiet. You can c-cover me with something, if you don't w-want to look at m-me..."

MUSICIAN: (after gifting you a rat) "(...) I mean, she jumped on my hand and s-started nibbling on my f-finger! I quickly clasped my h-hand and b-bit through its neck!"

-The corners of the boy's mouth turn up in a grotesque smile, exposing rows of overgrown teeth, which even his mask couldn't hide.

-The boy clumsily grabs the ball in his hand. He carefully hides it under his legs, so that it doesn't roll away.

MUSICIAN: "S-sorry! I didn't want to! T-this thing is coming out of m-my body. I... I tried to stop it, but I don't think I can... N-now the whole room is covered with... this. I didn't want to make a mess, I s-swear! Please, don't t-throw me a-away!"

-The boy leans over the violin lying next to his overgrown left hand. He plucks one of the strings with his right hand, clumsily trying to keep the rhythm.

MUSICIAN: "Recently, I've grown quite a bit. My mom always used to say that I need to be b-big and s-strong... to help her out in the field..."

The boy tries to hug his frail knees with the disproportionately massive torso.

"But I... I don't want to be big anymore. It's v-very hard being big. You need to be so... so strong! To even walk.Now my v-violin is... too s-small for me!"

vvvvv

#darkwood protagonist #darkwood wolfman #darkwood trader #darkwood stranger #darkwood #darkwood musician #darkwood doctor

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twopoppies · 3 years

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Hi Gina

So it's morning in our country, just woke up but I really hope your inbox isn't too full by the time you wake up so that you can read this.

Had

The

Weirdest

Dream

Eveeeeeeerrrr!!!

Okay not that weird maybe but I literally dreamt up a fic😂😂😂

Like it was playing visually in my head.

Okay, so, it started with a background story. About how all of humanity used to be A/B/O. With A's and O's being more than betas. But then without like, any explanation, the A and O genes started receding and eventually became dormant. Like it was there, the scientists could see it and stuff when they conducted tests but it wasn't active. They chalked it up to evolution and that was that.

Years passed but something else happened.

So and this is where it gets weird, a virus breaks out. And for some reason, it's like super dangerous to anyone who's a carrier of the A/O gene. They start dying like flies.

So like investigations were being carried out coz, people were dying now. There was apparently an informer working with the investigators. And the agents found an organization called "the fade".

And the way they found this out is, the informer directed them to some abandoned lab. And when they went there, there were a few documents with scattered information about like, what the fade was and their mission.

So the fade was a group of like really smart and clever omegas and a few Alphas who were tired of certain aspects of their genetics. Heats, ruts and all that jazz. So essentially they wanted to like turn everyone into betas.

And they figured it out. They created a chemical that was completely safe, and could dissolve in water with no trace. And the chemical forced the A and O genes to stay Dormant. So it was distributed all over the world. And I mean everywhere and mixed in with the water systems.

The plan went smoothly and the fade was happy with their success. The genes were dormant. So this was around 1998 to like early 2000s.

Even the kids being born from A's and O's had dormant genes but the fade didn't disband just incase.

So twenty years later, there's reports of kids who didn't actually ingest the gene, the ones that were born dormant, let's call the second generation carriers, these kids some of their genes were activating.

This is when H and L came into the story. H was an A carrier and L was an O carrier. (sorry I still can't believe this was real.)

So the fade, decides to kidnap some SGCs to figure out what's happening. They can't figure it out and the leader of the fade is freaking out. So what does she do? Remember the virus?

She convinces the other fade members to like kill off all omega and Alpha gene carriers so that they can get rid of the gene. They created a virus that's harmless to betas, causes a slight flu and a headache at most but completely eviscerates A and O gene carriers

But they're carriers too so are they going to kill themselves? No. They have the kidnapped SGCs so they decide they'll use them as lab rats so that they can figure out a drug that will wipe out the gene without killing the carrier.

L and H are there but so is Ls sister. For some reason she was really pissed at L. Like she acted like he was the worst person alive but I don't know why. She was also best friends with Harry

So L, H and the sister (can't remember her name) watch while all their friends are murdered and permanently messed up coz of all the drugs they're testing on them. Ls sister was there with her husband and eventually he was chosen for tests.

Every time he came back from testing he'd look so sick and demoralized. Then one day he didn't come back. And they all knew what that meant.

Ls sister was devastated. And when L saw that. He didn't want it to be him coz he and H were getting close and obviously he didn't want to lose his sister.

So they ran away.

Okay this is where I know I was dreaming but I don't know if you've watched the Maze runner movies but it was exactly the same to the way they escaped in the second movie lol.

So they hide out in a forest. Coz obviously the fade lab isn't in the open. And Ls sister spends the whole night crying into Ls chest, even in her sleep coz she can't stop imagining how her husband must have died.

And H and L stay awake all night watching over her. Then H says sth weird. He tells L he can smell him. And L is like yeah no shit I'm muddy and sweaty and H is like no you smell like pinecones and L is like stop being silly we're in a fucking forests so then H says I can hear your heart beat and you smell really sad and so does your sister.

So then Lou finally realizes what's happening and says shit H, your gene's been activated...

And then I woke up 😩😩😩😩

Ugh Lemme tell you the effort I put into not waking up felt like I was actively forcing my heart not to beat 😭😭

I really tried and now I'll never know how it ends. Coz theres still that synthetic virus the fade let out and what if L or h or Ls sister gets it and what if the fade captures them or what if Ls gene activates, or doesn't.

Ugh.

Ok... this was an incredibly detailed dream. LOL! And yes! I totally thought that it sounded a bit like The Maze Runner in the beginning, too. It’s actually a great fic idea. If you’re not a writer, someone else should definitely write it!

#larry fic prompt #1d dreams

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lousimusician · 6 years

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Oblivious

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter had fallen hopelessly in love with you, but you were to oblivious to realize it

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Peter Parker had a problem.

A big problem.

Somehow amongst all the craziness of becoming Spider-Man and the insane events that took place during homecoming. Peter had fallen crazy in love with his best friend.

He didn't know how it happened. He was so busy with being Spider-Man and when he wasn't he was doing homework or daydreaming about Liz. But once she had moved away and his duties as Spider-Man had calmed down he found himself hopelessly in love with you.

But he couldn't do anything about it.

Because you were his best friend.

And he didn't need to be a mind reader to know you only saw him as a friend and nothing more because of a little problem named...

"Jason," you sighed dreamily. Which recieved an eyeroll from MJ, who sat across from you at lunch. "I think he's probably the smartest and handsomest guy I've ever met."

"I don't think he's that great." Peter muttered.

"Oh please, you've been saying that for like months now." You rolled your eyes, "I supported your crush on Liz remember." You said poking him in the side.

Peter flinched and lightly pushed your hand away, "Yeah, I remember." He grumbled.

"Someone's grumpy. C'mon lighten up, you're my best friend, your opinion matters."

Peter felt a stab at the word friend, and struggled to put a smile on his face. Ned, knowing about his crush on you, noticed his discomfort and tried to pull your attention away from him.

"I thought I was your best friend." Ned asked 'offended'.

You laughed, "You and MJ are my best friends too, but Peter's basically family at this point."

Ouch. You just confirmed his worst nightmare. He had actually passed the friend zone.

Your words even caused MJ (Who obviously knew too) to glance at Peter to catch his reaction.

Peter put on a fake smile that he had learned to perfect after months of practicing and said, "You're right, sorry, you and Jason would be g-great together."

Peter's heart skipped a beat at the wide smile on your face, "Good because I've got some news." Peter noticed a blush rise to your cheeks. "Jason actually asked me out and we're going on a date next week."

"What!?" Peter practically yelled, causing a few people to glance back at your table.

"Whoa, calm down Pete." You looked at him in surprise, "Are you okay?"

"Ye-Yeah, I'm great, c-couldn't be better. So you're going out with Jason now. Everythings great, y-you're dating, g-great- and I, it's getting hot in here-I'm just- I think I'm gonna go now." Peter quickly rushed out of the cafeteria after grabbing his things.

"Oookay, that was like really weird, right?" You asked Ned and MJ.

"That kid is the definition of weird." MJ replied.

"I think I'm gonna go after him, I'll see you guys later." Ned rushed out following after Peter.

MJ put her bookmark in her book before closing it, "I'm gonna go too, I need to talk to Mr. Harrington. And by the way, you're the definition of oblivious." She said strolling out of lunch.

'Okay... what?'

Peter had ran out of the cafeteria and into the bathroom which was thankfully empty. A few minutes later though, the door had opened and Ned walked in.

"Hey man, are you okay?" Ned asked as he looked at Peter who was leaning against the bathroom wall.

"No... It's just- why did it have to be Jason? I can't believe I thought that she might've liked me back, even if it was just a little bit."

"She still could, before you started liking her you just thought about her as a friend."

"Yeah, but she thinks of me as family, Ned."

"Maybe you should tell her how you feel."

"What! No, of course no-" Peter was cut off by the bell. "I'm just gonna go to class." Peter mumbled and walked out the door.

The day continued on but Peter was actively avoiding you and it was really starting to piss you off. You knew something was clearly wrong and it annoyed you that he wasn't saying what it was. One of the points of having friends is to be able to tell them why your upset.

You had continued to try to get his attention but once the final bell rang he was no where to be seen. Sighing, you walked home and texted him.

Then you texted him again.

And again.

But still no response.

It was now 6:00 as you stared down at your phone, you had left 22 messages for Peter and he left you on read.

That was your breaking point. You grabbed your coat and left your apartment and headed towards his. After the 15 minute walk you finally reached his place and knocked on Peter's door, anxiously waiting for it to open. It was then swung open by Peter himself but once he saw you he went to close it, but you shoved your foot between the door and the door frame.

"No, let me talk to you Peter."

A pained expression crossed Peter's face, "...Fine." He opened the door wider allowing you to get through.

You walked in and shut the door behind you, "Okay, what's your problem. You've been acting weird for months now and you were completely insane today. Why have you been avoiding me?"

Peter contemplated on how to answer the question, before he just shrugged, walking away to sit on the couch.

You followed after and stood in front of him, "Peter that's not an answer, seriously, you're my best friend just tell me what's wrong."

Peter bit his lip, "...I just... You don't understand."

"Yes, so help me understand. Ever since Liz moved you started following me like a lost puppy so I just thought it was because you were sad or something, and of course I didn't mind so I just let it happen. But then you started getting impatient and annoyed with me everytime I.." You furrowed your eyebrows, beginning to make sense of everything. "Everytime I talked about Jason..." You slowed down, the pieces finally falling into place. "And then...today you freaked out after I told you about my date...Peter?" You looked up and found him staring at you with puppy eyes, silently begging for you to figure it out. "Do you..Do you l-like me?" You sat down on the couch in disbelief. He averted his gaze and stared down at his hands. His silence confirmed everything. "Oh Pete."

Peter inwardly cringed at the pity in your voice and felt his eyes beginning to water. He sniffled and you felt your heart breaking at the sight. You moved closer to him, "Peter, I love you so so much, but... w-we're fri-"

Peter shook his head, "Please don't say that word. I'm- I'm tired of hearing that word over and over again" Peter's voice cracked as the tears began to blur his vision. "I-I love being your friend and I still want us to be friends, b-but I h-hate being reminded that we c-can never be anything m-more."

You tentatively put your hand on his shoulder and felt him relax very slightly. All he wanted to do was cry with his best friend but what do you do when you're crying because of your best friend. You felt your own tears beginning to build and you put your arm around him. He finally broke and pulled you closer, he buried his face in the crook of your neck and you felt his hot tears on your skin as he sobbed. You ran your fingers in his hair, attempting to calm him down. You started crying with him.

He knew that you had just rejected him but it still felt so right to be with you. Peter hated it. He hated how much he cared and loved you right now. Of course the hate and pain would fade, but right now he just wanted to wallow in it.

"I-it's not f-fair." Peter croaked.

"I know Peter, I know."

But did you? Did you understand the pain of falling in love with your best friend, knowing they'd never feel the same. He would continue to see you and hang out with you and share the same inside jokes you've both been telling since you were in middle school.

Peter cried while you held him, eventually you both laid down and he fell asleep. Nothing mattered anymore except for Peter. Jason and your date next week stopped to matter all together. You've seen Peter upset before, but you were always able to make him feel better. But now, you didn't know how to fix this.

Your head was resting on a pillow that was against the arm of the couch and you began thinking about all the obvious signs that Peter liked you as you played with his hair. Of course he liked you all the stares you caught, all the times where he sat next to you instead of Ned or MJ, his blushing face and stuttering words. He was head over heels and you couldn't get it through your thick skull.

You really were the definition of oblivious.

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Because I'm a baby when it comes to angst, there will be a second part.

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x you #spiderman x reader #spider man: homecoming #spiderman #avengers x you #avengers x y/n #avengers #marvel #angst

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itslemmonnyfresh-fr · 5 years

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One of my favorite (and only) lore dragons

Here it is: (long post)

H A T C H L I N G H O O D

From the day she hatched, Oracle knew that she was very different. She opened her eyes, and then opened her eyes, and then opened her eyes, and then opened her eyes. She could tell from the absolute shocked expressions of her parents and siblings that they adored her so much they were happily surprised! She could see clear as day with her primary eyes, make out every small detail of the trees, of her parents, but her other eyes felt cloudy and were blurry, and she stumbled shakily to her feet, uncertainly holding her pearl. Nobody came to help her. "They're in a state of shock because they think I'm great!" she thought. Her eyes blinked. A shiver soared up through her body, and she barely caught herself from falling over. She heard a female's ear-piercing shriek. "Maybe she saw me almost fall over and is coming to help," she mused, and waited expectantly. Nothing. She stared with a searching expression at the gathered dragons, and made them collectively jump. What was wrong with them? Why were they so on edge? She took a step forward, and the entire crowd stepped back. She read fear on their faces. Her secondary eyes snapped into focus, and she felt her primary eyes cloud over as they told her a story. She watched as her parents and siblings yelled insults at her, stayed far away from her, secluded her inside the den as the other dragons lived their lives. She was lonely and cold and knew that she was days away from exile. She saw no compassion in any of their souls. She felt the vision drain from her, the memory staying stark in her head. As the tension left, the crowd had moved far away, and they were cowering, she could tell. She realized she could see now, through her secondary eyes too. She quickly added three layers to her pearl. She could read true intentions, the color of souls. She could predict what was to be. She had a power that they didn't understand. She could now see everything.

Her hatchling years went exactly how her secondary eyes predicted that first day. Her family had a knack for being weirdly bright and having liquid slosh in their bellies and having startlingly white eyes and acted nothing like any other Pearlcatchers she had seen, and yet despite fitting the family criteria perfectly and with an extra quirk, the level of fear they showed was strange and off-putting. She became colder and more distant. If they were going to ignore her, she would do the same. Their feelings radiated through her, and she willed her secondary eyes to shut. It was something she hadn't yet learned, and she was miserable. The day of exile came, and one other female, her only sister Ruru, was chosen to leave. Her parents were stone-faced. She marched straight out of her den with her head held high and a smile on her face. Her sister stayed far behind, revealing to Oracle's secondary eyes terror, misery, and a deep, profound sadness and rage projected straight at her. Ruru realized the eyes were trained on her and gave them their best glare. Oracle's vision went completely red. Her body seized and she fell to the ground as a vision took her. She had to learn how to control it. This time, playing out around her, she saw a warm, high-ceilinged cave, run by a frantic spiral with her family's piercing cold white eyes, but affection shone in them and his soul was a soft warming pink. She saw multiple rooms, all packed with hatchlings, some adolescent dragons, and watched as respectable clan leaders and strange, brightly colored jokers alike ushered in to choose a new dragon to care for and raise. The spiral welcomed them with open arms and led them past plaques on the wall of the hatchlings that had found homes. She frantically ran her eyes over them, looking for any with her affiliation, and to her dismay but not surprise, there were little to none. She felt her secondary eyes glare and knew it was directed inwards, at herself. She was unique. There were other dragons in there that were also unique, were also shunned by their families because of it. Whoever chose her would get a bona fide original. Her muscles relaxed, and she slowly gained consciousness. Her sister was surprisingly still there, watching, an unidentifiable expression on her face. Unidentifiable... Oracle stared hard at her. Nothing. With a jolt she realized that her secondary eyes had clouded over, finally! She leaped to her feet and started walking. She began taking in details of just the landscape, feeling slightly strange but comfortably isolated, not caring whether or not her sister was following. She started to see the beauty of her world, started taking small leaves and flowers and berries on her way. It felt like a long, easy lifetime, following her instincts to the cave, learning what other dragons could experience. Finally, as twilight settled in, they saw an entrance in the side of the hill. The sign read "Forsaken Cave Nursery".

She trooped in, tired from the long journey, but her senses immediately came alive as she relived her vision. It all brought back a strange relaxed comfort to her, and she stood patiently at attention for the spiral, revitalized with the feeling of warmth and familiarity. Her sister was wearily collapsed on the floor next to her. "Oh dear!" came a voice from another room. Did your parents leave you here?" He flitted out at the speed of light, exactly how she remembered him. She squinted jokingly. "We walked. We hoped you were expecting us." He stared at her with surprise, and she laughed from deep within her belly, eyes filled with glee. "You're certainly a special one!" He piped, shaking off his unease. "You're not wrong, I just expected-" he peered into the darkness- "your parents to bring you! So you didn't get eaten...or mauled..." A pause. "Anyway, right this way! Here are the hatchlings that we've rehomed, as you can see, there are a lot of them! We're number one for reliability and pretty hatchlings for clans to take in! Almost all of them are well loved and still around, but a few did go to serve their deity." He waited for them to take it in. Oracle took a second to pause, pretended to scan them over, and smiled. "I can't wait." The spiral grinned. "Let's go positive attitude!" He intoned. He led them past many of the other hatchling rooms, and then finally to their own. "This is where you'll stay! More hatchlings will have this room too, and you'll be assigned a caretaker, but for now, rest. We'll see you in the morning!" He turned, looked back at them one more time in the darkness and Oracle saw love flash across his face. He then closed the door, leaving them in dark silence, leading them to sleep.

The next few days went quickly. She loved her caretaker, and none of the hatchlings she roomed with seemed offput by her. They even started asking her to read their future. She was absolutely thrilled, and had begun learning how to be in the shoes of other dragons, and tell what was to be. They also took an admiration to her small collectables, tokens of where she'd been and what she'd done. She hung a shelf of them above her nest, to remind her of the stunningly bright future. As the hatchlings were chosen, they'd leave her something of theirs for her to hang on her shelf and remember forever. This went on for a while, until a rather fearsome Guardian came to the nursery. Fire danced around her, and a living creature of lava followed at a safe distance. Her face looked lightly singed, and she talked in a deep growl. "The clan needs more dragons," she snarled. "We're puny." Of course, Oracle had already predicted this moment, and focused her full many-eyed gaze on the intimidating figure, unblinking. The Spiral, whose name she could never quite remember, picked up on this cue. "Right this way, Ma'am! I have just the dragon!" The door opened with a click. She instantly saw the rush of emotion coming off the guardian in waves: terror, intregue, curiosity, surprise, and glee. Perfect. "I want her," The dragon announced, "as soon as possible." The head caretaker piped up. "Well, you can have her now!"

The guardian, Linntigg, smiled broadly.

"Sold."

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(Hmu for a pwyw writing lol, under creative corner > Grandma Mud's PWYW Lore Emporium)

#fr #lore #please gimme a little treasure lol #flight rising

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