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kth1 · 4 years

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Get Jinxed [MYG]

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Get Jinxed [Yoongi x Reader] ⟶ Credit: @kimtaehyunq ⟶ Genre: Angst | Smut | 21+ | Cyberpunk AU | One Shot ⟶ Warnings: pwp, sorta old lovers to enemies to lovers, cocky yoongi, mentions of weapons, criminal activities, hopeless romantic OC, rough sex, over simulation, multi-orgasms, public indecency, unprotected, creampie, etc, ⟶ WC: 4.7k+ ⟶ Summary: A rouge ex officer of the law - Yoongi - has twisted his ways into causing mayhem across towns. You are the high and mighty officer who seeks revenge on Yoongi’s ways; considering that he not only turned against the city in which he grew up in, striping all chances of reforming himself, he also stole your heart. ⟶ Teaser: “He hushes you with a hand, his teeth nipping eagerly around your clavicles. “Shh,” he warns with a devilish glint, “We’re in public, Y/n.” He chuckles, mouth coming back to kiss against your jaw.” ⟶ Beta Reader: Thank you so so so very much for taking on this task very very very last minute @chillingtae I am so thankful for you to accept this role, and thank you for helping me through this fic! I owe you! ♡ ⟶ Author’s note: Written for @houseofddaeng‘s Agust D Anniversary Event. Was my first time touching elements of a cyberpunk!au.

Rain casts a veil over your sight as you stare deeply into the silhouette across the murky alleyway; the figure before you surveys the one-of-a-kind hextech rifle aiming right at their head. Glistening neon lights flood your peripherals, puddles reflecting fractions of radiance between the cracks of the split bricks under your very feet. The chill of cold water drenches your attire, even the cap resting on your head leaks streams down the sides of your face.

“How could you!” You choked out between your teeth; loud enough over the pounding rain, loud enough to cut the man in front of you as if your words are daggers.

The rifle that deemed you the best shot in the city has no comparison to your superior intellect. Your wits earned you the way through the rankings and nobody, no criminal or lawbreaker were foolish enough to cross your path. You are known as Vopamis City’s finest peacekeeper and your oath is embedded deep within your family roots.

You’re the sheriff of a thriving, escalating city where art, craftsmanship, trade, and metamorphosis were built and centered from. Vopamis is and forever will be a reinventing city where dreams are lived to the fullest extent and treasures are found around every corner. It sits on top of the distrusted city of Tapos, an undercity district – which used to be once united but now no more – buried deep within canyons weaved below.

You press your words and force the air to pass through your clutching windpipe, “Fuckin’ answer me you son of a bitch!”

The figure sighs with a step forward, rolling their head out of annoyance but once their eyes meet yours in the light you knew all breath escaped your chest.

“Hi, Y/n.”

The dangerous bright orange hair stands out like no other, just like the cocky grin that emits the same tone as his two-toned eyes does. One is dull brown with crystalized specks of white, the other a piercing topaz yellow; a hard contrast between his natural dark pupil – all of which made those eyes captivating.

You fear this moment every day ever since that terrible day. It haunts you; it scares you; it hurts you. Yet here you are, face to face with the man who solemnly swept the valuable, rich rug right out from under you and ran with it. With betrayal and pain coursing through your veins you sought out his existence every single day to get revenge on the one person you thought you truly once loved.

With your rifle adjusted point blank, with the help of the glowing red laser to the center of his forehead, you show no signs of backing down from your stance. The rain beats heavily though your heart pounds harder inside your chest.

He looks just how you remember him; black under-cut still very much unkempt, a piercing jabbed through one eyebrow and two into the cartilage on the same side of his nose. His oversized cryptic jacket hides his frame well, decorated in all sorts of patches, widgets, and spikes that have their own metallic shine to them. You swear you see the edgings of tattoos creeping up the sides of his neck, exactly how you recall them.

Those unforgiving thick soled boots kick up the water around his steps as he inches out of the shadows, “It’s been a while.”

You ignore him just like he ignores your first sentence, “How could you do this?!”

He shrugs with amusement dressing his face, “Why ask me questions you already have answers to, Y/n?”

With glares meeting another in a standoff stare he halts his walk five feet in front of you. Unphased by the downpour of smogged twilight rain, you twist your finger around the trigger of your trusty gun. “You stole for the black markets, betrayed your city and me, ran off to the unstable technologies and reckless constructions of the polluted and gangrenous Tapos. Why!?”

“You seem to be a bit vindictive.” He snickers, swiping a hand through his soaked locks. “I was bored.”

Bored.

Your grip tightens around your rifle, you can’t tell if you are shaking from the cold of the rain or the anger raging throughout your body. His words made your heart sink to the pit of your stomach.. “Yoongi!” You hiss with a harsh tone, blood boiling under your very skin.

He steps again, hand clutching the barrel of your gun and aligning the end against his forehead. Yoongi looks at you with teasing eyes and a wide, wirily smile. He is testing you - taunting you. “I know you won’t do it. You won’t pull the trigger.” That blunt topaz eye drills back into yours, enticing and enchanting all at once. “How many times have you seen me in the streets? Stealing from this filthy, pathetic excuse of a renowned city? How many times did you watch me walk by doing whatever I damn well please? Why are you stopping me now? What changed?”

To what you believe you are holding out strong, insisting you have the upper hand and all control. But you are frozen, unpredictably iced in place from where you stand. Only to stare back at the man that your heart swells and aches for. Yoongi doesn’t wait for you to answer as he already knows every single move and step you have going for you.

“It’s only been two months.” He states with a soft smile, lowering and pushing aside the gun in your grasp. “One of the most determined and skilled investigators of all Vopamis. Filled with ferocity and a strong sense of justice and resolution. Falls right into the footsteps of each and every one of your family members. They reinforced their ideals of right and wrong on you so much that it’s practically branded across your forehead.”

Yoongi spits to the side, tilting his head to watch your face with all his rambling. He has proven himself in such a small-time frame of how impulsive he can be, going from a trusted high ranked officer of the law to a merciful criminal who now wreaks havoc without care. Buildings burn in his name as he always made sure to leave a massive trail of mayhem and panic in his wake, never seized to end his rampage with the biggest explosions – which soon became his signature.

You loved him ever since the day you two joined the academy together. Yoongi excelled in everything from hextech inventions to architectural research. Vopamis has become a magnet for the most skilled craftsmen from all over the world and the more restricted and dangerous ones fell into the toxic runoff of Tapos. Now, Yoongi’s schemes have inspired copycat crimes among the chem-punks, a movement in which he predicted after labeling righteous wordings on structures throughout both cities. Some followers have blindly followed his persona named ‘X’. In a crafty way each successful heist has a small piece left for the police to find; a personable note that always says, “get jinxed.”

Standing helplessly at the mercy of your own heart your head drops, eyes casting to the drenched road. Everything in your righteous mind tells you to take him in, lock him up – it is your job and duty to do this as you are one with the law. But your poor, fragile heart is gapping open from the piece that was ripped away by Yoongi.

“You’re right.” You whisper softly.

“I know.”

All the times you allowed him to do what he continues to do because you didn’t have it in you to send him to jail. As you watch him become the criminal he is now, refusing to stop his acts even though the justice and pride within you screams for you to act on your instincts. “Everything you’re saying is right.”

Yoongi raises his hand, palm facing up and holding a chemtech explosive bullet that swirls a cobalt blue liquid inside. Instantaneously you knew exactly what the bullet is – the meaning behind it, and all of the precious memories came flooding back all at once.

The bullet was no longer than two inches and has a hole drilled through the piece to lace a chain through it. Yoongi wears it as a charm to his bracelet and even in the dark of the rainy night with neon lights flashing around you, you can still see the small etchings of both of your initials on the tip of the bullet. It was his first ever fully functional bullet he crafted back at the academy and he had dedicated that piece of craftsmanship to you.

“I still love you, you know.” Yoongi’s voice stills your breath, deep and stern. With all seriousness he openly speaks with a stony face as you look up to him. “I never stopped.”

You avert your eyes away from the nostalgic piece which lies in Yoongi’s palm and the heat of your breath fans out into the open cool air in a puff of smoke. It hurts your heart, all your pent-up revenge brought out a disgusting angry monster from within you. You’re blinded by the law and blinded by the admiration of love for Yoongi.

“You don’t.” You counter with a hiss.

Raindrops hide away the streams of tears that break down the brims of your eyes and you refuse to keep your eyes open in the slim chance of giving Yoongi the satisfaction of your glistening orbs filling with hurt. As much as you secretly hope and want – need – Yoongi to say those words, they still simmer a splitting pain inside of your delicate heart.

Yoongi’s tatted, calloused hand aimlessly raises to your face, his knuckles brushing against the curve of your cheek. Surprisingly, you don’t flinch at the contrasting and unexpected warmth that’s responsible for heating up that side of your face. Instead you find yourself helplessly leaning into the contact, your shaking hand still holding your trusty gun at your side.

“It’s funny,” Yoongi scoffs, forcing your eyes to jolt in his direction of his action.

You burn a glare at him while he inspects your face, your blood boiling underneath all of your drenched clothes and cold skin. Yoongi sounds a quick ‘tsk’ as disapproval while his fingers glide down the column of your neck. “So funny that you question everything I say and do.”

The fact that he has your rendered frozen in place under the heavy weather and his intimidating presence only confirms his suspicions. He wasn’t lying to you and you knew that, right? You swallow thickly at the bright orange haired man in front of you, eyes casting down to shrink your frame.

You sneer back, “Can you blame me? You ruined your chances of being an officer – all that hard work you put in means nothing now. You destroyed all your chances of being a citizen of Vopamis. And all because you were bored.” In the back of your mind no matter how many hours you had pondered his reasonings to derail into a criminal, what hurt you the most wasn’t the fact he chose this path of being a high risk offender – it is the reality of him leaving you behind as if nothing about your relationship between another is important to him as it was to you.

Yoongi cocks an amused eyebrow, a smirk quick to follow. “Hm, yes. I wasn’t bored with you though, Y/n. Truthfully, knowing that you’ll be hot on my trail at all times – no matter where I went – made this new life even more fun. You enjoy chasing me?” He swipes his tongue through the small opening of his lips, two-toned eyes glare at the small line of tattoos up the back of your own ear. He tilts your jaw with his thumb, exposing more of your smooth damped skin.

Under Yoongi’s hand you feel like a marionette; damned against his ministrations and at how weak you feel towards him. You can see your vision blur around the edges, your sight honing on the glowing eye that stares at you with interest. Another puff of fog seeps out of your mouth from a released breath that you held in for far too long. You don’t acknowledge the way your limbs grew numb by the minute or the way your bottom lip trembles from your constant shivers. You are only focusing on the way the warmth of the pads of his fingers emits onto your skin and gives you a sliver of assurance.

“Have I ruined this too?” Yoongi questions in a whisper, eyes projecting down to your cold lips.

Everything in your mind tells you to scream at him, tell Yoongi ‘yes, you completely and utterly ruined every single aspect of my life,’ but the words cannot crawl their way up your throat and form the sounds you need. Instead your face reacts with pain, all of your walls and defenses breaking down around you and your rifle drops to the puddled ground underneath you.

He can read you like a book, study your features, and pull each intricate and thin string of your heart. He plays you like a fiddle with a crooked smile, a knowing look to his face where all his intuitions of you feeling something towards him are all riddled true. It’s dressed all over your face, your body leaning closer to his, the look to your eyes – glistening or not.

His thumb taps lightly against your bottom lip, popping it open from the stern line your mouth was creating. You gulp with anticipation, your surrounding areas become less and less in vision of your peripheral and your eyes can only bore straight back into Yoongi’s; pupils dilating rapidly.

“No…”

Your solo word shakes out with a heavy breath at the same time Yoongi’s other hand comes to grab your elbow and pull you closer to him. The heat radiating off of him is met between you with a strikingly fast kiss, but the kiss was tentative at best. Even reading all of your body gestures, the way your posture changes when it comes to his proximity invading your territories, Yoongi still approached with cocky confidence. He knows he has you around his finger, around his hand and more.

‘You weren’t ruined, yet,’ he thought. But Yoongi is all too excited to violate whatever purity of the law that is still laced within your morals.

He’s eager to shove his deadly tongue into the first parting of your mouth, a gasp of excitement releasing through a moan. You forget about the downpour of rain around the two of you, the chill of the air cutting through your clothes, even forgetting the blaring neon signs illuminating the paths around this alleyway. Your mind is intoxicated with the savvy orange haired, corrupted, and dangerous man who has swindled his way within the burrows of each city and the cavities of your heart.

A single tear traces down your cheek as your arms link around Yoongi’s neck, your body completely caving into the man before you. With the motion Yoongi backs the two of you up until you're hidden well enough in the darkness. His hand cocks your head to the side as he leaves wet open-mouthed kisses as he pushes you against the side of the building. His lips heat your skin up and send an involuntary chill of goosebumps down your body.

You breath out into the air while your senses adjust to the new sensations of want and need being applied to your form. “Yoongi –“

He hushes you with a hand, his teeth nipping eagerly around your clavicles. “Shh,” he warns with a devilish glint, “We’re in public, Y/n.” He chuckles, mouth coming back to kiss against your jaw.

You muffle a noise of acknowledgement, or a moan of pleasure from the sharp suck Yoongi plants against the sweet spot under your ear. Your arms grip him tighter, pulling him flush against your front to be as close as possible. Without hesitation your hands link up the back of his head, fingers carding through the disheveled drenched locks for a nice pull.

Both of your clothes stick to you like a second skin, suctioned to your own bodies and you desperately want them ripped off. Yoongi hisses at the yank of his head. Sensing your actions as an emergency he huffs a laugh your way, “Yeah? What do you want?” He removes the hand across your mouth only to shove his thumb into it, pressing down against your tongue. “Is this righteous mouth going to tell me something?”

You comply by action with the decision of closing your mouth around his finger and sucking it with delight. Yoongi praises you with words of assurance, biting down on the flesh of his own bottom lip. He leans into you, hips grinding instantly against your frontside. The uneven gyrating of wet fabrics causes a rough and uncomfortable friction, but it was something that helped direct attention toward your neglected core.

Yoongi lifts up your slicked shirt just enough to fondle around the waistband of your pants in search of unhinging your duty rig belt. “You’re going to be a good girl, right?” His eyes give you a knowing look as his thumb detaches from your trap. Nodding, you seek his mouth once more to savor the warmth between you two. “Vopamis’ finest,” he quotes in a mocked tone.

“I love you.”

Your confession halts Yoongi for a brief moment between kisses, his hand stalls as it breaches a few inches inside the front of your pants. He has you pinned against the rough brick of a building in the outskirts of the city with your freezing, aching body under his frame. Your mouth and legs so willing to open up for him.

This is the very first time he’s seen you so ‘not yourself’ in all the years he has known you, even when the fondness blossomed more between the two of you. Whichever relationship the two of you were in – it wasn’t exclusive but it surely is implied – has become completely manipulated to the public eye. Yoongi’s urgency falters for a moment, a flashback to a simpler time where the underlying love and sweetness emitting from the two of you has no boundaries. But as fast as that memory exposes itself, it was easily covered in his future thoughts. His enjoyment of being who he is now, what he wants to achieve, obtain, and take.

With your face plastering across all walls of his mind, he smirks excessively as if he is pleased with himself. He has everything he wants, and he’s greedy for more. No matter what Yoongi does with himself he knows he’ll have you regardless – and right now is proving that theory.

He leans forward to plant another kiss to your appetizing lips once more, “I know you do.”

Quickly, Yoongi flips you in your place in one quick motion, yanking down a portion of your pants once you catch yourself against the wall. Your eyes scan frantically to the opening of the alleyway, silently praying nobody stumbles upon the two of you in this indecency act – especially how your rifle lays still on the ground in the opening.

The air breezes across your now exposed cheeks, and with a firm hand Yoongi shoves against your lower back forcing you to bend forward enough to reveal your core. Gasping, you shudder under the sudden invasion of his cold clammy palm molding on top of your cunt. Your hands held you up against the wall, pants pulled only to your lower thighs preventing the spread your legs most desperately needed.

Slowly, Yoongi’s fingers prod along your slit, dipping directly between your folds the moment they come in contact with your dampness. He shushes you once again with the ruggedness of his voice while you hear the clinking of what you assume to be his belt buckle.

He wastes no time sinking a finger straight into your entrance, only after giving your clit a moments time of blissful pleasure – gone far too quick for your liking. His digit glides easily, enticing him with the next stroke to join a second. Your mouth hangs open with heated pants, your lower stomach jumping excitedly at the intimacy of your loved one, and your hips chase the stride of his fast pace.

“Shit, Yoongi!” you curse under your breath, feeling his free hand now snaking up your side under your shirt. His fingers alone create such friction that has your head lolling to the side and your inners clutching erratically. You don’t question your urgency, the impatient nature your body so willingly falls into, not when Yoongi is inches behind you lining up his engorged head to replace his fingers.

The two of you don’t care about the surrounding areas, too filled with lust. Too drunk on the idea of Yoongi coming back to you – and he is too excited knowing he has you in his clutches.

Heat courses throughout your core and abdomen, running down each of your limbs the moment his hips are pressed against your backside, dick submerged in one swift jolt forward. You lose your footing, falling further into the wall as your forearms plant into the building. A guttural moan leaks out of him the moment you yelp and squirm under him. His fingers desperately hold around your waist as he straightens his back, giving the next few experimental thrusts the slower motion your pussy needed from his harsh action.

Yoongi’s hip snaps back into you, bringing the flesh of your ass into the seat of his lap. He seethes through his teeth, “Fuckin’ hell!”

You’re restricted from widening your legs no thanks to your pants locking you in place, but this also gives a tighter sensation against his swollen cock. He doesn’t give you too much time to recuperate and catch your bearings, too honest with his mission and surging forward to bring the two of you to the brink.

“Stand,” he grunts with an arm circling around your waist. With his help you’re press flush against the wall and his chest, completely stuck between two hard places. Yoongi’s pace is rapid, the slaps of skin melt into the sounds of the fallen raindrops. It’s not long for his cock to jam pleasantly into the sweet spots within your silky walls, his thrusts determined to continue their gyrating motion deep inside you.

He chuckles at the lewd moans you release, head tilted back against his shoulder as you breath for air. “You really don’t care if someone hears you, huh? What do you think they’ll do, seeing the best shot in town being railed by a rogue criminal?”

Yoongi’s words course through your ear, his teeth coming to bite the flesh behind it. Your mind is too cloudy to think straight, not when he was inside of you both physically and emotionally. “T-they’ll hate me.”

“Is that so?”

You hum because that’s all you can do. The knot tightens in your stomach, the dull ache between your legs distorting itself into an electrifying spark has you cursing Yoongi’s name to go faster, harder. Yoongi feels you tightening around his prodding cock, only causing him to buck into you rougher.

Orange locks find their way between your fingers, tightening your grip on his hair the faster that band within you reaches towards its peak. “Yes! Yes, yes, please –“

The moment your body feels his inked fingers sneak their way to your clit, pinching it harshly, pulls a shriek of pleasure from your throat. Your body snaps under him – back arching as your walls clasp around his cock. “A-ah!” you shout while your orgasm rushes to all corners of your body, a tingly sensation vibrating through every fiber of your being.

Yoongi smirks as his pace doesn’t halt, now latching both of his hands to your hips he directs all movements. He enjoys your dispute of over-sensitivity, knowing how much you secretly like it from all the times in the past.

“One more, I know you have it in you. I’ve seen it before.” His voice is rough, any tang of sweetness swept away. “I’ll continue to fuck into this pussy until you cum again.”

Without stopping for a breather your body rushes into overdrive, it continues to squirm in his grasps and your legs shake dangerously underneath you. All thoughts of remaining quiet have gone out the window. Your second orgasm is set to fire, ready to be kicked off the edge into infinity, and with one quick shove of Yoongi’s cock that sinks all the way to ram into your cervix has you keening over and over.

Your pussy pulsates around his dick inconsistently, holding onto the appendage like a vice. It triggers his frenzy, his release spilling deep inside your well spent walls with dirty grunts. His arms hold around you tightly, helping you stand straight and to assist himself at the same time. Together both of your breathes are resounded, heated air escaping around the two of you in puffs of smoke.

You wince when his softening cock slips out of you, leaving gravity to aid in the way his cum drips casually out of your hole. Yoongi doesn’t allow you to turn and face him before he’s hoisting up your bottoms, the fabrics too annoyingly drenched to feel comfortable against your skin.

When you finally turn to speak to him he’s already readjusting his pants up along his hips, securing the button to his pants as he eyes you for a quick second. His hair is even more of a mess than before, no doubt you looked remotely better.

Dropping your mouth to talk, Yoongi averts his gaze to your rifle laying to the side. “Yoongi, I –“

“Don’t.”

His eyes narrow at the device that labels the reality of everything, where the two of you stand no matter how much you tango with another. A snort leaves him as he finishes off the buckle to his belt and you can tell by the way his facial features flicker than he’s having a complicated inner dialog going on inside his mind.

“Yoongi!” You press, grabbing hold of his shoulders to shake him slightly. “Yoongi please look at me, please don’t walk away from me.”

After a deep breath he exhales slowly, blank eyes now directed at you. There’s confusion painted over your face from the way you aren’t understanding why Yoongi suddenly steps even closer to place another kiss onto your lips, but it causes you to stop thinking momentarily. His lips, plump and plush, are the only things you can think about – until he’s pulling away too fast.

Back now facing you, he strides down the alley in which you found him. As if this heated interaction, and everything it consisted of, seized to exist anymore – the time has passed.

You take a wobbly step in his direction, hand reaching towards the figure that distances itself further from your grasp. “Yoongi, please!” You cry.

Behind you is your rifle, only feet away, and in front of you is the man you continuously chase. You’re torn between the two, the feeling of your mind splitting in half causing you to have a mental debacle with yourself. You scream with frustration; tears stream down your face at what your heart truly wants.

To stop the criminal at large or to join him?

You didn’t notice how Yoongi stops in his tracks, head tilted to look behind him with his piercing yellow eye standing out through the darkness. He watches you curiously, the environment around the two of you officially draws itself back into reality. Once he hears your scream of defeat he completely turns to face you with the widest grin smeared across his mouth.

“Hey, Y/n...” He pauses to wait until he knows you’re listening to him – and of course you immediately do so. Yoongi cocks his head to the side with a sense of arrogance radiating from the way his body stood. You desperately look at him with a plea, but your facial features harden at his next words. And they lace, deadly, within your mind.

Yoongi sighs, running one of his hands through his hair. Again, he knows he already has you, ruined you, and now he completely and absolutely owns you whether you like it or not. Yoongi playfully lifts his fingers to cross them together, a sign of a heart sent straight to you, “Get jinxed.”

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wri0thesley · 4 years

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soft and maybe semi-nsfw (if you're comfortable with it) scenario of risotto caring for his pregnant s/o please?

accidentally made this angsty, sorry anon!!!!

pregnancy mentions, afab reader, fem pronouns (’mother’), angst at the end. NSFW.

It’s not exactly that Risotto wasn’t caring before you were pregnant - more that your pregnancy has unlocked a primal part of him that physically needs to protect. He’s always been attentive and loving and kind (apologising to you after yet another mission that’s had him gone too long) - but with your stomach swelled and your hand resting on the bump and the morning sickness roiling your stomach, Risotto is almost fierce in his protectiveness.

You reach up on tiptoes to get something from on top of the fridge and all nearly seven foot of your boyfriend is behind you, grabbing it easily, hand on the small of your back as if he’s chiding you. You mention, off-handedly, that you’re craving garlic bread - before you can blink, Risotto is standing up, grabbing his scarf.

“Where are you going?” You ask him, playfully tugging at one end of the scarf from your place of honour propped up upon mountains of pillows, sandwiched on the couch with everything you could ever need, a queen residing over the court of yours and Risotto’s living room.

“To get you some,” he says, unblinking. “Unless you’d rather me call and get someone to deliver it?”

It’s little things like that. How you sneakily see him reading parenting and pregnancy books in the middle of the night when he thinks you’ve fallen asleep. You’ve seen him talking, in a low, anxious voice to waving Metallica blobs that have sprung up on his hand, whispering about how he’s afraid he’s going to do a bad job taking care of your child--

“You’ll do wonderfully,” you tell him, pressing a kiss to the middle of his back between the straps of his harness. “Now take that off and come cuddle with me. I’m lonely.”

He dutifully does. He holds you against him, ensuring your stomach is protected, one hand hot and certain as it rests on the protubing bump. When he feels the baby kick, you feel his mouth against your head crack into a wide smile. Even without seeing it, you recognise how it changes the shape of Risotto’s face, and you can imagine every bit of him bursting with warmth. Brown skin dimpling, faint lines at the crinkle of his eyes, white teeth and full lips--

“You’re going to be the most wonderful mother,” he tells you.

He gets excited picking out baby clothes - you’d both opted not for anything you deemed so foolish as a ‘gender test’.

“It won’t make any difference to how the baby wants to dress,” Risotto says, shrugging, and you know he’s thinking of all the strange fashion choices of his team. “I’m not going to say that pink is for girls and blue is for boys.”

“You want to dress our baby in black leather,” you tell him slyly, kissing the corner of his mouth. He has the decency to look briefly abashed.

“Well,” he says, “if I can find it, and it’s comfortable . . .”

(He still gets excited about tiny shoes and socks in the baby aisle of any clothing boutique. He had to be talked down from a bassinet that was all yellow ribbon and lacy ruffles; you’d never expected Risotto to fall for anything so twee, but it seems that his impending fatherhood has unlocked something in him that’s hitherto been unknown to you. You’ve known that Risotto lacks taste - as much as you love him in black and white striped trousers, the Beetlejuice look is hardly fashion forward - but you didn’t know that Risotto would lack taste in quite that way.)

On nights where your legs ache too much and your head is splitting and you wonder why you’re putting your body through this much stress, Risotto is there to comfort you. Those hot fingers dance along your body, alternately massaging the aches and drawing little whimpers and sighs from you when he dips between your thighs.

You hadn’t thought you’d want sex this much whilst pregnant - then again, with Risotto as your lover, how could you not? The bump does not prove a hindrance - Risotto reads about positions, and assures you (when you flush and try and remind him of your condition) that orgasm will probably chase the pains away--

Your boyfriend has never been stingy about being the one giving the pleasure, but in your glowing, sweaty, round with child state - he’s even more frenzied. He dips his head between your legs and works you open with his tongue like a man possessed. Hands cup and tease your swollen breasts, his mouth dropping kisses along your heated skin. Those clever fingers work magic between your thighs until your own fingers are clenched in the sheets and you’re soaking wet with more than sweat.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers to you, moon-drenched, and you believe him. You do not feel it - in your elasticated waist sweatpants and raggedy old t-shirts and hair swept out of your face with rubber bands, with swollen ankles and hobbling like you’re eighty years older than you are - but still, Risotto says it.

He says it into your hair, he says it mouth pressed against your thighs, he says it when you wake up sleep-tousled and grumpy and when you’re cocooned with pillows and blankets. He says “I love you”, too - usually mixed in with his declarations about your beauty. He says “I’ll keep you both safe.”

You believe him. His eyes are dark, ink and blood, his mouth an insistent line and his touches against you just as certain.

There is only one thing he says that does not fill you with certainty and adoration. It comes more and more often these days, as you watch him pack black backpacks. As he comes home with worry etched across his forehead. As he tells you, sighing, that his team has lost two members and then tells you he doesn’t want to worry you with talk about it. It is not intended to make you worry - it’s intended, you’re sure, to do the exact opposite. But you know what Risotto is. What he does,

The only whisper that is hard to believe is thus;

“I’ll be back soon.”

#angst for ts #writing #not sfw text #pregnancy for ts #risotto nero #afab reader #fem pronouns #Anonymous

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kaioken16 · 3 years

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L.O.R.A.S

Mallek Week 2021 Day 6

Day 6: Sburbland Word count: 1187 Character(s): Mallek Adalov, MSPA Reader

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AN: LORAS ‘the Land of Relics and Season’ is Mallek’s planet that I thought of, and was inspired by elements of the planet Mortis from Clone Wars, and Hidden Land/Temporal Tower from PKMD Explorers of Time/Darkness/Sky.

Summary: The Rogue of Time arrives on his planet: Land of Relics and Season to rest and recharge after a long series of missions.

The setting is a strange planet, the sky was an unnatural vision, vibrant blue energy almost fire-like burns across the sky, like waves racing around the entire planet, from the view of space it appears like a current of water that swirls around the atmosphere. The landmass was a vivid looking scene, truly something out of a dream. On one side A series of vast lush fields, dense forest and green mountains, with stunning vistas. To the other side was a desert that seemed to cover half of the planet, the sands were a dark golden shade, littered by many several stone pillars, some still standing and others crumbling or in ruin.

And in between the two regions was a series of floating masses of land, mountains, they had been suspended in the air, frozen in time. And within the epicentre of the floating mountains was a structure, a tower, the stone tiling was identical to the pillars scattered throughout the desert, and had vines and plants from the forests growing in between them. Each stone in this tower was glowing a symbol that was the same blue as the energy looping around the world. Engraved over the tower’s entrance was the gear symbol.

Just then the symbol begins to glow, but rather than the calming blue, a blood red glow fills the symbol. Suddenly the great stone doors slowly opened outwards, someone was exiting the tower.

Mallek steps outside, he is dressed in his god tier robes, the red complimenting his usual blue features. Clinging to his shoulder was a slightly large gecko, its scales were a purple hue, with yellow stripes running the top of his body from its head to the end of its tail.

Along with them as a few fireflies slowly hover out the darkness of the tower they lazily fly around Mallek before flying off in various directions. The troll leaves out a short sigh, before releasing his dark blue wings, he then takes a few steps forward before stepping off the edge and taking flight.

He felt re-energized after making it back to his planet, the Land of Relics and Seasons. The tower had a healing effect on his body, like the safe point in a video game. His powers as a Rogue of Time were stronger than normal on this planet, the ability to steal time and manipulate it. He would often come here to check on the status of its consorts and after he ascended it was a way for him to recharge.

When he first arrived on his planet it was all so surreal to him, between the strange dream-like setting, that the seasons seemed to go by the time of day, during the day it beautiful green forests on the side and scorching deserts on the other, and by nightfall, those vibrant forests would be blanketed by what he can to learn as frozen water otherwise known as ‘snow’ according to his human friend. And the desert would also be a frigid wasteland, below sub-zero temperature.

The tower was the only area here on LORAS that was unaffected by the strange weather pattern. Though finding a way via the floating rocks was rather difficult pre-god tier without the convenient method of flight, with help from the lizards and fireflies he managed to find a way to safely navigate to the ancient structure.

He arrives at the forest region, zooming over the area until he comes across a structure in a large clearing. At the four corners of the building were a series of robots that were designed in Mallek’s likeness, they seem to be patrolling the area, a tall pylon that was storing electricity, which was connected to the building, which was responsible for giving it power, and of course hovering above the building was a red gate linked to the other gate located at the top of the atmosphere.

This was his hive, it had been transported here when he began his session, the exterior was a little damaged, with vines that were beginning to overgrow, despite the short time of his session LORAS’s time moves much quicker though it only affected the land rather than the living beings.

Immediately when he touches the ground, his robots’ attention is alerted to him, their blue eyes blink various colours before stopping on green and then returning to blue. An indication that they recognized him, any intruders would be met with severe punishment as he had programmed them to guard his hive against unwanted visitors. And of course, the consorts were deemed as non-threatening so they could come and go as they pleased when Mallek was off-world.

Mallek retracts his wings back and enters his hive. It was the usual mess, the same smell that he had been used to, entering his home, the gecko consort hops off Mallek’s shoulder and begins exploring, it makes several clicking noises and then several more gecko appear to have been hiding among the clutter and computer parts, they then gather forming a circle, each is a different colour, they march in a circle making noises, as they appeared to be communicating with each other.

Mallek smiles faintly at the creatures, which then spreads further when he hears a hissing noise. Slithering through a stack of clothes is a pure white snake, with blue slit eyes, Mallek crouches down and holds his arm out to his lusus, allowing to coil up his arm and wrap around his neck and shoulder. After getting more comfortable, he gets his laptop and sits on his couch. Opening his trollian, and begins to type…

-- snakeBytes [SB] began trolling AlienInvasionofOne [AIOO] --

SB: hey AIOO: Hey bro, what’s up? SB: nothing, i'm on loras right now; SB: i was feeling a little drained; SB: used too much energy during that last battle; AIOO: I can imagine… AIOO: Diemen said that you were on fire. AIOO: Metahropically I mean. AIOO: It was like you were in the zone when you’re coding or hacking. SB:ha! SB: = that so huh; SB: to be honest, yeah; SB: i guess i went a little overboard; AIOO: Yeah… You did. AIOO: You should really take it easy you know. AIOO: You’ve been god tier for a few months now but still… AIOO: It is a lot to take in, your powers are much stronger now. AIOO: Still it’s not like you to be careless. SB: yeah; SB: time != always on my side;;; SB: despite being a time player; AIOO: That was clever! AIOO: But yeah, don’t overexert yourself too much. SB: my thoughts exactly; SB: so i'm gonna take a few hours to just rest; AIOO: Okay. No worries we can talk later, try and rest up!

-- snakeBytes [SB] ceased trolling AlienInvasionofOne [AIOO] --

Mallek checks a few more things on his laptop, running a quick diagnostic before logging off. He finds his phone and lays back on his couch, playing some game on his device, checking his messages. Ignoring the noises of the consorts as they began their regular ritual, making a rhythmic noise, while his lusus curled up on his chest.

#mallekweek2021 #mallekweek #mallek adalov #mspa reader #mallek week 2021 #mallek week day 6 #hiveswap #hiveswap friendsim #hiveswap act 2 #hiveswap fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #Rogue of Time #canon divergent au

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annoyinglyjovialbird · 4 years

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Voltron: Next Generation

Impending Difficulties: I

Word Count: 2812

AN: Don’t hate me too much. XD

It had only been a few hours, but Kenny's brain couldn't seem to process anything but the encounter from before.

It had been years.

His grandfather never spoke about either of Kenny's siblings, never mentioned them, or even what had happened to them. During the launch of the failed mission, the one Kenny's parents never came back from, he found it weird that he didn't see his sister. His parents asked him about it but he could only shrug. He hadn't seen her in three years at that point. It was her birthday, but Kenny suspected they didn't know.

Every memory Kenny had stored away in his brain was being taken out and being sorted through again. Unfortunately, the reason for the resorting came up empty when Kenny couldn't find what he needed.

He couldn't remember his sister's face.

Allie, who had been wandering the ship and the only one awake, passed by the bridge. Seeing Kenny leaned over, she thought nothing of it. This was the fifth time she passed the bridge, and Kenny still hadn't moved. On the sixth pass, Allie had two large cups. One of them had a tea bag string over the rim, the other did not. Both drinks were steaming and brown, albeit two different shades.

With careful steps, Allie placed the cup with the teabag on the console desk in front of Kenny and walked away without another word. The pager on her belt made a sound, and Allie walked towards the observation room.

In Kenny's mind, a brightness came over his memories.

Laughter rang out in the juniberry fields on Uncle Lance's farm, chasing a dwarf around. Black hair in pigtails and a dress covered in red poppies. Tripping over something in the fields, Kenny landed face-first in the juniberries. Instead of complaining and standing up, he rolled over in the fields and stared at the never-ending blue sky. The dwarf he had been chasing toddled towards him with the biggest smile on her face. Letting a small giggle, she smacked her hand on Kenny's forehead. He laughed at the smack, staring at her face. It was blurry. He couldn't see anything past that big smile.

"Klance!" A delighted squeal came from her mouth and she once again toddled forward.

"Kenny, you okay?" Uncle Lance asked, bending over the fallen boy. His arms went to the little girl's waist and she was pulled higher and higher. Her squeals didn't seem to stop.

"Yeah, I'm okay." Kenny used a hand to shield himself from the glaring sun to stare at his uncle and the little girl. She had turned her head away from Kenny, staring at something behind them.

"Good." Lance readjusted the girl, who turned her focus to the man who had moved her from her perch on Lance's hip. "Ahora te paras o te paro!" In a flash, Kenny had stood, running towards Uncle Lance's house where the other farmhands (or cousins who needed something to do in the summer) were heading. Looking back at fields he'd left, Kenny saw the little girl had laid her head on Uncle Lance's shoulder, turning away again.

In another memory, Kenny was sitting at a dinner table. The book work in front of him was unreadable, but he was counting his lucky stars that he wouldn't be doing whatever his brother was doing at the head of the table. The boy at the head had dark hair, wearing a red jacket with a green stripe around the middle. In front of him was an array of wires and connectors with a light bulb and two switches. One of the papers in front of Kenny was the answer sheet to his brother's problem.

"Hey, Ky." The boy had looked up and said. Turning to a doorway that led to bedrooms, the little girl from before was rubbing her eyes. Her hair was a little longer but still styled in pigtails. Her jammies were a vibrant shade of seafoam, a gift from Uncle Lance. "Did we wake you up?" Without saying a word, the girl approached the boy, and he pulled her into his lap. She stared at the circuit board with bright, curious eyes. She noticed something off to the side and grabbed it. Attaching it to connectors in between the switches, she pointed at the switch to her right. Complying, the boy flipped the switch, and the light bulb lit. His face said it all. He had no idea what he was doing wrong.

"Ky, what did you do?" By this point, the girl had covered her addition with her hands to keep it out of view of the boy. When she went to point, Kenny saw what it was. With a flourish, she held her hands up and almost smacked the older boy in the face.

"You were missing a power source," Kenny said for the girl, who had let her arms fall to her side and looked up at the boy. He had started rubbing his head, staring at the battery. Kenny remembered he was taking a double course load, something no one had done without losing sleep or sanity.

"Kyla!" Kenny's mom came around the corner. Her brown hair was pulled into a ponytail and her eyes matched the girl. The green long-sleeved shirt and the oversized gray coat was a signature for her, along with the transition lenses over her eyes. "Leave your brothers alone!"

"Mom, stop." The boy sighed, leaning back in the chair. The little girl, Kyla, had bowed her head and her eyes became glassy.

"She's a kid! What can she do?"

"C'mon, Ky." Kenny stood, walking towards the now upset little girl. "Don't listen to Pidge, she's just upset," He said much quieter, lifting the little girl. Her arms wrapped around Kenny's neck and her head leaned into his shoulder. Taking her back to her room, Kenny pulled aside the dark gray comforter covered in white stars and the white sheet underneath covered in gray astronauts. The little girl hung on for dear life as she sat on the bed. Unwrapping her arms from his neck, Kenny looked into her eyes, which had dimmed. Reluctantly, she laid her head down on the pillows and fell asleep.

A hand on his shoulder startled the poor man. Returning to reality, his eyes took in the sight of the bridge. Following the hand on his shoulder, he met a pair of jarringly familiar brown eyes. Even if they weren't as bright nor as curious as they once were, they matched his mom's eyes.

"Kenny," Kova repeated, trying to get the young man's attention. He stared at her like she was the object he had been looking for his entire life. Pulling a tissue from the box Allie had brought by earlier, she patted Kenny's tear-stained cheeks.

"Will he be alright?" Allie asked, arms crossed. After checking on Keith, she had passed by a few more times. When she found Kenny crying, she left a tissue box and ran for Kova's room.

"Kenneth? You have to breathe." Kova said to the young man instead. He was taking shuddering breaths, just roaming over Kova's face.

"Kyla?" He whispered under his breath. Kova met his eyes with shock, then defensiveness, finally with acceptance. She didn't nod, nor did she shake her head.

"C'mon, Ken." Pulling on Kenny's hands, Kova stood. "Let's get you to bed." Kova walked Kenny to the door, with Allie following close behind with the box.

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In the morning, Kova was determined to let the others know, with or without the Colonel's approval. Speaking of the Colonel, he had thought long and hard about Kova's words. Shiro knew Kova was serious. She didn't fight orders unless she deemed it necessary for a specific reason.

She fought patrol officers when they tried to restrain students to Garrison grounds.

She fought her commanding officer when Caleb and her groups teamed up for training purposes.

She even fought Curtis when he tried to stop the pair from taking little Cyrus to the McClain's farm when he and Shiro were on vacation.

In every event, Kova won the fight. She was smart, strong, and dealt with any consequences that would come.

Other students tried using Kova as a scapegoat and immediately realized why she had permission to leave Garrison grounds. They didn't appreciate the unpaid work on McClain's farm as much as Kova did.

The commanding officer purposely gave the teams the hardest jobs on school grounds to make the others leave. They stayed intact until the last quarter when Jazz transferred to a more traditional school setting and Allie became her replacement.

With the last one, while Kova had to be the one to bathe Cyrus after falling butt-first into a mound of freshly scooped cow droppings, she didn't complain.

Kova sat through breakfast without a word to anyone, eating from the small bag of assorted nuts and dried fruit she snuck onboard. Cake and Liz exchanged nervous looks, while Allie stared at Kenny nibbling on an Arusian fruit.

At least it wasn't whatever beverage the Arusians packed for them.

When finished, Kova stood and walked towards the bridge. Without saying a word, the others followed. They were in their respective seats while Kenny sat in his corner as they stared at the slowly changing sky.

Shiro walked into the bridge, descended the staircase, and went right up to the window. Kova stared at the back of his head, daring him to try to tell her no.

Turning around, his eyes met hers. A tense minute.

Cake nervously looked from Shiro to Kova and back again. Caleb was tense, ready to hold someone back. Liz followed this sentiment with her bayard in hand. Allie had a first aid kit under her console if a fight did break out. Kenny was lost, staring ahead.

Shiro broke the stare with a sigh. Looking up again, he said, "Tell them."

Opening a program on her console, Shiro walked forward so he wasn't covering the screen. On-screen, three folders appeared with different titles.

The first read 'ACHLYS MISSION'. The second read 'FIRE REVIVAL'. The third was simply 'KHKH'.

Typing away at her console, the first folder opened. Documents, pictures, and a video file fell into order on the screen. Clicking on a particular picture, Shiro looked away.

The ACHLYS was standing tall and proud, most notably intact. In front of it stood five people. From left to right, a woman with medium-length brown hair pulled into a braid. She had an arm around the waist of the man to her left, who was a full head taller than her with a scar on his right cheek and black hair tied into a ponytail. A gloved hand was on the shoulder of the Colonel, who had a hand tucked into his pants pocket. The man on the other side of the Colonel had tan skin and cropped brown hair. The last man also had cropped hair, black in color, and was much darker than the man next to him. Four of the five people in the picture wore matching orange, gray, and white suits. The men to the Colonel's left had helmets in their hands, while the ones to his right didn't.

"Pictured left to right: Katie Holt, Keith Kogane, Colonel Takashi Shirogane, Lance McClain, and Hunk Garrett." Liz read aloud, squinting to read the caption. Kova opened a document file and it appeared beside the picture. In big bold letters, the word 'CLASSIFIED' was stamped onto the page. The top read 'INCIDENT REPORT & DISAPPEARANCE OF ACHLYS CREW'.

"I was right." Cake turned in his seat to stare at Kova. "You did know what happened."

"We weren't supposed to say anything," Caleb replied instead.

"The ACHLYS was ambushed," Shiro said, staring at the picture. "According to evidence collected, the crew escaped in pods, but never made contact."

"What evidence?" Shiro stayed silent. "I thought we were learning everything, so why—"

"Lance was the only one of the four that returned to Earth. His pod was used to locate the others, but it was unsuccessful. It was too dangerous to continue."

"But we found Keith! He's alive, right?" Cake turned his attention to Liz and Allie. Both girls were staring at the small devices in their hands. Something of Liz's creation used to monitor Keith's monitor. If there was a too high spike, a too low valley, or a change in anything, it would alert them both.

Keith had been unresponsive and stable since he had been brought on.

"My dad could still be—"

"Cake," Kova said. Her voice was firm, staring straight ahead. "The ACHLYS was ambushed by the Fire after an initial recon by Keith and Pidge." Cake became quiet, turning to the screen.

Closing the file, Kova opened the second folder. Possibly even more documents came from the folder, many of them with the same 'CLASSIFIED' stamped onto them.

Opening a picture file, it showed a crazed timeline of events leading up to the ambush Kova mentioned. Kova was adding onto it.

At the top of the chain was a Galra with huge fluffy purple ears that seemed to curve like horns. A robotic eye replaced their left eye while their right eye was entirely yellow. Under his picture, the nametag read 'SENDAK: DECEASED; FORMER'. A red line pointed down towards a second Galra. Or Altean. You couldn't really tell. The being in the picture had an almost gray skin tone with yellow sclera and dark irises and pupils. Their ears were pointed, a long chain earring running from the tip to the lobe. Below, their name tag read 'RALAN: ALIVE; CURRENT'. There was no line connecting Ralan to anyone else on the board.

Taking footage from her helmet cam, Kova changed a few details. Adding a picture of Yorak to the board and connecting a line from Ralan to Yorak, Kova changed the nametags. The 'CURRENT' changed to 'FORMER' and Yorak received an 'ALIVE; CURRENT'.

"Chain of command," Caleb said. Allie had turned around to look at him with a question in her eyes. She turned back around, studying Ralan's face.

"Ralan?" Allie whispered to herself, seemingly trying to find the memory of this man. "Was he a general or a guard?"

"Allie," Shiro turned. "Do you have something to add?" Allie stared at the Colonel.

"It may be in your best interest to contact the Emperor of Altea concerning Ralan." It was all she was able to say before twin pagers went off. Allie stood and raced towards the observation bay.

When Allie left, Shiro began to push down his feelings and started explaining more in depth what the mission against the Fire was about. Liz and Cake would interject here and there, saying the Coeus and Voltron should fight when instigated. Shiro reminded them that while Kova can be as reckless as she wanted, they weren't to go against the Colonel's direct orders.

The Fire's revival began a few decades ago, staying mostly unknown until the recon mission. Yorak's concerned parents, Keith and Pidge, had gone after him because they had reason to believe he was working with an organization that threatened the peace in the universe. The recon mission Keith and Pidge were on took a full calendar year to complete. They had reported a small organization, but it was well armed. On a vote, all former members of the original legendary defender would be suited up to go. Keith and Pidge ran their own organizations, Lance occasionally served as ambassador to Altea but traded often with Alteans, and Hunk had relinquished most control of his culinary empire to head chefs in individual restaurants. The last former member, Shiro, had been offered the Headmaster position at the Garrison, and he didn't turn it down. The ACHLYS was completed in two years after Keith and Pidge returned, and the launch was televised all over the country. It had been months after the mission had launched, and there were routine communications between the ACHLYS and the Garrison, now under Shiro's command. One day, the communications stopped.

There was no response. Not even static. Just silence. Nothing.

Then, on the one year anniversary of the launch, two students reported and assisted a pilot from an escape pod bearing the silent ship's name. The pilot inside was Lance and the students were Kova and Caleb on their way to the green for lunch when they spotted the incoming ship. Neither said a word.

Before Kova could open the last file, everyone on the Coeus had slammed into the nearest object to their right. For Liz and Cake, it was the floor and Kova's pedestal. For Kenny, it was pressing further into a wall. And for everyone else, they had shoulders pressed sharply to the walls. Liz paged for Allie and the crew of the Coeus began defending their ship.

#voltron: next generation #voltron lions #igf coeus #pidge #keith #lance #hunk #shiro #kovalia shirogane #caleb shirogane #liz griffin #allie smythe #cake garrett #kenny holt #kenny kogane #klance #bad parenting #family issues

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vgckwb · 3 years

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ML: Are They Worthy? Chapter 81: Of Monsters and Men!/Superbug (The Battle for Paris, Part 1)

A cloud of darkness had descended upon Paris. At the center of it was a being who was entirely purple, masculine, had wings, antennae, grizzly sharp teeth, and void pupil-less eyes. Their fingers were clawed. He looked around. He noticed that he was being filmed.

“Heh heh” he laughed. “Greetings Paris” he said to his audience. “I’ve been waiting for a long time. Watching. Doing nothing but observing without the power to do anything. But finally, I am free! And now I shall conquer.

Ah. Forgive my manners. My name is Nurushwa. I am a kwami. A kwami labeled evil by some. A label I don’t hate. I’ll be blunt with you all. I wish to take over, and once I do, I will free my captive brothers and sisters also deemed evil. This can be as painless or painful as necessary. I don’t mind either way, but my personal preference is painful.” Nurushwa laughed.

Meanwhile, all the heroes and Hawk Moth were watching this unfold on their devices. “Evil kwami?” Ladybug remarked.

She got a call and took it, while also keeping an eye on Nurushwa. It was Sting. “Ladybug! Web-Spinner and I are converging on your position! Have every hero do the same!”

“What’s going on?” Ladybug asked.

“That thing is an evil kwami!” Sting replied. “It’s apparently a powerful creature that’s been locked away for quite some time!”

“How did it get out?” Ladybug asked.

“It takes three things to unleash it!” Sting explained. “A close proximity to the area in which they are locked, an affinity to miraculous energy, and overwhelming negative emotion! Someone MUST have found them!”

“But who?” Ladybug asked.

Nurushwa was still laughing when he started gagging a little bit. Suddenly and viscerally out of his mouth pops the head and torso of Lila. She takes a few breaths. “Paris! I am sorry! I don’t deserve your kindness! I lied! About everything! Truly, I am a terrible person! But please! Stop this monster! And if you could find it in your heart! Save me as well!”

“Well that answers that” Ladybug said.

Nurushwa used one of his arms to push Lila back in. “A feisty one.” He turned his attention back to the cameras. “Enough dilly-dallying! Now my pretties, DESCEND!” The dark cloud broke up. It turns out, they were a cloud of akumas. They rapidly descended on the city, engulfing the citizenry one by one. However, instead of any unique villains, they turned into beings that looked similar to Nurushwa.

Meanwhile, Lila was inside Nurushwa, fearing for her life. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you everything you’ve wanted. Power. Friends. Control.”

“I don’t care about that anymore!” Lila said, sobbing.

“Oh, but it isn’t a choice,” Nurushwa told her. “There’s just one thing I’m asking in return.”

“What?!’ Lila hissed.

“Your humanity” Nurushwa answered.

Lila started to feel her body start to fade away. “What are you doing to me?!”

“Heh heh” Nurushwa laughed. “I’m simply turning you into one of us.” Lila was even more scared. “Ah. You have the soul of a fox kwami. Trickstern would love a new playmate.” He laughed as Lila was struggling while her body was slowly turning into a kwami like him.

Within a matter of minutes, all of the heroes had met up with Ladybug and everyone else. “What do we do?!” Honey Bee asked. “There’s a crazy, maniacal...thing, and it has Lila!”

“AND it’s taking the rest of the city” Chienne Reaction pointed out.

Hawk Moth turned to face Adrien. “Adrien! Get out of here! Go to our house! You should be safe!”

Adrien looked at Hawk Moth. He smiled and sighed. “Sorry, but I can’t.” Hawk Moth was confused. “Plagg! Claws out!” he turned into Cat Noir.

Hawk Moth was surprised. But he shook himself out of it. “We’ll talk about this later. Right now, we need to deal with Nurushwa!”

“So, you’re willing to help out old man?” Carapace asked.

Hawk Moth glared at him. “I’ll be the first to tell you that I’m no angel. But today, I’d like to be on their side. I’ll do anything I can to help.”

Ladybug looked up at Nurushwa. “Well, Sting said that they need a person. What if we try to free Lila from him?”

“It’s a good idea” Rooster Gold started.

Bleat Star came in. “But I don’t think he’d let us get close to him!”

“Even with all of us, he’s creating an army as we speak!” Hog Wild reminded her.

Ladybug thought. She looked at Chienne Reaction and Hawk Moth. “That’s it! We need to power up! Chienne Reaction! Power up Hawk Moth! Once he’s powered up, he can bestow more power unto us! Once we have that power, we could take the fight to him more easily!”

“Plus, we could save people, and have Hawk Moth give them powers as well” Cat Noir said jumping in.

“Right!” Ladybug said. “Are you up for it?”

Chienne reaction thought. “While I don’t LIKE supporting Hawk Moth, I think it’s our only option.” She breathed out. “Here goes. Kiss of Luck!” She powered up Hawk Moth.

“Thank you,” Hawk Moth said. Butterflies surrounded him. “As a reward, here you go” he powered up a butterfly and infused it with Chienne Reaction’s miraculous. She transformed so that she was a bit taller, a bit stronger, the color of her costume was a bit darker, and she had three heads. “Cerberus. Once I give everyone else a Tenshi, I want you to power them up further. Can you do that?” Cerberus nodded. “Excellent. Now then, who’s next?” He created an army of tenshi, and one by one, they fused with the miraculous.

Bunnyx gained a light blue helmet with the bunny ears still attached, light blue elbow pads and knee pads, and was now floating on a giant chromatic light blue pocket watch. “Time Hopper!”

Viperion’s arms and legs got covered in different bangles, but the original one was still distinct. He also had a headband, which lifted his hair a little bit, a belt, and a metal mask going across his mouth, all of which were similar to his bangle. “Viperidae!”

Pegasus grew longer dreads, and they were no longer tied up. His shoes were edged with a bit of metal. Additionally, he had two black spots on the palms of his hand. Aside from that, he was made a little taller, and a little stronger. “Wyld Stallyn!”

Tigress’s stripes were made bolder, and more jagged. Her hair was let down, but more frizzed. She also grew nail-like claws of different colors on each one. “Neon Tigress!”

King Monkey gained a golden light around him, as well as a cloud-like essence coming off of his gloves, footwear, and tail. “Wukong!”

Ryuko’s face was enveloped with a dragon mask which kept the horns. Ryuko’s eyes peered through the nostrils, while the eyes on the dragon head were white, but reverberated an energy to them. Additionally, all of the black on Ryuko’s costume, aside from the seal, turned to that same white color as the eyes, and was also radiating energy. “Ryukyu!”

Hog Wild’s shoulder pads grew hair-like thistles. The tusk design on her respirator grew out into actual tusks. And her hair stood on end, with a line of pink going down the middle. “War Hog!”

Rooster Gold’s feet grew three talons. His hair grew a little bit longer. His crossbow became bigger, and he was also surrounded by two rings of feathers which made him look like an atom molecule. “Thundercluck!”

Scouries grew little tufts of hair on her suit to make her look more mangy, and her natural hair followed suit. Her torso was adorned with a multiplication sign with the number 1 in the middle of it. She gained longer mask ties, and she was also given a small, floating monitor. “Miss Souriesous!”

BleatStar’s horns grew in size. The suit’s black feet and hands turned gold to reflect the color of the bell. His hair was let down, leaving it a bit messy, and he had a lightning strike design going across his face. “Abaaaddin Sane!”

Each section of Oxenfree’s costume was given a little scale which read out how hard or soft he is. At the moment, all of the needles were in the middle. “Kiloxenfree!”

Paonne Ange gained two sets of deep blue wings; one set on her upper back, and one on her lower. Her domino mask gained a vertical rectangle in the middle of it. “Paonne Archange!”

Sting’s arms grew pincers that acted as gauntlets around his fists. His tail grew bigger, and his stinger grew sharper. “Heraculeaus!”

Web Spinner’s fangs became more pronounced. Her costume grew four legs that could hold her up. She also gained an hourglass insignia on her chest and back. “Web Weaver!”

Honey Bee’s decorative wings became real, and her honey colored gloves felt like they were made of tangible honey. Also, her hair was let down, and she had two more streaks going through it, one black, one honey colored. “Honey Queen!”

Carapace gained giant, shell-shaped knee pads, elbow pads, and shoulder pads, as well as a face scarf that covered the lower half of his face. “Murtle!”

Rena Rouge’s hair was let out of its ponytail, and the little tails in her hair stood on end. The black sections on her arms and legs gained orange lines that followed the skeletal structure of those areas. “Rintails!”

The hood of Judgement Wolf’s cloak was made more wolf-like. His cloak was now fully open, and his torso was adorned with three gray claw marks. He also gained claw-like nails on all fingers, except the one the miraculous resided on. “Lupus Judgement!”

Cat Noir’s entire body came to look like a black mist, but you can still see a tangible shape. Also, his claws were more pronounced. “Ultra Noir!”

Finally, Ladybug’s outfit changed so that she was white with red spots, instead of red with black spots. “Superbug!”

Cerberus powered up the tenshied heroes even further. Paonne Archange was next, as she brought back everyone’s sentimonster from a few days ago that had one. Heraculeaus got Golden Dragon back, and Web Weaver got a similar one called Jade Dragon. Paonne Archange also gave one to Hawk Moth; a humanoid figure who looked like Gabriel, except he was all white, with the exception of a red cross going across his chest, whom Paonne Archange dubbed “Healer.” Royal Guard came in and powered everyone up even further.

“Alright,” Superbug commanded, “I will go and confront Nurushwa directly and try and figure out a way to free Lila. While that’s going on, the rest of you are going to fight these akumas, save the people, and have Hawk Moth and Paonne Archange create more heroes and sentimonsters to aid us in that. Cerberus will continue to power people up as well. Are we ready?!” Everyone nodded. “Then let’s go!” The heroes spread out from their position, while Hawk Moth stayed there to create more tenshi to spread around the citizenry.

Before they went off fully, Murtle stopped and pulled Wyld Stallyn and Time Hopper aside. “Hold on” Murtle said. He created a barrier behind Hawk Moth that stretched across the remaining city on that side. “Nurushwa does not have anyone there!” Murtle explained. “Whoever we free, send them there.”

At that moment, a large group of people started appearing. Time Hopper shrugged. “I guess I already did.” Murtle nodded, shook his head, and the three of them left off.

While this plan came together fast, Nurushwa’s power was unlike anything they had seen, and he already amassed a powerful, sizable army to fight on his behalf. However, the process of turning Lila into a kwami was taking its time since Lila was his primary power source after being locked away for many years. “Why are you doing this?!” Lila asked.

“Because I can,” Nurushwa answered for his prisoner. “I have the power to exert dominance over others. The other kwamis go on and one about peace, and unity, and helping others. It’s disgusting. Once I have freed my like-minded brothers and sisters from the prisons those other kwamis made, we can finally subjugate these pathetic humans.”

Lila remained silent. She knew she couldn’t preach of the ideals he threw aside because she herself failed to live up to them herself. She realized she felt like she was doing what he was. “What, no comeback?” Nurushwa taunted. “Of course not. You’re just like me. And soon, that will fully be realized.”

Lila silently cried. I guess there really is no hope for someone like me.

There was an explosion. “What the?” Nurushwa sensed his army was taking several blows. “Grrrr. HOLD STRONG! WE’RE GOING TO TAKE CONTROL! NO BACKING DOWN!” he yelled at his army, to which they cheered. The army continued making advances.

Superbug was bee-lining it to Nurushwa, taking out what she could of his army, with Royal Guard doing a lot of the heavy lifting. Despite the fact that there were now tens of thousands, she was more confident than ever that her team, Hawk Moth, and the army he was conjuring up would handle them.

Ultra Noir was keeping close to Superbug, but focusing on the enemies rather than where she was going. His misty features made it hard for the enemies to hit him. Ultra Noir also found that he could create Cataclysms as big or as small as he wanted. He used it to destroy parts of buildings to land on Nurushwa’s unwilling minions, as well as destroy them outright, while keeping the humans inside safe. He continued his attack.

Meanwhile, his Sentimonster, Guardian Angel, flew close by; taking out Nurushwa’s army with their light powers and feather manipulation. They also had the ability to heal those who had been recently freed from Nurushwa’s control.

Lupus Judgement was going around freeing everyone he could with his powered up Reveal Claw. He only took out his sword when he needed to defend himself. Lucky for him, this was a rare instance because Firefighter was backing him up at every turn.

As Rintails was running, she saw Nurushwa’s akumas descending. She grabbed Murtle and said “I have an idea! I’ll lure them with fake people, and you capture them in little bubbles!”

“Sounds awesome!” Murtle. Rintails nodded and began phase one of her plan. The akumas took the bait, which allowed Murtle to do phase two. To protect them from danger, Composite Ladybug and Bubbleblast worked together to fight off any attackers.

Honey Queen was flying around the city. On top of her beebots immobilizing Nurushwa’s army, she could also shoot sticky honey from her gloves to make them stick to where they were. Following behind her was Pride Monster, who would swallow the akumatized people and spit them back out free of Nurushwa’s control.

Also taking to the skies was Paone Archange. She flew around granting people Sentimonsters. She would usually coordinate this with people being Tenshied by Hawk Moth to gain even more power. She would protect herself when needed, but she also received aid from Buzzstormer and Cerberus. Cerberus would also go around powering up the Tenshis to make them even stronger.

Time Hopper and Wyld Stallyn were working together to track and find anyone free from Nurushwa and time travel/teleport them to the area behind the defencive wall, while also taking care of anyone attacking them directly. MX-01, apart from being really good at taking out Nurushwa’s soldiers, was able to locate these people and relay that information to Speedstaker, who in turn would bring those people closer to Wyld Stallyn and Time Hopper. Time Hopper would invite people onto her watch-board and travel to the safe zone; instantly traveling back to take enemies by surprise. Wyld Stallyn would create portals for himself when the situation called for it, but he would also use the spots on his hands to make portals for others. His was his main way of getting people to the wall.

Viperidae launched chronospheres from each of his straps. Each Chronosphere covered a section of the city. He and Soundwave Rider would make their way through the city, battling the monsters. Every so often, each strap, at a different time, would reset everything in the chronosphere it had influence over, on the chance that things would go wrong in said Chronosphere. The heroes inside would be made aware so they could make adjustments.

Wukong would blast out disruptive objects to the minions, causing them to lose control. Valkyrie Archer would then use their arrows to pin the monsters. Both would attack together if the situation called for it.

Kiloxenfree was fighting the creature head on. Most of the time, he remained hard all around, since that made him practically invincible. However, if the situation called for it, he would go soft in some places; most notable whenever something was thrown at him, it would fly back at whoever threw it. Loveheart also helped with the offensive front.

Miss Souriesous was also fighting Nurushwa’s monsters, when one of them snuck up on her. However, another Miss Souriesous, at full size and with a number 2 on her X, attacked them. The two Miss Souriesouses smiled and nodded at each other. Miss Sourieous 1 looked at her monitor and saw that her plan of dividing and conquering was going well, with many Miss Souriesouses of differing sizes fighting these monsters all across Paris. Courificator helped by attacking these monsters, and providing transport to some of the smaller Miss Souriesouses.

Ryukyu was storming the area and fighting the Nurushwa army head on. Whenever she would call upon one of her weather powers, not only would the seal glow to the corresponding effect, but the eyes on the dragon mask would change color to match, as well as the sections on her costume that matched. This meant that not only could she change into the effect itself, but those parts would have the powers of said effect; making them really useful in combat. Aiding her was Oniposte, and their battle prowess alongside each other was astounding.

Neon Tigress was doing her best to remain calm. This is so that whenever she shot out a Reverb, the monsters around her would calm down as well. Because she was powered up, she could shoot out many reverbs at a time. Threadmaker would then tie them all up, and the two would continue to advance.

Wherever War Hog went, she would distort her surroundings before battle. She would do this during battle too, but doing it before allowed her to make the area to her liking, and it also gave Rebel Cat better opportunities for surprise attacks.

Thundercluck worked on keeping his distance and sniping the monsters with Down Strikes, while Pagemaster summoned as many drawings as it could to aid in the attack. Whenever one of Nurushwa’s monsters got close, they would touch one of the feathers circling Thundercluck and instantly fall asleep. This was helpful, as it allowed Thundercluck time to move when necessary.

Abaaaddin Sane notices that one he began harvesting feelings, they would continue to come to him. This gave him more than enough ammo to take down Nurushwa’s army in many creative ways. Following him was Multi-Bleat, who would often assist Abaaadin Sane with his takedowns.

Heraculeaus and Web Weaver were working together. Web Weaver would corner the monsters, alongside Golden Dragon and Jade Dragon, and the Heraculeaus would use his stinger to unlock the binds of the akumas to the people. Healer was not too far behind, and he would heal the citizenry after they were free, and protect them from getting akumatized again.

Nurushwa was furious that his minions were taking severe blows. “Well well, it looks like we’ll have another thing in common” Lila chuckled. “Losing to Ladybug.”

“Grrrr” huffed Nurushwa. “It’s not over yet! I’ll just have to keep making more! Soon, they’ll be so overwhelmed and overworked that they can’t help but fall!” Lila became worried.

However, as Nurushwa was gathering the energy to do this, he was interrupted. “HALT!” screamed Superbug. Nurushwa looked at her. She was staring at him intently. “LET LILA GO AND STOP THIS SIEGE ON PARIS! OR I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!”

Lila looked up. She could see what Nurushwa was seeing. She could believe her eyes. “Ladybug?”

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfic #Marinette #adrien #gabriel #lila #alya #nino #Chloe #vlad #alix #Nathaniel #Marc #MAX #ivan #sabrina #mylene #rose #juleka #ondine #kagami #Luka #Kim

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missbrightsky · 4 years

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Falling Feathers

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“Beautiful,” Rhysand breathed, “Absolutely beautiful.” He pulled back the arrow a fraction farther, training the head on the swan that was gliding through the sky.

He had been riding through the forest when the biggest bird he had ever seen glided overhead. What a prize that would be! And he urged his horse faster to keep up with it. It entered a cave under a waterfall, so temptingly close that he couldn’t give up now. Dismounting his horse, he stepped lightly on the log spanning the river and followed the massive bird through the cave.

A hawk? Or perhaps an eagle? It was unlike any creature he had seen before.

The cave opened up into a forest that was unfamiliar to him. Dozens of times he had ridden through the forests surround the castle, but never through here. The leaves were a vibrant emerald. Mushrooms the size of dogs dotted the roots of trees that reached towards the sky.

Ahead, the bird had risen higher in the sky. The early evening sun gilded its russet feathers gold. He raced past trees and bushes, hardly noticing the animals hiding in the foliage. Animals that were fairies underneath the warlock’s curse.

The sound of rushing water started to filter in, a blue lake fed by a nearby stream started to glint through the trees. The bird swooped down towards the surface, claws outstretched. A cry sounded. It was almost human-like.

The bird rose again into the sky as a flash of white lifted up from the lake surface.

A swan… pure white feathers tinted pink in the fading sunlight. It flapped its wings, rising. The massive bird swooped down again and started to pursue the swan, driving it closer towards me.

“Beautiful,” Rhysand breathed, “Absolutely beautiful.” The larger bird peeled off, but he was too focused on the swan to care. Its feathers would make the most gorgeous gift to his mother, maybe enough to get her off his back about marriage.

Rhys’s arm strained, quivering with the force he needed to keep the arrow drawn back. Something was stopping him from releasing it. The swan continued to fly through the sky, unaware of the hunter below that was so close to taking its life.

The last of the sunlight faded from the sky, tinging the world with shades of lavender.

The swan began to glow with the purest light, causing Rhys to slacken his arms in complete awe. Never before had he seen such a phenomenon.

“FUCKKKKKKKKK,” came the shout from the swan, now a human woman that was whirling her arms through the air as though trying to fly. She crashed into the surface of the lake, causing a massive splash that sent ripples through the body of water.

She surfaced, sputtering and spitting out water, “God fucking dammit,” and started to swim towards the shore. Rhys raced forward, still in shock but felt utterly compelled to help this woman. Before he could reach her, she emerged from the lake, her blue dress soaking wet. “Fucking Hybern,” she muttered before realizing that she was not alone.

Rhys halted a few feet away. Before him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Even wet, her hair was a golden brown that reminded him of summer. When she met his eyes, they were like the sea he wanted to sail so badly, blue and grey with flecks of green and stormy with rage.

“Hi,” he said lamely, cursing himself for speaking such an idiotic one-syllable word.

She took him in, her gaze guarded, but… interested. Maybe the admiration of looks went both ways. “Hello,” she returned, looking a bit awkward and uncomfortable, probably from her unexpected swim in the lake.

“Who are you,” he asked, still unable to stop himself. Any thoughts had emptied out of his mind.

She surveyed him again, deeming him worthy of that small piece of information. “Feyre,” and then recognizing him, she bowed slightly, “Your Highness.”

He grimaced at the honorific, not liking the formality. Finally, common sense started to trickle back in, but not enough that he didn’t phrase his next question better, “What are you?” and then blushing at the lack of tact in the words. His etiquette tutor would be rolling in her grace right now.

The woman, Feyre, raised an eyebrow at him, relaxing a bit more at his embarrassment. “A human,” she paused and a small frown formed on her lips, “Well, I used to be. I live in the village with my father and sisters, but I went into the forest one day and a warlock caught me and turned me into a swan. Thankfully, the Fairy Queen took me into her protection after I was able to pull the crystal from the tree and gave me the ability to be a swan by day and a human by night. We’ve been looking for a way to break this curse.” Taking in the look on his face, she added on, “And now you think I’m bat-shit crazy.”

“N-no!” Rhys blurted out and then caught his tongue, “I mean, I just saw you turn from a swan into a human so it’s not too hard to believe.”

She let out a small, bitter laugh. “Yeah, I guess you did.” Her gaze turned critical, “How did you get here? The only way in is through the-“

“The cave under the waterfall? I was following this massive bird through the forest and it went through there. Which thinking back on it, that probably wasn’t just a bird was it?” She sighed, biting her lip. The fidget was distracting and led his mind down a new line of thought that wasn’t particularly helpful right now.

“That was Hybern, the warlock that has cursed me and this forest and all the creatures in it. He-“

The massive bird appeared again, swooping down and landing in a flash of light that was dimmer than Feyre’s. “One arrow!” the warlock yelled, “All you needed to do was shoot one arrow!” the warlock’s face was red and twisted into an ugly expression. “Now you’re completely useless to me.” He held out his hand, a ring glowing crimson on it, power crawling through the air.

Rhys reached towards his quiver for an arrow but Feyre stepped in front of him. A shout formed on his lips, but it was unnecessary. A line of red power shot towards them and was stopped by a shield of purple, seemingly emanating from the crown on Feyre’s head.

Hybern lowered his hand, cutting off the beam, growling. “One arrow from a human hunter and that crystal would be mine and you,” he pointed at Feyre, “would no longer be my problem.”

“Fuck off, Hybern, go ruffle someone else’s feathers. You have no power here,” Feyre said with her own growl. Rhys suppressed a shiver, the strength in her voice only made her more beautiful.

Hybern shifted his stance, ready to attack when a shrieking filled the forest. “Daddy!!!!!!!!!! Daddy, help!!!!!!!” his head whipped towards the source.

Feyre smirked, “Looks like Amarantha needs your help.”

Hybern looked back, his gaze red and full of hatred, “This isn’t over,” and transformed again, taking off towards the screams.

Once Hybern’s tail feathers had disappeared, Feyre turned back to Rhys. “Are you ok?”

He could only nod his head, speechless at the show of power he had just witnessed.

“It’s getting dark, you’ll want to get back to the castle before dark, I don’t know if or when Hybern will return,” Feyre said.

“What about you? What will you do if he returns? I can’t leave you here alone,” Rhys protested, not wanting to leave this woman alone here.

“I’m not alone, I have the fairies to help me fend off Hybern,” she reassured him, a small smile quirking her lips at his distress.

“Then let me help you find a way to break this curse,” he begged. He couldn’t stand the thought of her being under someone else’s spell.

She regarded him one more time, this final assessment striping him down to his soul. Feyre nodded, “Alright, but only if you return to the castle at dawn.”

Rhys breathed a sigh of relief; he wouldn’t have to say goodbye to this beautiful enigma just yet. “Deal.”

Feyre’s smile full on bloomed, melting my heart and causing me to return it. “This way then, I’ll introduce you to the Fairy Queen of the Forest.”

He followed her around the edge of the lake, the smile not leaving his lips as shadows deepened around them. He wasn’t sure what he had gotten himself into, but it would all be worth it to see Feyre freed from this curse. He just hoped that she would see past his princely title and got to know the man underneath.

#acotar #feyre #rhysand #feyre x rhysand #sarah j maas

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runaway-horses · 5 years

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Rainbow Colored Love

Word Count: 1,765

A/N: Me? Self-projecting? Never. (Read; I absolutely am) This took me in a lot of directions in one day before I settled on what I have now. (Yes, I wrote this in one day, and yes, I am exhausted.) Happy Pride to everybody! This fic means a lot to me just because I made Virgil non-binary, like myself, and I hope y’all enjoy it.

Warnings: One use of the F-word, Sympathetic Deceit but he’s only mentioned twice and both times off-screen. I think that’s it? Un-beta read, all mistakes are the result of writing this past midnight.

Tags: @pippippippin, @a-cure-for-sentience, @stormcrawler75, @princeyssash, @quoth-the-sparrow, @theresneverenoughfandoms, @queer-guineapig

Virgil sits at the end of their driveway, head tilted back, eyes shut. The harsh June sun beats down on them, but Virgil is enjoying it. Normally, they would find the heat oppressive. It made wearing their signature hoodie uncomfortable (and according to Patton, dangerous) and the Florida sun was not kind on their pale skin.

But it's hard to muster up any sort of negative feelings today, not even towards the sun.

A smile splits their face as they hear the distinctive rumble of their boyfriend's car making its way down the road. Virgil sits up and squints at the dark blue van rolling to a stop in front of them. Their boyfriend steps out and runs a hand through his blue hair, missing it up. Virgil feels a pang of fondness in their chest at the very sight of him.

"Logan!" They call, standing gracefully. Logan looks over to them and he smiles big, dropping his hand. “Hello darling,” Logan greets, his eyes bright behind his glasses. Virgil walks up to him and tilts their head back to look him in the eye. As much as they liked to grumble about it (and as much as Roman teased them about it), they loved how Logan was just a head taller than them. It meant Virgil could tuck their head right under his chin and breathe in the familiar scent of their boyfriend. (It also made them feel safe, when Logan would wrap his arms around them and press a kiss to the top of their head- yeah. That was nice too.)

Logan’s hands are cool against Virgil’s warm skin as he gently cups their face and kisses their forehead. “Are you ready to go, starshine?” Virgil hums in affirmation and bounds over to the passenger side of Logan’s door, sliding into the car and ignoring Logan’s fond chuckle. Virgil tries not to bounce in their seat as Logan backs the car out of their driveway, and they reach into their pocket for their fidget spinner. They spin it around and enjoy both the motion and the whirr before turning to Logan.

“I want to dye my hair,” They say, abruptly. They’re surprised by Logan’s smile (Logan is extra smiley today, usually it takes a bit more to get their stoic boyfriend to show emotion. Although Virgil supposes they’re feeling particularly stimmy and happy today as well.)

“I had a hunch, or a hope, that you might say that. I re-did mine last night,” He gestures to the vibrant color atop his head, “And I purchased some extra dye. Did you have a particular color in mind?” Virgil hums and flicks the spinner again.

“I was thinking purple?” They say and Logan nods.

“I have a bottle of it at home. Would you like me to do that before we leave for the parade?” Virgil hums again and nods before turning to look out the window. Logan reaches for the radio and the playlist that Virgil made him for their anniversary fills the car, which causes Virgil to glance over at Logan.

I need to know

That when I fail you'll still be here, mmm

'Cause if you stick around, I'll sing you pretty sounds

And we'll make money selling your hair

He’s smiling, and after a moment he starts to song along.

I don't care what's in your hair

I just wanna know what's on your mind

I used to say I wanna die before I'm old

But because of you, I might think twice

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

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The two of them are still singing along to the playlist when Logan pulls up to his house, and they wait in the driveway until the current song finishes for Logan to turn off the car. Virgil opens the car door and follows Logan into his house. They like Logan’s house, it smells like peppermint and cinnamon and Logan’s dad is always kind to Virgil. Logan leads him into the bathroom, where there’s bottles of hair dye on the counter. Virgil spots the purple and picks it up to look at the color more closely. Vibrant Violet, the label reads. They smile at Logan and hand him the bottle. “This is good, I hope.”

Logan reaches for the latex gloves on the counter and urges Virgil to sit up on the edge of the sink so he can start on their hair.

45 minutes later, Logan is blow drying Virgil’s hair as they discuss Doctor Who and Logan is making Virgil laugh with his Intense Focus face. (Your eyebrows scrunch together and you get this really serious look on your face; it’s adorable! Sometimes you even stick your tongue out a little-hey! I’m just telling the truth!)

“All done!” Logan announces, peeling off his gloves and dropping them in the trash can. Virgil hops off the counter and turns to look in the mirror, gasping at their reflection. Their hair is a vibrant shade of purple, the bangs fluffier than usual due to its recent blow drying. They run a hand through their hair and study their reflection for a moment longer before turning around and hugging Logan.

“I love it! Thank you, Logan,” They say into his chest, and they feel themself melt a little when Logan drops a kiss on their head.

“You’re welcome dearest. Now, are you ready to get dressed? I don't want to be late.’

Virgil nods and looks at themself in the mirror one last time before grabbing their bag and darting into Logan’s bedroom, pulling their outfit out of the backpack. They’re pulling their shirt over their head when Logan enters and they smile at his tank top, which has the words “Everything is gay and nothing is binary” printed on it in blocky letters.

(It also highlights Logan’s impressive biceps and shoulders, so in no way is Virgil complaining.)

He lifts up a pallet of face paint and shakes it. "Would you paint my face for me, dear?" Virgil nods and reaches for the pallet, swatting Logan's arm when he lifts it up out of their reach. Logan laughs and hands it to Virgil, who flips open the lid with a huff. "You're lucky I love you," they mutter as they swipe color across their boyfriend's face.

"Indeed I am," Logan murmurs, leaving forward and kissing Virgil gently, trapping their hand between their chests as they melt into the kiss.

"Fuck you, Logan. Now I'm soft," They object weakly, fighting back the blush that's painting their cheeks red. "You weren't supposed to make that romantic!"

Logan pulls them closer and kisses their cheeks. "Roman must be rubbing off on me," he says. Virgil pushes him away gently, certain that they'll explode if Logan keeps kissing them.

"He's a bad influence on you, that Prince."

Virgil finishes the last swipe of blue on Logan's face, having painted two identical bi flags on either side of Logan's face.

"You're all set!" They say, admiring their work. "I can't believe I painted straight lines during this Good Gay Month."

Logan's laughs as he pulls on his combat boots. "Now who sounds like Roman?"

Virgil doesn't respond, preoccupied with their task of painting yellow, white, purple, and black stripes on their own face. When they catch Logan's eyes in the mirror, he's smiling at them.

They smile back at him, and pull back from the mirror.

"Ok, I'm ready." They say, picking up their backpack and slinging it over their shoulder.

"Let's get our gay on, shall we?"

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The entire drive, Virgil is vibrating with excited energy. They spin their fidget spinner for the entire ride, trying to settle their emotions somewhat.

When Logan parks the car at their destination, Virgil reaches into their backpack and digs around for a moment before emerging with a small pin that they fix to their shirt.

My Pronouns Are they/them/theirs.

Logan reads the white text over the non-binary flag and gives Virgil a smile filled with pride. Virgil smiles back. They've come a long way in two years, two years ago they never would've imagined being comfortable enough with themself to wear a pin like this, to have the flag so visible on their body.

They step out of the car and grasp Logan's hand as the two of them walk towards the loud and joyful sounds of the crowds. There's glitter and color and sound everywhere, and Virgil feels the tight grip of anxiety for a terrifying moment, but then Logan squeezes their hand and the crowd parts and they can breathe again.

They hear a loud shout to their left, and when they look they see Roman and Patton hanging off of each other, each decked out in Pride regalia.

"Oh my stars, Virgil! Look at you, you look wonderful!" Patton says as they get closer. Virgil smiles shyly and squeezes Logan's hand again.

"Thanks Padre. You look pretty pan-tastic yourself."

Patton screeches with joy and slaps at Roman's arm, smiling huge.

"A pun! What a pun-derful pun, thank you Vee!" Virgil smiles at their friend as he flaps his hands a little and Roman looks at his boyfriend like he hung the sun. Roman is wearing his “No Romo” shirt that Virgil gifted him when he came out to the group. (Later that night, he also admitted his squishes for Patton and Dee, and the three of them have been together since. It’s a memorable day in their friendship history for a couple reasons.)

"We're looking for Dee, but we'll see you guys once the parade starts?" Roman asks, questioning gaze lingering on Virgil.

"You will, for sure." They say, happiness bubbling in their chest as they answer. Roman smiles at them before leading Patton off, presumably in search of their third QPP.

Logan and Virgil walk hand in hand through the crowd, and they find what they deem to be a good spot to wait in for the parade to begin. Virgil takes their backpack off and reaches into it again, pulling out the finishing touch to their outfit.

The demiromantic flag unfolds, and they tie it around their shoulders resolutely. They look at Logan, pride in their eyes, and Logan kisses them.

And as Logan's fingers sink into their hair, with the rumble of people around them and their flag fluttering at their back, Virgil feels at home.

And when they break apart to walk, Virgil says a silent thank you to all those who walked before, and gave them the opportunity to be here, walking hand in hand with the boy they love.

#pride prompts #analogical #royaliceit #love athena #athena rambles #nonbinary virgil #aromantic roman #demiromantic virgil

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spacegaywritings · 4 years

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Chapter 4 CoS - Hey, there is a lost Emo in our Bathroom

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Summary: Virgil meets the last roommate! Can he stay for longer?

Tags: slight u!Roman, inappropriate comments (belittling and judging) about selfharm and mental treatment. puns (it is patton) and food mention/cooking! implied (non-descriptive) nudity, mentions of Christmas.

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After a hearty breakfast Patton had prepared for them, he had eventually gotten around to sleep a bit.

Since his work had him occupied during night, he was more of an afternoon and evening learner after all. But it wasn't as if he needed to be at work every day - on the contrary, he was usually required during evenings and special events. The flexible working times left him with enough comfortable time to dedicate to his master's thesis.

And after this, he would be allowed to counsel.

Logan had taken off to work while Virgil complied and actually went out to get medical treatment. Nobody had insisted on a hospital and he knew friends who worked in medical professions and could fix this up for him.. Or friends who knew enough about medicine because of knowing others who had studied medicine and such. Again, nobody had specified.

No need to get another file in the local hospital. His medical record must be looking like trash anyway but he was used to it. Virgil has had worse.

Another perk of being with these friends was yet again, having people understand his signs and sudden nonverbal periods due to relatability. And of course, he could easily inform his friends and family about his new home while getting his arms fixed up again.

And he got a snack, soft cuddles and some lighthearted comments during the treatment. Doctors would just ask questions and invade his privacy while friends understood his silence and his words.

What else could he ask for? It was the best if both worlds

***

Logan's day, on the other hand, had been uneventful at most. After another few hours of organising books and arranging them back into their respective shelves, he had taken a lunch break and soon after, had only a couple of hours until the mercy of finishing work.

It wasn't a bad job, boring at most, but it didn't interest or engage him enough to satisfy his intellectual hunger. On another note, he sometimes learned about new books and authors. He had seen his reading list expand extensively ever since he started working here. And it was a welcome change after hours of coding and complicated lectures on formating and such.

Being an IT student was rather challenging but he was used to the expectations and hardships of life. So he took it.

Logan had always been an engaged student because he had to. There was no other way to shine with pride and accomplishment in his upcoming if it wasn't for academic performance and an outstanding social reputation. Nothing ever mattered more than overall societal expectations. But Logan tried.

He just arrived back at home to the smell of Patton cooking.. Something. Apparently, he was still just cutting and preparing some things but the pots were ready to be used like a laid table asking to be used for a meal.

"Greetings, Patton. Has your day been enjoyable to you?", he asked, his voice strained by the length of the day he left behind him. The exhaustion from the cut short night pulled his usually rather straight shoulders into a slightly defeated slump and he needed push his lips a little in order to maintain a rather neutral expression on his face.

He wasn't upset. But he wasn't exactly pleased either. However, a bit of time to himself and some light chatter with Patton usually worked figurative miracles for his mood.

"Aw Logan!", Patton greeted much like a person who was met with a surprise pick up from the airport. He turned to face Logan who was wearing his usual attire with striped blue tie and black shirt. Patton had gifted him the new tie after going to college and Logan had never worn any tie as much as this one, even going so far as to throw his other light blue tie away and instead get a second one looking a lot like the one Patton had gifted him.

Somehow, Logan always looked the same but at the same time, he didn't. Patton found that there was always something special about his friend and after years of growing up together, he was still surprised about some things.

"I started cooking but Virgil came and said he would help me as soon as he is done in the bathroom", he informed him, his mouth pushing its corners to the sides into a little smile. "Oh, I also napped and wrote a couple of pages but not much. I bet tomorrow will be a better day for writing so I went shopping for groceries instead. I got some fish, I know you don't enjoy eating every kind of fish but I promise you will like this one!"

Logan felt the dragging sensation in his heart fade into a warm feeling similar to the realisation of having been blanketed during sleep.

Patton was usually the only one to ever make him feel this warm. Well, not entirely. But Patton did it with such ease, just by paying attention to him and deeming him important enough to be considered in his daily life choices.

He didn't deserve such a good friend, at least that's what he thought. Patton wouldn't make such an effort for him if he didn't think it fit.

The ginger man in yet another of his cat sweaters flashed him a smile, revealing his white teeth.

"How was your day? You don't seem so happy", he said, voice thin as glass as he abandoned the cutting board and wiped his hands on the plaid apron as he approached him with a certain precision in his step.

Logan let his shoulders slump, sighing quietly before he decided to meet Patton halfway.

"I'm happy now that you're around", Logan spoke quietly into Patton's neck as the two shared a warm embrace that lasted for several moments. The taller man squeezed him and gently run a hand over his back as if to soothe out the wrinkles of of emotional uncertainties and straighten his mood. Funnily enough, the warmth of Patton's hand moving over his backside had Logan let out a soft sight as he melted into the accepting hug.

Only Patton hugged like he understood all your pain. Only Patton gave, you embraces that traded your trouble with his undying love and passion for you and your wellbeing. His hugs only went as far as you let them and adjusted to your feelings. It was almost as if Logan was the only one to matter in this hug.

"Logan, I'll always be there for you" he promised softly as his arms gently moved so he could release the reluctant nerd from his arms. "Please go change. I will make us some tea and if you want, we can have some cuddles later. The Prince of our dreams should be on his way, too! That means happy friend time together!"

Patton's voice nearly flashed over into inaudible squeals as he offered Logan another freckled smile. The IT student returned it and straightened his posture again. Apparently, his life energy was back on and he felt empowered to continue his daily challenges to survive once more.

"That sounds like an adequate plan, Patton", Logan remarked softly and turned to leave to his room. Once there, he noted to get a mattress ready for Virgil. It wasn't the most dignified way of sleeping but the couch didn't seem as comfortable as a mattress on the floor.

Logan loosened his tie and glanced over it, his face softening as he fondly remembered the treasure of Patton's gift to him. He had never felt as liberated by a material object placed into his possessions. Well, almost. The key to this flat and the one before he had shared with Patton alone had been one of the most motivating things he had ever received. Up until today he had never felt quite as much joy as when he and Patton had shared another hug over their own home and first time "adulting" as Patton had phrased it.

Logan undressed with a smile and decided to wear simple black sweatpants and one of his christmas sweaters. It was a special edition inspired by an artistic movement. The shapes and colours always appealed to his aesthetic standards and eased him up. Knowing that he was immersed by appreciation of culture, Logan felt comforted and understood.

It felt silly to him to find understanding in a piece of multi-coloured fabric but Patton had insisted how feelings were valid and sometimes everyone found delight or asylum in the strangest activities or things.

Who was to judge anyway?

Logan pulled out one of his little notebooks and settled at his wooden desk for a moment. The book was a simply dark blue with a single black stripe on the left side of the hardcover. The pages inside were smooth, the yellowish tinted colour made it easier for him to read and reduced the contrast to his ink blue writing.

Logan grabbed his ink pen and opened the journal at his last entry. His silver metal book mark was softly nudged off the page as his eyes glanced over his last entry. Before work he had added notes on the previous day, especially the night. The fact that Virgil would probably live with them for a while was already tattooed onto the pages.

Soaking up the truth, the pages started accepting more ink as Logan refreshed his journal information by adding today's events to it.

Others would call the lined piece of private information a diary but Logan didn't like the implication of it. While he didn't judge diaries nor their owners either, the student personally didn't associate with the ideas of writing down his feelings in a one-sided conversation like a therapy session with a wall. It made him feel like a forgotten statue in the middle of a city square that nobody spared a moment to look at.

Logan easily finished his little entry and felt the heavy weight of burdening memories and nasty social interactions flow from his head and heart into the ink he spilled all over the pages.

Well, tea should be ready soon and Logan only had one more little addition. His hands pulled out another book from his dash under literally any over piece of paper he could have found and deemed important enough to be kept in his desk's drawer. It slipped from his fingers and onto the table, next to the journal he had left open for the blue ink to dry into its pages.

Logan skipped through a couple of pages - by all means, they weren't many just yet - until he found his last entry, marked with a little post he had cut into a sort of page marker. The orange paper was a stark contrast to the purple writing in his little book. His journal was half the size of a regular college block while this notebook was about half the journal's size.

Logan started writing under the little category he had started on this page specifically.

"Experiment : How to calm down Virgil (ticks and numbers for tested methods according to rate of success)"

***

While Logan was writing down his observations and inferences, Roman arrived back home.

The actor let the door click shut and immediately started taking, his feet in eternal motion as he matched forward. Did he stop at the door to close it or did he just walk it off until it complied and shut itself?

"Good afternoon, mortal vessels", he exclaimed as he strode forward.

Patton turned around from his cutting board, moving so quickly he dropped his knife and heard it rattle on its way into the metal body of the sink. The ginger giant wiped the juice of the cut vegetables on his white and red apron and attempted to follow Roman, calling out to him.

"Wait, Roman!", he tried again, his voice growing thin as he attempted at catching up to him on time but the fancy man disappeared into the bathroom with a dismissive wave.

At once, the tall statue and broad shoulders, which were hidden under the white dress shit and blue jeans he was wearing, disappeared behind the white door and Patton couldn't help but stop. What if Roman was changing? Or Virgil? He couldn't just chime in as well? Why didn't Virgil lock the door!?

Silence.

Patton didn't know what was happening behind the doors and neither was Roman when he started unbuttoning his shirt with his right while his left pulled the bathroom door by its handle until it, too, shut.

He looked at the figure in front of him, shirtless and bending over the sink as he seemed to do something with his incredibly arms.

OH. Those weren't pale arms, those were bandages. What did a man with bandages and no shirt on do in their bathroom?

Virgil had looked up by now.

The sound of Patton's repetitive calls had eventually reached him through his headphones and he had pulled them down with one hand while his teeth clenched around the last bit of bandage he had to tie together with the start of his little injury wrapping.

When Roman entered, he had stared at him like a wild animal about to meet the headlights of a car for the first time. His body crouched further over his right arm as if to protect the patched up mess. He also seemed to inch behind the sink instead of vaguely standing in before it and leaning over the porcelain white half egg.

"Patton, Logan. Why is there a shirtless emo in the bathroom?", he asked, his voice dropping down into the basement along with his tactfullness as he glanced over the man again.

The punk - punk! not emo, tried to disappear into himself as Roman's eyes roamed over him again and he mused getting a shirt to cover up but turning around to show his back wasn't really the option. He couldn't lose sight of Roman. That... He just couldn't. On the other hand, he also couldn't really let go to get something like his jacket or the shirt he had brought to wear after his shower. The bandage still needed to be tied up and looking away wasn't going to work.

Patton knocked on the door to let Roman know he was there and the tanned man let go off the handle he had forgotten about.

Sure thing Patton couldn't open the door with his arm still pulling it shut. The giant might be strong enough but the door presumably wasn't.

"Roman!", Patton complained against until he felt the pulling weight in the other side of the door being gone and he finally got to pull the door open and join in, immediately falling against the actor in his clumsy haste.

"Patton, please don't tell me this is one of your mental house experiments again. I'm done with this. I just came from work and I need a shower, I really don't wanna deal with your self harm recovery programmes or whatever. Not right now."

Patton looked at his roommate, his eyes nearly petrifying as he found the others face to be laced with furrowed eyebrows and a pulled together mouth, lips sharp and nose fed up.

Virgil had taken the moment to simply throw a jacket over his body and put the first aid supplies back into the little red bag Patton had instructed him to locate and make use of in the bathroom.

He zipped up, not caring about the loose bandage ends and instead shoved the things back into their place in the little cupboard over the sink. He shut the tiny white doors that had little white sea life painted over them and used the nearby light switch to turn off the fairy lights draped over the wooden furniture over his head.

In mere seconds, Virgil had reduced his claimed space into the mere minimum of his slim body while Logan joined their little pity party.

He was so glad he was at least wearing his jacket. He had wanted to wear a shirt but that level of comfort was buried beneath the weight of heavy rocks Roman had exploded into his little bed of hope as he had chimed into the room and claimed to be more significant.

"I'm not a fucking experiment, Princey", he hissed as he held his right arm and glared liquid fire at the other man.

Princey, that must have been the most ironic name of mockery Roman had ever been called. It definitely referred to the little crown he was proudly presenting in his nearly void black hair. The man in question let out a huff, his dark, curvy eyebrows creating a sharp angle to his eyes as he glared back at the intruder.

"Excuse me, I forgot the part where I addressed you, emo nightmare!", he barked back and Virgil omniously seemed to shrink away for a moment.

"Pardon me", a voice spoke. The soothing sound of cool water from a forest's river bled into the heated atmosphere between them and Patton stepped back to make space between him and Roman for the ever composed master head to take a moment in their space. "Roman, I suppose you could make space for our guest to return to his room. Virgil needs to stay with us for a little while and living together requires compromises on both sides."

The enraged man looked at the taller nerd, a blank expression in his face as he swallowed back a compliment and gritted his teeth n Another huff, another step and he was out of the bathroom. The arms crossed over his chest, he glared back at the emo who ducked down and was carefully resocialised by Patton's assuring words by slow gestures.

While the duo in the bathroom cleared up the space, Logan and Roman walked over to the latter man's room and closed the door behind them. Before Roman found the time to speak, Logan had already lifted his flat hand for him to indicate silence.

Rubbing his temples with his ink-tainted finger tips, he adjusted his glasses and looked back at his other roommate.

"Apologies for my choice of words but your actions and words were quite inadequate and had me a little....", he trailed off, looking for a suitable word to tailor his sentence according to his attention, "irritated." He briefly glanced at Roman and let out a sigh.

"Patton and I wanted to ask you in peace whether you could bear with me having a guest for a few days or weeks. My friend seems to be unable to return to his previous home - I will personally stand against him pursuing any intention of going there again if I must - and needs shelter for until he has found a more appropriate residence that comes closer to valuing human dignity. "

Logan wasn't quite done as he indicated with yet another glance to Roman. When he wanted to, the computer enthusiast had quite the icy teacher glare in his eyes and he was less than afraid to use it. Roman keeps his pretty mouth shut despite his cheek bones resting back together like a proud lion brooding over a way to get a prey other than the one who had just escaped his hungry claws.

"It would be kind of you to approve of this arrangement. While we cannot force you and would not, it could speak for your character to show some compassion for him or at least give him time to prove himself of a worthy guest. I will give you the benefit of the doubt and until tomorrow after work to decide. Until then, please behave. He and Patton wanted to cook and you know our Patton needs to have his down time before going to work. "

With that, Logan stopped and looked at the slightly smaller man, his icy eyes unreadable as he bore his look into the auburn orbs of the slightly exotic looking actor. Roman sighed and turned away.

Logan's tension disappeared from his shoulders and he ran another hand through his dirty blonde hair.

"Thank you for considering it Roman. I will consult him about how to lock the bathroom while we prepare dinner. Coffee will be ready for you."

With that, Logan turned around as well and their backs faced one another for a brief moment before Logan left through the wooden door.

Things with Roman were certainly too emotional for him to deal with.

Logan felt a tug at his heart as he returned to the kitchen which was open to the living room and connected the three other rooms with respective little hall ways inbetween. It wasn't the kitchen that made him feel the weird emptiness coming back at him but it was the spacey room being void of his best friend and also free of any Virgil. The promised coming seemed off or at least delayed.

Logan was hungry.. But the prospect of late to no food at all didn't seem to struck him with too much interest. He felt his heart pounding from his little outburst at Roman and the missing comfort from the others. There was no soothingly casual joke coming from Virgil and there was no soft part and cooling tide of emotions coming from Patton.

Logan moved on his body's accord, just following patterns of routine such as visiting the bathroom for no apparent reason and doing his business before washing his hands. It felt dull. He hated the end of November.

It was when he was about to exit the bathroom that his ears were allowed to catch a bit of the sweet sweet sound of little giggles that could only come from their pure Christian angel.

This home's personal angel was Patton. He wasn't just a ginger giant and the tallest of the group, meaning he outgrew Logan and could stuck his tongue out at his nose. He was also a to-be therapist who was already accepted in a special training to get his license right after his master's thesis would be approved of. Logan and he were bestest friends ever since they had met and for some reason, the little sunshine had always tried to accommodate Logan, no matter how weird and shy the nerd had seemed to be.

Patton was known to him as calmest and most soothing person. Whenever he was in pain, Patton seemed to ease up his burning issues and make his urge to cry disappear into thin air.

They had grown up tigether and eventually close and when Patton went to college, he soon went after him and they moved together until they met Roman and decided to share their space.

Patton had brought Roman into the group because Patton was the sunshine who illuminated every person on this world but even a sunshine wasn't fallible.

Right now, it was their second year together and Logan and Roman kept colliding in harmless to slightly less harmless disputes over nothing and everything. He didn't even know whether Roman really enjoyed living together but sometimes.. Sometimes there were moments in which it felt as if they had known one another for lives, even longer and more than Patton and he did. But these moments disappeared as soon as they appeared and Logan was usually left feeling like this.

But this was the end of November again so it just felt worse to him.

He wondered whether Roman felt bad about their arguments and confrontations too. Sometimes Patton would scold them like an angry parent. Sometimes it would take a soft nudge from him to have both apologise. But.. More often than not, Roman came back and apologised and with every time he did, it felt as if there was less regret between them but, in a way, still a broader chasm.

Maybe Logan needed to know people more. Perhaps he should try harder.

He could ask Patton for help. Or.. Not. The IT student would ponder on it.

Right now, Logan wanted to follow the heaven's bells that seemed to let their sounds echo through his home and he carefully moved out of the bathroom, his legs moving on their own. This time he didn't follow his prepared autopilot but his pure instinct.

When he pushed the door out of his sight, he could see, obstacle-free. Virgil and Patton were together by now. It was odd to see so much sweater in so little room but the two seemed comfortable and he himself felt warmed from the inside just by seeing them curl into themselves in open giggles.

Apparently, the whole thing seemed like water under the bridge for now.

Logan carefully approached them and Patton's face lit up, his chuckling mouth retreating to a wide smile as he opened his arms.

"Logan, did you know Virgil speaks other languages?", he asked, his eyes sparkling like puffing stars and his cheeks showing off little dimples as his skin stretched over his freckled face. Patton pulled at something and gave Logan a look, the glass green eyes awaiting yet promising as he stepped back and continued.

"He is multilinguini!", he said as he pulled out a little pack of pasta and Logan honestly didn't know whether to laugh or cry but his heart made a little jump and Virgil seemed to have a hard time keeping his lopsided grin hidden behind his long sleeves of the old, zipped up jacket he was wearing.

The sound of Patton's open laughter and Virgil's muffled giggles filled Logan with warmth and he let his lips eventually deflate into the softest of smiles his dark eyes filled with a rare bonfire compassion as he nodded.

"I'm sure he is", Logan said. If it made them all happy, he would let the dad joke slide for a moment. "But please tone down on the puns, Patton" he asked yet his smile gave him away.

Patton's glass eyes seemed to gleam in conspiracy and he winked before turning to Virgil who clutched his stomach like an important item about to be robbed off him. He was struggling to stand up straight again but the massive wave of giggles roaring through his body and rattling that flesh container seemed to cease enough for him to eventually straighten his posture and riffle through his dampened hair.

"Virgil, I am sorry about his terrible puns", Logan started with the perfect imitation of a selfsuffering frown wrinkling into his face as he attempted at sounding upright and apologetic about Patton.

The psychology student flashed Logan a smirk that understood him and teased his dynamic enough for Virgil to ease up and gave Logan a slight nod in reply.

"I suppose I gotta get through this", he mused, the tone of his voice experimental as he started. An eel wiggle smile was on his lips and he leaned back against the counter as of he was considering an offer and he needed to play it off as cool. But in a professional way. "I promised to help him and Logan", he whispered, carefully leaning in and giving Patton another side glance before he averted his gaze and looked at his colleague, "if I don't make it, at least you'll be safe from his dad jokes for another day.."

Logan gave Virgil a stone hard look but Patton and Virgil knew the jelly beneath his pretended hardness as Logan backed away and sighed, the little smile playing on his lips never leaving.

It had to be the warmth in this room that had Logan smile so easily as if he was butter melting in sun.

It was the end of November and.. Logan felt like this year was even more manageable than the last one.

"Hold on", he advised seriously and gave Virgil an approving nod before leaving again. Before he entered the bathroom to take the shower he had now realised his routine had expected him to take, he gave the two another look as Patton placed the pasta aside and Virgil pushed his sleeves up just enough for his slightly yellowish hands to show before he disappeared into the task of cutting some more peppers.

Logan was filled with a grey fog as he descended into the shower, the door behind him locked as he moved on autopilot. He didn't know what it was but a certain feeling of warmth had him assume that whatever this feeling was, it had to be good rather than bad. If he was in any place to judge whether a feeling could have traits like this.

***

"That was nice Patton, thank you a lot", Roman said and Logan nodded softly while Virgil was curled up in his chair under Patton's stretched out arms as the ginger pulled the dishes close to his body and carried them over to the sink.

"Actually, Virgil did the cooking, mostly. I didn't even know about this kind of dish but we shared ideas this morning. I just assisted him a little and showed him where the things are", he clarified as he started cleaning the dishes and the punk in question carefully picked up the abandoned cups and some stray cutlery Patton had overlooked or not bothered picking up since it was clean.

He carried the things over and added the dirty things to Patton's little pile of clean-up he had to finish before work. The giant gave him a bright smile and a little nod but as he tried to raise his arms from the soap water, the raising bubbles and sudden notion of wet hugs being uncomfortable made him drop his shoulders back into place.

"Well, Virgil, thank you for turning fish into a considerable meal to eat", Logan concluded after cleaning his mouth with a little napkin. He, too, rose zu his feet and cleared up the other napkins to throw them away. It was kind of his they did things here.

Virgil stood next to Patton. He seemed a little like Waldo but zoomed in on him and terribly out of context. Logan was walking over and passed him as he reached over to dispose the bundle of trash in his hands.

Roman turned to them and eventually sighed before speaking up.

"I'm sorry I said these mean things."

Virgil turned around and watched the man while Patton gave a soft hum. Logan simply gazed over Roman, something in his strict teacher features softening.

"I just.. Our department has budget issues and they need more money for the upcoming play and it is cool that we are all trying to make the best of it but not enough people fund us or visit the performances so everyone's bonus money is delayed until after New Year's Eve. I don't know whether I can go back for the holidays and be with my family and I'm stressed and upset about that. "

He sighed again, his hands holding his forehead as he pushed his hair out of his face again.

" But that isn't your fault and I shouldn't have been like this to you just because I'm stressed and I'm sorry. "

Virgil stated at the other for a while and his lips seemed heavier than led as his wary orbs eyed the miserable blop of arbitrariness at the table. His mind played ping pong with ideas from storming off over shrugging at him to just saying" whatever ". All the while, his mind screeched red blinking warnings at him that popped up like a bunch of porn ads when visiting these shady websites for pirating a game or show.

The guest simply turned around to start drying the dishes Patton had left on the rack to simply finish themselves. But the friendly giant didn't protest. He respected the tension in the room and carefully nudged Virgil's left shoulder instead. For some reason, Virgil was standing to Patton's right instead of the left which would have been right before the drying rack where Logan was standing. The nerd noted the action with his calculating eyes.

Virgil needed to keep his hands busy, his right half covered in his purple black wretched jacket that looked more like hand dyed plaid patches than the original piece of clothing. Maybe the sewing streaks were all to keep it together. But they seemed to collectively make up a sort of aesthetic that seemed to fit Virgil's usually black lines eyes and the purple hair.

"Did you try fundraising with something like a baking sale or just asking for apprentices, trainees or volunteer workers to help out?" The punk turned around but barely acknowledged that Roman had shifted into a rather upright position in order to sink his auburn eyes into his soul. " I mean, I don't know what the fuck you're doing anyway or where but maybe that could help. "

He shrugged again and Roman opened his eyes as Virgil turned back to the drying cutlery he seemed in need to dry. The little guy thre another glance over his shoulder but didn't spare Roman another look after this. His honey eyes were trained in the task at hand, literally. Meanwhile, Logan had decided to put the plates back into their original spot in the cupboard.

"I mean.. I-I could ask my boss and just propose those ideas. It's better than not un t but I don't know whether it can change a thing."

Roman fidgeted with his hands as the merciless back faced his pleading face. This guy was new to him and so was the situation.

Finally, Patton chimed in.

" We could organise a baking sale! Aw, that'd would be so cool! ", he squealed out in excitement. The ginger clapped his hands together and his race looked like a fit up birthday cake with tons of candles. "I could bake with you or alone - you don't have to! But it would be so cool because Christmas is coming up anyway and I reeeally wanna bake biscuits and decorate gingerpals!"

Logan placed his hands on Patton's shoulders and carefully tugged him from the kitchen and over to his room.

" Patton, let us talk about Christmas baking when the time has come. For now, we shouldn't hold you off getting to work. "

The walking hug sweater of pastel quickly nodded and disappeared into his room before he came out just a few moments after, a sports bag strapped over his shoulder.

What kind of work required him to come in late anyway? Was he a host or server or something? Maybe a bouncer but he didn't look intimidating enough. Then again, Virgil didn't know him enough to be able to judge this.

Instead, he waved and Patton pulled everyone into a hug, even lifting the sitting Roman a little in the process before leaving with another cheerful sound of affection.

This man was like a marshmallow snowflake in human form but with natural freckles and a lot of fairy lights.

"We can have a film night this weekend! Love you, kids! Don't stay up too long!"

And with that, the sweater man was gone.

Even after the hug Virgil was burning inside and he felt somewhat sick of humanity. Maybe he did have too much interaction with more or less strangers for the day. University and all the stress paired with these situations really had him exhausted.

Or so he thought.

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Logic and the Dragon

There is no scheduled updating for this. don't worry about spelling mistakes it takes a while to realize that a word is wrong sometimes its right and it to me just looks wrong. if you see a word that is generally wrong you can tell me about it. this is posted on here (tumblr), wattpad and soon archive of our own this is where they will be only posted by me if it is anywhere else its not me.

Prologe

Chapter 1: L

“5 Years had passed, and the eldest prince had given up all hope that someone would come and break the spell but what he didn’t know could change his life forever.”

The day that everything started to change was on the 19th of December as young man came out of a old renaissance styled house which was different to the others within this village as the other houses were more modern less details and stone on them, but that is what made that house the most beautiful. The man who had left this house was wearing a plain black shirt with a deep blue ascot wrapped around his neck which had lighter blue stripes on the fabric, he was wearing black lose fitting trousers along with black riding boot and within his hands was a small basket with a light purple cloth over the top.

As he exited the garden and was closing the rusting gate that moan in protest of being moved back and forth. When he turned around, he was greeted by the one person he wanted to avoid today, he is a long white haired nuisance according to our friend dressed in black as this guy always dressed in a white suit with blue trimmings and doesn’t go anywhere with out his purple hair tie that is adorned with yellow stars. His snow skin was wearing a smile that could out smile the Cheshire cat, along with his eyes blue and amber looked at our boy like he was prey to be caught.

“Logan where are you off to this fine morning?” this man had put on a sickly sweet voice as if he was mocking Logan because he doesn’t show emotion to the people in the village including him but, only his family and friends know that Logan does but he closes himself off to strangers or people he deems as a threat.

“that, Jack. Is none of your business.” Was what Logan had replied with his voice void of emotions as he looked at this whitette from the side of his eyes as he moved along to the stables that belonged to the house hold to get his horse which he named Angel who was a black horse with white hair and has saved him a few time when he would wonder and almost fall down ditches because he was so far way in a book. Some would say that the horse is like a human because it never leaves his side for anything unless Logan was inside or in town as Angel knew that there were certain boundaries that it couldn’t cross which is odd for a horse; plus Angel could be mean to people who annoy their master, and a mean horse they are. Jack has had several run-ins with this horse mainly because he has tried to sneak in to the house through the stables and Angel has thwarted him several time to the point that they can just look at Jack and he would back off sometimes.

Logan had made his way to his horse, placing the basket down next to the coal horse, then he brought over the saddle and reigns over as she let him put them on her as this horse watched the idiotic man child try to sneak over to their master, once the saddle was on it stood out from the horse as it was a light brown with little dark blue swirls this saddle as Logan picked up the blue reigns which Angel let him put on as he finish she flicked her tail to hit Logan which it did it wasn’t hard it was like a gentle tap it was their way of telling him that the wimpy snowman was still there watching him.

“Jack please if you don’t mind I have somewhere to be. Also, don’t you have something better to do with your time than following me in the shadows?” There was slight irritation in his voice as he continued doing which was just him picking the basket up from the hay covered floor, putting his boot on to the iron stirrup and hosted himself up swinging his right leg over the nightmare horse’s back seating himself properly so that he wouldn’t be uncomfortable during his long journey. While Logan was doing all this Jack was having a staring contest with Angel which unsettled him, while they were having a staring contest a older man came in, in a slight rush thought he did stop to give noodle snowman a strange look as he stared down the proud horse.

“Logan, so glad that I have caught you before you rode out; I wanted to give you your cloak back, it’s as good as new.” came the caring voice of his dad he had wavy brown hair swooped over to the right and a white top that was a bit worn down but this was his creating top along with the worn trouser and black shoes; His face had a tiny bit of makeup on . The cloak he was holding was the one that he got Logan for his birthday it was a shimmering silver that had a royal blue ribbon and a light blue sprinkling of glitter.

“Ah Dad you managed to fix it, thank you.” Was the exchange between Logan and his father as he reached for the fabric and swooped it around his shoulders and tied it down with a double bow, he then proceeded to pull the bits of the cloak that were designed to go over his shoulder in place, next was to make sure that the hood was loose and free so that he could bring it over his head in case it started raining, snowing or if it is just cold all together which it might be. While Logan was fixing his cloak the owner of the house and Logan’s dad friend who has let them stay with them entered the stable with his own cloak on which was pure white and if you hit it in the right angle it shimmers creating a rainbow.

“Logan, before you ride out remember what I told you.” His hair swung over his face and he held a gentle smile as his chocolate eyes sparkled with knowing what is really happening but is must playing along so that they don’t catch on.

“yes, Thomas I know. I will be back within two weeks if not then you can come find me, but I should be back by then.” Logan then nodded his head to Thomas he had a small gentle smile on his face and his eyes shone with pride and caring for his small but make shift family. this is what Jack is pursuing he wants to see what lies behind the mask his one love wears, though his presence for the moment is forgotten about , he takes in the fact that Thomas is dressed to leave and go somewhere even if it is in town he never goes anywhere without it; there has been speculation that he wears it inside and out, Jack is starting to believe that those whispers are true.

“I'm off and Jack if you follow me I’ll make sure that everyone never sees you again.” Though this was a threat there was no violence around the words they were once again monotoned towards this man child. The sparkle had vanished from his eyes and all that was left was an empty almost glossy stare. Jack moved out of the way as he didn’t want the devil horse as he would call her to harm him. As Logan skilfully trotted with Angel out of the stable and down the cobble path and through the village he waved good bye to his friends; Lilly who is a strong woman with straight black hair and a black ribbon holding it out of her eyes as she was giving motivational advise to Logan and his other friends Jon and Dodie who is the towns musician and is the first person in town to have a musical career and their own instruments. Jon is one of the most kindest people in the village but no one has gotten in his way as he unknown to those outside his friends group has a way with magic but its only influences it makes them believe that who ever it effects has come up with the idea. Their goodbyes were quick as they had discussed the day before what was going to happen so that if they didn’t see each other they knew that Logan had left.

It wasn’t long in Logan’s journey that he got to the vast forest and he took the path towards his friend the one that only him and his dad could see. The tree‘s branches hung low just above Logan’s head creating an arch like a grand hallway with patches of the sunrays hitting the trail making it look new like it’s the first time anyone has gone this way before; even though it is a well-travelled route.

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As Logan left Jack thought about how this would happen around this time of year, as his love would go to the other village to collect things for his father and the owner of the oldest house in the village.

“so, what is Logan collecting for you this time?” the way this was spoken sounded like he was accusing them of always sending out his smart love out for things that fits them and not him. While he spoke this he folded his noodle arms across his chest waiting for an answer of the two men.

“Logan is visiting his friend in another village as it is there birthday soon and he wanted to be with them, also if you are also wondering he is going to be gone for almost two weeks as he is going almost three villages over.” This was the house owners reply to this child who wants everything plus Logan wanted to do some exploring who were they to stop him also most of that sentence wasn’t all a lie Logan was going to celebrate a birthday but it was today and its not three villages over it was told because he didn’t want this snowflake man to follow him otherwise Logan’s plan would have been ruined.

“wait you let him go alone, Thomas you of all people know that there are wolves in the forest. He could get hurt.” Shouted jack as he balled his hands as he unfolded them placing them at his side. His eyes held unknown rage for the two men, who would let his love go out on a journey on his own. This comment seemed to make Thomas scowl scrunching his face in at the ignorance of this man child to assume that the beautiful Logan who to Thomas is family since they came to this place.

“how would you know that Logan can’t take care of himself all you ever do is treat him like he’s glass, don’t you ever think that he would want more” panting he built up just enough courage to whisper. ”and for your information Logan can perfectly take care of himself, trust me, I know.”

With this said the whiteite turned around with a huff, after arguing with the village medic. Stomping his way back into the main part of the village to meet with his laky who will always cheer him up on days like today. Making his way into the big building decorated in carved wooden pillars.

#logicandthedragon #logince #moxiety #remy sanders #roman sanders #au #patton sanders #logan sanders #thomas sanders #this mess of a fic #virgil sanders

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bi-bi-richie · 6 years

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FUCK please write a fic based on Apartment - Modern Baseball!!!! I've been wanting that for so long but I can't write shit so yeah

I’m SO sorry this took so long!! I was doing so much but it’s here and it’s kinda long! I really liked this prompt and the song was super cool! Thank you for sending it in! Playlist, prompt list

Richie laughs to himself in his head. Of course, I tag along for some loser game night with Bill and end up falling for the cutest boy I’ve ever seen.

Game nights were boring if you ask Richie. He’s not much of a board game person so any time his friend Bill invited him to go, he’d decline. Every time he said no, Bill left a note on the table with the address to the apartment they’d be playing at, just in case he changed his mind. Whenever Richie saw it he rolled his eyes and threw it away. He doesn’t like game nights and he won’t be attending one, ever.

So, it’s kind of weird that he’s walking single file behind Bill and Stan into the apartment they share their game nights on. Truth be told, Richie lost a bet. Not to get too into the bet or anything, but Richie ended up with a sprained wrist and ankle. So now he’s happily limping into the apartment of a complete stranger.

“Geez, Big Bill, you could’ve at least told me who owns this art gallery.” He grumbles, looking at how neat the place is with expensive looking paintings hung around.

“Personally, I think it’s too small to be an art gallery, but considering that was the only insult you could think of I’d imagine you’ve never been to one,” A voice snaps at him. Richie can’t see the person who said that to him, but he sure did like the thrill of being challenged. He stepped away from behind Bill to catch a glimpse of the sharp-mouthed boy, but when his eyes landed on them, he couldn’t speak.

The boy was actually, in Richie’s opinion, not tall enough to be a man. He had neat, soft-looking brown hair that Richie almost reached out to touch. His face was something remarkable, he had the prettiest freckles dancing across his face, and his eyes. He’s never seen anyone with such beautiful, expressive doe eyes. His lips were shining from what Richie can only imagine was chapstick that was applied earlier. Not to mention the way he dressed had Richie swooning. He wore an oversized white hoodie with a rainbow stripe across it that hung off his shoulders and was tucked into his shorts. Oh god, the way these shorts had Richie feeling should be illegal. They were simple red running shorts but they were so so short and tight on the smaller figure.

Before Richie can say anything, the boy is walking away from him. It’s just as well though, Richie couldn’t muster up the courage to say a single word anyway.

He doesn’t stand there with his mouth gaping for long though, eventually, Bill slaps his hand onto Richie’s shoulder and starts dragging him towards the table where they are setting up a game. Richie continues to stay silent but he keeps his eye on new people he sees, and maybe see that boy again.

“Alright guys, this is my friend Richie,” Bill gestured to Richie beside him, “Richie this is everyone.”

“You already know Stan and Bev.” Stan gave him a glance and Bev shot him a smile.

“So this is Mike.” Mike smiled warmly and waved.

“That’s Ben.” Ben also waved from beside Mike.

“And you already met-”

“Me.” A voice speaks up from between Stan and Bev. It’s the same boy from before, he’s holding a bowl of chips with a smug look on his face. Richie can’t bring himself to say a single word once again.

“I’m Eddie, roommates with Ben.” He sticks his hand out for Richie to shake, which he does but surprisingly slowly. He feels his cheeks head up with embarrassment, he never acts this way, and from the look on Bill’s face, everyone can tell something is up. He’s gotta say something, right?

“I’m Richie, but you can call me the man of your dreams.” He blurts, yet it was smoother than he thought it would be. Despite how smooth it came out, he got a scowl from Eddie.

“Cute. If only half the population of New York didn’t hear it before me.” Richie was speechless yet again, but he didn’t have time to save himself because Eddie had moved the conversation on himself.

“Let’s just get playing.”

I still stand by what I said, Richie thought, game nights are stupid. He can practically feel the boredom seeping all throughout his skin. Scrabble was already a boring game, but watching people play it was even worse. Naturally, he wasn’t going to play himself so he couldn’t spice up the game with a few words Ben had deemed “naughty”.

“Seriously you could just make prostate right there!” He cried out watching from behind Bill.

“Beep beep Richie!” Bev retorted at him from across the table. The annoyed statement got a laugh from Eddie who sat next to her.

“Beep beep Richie? Is that like some sort of off button for you?” He snorts, but Richie barely even takes in his teasing. His small smile is so cute, the way his nose scrunches up and how his eyes smile with his mouth. It’s almost enough to take his breath away. So he says something stupid.

“There are other ways to shut me up.” He says with a playful tone. Of course, the one time he meant kissing, it sounds dirty as hell.

“That’s fucking disgusting!” He yells from his seat. He covers his face with his hands and groans in disgust. Richie’s whole face turns pink but yet again, he can’t find the words to explain himself. Then there’s a sudden outburst from Stan who has barely even spoken a word.

“That’s not how you fucking spell thief, William!” It’s spelled t-h-e-i-f.

“Like hell, it isn’t!” Bill cries out.

“He’s right, Bill.” Mike laughs out from his seat looking down at the board game.

“I after e except after c.” Ben gently corrects. Bev snickers and leans over to add a c.

“T-h-c-e-i-f.” She proclaims loudly.

“No!” Half the table yells at once. They all continued to argue until Eddie stood up from his seat and crossed his arms.

“Alright idiots,” he said, rolling his eyes, “I’m off to bed. I swear to god if any of you guys wake me up, there will be hell to pay.”

He says all of it while watching Richie with a close eye. It puts a lump in Richie’s throat that he certainly won’t swallow any time soon. Without another word, Eddie turns around and pads down a dark hallway to his room. As Richie watches him leave, he can’t help but feel he annoyed Eddie away.

…

Staring at the floor when walking is dangerous, yet Richie can’t exactly get himself to look up. He’s vaguely watching the two footsteps of Bill and Stan ahead of him but his eyes are low. He has his hands in his front pocket and his shoulders look like they’re caught mid-shrug. He kicks rocks he comes across and stays completely silent. Bill and Stan don’t say anything about it though, if anything, Bill is talking about how he thinks Mike is cute and Stan is agreeing.

Richie is thinking about a cute boy too, someone he fucked his chances up with, or that’s what he thinks. Mentally, he’s pulling at his hair and scolding himself for saying anything at all to the handsome boy. Fuck, Rich, he curses, he’s so far out of your league, the fact that I even said anything is… soul crushing.

Unless Eddie wasn’t out of his league, now that’s a thought that leaves Richie starry-eyed. Maybe… Maybe I’m out of his league, but he’s in mine, who says I can’t get there, right?

“I fucking got it!” He shouted before hitting his face into a pole.

…

Its been three days since Richie has seen Eddie. Three days of devising a plan that any normal person could’ve probably come up within three hours. But Richie, always the precise planner, went over every detail and event that could occur in which this all goes to shit. Three days, and yet in those three days, Richie did not sleep for a wink.

He laid in bed and dreamed with his eyes open about the sassy boy who he desperately wants to make out with. He’s been feeling pretty miserable about it too, he’s still got five days until the next game night. How did it get this bad? This has never happened with a crush before. No matter which crush he had in high school he still slept through every class. Now he’s in college and can’t sleep for shit over some boy. But he’s not “some boy”. He’s Eddie, and Eddie isn’t “some boy”.

He’s laying in bed now, staring at the ceiling thinking about when game night will come back around and what exactly he’ll say. He did this the night before too, he’s had imaginary conversations with Eddie that have gone as far as them making out and going on dates. Its left him with this imaginary way Eddie will respond and talk, but damn does he love it.

Richie tosses in his bed to face the wall that’s covered with band posters and a calendar from two years ago. Five more days of this and he’ll surely be asleep before he can speak a word to Eddie. He’s tried sleeping methods too, warm milk, the four-seven-eight method, relaxing music, etc.

Seriously, I won’t even know what the fuck I’ll be saying next time I see him. He groans into his pillow, why do I have to wait?

Oh… He thinks as he slowly sits up in bed, I don’t have to wait… I’m a fucking adult… Oh my god-

Then he’s shooting out of bed and goes for his hoodie.

…

Good news, Eddie’s room has a balcony. Bad news, now that he’s climbed up to the balcony, he’s not exactly sure if he can knock on the door. Ridiculous considering he had been planning their game night interactions since the moment he met him. This is way off though, it’s dark in his room and from what Richie can tell, he’s asleep. Before he climbed up he was worried it was actually Ben’s room, given that they’re roommates. He climbed the whole way up hoping and praying that it was Eddie’s room. He was reassured that it was when he saw his pair of short shorts hanging over his laundry basket. But now he’s standing out there in the cold, surrounded by potted plants in pastel blue pots, like a stalker.

Just do it, Tozier. He cruses to himself as he paces back and forth on the tiny balcony. You came all this way and now you’re just gonna bail? What are you? A stalker?

The bundle on the bed shifts causing Richie to freeze in his tracks and look in, he doesn’t meet the eyes on anyone so he can only assume Eddie was just adjusting himself. That would probably be the best chance to wake him up, given that he’s already moving around, he’d probably wake up any second out of the blue anyway.

It’s now or never Tozier. He knocks on the door. At first, it does nothing, Eddie doesn’t even stir. Then he knocks a little harder which has Eddie shifting over to face the door yet his eyes are still closed. Richie knows for a fact that he’s blushing at the sight of seeing Eddie asleep. He looks so peaceful, it’s truly the opposite of his usual firecracker self. His lips are parted and drool is leaking from one side, so it’s really punching Richie in his feelings.

He knocks for a third time and finally, Eddie opens his eyes to see a freezing beanstalk standing outside. It takes him a moment to process it in his sleepy haze, but when he catches on he jumps up out of the bed and goes to let Richie in.

“What the fuck?!” Eddie yells out when Richie throws his body inside the room.

“Has anyone ever complimented you on just how lovely you decorate that balcony?” He asks with a shit-eating grin like he didn’t just welcome himself into his crushes room.

“Has anyone ever complimented you on your stalking skills?” He retorts. There’s fire in his voice and yet Richie is sure he caught a faint sound of amusement in it.

“Well, I couldn’t just knock on the door, what if Ben opened it instead of you? How would I get to your pretty face, huh?” He plops himself on a small couch Eddie has on the side of his room facing the front of Eddie’s bed.

“Well, given that Ben is out of town for two weeks, I’d say you’d get to see me before anyone else if you just-” He curls his hand into a fist and taps it against the door Richie had just walked through- “knocked.”

“Oh, Eds!” He groaned, rolling his head to the back of the couch, “you don’t know anything about my good-natured ways!”

“I know you like to mindlessly flirt,” Eddie grumbles, still standing next to the door with his arms crossed.

“Now that, my favorite acquaintance, is some bullshit,” Richie states, propping his head up on his hands. “I don’t mindlessly flirt, I mindlessly get flustered.”

His explanation runs smoothly out of his mouth but every other feature of him is showing just how nervous he really is, like the bobbing of his leg.

“Ah I see, so you just say sexual things when you get flustered?” Eddie scoffs.

“Oh fuck! That wasn’t meant to be sexual!” Richie slaps a hand over his forehead and runs it down to his chin with a groan.

“There are other ways to shut me up, what the fuck is wrong with you!?” Eddie says after a poorly done imitation.

“I meant kissing! I swear that to you! I wouldn’t say sexual things to someone I’d wanna go on a date with first!”

“But you break into their apartments?!”

“You let me in.”

“You’re insufferable!” Eddie cries as he collapses onto the bed. Richie doesn’t say a word after that, he goes dead quiet. Now, Richie doesn’t seem like the kind of person to let feelings get the best of him. If anything, he comes off as a person who doesn’t have any feelings but joy. But any of his close friends could tell you the truth.

Richie knows he’s too much sometimes, he knows he can be annoying and quite frankly he annoys himself. Richie knows that he’s driven some girlfriends and boyfriends away because of his personality. Nobody wants to stick around with the guy who gets into a fight every week and loses more than he wins. Nobody wants someone who speaks without thinking and hopes it all blows over okay. Nobody wants the guy who cries himself to sleep because he’s scared of losing the people he loves. Nobody wants Richie.

“I’m sorry,” Richie whispers. He’s looking down at his hands, refusing to even look in the other boy’s direction. He doesn’t know for sure, but he thinks Eddie’s breath might’ve hitched or something.

“You’re sorry?” Eddie’s voice is low, not in an angry tone but more in a cautious tone. Like he doesn’t believe what he’s hearing.

“Yes.” Richie nods his head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done this. I should’ve just dropped it when you weren’t interested. I swear I’m not trying to force myself onto you, I just wanted a shot.”

He doesn’t hear Eddie get up, but he feels it when Eddie’s body pulls the couch under his weight. Eddie is sitting close to him, not touching but it wouldn’t be much movement if they did.

“I like you, y’know? I didn’t wanna drive you away because it happens all the time to me. I probably did though… I’m sorry, okay? That’s all.”

Then they don’t speak. It’s just the slow breathing from the two of them filling the tension-filled silence. Eddie keeps staring at Richie though, his eyes are fixed on only the taller boy with a look that Richie can’t read because he’s not looking directly at it. He has a dreading feeling in his stomach that Eddie might just kick him out anyway, refuse to believe anything he’s saying.

The longer time goes on in silence, the more Richie wants to cut the tension with a kitchen knife.

“So… you were just nervous?” Eddie asks quietly. Richie weakly nods.

“It’s pathetic… I’m sorry. Maybe I should just go-”

“Wait, Richie.” Eddie places a hand on Richie’s to stop him from making any movement. They both know Richie could get up and leave if he wanted to, but Richie wouldn’t do that. He doesn’t wanna make this worse.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have called you insufferable, or accused you of only wanting sex. I just don’t like when people take advantage of me like that, even if you didn’t.”

Eddie loudly clears his throat and sticks his hand out.

“I’m Eddie Kaspbrak, I’m twenty-seven, gay, and I’ve had a terrible past love life.” His voice is surprisingly genuine, it really does wonders to Richie’s already flipping heart. Richie takes his hand and shakes it twice.

“I’m Richie Tozier, I’m twenty-six, bi, and I have also had a terrible past love life.” Eddie giggles at that, a precious giggle that makes Richie wanna press a million kisses against his lips immediately.

“I know it’s late, but I was wondering if you’d like to hang out tomorrow night?” Eddie asks. He’s clearly blushing and doing his best to hide his face and excitement by brushing his hair out of his face. “We could make dinner or something…”

Richie nods his head as fast as he can, grinning as wide as he can, showing off his huge buck teeth and childlike glee.

“I’d like that so much.”

…

Two months later they sit on that same couch, except this time they’re making out like their lives depend on it. Richie is confident that this has been the most amazing two months of his life. He got the best boyfriend ever, a new job at a radio station, and he’s only a month away from finishing college.

Eddie pulls his head back from Richie, his lips shine with a mixture of Richie and his spit. It’s truly a breathtaking sight for the taller boy he’s straddling.

“God, I think I love you,” Eddie growls.

It doesn’t take Richie even a second to reply.

“Good, because I know I love you.”

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it 2017 #the losers club

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kotarrt · 6 years

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HEREWEGOAGAIN I made an AU. Another one. Although technically this is the only one I've actually posted about, so for you guys, this is the first. -=WARNING: SPOILERS FOR VOLTRON LEGENDARY DEFENDER AHEAD=- (Also a LOT of reading) The premise of this AU is Shiro and Adam are both cadets at the Garrison. While exploring after hours, they go to the forbidden sector of the base and find some pretty shocking things. Mainly, two alien children. A young Galra called Keith, and his Altean friend Lance. When they get caught, Shiro and Adam decide to run away, taking Keith and Lance with them. They are on the run for about a month, avoiding the Garrison at every turn when the Galra invade Earth, having found the Blue Lion. Now Shiro and Adam have to find a way to survive the invasion on their own and take care of a few six and seven year olds. Now that we've got that over with, we can get into Shiro's story. So Shiro started going to the Garrison when he was 11. It is now his second year and he just turned 13. The whole time he's been going to the Garrison, there has been this Top Secret, Off-Limits part of the building, and he always wondered what they were hiding. He eventually managed to convince his best friend Adam to come with him to investigate. So one night, they sneak out of their dorm and head toward the forbidden sector. They sneak their way in but manage to set off the motion-sensing alarms. After a minor freak-out, they find their way to a dark room and hide in one of the many crates stored there. After hiding there for about a half hour, the alarms are turned off and security deems their trigger to be a glitch. Now safely inside the restricted area, Adam and Shiro go exploring. They make their way to an information center and learn some dark secrets. Adam boots up a console and started telling Shiro what he read. "Six years ago, an alien fighter crashed on Earth in the middle of the desert. The ship was discovered by a man only listed as Mr. Kogane, and in the ship, he found an adult female and two infant male aliens. They were taken back to the Garrison and school was closed early due to "Matters of National Security". The female alien identified herself as Krolia. She called herself a Galra. The two infants were named Yorak, the Galra child and Krolia's son, and Aurion, an Altean baby Krolia had come in custody of during her escape. Krolia refused to tell the details of her escape, or why she came to Earth to the Garrison but seemed willing to talk to Mr. Kogane. After a few months at the Garrison, Krolia finally decided to show them why she came to Earth, and she drove out into the desert with an armed guard unit and Mr. Kogane, who she insisted must come. She took them to a cave in the mountains where the Blue Lion of Voltron was hidden. She ma-" Before Adam could finish, Shiro drags him back into the shadows where they hide under a table as two guards walk past. One of the guards notices the console and brings his friend inside to investigate. They look quickly around the room but don't find anything. The guards leave, but decide to start searching the area for intruders. Adam and Shiro sneak out of the room before they get caught and move to a different area. They turn the corner to find themselves staring straight at a block of cells, and two of them are occupied. They go to the first cell and see a small presumably seven year old boy laying on the cot. Shiro was wondering why they were keeping a seven year old boy in a prison cell until he rolled over in his sleep. He wasn't human. The boy's skin was purple and he had two large, furry ears that looked like a cats sprouting out of the side of his head. His body was covered in stripes, and he had long black hair. Suddenly, the little boy's eyes shot open and he sat up in his cot, gasping when he saw the two older boys in front of his cell. The little boy cowered in the corner of his room and started crying. Shiro asked him who he was but he wouldn't answer. He looked so scared. Adam finally managed to unlock the door, and he went inside. Shiro protested, saying the little boy might be dangerous, but Adam didn't listen. He went over to the boy, who just started crying harder and whimpering, telling him to stay back. Adam tried to comfort him, telling the boy that he wouldn't hurt him, that he was a friend. Eventually, the little boy calmed down and Adam began to ask him a few questions. The little boy was called Keith, but he said that his real name was Yorak. When Shiro heard that, he asked him where his mother Krolia was, but that made him start crying again. He said that his mommy had gone outside with the big men and hadn't come back. Adam and Shiro shared a worried look. Adam then asked Keith why he was so scared of them. Keith said that every few days the big men came and took him to the big white room with the scary machines and the needles that poke your arm. The infirmary. After that, they take him to the small room with the table and the lamp where the big man with one eye asks him questions. That sounded like an interrogation room. Then they take him to a big room with lines on the floor where they make him fight dummies and climb walls and throw balls and more stuff like that. That sounded like the gym. As Keith continued with his story, Shiro asked why this made him so scared of the people at the Garrison. Keith said that didn't like him. They pushed and pulled him and threw him on the ground, and hit him if he didn't do stuff right. He said that they treated him like a dangerous animal. And then he pulled down his shirt. Around his neck was a shock collar. He said it hurt even worse than when they hit him. it is supposed to be used if he tried to escape, or if he hurt anybody, but sometimes the big men shocked him just for fun. Shiro was horrified. How could they treat him like that? He may not be human but he was still a little kid. Then Adam said something that Shiro would have never expected from his goody-two-shoes friend. He told Keith that he and Shiro were going to get him out of there. Shiro was shocked, of course, the little boy was treated badly, but how could they break him out of there? They were just two kids who were exploring where they shouldn't be, and there was no way they could get him out there. Shiro was about to object when he looked a Keith. The little boy was smiling and hugging Adam, thanking him vigorously. How could they leave him here? This was an innocent little boy and Shiro knew that if he left him here, he'd never be able to live with himself. Then Keith asked Adam to get Lance out when they escaped as well. Shiro asked him who Lance was, and all Keith did was point to the cell across from his. Shiro and Adam left Keith's cell, telling him to wait there for them and went to the cell across the hall. On the cot, a little boy about six years old was sleeping. He had darker skin and looked fairly human, but the weirdest thing about him was his pure white hair. When Shiro looked closer at him, he saw that the boy also had pointed ears like an elf's and little blue marks under his eyes. Adam was almost finished unlocking the cell when all the lights in the hallway and cells turned on. At the end of the hallway stood Commander Iverson stood with the two guards from the room with the console. One guard came forward and tried to grab Shiro's arm when Keith came running out of his cell and jumped on the guard. The other guard pushed a button on his pad and Keith fell to the ground, crying out. Shiro heard the zap from his collar as he fell. With the guard distracted by Keith, Adam ran forward and punched him. The guard was about to hit him back when the other guard raised his gun at Adam. The first guard grabbed his arm and was going to grab Shiro as well when the little boy, Lance, suddenly appeared between them. The little boy's eyes were glowing and his hands sparked with dark purple energy. He told the guards to let Adam go and raised his hands, making a threatening gesture. The guard stepped back and Adam grabbed Keith, carrying him over to Shiro where they stood behind Lance. Then Lance grabbed Adam and Shiro's hands and the world went black. When Shiro opened his eyes, they were standing outside of the Garrison. He held onto Keith and looked over to Adam who was kneeling over Lance, who had passed out on the ground. Adam picked up the skinny little boy and they made their way out toward the mountains as the Garrison raised its alarms. Sorry for that big chunk, but I wanted to explain the first part of the story. I'll explain more in Adam's post, but for now, this is the story! I'll make a more well-written version with a picture soon. Art (c) Me Shiro and Voltron Legendary Defender (c) Dreamworks

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Your djwifi piece "The Almighty Dragon" was so sweet! It made me think about what if alya and nino tell stories together (often the dragon story) maybe at a school or something?) and something occurs that gets one of the children akumatized into an akuma that makes stories come to life. A little bit later, the akuma nearly gets nino, but an umber/crimson dragon swoops in, speedily thwarting the akuma. A dragon's gotta protect her treasure right?

Hi Anon! Oh, you mean like this?

Yep, that’s dragon!Alya for you ;)

Drabble under the cut! I was definitely so hooked with this headcanon holy shit

Ao3 / FF.net

“What, uh-…”

“Adrien, are you okay?”, Nino tilted his head as his best friend’sface paled and his eyes widened. Only as he pointed at his signature blue shirtand Nino looked down, he understood. His shirt was changing.

The boy gulped as the blue color changed to white with blackstripes. It sliced open at some parts and got dirty.

“Wh-Wha-…?!”, he exclaimed, stumbling back as he watched his pantschanging as well. Shackles formed on his wrists, not connected but danglingfrom his arms nonetheless. Within seconds he looked like he had been imprisonedfor a long time, maybe in the dark ages.

“What’s-… What’s happening?!”, he screamed, looking at his dirtyand ripped clothes that had just appeared on him. Adrien still sat on his bed,having come over for a study session, and watched him with an unidentifiableexpression.

“Akuma.”, the blonde finally said, furrowing his eyebrows.

“S-Sure?!”

“Well, your clothes just magicallychanged. I mean-… What else is there?”

By now Nino was panicking. He always wanted to avoid Akumas. Hewas the first to flee, always, and he didn’t want to change that tradition. Nowbeing part of an attack?! Oh, hell no!

Besides, he hadn’t even been hit by anything!

His chest heaved up and down in quick breaths and he grabbed theshirt, holding it out.

“Oh, please no, please no…”

This was a prison uniform. A really cliché one but definitely one.He already knew where this would be leading, after all they had just playedthis game a few days ago. Damn…

Had the twins gotten akumatized again? Alya?

Oh, please no…

Before he could finish that thought, he saw a shadow outside hiswindow. Nino gulped and moved to the back of the room while Adrien got to hisfeet and inched towards the wall with the window to peer outside. At first itstayed quiet.

Nino breathed through an allowed his shoulders to slump assuddenly an eye, surrounded by scales, appeared in front of his room. He yelledand fled further to the back as his wall suddenly crumbled, causing Adrien toleap on his bed to dodge the debris. A giant, clawed dragon paw reached insideand grabbed the frozen in fear boy, the scales uncomfortably pressing against hisbody. The dragon pulled him outside and before Adrien could do anything, beforehe could react in any way, the dragon took off with Nino in its claws.

“No-… No, nonononono, no, this isn’t happening, this isn’t happening!!”, he yelled as his house gotsmaller beneath him, as Adrien’s shocked face slowly vanished in the distance.The dragon’s wings carried them higher and higher until the dragon spotted itsnext destination.

The school, Collège Francois Dupont.

It dipped down in a sharp turn, getting faster as it flew towardsthe ground. Nino yelled and instead of flailing like before he tightly held on,his eyes tearing up at the wind blowing into his face.

His terrified screams and his wheezing breaths got faster, then itfinally spread its wings again and they slowed down abruptly, the dragontouching down on the floor.

The school had changed as well.

Instead of the familiar hallways and the open classrooms the wallswere now thicker and the classrooms divided into cells, the windows making roomfor metal bars. It had transformed into a prison, Nino realized.

He gulped as the dragon growled, heavily walking towards one ofthe cells to throw him in and lock him there. Only as he came to a halt on theground, the shock of the flight finally making room for other thoughts, herealized who the game had included.

“A-Alya?!”

The dragon slammed the door shut and turned away, still growling.The smoke clouds rising from its muzzle were everything else than calming.

“A-Alya! Is-… Is that you?!”, he tried again, worry now takingover. He got to his knees and crawled to the metal bars, still not trusting hislegs to keep him up after that shock. He grabbed the metal bars and jolted thembut nothing budged.

The dragon took off again and Nino was alone. That dragon couldn’tbe Alya, he realized. Somehow… Somehow it was wrong to think of the dragon asAlya. Plus, she would’ve been the one akumatized then, most likely, and thatwas just not logical. Possible but so unlikely.

Wait a moment… In the story, the twins had been with him.Immediately, he looked around in his empty cell but nobody was here except him.As he scanned the former school’s yard and the other cells he couldn’t spotthem. So, he began yelling.

“Ella?! Etta!! Are you here?! Girls!”

A whimper came from a cell somewhere far away from him and heimmediately ran to the closest spot he could find on the bars in his cell, inthe hope of hearing the whimper better the closer he got. As he listenedclosely he realized the cell couldn’t be really far from him, not right next tohim but just in a distance where they could hear each other.

“Hello?! Ella! Etta!! It’s me, Nino!”, the whimper stopped and hefaintly heard someone shifting, then an arm stuck out of the bars a few cellsaway from him. He pressed his cheek against the metal bars to see the caramelskin of one of Alya’s twin sisters.

“Nino! We’re here!”, Etta’s voice sounded and he almost cried outin relief but held himself back to keep a cool head.

“It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay! Is Ella with you?!”

The small hand showed a thumb up, then he heard her talking again.

“Yes, we’re both here! The dragon, she’s-… She’s one of ourfriends! She got jealous we had that awesome game and wanted to pay it as wellbut we didn’t want to because it’s our game!”

He briefly bit his lip, not wanting to imagine how that must’vewent. And which horror the twins had to live through as the dragon capturedthem.

“It’s okay, Etta, it’s okay! All that matters is that we’re heretogether!”, he looked around, feverishly searching for a solution. The game hadbeen that they had broken out, after all, “Okay, uhm-… Etta, tell me, do youhave anything cool in your cell that you could use to break out?”

The girl remained silent for a second, the arm vanishing, He heardthe twins talking to each other, then Ella spoke up.

“We have a bed and a chair made out of wood and a bit of straw.”

“And a plate?”

Nino sighed and looked back into his cell, finding the samethings. Everything looked as if it came right from the 800s.

“Okay, okay, that’s good! I’ll find a solution for us to get outof here!”

The twins gave him some time to think about it but after a fewminutes one of them spoke up again, her voice small.

“Nino?”

He sighed as he lifted the bed, unfortunately finding nothing butthe stone on the ground.

“Yeah? What is it?”

“… Are we gonna get out of here?”

It was Ella. He smiled as he leant against the bars again, lookingover to their cell. He couldn’t see more than a pair of arms hugging a metalrod, not much more.

“Of course, we’re gonna get out. Remember the story we played outa few days ago? We’re gonna get out and the dragon is good. Or, well, in thisversion the akumatized victim will be saved by Ladybug and Chat Noir. It’s nota problem.”

Ella snorted and he grinned, pushing himself away of the grid tosearch for a solution again.

“Heh, yeah… So this time, Alya isn’t here?”

Nino shrugged, lifting up the bed to weigh it, deeming it heavyenough to try and break the door out of its joints.

“Well, maybe. Okay, I’ll try something now, it’s gonna be loud!”

He positioned himself and shouldered the bed, a simple woodenframe with three boards nailed on two crossbars with four small wooden legsnailed on the corners. It wasn’t that heavy, Nino could easily lift it himself,but maybe he could create enough force to break the metal pins in the doorjoints.

He breathed out and in, then held the air and threw. The bedslammed against the metal bars and fell to the floor with a loud clatteringsound as it broke.

“Nino?! Are you okay?!”, the twins immediately yelled and hegroaned in frustration, kicking against the splintered wooden boards.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. The bed is broken now.”, he sank to thefloor with a frown on his face, clenching his fists, “Damn…”

The twins audibly breathed through, silence weighing down on thebuilding. He was helpless. He couldn’t get the children out and they werescared. Man… But he had to help them.

He was the big one here. He had to have an idea…

Wait a moment.

He had seen that before. The chair looked like it could hold alittle weight.

Someone should say again that movies didn’t educate.

He quickly jumped to his feet and inspected the metal jointsholding the door in place. It were half joints. With a little strength and alittle bit of technique he could imitate Will Turner in Pirates of theCaribbean. There’s hoping that this movie did its research.

“I’ll try something else!”, he yelled, already scrambling for thechair. He turned it upside down, hooked the hind legs under the scrawny backrest under a crossbar and tightly grabbed the front edge of the seating spaceas well as the backrest, making himself ready.

“Okay, just towards me and up. With a jolt. And one… Two… Three… UP!”,he ripped with all his might, the lock of the door jumping and breaking out ofthe frame as he lifted the half pins out of their joints.

The door fell towards him and he jumped back as it clattered tothe ground with a metallic grinding sound. He cheered out, quickly freed hischair and ran over to the twins’ cell, tempted to break out in tears as he sawthem unscathed and well. They were clad in the same dirty, ripped clothes ashim, barefoot as well, but apparently the dragon hadn’t hurt them either.

“Wait, I’ll get you out!”, he used the same technique as beforejust that he was prepared for the door falling towards him this time so hethrew it to the side this time.

The twins immediately ran out and jumped into his open arms,burying both their faces on his neck.

“God, I’m so glad you two are okay… You are okay, right? No ouchesI should know of? The dragon didn’t do anything to you? How long were you inthere? What-”

“We’re okay, Nino.”, a teary Ella giggled, snuggling closer tohim. Etta on the other side giggled as well, curling into his side as he pulledthem both closer against him, “We’re just fine.”

He sighed in relief, giving them both a kiss on their foreheadsout of a reflex, then he leant back and let go of them, looking into theirhopeful faces.

“Okay, we’re gonna get out of here, okay? Don’t doubt that.Ladybug and Chat Noir are already busy trying to get the Akuma, I’m sure. Wegotta find a safe place to hide.”, he breathed through, “Just keep close to me,okay? We’re gonna find a way out of here.”

The twins nodded with new determination, each taking one of hishands as he stood up, looking around. Ella pulled on his arm, pointing to acorner of the yard.

“Hey, that looks like an exit! Or, at least it’s a hallway tosomewhere?”

Nino huffed as he nodded, then observed the yard once more.

“Yeah, seems like our best shot. Come on, girls, let’s get out ofhere.”

The three of them quickly made their way over to the hallway andpeered inside. Nothing moved but it didn’t exactly look safe either.

“I dunno, girls… It looks weird to me. Should we really-”

Ella already pulled him forward, Etta pushing from behind.

“You said it’s our best shot!”, they argued, seemingly eager toget away from the open yard and the aligned cells, “It’ll be okay!”

It wasn’t, as it turned out. The hallway was a dead end. Well-…The dragon didn’t really need a human sized exit on the ground. It could fly.

And the school surely hadn’t been altered to take a prison breakinto consideration.

Nino grumbled as they turned around again, walking back to theyard to find another way out. Maybe they could get somewhere from the firstlevel. Or they could climb out, even if that was his less preferred option. Notthat he didn’t like climbing, he loved it as a kid, but scaling a building withtwo small girls? Not so much.

Yet, as they reached the yard again, it was in vein anyway. Ninoquickly pushed the twins behind him as he already saw the scaled tail of thedragon. They inched forward to peer around the corner and were greeted by thedragon eyeing the two broken cell doors, obviously not really amused by thesight.

“Damnit…”, Nino breathed, “We’re trapped. We gotta wait until thedragon leaves again…”

The twins both stayed behind him, thank god, as the dragonsuddenly swirled around. The eyes narrowed to slits as it saw Nino hidingbehind the corner, not having been fast enough to step back. Before he knew it,its claws had wrapped themselves around his body once again and a cold wave offear washed down his back. Thankfully, the twins stayed back so they were stillhidden. The dragon dragged Nino out in the open and brought him closer to itshead, growling so that he could feel the seething breath on his legs.

It was furious. He could see in its eyes that it did not approveof the prisoners fleeing.

Only as the snout opened to reveal sharp teeth, as big as hislower arm, he realized he had been screaming the entire time. The dragon closedin on him and he squinted his eyes, leaning away, already expecting the worst.

Suddenly, he was thrown to the side in the claws of the dragon andslammed on the floor. His head connected with the stone and his body went slackas his vision blurred, leaving him to slide out of the grip and roll furtherwithout being able to stop it. He stayed lying on the floor as he heardgrowling, then a few noises that he could barely hear, sounding like fighting.

With a pounding head he tried pushing himself up but he was unableto do so, the pain and the dizziness just getting stronger as he moved so hestayed on the floor. He didn’t care if the dragon would get him like that.

He just wanted to sleep, that would be nice… Just close his eyesfor a second there, maybe wake up later and it would be fine again…

Something nudged him. He huffed and groaned, not wanting to move.It nudged him again and he grumbled, wanting to turn away and pull his blankethigher to sleep just five minutes later. School could wait…

It nudged him again and only now he realized this thing wasn’t hismother. No, it was hard and-… Scaly and-… Somewhat urging… Plus he didn’t havea blanket.

Two voices now reached his aching head, coming through to hismind. He knew those voices. Ella… Etta?

He finally opened his eyes, groaning at the light. Something movedand his face laid in a shadow so he could give opening his eyes another try.

The first thing he felt was shock as he saw the big head of adragon right in front of his face. It had come to eat him now!

But he allowed himself a second glance and only now he realizedthere were entirely different colors on this dragon. It nudged him again,gently, a worried (what?) expression on its-… Face?

Since when did dragons have expressions? Since when could he readthem?

And since freaking when did dragons exist and he thought aboutthem like dogs or horses?!

Nino groaned another time, shaking his head but keeping his eyesopen. Two blurry faces appeared next to the dragon’s head, the twins. Hesquinted his eyes at them, trying to motion them to get away from the dragonbut it didn’t seem to worry them in the slightest that the dragon gently pushedone twin in the side, motioning her to not block its view.

Nino tried pushing himself up in a sitting position but the dragonsoftly placed its snout on his chest, keeping him down.

“… Wh-Wha-…”, he tried asking, his mouth feeling dry and fuzzy,but only then he noticed the dragon’s eyes. He knew those eyes. And he knew thestory, “… Th-The almighty dragon… Alya?”

The creature nodded solemnly, straightening up again and layingdown, keeping its claws away from him and the twins not to hurt them. She wasgigantic. Being even a little bigger than the other dragon she easily toweredover Nino if he had doubled in height, and that wasn’t even taking the lengthand mass of her new body in consideration. Her wings were folded but he couldstill see the sheer power that radiated from these things.

He gulped but as she laidher head down next to him again, pushing her snout against his shoulder in aworrying, soft motion, he knew exactly that this was his Alya hidden in thatbody.

“Oh gosh you scared me…”, he mumbled, turning to his side with thehelp of the twins to curl up around her snout. She happily blew a warm breathagainst his chest and he chuckled, closing his eyes again as he got dizzy frommoving. The twins sat down next to her long, scaly neck, leaning against her.Nino brought up a hand to brush over her snout, the hard and warm scalesfeeling oddly calming underneath his palm.

“Man, what have we gotten ourselves into, huh?”, the dragonplayfully nudged his chest and he laughed breathily, still feeling sick anddisoriented from the hit on his head, “Yeah, I know you’re pissed you can’t getany footage like this.”

Half an hour later, the Akuma was defeated and the akumatizedvictim saved. Nino watched as the school transformed back to its old state withthe help of the Miraculous Cure, the classrooms and open windows reappearing.Alya’s dragon body shrank further and further, got softer as his clotheschanged back, until his girlfriend laid in front of him, smiling up to him.

His pain vanished and he chuckled, sitting up as she did to placea little kiss on her lips.

“Hello there, almighty dragon.”, he grinned and she rolled hereyes, wrapping her very normal, human arms around his neck.

“Dork. I really worried about you when you weren’t moving afterthat other dragon dropped you.”

The twins giggled and got up, sighing in relief at their normal clotheswhen the couple followed them to their feet.

“Okay, I could totally go for some chips and a movie right now.”,Nino groaned, stretching like an old man, resulting in giggles from the girls, “C’mon,seeing dragons in real life was awesome but please keep it on the screen fromnow on.”

“I think Alya was pretty badass.”, Ella interjected, taking herbig sister’s hand. Alya grinned down to her and nodded, then caught Nino’s gazeagain.

“Think so, too. Now, I think Nino’s suggestion sounds really good. I could gofor a bit of cuddling right now. Who’s with us?”

The twins gagged and shook their heads so Alya and Nino grinned,their arms tightly locked around each other’s waist and shoulders for a one-armed-hug.

“Ew, then they’ll want to kiss the whole time…”, Etta contortedher face, “C’mon Ella, we’ll ask Maman if we can go visit Papa in the zoo. He’llwant to hear what Alya’s been through!”

Alya giggled and rolled her eyes as she turned to Nino, watchingthe twins scramble off to the exit of the school. He looked after them, furrowinghis eyebrows.

“Shouldn’t we-”

“Let’s give them a headstart.”, she suggested, “They know theirway around in the city.”

He looked down to her as she snuggled up to his chest, tilting hishead.

“What’s up, Alya?”

“I was so worried…”, she admitted, hiding her face in his normalshirt. He dipped down to press a kiss to her forehead, pulling her closer andholding her tightly as the twins ran down the stairs, “When I saw you notmoving I was-… My heart stopped beating. I couldn’t-… When I transformed intothat dragon you and the twins were my first thought. I-… I wouldn’t have-… Ifeared I was too late-…”

She sniffled and he shook his head, his lips still pressed againsther hair.

“Shh, it’s okay, Alya… I don’t even feel it anymore, theMiraculous Cure healed it.”

Alya slowly breathed through and nodded, her fingers clenchinginto the fabric on his back.

“Yeah… I suppose so… I’m so glad you’re safe.”

He chuckled, leaning back so he could kiss her lips now.

“I’m glad you’re safe, too. And hey, you did look pretty badass asa dragon. I only prefer human Alya.”

She giggled and playfully pushed him away, rolling her eyes.

“C’mon, let’s catch up with the twins before they kick off anotherAkuma!”

He laughed as he followed her.

“I thought that was Chloé’s job!”

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12XL: One Size Fits All

This was a commission for somebody on Discord. I was given the prompt “Guy grows huge from magic underwear” and, well, we have this! One of my favorite growth methods, I gotta say. Anyway, enjoy a slender Korean lad growing quite large.

Kae yawned and stretched his slender arms, squinting against the bright sun as he awoke. Despite the rays on his pale, freckled skin, he shivered like an ice storm bore down on him and shuffled to the bathroom on zombie-like autopilot. The light above the sink flickered as he waited for the bathtub to fill, his tailbone pressing uncomfortably against the seat cover of the toilet. Just as well, he thought as he stared at the same thin, sunken features as always. Sharp, boring jaw lines, a sharp chin, piercing blue eyes. Narrow, cold, lacking… something. But what? As he sank into the warm water, he pondered this. What could possibly make him love himself? What push, nudge, poke in the right direction could he possibly find? He had a nice job, a decent apartment, time enough for himself. Sure, he didn’t exactly have an insane amount of friends… or any… and sure, his love life was lacking… severely… but what was stopping him from just going out and finding somebody? He had options! There was Steve in accounting… no, he was with Brad, right. Tom, in publishing? Zip, he was straight as an arrow. John? Forget it. Kae sank deeper into the steamy bath water, out of the stream of morning light. There was only really one man he wanted… “Don’t think about it.” he murmured to himself. Too late. James. The name curled around his mind tight as a noose, bringing a fresh red flush to his cheeks. He’d first laid eyes on the gentle creature nearly a month ago, after a particularly tiresome night at work. Muscles too weak to craft a meal from the fridge, he’d ordered out: a small pizza. When it arrived, he’d expected the same variety of highschool punk. Instead, he’d opened the door to find a cute, flustered, slightly-overweight cupid staring back at him. “Oh, uhm… hello there. Kae, publishing.” He’d smiled, offering his hand to the confused worker. “Uh, hey. Guess this is for you, Mr. Kae. Enjoy.” He responded softly, lips curling into a slight smile as he placed the pizza into his outstretched hand. “Yes… right, thank you. Goodbye.” And that was that. One awkward meeting on his doorstep and his heart was sent reeling, rolling into an abyss that bowled any thoughts of work for the next several days. Was this what a crush felt like? There was never any time for them before now, only flings, but something about James sparked a flame in his lonely heart. A few days later, hungry and bored, he skimmed through the advertisements on the community page, spotting the same pizza place he’d ordered from a few nights earlier. They weren’t far, and the food was good… Before he could consider other options, Kae was already at the front counter, ordering a medium cheese from a 400 lb highschooler. He gave him a smile and waddled to the back while Kae found a seat, and that’s when he saw it: The kiss. James, pizza boy James, cupid James, “Would you like a coffee with me?” James, wrapped up in the arms of a man at least five times his weight, exchanging soft, passionate kisses beneath the neon light of the arcade games in the corner. The lights stained the memory pink, made his stomach flip just thinking about it. The way James grabbed his overflowing backfat, the way their chubby chins pushed and rubbed together, the way their massive thighs intertwined… Kae submerged his head beneath the lukewarm water in the present. Be happy for him, he thought. You were just too late. Too late and not his type. Just as he thought his eyes would explode from holding in hot tears, the buzzer sounded out at the door. Kae quickly surfaced and slipped out of the tub, wrapping himself in an absorbent blue bathrobe before rushing off to the door, just as the buzzer rang again. “Who is it?” he asked, holding down the call button. “Delivery!” sang a voice from below, high and excited. “Delivery? I didn’t order anything. You must have the wrong house-” “One package for a mister Kae Chi-gon, 8th floor, Room 255. Special delivery, I need a signature please!” Kae sighed and leaned his head against the buzzer panel. “Come on up. It’s unlocked.” He heard a boyish giggle before letting up on the button, moving to unlock the door. Before he could even slide the latch back, a tiny knock rapped at his door. “What the-” he started, quickly pulling the door open to reveal a short, wide-hipped boy in what appeared to be some sort postal uniform, only far more gothic. Kae’s eyes were immediately drawn to the black khaki shorts that snugged tight against his bottom, doing nothing to slim the basketball butt and thick hips, only serving to accentuate his unnaturally pale thighs that bulged against his striped knee-high socks. “Allow me to introduce myself, mortal man! My name is P.M. Crowe, with the Incubus Delivery Service. I couldn’t help but feel your heart breaking, and deemed it necessary to invoke my services to get it back to tip top shape!” Kae squinted at the boy as he stood in the doorway, hand on one hip, his other slender arm clutching a box decorated with gold foil. “Is this some kind of prank? Did somebody at the office send you?” he scoffed. “I don’t think it’s very funny, now if you’ll excuse me-” Kae moved to shut the door, but Crowe quickly grabbed the edge of the frame. “W-Wait, don’t shut me out yet!” he begged, his tiny demon wing hair clip clinking against the door. “I can give you anything you want!” “I don’t want anything you can give, now go away!” he grunted, pushing harder on the door. “James is single!” Kae suddenly stopped pushing, heart catching in his throat. “…What did you just say?” With a little grunt, Crowe slipped his way inside, walking around to face Kae who now leaned with his back to the door. He took a moment to dust off his varsity jacket and straighten the tie beneath before continuing. “James is single. His boyfriend of three months left him, and he’s been rather sad. Heartbroken, actually, like you… which is why I’m here. To bring you two together and patch up some hearts!” “Yeah, well, good luck with that. I’ve seen his type. They’re… heftier… and look at me.” Kae gestured, pulling back his robe to reveal his ribs. “Not exactly a perfect match.” “You know, it’s not about-” Crowe began, but stopped as his watch beeped. “Oh great, I’m already behind schedule! Come on, man; sign for the package, and I can give you something to help with everything. Promise!” Kae eyed him suspiciously, arms crossed across his slender chest. “…Fine. Got a pen?” Crowe lit up like a match and produced a golden pen from his pocket. “I promise you won’t regret it! It’s the code of every Incubus Delivery Service postal worker to fix, mend, and otherwise bring light back into the hearts of the sullen, whether it’s by bringing together true love or creating a new one! And I, P.M. Crowe, promise to-” “Done. Didn’t you have somewhere to be?” Kae huffed. “Oh, right! Here’s your box, and remember to always be true to yourself! Gotta go, be seeing you, Mr. Kae!” Crowe called out as he squeezed past Kae and ran out the door, which quickly closed by itself, leaving behind a comical puff of pink smoke. Kae stood for a few moments, box under his arm, trying to process what just happened. Incubus? James? This is all too bizarre… could anything he said have really been true? Only one way to find out. Kae cautiously peeled the tape back, letting the cardboard flaps spring open. Too dark to see inside, he put his hand in and grabbed a clump of thick fabric, pulling it out to the light. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” he sighed, letting the box fall to the floor. In his hands, stretched out further than his body spanned, was a pair of white briefs big enough to wrap around a couch. The tag on the back was nothing but a dozen Xs and an L, a testament to their size, surely signing itself as nothing more than a gag gift. Flipping them around, he could see a massive heart print on the back, hanging loosely like a spent parachute. “That little…” he began, lips tightening in frustration. Suddenly, he stopped himself letting out a long, breezy exhale. “Don’t lose it, Kae. Just some… weird little punk from the pizza place, an elaborate prankster. Unless- no, no.” he shook his head, retreating to his bedroom with the garment still clutched to his fingers. He quickly set to work, laying out his clothing for the day: one pair of black socks, one pressed shirt, slacks… …and an empty underwear drawer. He cursed his luck and lack of laundry planning, spinning around to scan his pristine room for any stray undergarments that may have escaped (as unlikely as that may be.) He searched, moving around through other drawers and over the wardrobe before giving up, retreating back to the bed… and the oversized underwear. “I… guess If I fold it correctly, nobody will notice…” he murmured to himself, letting his robe slip to the floor. He put the underwear down and inserted one leg, then the other, feeling like a dainty cheerleader in a football locker room as he pulled the undies up to his waist and nearly to his chest. “Heh… looking good, Kae.” He chuckled, turning around to admire his cloth-cloaked backside in the full-sized mirror. He shook it a few times, giggling as it bounced back and forth gently. Wait… bounced? No part of his body had bounced a day in his life. He was, and always had been, for all intents and purposes, a stick. So why is he now staring at a pair of quickly thickening ass cheeks and a roll-covered back? Kae rapidly spun himself back around to face the mirror, the new additions to his body nearly dragging him over. His stomach sagged out, quickly filling up the empty space in the once-roomy waistband with blubber-packed belly. He slowly reached down in disbelief, gently prodding at the ever-expanding rolls with his dimpled fingers that quickly plumped into thick little sausages. “How is this happening?…” he breathed, moving his hands up to feel his cheeks thicken and swell against his rapidly disappearing neck, the space of which replaced by a blossoming second chin that seemed to get closer to his blobby man-breasts by the second. The underwear that seemed so impossibly large only a moment ago now began to tighten against his belly, the band squeezing between two overhanging lovehandles at his sides and hugging his lightly-sweating doughy buttcheeks like a pair of scanty panties. Kae was lost, lost in himself, in the moment, in the sensations. He should be panicking, he thought. Scream, call an ambulance! But… His arm fat dipped down like a pair of flabby bingo wings, patting against the massive dollop of sour cream that was his belly as he reached up to squeeze his breasts, pert pink nipples and luscious, creamy fat bulging between his bloated fingers. …it feels so good! His cheeks flushed rose red as he slid his hands back, into his waistband, squeezing his cellulite-laden butt fat in his palms. Warm, sweaty fat, at least 500 pounds of it and steadily growing, all him… gone was the sharp chin, replaced with a double that jiggled with a quick turn of his head (not that much of anything about him would be quick anymore.) Sunken ribs were swapped with an unending expanse of rolls and lovehandles that contained so much lardy flab, thin thighs with bags of fat that smooshed and sagged well past a defining line. He hugged himself, the growth jolting forward in one last jump of weight as if to reach out and hug him back, rewarding him with so much more warmth and total comfort. Just as the weight climb trickled to a rapid halt, a knock sounded at the door. “H-Huh?… Wait, that boy, Crowe!” he muttered, snapping back from his warm daze. “Coming!” he called, voice somewhat deeper than it had been before, taking a wobbly step out of the bedroom and into the hall, holding onto the frame for comfort. Every booming step was accompanied by a resounding creak from the floorboards and a jiggle from his near-naked body, butt swaying and belly patting against his thighs. By the time he reached the door, his flabby body had accumulated a slick shine of sweat, and his heavy chest heaved with exhausted breaths. This is going to take some getting used to… he thought, opening the door for his visitor. “Ten large pizzas for Kae-” James. The two stood, staring into eachother’s eyes, in complete shock. “Oh… my god… K-Kae? What happened to you? Are you okay?!” James blurted, rushing into the apartment, leaving the bag of pizzas in the hall. “Just… gained a little weight, is all.” he replied, putting his hands on his belly, the flabby pale flesh blushing pink like a christmas ham. “B-But you were so thin! What happened?” “Well, I just decided to pack a bit on. Nothing else to it.” Kae shrugged, turning away. “It, um… it looks really cute on you.” James blushed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “You… really think so?” Kae looked back over his pudgy shoulder, whole body practically blushing. “Well, y-yeah… y-you want to, umm… well, do you want to get something to eat sometime?” James rushed, holding onto his hat like a life preserver. “Well, I do have ten pizzas now, don’t I? I could use a hand.” he purred, tugging on the sides of his waist band, the design pulling into a perfect heart between his huge cheeks. “…l-let me just call my boss.”

#SSBHM #Fat Boy #yaoi #gay fats #magic fattening #This was actually really fun to do!#just took me forever lmao

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649 days till Graduation Day

Chapter 2- I take Magic over Math any day The walls of the castle basement were filled with an unreadable silence. The darkness crept along with the stone floors that were covered with the blood of students. "Tic Toc my dear Stelliana..." The dark voice said as they swung a pocket watch around his finger, "soon we will meet face to face, and when we do you will help me escape these chains..." He looked at a paper he had and lit it on fire, blowing the ashes out of his large claw, and laughed. The ashes flew out an opening in the basement door and out through the dark hallway that held so much death. . . . . . Stella was woken up by the sound of their phone ringing as they turned over to reach for it on the nightstand where they thought it was but instead rolled off the top bunk and onto the floor. Aldren jolted up, "What the-" He looked around but looked down to the groaning Stella, "oh...of course, it would be you." Stella looked at him from the floor, "Geez, thanks for your concern..." They sat up, lifting themself off the floor, avoiding the dragon male who got up, almost stepping on their foot. "No problem airhead." He shoved them a bit out of his way. Stella shooed his hand away and answered the phone, "hello?" They said tiredly, a yawn escaping only for the phone to burst with shouts of a worried mother. "Stelliana!!! Why didn't you text me last night!? Did you know I was worried sick!? What were you thinking!? I said to call when you got to school! I was up all night waiting for your call and what did I get!? NOTHING!" Stella froze in place, a small ghost escaping their mouth as they suffer from their now ringing ears, "man, didn't even call your mom? Shameful." Aldren said as he headed to the bathroom. "Oh shut up dragon-breath," Stella scoffed at him as he just flipped them off from the bathroom before shutting the door, barely blocking a pillow in time. Stella sighed, "Sorry mom, I meant to call you but I was so busy when I first arrived here, I had to get the school tour, get my classes, my key, my imperium level-" They were cut off from the other side of the call, "What was your level sweetheart?! Was it high!? Are you a rose gold!?" The excited mother asked. Stella yawned and kept the phone between their ear and their shoulder as they went into their new closet and found their new uniform, "well mom I got a crystal key with an Imperium of 17,942." Stella explained as they pulled out the midnight blue uniform. The uniforms are made as seen fit for a student so he or she may be comfortable in it, the colors for boys were always a deep garnet, for girls it was midnight blue. The lining on a student's uniform is the color of the student's key given at the beginning of the school year. Since Stella's key was a crystal, their uniform was lined with a metallic white. Stella didn't even have time to set it on their bed before their mom just screamed of joy and could be heard on the other line running around the house, yelling at her family. Stella sighed and saw they were getting a facetime call, "..." They hesitantly answered only to see the many faces of their family. "What!? My child got a crystal key! Hell yeah! You kicking ass already and you ain't even been there for a day." Stella's step-dad was face-first on the screen, like a dad. "Dad! Let us see them!" Gray whined and took the phone from his dad and looked at Stella, "Hey! Bring back gifts!" The voice of Gianna was heard behind him, "She doesn't need to bring gifts back for you!" She took the phone and smiled, "Hi there nibling!" Gianna said happily into the phone. Stella laughed a bit, "Hello Gianna and Gray." They waved to the twins. "Anyway." Stella's mom took back the phone and smiled at Stella, "Just know we are so happy for you and you're doing us proud!" Stella smiled, "Thanks mom, I gotta go now, you know school and all." They laughed a bit. "Okay, sweetie! We love you!" She hung up. Stella laughed and got dressed in the closet. They looked in the mirror at their uniform and smiled. Their uniform consisted of a white shirt that had long gypsy style sleeves that went off the shoulder which was tucked into their midnight blue, high-waisted skater skirt with two lines on the bottom that was a metallic white color which was over black tights and she wore white high tops with a golden zipper on the side. They walked out once finished and saw Aldren in his white shirt with a loosened collar and no tie. he had on deep garnet trousers with the same two metallic lines on the bottom, a silver chain on his neck, and his hair in the same style it was in yesterday. "Where's your pin?" He looked at Stella with his unamused eyes. "My pin? What you mean?" Stella looked around like 'huh?' "My god you are stupid, each student gets a pin to keep on them. You should have got it." He said and showed that his pin was on a chain that hung on his pants. Stella huffed a bit, "well I didn't so cut me some slack." Aldren sighed annoyed, "Whatever... let's just get going, it might be in your locker." He turned to walk out, "I would hurry, Breakfast will begin soon and you look like you couldn't go one day without eating." He walked out. Stella wanted to throw something at him but calmed down and walked after him, "One day I'm gonna get you back." The dragon boy laughed, "I would love to see you try human." He unlocked the door with his key and walked out, back on the ground floor. Stella stayed behind him while cursing him out in their head. Stella was brought out of their mind rage when a pair of arms wrapped around them. "Huh?" They looked only to see curly blue hair, "oh, hey Hectar!" They smiled at the happy elf. "Hey, Stella!" He smiled, "Hey Hectar, I love your uniform." He smiled, "I like yours too!" Hectar's uniform had garnet chinos with the same two lines on the bottom but rose gold with a button-up shirt with short sleeves with a black long-sleeved undershirt under it, a little bow tie around the collar with gold stripes, his pin in his hair like a clip. "Well they are fitted to each student," Seira said as she walked over to them from around the corner. "So you naturally sleep in?" She asked as she fixed her hair while Stella laughed a bit, embarrassed, "heh, no. My mom called and I was trying to talk with her while getting ready." They smiled, "I like your uniform too! It fits you!" Stella complemented the angel. Seira's uniform had a short midnight blue and gold pleated skirt, a short button-up sleeve shirt with a tie around the collar area, short white socks that were below the knee, and black converse, her pin on the knot of her tie. Seira nodded as Hectar butted in, "Well come on! I'm hungry and I hear the breakfast is amazing." He smiled. Stella was dragged along by Hectar while Seira followed behind to the dining hall. The dining hall was filled with students waiting for breakfast as the three students took their spot at the table they were at last night. Soon fairies flew out from the kitchen with plates filled with food and jugs filled with drinks, setting them down for the students. Hectar dug into the pancakes first while Seira poured herself juice and mounched on some bacon. Stella had grabbed a fruit bowl and yogurt, putting in some granola and eating happily. The three were oblivious to the snicker's from another table towards the end of the hall from a group of people. "A human in this school?" Spoke up a nymph with bright blue hair as she sipped her coffee. "What were they think? It could ruin the school's reputation not to mention they haven't taken a human for years." A gorgon spoke, a blindfold over her eyes and her snakes asleep. "Who knew full human's still existed, to be honest." A female fairy laughed, moving some red hair from her face away from her pink eyes. Aldren walked over with his brother and sat at the table since they were deemed popular in school. "Hey, there babe." The fairy smiled. "Hello, Cupere and I am not your boyfriend." Aldren sighed as Cupere laughed, "I mean you should be, we are both rich and our families are close in ties. Plus I am great at cleaning dragon scales." She smiled. "Still doesn't mean we should be together, your family may have been ancestors of cupid but that doesn't mean everyone will love you." Adeen noticed Cupere getting upset and jumped in, "Anyway good morning to you ladies! You seem unexcited for the new school year. Especially you Mestio." The gorgon hissed a bit, "Yeah, thanks to this blueberry oreo here I didn't get to graduate again." The nymph smiled, "well if I wasn't gonna pass, my girlfriend was gonna be stuck here with me." The nymph laughed, "also I have a name! It's Zadora babe!" She huffed as Mestio rolled her eyes, "Blueberry oreo fits better." Adeen laughed a bit as Aldren ate his eggs and steak in boredom, "so, what were you talking about?" Cupere scoffed, "That new human we have, I can't believe they let her in nonetheless how she had such a high Imperium. Even higher than you Aldren." Aldren didn't argue back on that, it did tick him off a bit that a human had a higher Imperium than him, a male who had dragon blood inside him compared to Stella. "Whatever." Meanwhile with said human, "This is why you don't slurp your jello!" Stella and Hectar were trying to help Seira from choking on jello she decided to slurp. Seira finally coughed it back up, "...none of you saw that." Stella gave that 'what you mean' face, "Of course we did we had to help you, dummy." They facepalmed as Hectar sat down again and laughed a bit. "So...I don't have my schedule," Stella laughed nervously and turned away to their food. Seria sighed, "guess that's in your locker too with your pin." Hectar smiled, "Why didn't you check your locker yesterday Stella?" He asked as he ate some of his pancakes. Stella growled, "I was trying to find my room and then met might roommate who is the worst! Stupid dragon..." They crossed their arms and sunk back into her chair. Seria thought, "You mean Aldren? if I remember correctly he is one of the only of Crystal's beside you now." Stella nodded, "whatever his name is, he called me names." They huffed and Hectar pats her back, "Don't worry! We will have time before classes start!" He smiled. Stella nodded and finished up their food with the two. Eventually, breakfast was over and Stella was in front of their locker, not even knowing how to open it, "damn it! How do I do this!?" Seira sighed, "Did you not read the handout you were given at the front desk?" Stella froze, "...there was a handout...?" They laughed nervously as Seira was just looking at them, "oh my god.... you are dumb." Stella nodded, "yeah I know." Hectar handed Stella his handout, "Here you can use mine." Stella hugged Hectar, "you are an angel." Hectar laughed a bit, "no Seira is the angel, I'm just your prepared friend." Stella nodded and looked at the handout and read how to open the locker, "Oh okay!" They smiled and put their hand on the locker, "Open please." They smiled as the locker unlocked and opened for them, "that's awesome!" They searched and found their pin and schedule, "found them!" As soon as she touched the pin it glowed and vanished somewhere on her, "hey where did it go?" Hectar looked and smiled, "there it is." He pointed to the pin now a necklace on them. Stella smiled, "alright! We're officially students!" They high-fived Hectar and Seira. Shortly after the bell rang and they had to go their separate ways. Stella stood at the door with their key in hand, "...." She checked the time, "okay." They put the key in the keyhole, "7:45." They twisted the key and unlocked the door, stepping inside a nice classroom with a ton of spell books, magic supplies, and a name written on the board. Stella smiled and looked at the desks, each made two sit two people, seeing each were labeled by the colors of their key. "I guess I sit here," they sat down at the crystal table and set their bag of books and supplies down, watching as people began to walk in from the two doors in the room. Every person was of a different species from being half-giants to small pixies, sitting at their assigned colored tables. "Okay first day of school, I got this! I will make this class worth it!" Stella cheered themself on a bit till they noticed a half-dragon male enter the classroom. Both made eye contact as the same words escaped their mouths, "you have got to be kidding me." Aldren groaned and sat by them, "of all classes, you got put in this one." Stella glared a bit, "trust me, I don't like you either." If it was like the movies you would see the lightning bolt of hatred that sparked between them. Just then the door flew open, "haha! Well good morning class!" A man walked in and stood at the teacher's desk. "For any new students my name is Professor J.P Lawrence and I am your teacher in the practice of magic arts!" He had on a lab coat with round glasses, a dark blue button-up shirt and some black pants, no shoes on. He had shaggy and messy brown hair and pale skin but pretty bright green eyes as he sat on his desk like a bird. Stella's eyes sparkled, no matter how whacky their teachers were, they were going to admire them. "Now for today were gonna start off with some simple introduction paragraphs using some very special quills and paper!" He hopped down and picked up a jar of quills and a Beige colored paper, skipping his way up and down the aisle's and handing out a quill and paper to every student. Stella looked at the quill and realized it already had ink, they were confused a bit. "Now class, start writing your paragraphs!" Prof. Lawrence said and sat back down like a bird on his desk. Stella began writing down on the paper, wondering what made this paper and quill so special. Aldren didn't bother with the paragraph and put his feet up on Stella's side of the desk, which earned him his feet getting pushed off and almost falling off the chair, "!" He looked at Stella, "what the hell was that for?" Stella didn't even look at him, "keep you and your dragon smelling feet over there on your side." They stated as they continued writing, "I don't care if you don't want to do the paper just don't spend your time bothering me." Aldren growled a bit and crumpled up his paper and threw it at Stella's head. Stella froze a bit before looking at him annoyed, "what!? What is so important that you wish to bother me!?" Aldren smirked, "just reminding you that I hate your guts and shouldn't have come to this school." He flicked Stella in the forehead. Stella rubbed their head and groaned annoyed, "oh yeah? At least I was recommended into this school and not put in just because of a name." Aldren glared, "You don't even know that," Stella glared right back at him, "oh yeah? how much you wanna bet I'm not wrong." A slam on their desk got their attention and they both looked to the professor staring them both down, "is there a reason you two are disturbing the classroom time?" Stella shook their head a bit, nervous, "no sir." J.P looked at Aldren, who only shook his head no. "Are you done with your paper's?" Stella nodded and set the quill down, quickly while Aldren just gave a 'tch' and looked away. J.P picked up Stella's paper and Aldren's crumpled-up paper, walking to the front of the class. "Students, since your upper classmen have decided they were done, lets see what they have written down." He set Stella's paper over the fire and it burned, letters flying off the paper like flames as they made themselves into a paragraph in the air. Stella's eyes sparkled at the flame magic the paper held but now realized everyone could see it. "Ms. Everdale," Stella heard their name and stood up, "y-yes?" They cursed themself mentally for stuttering. "Please read your paragraph for us since we have already wasted 20 minutes of our 60 minutes together." Stella nodded a bit, "H-Hello, My name is Stelliana Everdale b-but I go by the name Stella. I classify as non-binary with they/them pronouns." Stella gulped a bit at the many eyes watching them, "I like to ride my bike, practice magic, and hang out with my friends...really that's it I have no social life outside of school so." They regretted writing that bit in as a few laughs erupted around the room. "Thank you, you may be seated," J.P stated as Stella sat their butt down fast in embarrassment, the words vanishing. "Mr. Cenmark," J.P held his paper over the fire and when it flamed no words appeared, "please stand up and read what you have written." Aldren was looking down a bit and mumbled something, "what was that?" J.P asked. Aldren mumbled a bit louder but J.P still asked what it was he was saying, "I can't!" Aldren shouted a bit. J.P nodded, "Wow that's a shocker." J.P blew the flame out, "I will be seeing you both for detention during lunchtime." Stella was in shock and saddened, they didn't think this would be how their first class of the day went as they nodded a bit and looked down at the table sadly. Aldren was a bit annoyed and wondered how he would explain this to his brother. After another 40 minutes, the class was over and everyone packed up their bags and headed out. Stella packed up their bag and put it over their shoulder, heading out while Aldren had been the first one to leave. Stella headed out to their locker, putting their books away, and grabbed out their books for the next class. Hectar ran up and hugged them from behind, "hey! How did magic arts go?" Stella sighed a bit, "I got lunch detention." They said as they shut their locker door. "Wait what!?" Hectar said surprised. "Detention already? Never thought you had it in you." Stella looked back to Seira leaning on the lockers. "It wasn't my fault! It's that stupid Aldren Cenmark's fault! Ever since he saw me he had some grudge against me and I don't know why! Now he got me detention!" Stella kicked the locker a bit but stopped and pet it a bit, "Sorry." They sighed, "I'm just hoping I don't have him for summoning class." Hectar smiled, "well I know you will have me!" He jumped a bit excited. Stella smiled, "Well that's good to know!" The bell rang yet again. Seira stood up and turned, "later you two, see you at lunch Hectar and see you after detention Stella," Stella whined a bit as Seira left then walked with Hectar to a door. Hectar put in his key, "8:50." He unlocked the door and they headed in, the desk in the same order as before, Stella sitting alone this time at the crystal table and waved to Hectar who sat at the rose gold table right by them. The teacher that walked in was an older woman, seemingly in her 60's to '70s, a grayish dark green hair and bright red eyes behind golden reading glasses, a light blue dress on, and if she wasn't a teacher she would be mistaken for a grandma. "Alright class, today we will do some basic summoning symbols, each of you takes out a paper and draw this symbol." She pointed to the one she had already written on the board. Stella took out the quill from the first class as everyone seemed to be using those, drawing the symbol. After 5 minutes the teacher instructed the next few steps, the last step was poking your finger with a needle and let one drop of blood fall on the paper. Stella winced a bit as they poked their finger with a needle and let the blood drop onto it, sucking the blood off their finger and watched as the blood faded into the symbol and out flew a small light blue dragon, "wow!" Stella smiled as the dragon flew around them a bit, "what is this miss?" The teacher looked to them, "my name is Mrs. Larosa and that is your spirit animal, fun fact is that those with the same spirit animals are to be destined soulmates but it's always rare you find yours." Stella looked over to Hectar who watched as an adorable little deer ran around him, pretty vines and flowers around its antlers. "Hello," Hectar waved a bit to the deer who bowed at him while Stella's eyes sparkled, "amazing!" They smiled. "This is so cool, I would take magic over math any day." Stella smiled while Hectar nodded in agreement. The bell rang and Stella was shocked, seeing an hour had gone by fast, "Awe man! Why does the time go faster in the fun classes!?" She packed as the little spirit animals disappeared. Stella headed out with Hectar and saw Seira was waiting for them at the lockers already. Stella put their bag in their locker, "alright lunchtime!" They smiled but their bubble was burst by Seira who reminded them of their detention and they deflated a bit. Hectar laughed a bit and pat Stella's head a bit, "don't worry, I'm sure it won't be that bad." Seira nodded, "Yeah plus it's only 2 hours long, you won't die...maybe." Stella looked up nervous, "huh!?" Seira laughed, "I'm kidding, but anyway good luck." Seira waved and turned walking off, "Hectar come on." Hectar looked between the two and sighed a bit, "we will see you later, okay Stella?" He smiled and waved, running after Seira. Stella got up off the floor and got their key, walking to the door and sighing a bit, "10:00." Stella unlocked the door and went in. There sat J.P in his bird position on his desk, looking up to Stella with his green eyes, "welcome to detention." He smiled. Stella stood there a bit, "So what ar-" J.P shushed them, "wait for Mr. Cenmark to get here first before we talk about what you two will be doing for disrupting the class." Stella stayed standing there as the two waited. J.P hopped down and stood in front of them, face to face. Stella was confused and blinked a bit. J.P laughed, "I can see it inside of your eyes, no wonder your here." Stella nervously laughed along with him. J.P turned and sat down again on his desk as Aldren walked in. Aldren saw Stella and sighed, "Of course you're here already." Stella glared a bit, "yeah I know how to be on time, unlike you dragon breath." Aldren tch'ed and looked away, "At least I try with my insults." Stella was about to throw their key at him till a loud clap caught the two's attention. Both looked over to J.P standing on his desk, "now now! none of that!" He hopped down and walked over, "Now that you are both here, I think it's time to get this 2-hour detention started." Stella was handed a bucket and a mop while Aldren was handed some cleaning spray and a rag. The two looked at the cleaning supplies confused and to J.P. "You will both be cleaning out the school attic." J.P smiled. "What!? I'm a Cenmark! I shouldn't be doing something like cleaning!" Aldren shouted while Stella just sighed and accepted this. J.P looked at him, "well then would you like to write a 5 paragraph essay explaining to your parents about today's events?" Aldren shut up at the mention of his parents and looked away. Stella peeped up a bit, "Sir, why are we cleaning the attic?" J.P smiled, "well you see dear Ella, the headmaster told me I had too but I'm making you two do it, so win-win, I don't have to clean and the headmaster gets what she wants." Aldren rolled his eyes, "what's the win for us?" J.P thought, "the fact you guys aren't writing paragraphs and I'm letting you guys take your phones to listen to music. The two sighed and went on their way to the attic, up the tall staircase, and opened the large wooden door. They stood in the archway of the large messy attic, the two looked in shock and sighed, looking at each other and glared a bit, both looking away and heading in to get to work. Seira was eating up some jello while Hectar was worrying about Stella. "Hectar calm down, it's not like the teacher is gonna make Stella and the other guy kill a giant beast and bring its head to him on a stick." Hectar nodded, "Yeah I know that but still, I worry." Adeen overheard them and walked over, sitting by Hectar, "hello! By chance does this so-called other guy happen to be Aldren?" Seira nodded, "yeah what's it to you?" Adeen smiled, "because my brother was complaining all class about how he had detention with a human named Stella." Hectar tilted his head, "brother?" Adeen nodded, "My name is Adeen Cenmark, I'm Aldren's older brother. It's nice to meet you two!" Seira nodded and just slurped her jello over there, while Hectar shook his hand. "So," Seira finished up her jello, "you think those two will last detention together?" She asked. The two boys looked at each other and back at Seira and shook their heads no. Seira nodded, "Yeah I bet 50 one of them comes back with a bruise." Adeen laughed, "I will take that bet." The two shook hands as they continued lunch, unaware of what was going on upstairs in the attic.

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