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bunnies can moo? | amajiki tamaki

synopsis ↬ mirio's bunny tamaki needs help with his heat

warnings ↬ hybrids, reader is a cow!hybrid, tamaki is a bunny!hybrid, nejire is the reader's owner, mirio is tamaki's owner, mirio and nejire are both pro-heroes, i made the reader chubby because fuck it why not, however some parts I might describe body shape vaguely, reader is literally treated like a pet, some nejire x reader but you can skip over that if you'd like, collars, thigh-riding, some mentions of insecurities, reader says 'moo' sometimes, reader is innocent and a bit dumb, breeding k-nk, or-l (receiving), unprotected s-x, milk but no milking, lactation(?), mentions of pregnancy but no actual pregnancy, a lot of c-mming scenes, just a disclaimer i know nothing about the heat cycles of bunnies and cows, all i know is what i googled, I'm sorry if this sounds crap or if there are typos, this exhausted me so much, let me know if I’ve missed anything :)

pairings ↬ bunny-hybrid!amajiki tamaki x cow-hybrid!fem!chubby!reader

word count ↬ 5.5k

fun fact ↬ did you know that bunny babies are called kits/kittens ? 🐰

Nejire anxiously ran her fingers through her hair as she listened intently to Mirio over the phone. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to fathom some of the nonsensical words that left his lips. When her turn to speak came, she stumbled over her words. Desperately trying to find coherent sentences as her feet tapped against the flooring of her apartment. Finally, piecing her string of words together, she said:

"This month's been the worst, Mirio," She tensed for a bit and exhaled before deciding to continue. "I feel so bad... There's nothing I can do to help her."

She peered behind and searched the room, trying to see if you were sneakingly eavesdropping on their conversation. She knew you all too well; whenever you realized how stressed she was, you would always try to cheer her up. In the worst situation, you would mirror her emotions. Nejire knew the last thing you needed right now was more stress. Mirio hummed in a concerned tone; he sympathized with her as he was enduring the same predicament.

"I know how you feel," Nejire calms briefly, at least she has someone that could understand her. "My Tamaki is going through the same problem." His throat hitched over the last word.

"I don't know what to do. She's been following me everywhere I go... I don't wanna be rude, it's not her fault," Nejire's palm rested on her forehead. As the seconds passed, she'd grown more upset.

Indeed, you had been attached to her hip since the very start of your torturous heat. Today was no exception; Nejire sat in the living room with her back facing you. Only a few feet away, you stood and listened in to her conversation. You hurried downstairs before she could see you, clear essence dripping down your bare and plump thighs. Earlier, you stripped out of your bottoms and panties; your skin felt so hot and icky, it was unbearable.

She was the only sense of relief you had. Your previous heats were manageable; the feeling of Nejire's skin against yours seemed to calm you enough. Yet, for the past few days, it's been different.

'Embarrassed' was the wrong word to describe how she felt during the start of your heat. It came so suddenly, the same day you two visited Taishiro and his bull, Kirishima. You kept grasping onto him, trying to coerce him into mounting you in the middle of Taishiro's office. Nejire quickly pulled you off before the redhead complied, and he certainly would have.

As you two were leaving, you must've caught the attention of another hybrid. This time, a blonde-haired hawk with the brightest crimson wings who wanted to approach you, before she shooed him away

At home, there was not much of an improvement. Somehow, traces of your wetness would leak from your cunt and drip onto nearly every fabric of the home. Nejire's already changed your bedsheets twice and cleaned the mess from the couch each time you sat. Always complaining that wearing clothes makes you feel "too sticky and warm!" whenever she would scold you.

"Just have some patience," Mirio coos over the phone. "I'm sure it'll be over soon. I've been busy trying to find Tamaki a new partner, but he doesn't like the ones I show him. I tried using toys once, but he hates them. He's gotten so stressed, won't even let me tend to him."

"Oh, poor Tamaki..."

"Yeah... You know, you could always try that with (Y/N). Using toys or finding her a mate. She's such a cute doll, it won't be hard."

"I don't know if a mate is a good idea... I'll consider using some toys on her, though. Maybe that will help..." Nejire pauses on the phone, staring out into space while in deep thought.

"Hmm... a mate?" Mirio chuckles to himself quietly before continuing. "My Tamaki really needs one right now. Why don't we kill two birds with one stone? C'mon, it'll be convenient for both of us..!"

"You mean... make them mates?" Nejire lets out a soft gasp at the thought, startling herself. "But—But they aren't the same... Is that even okay?"

"Don't stress over it. Different hybrids do it all the time," Mirio says, a little too confident and comfortable for Nejire's liking.

Hearing your whimpers behind her, Nejire turns to stare at you. Her eyes widen at your state: clutching the lower half of your body as your slick coats your inner thighs. You stared at Nejire with puppy eyes, expecting her to fix your problem. She already knew what your actions meant, as you two have been through this ordeal numerous times. She shifted in her seat on the couch, stuttering over her words to a confused Mirio.

"Oh—Oh, sorry! I gotta go. Let's talk more tomorrow, okay?" Nejire exchanges her 'goodbyes' with him and quickly hangs up. "What's the matter, babydoll? Pain?"

"Moo..." You say while nodding. Your heavy head soon falls, staring at the ground before Nejire's soft voice calls to you.

"C'mere," She pats a free space on her thighs and coaxes you to her.

You move, taking a few cautious steps toward the couch and stopping once you are in front of her. Still staring down, this time at her lap, your hold on your tummy eases for a bit. She pats her exposed thighs again and looks up at you, ready for you to sit. Nejire seems a bit saddened and confused when you remain still.

"You want me to sit?” You ask, to which she nods. “But— What if I’m too heavy?”

“Don’t say that, princess. You're perfect,” She holds your waist and ushers you to her lap, making you sit over one of her thighs while facing her.

Your hands instinctively more to wrap around her neck as Nejire beams at you with bright and welcoming eyes. "i know what you want," she coos once feeling your warmth pressing deeply into her thigh. Her hands move to lock around your hips, holding you still while gently rocking you against her skin. One of them moves to your upper back, caressing it while you nuzzle into her neck. The other grazed down to your ass, cupping your full flesh in her palms.

"Hah~..!" Mewling into her ear and rolling your hips softly into her thigh. Nejire smiled to herself as she helped to guide the movement of your body, not minding that her thigh was covered in your mess. Her thigh softly bucked upwards, pressing your swollen clit deeper and relishing at your needy whimpers.

"Did that feel good?" Neijire mumbles quietly yet loud enough for you to hear. You could only respond with a soft moan, rocking your hips back and forth into her skin for some relief. "Yeah? You're such a cutie,"

Her hand moved from your back to gently caress your swooshing tail. Stroking and tugging at it lightly, the way you always enjoyed it. With every pass along her thigh, a warmth pooled in your lower region. Walls twitching as you rubbed on her body, your dripping slick lubed up your cunt. Desperate for more friction, your hips quickened their pace with Nejire's firm hold aiding you.

Rutting your clit against her and panting, she recognized the familiar hitching of your voice. The same sounds she'd been hearing since morning. "gonna cum soon, doll?" She said, relishing in the sweet wet sounds of your pussy on her legs. Her knee bucked into you once more, making you quiver and gasp. Both hands returned to cup your ass as she coaxed your body nearer to a climax.

Feeling you twitch on her skin, she softly laughed to herself. Nejire knew what would happen next, she'd been studying your movements after every heat. Soon, you stilled in her hold before pressing yourself into her with your nails digging into her skin. You released one final moan before your muscles soon quivered along with the frequent flicking of your tail. Your warm juices gushed onto her skin as you panted onto her neck.

"You made a mess... Hmm, you came faster than last time too," She says, staring down at the glistening clear nectar coating her thigh.

"Oh no... 'm sorry," Whispering while clinging to her arms, you lifted yourself up to peer down with her.

"It's okay, don't worry. But hey," Nejire pinches your chubby cheeks, forcing you to look up at her. "Tomorrow, I have a surprise coming... It'll make you feel all better again."

"Really? A surprise?" She smiles brightly seeing your tail flick back and forth. "What is it..?"

"Ah, I can't tell you, or else that'll ruin the surprise..." Unfazed by your pouting lips, she gives you a light tap on the nose. She's not sure whether her plans will work, but still, Nejire decides to stay hopeful. "Now, let's clean up. We've gotta get to bed soon."

Nejire tries to untangle your bodies from each other, except your hands refuse to move. She sighs, not in the mood to deal with any defiance until she feels you nuzzle closer into her neck.

"What's the matter?" She asks but is only met with incoherent whispers and your needy touches. Finally, it clicks in her head.

"Ah, I see... Wanna go again?"

Nejire takes a step back from you, making you twirl while examining your attire. Releasing a pleased hum, she asks if you like the clothes. You nod along and stare at yourself in the full-body mirror. It wasn't the best, but certainly different from the usual style you wear on special occasions. She takes a pink and gold collar and wraps it around your neck; your name is carved into the leather. A small silver cowbell is attached at the center, ringing with every movement of your head.

You wore a white long-sleeve shirt paired with a denim overall dress that flows past your thighs, stopping at your knees. It's loose on certain parts of your body, letting you roam and move freely.

Nejire thought it would've been best to have you all dolled up and make you feel special for this big day. But with Mirio's advice, she decided to go for something simple. He said, "Tamaki won't care about what she has on, that's not what matters," in a tone that made her second-guess agreeing to this meeting.

"I really didn't want to do this, babydoll," She murmured anxiously but seems to regret it once she sees you become nervous as well.

She went out of her way to avoid it until there wasn't much left for her to do.

The same night as Nejire's first phone call with Mirio, she ordered some toys that she thought would be enough — mostly vibrators and dildos in different sizes. She even paid for ultra-fast delivery, making it arrive the next day. You watched as she unboxed each of the toys, presenting them to you as if it was Christmas Day. A bubbling excitement to try out your new gifts seemed to overtake you that night.

It went well, but only for a few minutes.

After helping you strip out of your stuffy clothes, she makes you lie down on your bed. Nejire held up two toys, both vibrators, and asks which is your favorite. They’re quite large; at least bigger than you expected, since Nejire mentioned something about wanting to “start off slow.”

One in the shape of a bullet and fully colored in magenta. While the other was a pastel pink wand with the image of a rabbit carved into its plastic covering. You pointed to the wand; she smiled at your choice and placed the other toy away. There wasn’t any particular reason why you chose it, you just liked how it looked.

Nejire nestled herself to your side before turning on the wand, hovering it over the hood of your clit. Pressing it into your sex on the lowest setting seemed to be enough; the pulsating head sent waves of pleasure through your core. She glides the wand across your folds as wet sputtering noises echoed through the walls.

She leaned downward, her hot mouth enveloped around your hardened nipple. Suckling at the bud and making your moans grow louder in your bedroom. Nejire swears she’s read something online about milking cow hybrids on their heat; it makes them feel so much better. It was only to help you and nothing else, she repeats to herself as the rich and sweet taste of your milk coats her tongue.

With your approving mewls, she pulls her head back and watches as your white liquid cascades down your breast and onto your duvet. Perhaps it was the feeling of her tongue darting against your bud, trying to lap up any milk that came out. Or the feeling of the wand on your swollen clit, making your hips buck upwards desperately. Soon, you felt it fast approaching; ready to unwind and release on the pastel head, more than just once that night.

Until your hands cling onto Nejire again. It’s not your fault, you just need to touch something… anything. To feel, kiss, and hold. You did just that. It must’ve caught her by surprise — your lips pressing a warm kiss into her neck as your hands groped her breast. Nejire pulled away in an instant, just before you could climax.

Nejire tries to convince herself that she’s not into cowgirl pussy. Or maybe she is — no, she isn’t… right? Well, maybe she could try just once. No. No. She isn’t. She’s made you cum all those times, sullying her perfectly clean panties when reminiscing. But she swears on her life, she isn’t.

She mutters a soft “sorry…” before hightailing out of the room, so fast you couldn’t reach out to her in time. Pulled apart with so much force as you watch her leave, visibly confused and slightly pissed.

Nejire grabs her phone, reluctantly yet anxiously dialing Mirio’s number. Praying that he answers soon, which he does. She takes a deep breath and says, “alright, fine… let’s do it tomorrow,” to which he laughs and agrees.

That’s how you two ended up here.

Standing by the front door and waiting for Mirio to arrive, Nejire caresses your horns and strokes your ears. She believes she's trying to relax you, but she seems to be the only one nervous. Her hands touch your collar and smooth out any wrinkles in your clothing. Leaning down, she whispers countless times about how beautiful you are. It wasn't unusual for her to give you compliments, but with each affirmation, she seems to calm down.

Nejire jumps at the sound of the doorbell, startled by the noise. She curses under her breath before holding your hand and guiding you to the front door. Her hands seem to tremble as she unlocks it, not even bothering to ask who's at the door. She already knows, they've arrived exactly on time.

When she opens the door, a tall blonde man appears — the brightest smile is plastered across his face. He greets Nejire with an upbeat voice and pulls her into an embrace, which she more than happily returns. His muscular arms flex through his tight long sleeve shirt, you almost miss it with his blinding smile.

As soon as they separate, his round doll-like eyes land on you. His hands move to his hips, in a superman stance. He arches his back, leaning lower until you two are face-to-face with each other.

"So, you must be (Y/N)," His large palm pats your head, stroking your ears rougher than Nejire. "Aren't you the cutest?"

"...Thank you," You sheepishly say to the man, who doesn't appreciate your shyness.

"Oh, c'mon..." He pinches your round cheeks softly, "Don't you remember me? Lemillion? Say it with me... the future's gonna be..?"

"Moo..?"

"...Grim!" He says, but you remain unfazed which makes him a little disappointed. "That's what you're supposed to say, but don't worry... it's me, Mirio! I guess it's been a while since the last time we saw each other.”

“Yeah, about a year,” Nejire says while caressing your shoulder. “I don’t think she still remembers… hopefully,”

“It was when we rescued her from that awful farm," Mirio’s face grimaces in disgust before he continues. “From those terrible owners… I can’t believe it’s been a year, it still feels like yesterday.”

"The vet said it wasn't a good idea to bring it up again, Mirio," Nejire frantically says, not wanting to discuss your bad memories. “She doesn’t— uh, we’re starting to move on from that…”

"She doesn't seem too bothered, right?" Mirio glances at you once more but continues speaking, obviously not caring about your input. "She was so sick when we found her and the others, it's a miracle she survived."

"Yeah..." Nejire mumbles with glossy eyes, you swear it looks like she's holding back tears.

"You know," Mirio's deep blue eyes lock with you again. "You should be thankful for Nejire. She helped nurse you back to health and took you in from the shelter. She raised you well! Just perfect for my precious Tamaki!"

Tamaki? You try and peer behind Mirio's frame to see another man with indigo hair standing with his body towards a wall. You can't see his face too well, his large bunny ears cover his reddening cheeks. He's almost as tall as Mirio but his hunching back makes him seem smaller than he actually is.

"Tamaki's still as shy as ever,"

"Sorry, he's been like that since we got here..." Mirio stares back to examine Tamaki who sinks further into himself once feeling all the eyes on him.

He proceeds to ramble about finding Tamaki on the same farm; injured and walking around, a few feet away from the cowshed where you stayed with the other cows. Your previous owner never let any of you outside to graze or play around, so you never saw Tamaki or anyone else. Mirio proclaims this to be fate, perhaps it is as your eyes are transfixed on the bunny.

The way his ears flop down into his face is so... adorable? It makes your heart swell at his actions. Tamaki feels the same way about you too, except it's a different "swelling" — the aroma of your lingering heat travels through his lungs and shoots to his length with every breath. Tightening in his sweatpants into a noticeable bulge that he can't hide anymore, and no one bothers mentioning. You only notice the cute twitching of his nose at the scent.

"Well, come inside," Nejire steps back away from the door to let Mirio in. He grasps Tamaki’s arm and tugs him inside. “I prepared everything just as you asked.”

She walks them to your bedroom and opens the door for Mirio to see. Your bed is neatly made and covered in a fresh pink duvet — specifically used for this occasion. Various toys are left out on a small table; Nejire thought it would be best to have them, just in case. Mirio only laughed and said you would never need to use it. She warned you not to touch them, luckily there was no need since she’d brought you to another orgasm only a few hours prior. Quenching whatever needs you had for a short time.

“It looks perfect,” Mirio takes a step inside, only to glance around the room. “You did better than I thought you would,”

“Really? Does the design look alright? Are the bedsheets too thin? Is the room too cold?” She spews questions at Mirio, just like her usual behavior but he only responds with a deep chuckle.

“You worry too much, Nejire… Now,” He turns to Tamaki who still has his face aimed towards the ground with no interest in looking. “Why don’t we get started? We have a playdate with Yagi’s bunny tonight.”

“I think Tamaki’s getting excited already,” Nejire laughs to herself before leading you into the room.

“Are you, boy?” He scratches the back of Tamaki’s ears, making them twitch in surprise while his feet thump on the ground. Mirio nudges him into your bedroom and turns to you while saying, “now, take care of my precious sun,”

Nejire gives you a warm smile; a visible hint of concern covers her face as she says, “come and call us if you need anything.” Mirio winks at you and shuts the door.

“Hi..!” You say, maybe a little too excited. Your voice causes Tamaki to retreat further away from you.

“Hi…” Tamaki mumbles back, battling between trying to find somewhere to hide or devouring your scent.

Tamaki’s shoulder slumped inwards, too standoffish and cowardly. He wore a plain t-shirt and loose sweatpants, it seemed like he had something large inside? He stood awkwardly in your room, not knowing where to stand. He seemed too scared to look up and face you properly, he hadn’t even gotten a good look at you since he arrived.

“Are you okay? You look scared…” Concerned, you took a step closer to him but it only makes him tense. "You don't have to be scared of me. Do you want me to show you around my room? C'mon, I have some new toys..!"

You pointed over to the small table where an array of toys was laid out. Tamaki shyly looked up to glance at them; his eyes soon landed on a pink wand that was marked by your scent. Oh god, as if he needed more temptations to battle. With every passing second, trying to avoid you became impossible. Well, Nejire hasn't shown you around your friends often during your heat. It must be nice seeing a new face.

"Huh..?" Tamaki stares down at you, just briefly. You reach upwards and scratch at his ears. He releases a pretty loud groan and thumps his feet against the ground.

"Bunny, you're so adorable! Won't you play with me?" You take another step closer, and the scent of your heat engulfs his lungs.

"W- Wait, I can't..." He moves another step backward, making you move in his direction.

"What's wrong?" Your eyes scan over his body and notice the tent in his loose sweatpants. "Is it this? Does it hurt, bunny?" Pointing at the bulge, your palm soon instinctively moves to palm him through the fabric.

Tamaki's breath hitches, startled by your touch as he shudders at your hands on him. As a whine leaves his lips, you pull away, thinking that he is in pain, "'m sorry, did that hurt..?"

He sharply exhales and nods, "yeah..." while his rosy cheeks deepen in their color. Perhaps it was the way your hand curiously touched him, trying to explore his new territories. Or maybe it did "hurt"? He'd been “hurting” since he stepped into your home. Tamaki knew the perfect solution to take the pain away; he'd done it so many times before, why did he feel shy now? He seemed to accept your scent and the need to make his claim over you. It was only primal. It was only natural. With your lingering touches, you must want it too, he thought.

"Oh, I can get Mirio to help," You say while facing the direction of the door. Tamaki reaches out to hold you back from walking; his grip on your arm is tight, too desperate and needy.

"No, no. Please don't go," He pleads, giving you a strange expression.

"But you said you're in pain?"

"Yeah, I am, but—" He stares down and smiles to himself, still blushing. "You smell really good..."

"I do..?" Your eyes trail down to his, Tamaki's looking at your tummy — or at least that's what you think. His nose twitches again, inhaling you another time this evening.

You lean into Tamaki, breathing in his scent just as he did yours. Oh, how did you miss it? To any normal person, they would've been indifferent. But, to you, it was a sweet-smelling musk that sent a tingle to your core. You wanted more, your pupils dilated as you locked eyes with Tamaki. He smiled before reaching down to hold your hand. Until you feel warmth return to the pit of your stomach. Oh no, it was starting again.

Tamaki's hand intertwines with yours, afraid to let you go now that he senses your heat intensifying. You thought it would be fine for a few more hours, at least that's what Nejire claimed.

His other hand presses against your soft tummy, trailing down each dip and curve before stopping at your mound. Somehow he acts with a bit more confidence, too mesmerized by your scent now. With a strong need to touch, hold and feel. Anything to get close to your body. You need Nejire, now.

"I—I have to call Nejire... Oh no..." Not yet, not when you haven't gotten the chance to spend time with him. It seems like Tamaki has different plans in store for you.

"I can take care of it for you..." He kneels until he's at eye level with your heat and hikes up the hem of your skirt.

Marveling at the sight of your exposed heat, he peered up with glee. His nose and ears twitched simultaneously as Tamaki remained eager to sink in and devour you. Flattening his tongue, he takes long licks against your slick covered skin. His tongue moved from your inner thighs right to the warmth erupting in your core. Your hands instinctively grasped his indigo hair, trying to hold something but pushing him closer. Until you feel his nose rubbing against your clit, taking in your scent and wanting to melt into your body.

"T—Tama...Ki~" You mewled out as you felt him glide across your folds, collecting and tasting everything on his tongue. A new sensation you've never felt before; it was different from Nejire or any of the toys she'd used on you.

He happily maneuvered his warm muscle to your swollen clit. Darting his tongue across your bud, he feels your thighs tremble in his hands. Soon, Tamaki held your plump hips closer as he stopped you from falling. It didn't take long before you no longer want Nejire's help anymore. You'd forgotten all about her when you saw saliva and your juices covering Tamaki's chin. Attaching his lips to your bud, he suckled on the nub as wet sounds echoed through the room.

Bucking your hips against Tamaki’s tongue, you felt him slip his warm muscle past your folds. He trailed along your delicate skin, soon dipping the tip of his tongue inside your entrance, just briefly before slipping out. His lips curled into a sly smirk against your skin as you shuddered. Peering up, he becomes so enamored at your reactions — at every twitch your body makes and the not-so-soft yelps that messily escape through the grit of your teeth. His tongue soon finds your clit again, this time focusing deeper on your sex.

"O—Oh... Hah... Bunny— Slow down... Or 'm gonna..." You tried to say, instead stuttering over nearly every word as Tamaki quickened his movements on your clit. He didn't seem to care, his ears no longer hung low instead they protruded. Your walls clenched on his tongue as they gushed clear nectar that he soon greedily lapped up.

Panting, you tried to take a step away until his hands grip deeper into your skin. Tamaki's not done just yet, "where ya going, doll?" he dribbled past his lips, "i've gotta clean you up first." He licks your folds clean until only his saliva remains. With each pass of his tongue on your sensitive heat, you tremble softly.

When he's satisfied he pulls away, quickly standing and helping you sit on the end of your bed. Tamaki uses his hands to wipe any of your mess on his mouth, he blushes a deep pink as he realizes what he's just done.

"Oh fuck... I'm so sorry," He says with an earnest and genuine expression on his face. This time, Tamaki can stare at you — at least he doesn't seem too embarrassed. "I mean— You just looked really nice... You probably hate me, I'm sorry..."

"No, I don't," You offer him a warm smile that calms him. "Is that why you were so shy around me?" Tamaki nods to your question. "I—I really liked it too... Can we— Can we do it again?"

“Yeah,” Tamaki takes a few steps closer until he stands directly in front of you.

His hands fumble with the straps of your overall skirt, not used to the clothing. After a few tries, you help him unbuckle each strap and slip out of them. He helps you out of your shirt and carefully places your clothing neatly in your room. When he’s in front of you again, you reach for the waistband of his sweatpants. He stops you with his hand halting your movements.

“Can I touch?” You ask with puppy eyes but Tamaki isn’t fazed by you at all.

“No… don’t worry about me,” He says while gently nudging you on your back. “Wanna save it for later. But now, I just wanna taste you again…”

Tamaki’s hands softly caressed your hips, gently raising and spreading your legs before dipping into your inner thighs. He stared lovingly at your slick as a blush covered his cheeks again, proud at the sight. He lowered his head until he disappeared between your legs, holding them tightly to keep you still.

You can feel his hot and heavy breath against your skin. Tamaki’s lips trail soft kisses along your thighs, stopping once he’s arrived at your swollen clit again. He places one last kiss on your bud before using his flat tongue to lap at any essence that leaked from your entrance. Still sensitive from your orgasm, you quiver and moan with each touch on your clit.

Soon, he removes his tongue from your folds and eases up briefly. His middle finger glides along your slick, teasing your clit gently before plunging inside your warm entrance as you release a soft moan at the feeling. Your walls clench around his finger, sucking him deeper as he moved in and out. Tamaki’s hips buck into your mattress as he tried to build friction on his aching cock. Each roll of his hips matched the movement of his fingers, trying desperately to mimic as if he was actually fucking you.

Leaning down once again, you feel his tongue flick against your clit. Delicate yet sharp touches before he’s attached to it, suckling on your bud. Tamaki’s middle finger curls into your velvety walls, trying to find the spot that makes you clench around his fingers. As he does, your hands claw at his scalp, not too rough but enough for his hips to roll deeper into the plush mattress.

“Mmph~ Hah..! Tama—” You try to call his name, but a sudden warm feeling returns — a flood of ecstasy threatening to spill over again.

Your walls quiver around Tamaki’s finger as he slows his pace to help you cool down after your climax. “fu—fuck,” he says while slipping his finger out of your cunt. He’s too busy peeping down at the annoying tent inside his sweatpants. Of course, he wouldn’t let the opportunity pass. He placed his middle finger inside his mouth, although he knew your taste well, Tamaki suckles on his finger until it was glossy and only stained with his saliva.

“Fuck..!” He hisses under his breath when he’s done. Easing up off the mattress, you see it. A wet spot in the fabric of his pants, right over his clothed tip. The lightest damp patch stained your mattress sheets.

Tamaki’s eyebrows furrow and he seems agitated at the sight. It took you some time to realize as you were still dazed. He’s disappointed; what a waste of perfectly good seed. It’d been so long since he’d done this with someone, maybe he got a little carried away? God, he wanted it inside you so bad. He couldn’t wait any longer, or else it would’ve driven him mad. Tamaki needed to be inside, feel your walls on his cock just as they did with his fingers. If he got really lucky, you could cum on his shaft.

When you asked if he was alright, he simply chuckled and nodded, “yeah, yeah… even better since you tasted so good.” Tamaki eases up off the mattress, he fumbles with his shirt and sweats before throwing them on the ground — hastily and with no care. You follow and sit up just as he returns to his original position. Tamaki raises his hand to gently push you back onto the soft duvet until you stop him…

“Will you let me touch now?” You ask while flashing puppy eyes at Tamaki who can’t resist them.

He nods again, opening his arms as an invitation for you to come closer. Loosely holding onto one of your hands, Tamaki pulls you closer to him. He gazed away shyly as he heard your breath hitch in surprise. His mushroom tip, the same color as his pink cheeks, leaked his clear precum. Veins adorned his protruding shaft as it nestled high with patches of indigo hair covering the base.

Tamaki guides your hand to wrap around his length. He places his fingers over yours, helping you pump along his foreskin. It felt so uncomfortably stiff in your palms. Almost brimming with impatience despite speckles of white along his pink head. You cheekily traced your thumb along his oozing slit, to which Tamaki responds with a sharp gasp.

“Lay back down, doll,” He whispers but ushers you along impatiently. His hand replaces yours as he strokes his cock. Staring down at your heat while nestling in the space between your legs.

Soon, Tamaki presses his tip against the hood of your clit; he closes his eyes briefly and prepares as if it’s his first time. His tip prods your entrance as he enters you, hips easing closer inch by inch. Expletives leave his lips as he stretches you out; you fit so snugly and tight, coaxing him deeper inside you. He caresses along your sides before stopping at your hips and grasping your plump skin.

The sudden pressure invites pain through your entrance despite his skillful tongue making you climax. As he bottoms out — tip kissing your cervix — he holds himself up with one of his arms with the other still attached to your skin. Positioning himself so that you two are face-to-face. Tamaki smiles and stares down at you with unwavering and lovestruck eyes. Until he notices your furrowed eyebrows as you wince through your teeth.

Seeing this, his lips curl into a frown. Now, you're his mate — or you will be very soon, Tamaki hopes it's for life — and the only being of importance on his mind right now. When he asks what's wrong in a caring and tender voice, you trail your hand down to your lower stomach and say, "pain..." He presses his lips against yours, trying to shush any cries that leave your throat.

As a minute passes, he starts moving his kisses along your neck and chest to make you relax. Waiting until your face begins to soften, he starts to move and shifts backward before his hips connect with yours. Tamaki's kisses soon become harsh; suckles and nips into your skin leaves behind light bruises. His teeth sink into a small space on your neck, not too painful but enough for you to release a quiet gasp. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, urging him closer to your body until he nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder. Tamaki's hips move languidly, gently rocking as his cock massages your velvety walls. His breath hitches in his throat as he moans; raspy and hushed, it tickles the hairs on your neck

His sweet touches on your body replaced any pain, soon making your tense muscles loosen. Placing his lips along your jaw, Tamaki tries desperately to hold off the primal urges in him wanting to devour you whole. The way you squeeze tight around his cock nearly makes him uncoil and spill his seed inside, completely swallowed by your slick warmth. His hips start to slow; lifting his head upwards as he slides out of you until only the head of his cock is inside. He peers down at your essence coating his cock, making his foreskin shine under the light of your bedroom.

Tamaki lets out an exasperated sigh, still pissed off from releasing it too early. He can't waste anything this time. You're too distracted by the sight of his ears sticking up that you notice him adjusting your legs too late. He tightly grasps the back of your thighs before pushing them up to your chest. "sh—shit...", he swears as he presses you further into the bedsheets. Burying deep inside you with every sharp thrust of his hips, Tamaki picks up his pace. His gasps became louder, incoherent whines that bounced off the walls of the room. His voice easily surpassed yours with the wave of ecstasy coursing through his shaft.

One of his hands moves from your legs and travels to your chest. Tamaki's palm gropes your breast, squeezing around your flesh until sweet, rich milk starts to flow from your nipple. He leans down, attaching his lips to your bud and suckling as your milk squirts out and onto his tongue. His other hand tweaks your next bud with two of his fingers making more of your milk spew out; the tiny amount that failed to touch his tongue dripped along your breast and onto your bedsheets. Darting across your nipple with the same rhythm of his hips, warmth returning to the core makes you call to him:

"Tama—ki..! Mmph~..." Stuttering out his name must have triggered something in him. As if you were coaxing him closer and accepting him as your mate. Plant his seed, to breed and mark his territory inside your aching walls.

His thrusts become sloppy, balls slapping onto your dripping cunt and soft ass. Slick trickles down your cheeks and splatters onto your sheets as your bodies melt together into one. Tamaki starts thinking of your belly even fuller with his kits and babies growing inside, your tits swollen and plump leaking with milk. The nonexistent images running through his mind made his hips pump into you with vigor. His face, flushed and covered by his wet hair, lifts up as his hands cage either side of your body. Your nails claw into his shoulders and litter his with red indents, marking him just as he did to you.

Tamaki presses his forehead against yours, closing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth. His body stills and then shudders over yours, he loudly grunts as his cock twitches inside your walls. Draining all of his seed and coating you in his scalding white cum. His grasp on your body tightens as if he's worried that you'll run away, he keeps a lock on your body. You give gentle pats on his back, trying to calm him while his chest rose and lowered heavily.

He catches his breath for a few brief moments, reluctant to pull away until he's done. But, like the energetic bunny he is, he can't seem to stay still. Tamaki slips out of you and covers his hand over your heat, careful not to make anything spill. He wraps his arm around your waist and gently turns you over until you're on your tummy with your ass up.

"What—What are you do—doing?" You croak, thighs quivering and weakened with your ass up. You can't kneel on the bed completely so you lay flat on your tummy and peer back at him.

"J—Just one more time..." Tamaki says, already sinking into your warm heat. "Please," Yet, he doesn't give you any time to answer.

His hips piston into you, smacking against your full ass while his hands find their way to your love handles. He grips your flesh in his palms and guides your ass to his cock, just right. "oh fuck—fuck... can't wait, babydoll... full with my— our kits... we'll—nngh... we'll be a big hap—happy family..." Tamaki pants while rambling over you, each thrust pushing you further into the mattress. "don't you want my—my cubs, doll? a big litter..."

Perhaps it was in the moment or your heat making you want more of him, "please... tamaki, i want it—fill me up..." You stutter over your words, but it pleases him. Your walls begin to flutter around his cock, pulsating and squeezing around him. You can't see it, too enamored by bliss, but you feel Tamaki's nails dig into your sides and hear the hiss of his teeth. The whites of his eyes flash briefly as they roll to the back of his head. Mouth agape, a painful whine flees his throat. He does as you ask, filling you up to the brim with more of his creamy cum.

As he calms from his high, he doesn't notice the trickle of his essence that leaves your entrance and runs down your thigh. "you're so perfect for me... i can't wait..." Tamaki's reluctant to pull out, not yet... Instead, he maneuvers your body until he can spoon you. Cock still nestled deep inside you, he wraps his arm around your side and tummy. Exhausted, his warm body lulls you to sleep.

The closing credits of their final movie flashed across the screen as Nejire and Mirio sat on the couch. Mirio's eyes drifted off as he yawned, taking a sip of his beer. Nejire's feet anxiously tapped against the mahogany flooring. Her hands would constantly play with her phone, too worried to actually use it besides checking the time.

It was getting late and the once loud noises made between you and Tamaki had died down quite a bit. She wasn't sure if she had heard anything for the past hour. Her eyes went to Mirio who seemed like he was close to passing out from exhaustion from waiting for Tamaki. Nejire cleared her throat, wanting to dump her racing thoughts, and said:

"Mirio," The blonde's gaze moved from the television screen to Nejire once hearing her call him. "Don't you think we should check on them now? It's getting really late and I'm a little worried..."

"I told you, there's nothing to worry about," He sets his nearly empty beer can on the coffee table. "But sure, we've gotta get going soon."

With little patience, Nejire stands from her seat and begins walking in the direction of your room. A drowsy Mirio follows behind her, stumbling along the way with the amount of beer in his system. It's oddly quiet, not that you were a loud person, but it made Nejire restless regardless of this.

As she approaches, Nejire notices the dim light coming from your room. She knocks on the door and calls your name. There's no response.

"Just open it," Mirio says bluntly while shrugging his shoulders.

Nejire hesitates as she twists open the doorknob, instead choosing to peer through a small gap. It’s a little dark, she doesn’t see you immediately but when she does, her heart melts.

You and Tamaki lay in bed together with bodies intertwined with him holding you in a protective embrace. Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea after all?

“Ha… I’ll just call Yagi and cancel our plans,” Mirio laughs, joining Nejire as she stares.

She almost forgets that you’re both nude until she sees the cum-stained sheets. Squeaking in surprise, Nejire hurries backward and shuts the door lightly.

“She—She won’t get pregnant, right? Right?” Nejire frantically asks, not amused by Mirio’s calmness.

“I dunno… maybe? Maybe not? We’ll see in nine months.”

“Maybe?” Nejire bubbles with anxiety, praying that you’re not. “I thought you said it was fine!”

“Uh—” Mirio scratches the back of his neck with a guilty expression shown on his face. “That was a lie… I kinda got desperate. Tamaki was being a little difficult.”

“But—But we won’t have the time to take care of them…”

“Well, you should’ve thought about that before you agreed,” As Nejire was about to respond, he shushes her. “Shh, don’t raise your voice, it’ll be fine. Cheer up…” Mirio pats Nejire’s shoulders before taking a few steps away from the door.

“Where are you going?”

“You don’t mind if we sleep over, do you? Wouldn’t wanna disturb our new lovebirds…”

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cutielights · 7 months

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*inhales*

HI!!! I just wanna say, ur one of my favorite creators!! And I wanna make a request for the Rottmnt boys!

Hear me out…

Rottmnt Boys x Cosplayer reader?? Eh???

Thank u!!

-Stars

Awhh thanks!

@starsundermars

Forcing myself into writing again through exposure therapy

I usually make my own Halloween costumes so that’s helpful for this ig

Tw: Briefly mentions sewing needles

Rise! Boys x Cosplayer Reader

Leo

He tries on the wigs

Yk, to test them

Can’t have you wearing faulty wigs or something

“Hey do you know where my new wig is?”

“Uhhhhhhhhhhh… no?”

Just stare him down he’ll cave eventually

I feel like he’d participate with you

No yeah he’d definitely do that

Costume party’s every day baby

He’d call up and be like “Who are you today?”

Raph

He thinks it’s cool!

Asks you to dress up as wrestlers together

He gets to be ghost bear :]

Doesn’t particularly like when you wear elaborate pieces

But only because he’s scared he will break them with his big hands :[

Poor baby

Likes the makeup aspect of it, thinks it’s cool how you can shape-shift

Don’t worry tho, he’s not telling the church

Was devastated when he accidentally ripped a costume one time

Raph, no Raph don’t cry, Raph it can be fixed- That one needed an upgrade anyway I swear

Donnie

You need an elaborate explanation on how to make the framework for this winged characters wings?

On it

You need the materials for a skeleton of a said characters wings?

On it

Stuck on what to plan? He’s got a list. Yes he did write atomic lass down twice

That super rare limited edition print fabric you needed that looked EXACTLY like the character’s dress you have planned sold out?

Don’t ask where he got it, just take it

Asks you to be Atomic Lass

More than once

Maybe it could be a birthday surprise or something

Mikey

Asks you to make his Halloween costumes for him

He will help OBVIOUSLY

But he just wants your special skills

He likes making the sketches for the costumes

He’ll model the fabric if you beg him hard enough

Okay you didn’t actually have to beg that much

Just do it at your house please, he’ll never live it down if one of his brothers see him

Or don’t, your choice

Kitty bandages on hand for sewing needle injuries

Go to cons together, just do it

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sugarcloudsky · 1 year

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Henlo! can i request a platonic dark choco x tween!reader that takes place after the events of chapter 14? like a first meet kinda thing where dark ends up taking the reader under his wing? the rest of the details are up to you! sorry if this was a tad bit specific

「Vindication」

character: dark choco cookie (platonic)

cws: semi graphic descriptions of blood and wounds, possibly ooc dark choco ive never written for him :(

wc: 1.3k

this one took a lot of editing, hopefully it turned out ok!! requests are being worked on as fast as i can, im sorry everyone!!!

Strength can bring no good if it’s born from the suffering of others.

This he may have realized far too late. He had already stained the Strawberry Jam Sword with the suffering of countless cookies of his kingdom. No— the Dark Cacao Kingdom. He does not believe he deserves the title of prince of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, especially at a time such as this one.

Although Dark Choco Cookie had now freed himself from the weight of the sword, he still held a heavy darkness in his mind. He finally let go of his dark past, but he could never truly erase his mistakes. Something deep down inside him selfishly wanted to turn around, and return to the spot on the throne besides his father, but he knew it was never possible for someone like him.

He was not worthy of redemption, he was sure of it.

Yet, something in him still ached for the sense of relief. That maybe to at least one cookie, he could be a good person. That maybe one day, a cookie would look up to him in the same manner as he looked up to his own father.

He stops in his tracks, staring into sugar snow below his feet. The crystal-like powder sparkles underneath him. The howls of cream wolves can be heard in the distance. A sigh escapes his lips, deciding he should continue moving, or else he may become the cream wolves’ next meal.

“Hhgh— Help— Help me… anyone— please!”

A voice.

He freezes. His head quickly whips around towards the source, and in the very distance, he can almost make out a small amount of movement hidden in the trees. Squinting his eyes, he realizes what he sees.

A cookie. They seem to be much smaller than he is, but he assumes it's due to the distance between them.

Dark Choco Cookie hesitates. What should he do? Should he approach the cookie? What if it was a trap? What if the cookie was actually injured? He doesn’t know how to react, or what to do.

“Please! I—I Need help! I’m hurt! Someone— help me please!”

A pit forms in his stomach. Even if it was a trap, he couldn’t imagine living with himself if he ignored a cookie pleading for help, especially after every atrocious act he’d committed. Perhaps it was the prince still in him, but as quickly as he stopped moving, he rushed towards the cookie crying out.

When he's close enough, he realizes that you seem to be smaller than he had first thought. You weren’t a little kid, but you were obviously not quite an adult either. At the sound of his footsteps in front of you, you flinch.

The two of you lock eyes for a moment, your red teary eyes meeting his widened eyes. His eyes quickly land on your leg, which appears to have a large gash embedded in it, blood continuously oozing out of the wound. His heart sinks. There was an attempt from you to cover the wound, but with the thin fabric of your coat and your shaking hands, not much could be done. Not to mention, the cold weather was slowly getting to you as well.

“What happened?” he gets straight to the point. He kneels down on one knee, taking a closer look at the wound. The shape of the wound seems to resemble teeth markings.

Cream wolves.

“The— the, hhg, the wolves… they attacked me.” You’re barely able to choke out a response, painful sobs racking your chest. It hurts— it hurts so much. It’s unbearable. You’re so scared. “I don’t— hh, I don’t wanna die! Please, please—”

“Be quiet,” he hushes you, more harshly than he intended, tearing off a chunk of his cape. “They’ll come back if we make too much noise. I’ll help you.”

He tightly wraps the torn fabric around your leg, hoping the pressure will subside the bleeding, at least a little. He watches as you bite your lip in an attempt to quiet your sobs. A somber feeling clouds over him, feeling sorry for your current state.

After he’s sure the gash is properly covered, he stands up again. Your eyes follow him, still crying. He extends his hand out to you.

“Let’s move. I’ll carry you on my back. I’ll bring you somewhere safer.”

“…O—Okay.”

A much smaller hand grasps his, and he gently pulls you up. In one swift movement, he hoists you onto his back, careful not to touch your injured leg. He feels you wrap your arms around his neck from behind, your head burying into his neck, tears staining his dark cape.

He sighs as he begins walking in the direction he was headed in previously. Except now, he has a bit of an unexpected companion with him. Despite the circumstances, he somehow felt a sense of comfort having someone else with him. He didn’t consider himself a hero, no, far from it, but he didn’t regret stopping to help.

After a couple minutes of silence only occasionally interrupted by your soft sobbing, he decides to ask you the question, “Where are your parents?”

He feels you tense against him.

“I don’t know—” You squeezed him, “The cream wolves— they… they attacked my home— I— I saw— my parents— They were— I don’t wanna go back—!”

“It’ll be alright.” he interrupts, barely above a whisper, “You’ll be alright.”

He frowns, imagining what must have happened to you based on your despair and what you were able to mutter out to him. Dark Choco Cookie then thought back to when he saved Milk Cookie when he was a young kid and his home village from the large cream wolves. Huh. History truly does repeat itself.

“Do you have anywhere else to go?”

Your silence is his answer.

For a moment, he thinks. What would happen if you stayed with him? It would only be temporary, surely. Only until you’re fully healed, he’ll have you on your way. But that had his mind racing once again. Where would you go once you’re healed? Surely it would be dangerous for you to return to whatever was left of your home— the cream wolves may as well have you for good.

It’ll be fine. He’ll keep you with him for as long as necessary, and eventually the two of you will part ways. He won’t get attached. He doesn’t get attached.

But before Dark Choco Cookie even realizes, the words come out.

“You can stay with me for the time being. I’ll properly patch up your leg once we get to a safer place.”

“…Mhm.”

He feels your grip on him loosen slightly as you let out a shaky sigh. Your head rests against his shoulder, your messy hair tickling his cheek. At this moment, Dark Choco Cookie noticed your crying had finally died down, being replaced with mere sniffles. He felt the urge to comfort you more, hug you and tell you that it’ll be okay and the both of you will be okay, but he restrains himself. He simply continues to walk, treading across the seemingly endless forest lined with nature covered in white sugar snow.

Was it really okay for someone like him to help you? You were so young— so guiltless, in comparison to the guilt ridden man holding you so carefully. If you knew what this man held, would you still have accepted his help?

He knows he deserves no forgiveness, nor a second chance.

But in this instance, maybe he could let himself do some good for once, just like he did all those years ago by his father’s side. His lips curl upwards just slightly at the memories of the Dark Cacao Kingdom that he once held close to him.

He shakes his head. His past with the Cookies of Darkness was now behind him. He was a new person now. He is no longer the monster he once was. No matter what curse Pomegranate Cookie lays upon him, he’ll be okay. He’d never let himself fall to someone like her.

It’ll be okay, he knows it.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #crk #crk x reader #fanfiction #x reader #dark choco x reader #dark choco cookie #platonic #platonic x reader

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phoenixstartedthefire · 3 years

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Coraline analysis

Okay so I may be obsessed with Coraline and fallen down a rabbit hole of the lore behind it and I find it super interesting and very cool. I’ve seen and heard a lot of theories about it and I wanted to talk about it. Most of these theories aren’t my original ideas. This will mostly be a mix of other theories I’ve seen that I like the most/make the most sense. Because some of them are just completely outlandish and make no sense. This will probably be a multiple part thing and I’ll probably add onto it as I delve deeper into the universe and have more thoughts. Don’t take these as facts as they are only theories. I just think it’s cool to delve deeper into the meaning behind these things. I would also be happy to hear some of your thoughts as well! Also trigger warning because I will be discussing death in parts of this so don’t feel pressured to read this if that makes you uncomfortable. That being said, get ready for some extreme over analyzing and a very unnecessary essay that I started at 4am. But if you follow me, you should know that I do that quite a lot. Essays are fun when you actually care about the subject.

Okay the first thing I wanna discuss is the idea of three universes of sorts. In which Coraline never returns to the real world. We know of the existence of the real world and the other world but what about the existence of a third world that you enter once you go return through the door? I’ve seen the third world called a limbo so that’s what I’m going to calling it as to be as clear as possible. In this limbo, the other mother still controls but doesn’t directly intervene as she does in the other world. We know that the doll that Coraline gets in the beginning is a spy for the other mother so she can see what’s wrong with Coraline’s life and manipulate the other world to solve those problems. But Coraline didn’t have the doll with her when she went clothes shopping with her real mother so how would the other mother know that she wanted interesting clothes? Also consider that Coraline never interacts with her neighbors until after she enters the other world for the first time. I believe that once she enters the other world and travels back through the door, she enters a limbo of sorts where the other mother can see her at all times. She only needed the doll in the beginning. And at the end, we see Coraline’s ideal world. Where her parents are loving and spend time doing things with her and her neighbors are eccentric but overall lovable. They pretty much do a complete 180 from the beginning of the movie. What caused the change of heart from her parents? They aren’t as perfect as they seemed in the other world. They’re just flawed enough to seem believable while still making her want to stay in the limbo. I hope that makes sense.

Now for the reason the other mother wants children in the first place. The film makes you believe that she eats the children after she sews buttons in their eyes but that’s not true. She doesn’t eat them in the physical sense but feeds on their souls. The reason she tries to lure them in by being their ‘mother’ is because she feeds on the love they feel. And that’s why the other mother is fine with Coraline staying in the limbo. Her ‘real’ mother doesn’t exist there but Coraline still believes she does and loves her like a child would love a mother. And the reason she doesn’t lure adults in is because they a) have more common sense and b) don’t rely as much on feelings like that. They’ve outgrown them for the most part. I’m not saying that adults can’t love their parents. But they don’t feel the same love for them that they did as a child. She of course would rather Coraline stay in the other world with her because it’s easier to feed on her that way but she is still content with her staying in the limbo place and puts up a big fight to make Coraline believe she’s going back to the real world and she can’t feed off her anymore.

I also want to discuss the button eyes. I think the main reason for them is so Coraline thinks she can tell the other world from the real world. There’s a point in the movie where the other mother poses as Coraline’s real mother with normal eyes so we know she’s capable of producing people with normal eyes. It’s all a trick. Now I don’t think that other than the trick the buttons are useless. We’ve established that the doll Coraline is given is a spy and uses the button eyes as a look into the real world. But once they’re in the other world, the buttons are just used as a trick so Coraline thinks she can distinguish the real world from the other world.

Now for my second theory that’s pretty much confirmed if you actually pay attention to the movie but still a theory technically. That the well is another portal to the other world. Wybie says in the beginning that the well is so deep that if you fall down it that you’ll see a sky full of stars. It’s always night in the other world. Also the well is surrounded by mushrooms in a circle. There’s a belief from some people outside of the Coraline world that a formation of mushrooms in a circle is supposed to be an entrance into a magical world. It also has a negative connotation that it’s an evil magical world and it’s referred to as a fairy circle. So the other mother doesn’t actually die/get defeated in the end. Coraline essentially gives the key back to her. This theory is probably the most plausible one supported by the movie and general common sense that I’ll talk about here.

My next theory is about the other mother. I have a lot of those. The idea that she has complete control over everyone in the other world. Even the ghost children. Now you’re probably thinking, “but the other father, Wybie and the ghost children warn her about the other mother and help Coraline”. That’s kind of the point. The other mother is very smart and cunning. If she didn’t want that idea put into Coraline’s head that she was evil, why would she deliberately put her in the mirror with the ghost children? Why would she not stop Wybie from letting Coraline escape? And if you accept those, it’s extremely likely that the father was also under her complete control. She purposefully made it seem like they had free will so Coraline would trust them. Coraline would think that if the other mother controlled them, it wouldn’t make sense for them to rebel against her. The other father gave Coraline one of the eyes but we all know that even if she fullfilled the rules of the game, the other mother wouldn’t let her go.

I also think that the cat is under her control for the most part as well. I don’t think she fabricated him as she did with all of the other people but I think he serves as a sort of double agent, more so than the other father and other wybie. As with the mice but I won’t get into that now. The cat is there to trick Coraline into thinking the other mother has limitations to her powers. He takes her across the world and shows her that the pink palace is all she can make. But if you accept the limbo theory, you know that she can also fabricate the town/shop Coraline and her mother go into and the well which she seemed incapable of making in the other world. It makes the other mother seem less powerful and more easily beatable even though she had a grasp on Coraline as soon as she entered the other world. He is also the one to show Coraline the mirror with her parents in it and the doll of her parents to lure her back in the other world. He says that the other mother tries to keep him out of the other world but we never see this happen. There are a lot of theories about who the cat is. A lot of people think she might have been a human at some point. Which I’ll discuss in my next point.

Now I want to discuss the bowls of taffy that Miss Spink and Forcible show Coraline when they give her the seeing eye thing(I don’t know a better term for it). There are three bowls and all have different dates. 1921, 1936, and 1960. These are the dates the ghost children were taken. The pioneer girl in 1921, the boy in 1936, and Wybie’s grandma’s sister in 1960. Now a lot of people believe that there must have been another child between 1936 and 1960. That’s where the cat comes in. A lot of people believe that the cat was the fourth child but the other mother couldn’t successfully feed on him for some reason. So she turned him into some sort of spy. Some people speculate that it was Wybie’s great grandfather since we know his grandmother grew up in the pink palace and it would explain why the cat is so close to Wybie. He’s protecting him. I’m not sure where I stand on this as it makes the timeline a bit messy but I think it’s interesting nonetheless.

Wybie says that his grandmother won’t let families with kids move into the pink palace. So why would she let the Jones family live there? I think the most plausible and most easily understandable theory I’ve seen is that she’s protecting Wybie. He is around the age that her sister went missing and while I don’t think the grandma knows about the other world, I think she does know that there’s more to it than her sister running away. So she was willing to let another child, Coraline, be taken if it meant that Wybie was safe.

Now for the origins of the other mother. Some theorize that she’s a fairy, of course not in the traditional sense with wings and a magic wand, and that she created the other world. Others believe that she was once human and discovered the other world. The human theory is the one I find the most interesting. We know that the pink palace was built around 150 years ago when the movie takes place. It was confirmed that the story takes place in Ashland, Oregon and we can assume that the town was settled around 150 years ago. A lot of people believe that the other mother was the original owner of the house. It would explain why the garden is in the shape of her face which later takes the characteristics of Coraline. She was obviously very wealthy. Some believe that picture of the ‘boring blue boy’ that Coraline finds in the study is a picture of the other mother’s son. Some believe that he died and the other mother either was called to the well by some magic of the other world, accidently fell in the well, or purposefully jumped in the well. And we’ve established that the well is a portal into the other world. And the reason she lures kids in by pretending to be their mother is in part because she is trying to replace her dead son. She discovered the other world and took it over.

And now for the parents. The other mother seemingly ‘captured’ Coraline’s parents. Yet the parents have no recollection of it. And while her parents seem a bit neglectful, it’s unlikely that they would write the ‘help us’ message on the mirror. They wouldn’t put their 10/11 year old daughter in danger on purpose like that. She made it seem like she kidnapped the parents to give Coraline more incentive to go back to the other world. And again, if we accept the limbo theory, the snow on the parents’ clothing when they return would’ve been put there by the other mother to make it seem like she really did kidnap them. If she can control the limbo word, she would have been able to do that.

Okay, that’s it for now. I have a lot more theories but this is very long already. I hope this was comprehensible. A lot of these are very complicated but I did my best to explain them.

#coraline #movie analysis #coraline jones #wybie lovat #film theory #tw// death #other mother #coraline analysis

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nikibogwater · 3 years

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A Shot in the Dark: Chapter 3 (Author’s Commentary)

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General Notes:

The final chapter! I don’t have too many general notes for this one (though the passage-specific notes below the cut stretch on for miles--there was just a lot going on in this chapter lol). But I will say that this is my favorite chapter of the three. It’s what the previous two have been building up to, and it really is the “heart” of the story, so to speak. That, and I finally got to make Glitter Wings Nari canon to The Immortal Bonds! (picture below the cut) I genuinely teared up a little bit while writing a couple of these scenes. I don’t know if that means they are very good, or that I was just absolutely exhausted after cranking out the first two chapters, but maybe you can be the judge. Friendly reminder to go listen to the song “Protector” by City Wolf if you are so inclined. It was a huge part of what inspired this story, and now that all three parts are published, I feel like it perfectly captures the theme and feel of A Shot in the Dark as a whole.

Passage-Specific Notes:

“...Please, Nari, I would not be doing my duty as Douxie’s...as your friend if I let you run thoughtlessly into this kind of danger.”

Another small line of dialogue that means a lot to me. I didn’t see Archie as making the instant connection with Nari that Douxie did. I think it took him a while to see her as anything more than “Douxie’s Ward.” He was always kind to her and took care of her, but I think it took him until now to realize that he had grown to really love her as part of the family. So the fact that he corrects himself here reflects that realization. I think under normal circumstances, the moment Archie finds out Douxie is in trouble/hurting, he would dive headfirst into hell without a second thought in order to help his boy. But because Nari is now also under his protection--and more importantly, now that she also has a special place in his heart--Archie has to force himself to slow down and come up with a plan that will keep BOTH of his kids safe.

The phone rang once--twice--six times. Then it went to voicemail.

Nari lowered it with a look of pure dejection as Claire’s pre-recorded voice cheerfully told them to leave their message after the beep.

I felt like calling Claire for backup was the most sensible thing they could do in this situation--but I also needed Nari and Archie to take on Project Rescue Douxie by themselves, in order to reinforce the family bond these three have. The moment when they all reunite at the end wouldn’t have had the emotional impact I was angling for if there had been others present. So I had to pull a tiny plot contrivance and make Claire unavailable. I didn’t feel the need to explain why she doesn’t answer her phone (people miss calls all the time) but my personal theory was that she was taking a nice relaxing shower and couldn’t pick up the phone. (look, I need SOMEBODY in this story to be having a nice time lol).

“By Ambrosia’s Gleam...” Archie breathed. A pair of dazzlingly beautiful wings reflected every light of the city back at him as Nari folded and unfolded them experimentally. They were unlike anything the cat had ever seen in his long life, vibrantly colored with rich shades of green and gold, glittering like morning dew, yet delicate as a newly budding flower.

Anybody remember last week, when I said the Most Self-Indulgent part was yet to come? This was it lol. I don’t remember when I started imagining Nari with sparkly butterfly wings, but back in early October, I drew this:

and I have been absolutely enamored with the idea ever since (but also it was a convenient way to get them to the warehouse without having to go through the ordeal of walking/taking a taxi/busting out the flying boat). So yeah. Nari’s Glitter Wings are canon to The Immortal Bonds series now. I have spoken.

He had no idea how long he had been enduring Rivan’s torture. It may have only been a few minutes, or it may have been a few years. Hell, he was getting to the point where it felt like this excruciating ache in his bones had been there his whole life. He tried not to sob as Rivan slowly pulled his magic back to himself, the agony abating for just a short moment of sweet relief. Douxie sucked in gulps of air, desperate to replenish the oxygen that had been ripped from his lungs by his own screaming.

First time really writing whump, so that was...something (I was exhausted after just the one paragraph lol). I tried to keep it as vague as I could because I don’t want anybody coming to my fic expressly for a graphic torture scene and nothing else (I don’t do the hurt-no-comfort thing, and I don’t want anybody to use my fics as such). But putting Douxie through a bit of hell does make the ending SO much sweeter. And if he hadn’t been experiencing pain, Archie and Nari probably would have taken longer to decide to come to his rescue. But there is still a part of me that detests every letter of that paragraph.

The small dragon let out a roar of fury and leapt at Rivan, his form twisting and expanding into that of an enormous black panther. The two crashed together in a flurry of red sparks and tearing claws.

Archie turning into a black panther and going to town on Rivan is also a bit of self-indulgence. I just really love big cats, and black panthers especially are beautiful, mysterious, and powerful creatures that just SCREAM Magic and Otherworldliness to me. (also I really want to draw Panther!Archie now).

He slammed against the concrete with a yowl of pain that tore Douxie’s heart into a thousand pieces, and dropped to the floor, where he lay quivering and heaving.

That line right up there 👆 is the most heart-wrenchingly painful thing I have ever forced myself to write. 😥

Nari grabbed Douxie by the shoulders and pulled him upright. One of her hands reached around him and pressed against his heart, and he felt her aura slam into his. Instinctively, his soul opened, and he let her magic pour into him, filling his veins with the warmth of a hundred suns, wrapping around and tangling with his own magic so tightly that he could barely tell whose was whose. Nari’s voice filled his head, drowning out every sound in his ears, every thought in his mind. My magic is yours. Use it. He threw both of his hands out and felt power unlike anything he had ever known surge into his palms and explode out of his fingertips.

So this ties into a headcanon of mine that, while Nari’s magic isn’t well-suited to direct combat, she is able to augment Douxie’s powers. But this scene is also probably the culmination of every relationship-building moment I have ever written for these two. I established in A Moment to Breathe that to let someone interact with your aura in this way--to basically channel their magic directly into you--requires a great deal of trust. Douxie let Nari heal him in that story, but that was after she had asked permission to pour her magic into him. Here, she doesn’t have time to ask--she just has to go for it, and Douxie’s trust and familiarity with her is so intense at this point, that his response is to immediately surrender completely to her power. Not only that, he is so familiar with her magic, that he is able to use it himself--he combines it with his own power and casts a spell that Nari is likely unable to use herself. I intended this moment to be a representation of the way family relationships can shape and empower you. You carry elements of the people you love with you wherever you go; their influence, their stories, their love for you--it all helps shape you into the person you are. And these things are often so deeply intertwined with your own personality, that it becomes impossible to fully separate them.

They had risked everything--the fate of the world, even--to save him. He should have scolded them. But instead, Douxie suddenly found himself overwhelmed with the ridiculous urge to cry.

This was the reason I wrote Douxie in Distress--and also one of the reasons I wrote A Shot in the Dark at all. I wanted him to experience being stripped of everything that made him powerful--useful-- and then witness his family risking literally everything for him. Not for his powers, not for what he can do for them, but because they love him. This poor, sweet boy gives and gives and gives, and the world has done nothing but take from him, and I have said “ENOUGH.” I wanted the serotonin of seeing him realize that he is valued and cherished for himself, and BY THUNDER I WAS GOING TO GET IT EVEN IF I HAD TO WRITE 9000+ WORDS FOR IT.

She pulled back a moment later, roughly drying her face on her sleeve, and untied the black hoodie around her waist. She draped it around Douxie’s shoulders with her magic, and he sighed contentedly as the warm fabric settled around him. He slipped his arms into the sleeves and closed the garment around himself gratefully, giving Nari a tired, heartfelt smile.

I didn’t realize it when I initially drafted the story, but Douxie’s hoodie is actually a really nice visual representation of how he and Nari pass the role of caretaker/protector back and forth. Douxie is wearing it for the first half of the story, when he is acting as Nari’s guardian/brother. Shortly after he lends it to her though, he’s captured by Rivan, and Nari takes on the role of protector in turn. But yeah, originally it was just “Them trading the hoodie back and forth is pointlessly cute and I wanna do it.” (Poor Archie has to be the Adult 100% of the time. He doesn’t get a break).

Most of Douxie’s mornings began with the harsh, clattering sound of his phone vibrating and whistling next to his ear. But that Sunday morning began with a deliciously warm silence. Douxie’s eyes blinked open slowly, finding sunlight lazily shining through the windows. He was lying on his side, with Archie’s soft, familiar body tucked against his chest. A gentle warmth against his back told Douxie that Nari was curled up beside him, wrapped in her own little cocoon of blankets, her back against his. The ache in his bones was gone. He was nestled safely in the warmth and love of his small family, the world outside and all that occurred within it nothing more than a distant echo.

Wrapping his arms around Archie and pressing his back more firmly against Nari’s, Douxie closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

This final scene wasn’t actually in my original outline--originally, the story ended with the three of them beginning the long trek home together. But I felt that the story needed just a little extra time to savor in the happy ending. And so, it came full circle--ending just like it began, with the dawning of a new morning. I noticed that I spend a lot of time in this story comparing the mornings of different characters/days. I think that might have been a subconscious expression of my belief that every morning is the beginning of a new opportunity--to strengthen bonds, to do good in the world, to just live for another day. Douxie’s Saturday morning started off a little rougher than he wanted--he woke up early and had to rush around to get ready for a long day out on the town. And wouldn’t you know it, his Saturday ended pretty badly too (though I think he’s probably just grateful he got to go home in one piece haha). This Sunday morning plays out in the exact opposite way. It’s quiet, peaceful, unhurried, and full of hope. Douxie’s been through hell and back, but he survived long enough to see another beginning. And I think that’s the beautiful cycle that all human life follows. There’s pain in life, darkness and hopelessness, but if you can hold on, strengthened by the love of the people you hold dear, you will always find a new beginning waiting for you on the other side of the valley.

...And that’s it. Thank you to everyone for reading my work. Seeing everyone who enjoyed it, hearing from you guys in the comments, knowing that I was able to give someone a good story--it really does mean the world to me. So again, thanks for joining me, and I hope our paths cross again soon. 🤗✨

#fanfiction #author's commentary #the magical siblings #and their therapy cat #a shot in the dark #thanks for reading <3

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neonthewrite · 4 years

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Bike Ride

( This was a contest prize for the Trust Contest held over on DA. I’m trying to catch up with all my sites for writing! Read time approx. 5-10mins )

“Why aren’t we going in the car-thing again?”

Bowman’s voice, close to Jacob’s ear thanks to the sprite’s cautious perch on his shoulder, rang clear with skepticism. In response, Jacob smirked and shrugged his shoulder just enough to bob the tiny sprite up and down once. “I thought you were tired of the car after the drive all the way here,” he pointed out.

Bowman’s tiny boots shifted as he flinched to keep his balance. Once certain he wouldn’t fall, one leafy wing slapped Jacob’s neck. “I was,” he insisted. “But if we’re going somewhere outside, I’d rather not be seen, and you can’t run fast enough to keep me out of sight.”

“It’s true,” Jacob lamented. “But I’m not planning on running there. Lemme just show you.”

He considered that fair warning for the front door of the house to open up. Jacob stepped onto the small front porch and paused to assess the world outside. A slight breeze cooled off the warm day, and only a few clouds drifted around overhead. The tidy lawns of the neighborhood, some littered with kids’ toys, grew verdant and green and so much more restrained than the plant life of Bowman’s home forest.

Jacob had been personally scolded for that, of course. As though he personally had made lawns so common.

Before Bowman could start up another lecture about the square patches of grass and over-pruned trees, Jacob stepped around the side of the house where his bicycle waited.

“What is that thing?” Bowman blurted again, though he had settled himself among the folds of Jacob’s hood. “It looks like it fell apart.”

A laugh spilled out of Jacob as he grabbed the bike from its lean against the house. “It’s a bicycle. It’s faster than walking and not as big and clunky as taking the car.”

He could practically feel the tiny glare of Bowman’s eyes narrowing skeptically. “You can ride around on this?”

“Sure, dude. Check it out if you want, but once we get going you’ll have to hide out in my hood like we planned.”

An indignant little scoff preceded the fluttering of Bowman’s wings. Jacob flinched his head to the side to avoid getting slapped too much, but Bowman was quick. A flash of green swooped down to land on the bike seat.

At four inches tall and dressed in the earthy greens and browns of the forest, Bowman couldn’t look more out of place on the faux-leather of the bicycle seat. His hands on his hips, he turned so he could observe first the handlebars of the human contraption, and then the back perch for a bag. He wandered to the edge to frown over the side at the pedals and spokes, forming an opinion that Jacob expected to hear soon enough.

“There’s no way those thin metal bits actually hold up a human,” Bowman pointed out, waving a hand and a wing at the front tire. “Can’t you bend those with just your hands, giant?”

Jacob shrugged and nudged at the spokes of the tire with his boot. “I mean, probably? But they don’t bend when I get on the bike. I’m pretty sure there’s something about how it’s made that makes sure I’m not putting all my weight on one spot.”

Bowman frowned as skeptically as ever and opened his wings to hop down onto the crossbar. Amazingly, he kept his balance on the rounded silver metal, and squatted down to get an even closer look at the rest of the frame. “If you say so, Jacob. What are all these bits on the bottom of the seat?”

“Huh? Oh, those are so I can adjust the height of the seat if I need to. So if someone shorter wanted to ride the bike they’d still be able to reach the ground.”

As expected, he weathered another glare for that. Bowman never forgave Jacob for being tall even for a human. "Of course even your spindly machine is too big for other giants," he complained. "What else?"

Jacob smirked and refrained from listing the many things in his everyday life that didn't match his height, from doorways to showers to kitchen counters; the human world, with all its strange sights and baffling machines, wasn’t made with people Jacob’s size in mind, no matter what Bowman said.

He offered Bowman a hand. Ferrying the sprite back to his shoulder, he dismissed the concern. It would be an amusing story for later. "Not much I can do about it, dude," he said, pausing to give Bowman ample time to take his perch again. "Get yourself situated. I don't want you falling out on the way there."

"I won't fall!" Ever the contrarian, Bowman took the last word before sidling along Jacob's shoulder. Keeping his balance was tricky, so Jacob tried to stay as still as he could, not even moving his shoulders in time with his breathing. A small tug of fabric later told him that Bowman had safely hopped into the hood of his jacket, squirming around to settle himself comfortably. In lieu of calling out, Bowman pointedly kicked at Jacob's back, right between the shoulders.

It was a strange arrangement, but it would work. Bowman stayed hidden and Jacob didn’t have to worry about someone noticing a small, strange shape in his pocket.

Jacob led the bike onto the lawn before hopping onto the seat. He paused in case Bowman would have something to say about riding around in his hood. Luckily, the would-be hammock of fabric seemed to pass inspection. Jacob kicked off the grass, and they were off.

Then Bowman shouted something, but the wind snatched his voice away without Jacob knowing what he said. With no frantic struggles in the hoodie and no panicked yells from behind his head, Jacob continued down the street on his way to his goal. Bowman might complain about the less than smooth ride, but he would probably forgive it. Probably.

He coasted past familiar houses and cars with a new perspective. Everything around him, easily taken for granted by the humans living there, made up an alien landscape for Bowman.

Hopefully the park a few blocks over would offer some familiarity.

It wasn’t a long ride, and during that time he only saw one other person walking their dog on the other side of the street. As he reached the park, no one was around yet. Jacob chained up his bike near the first marker of the trail that wound through the area. "Almost there," he promised. From the looks of things, no one else had come to the park that day. Angling towards the nature trail, Jacob double checked his assumption.

"I think you can peek now, if you want to."

The tiny weight in Jacob's hood squirmed. A few mumbled sprite curses followed until Bowman actually managed to hoist himself up to the edge. "--blasted heavy?!" He wasn't a skilled climber by any standard, so Jacob was impressed that he'd freed himself without help.

"What was that?" Jacob teased as Bowman scrambled up to his shoulder. "Wanna just use my pocket next time?"

"Pray to a rock!" Bowman's wings rustled once he had his footing again. "What's…"

Jacob wished he could see the look on Bowman's face as the complaints tapered off. With a smirk, he took a branch in the trail that would give the play area and its cluster of gazebos a wide berth. "Whatcha think, Bowman? Wanna try the nature trail?"

A wing twitched against his neck. "Nature trail?" Bowman echoed skeptically. "What are those colorful things over there? Do humans live there?" Thankfully, his curiosity didn't carry him right off the safety of Jacob's shoulder.

"Those are--"Jacob chuckled despite himself. "No, those are for kids to play on. They can climb and run around on them."

"Why are they so bright? They stand out even more than most human stuff!”

Jacob might have shrugged, but let a thoughtful hum convey it instead. "I think it just makes the kids happy. Colorful things are fun, I guess."

"Hmm." Bowman accepted the answer without arguing, which Jacob counted as a win. "Do you play around on things like that?"

"Nah. They're made for little kids and I don't want to scare anyone off. I did when I was little, though."

Bowman barked out a quiet laugh. "Right. When you were a little giant." His wings rustled again. "I can't picture it."

Jacob sighed and this time did shrug his shoulder. "Just gonna have to take my word for it, then. I had to do a lot of growing to get so giant."

Bowman scoffed and finally hopped from his perch to glide ahead of Jacob. The thicker growth of trees on the nature trail opened up before them, and suddenly Bowman fit right in with their surroundings. He alighted on a thin branch and Jacob paused to hear his question. "So this is your nature trail?"

"Yep. No over-pruned trees or square lawns past this point. And we have it all to ourselves." Jacob settled his hands in his hoodie pocket and thanked his luck. Bowman needed a chance to fly, and couldn't safely do it in the backyard at home. "So, What's the verdict?"

"Verdict? I don't know. It's better than the trees near your dwelling. There's actual blasted foliage here." Bowman gestured a wing at the undergrowth trying to claim the stones of the pathway.

"Yeah! I like walking out here, " Jacob agreed. He put action to words and continued the trek, with Bowman fluttering to a new branch to follow. "Closest thing to a forest I have nearby."

Bowman snickered. "Oh, I'm sorry for that. Sounds rough."

"Take pity on me," Jacob lamented. "All the work it takes to go see a real forest. You saw how long we were in the car."

Bowman scoffed. "With a machine that fast, you earn no pity at all, human."

The further they went into the secluded cluster of trees, the clearer it became that no one else was around to spot Bowman. Thus emboldened, the sprite banked into the air to dart about in the canopy, brushing his wings against leaves as he went. It wasn't quite the same as Wellwood. Here, the trees stood farther apart, especially close to the trail. Fewer wild flowers grew on the ground, and the calls of birds were subdued. In the distance, cars rumbling on the road broke any illusion of being away from everything.

Bowman drifted closer as Jacob stopped on a bridge overlooking a creek. Algae wavered in the current, not quite hiding the cement creek bed that gave it away as man-made.

"How do humans make those stones so... smooth? "Bowman asked as he landed on the railing. "lt's bizarre."

Jacob shrugged. "I don't know exactly how it works, but that's cement. It's actually a mix of this sort of glue stuff with a lot of tiny rocks and grains of sand. I think."

Bowman shot him an incredulous look. "Sand? And it won't wash away?"

"Dude, you're watching it not wash away, " Jacob teased. To counter Bowman's glare, he had a real answer ready. "I think the water does wear it down, but it's slow. So this creek will probably last a while, unless someone wants to tear it up."

"Why, " Bowman began with the air of someone who already decided he didn't like the answer, "would someone want to tear it up?!"

Jacob smirked. "I don't speak for all humans, Bowman. People change parks so they can build other things sometimes."

Leafy green wings flared open. Jacob started walking again, noting Bowman's agitation. Sure enough, as he took flight, Bowman voiced a familiar lament. "You humans. Always trying to move things around instead of just building where it makes sense."

"You sprites, looking for problems in everything us humans do," Jacob shot back. He reached up as if trying to grab Bowman right out of the air, though he moved far too slow to really manage it. It was little more than a wave in Bowman's direction.

Bowman countered easily by leaning into a quick spiral around Jacob's outstretched arm. His back came within an inch of the jacket sleeve, belying Bowman's control over his movement in the air. No other sprite in Wellwood could match his skill. Not with his constant practice.

"Watch it, giant!" Bowman's scolding, sharp as usual, came with a cocky grin. He kicked Jacob's arm. "Don't make me think I need to bop you!"

"You'll come up with a reason no matter how careful I am," Jacob said. "Hanging out with you, I might as well bop myself to save time."

Bowman snickered. He made one more wide circle around Jacob, then swooped closer. Tiny boots alighted on top of Jacob's head. Up there, Bowman's teasing declaration was impossible to miss. "It would save me a lot of trouble, too. Keeping you in line is exhausting."

Jacob thought about nodding to upset Bowman's balance, but instead opted to reach up to the small weight perched on his head. Before Bowman could flare his wings, Jacob's hand closed carefully around him. Ever mindful of the fragile wings, Jacob gathered up the small sprite and moved his hand into view. To no surprise, Bowman had a glare ready for him. "Hey! What's this for?!"

Jacob grinned. He could try to fake an innocent look, but that would require holding back his amusement. "Well you said this was exhausting, so I figured I could help you out by carrying you for the rest of the walk. Seems only fair, since I cause you so much trouble."

Bowman scowled. Jacob hadn't left him any way not to take the bait. "That's not what I meant and you know it! Leggo!"

He squirmed, but Jacob had already loosened his grip. Teasing was one thing, but he didn't actually want to trap Bowman. He tilted his hand to give him a platform in case he needed to regain balance. "Oh, my bad, dude. Here ya go."

Bowman rolled over, one wing flaring open irritably, and pushed to a stand on Jacob's palm. A tiny kick connected with Jacob's thumb. "Blasted giant. You think you're so funny."

"I think I'm pretty hilarious," Jacob said. "You mean you don't?! You're a tough crowd, man."

"There's just one of me," Bowman snipped. It wasn't the first time a figure of speech sailed over his head, and it likely wasn't the last. He never let it slow down his snarking. "But no. You're not as good at jokes as you think. Bothersome giant!" He punctuated his verdict with a flap of his wings and darted off of Jacob's palm.

Jacob grinned again. "Okay, fair. I bother you as much as I can. Can't help it. At least you're never bored with your favorite human around right?"

This time Bowman laughed as he swooped upwards. "Never bored. That's one way to put it."

#mywriting #jacob andris #bowman leafwing #bike ride #gt #giant tiny #wood sprites

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promptis-imagines · 4 years

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Maybe Promptis comfort like one of them is having a rough day. I hope this is ok and not too sad T-T

What are you talking about that’s literally half of my fics. That’s what I live for, babes. Y’all should read Expectations of Promises bc they’re both sad and I never really got recognition on it

Okay first off I’m just writing a little thing where Noct is having a rough time, but if you want it the opposite, I highly suggest Down Day by EyePhoenix! Prom comfort over there.

Prompto leaned back in his swivel chair with a drawn-out yawn, stretching his arms high above his head. His assigned pages for the school yearbook were coming along nicely, he thought, so he was officially giving himself a break for the day.

Lazily spinning around, it became clear that he had been the last one to think that. The only other person in the room was closing the door just as he saw them walk out.

With a sigh, Prompto let his head fall back for a few moments. Might as well text Noctis, tell him that he was finished.

They had started dating a few months back after Prompto had kicked enough courage into himself to confess. Coincidentally, Noctis had the same burst of motivation that exact day. It had been really cute and utterly stupid, and if they had been close before, now they were practically inseparable.

Prompto smiled faintly to himself as he held his phone above his face and opened his messages to his boyfriend.

Still on campus? Just finished yearbook stuff if u wanna walk to ur place together

He hit send and stretched once more, sighing loudly and moving to put away his camera equipment. The teacher had allowed him to use his personal camera, and there was no way he was going to leave that unattended in a highschool classroom.

It took a few moments to gather his belongings and shut down the computer, but he had the lights off and was out the door soon enough. Camera bag slung over his shoulder, his phone in the other hand, he started towards the entrance of the school while keeping his eyes fixated on his phone screen, waiting for a return message.

When he still didn’t get anything once he was outside, a slight pout formed on his face. He had wanted to walk with Noctis to his apartment. Maybe the prince was already there, snoozing the afternoon away. It wouldn’t have been the first time.

So he sighed and pocketed the phone, then pushed open the doors to step into the fresh air. It was such a nice day out, a bit breezy and hardly a cloud in the sky.

Just then, his phone buzzed. Prompto excitedly rushed to check it, stopping a few feet outside the doors. It was from Noctis.

Nice. Sorry, don’t think we can go together today, read the words on his screen.

That made his smile fall. “Huh?” he voiced to himself. Did that mean that Noctis was still on campus? What was he up to? There was hardly ever a reason for him to stay after classes ended, save for when he lazed around waiting for Prompto to finish yearbook things.

Biting his cheek, Prompto rapidly drummed on his phone case with a finger as he thought up how to respond to that. He started typing a few times before settling on a message.

You sure? I don’t mind waiting if you’re busy or something

He would be lying if he said worry wasn’t building up in his chest. Sure, sometimes Noctis was busy, but he usually offered up an explanation. He wouldn’t be this cryptic about it unless there was something wrong.

It’s really fine. You don’t gotta wait for me

Prompto took in a deep breath and held it for five, ten seconds. Then he exhaled and pressed the call button.

The phone rang on and on to the point where Prompto didn’t think he would answer, but the call connected right before he gave up hope. “Noct?” he blurted out. “Are you okay? Where are you at right now?”

A shaky sigh crackled through the speaker. “Prom, I don’t want you to worry about it.” Noctis sniffled, and Prompto’s worry did the exact opposite—it skyrocketed. “It’s really okay. Igs is coming to get me soon, so you should go on home. We can hang out tomorrow, I promise,” he spoke over the phone. His voice sounded weak and strained, as quiet as it was.

“What? No way,” Prompto countered. “Something is obviously up, and I’m really kinda freaking out right now. Please tell me where you’re at? I promise that you’re more important than just hanging out. I want to help,” he pleaded.

There was a pause. “Noct?”

“Behind the science building.”

Noctis hung up, and Prompto was left to stare at his phone screen. A few moments later, he had his camera bag hiked up on his shoulder and was dashing over to the science wing.

It was a few minutes’ jog, and his camera bouncing against his hip over and over slowed him down somewhat, but Prompto hardly cared. Noctis needed him.

He nearly fell over when he rounded the corner of the science building. The back area was all overgrown grass and wildflowers, trampled flat where students would sneak here to cut class and make out. Nestled against the brick, knees up to his chest, was the dark shape that was undoubtedly his Noctis.

As Prompto slowed his approach, he noted the way Noctis was settled. His face was buried in his arms, and his knuckles were white where they gripped the fabric of his school jacket. To his side, his bag and phone were haphazardly discarded into the overgrown grass. He looked small and pathetic, sitting there like that.

Something was most definitely plaguing his mind. As calmly as he could muster, Prompto set down his things and got on his hands and knees beside his boyfriend. “Hey, Noct,” he began, making Noctis jump slightly, but he didn’t look up. “Had a rough day? What are you doing back here?” Prompto continued.

The sniffling he had heard over the phone started up again, muffled by his clothes. Noctis gave a small nod, but that was it.

“Okay. Do you want to talk about it?”

There was a waver in the conversation, if it could be called a conversation, and Prompto took the opportunity to instead sit beside Noctis. Experience had taught him that when he was upset, Noctis needed some kind of physical touch to ground him. He gave him that by resting his hand on his shoulder and letting that travel around his back in a slow and smooth motion while he waited for him to respond.

Finally, Prompto heard what sounded like a small hum followed by a few more sniffles. “Don’t want you to see me cry like this,” he mumbled.

Prompto leaned a little more into Noctis’ side. “It’s okay, I promise. You see me cry all the time, yeah? I won’t see you as lesser if you cry, dude.” While it was true that Noctis rarely shed these kinds of tears in front of him, he wasn’t going to let that deter him. “I want to wipe your tears and listen to your problems just like you’ve done for me. Okay?”

This time, there was less of a pause. Albeit a bit slowly, Noctis lifted his head from his arms and went right to rubbing his eyes with a sleeve. “Okay,” he whispered weakly.

Next thing he knew, Prompto had an armful of Noctis, as the prince had leaned most of his weight against his boyfriend. Prompto wrapped his other arm around him, holding him around the shoulders against his chest. “There you go. You can stay like that as long as you need,” he told him.

Noctis made that slight nod again. It was obvious that he needed some time to regain his bearings, so they sat and listened to the breeze rustle the grasses for a short time. He could talk when he was ready.

After a few minutes, Noctis’ breathing grew less ragged. He took a deep breath. “I’m just really...overwhelmed today.”

Prompto rubbed slow circles into Noctis’ shoulder. “Yeah? School stuff or prince stuff?” he questioned.

“Bit of both. I don’t really know.” He sighed. “Started thinking about the future too hard, I guess. There’s so much I don’t know about. And I know that everyone goes through this, and there’s no real certainty about stuff, but...fuck, I have to be the king someday. Normal people get to screw up. If I do, it screws over everyone in the country,” he stressed. His shoulders tensed up, and though he wasn’t looking at him, Prompto could imagine his eyes were screwed shut.

He bit his lip briefly. This kind of issue was entirely unique, and one that Prompto had never even thought of from his own upbringing, so he couldn’t exactly relate to that specific anxiety. But Noctis needed him right now; he had to try.

Prompto mimicked his sigh. “Yeah, that’s...that’s tough,” he said. “I can’t imagine how that feels growing up. I’m really sorry that you’re going through this, babe.”

A sniffle. “I mean, it’s okay. Just a mood I’m in.”

“No, no, you don’t have to do all that,” Prompto interjected. “It’s not okay right now if you’re feeling this bad about it. You’re allowed to be upset, you know.”

Noctis groaned. “But I shouldn’t be. I can’t be upset about what I have to do,” he countered.

Prompto pouted. “Maybe not on live television.” He nestled his cheek against Noctis’ hair. “But you can with me. I’m here to listen, and I promise I won’t tell a soul. Boyfriend honor.”

That ended up getting a faint chuckle from Noctis. “Okay, okay. Fine, yeah, I’m upset. I don’t want to mess things up.” The tension from his shoulders started to fade, and he melted further against Prompto.

With a hum, Prompto closed his eyes. “But you don’t have to do everything alone, Noct. You have Ignis and Gladio, a whole bunch of council members, your dad, and countless other things to guide you. They’ll help you do what’s best,” he reasoned.

Something warm covered his hand, and he realized that Noctis had put his own over it. “You’re right. I know you’re right. It’s just stressful to think about the burden of everything.”

“That’s understandable. But hey, you’re still in highschool. There’s so much time to prepare yourself, babe. You’re not ruling right now for a reason,” he stated.

“Mh-hm. Thank Six for that,” Noctis murmured.

Tilting his head, Prompto pressed a soft kiss to Noctis’ cheek. “Mh-hm,” he repeated. “And there’s one thing you actually do know about the future,” he stated.

Noctis leaned back, craning his neck around to look Prompto in the eye for the first time. “What’s that?”

A smile touched Prompto’s face. “I’ll be right there with you the whole time.”

It took a few moments, but Noctis started to smile as well. “You’re right. What am I even worried about?” he said softly, getting somewhat misty-eyed again. “I’ve got you.”

Prompto nodded and placed another kiss on Noctis’ cheek. “Yep. I’m not going anywhere unless you kick me out of your life,” he joked.

Noctis’ smile grew, paired with an eye-roll. “As if I’d get rid of the best part of my life? No way. Honestly, how did I even get the best boyfriend in the world?” he questioned.

“A very funny double-confession, that’s how. Thought you’d remember that.”

Another eye-roll. “Right, ‘course. Couldn’t forget that.”

The two shared a quiet laugh, and Prompto hugged Noctis a little closer. He sighed, looking around. “So when Igs comes to get you, are you going back to your apartment?” Noctis nodded. “Can I come with? I think you need some serious cheering up this afternoon. We can eat that ice cream we just bought, and you can pick movies to watch,” he suggested.

Noctis gave Prompto’s hand a squeeze. “Only if you tell me how yearbook stuff went.”

“Deal.”

“Cool. Then can we just sit here until we have to go?” he asked.

Prompto leaned back against the building. “Absolutely. Let’s just relax until we can’t.”

#promptis #ask #thedarkrose17 #fanfiction #mine #answered

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fixxofvixx · 4 years

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Stay With Me - Demon Leo AU - Chapter 23

Hello my lovelies! I know it's been forever since I updated! I blame Final Fantasy VII Remake. It took my soul and never gave it back. I beat the game but I keep playing it. It has a special place in my heart.

Anyway, you didn't come here to see me rambling about my love for fictional sexy game heroes lol. I hope you enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think! 💚💚

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Your lungs burned with every new step you took. Thanks to Leo, you had a basic knowledge of the layout of the forest and which path to take to hide. You could hear the men behind you, calling out for you to show yourself.

*Y/N, we need to find a place to hide.* The lynx had no problem keeping pace with you. You dove behind a large tree to catch your breath for a moment.

*I...I-I don't know where....* The tears in your eyes made it hard to see the path before you. You had no idea who these men were and how they got into Leo's house when you knew it was warded from intruders. Sibena placed herself in front of you and snapped at you.

*Y/N! Get your act together! If you hesitate, we die. My master didn't give you his soul for you to throw it away. Now, move!" Sibena snapped at your arm hanging at your side and it caused you to shake out of the haze of fear you were in. With a deep breath, you took off into the woods again. You wanted to seek protection with the animals in the forest but considering those men looked like hunters, you didn't want any of them to get hurt. You would have to take care of this on your own. At least....until Leo returned.

You frantically looked around for a place to hide. You eventually came to the large meadow where you had found Leo after Hakyeon had taken him. The large tree was still standing there. For some reason, you ran towards it, hoping to possibly climb it to get away from the three. The meadow put you out in the open however but there was nowhere else to go. As soon as you took off into the meadow, one of the men shouted.

"She's there!" You heard their heavy footsteps behind you and your heart pounded in your chest. Something suddenly whizzed by you and then you noticed the pain in your arm. Looking down, you saw a gash on your arm, the fabric of your sleeve had been cut as well. Blood slowly seeped from the wound.

You ignored the pain as you reached for the first branch of the tree. Dejavu flashed in your head to when you'd done the same looking for Leo. You hoped he would be back soon and help you. Sibena easily launched herself into the tree beside you. Your arm was in agonizing pain now and you wondered if what they had thrown at you was poisoned.

"Aw, come on down, sweetie, we just want to talk." The largest of the three sauntered up to the tree and smiled up at you. He seemed to be the leader of the group.

"Like hell you do. We can talk from here. What do you want?" Your voice shook from the pain and fear coursing through your body.

"Where's your demon?"

"Why do you want to know?" You eyed the other two men as they slowly circled the tree on either side.

"We have some......unfinished business with him. Surely, he's told you about us?"

"No...and how did you get in the house? It's warded from outsiders."

"Well, that's easy. We were already in the house. We've been there for years. You've seen us too."

Confusion set into your features.

"I'm pretty sure I would have noticed three men walking around the house. Try again."

"You're not thinking hard enough. You've even held us in your hands, fleeting as it was. But it was nonetheless exciting! Think, woman!"

You thought over and over and finally it dawned on you.

"Oh my god, the statue!?" Your answer was almost a whisper, afraid to really say it outloud.

"Bingo. Although, we could never hear your voice, we've seen you many times. Shacked up with that wretched demon of yours, letting him touch you. What sins you must have committed! We assumed you were his captive at first but...well, we know now exactly what you are. We would offer to help you but I fear that might be in vain."

"Help me with what?" The other two were on the left and right of you now. They waited patiently on the ground, anticipating their leaders command to come after you.

"Get rid of the demon, of course! Didn't he tell you what we are?" You shook your head and the man laughed. "Demon hunters, my dear, we kill his kind."

Your heart lurched at the thought of these men hunting down Leo. But then realized that they had been trapped in that statue. You smirked at them, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Well, I'm guessing you aren't very good at it, since he trapped you in that statue."

"Not until after we killed his brothers. The demon king created six sons. There are only four now. The more we kill of the hierarchy, the less demons they can create."

You gasped and looked at Sibena.

*It's true. I wasn't aware of how they died but I do know my master mentioned that they were dead.*

Sorrow filled your heart for the loss of Leo's brothers. That sorrow was quickly replaced by anger. These men took Leo's family from him. You knew what that felt like.

"You bastards....."

"Aww, are you angry that you can't have more demons all over you. You smell of him, you know. You are a disgrace to the human race!"

"What the hell have they ever done to you?! If you want to hunt, do it to provide for families who are hungry. Why would you hunt other people?!"

"These.....things.....aren't people, sweetheart. They're a blight on the planet! They shouldn't exist!"

"Well, maybe they think the same about you! So what if they are different? Just because they don't look or live the same way as you, doesn't mean they are less than you!" Once you finished your sentence, you heard movement behind you. You looked around and screamed at one of the hunters who had snuck up on you when you were talking.

He made a grab for you but you were able to dodge it. He let out a growl in anger and you saw that some of his teeth were filed down to sharp points. His hair was long and greasy. Knives and other various weapons clinked around his waist. You moved quickly to the right and hauled yourself up onto the next branch. You could hear them close behind you. You heard Sibena hiss just before the third man howled in pain.

"You damn mangy cat! I'll kill you too!"

*Why does everyone call me MANGY?!?!* You heard Sibena scream in your head and then she lunged at the man, causing him to topple off of the tree along with her.

You quickly climbed higher and higher, desperate to get away from the man that was chasing you. You were almost to the top of the tree now, your fear of heights taking a back seat to the new fear chasing you. You finally ran out of branches and you turned to see the man just below you. You were sweating so much and your lungs hurt from the climbing.

For once, you wished you had wings like Leo to take you away from there. You didn't want to be the weak human anymore.

"I-I'm not a demon so why are you trying to kill me?!" Tears formed in your eyes. You wanted Leo. You wanted his protective arms around you.

"Being a demon's whore is just as bad as being a demon!" The man reached up and grabbed the branch causing it to shake. You tried to keep your balance but he was shaking the branch too hard. He then raised both of his arms and pulled violently on the branch. The wood cracked and you immediately started to fall. You hit the next branch down and landed on your stomach. The force knocked the wind from your lungs. You cried out in pain as the man grabbed your hair and pulled you up.

"What do you wanna do, boss?" The man holding you yelled down to the man on the ground. You couldn't see Sibena or the third man anywhere.

"Just throw her off. Leo will show up eventually and find her. While he's distracted mourning the loss of his plaything, we'll take him out!"

"Well, you heard the man." He didn't hesitate as he pushed you off the branch. You screamed, hitting various twigs and branches on the way down. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see the ground coming towards you. You would have to apologize to Hakyeon when you got to the Underworld. Perhaps he could take his soul back. Leo would take care of Sibena most likely.

After a few seconds, nothing happened. You cracked your eye open and then both eyes opened wide. You were floating in mid air. You looked all around you and noticed the leader of the hunters looked frozen in fear and confusion. You could see a mist forming around you....or maybe it was smoke. Actually......

It looked a lot like demon smoke. But it wasn't Leo's color. It was difficult to tell completely but there seemed to be two different colors. It almost looked like a beautiful coral and emerald swirling together. If this was from a demon, it was one you'd never met before.

You looked down at the hunters again. The man who had pushed you off had joined the leader now. They started to run but a massive stone wall appeared around the meadow. The orb that you were stuck in floated slowly to the ground. Once you were on the ground again, the orb changed shape. Chains of smoke formed tightly around your wrists that attached themselves to two long pillars on either side of you.

"What the hell is this?! What are you doing?!" The leader yelled at you as he ran towards you.

"Does it look like I'm doing this, you moron? Why would I chain myself to two pillars in the middle of a meadow?!"

"She's right, it isn't her." A woman's voice came from above you and you raised your head to see an older woman in a black dress. The cloak she wore matched the chains of smoke that now held you captive. Huge grey wings flapped almost elegantly behind her. She descended until she gracefully touched the ground a few yards from you. She ignored the two men and headed straight for you.

"Now, human, I have some questions for you."

"O-Okay...."

"Is that how you answer someone?! Are you completely lacking in manners?! Try again!" The woman's voice rose to a frightening level and you automatically flinched.

"Y-Yes, ma'am." Your hands shook as the woman got closer. Who the hell was she? She was obviously a demon but why was she targeting you? Where was Leo?

"A slight improvement. Now, you will only answer when I ask a question. Otherwise, you will be silent. Is that understood?"

Not wanting to anger her any further, you nodded your head.

"Speak, you imbecile! Do you understand?!"

"Y-Yes, I-I understand."

"Good. Now, first, why are you in this forest?" You looked up at her in confusion but answered quickly.

"I....I live here."

"Nonsense! Why does a human live in THIS forest! You are trespassing!"

Suddenly, the chains of smoke holding you immobile sent an electric shock through your body. You cried out in pain but somehow managed to stay upright.

"Let's try this again. Why are you in this forest and why do you have the soul of a demon?!"

Lightning suddenly struck the tree and you screamed. Fear shut you down. You could no longer move and the recurring electric shocks sent through the chains were draining your strength. Finally, you fell to your knees.

"You will answer me!" Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the woman raise her hand, ready to strike you. You tensed, waiting for the blow.

"STOP!"

You raised your head to see Leo, Ravi, and Ken a few yards from you. A sigh of relief escaped your body just before Leo appeared in front of you. He knelt before you and curled his hand around your cheek. He felt the shocks going through your body and black smoke filled the area around you.

"You're shocking her?! Release her, NOW!"

"Leo, my dear, this human is trespassing in your forest. I'm simply helping you teach her a lesson."

"She's not trespassing! She lives here, WITH ME! Now, release her!" Leo's voice echoed throughout the meadow.

"Fine, but do not let her escape. I have questions for her." The woman waved her hand and the chains disappeared. With nothing to hold you up, you collapsed onto Leo.

His arms curled around you instantly. He lowered you gently onto the ground and inspected your injuries. He took your hands and inspected your wrists. Small singe marks wrapped around them. He put his hands over them and healed them instantly. He placed his hand over the cut on your arm and healed the cut as well. He smiled slightly at you in a silent apology but you shook your head, telling him you were fine. You took a glance at the hunters and saw them both beneath Ravi's hellhounds.

"Sibena?"

"She's alright. We found her with her kill just a few yards away. She's sharing nicely with the wolves." You nodded and let your head fall to his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, my love. I shouldn't have left you." He kissed your forehead and then you heard the woman scoff.

"Leo, dear, please tell me you're joking. Why on earth is there a human living in this forest? Ah! I understand! You're keeping her around to feed from later! Are you ill? I can help you instead." She reached out her hand towards Leo but he pushed it away.

"I am not ill. She is NOT food. She is mine. I'm her's. We live here together. She is the person I intend to take as my wife."

"Impossible! Never! I will not have this!" The light darkened in the meadow and you tensed, clutching Leo's shirt in fear.

"Well, see here's the thing. I don't require your approval, Mother."

#vixx #taekwoon #leo #vixx fic #vixx leo #taekwoon fic #taekwoon au #leo au #demon taekwoon #demon leo

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mimymomo · 4 years

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I’m surprised how fast I wrote this story...but here it is!!

Miko is about 6 here.

...

“Aaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Miko winced from his seat on the cot turned feeble couch, curling into his ratty hoodie. Biting the edge of the head hole, he chewed and chewed, a wet stain of saliva left in its wake. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the fabric. A hint of smoky firewood, the cleanliness of fragrant soap, and something sweet and familiar yet undefinable. It smelt nice. It smelt of home.

“Aaaaaaaccccchhhhhhh! Awwwwwwww! Orpheus!”

It was a welcomed distraction while it lasted. Blood pumped violently in his head, hefty lump lodged in his throat. Miko pulled the hoodie over his head, fully dipping inside the warm dark pit of cloth. His own safe space, away from the screams and unknown. Under here, it was dark, the only unknown was what he couldn’t see. He lowered his head and held out hands out close to the front of his face, the enclosed space meant a restriction of how more room he had. He could see his fingers - their outline and shape, a vague color to them. It wasn’t perfect but that’s all he needed. All that was known what right in front of him. He had control here.

“Miko.”

The boy popped his head out of his hoodie, squinting his eyes at the change of light. “Yes, uncle Hermes?”

Noticing the distraught expression plaguing his face, the elder god gave the child a sympathetic smile, “come on, let’s get some fresh air.”

Miko ghastly shook his head, “no, thank you.” His whispers slurring and making his ‘thank’ come out like ‘tank.’

“You worried about your momma in there?” Miko lowered his head once more, pulling his legs up and under his hoodie. The fabric bugling out, knees like tiny mountains under a blue blanket of snow. “Well, there’s no need to stay inside here and make yourself sick with worry. Your pops will come out and get us when it’s over.”

Miko glanced over to the hall that led back to his parents' bedroom. Loud, frantic wails and curse bled through the walls. The faint sound of meager encouragements and stern instructions were overpowered by screams of sheer agony and pain. He turned back to the god he now called his uncle, “you sure?”

“Ai, my child. Come now,” holding out a palm for the boy to grab.

Miko stretched out his legs and jumped from his seat on the cushion, rushing over to take the god’s hand just as another loud screech bellowed from behind the room’s closed door. He couldn’t take another second of this.

Hermes guided the boy out the front door and right to a lonely chair left where a front porch should be. He dusted the strat leaves and dirt from the seat and sat down, bringing the child upright afterward, stationing him in his lap.

The fall air was crisp and cool, but not too frigid despite it being early November. It smelled of passing rain. The trees were close fully bare, only a few stubborn leaves remained clinging hopelessly to their branches. The rest, an entrancing array of golden oranges, yellows, and reds, lingered scattered among the forest floor, stomped on, muddy and torn from traveling feet. Seemingly fat blackbirds flew above their heads, What color were their feathers actually? Miko imagined what they could be, picturing a single outlier swooping down and landing, taking refuge close by. They perched in the trees above just a few feet away, their wings regally out on display. Were they a dazzling dark blue? A shimmering gray? Or maybe just black?

“You ready for a sibling?”

The question caught the child off guard, startling him, his back growing stiff. “Huh?”

“I asked if you were ready to have a younger sibling?”

Miko turned back to the trees, the bird he once imagined now gone from his sight. The breeze picked up, silencing the chirps, rattling the trees and scattering the leaves further away. The boy shrugged silently. Hermes took it as his answer and pressed on, “what’s got, you worried boy?”

“What if I’m no good big brother?” Miko questioned quietly, letting the slurry of worries that had been circling in his mind finally spill from this once, tightly sealed lips. “What if she hates me? Or if Mama and Papa like her so much they don’t want me anymore…?”

“She?” Hermes asked, lightly. He knew there were more pressing matters to address, but he thought he might as well start by pointing out the easy things first.

Miko nodded, his dark curls bouncing in the wind, “yep. She’s definitely gonna be a girl. I can tell.”

“You can, huh?” Hermes raised his eyebrow, an astonished smile tickling at his lips.

“Uhh-huhh,” Miko assured. He balled his fist, rubbing and wringing his fingers with hotty vigor. His body rigid and shaky, but it was obvious that it from everything but the chill. Now, to take the bite.

“You really think your folks in there won’t want you after they have that kid?”

Miko sat there, no words, not even the slightest murmur or peep escaped his mouth. His eyes danced in their sockets, thoughts frantically swimming in the sea of self-doubt. The boy didn’t know what to believe - sure, the god had never lied to before, yet…

“Miko, look at me.” The boy shifted his chest, facing god seeking out his attention. “Now, I don’t know all the rest of those crazy ideas running around and playing tricks up in your mind, but I can tell you this. Your momma in there,” Hermes pointed back towards the wooden framed front window. “She promised the day they introduced you to me, that they would look after you through the joyous times and the painful ones.

“Now, I don’t think the birth of a baby should be a painful memory. Well, maybe for your momma it will be.” Miko winced, sucking in a sour breath at the thought of the torturous screaming happening inside the home. “But, I don’t think losing you will be apart of any pain of this memory.”

“You think so?” the child’s teal eyes sparkling in the light of the sun’s faint rays.

“I know so,” Hermes grinned.

Suddenly, Orpheus burst through the front door, cheeks flushed and the rim of his eyes red and teary. “It’s a girl,” he cried, tears dripping down his cheeks. “Eurydice, she...we have a baby girl.”

Miko beamed, turning to grin cheekily at his seat buddy. “See, I told you she it would be a girl uncle Hermes!”

“So you did, child,” Hermes congratulated the boy with a soft pat on the head, ruffling the wild curls under his fingertips. “Now, you ready to on in there and meet that younger sister of yours” Miko nodded, this time much more sure of the process, fear no longer gripping him tight by the shoulders. “Aight then, go on ahead.”

Miko hopped down off Hermes' lap and raced over to grab Orpheus' hand. It was clammy- sweaty and hot, but welcoming all the same. Hermes stood back glancing up to the sky, a thankful prayer running through his head.

“You coming, uncle Hermes?”

Hermes spun on his heels and slowly sauntered over. He placed his hand on top of Orpheus’ shoulder, “I’m proud of you boy.”

Orpheus teared up once more, “thank you, Mister Hermes.”

…

She was so tiny.

That was Miko’s first thought as his father lead him and Hermes into the bedroom, his eyes passing over the soaking sheets covered in bloody, afterbirth stains and the other body of the midwife in the room, to focus on his mother. Eurydice was sat upwards in the bed, propped up by pillows. Sweat dripped from her forehead, her eyes glassy and struggling to stay open. She looked utterly exhausted, yet, at the same time...utterly overjoyed. In her arms was what looked like a small wad of knitted blankets, when in reality it was something much more precious. In the center of the swathed blanket, was a baby girl.

“Miko,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and haggard. “You wanna come see your little sister?”

With feather-light, hesitant steps, Miko walked across the creaky bedroom floors, careful to avoid any thrown sheets or objects that lay strewn all over the room. Carefully, he hopped up onto the bed next to his mom, craning his neck to peer down at the bundle in her arms.

She was so...little. And squishy. Her skin bright, fleshy pink. Eyes shut tight, tiny long lashes fluttering with each breath. Tufts of jet black hair jutted out of her head, it looked unbelievably soft. He wanted to touch it.

“You wanna hold her?” Eurydice asked.

The boy's eyes went bug wide, “can I?”

Eurydice smiled, “here, hold out your arms.” She guided the baby into the boy's arms, instructing him on how to correctly support her neck and head, positioning them so they could both be comfortable. She’s so light… Miko thought to himself, watching as the newborn’s chest rose and fell, her nose twitching and fingers poking out and about every so often.

“She looks like a lil, pink goblin,” Eurydice snorted.

“No, Mama,” Miko shook his head, taking great precaution not to disturb the infant in his midst. “She’s cute! Too cute to be a goblin.”

“But she does look a little weird, you have to admit,” Eurydice said with a gentle smile.

“All newborns do,” the midwife chuckled from by the door next to Hermes, “give her a few days and she’ll start to look a bit more normal.”

“But she’s already cute,” Miko pouted. “Like a flower.”

“A flower that’s not fully bloomed,” Orpheus injected, his never-ending tears once again returning.

“Yeah, that’s it!” Miko cheered, focusing his attention back down to his new sister. “Hi, baby. I’m Miko. I’m your big brother.”

“She’s wonderful, good work Songbird,” Hermes said lovingly to the young mother. “Any of you thought of a name yet?”

The couple shook their heads but Miko quickly intervened, “oh, I have!”

“Aight, let’s her then,” Hermes crossed his arms, egging the boy on.

“Hyacinth,” he said proudly.

“Hyacinth?” Eurydice asked, “why Hyacinth.”

“Auntie Seph helped me pick it out,” Miko said. “It means sin-shear-rity!”

“You mean sincerity Miko-mi?” Eurydice chuckled.

“Right!” he smiled. “Plus, Papa said she looks like a flower, so it works!”

“Hyacinth…” Orpheus repeated slowly, letting the unfamiliar name dance on his tongue. “I love it.”

“Then baby Hyacinth it is,” Eurydice agreed. The family smiled at one either. The love in the air thick but not suffocating.

A tiny, pink hand, poked itself out from the confines of the blanket and wrapped each little finger around one of Miko’s dark brown ones. A firm squeeze. Miko glanced back down at baby Hyacinth. The baby girl slowly peeled open her eyes, a beautiful rich hazel gazed up at Miko’s shimmering teal. “I promise Hyacinth, I’ll protect you. I’ll be the best big brother ever. I’ll make you cookies, and cin-na-mon rolls and walk you ‘round the bar. I’ll take care of you. I’ll love you know matter what.” He placed a kiss on top of her head, “promise.”

#hadestown #miko and company au #miko and company #orphydice

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cottonblush · 5 years

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promise me | lmh

❧ word count: 3,403 maybe?

❧ genre: fluff, one mention of a cut so like gore i guess

❧ notes: installment one of the skz powers au!! this one is kinda a drabble series?? also i’ve discovered i love the whole “i hate u” “u love me” thing a little too much but it’s not hurting anyone so yee to the haw my guys!

The first time Minho realizes he’s a gifted one, he’s on the rooftop of his apartment building, unclipping some extra laundry from the clothes line. The wind picks up all of a sudden and the large bed sheet he just unclipped comes flying at his face. He’s trapped, a tangled mass of fabric and limbs, the opaque sheets doing nothing to aid his vision.

The sheets seem to act as a pair of wings, lifting the young boy into the air. It’s just a couple of feet at first, but then he keeps going higher and higher, and Minho can’t get rid of the sinking feeling in his stomach.

When he finally manages to untangle himself and take in a deep breath, he makes the biggest mistake. He pries open his eyes and looks down. There’s no building below him now, just the apartment complex’s playground and park. It doesn’t help that he’s afraid of heights. In that moment, he feels like a cloud, yet he feels like the weight of the world is pressing down on his shoulders.

The fear overwhelms him, clouding his mind, and Minho starts to freefall out of the sky. He tries to scream but can’t seem to find his voice. All that’s left is the seemingly infinite supply of salty tears welling in his eyes and streaming down his cheeks.

In the few seconds it takes to fall, the world seems to slow down. Minho sees flashes of his past, though there’s not much since he’s only at the ripe age of eight years old. He sees his mom making him ramen with an egg on top for the first time; he sees himself in the mirror, small hands running over the scar on his stomach from a surgery he needed; he sees his friends gathering around him to show him the stray cat they found behind a dumpster; he sees you, his next door neighbor and best friend, on the first day that you two met, eyes wide and curious about all the world could offer.

He won’t get to say goodbye to you or anyone else, Minho realizes. He screws his eyes shut and hopes everyone will at least remember him in a good light.

And then everything goes dark.

“Minho,” comes your high pitched voice after what seems like an eternity, “what are you doing hanging from Mrs. Yang’s terrace? Hammocks are meant to be set up close to the ground, silly! And you can’t use a bedsheet. My daddy says you have to buy a special thingy for it.”

Thankfully, the universe has decided it just isn’t Minho’s time yet, and when he realizes this, the boy scrambles to try and get to the terrace.

“Y/n! Please, help! I don’t wanna be in here anymore.”

You run off, causing Minho’s heartbeat to skyrocket, but you return moments later with Mrs. Yang. The woman quickly sees how serious the situation is and cautions Minho not to move.

“I’ll come get you so stay put,” she says, moving quickly.

Once the boy is safely back on the ground, he can’t stop crying, snot and tears turning his once pristine face into a soppy mess. You take the boy into your arms and the two of you fall to the ground, remaining in a tight embrace. Even though Minho is a couple of months older than you, you know it’s no time to point it out and make fun of him.

Instead, you hold him tighter and hope that only good thoughts can reach him, tiny arms doing the best they can to support the taller and larger boy.

Mrs. Yang calls Minho’s mom and she rushes downstairs to get her son, worried expression softening when she sees him safe and sound. She starts to pry him away from you and pick him up in her arms.

Before he can get away from you, you stick out your pinky finger.

“Promise you’ll tell me what happened?”

“I promise,” comes the reply, a matching pinky finger hastily wrapping around your own to seal the deal.

When Minho comes to terms with the fact that he has powers, specifically the power of flight, the first thing you do is urge him to start training to become a super. It’s your latest obsession, the name ‘Megaman’ leaving your mouth at least a billion times a day.

You tell Minho that you want to marry the famous super one day, regardless of the fact that there’s more than a decade between you two. That’s when the boy starts to think that maybe if he becomes a super, you’ll want to talk only about him instead.

Although it doesn’t take much convincing, actually getting Minho up in the air is the difficult part. You have to take it slow, holding his hand even if he’s only a couple of inches off the ground.

After weeks of the same results, it doesn’t seem that Minho will be able to make any improvements, so you do the only thing your ten year old brain can think of.

You unclasp the silver chain that rests around your neck, pendant shaped the same as the first letter of your name, and put it around his. Your hands come to rest on his shoulders, face serious as you try to pretend you’re like a sergeant from your dad’s favorite war-time movie series.

Minho scrunches his brows and tilts his head as he asks, “What’s this for?”

You giggle, serious façade immediately breaking, “It’s a good luck charm! This way, I can be with you whenever you’re flying and you don’t have to be scared.”

“For real? I can actually keep this? You’re awesome, Y/n! I’ll never feel scared if I have this with me!”

You give the boy a tight hug, a giant smile contouring your lips. Minho mumbles something into the crook of your neck, but you don’t quite catch it, so you pull back, hands still grabbing his shoulders and keeping him at an arm’s width away.

He looks unsurely down at the ground for a moment, contemplating if he should voice what he’s thinking or not. However, when he sees your that your encouraging smile hasn’t faltered one bit, it’s just the boost of confidence he needs.

He places his hands atop your own and says, “The necklace sure is great and all, but do you know what’s even luckier?”

You get pouty for a second, thinking your best friend might dispose of your precious gift. With a frown on your face, you grumble out, “No. And I don’t really care either.”

“It’s you, dummy!”

“Hey! Don’t call me a dummy when you’re the dummy, dummy!”

Minho resists the urge to roll his eyes because of course you’d find it in you to argue in a moment like this.

“Ugh, fine, I’m the dummy,” he concedes. “Anyway, I was thinking you can be my lucky charm! As long as you promise to never leave me, of course. And then we can be best friends forever!”

“Really? That’d be perfect, Minho!”

“Promise? That you’ll be by my side forever?”

“I promise.”

Flash forward a couple years and the two of you are sixteen. You’ve become on of the top students in school, balancing grades and your responsibilities as student council secretary. Minho has made a name for himself as a super, dedicating most of his time to saving lives and counting on you to catch him up when he returns home late at night.

However, with people on the streets becoming more aware of him, it also means bad people are better equipped to deal with him.

It’s one fateful night, the wind is howling in his ears and lightning flashes every couple seconds. He’s managed to sneak his way into a gang meeting, trying his best to calm his heartbeat and memorize every detail about the scheme that’s supposed to occur in the coming weeks.

The lightning ends up being a dangerous adversary, its light illuminating Minho’s crouched figure from his place beneath one of the windows on the second floor. One of the grunts notices something is amiss and whispers a command for the building to go into lockdown. He also alerts a guy who appears to be an interim boss of Minho’s location.

The other grunts have him in no time, using their familiarity of the layout to their advantage and sneaking up on him. They grab his arms, forcefully pressing them against his back, and drag him downstairs to the boss.

Minho finds himself seated in a chair. It feels like an investigation scene from the popular crime show on TV, the nearest source of light being an old lamp shining directly in the teen’s face. He gulps, knowing if whatever he says doesn’t please the boss—and it likely won't—he could end up in big trouble.

However, there’s one more mistake Minho makes, and that is overestimating the amount of leniency he would receive. He doesn’t even get a chance to speak before the breath is knocked out of his lungs. Next comes a sharp punch to the face and he knows that’ll leave a mark that won’t be so easy to cover up.

The gang members are relentless, each taking their turn punching or kicking the poor guy, until it’s finally the leader’s turn.

The bulky old man whips out a switchblade and slowly stalks forward. He places the tip of the cold blade on Minho’s forehead, applying enough pressure to draw blood. Minho’s eyes widen in recognition when he realizes what’s about to happen: the man is going to cut off his mask.

He can’t allow that to happen so he wills his body with all his might to break out of the death grip that the grunts have him in. He flies up into the air, shooting through one of the windows and making his escape. Although he does manage to make it out without anyone seeing his true identity, he flies home with a large cut on his forehead, gash slightly tearing into the edge of his mask.

Minho knows that if he goes home and his parents happen to see him in his current state, they’ll find out he’s a super and even worse, they may forbid him from doing the job he’s come to love so much.

Instead, he lands haphazardly on your bedroom’s balcony. He gives the sliding glass door a weak tap, hoping you’ll hear him over the sound of the raging storm above.

Like an angel sent from above, you do hear his call for help and crack open the door.

“Minho,” you call out, voice laced with drowsiness as it’s almost the middle of the night, “what are you doing? Come inside.”

You slide the door open even more, allowing his drenched body to weasel its way inside. You tiptoe across the room and turn the lights to the lowest setting that the dimmer can possibly allow. When you turn around, you resist the urge to yelp, instead rushing forward as Minho’s body collapses.

“Oh my god, Minho! What happened to you? Look at your face. It's…”

You can’t even finish your sentence, your thumb tracing over the delicate skin on his forehead, not ignoring the way his temperature is rapidly falling.

“We need to get you warmed up first,” you urge.

First, you plug in your space heater and position it in front of your bed. You then grab some spare clothes of Minho’s from your closet and turn, ready to hand them off when you see that his form is too exhausted to move on its own. Carefully, you peel off his suit, embarrassment not even close to being present in your mind due to the severity of the situation. You dress him as quickly as possible, making sure to avoid his open wound when sliding on his shirt.

Lugging his body onto your bed, you cover him with your blanket as well as the winter comforter you usually keep tucked away beneath the bed.

Thankfully, the wound is not as deep as it first appeared, and you hope that you can get away with treating it with ointment and wrapping it in bandages, at least until you can get Minho to a doctor.

You lean over his weakened body as you dab the cut with the necessary ointments and creams. Minho doesn’t make it easy for you. His right hand refuses to let go of its grip on your left wrist, skin never losing contact with your own. However, you let it be, knowing that just like that fateful day years ago, the best thing to calm him down is a nurturing touch.

He falls asleep like that and you can only hope for the best, refusing to sleep until you hear his breath even out.

When the sun rises the next morning and Minho comes to, you practically pounce on him, arms winding tightly around his neck.

“Can’t breathe,” the young man chokes out.

You instantly jump back, worry plaguing your features and tears threatening to spill onto your skin.

“S-Sorry,” you say, voice warbling and hands self consciously coming to rest at your side.

Minho softens upon seeing you so concerned, hands reaching out to grab your own.

“I’m fine,” he tries to assure you.

He tells you that he feels much better; he can’t even feel the cut on his head anymore, and that causes you to laugh, telling him he’s being absurd.

“I was so worried, you know? I really thought you were gone for a second there.”

“Don’t you remember our promise? I’m never leaving you and you’re not getting away from me anytime soon.”

“Of course, I remember. But I want us to make a new promise. I want you to promise me to always be careful on missions and always, always, always make sure to come back home safe to me.”

“I promise. I love you, Y/n. I hope you know that.”

“I love you more. And I’ve always known, dummy!”

“Hey!”

“You can’t even argue this time. You literally have a giant cut on your head. You are officially the dummy.”

“Oh god… Do you think my mom will notice?”

“It’s impossible not to. But maybe we can tell her you tripped on the way to school? She must’ve already left for work by now so at least you won’t have to worry about that for now.”

“Ah, what would I do without you?”

“Don’t know. Probably something dumb, dummy.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me!”

“…I hate when you’re right.”

You’re seventeen, not quite a dancing queen, when you’re first asked out to a school event: the winter formal dance. You’re giddy with excitement, chatting with your girl friends about the insta-worthy proposal all day. A classmate who’d recently been in a group project with you, Younghoon, asked you by stopping you at your locker with a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates.

Because you’re so caught up in the excitement, Minho has to learn of this event through social media, grip turning his knuckles white when he sees that a picture of you and Younghoon in a side hug is your most recent post. He thinks bitterly to himself that you would’ve liked lilies or snapdragons instead and would’ve much rather preferred Haribo sour gummy bears to a cheesy box of chocolates.

He doesn’t know why he’s so irked, to be honest. He thinks maybe it’s because you’ve always attended school functions together as a tradition and you could’ve at least given him a heads up.

However, on the day of the dance, when Minho sees you leaving your apartment through the tiny peephole on his front door, he swears his heart stops. Even through the distorted view of the glass, you look stunning. Your hair is styled and you’re wearing a beautiful floor length gown, but the only thing Minho can think is how you seem to glow. You’re not wearing any makeup but it looks like a fairy came and sprinkled you with glitter and fairy dust. Your million watt smile is just as bright as any other day, but it has Minho’s heart going a mile a minute like he’s seeing it for the first time.

While you spend the night dancing with your supposed prince charming, Minho spends his night at a table sulking. His close friend, Jisung, tries to get him to dance with one of the many girls who are head over heels for him, but he doesn’t have the heart to, telling his friend that he’s just not feeling well.

As Minho downs his sixth glass of punch and crushes the flimsy plastic cup between his fingers, he makes a promise to himself. He promises that from now on, he’ll try his best to make you see him as someone you can spend the rest of your life with. Because maybe all of the 'I love you’s that he’s said to you weren’t a way to express platonic appreciation, but actually are his way of showing how he wants to be able to call you his own and vice versa.

Nothing seems to be catching your attention. You’re quite dense for an eighteen year old. Even his famed flirting and aegyo tactics breeze right by you. Minho swears if he could use one word to describe the whole situation, it would be the infamous r/woosh.

Everyone in your friend group knows about his not-so-little crush, but they’re waiting for him to make a big move. However, Minho’s used all the moves he knows. He’s about to give up hope when a friend suggests a last ditch idea: the silent treatment. That’ll have to get you to notice him.

He never predicted it would be so hard, though. Seeing you in the halls and living right next door to you but not saying a word isn’t as easy as it first sounded. You’re the first person he wants to speak to when he gets a good grade. His finger hovers over your number when he sees anything he thinks you would enjoy doing together (which is pretty often since he basically thinks about you 24/7). You’re the first thing on his mind when he wakes up and the last thing his mind remembers before he goes to sleep.

It’s taking a toll on you too because after a long week, you corner him at his favorite dinner.

Sliding into the booth across from him with a serious expression adorning your face, you inquire, “Did I do something wrong? I swear I haven’t and there was probably just a misunderstanding.”

“No,” Minho denies. “There was no misunderstanding. I just needed some time to clear my head, I guess. Something my friend said really got to me.”

It’s not a complete lie, but Minho would rather be swallowed by a black hole than admit he resorted to something as petty as the silent treatment, especially when it comes to wooing a girl.

“Next time, give me a heads up, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

You change the subject, offering to split a milkshake with him, eyes turning their focus from his face to the menu in front of him. You use your fingers to maneuver the menu around to face you, calling over a waitress. You order a vanilla milkshake with two straws and no maraschino cherry on top: the classic order for the two of you.

Minho hesitantly asks after taking a sip of the cold and sweet milkshake, “Hey, I know we’ve made a lot of promises, but I want you to make me one more.”

When you don’t reply but look at him with attentive eyes and an open heart, encouraging him to feel comfortable and speak his mind, he gets the extra boost of confidence he needs.

“Promise me you’ll give me a chance.”

“What? Wait, a chance at what?”

“I guess I should’ve said, 'give us a chance.’ Go out with me?”

The smile on your face is so bright and full of joy that Minho swears he’ll go blind if he sees it again, but the thought is dismissed when you jump up and reach across the table to pull him into a tight embrace.

Placing a light kiss on the tip of Minho’s nose, causing it to scrunch up in an adorable manner, you whisper, “I promise.”

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galaxies-of-words · 5 years

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Snapped, Ch. 1

Ch. 1: Gone

Looking back, he should have never done it. He could look back on every moment that he could have stopped this, every time he could have done something to repair their relationship. He could hear every sentence he had said that had dragged them all closer and closer to this very event, to what was looking like it was going to be Katsuki's last day. He was going to die, the sinking feeling in his gut told him so. He was supposed to be number one, more famous than All Might himself! Instead he would be Bakugou Katsuki, second year at U.A., and probably the reason for the school shut down. The final death in a bloody trail of destruction, all because he couldn't say it.

I love you.

•••

Growing up, Izuku had looked up to Katsuki constantly. He followed him around all the time, gasping at his actions and praising him. Mitsuki and Inko found it cute how closer their boys were, making time for play dates almost every day. Izuku was always at Katsuki's side, and the two mothers smiled every time they saw the marks on their boy's shoulders. Wings, Inko had said when she first saw them together.

From their friendship grew something else, and it started when Katsuki's quirk manifested. All the praise, especially from his quirkless classmate, seemed to help him grow. It wasn't the way he should have, though. Izuku stayed by his side, treating him like some sort of god, just as the other kids. Everyone fell so beneath Katsuki, and Izuku was no exception to this. Katsuki's remarks towards the boy started becoming sharper, aiming to let him know just how little he thought of the other. Izuku grew up with the person he idolized as a person letting him know just how worthless he was. He didn't want to believe, but sometimes he thought it to be true.

But Izuku wasn’t the same person anymore, he had gotten into U.A. He was working towards his dream goal of being a hero, and All Might was at his side. He made knew friends, and he had begun to master his quirk. He could actually talk to Katsuki again. This last development was so important to him, and thinking about it always made his hand shoot to his mark. If he was honest, he had known it for a long time, how could he not? Their parents had spoken about, even joked at the two about marriage growing up. Each person would have two halves of a mark, combined into a vague shape that often represented beautiful things, or so people said. Although finding one's soulmate was never easy. They could be across the world, or they could be your neighbor. Most, of course, dated outside of their soulmates at one time or another in their lives. But Izuku had never, and neither had Katsuki. Izuku had known since he was a young boy that Katsuki's and his marks matched perfectly, but he had never spoken to the boy about it, and he had never spoken to Izuku of it.

Though now that Izuku and Katsuki acknowledged each other as worthy rivals, he thought there was a chance to speak to him about it. He didn't know why he was so sure that now was the time, but something inside him told him to try. He had been imagining a thousand different ways their conversation could go, and dwindling in the back of his mind was the millions of ways everything could go wrong. However, there was no point dwelling on the good or the bad, not when he had decided to take his chance. He was walking to the boy’s dorm room, when he turned the corner he was there, obviously having just come from his room, how convenient. And with him was the red headed male, Kirishima. Izuku really admired the male, but seeing him in that exact moment was one of the worst things he could imagine.

They were holding hands. Izuku’s soulmate, Bakugou, was holding the hand of someone else. His heart ached in his chest as emerald orbs couldn't look away from their laced fingers. When had he missed the signs that the two were interested in each other, and how? He swallowed, walking up to the blonde before he could realize that his legs were moving. “Kacchan, I need to speak to you alone! It’s urgent!”

Bakugou pissed and groaned at the smaller male, but something in those wide eyes urged him to agree. “I’ll be back, shitty hair.” He grabbed Izuku by the arm, dragging him around the corner and down the hall a ways. "What the hell could you possibly have to say that's so important?"

All Izuku could do for a moment was stare, but the second he blinked, he felt a rush of emotion come back to him. He felt like he was going to throw up just thinking about what this could mean. “What are you doing with him? Why were you two holding hands?”

Bakugou blinked, then narrowed his eyes in a vicious glare at the man. “What the fuck does it matter to you? What Kirishima and I do is our business—“

“Well it’s my business too, as your soulmate!” And suddenly Izuku was pulling his sleeve up to reveal his shoulder, and his mark. Sharp green eyes looked at Katsuki's arm as an unspoken challenge, but the blonde didn't take. “You know they match! You don’t belong with him!”

“I don’t give a fuck about our marks!" Katsuki suddenly yelled, one palm starting to smoke as he rammed the other into the wall above Izuku. "You are not my soul mate, and I will never date you! Get that stupid shit of your head, shitty nerd.” The blonde fumed at him for a moment longer, and then he turned, leaving Izuku alone.

Izuku watched him walk away as tears spilled over his cheek, and his heart shattered to a million pieces. What had he tried so hard for if it was all going to end like this? The searing pain in his chest felt like it was going to tear him apart, one hand clutching at the fabric of his shirt. A sob tore it's way out of his chest, and then he was turning. He couldn't let anyone see him like this. He was pathetic, and alone, just as he always would be.

•••

Izuku had been missing for two months, and no one had any clue where to look for him. No one had truly know what happened to him, one second he was there and the next he was not. Katsuki never spoke up about their conversation, and Kirishima never mentioned to anyone that he had been the last to see the boy before he disappeared. He felt awful about it, but he didn't think it mattered as to why he was no where to be found. His phone and all his possessions were still accounted for in his room, and there had never been any reports of noise, or forced entry. And further more, no one ever reached out towards them claiming to have the male. It was like he was a ghost.

Toshinori had been stricken with grief, and refused to give up hope. He made appearances on TV as All Might begging for anyone who had seen Izuku Midoriya to call U.A. No serious leads were ever called in, and the blonde man had fallen into a depression. Everyone stopped talking to him about his student, and almost everyone assumed the boy dead.

Eventually they all forced themselves to not think about it. Iida and Uraraka has seemed to lose a little light in their eyes, but tried to keep everyone’s spirits up just the same. Todoroki seemed reserved whenever someone had mentioned the male. The worst, however, was Bakugou. He never spoke about it, or even mentioned the male again. Anyone who said his name in front of him was sure to fear their life. Katsuki Bakugou did not care about Izuku Midoriya.

He told himself that every night, when he came to mind. Every time he saw his mark in the mirror, and every time he looked in Kirishima's eyes. Every time he started to feel bad for what he had told Deku that day. Everyone assumed that he was dead, but Katsuki knew he wasn't. When someone's soul mate died, they would always know. It would be one of the most painful experiences of their life, and as much as Katsuki hated the sight of that big smile and freckles, he knew. He would be devastated when he died, no matter how he felt towards him.

He never let himself express anything about Izuku until the night he was spotted, and it was confirmed to be a legitimate source. Katsuki had been approved to go on a patrol near the area of his sighting, and of course Kirishima had to come with him. The two of them were dedicated to saving their friend, and that's what Katsuki let Kirishima believe. And Kirishima didn’t question why this meant so much to him, beyond the fact that they were childhood friends. Katsuki kept that lie inside, and he looked into Kirishima's trusting eyes and he felt the lie seize in his gut. He had no idea the mess he was getting into, just because he liked Katsuki.

They got separated on the patrol, and things started to turn into a blur for Katsuki. He had to find Kirishima, he couldn't lose the both of them. After checking his tenth alley way, his phone began to ring. Relief flooded his lungs as he read the name, answering quickly. "Mother fucker! Where have you been, shitty hair? I've been losing my mind!"

“Kirishima can’t come to the phone right now, Kacchan. Wouldn’t you like to play with me instead?” Rang a cheery, yet deadly voice.

“Deku?” The happy voice haunted him every night, and the knife twisted as he heard that childhood nickname for the first time in two months. Except the voice was wrong, the last time he had heard the male sound like that was when he announced to the class that the kid was quirkless. "Where's Kirishima, Deku?"

“The one and only, Kacchan. Have you missed me, Kacchan? I sure missed you. In fact you could visit me!” He didn't answer a single one of his questions besides telling him exactly who he was.

“What have you done with Kirishima?” The words ripped out of his throat before he could stop him, and fear engulfed his heart.

A bitter laugh followed, and for a moment he thought he could hear a sob. “You're only going to ask about him? What about me, Kacchan? Wouldn't you like to find out how strong I've become?"

"You wanna fuckin' fight, Deku? Tell me where Kirishima is and I'll kill you the second we meet."

“He's right here, Kacchan. But he can't come to the phone, ever. I couldn't help it." He couldn't help what?

“Where are you?” His voice came out weak, and for once, Bakugou Katsuki was genuinely scared of Izuku. All the times they had fought and stood up to him, he never once feared the man. But this wasn't Deku, this was like a ghost that was haunting him.

“I’m at your house, Kacchan! It was lovely seeing your parents again! Oh and, my condolences. You’d best come home soon."

The line went dead, and he could hear his heart ramming against his ribs. Running home felt like nothing, and every turn was muscle memory. Seeing the lights on didn't soothe his nerves in the slightest, not when he could see a dark stain on the curtain.

#bnha #bnha bakugou #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bakudeku #kiribaku #fanfic #trigger warning

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hellyeahrpmemes · 6 years

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※ JENNA MARBLES SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. XIII ※

starters from jenna’s 11 most recent videos! feel free to change names/pronouns/zodiac signs/etc.! more jenna sentences

MY BOYFRIEND COOKS MY FAVORITE DESSERT

“Is that what that is?”

“You say standing, I say upright leisuring.”

“I think it’s subtle.”

“It is pretty subtle; I didn’t notice you.”

“Did you just choke?”

“Sometimes, we just can’t find delicious things that both of us can enjoy.”

“Why are you wearing that helmet?”

“Are you going to wear that the whole time?”

“Wait, so I’m cooking all of the cupcakes?”

“Do I look like someone that’s gonna bake today?”

“I will walk out and I will come back when these cupcakes are ready if you make fun of me one more time.”

“I’ll probably just wing it.”

“I want cupcakes, not Aries shit.”

“A lot of people seem to think that, if you are a vegan, that I wake up every day just with a craving for some carrots.”

“Do I look like a rabbit to you?”

“I’m not here to eat lettuce.”

“You don’t get this very average-looking 31-year-old body from sitting around eating spinach.”

“A “piece of cake” is really open to interpretation.”

“This is a predetermined portion, so, if you have five, that’s on you.”

“I just wanna go enjoy cupcakes with my boyfriend in the middle of the night.”

“We should open a cupcake shop that stays open twenty-four hours a day.”

“Can I get one “this is why mom doesn’t fucking love you”?”

“That actually is making me feel safer, somehow.”

“What’s the point of this, by the way?”

“This is what Julien does. Like, he knows enough conversational Spanish to make absolute nonsense Spanish sentences.”

“Don’t try and drag Virgos, they know everything that’s in the house and where it is. Don’t even try.”

“Imagine if I dropped this right now, and it just shattered glass everywhere, and it was all for nothing.”

“Why are you breathing so hard?”

“I’m self conscious about my breathing.”

“This is what not planning out portions looks like.”

“Are you relaxed yet?”

“Can you just, like, maybe, relax?”

“Someone has not done that to me in so long.”

“If this is a mess, I apologize.”

“It could or it couldn’t; we’re trusting that it won’t.”

“Does that look like the trash to you?”

“Three and a half cups of powdered sugar? Honestly? Worth it.”

“There’s nothing gentle about this.”

“That’s very creative, but I don’t wanna eat that.”

“I just got some paper in that bite.”

“Why did you just burn your finger on purpose?”

REACTING TO COMPILATION VIDEOS OF ME 3

“It is not easy to do that.”

“Normally, the funny moments for you are miserable for me.”

“Don’t you like when I just defy you?”

“You pull out a hammer to cut an onion, Julien…!”

“It doesn’t count as a mustache if it’s accompanied by a beard.”

“Beards do not have to also include mustaches.”

“I could destroy you for an hour in this argument, so maybe we table this.”

“Why do you put up with me sometimes?”

“This is infinitely annoying.”

“You just wanted a reaction.”

“I was just trying to annoy you. It was worth it.”

“It is a good time to mess with you.”

“It is a masterpiece.”

“It’s all about how it makes you feel.”

“I am not a robot 2k18.”

“You started something that I can no longer stop, now.”

“I’m just saying I’ve never seen you two in the same room.”

“That is what the internet is for.”

WE BOUGHT A HOUSE

“This is something that I have been saving for since any of you have known me.”

“I’m terrified the whole time.”

“I’m terrified of everything.”

“It’s been my only goal.”

“I just see a terrifying responsibility.”

“We have chosen to be as independent as possible.”

��You can fix some things. Not all things.”

“Where the hell are you guys?”

“I don’t want to think about it too much — I will cry.”

“I’m always the one who stands.”

“We had prom in here.”

“I don’t do any formal living - I only do casual living.”

“Um, fam, why’d you lock me in here?”

“Please, for the love of god, promise me.”

“This is my favorite place ever.”

“There’s a stuffed animal backpack and a hat that says sexy from Pigeon Forge, Tennessee.”

“As you can tell, I’m a lady of sophistication.”

“I’m gonna keep this hopefully forever.”

“We’ll show you the dungeon next time.”

“What — shit, was I not supposed to tell about the dungeon?”

“If you hate it, that’s fine too.”

TRYING TO DECORATE OUR HOUSE

“We still have so much stuff to do.”

“Everybody can see us just butt-ass naked up there.”

“Honestly, if you’re standing somewhere else in the room, it looks fine.”

“Are you making me build the table?”

“I’ve got weak arms. I’m kidding, they’re like the strongest part of my body, they’re enormous.”

“No nude portraits, Julien. I’m barely nude in front of myself, okay?”

“That’s one of the seven deadly sins. Vanity, gluttony, greed, stools.”

“You fuck it up and then you yell at me when I tell you you fucked it up.”

“There are no directions. Most things don’t come with directions. It’s a suggestion pamphlet, that’s it.”

“Nothing says I’m building a table quite like not having any shoes on.”

“This is coming from the person that had paper curtains for the longest time.”

“I don’t know how this works, I don’t know how to do any of this.”

“Should we just change our whole entire goal today?”

“I don’t know where all of my forks have gone.”

“That’s absolutely not where that came from.”

“I think we took steps backwards, today.”

“This is a gigantic waste of time.”

“Look at the bright side. I don’t know what it is, just look at it.”

“How do people have the will to do this nonstop?”

“I don’t know what the fuck to put there.”

“It’s a skill that I just do not have.”

“Things we’ve learned today: 1) Christian rock bumps. 2) Shopping for things in the world and not on the Internet is a gigantic waste of time.”

“Honestly, leaving the house is a waste of time.”

GIVING MYSELF EYELASH EXTENSIONS

“I’m rare, like a dragon.”

“You’re like a dragon. You scream loud.”

“I will never be using that.”

“I felt like she just didn’t like me.”

“If it has controversial reviews, give it to me. I can’t wait to try it.”

“Wait, what? You’re gonna burn your eyes?”

“I cannot be bothered with this shit.”

“If it’s expensive, there’s gotta be a way to learn how to do it and do it yourself.”

“I didn’t really know what was gonna happen here today.”

“So far this has turned out to be a challenge.”

“Julien, I need you to stop it.”

“I’m not sure I’ve done anything more tedious and frustrating in my life.”

“Don’t remind me that I waste my time.”

“That’s not a good look, but that’s my look.”

“Come on, I’m trying my best.”

“I am having a good time.’

“Is that too much? Do I look extra? Because I have the too much gene, and I don’t know when to stop.”

“I wish I didn’t have a nose.”

“Compliments like that aren’t compliments.”

“I don’t know if I can make it. I don’t know if I can do it.”

“I need encouragement…!”

“I’ve never been tested like this.”

“I need a snack and a large glass of water.”

“I’m really starting to feel the consequences of my decisions.”

“I’m sure these are great for someone. Not me.”

“I’m not sure I’ve ever felt more uncomfortable than I do right now.”

MAKING MY DOG A BED OUT OF SOAP

“I’ve been working literally all day to try and figure out how to make this work.”

“I went and got three tubs of said soap.”

“It doesn’t work. Trust me. I’ve been doing it all day. It doesn’t work.”

“I can’t describe to you how much it smells like soap in here. It’s nauseating. Like, it almost makes your throat hurt.”

“Does that feel cool?”

“I love that dog… I love that dog…! I love him!”

“I can’t take another failure.”

“No one was ever making a bed out of soap.”

“We could really be tedious about this, but, honestly? Fuck it.”

“I can’t fucking believe that this is actually happening.”

“This was their fault. Not mine.”

“Hi, my name’s Jenna, I’m 31, and I don’t know what I’m doing with my life.”

“It’s just really fun to melt soap and then mold it.”

“My arms hurt, my back hurts, my legs hurt.”

“I feel like I’m digging for treasure, this is so stupid.”

“Why did I do this? What have I done?”

“My arms are exhausted from doing that.”

“Please come back, please come back, please come back.”

“This was thirteen hours of work, please just look at it.”

“He hates it. I’m so upset.”

“Let this be the example to remember. This does not work. This is a mess.”

“We’ve created ourselves quite the pickle.”

“He literally doesn’t even care.”

“I need to go to bed.”

MAKING MY BOYFRIEND A ROMPHIM

“Who says a man can’t enjoy a beautiful flowy fabric and a flowy shape that allows you to enjoy the warm weather with freedom?”

“Please don’t take any instruction from me.”

“I don’t know how to sew, I just refuse to fail.”

“You’re on thin ice with me already.”

“If you don’t wear this, I’m gonna be genuinely offended.”

“What’s your favorite part of scissors? Mine’s the handle, ‘cause it’s safe.”

“I guess I don’t even really know how to put in a zipper.”

“There’s no disputing it, I was stabbed.”

“Um, I accidentally cut a hole in it.”

“Thicc, with four and a half Cs.”

“This is taking me far longer than I anticipated.”

“Don’t boop my nipple.”

“Look at that exquisite workmanship.”

“Will you put it on backwards for me? I’m just curious.”

“I’ve gathered you today to look at me. Because I’m beautiful.”

“Give us a good strut.”

“Now strut that little butt out of here.”

COME DO TERRIBLE THINGS TO MY HAIR WITH ME

“The term ‘semi-permanent’ is absolute bullshit.”

“This apparently glows under blacklight.”

“If you’re expecting to look this good, expect disappointment.”

“Dear hair, I’m so sorry, love, Jenna.”

“I feel like this is gonna take forever.”

“Just make sure you wrap it in like seventy thousand plastic bags.”

“How do you feel? Do you feel beautiful?”

“I can’t believe I dyed my hair navy blue seven months ago, and it’s still in here.”

“I got it on my pants, I got it on my pants…”

“You can’t blame me for trying.”

“You’re anticipating my failure, is that what you’re saying?”

“If you dye your hair navy blue, it’s just never coming out.”

“It’s too late, now. Just forget it.”

“It’s been thirty minutes, and I can tell nothing is gonna happen.”

“Look at, that did nothing…! I feel sad.”

“You always prepare for worst-case scenario. All the time.”

“Did I done fuck up?”

“How did I fuck up this bad?”

“Something tells me my technique isn’t gonna pay off this time.”

“It’s not like I’m gonna learn my lesson.”

“I’m like a brunette bird of paradise.”

CAMOUFLAGING MYSELF INTO A CHAIR

“I can’t come up with a list of reasons of why not. There’s only yes.”

“Why is it funny if I do it, but if a makeup artist does it, they’re like, wow, this is spectacular, they deserve an award.”

“Why can’t I try stuff without people thinking I’m nuts?”

“We already have a timer going for eighty-four years.”

“That actually looks so good on you, fuck…”

“The real me has come out.”

“I hope that works, because there is no plan B.”

“I feel like this doesn’t look good at all.”

“She doesn’t believe my feedback until she sees it for herself.”

“You look like an X-Man that didn’t quite make it.”

“I’m just out here being an adult.”

“You did such a good fucking job.”

“I’m just out here trying to have a good time. What’s your problem?”

“I actually had a wonderful time.”

“If you think I’m taking this off, you’re dead wrong.”

“This is my nightmare.”

“Send help to me.”

MY DOGS PICK MY MAKEUP

“There’s no easy way to follow that up.”

“Alright, that’s enough answering from you.”

“Just know that we’re a little stressed.”

“Knock knock, who’s there, it’s not America, freedom doesn’t knock, freedom rings.”

“Later on, I will be drawing eyebrows on you.”

“No matter what people tell me or do on the internet, I’m just not one of those people that does my eye makeup and then puts on foundation.”

“That is a one-way ticket to just smudging everything you just did.”

“I’m what you might call lazy as hell.”

“This is a stupid video.”

“What a sophisticated look you just picked.”

“Are you enjoying yourself even though you don’t know what’s going on?”

“I like to do all of my eyeshadow with one fucking brush.”

“Wow, I mean, I have an audience here.”

“You’re gonna have to wipe down every single box, because I’m not having this life.”

“I’m still mad that you did that.”

“It’s not gonna be a very fun week for you, huh?”

“I kind of like it a lot.”

“I get it, it’s dumb.”

“Open your mouth a little wider?”

“I’m coming for your brand.”

“There is a wasp in here…!”

REACTING TO COMPILATION VIDEOS OF ME 4

“I forgot that you made a bunch of Spider-Man jokes.”

“When I’m concentrating on something that I’m really trying to pull off, I don’t hear your jokes.”

“Literally did not even experience you saying that in person.”

“Just fuck me up.”

“Aw, he’s so cute.”

“He fucking melts your heart.”

“I thought you were gonna say your face is a drug. Cause I was gonna say, then I’m addicted to that.”

“Are you calling me a rat?”

“Honestly, that was really fucking scary. That was genuinely scary.”

“We are alone in this house. You disappear, and that appears.”

“That’s what you hear in the middle of the night that wakes you up.”

“I blew it, man. I fucking blew everything.”

“I’m too emotional to watch this stuff.”

“I wish I knew how to do that.”

“God? Is that you?”

“God, he’s cute.”

“Wow, right on time.”

“Did you know that we’re laughing about you?”

“What the fuck is this?”

“What did we do?”

“I’m feeling personally attacked right now.”

“They literally look at me and go ‘oh, no’, and then they don’t know what to do.”

“I’m feeling attacked.”

“Please stop making fun of my eyebrows 2k18.”

#rp memes #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #rp sentence prompts #roleplay meme #roleplay sentence starters #roleplay sentence meme #mine

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Stuffed Hearts

(You can blame the Vanitas Discord server for this one.)

Summary: Aqua takes Ven and Vanitas to Build-a-Bear for their tenth birthday.

Why did Ven have to have the same birthday as him? They were twins; so what? That didn’t mean they had to celebrate it together. They were ten now; they were old enough to do their own stuff, with their own friends.

But noooooo. Instead, Vanitas had to get dragged to Build-a-Bear on his birthday.

“Which one are you gonna get?” Ven asked, beaming his stupid grin everywhere. “I’m gonna get a green one!”

“I bet they don’t have a green one. Bears aren’t green.” Vanitas looked away from his twin, searching the mall for anything more interesting than the store they were about to go in. There was a GameStop, and Scrooge’s Ice Cream shop. Maybe if he could just walk a little slower, they’d keep going and…

“Come on, Van,” Aqua said gently, taking his hand. So much for that plan. “Be nice to your brother. It’s his birthday too.”

“It’s my birthday too,” Vanitas grumbled. Not quiet enough to get past his big sister, though.

“And we’ll go to the skatepark like you wanted right after this,” she assured him. “The faster we finish here, the sooner we can go.”

Aqua was right. He wasn’t surprised; Aqua was always right. But he still sighed huffily as Ven dragged him into the store.

XXX

“Vani, Vani! Look at this one! He is green!” Ven shoved the shell of a blindingly-green frog in Vanitas’s face.

“Because it’s a frog, stupid.” He scowled at the unstuffed doll. With the seam open in its stomach and no fluff inside, it looked like it was dead. That would’ve made him laugh, if he wasn’t busy being annoyed.

“Yeah, but I was still right.” Ven grinned. “I don’t really want a frog, though…”

“Don’t worry, Ven. I’ll help you find one you like.” Aqua smiled at him and took his hand. “You can still get one if you want too, Van.”

He didn’t, and he didn’t follow Aqua that as she escorted Ven deeper into the store. She wouldn’t notice; Ven was always the louder one, taking too much of her attention. Normally he resented that, but he’d deal with it for now. The sooner she helped Ven find his stupid doll, the sooner they could go skating.

He eyed the Game Stop out the entrance and across the hall. He could still sneak over and look at the GameBoy games… but if Aqua and Ven got done first, they would get mad at him.

I guess I can look at the stupid toys. There’s nothing else to do.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and wandered the aisles. Giant tubs of stuffed animal skins were everywhere, like some crazy hunter’s house. If you could hunt dolls instead of real animals. Maybe he could get a doll and not stuff it, and use it to chase Ven around the house. That could be fun.

Just as he was thinking it, one stuffed animal caught his eye. Just like all the others, it sat on a shelf above its matching bin of skins. Unlike the others, this one actually looked cool. It was dark blue, with antennae that looked like lightning bolts. And it had red eyes, like some kind of monster. He stretched up to read the name on the tag.

“Flood,” he read to himself. It even had a cool name. How had it gotten into a lame store like this? Whatever, it didn’t matter. He pulled out one of the blue skins - so soft - and ran off to find Aqua and Ven.

“You are getting one!” Ven beamed as brightly as if the toy was going to be his. He’d better not be getting any ideas; Vanitas wasn’t going to share.

“So?” He shrugged. Aqua smiled down at him.

“Why don’t we give him to the nice man here? He’ll stuff him for you.”

The older man she pointed to smiled. Vanitas eyed him warily before handing the limp skin over. It would probably look cooler stuffed, he decided. It was too hard to see the red eyes otherwise.

“Oh, and don’t forget to pick out a heart,” Aqua added, pointing to a bin overflowing with the fabric shapes. Most were red, but a few were other colors. He wanted to tell her that his Flood didn’t need a heart, but instead he just rolled his eyes and dug out a blue one, even though he usually liked the color red better. If Flood had to have a heart, it was going to be one fit for a monster.

“What did you get?” He asked Ven while the old man did his job. Surprisingly, Ven blushed. Vanitas thought he’d be excited to show off his new doll. “You did get one, right?” If Ven didn’t get one, there was no way Vanitas could, even if his was cool. Repli would never let him hear the end of it.

“Yeah… but you can’t laugh!” Ven said. That’s when Vanitas noticed what he was holding behind his back. He tried to skirt around his twin to get a better look, but he stepped back. “I mean it! Promise!”

Vanitas rolled his eyes. “Whatever, I promise.”

He finally got around Ven’s guard and snatched the stuffed animal out of his hands. And then he burst out laughing.

“Vani! You promised!”

“But - but it’s a pony!” Vanitas cackled, holding up the already-stuffed green pegasus his twin had picked out.

“Aquaaaa! Vani’s making fun of me!”

Aqua spun from where she had been talking to the man. Her face was already full of stormclouds, wiping the grin from Vanitas’s face.

“...He got a pony,” he tried to justify himself. “Why did he get a pony?”

“Ven can get whatever stuffed animal he likes. It’s his birthday,” Aqua reminded him sternly. “And if you want the toy you picked out, you need to be nice to him.”

He sighed loudly. Why did no one care that it was his birthday? He shoved the green pony back into Ven’s arms.

“Here, take your dumb pony. I got a cool stuffed animal.” He took the now-stuffed Flood that the worker handed to him. Aqua was apologizing to him, for some reason.

“She’s not dumb,” Ven insisted. “Her name is Zephyr Breeze, and I bet she could beat your dumb Flood.”

“You - Flood is not dumb!” Vanitas snapped back, not realizing how tightly he was hugging his new toy.

“Oh yeah?” Ven taunted with a grin. “Can he fly?”

“No, but - flying doesn’t make you not dumb!”

“Ven, Van,” Aqua interrupted, clasping her hands on each of their shoulders. “Don’t you want to give your stuffed animals some clothes? Come on.”

By this point, she sounded almost as done as Vanitas was. He almost felt guilty for that, but it was Ven’s fault, really. He was the one who’d wanted to come here in the first place.

“Come on, Vani!” Argument already forgotten, Ven grabbed his free hand and dragged him towards the clothes section. Flood wasn’t really the right shape to wear clothes - he had pointy feet and arms, so he couldn’t wear shoes or gloves. Not that he needed shoes or gloves. They’d probably just look stupid anyway.

That didn’t stop Ven from shoving shirts and accessories into his arms for him to try. He just stood there, counting the seconds until Ven lost interest in him and went to trying clothes on his own toy. His pony. Seriously, what had made him choose that? He’d have to get the answer out of him later.

In the meantime - since he had to wait on Ven anyway, again - he sat down and shuffled through the tiny clothes piled in his arms. Most of them were as dumb-looking as he’d figured - a rainbow umbrella, an “I <3 Build-A-Bear™” shirt, pink sequined pants?

“Really, Ven?” Vanitas muttered. Maybe his twin was just trying to get a laugh out of him. It almost worked.

Some of the clothes weren’t so awful, though. He ended up choosing a black leathery-looking jacket and stuffing Flood’s skinny arms through it. Now he definitely looked tough enough to beat up Ven’s pegasus, wings or no.

“Finished already?” Aqua asked when he joined her, leaning against a tall standing display of stuffed bears.

“Uh-huh.” He nodded. “Ven’s still being too slow.”

“I heard that!” Ven called. Of course he did, they just at the end of the aisle. Then Ven jumped up from where he was rummaging in a low bucket and ran toward them. “Here!” He shoved something into Vanitas’s free hand with no explanation. He stared at it, and his eyes widened.

“You found a skateboard?” Vanitas couldn’t help grinning.

“Yeah! Now we can take Zephyr and Flood skating with us!” Ven held up his own toy skateboard.

“That was thoughtful of you, Ven.” Aqua smiled at him, then gave Vanitas a brief but pointed look. He didn’t usually talk nice to his brother, even when Aqua told him to, but… well, it was his birthday.

“Thanks,” he said, quickly flashing a rare sincere smile. Then he covered it with a smirk. “But I bet Flood is faster than your pony!”

“Oh, yeah? How much you wanna bet?”

Aqua frowned. “There will be no betting. Remember what Father said?”

Vanitas did. Dad had said no GameBoys for a week if he and Ven bet again, even if it was just over who had to do chores.

“Fiiiiine,” Ven said with a sigh.

Later that day at the skatepark, Vanitas still earned two Starburst and a Jolly Rancher off of him.

A/N: The reason Ven wanted a pony is because he’s friends with Namine and Xion, who both like to play with ponies, and wanted to be able to play with them better. I didn’t find a good place to include that, sorry!

#my fic #au #kingdom hearts #ventus #vanitas #kingdom hearts aqua #wow this is the first time i've written a one-shot in forever #will crosspost later

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