#it needs to get warmer im freezing to death

[thealmightyrat]

Discworld books are absolutely brilliant because they'll have very clever jokes (that you'll often figure out on a train or something several months later) mixed with reality shattering concepts that will permanently alter the way you see the world. He's just that good. I started them a few months ago (with Going Postal) and they've made life sooo much more bearable.

Also, he will casually just call a character Carrot or Moist and act as if there's nothing unusual. It's brilliant.

Also also, The City Watch series is basically just a slow burn gay enemies to lovers romance between Vimes and Vetinari from what I've so far.

Also also also, the reading order chart is the finest work of modern engineering since the steam locomotive, the AO3 tagging system and that clever eukaryote who came up with wheels.

#terry pratchett #discworld #gnu terry pratchett #they're really good #read them #or don't #its up to you i suppose #i might forgive you eventually #trains are so cool i think #i mean you could figure out a pratchett joke somewhere else #but where better than a train #it needs to get warmer im freezing to death #that's got nothing to do with post but you need to know for illegal reasons im afraid

[arthropod-concoctions]

(AO3 - prev)

Jimmy wasn't in Tumble Town. Instead of the mesa he'd claimed to build his empire in, Jimmy found himself in a snowy field surrounded by gargantuan walls made of blackstone. Had someone pranked him by terraforming his surroundings while he'd been in the game? Probably not; there wasn't enough time for that. He'd been inside the game for five weeks, so that was... about fifteen hours for outsiders. Not nearly enough time to gather enough blackstone to do all this.

I still can't believe I died so early again. To an enderman of all things! Jimmy thought to himself. Well, no point lingering on that now; he'd apologize to Tango the next time they played. Right now he wanted to get out of these walls and see something familiar.

He flew to the top of one of the walls to look around, but he only saw forests, no familiar scenery. He shuffled across the wall to see more-- shuffled, because whoever had dropped him into this snowfield had also put a thick, cumbersome coat on him. It got in the way of his movements and made it very hot, so he began to take it off-

Wait a minute. He was in the middle of a snowfield, yet didn't feel cold at all; in fact, he was getting very warm. Wasn't that a symptom of hypothermia? Suddenly, he noticed that his arms were very pale, unhealthily so.

“Oh no,” he whispered to himself, and put the coat back on. “Right, change of plan: I need to get out of here.” He activated his elytra again, and flew away from the blackstone construction.

He didn't have to fly long to find signs of civilization; he quite quickly came across a large street with many buildings along it. It was deserted, and didn't look like the building style of any other emperors, but Jimmy landed anyways. Then he decided to do something he probably should have done earlier; he checked chat.

Strangely enough, his chat didn't manifest as the book and quill he'd designed, but instead as a small red device. Still, it showed him the most recent messages of the server he'd ended up in:

Tango joined the game

<joehillssays> Howdy Tango, welcome back!

<Cubfan135> Tangooooooo

Tango was here! Jimmy didn't know the other names, but that didn't matter; finding Tango would already be very helpful. He decided to send him a private message; better not to alarm these strangers.

You whispered to Tango: tango

Tango whispered to you: tango

You whispered to Tango: im lost

Tango whispered to you: im lost

You whispered to Tango: where are you

Tango whispered to you: where are you

The fact that his messages to Tango immediately got sent back was worrying. Maybe Tango's chat was bugged, and somehow bouncing messages back instead of showing them to him...? Regardless, Jimmy sent him one more message.

You whispered to Tango: im so sorry about that death btw

Tango whispered to you: im so sorry about that death btw

Unsure of what else to do, Jimmy made his way to a bench and sat down. He was beginning to sweat; would it be safe to take off the coat yet? His arms still didn't have any colour in them, so he decided against it.

After a few minutes of waiting, someone flew past on elytra, noticed Jimmy, and landed in front of him. It wasn't Tango; this was someone wearing a brown sweater, with curled horns jutting out from his blond hair.

“There you are! Why weren't you responding to chat? And what are you in Scarland for?” the stranger asked Jimmy.

Jimmy wasn't sure how to respond; this person didn't seem at all concerned about the fact there was someone new on the server. He decided to get straight to the point: “I think I'm freezing to death.”

“Oh jeez. The deep frost finally got to you, then?” he stepped towards Jimmy, and put his hand on his forehead.

“I mean, you are a little cold, but I thought that was just part of your bit this season,” he said. “You feel, warmer than the last time I high-fived you. And- dude, you're sweating! Tango, buddy, I know hardcore worlds can get intense, but did you forget the difference between hot and cold?”

Jimmy hadn't ever high-fived this man. “I thought getting warm was a symptom of... did you just call me Tango?”

The man's eyes widened slowly. “...Yes? That's your name, silly!”

“No it isn't,” Jimmy said, and frowned. If he got mistaken for Tango, did that mean...?

“Oh. Okay, that's fine, uh... do you remember my name?” he spoke slowly, and had a concerned expression on his face.

“No. Look, dude, I think something went-”

“WHAT!?” the man interrupted Jimmy. “You don't even remember your best friend Zedaph? Okay, you are clearly not feeling well. Take that big coat off, I think you're overheating.”

Jimmy did take the coat off, leaving him with a short-sleeved undershirt. His upper arms were even paler than his hands; they were almost blue. Zedaph took the coat and draped it over the bench they were sitting on.

“Tango, you just lay down for a moment. I'll stay here with you, and I'll call X when he gets online, and then he'll get you checked out, okay?”

Jimmy started to lay down, then changed his mind. “No, I feel fine, but dude, I'm not Tango. My name's Jimmy, and me and Tango were-”

“Ah-bah-bah-bah, don't get so worked up, just get some rest,” Zedaph interrupted him, and pushed him flat onto the bench. He was surprisingly strong; or maybe Jimmy was just lighter than he was used to. Zedaph sat down on the bench next to him, and began writing something down, muttering to himself: “Okay, symptoms: amnesia, weird body temperature, talking in a London accent for some reason...”

Jimmy sighed, and laid down. How had he ended up in this situation?

---

One moment Bigb was rushing up the stairs of the Box, trying to help Ren. The next he was... sitting in his lap?

When he turned his head to see Ren's be-sun-spectacled face right next to his own, he immediately jumped up. He also squealed, which would've been embarrassing if not for the sound Ren made, which was louder and lasted much longer.

“He-hey, Ren! Fancy seeing you here,” Bigb said to Ren, trying to sound casual. He had not expected to see him again; he'd expected to end up back on BasicCraft with Tom. Maybe this was the afterlife? He was pretty sure Scott had mentioned an afterlife some other time.

“What sorcery is this!?” Ren responded, not sounding casual in the slightest. “Why- How is there an impostor of the king in thine own throne room?”

“Impostor? Aw, I thought you liked the matching dog ears,” Bigb replied, scratching his own ears. Yep, still furry. Then, noticing the small crown on Ren's head and the throne he was sitting on, he added: “Wait, are we doing this again? Uh, my lord.”

“Well, of course I like the ears. But-” Ren paused, and tilted his head at Bigb. “Ah, I see. You are my old self. My PEASANT self! Oh, how it doth pain me to see this reminder of how I once was... BEGONE!”

“Wow,” Bigb said. “Rude.” He'd remembered Ren having a dramatic flair as king, but he was fairly certain he'd been nicer last time.

“I am the king, and I can be rude to whomever I doth wisheth! Now leave me, I must ponder!”

Well, two could play at that game. “You know what?” Bigb said. “You look stupid in that big cape.”

Ren's face dropped, and Bigb saw him shrink down into his throne. “Oh,” he said, much quieter than before. He looked utterly crushed by Bigb's remark.

Bigb stuck out his tongue at him, and turned around to leave... but Ren's sad face made him feel bad. So he turned back around and said: “I'm sorry, my lord. That was mean.”

“Yes... yes, I'm sorry as well,” Ren replied, wiping a tear out of his eye. “I should not be so rude to my own image... but I can make it up to you!”

“You can?”

“Yes! From this point onwards, I declareth thee... the royal stunt double! If ever I need a vacation from ruling, or I get a bad haircut or something, I will calleth upon you to take my place for a meeting or two.”

Bigb raised an eyebrow. “And what's in it for me?”

“Huh? You... you'll have a position in the royal court of King RentheKing! That is the greatest honor in all of Hermitcraftia!” Ren called out, spreading his arms wide.

“Right, of course, of course,” Bigb responded, then scratched his ear again. “...Are you sure I look enough like you for that though? I mean, we don't even have...” he trailed off, as he took a good look at his own arm for the first time since getting here. Why on earth was he white?

“Yes, of course, you are my splitting image! Come, stand beside me,” Ren ordered, so Bigb approached him again and stood next to his throne. Ren grabbed his chat and turned on the camera.

“Look, our faces are identical! As soon as you don some proper royal garb, no one will tell the difference.” Sure enough, the screen showed two Rens: one with a crown and cloak, and one with the floral shirt Ren wore at the start of Double Life.

“Oh. Yeah, that makes sense,” Bigb said slowly, staring at the screen. “I have no questions about this at all.”

---

Martyn felt the characteristic thud of getting dropped into a new world, and opened his eyes to see he was laying in a flat field of grass.

“Are we going again already? Surely not, it's been like thirty seconds since the last game. I didn't even hear the rules this time,” he said to himself. He got up, and immediately saw that wherever he was, it was not at the start of a Life game. Giant rectangular pillars loomed before him, and he turned around to see two huge seahorse statues. He also noticed he wasn't wearing his own clothes; instead he was wearing a dark blue dress, and his limbs were pale green and felt numb.

He was undead like Cleo, and was wearing a dress like Cleo's. “If this is some kind of punishment for being mean to my soulmate earlier, it's-”

his statement to nobody in particular was interrupted by the sound of fireworks nearby. Martyn immediately whirled around to find the source-- was someone coming at him with a firework crossbow?

It almost seemed that way when an explosion of green and yellow lights in his peripheral vision made him jump; but the person who emerged from the explosion was unarmed. They looked a bit like Skizz, but with a significantly more eccentric fashion sense. They smiled at Martyn.

“Howdy Cleo, welcome back! How was the death game?” they said in a voice that sounded nothing like Skizz's.

Oh, so that's the game we're playing, Martyn thought. It was best to stay under the radar until he'd figured out what was going on, he thought; so he decided to play along.

“Oh you know... you know how it is with death games,” he replied, talking slower than usual, hoping to mimic Cleo's voice. It seemed to work, as Cleo's friend didn't look suspicious of him.

“Not really. It's been a little while since I did one. Maybe I should ask Grian to invite me next time,” they said. “Anyway, I'm about to go mine out some nether tunnels, do you want to help?”

“No. I'm gonna go... recover for a bit,” Martyn said. The more he was alone, the longer before someone caught on to the fact he wasn't actually Cleo. It's a good think we have similar accents at least, he thought.

“Okay, see you around!” the stranger responded, then used a pull-string firework rocket and elytra to take off into the sky. Martyn watched them fly away for a few seconds, then turn around and go back towards him.

“By the way, Cleo, I have a lot of blackstone now, so if you ever need any for your builds, just tell me and I'll give you some, alright?”

“Yeah, alright. Look, can you just-” Martyn was interrupted by the sound of yet another person flying in using elytra. He turned around and saw Scar landing on the ground and walking towards him, leaning on his cane. This was someone he knew-- he wasn't sure whether that was better for him or worse.

“Howdy Scar! Did you have fun in the death game?” Cleo's friend said, while grabbing a totem of undying from their inventory. That worried Martyn; he really didn't want to end up in the middle of a fight right now.

“Hi Joe,” Scar said to them. Then he turned to Martyn: “Look, Martyn, something's gone horribly wrong, as you can probably tell-”

“Who's Mahrtyn?” Cleo's friend-- Joe, apparently-- interrupted.

“This is,” Scar responded, gesturing at Martyn. “Wait, did he not... had you not told Joe?”

Martyn didn't respond. Well, there goes that plan, he thought. Joe stared ahead for a moment, squinting, then a smile broke across their face and they turned to Martyn.

“Oh my gosh, Cle- Martyn, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you! Is it okay if I call Quinn?”

Martyn didn't know who Quinn was, but evidently Scar did. “No, Joe, that's not what I-” he started to say, before breaking down into laugher. It was a loud cackle, very un-Scar-like; and Martyn suspected he knew why.

Joe's smile faded. “...What?” they said accusingly. “Did I not understand this correctly? Also, Scar, why are you British now?”

When British Scar had recovered slightly from his laughing fit, he said: “No, Joe, listen- first of all, I'm not Scar, I'm Grian. Somehow we all got swapped into each other's bodies when coming back from Double Life. So this isn't Cleo at all, this is Martyn.”

“Oh, okay,” Joe said. Then they blinked and said to Martyn: “Wait, no, cancel that. You mean you aren't my good friend Cleo?”

Martyn sighed. “No, sorry dude.” At this point, pretending otherwise would only make things worse. Martyn held out his hand-- or rather, Cleo's hand-- to Joe. “I'm Martyn, nice to meet you.”

Joe stood still for a second, thinking, then shrugged and took it. “It's a pleasure,” he replied. “Welcome to Hermitcraft, I guess.”

(next)

#arthropod writes #double life smp #double life fic #jimmy solidarity #zedaph #bigbst4tz2 #renthedog #rentheking #martyn inthelittlewood #joe hills #the swap au

[sleepisforcowards]

‘my little dove, why do you cry?’ - Joe Liebgott

Warning- Heavy angst, character death, gore/injury, sad Leibgott, swearing, NOT PROOF READ WHATSOEVER

inspired by Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens (such a sad song oml I’m gonna cry) and youth by daughter

didn’t think it’d be this sad ngl

Numb.

That’s what Joe Liebgott was after you took your last breath…

The snow crunched under his feet as he walked, the cold nipping at his already bright red nose and fingertips as you both made your way back to your fox hole.

“Oh yeah..you’re funny, real funny” your giggles where music to his ears, causing a warm sensation through his system.

a contrast to his tone as you turned back to look at him, rifle hanging loosely in your grip.

You perked an eyebrow at him, a grin still on your face.

“Aw come on Lieb, don’t be a prude.” your choice of words earning a snort from the man which in return widened the beam on your face.

At the sight of your smile he felt his heart swell and he thought he’d never felt warmer despite the freezing temperatures.

“Besides I personally think I’m quite the comedian-”

The rest of your sentence was cut off as a large explosion at your feet throws you both back.

His ears rung as he found himself face down in the white snow, his body aching from the impact.

Blinking his eyes, he slowly pushed himself up and upon seeing a small, blurry lump surrounded by scarlet, scrambled up from the ground.

His mind was racing as he stumbled onto his knees next to you, snapping out of it as you meet his gaze.

“Your gonna be okay.. your fine,” he soothed you before whipping his head round, “MEDIC!”

He turned back to you, you where lying on your back, face smeared in blood from cuts littered across your complexion.

The worrying thing however, was the several patches of blood seeping through your ODs and more noticeable your right leg or rather what was left of it.

“ , Look at me, N/n. You’re gonna be fine okay?” He whipped around again, “MEDIC! ..for fucks sake.. DOC!”

You looked at him in confusion, eyes glazed over as you looked around “wh-who needs a medic Lieb? I- I need to get up…”

“Hey, hey..” he soothed you as you attempted to get up.

“Why are you looking at me like that.” Joes chest tightened as you looked down and realisation hit you, just as Eugene Roe rushed over to you two.

“Hey y/n. I need you to stay calm for me okay?” Roe rummaged through his medic satchel but Joe paid no mind, just continued to look at you.

“Keep looking at me okay y/n? Don’t look down there” he attempted to soothe your panicked state.

Your head shot up to him, “I got no leg Lieb.. it- it’s gone”

“Shh it’s okay n/n, you’ll be fine.. I promise”

You nodded slowly at him, fear clouding your vision as you gripped onto him, “promise?”

“Course n/n.. you’ve still gotta meet my sisters remember?” A forced smile made its way onto his face, as he looked down at you. Your eyes where doe-like, looking widely up at him. Your body continued to shake and whither as gene worked on your leg and stabbed morphine into the opposite one.

“Im scared Joe..” your usually energetic voice sounded small now, broken.

“fuck y/n… you’re gonna be alright okay?” His teeth gritted together and tears welled up in his vision.

Joe barely registered the quickly approaching footsteps of Lipton as he crouched down on the other side of your head.

“How are we doing, L/n?”

He watched as you turned to Lip, your gaze faltering, “h-hanging in there sarge” .

Lip then turned to Roe, who met his gaze with a small shake of his head as he continued to attempt to stop the bleeding, clearly growing frustrated.

Joe looked between the two with narrowed eyes, “fucking help her doc!” only scoffing when gene chose to ignore him.

You tugging on the front of his coat brought his gaze back to you. You’d gone paler, jaw clenched in obvious pain and tears welled up in your eyes, seconds away from spilling.

“It’s okay Leib..it’s okay..” you whispered the words to him, voice raspy as you smiled sadly.

The tears spilled then, running down his cheeks as his head shook, “No no no.. don’t say that y/n, don’t you fucking dare”

“Shut your trap and listen to me for once you f-fucking dick” you managed out, successfully silencing him.

“I- I love you okay.. so much”

He shook his head, “don’t.. for fuck-.. please n/n”

“I- I” your stopped, eyes drooping slowly as your grip on his uniform loosened.

Joe stared at your lifeless body, “no. No.. NO NO” he gripped your face in his hands, searching hopelessly for any signs of life, ignoring the pitiful look from Lip behind him.

The realisation washed over him as he realised he never said it back.. he hoped you knew. Hoped that in your last moments you felt his love for you, felt comfort. He knew that wasn’t true though. You had breathed your last breath curled into yourself in the snow, bathed in blood and dirt and withering in pain.

He should’ve said it. He should’ve told you how much you meant to him, how he wouldn’t have survived this far without you by his side. But he didn’t, and now you where dead, believing that your love was unrequited, unwanted.

Joe doubted he’d ever forgive himself for that.

A/n-

Darker than I thought it’d be but oh well

#band of brothers imagine #band of brothers #oneshots #imagines #fanfic #drabbles #angst #angst with a sad ending #joe liebgott #joe liebgott imagine #band of brothers x reader

[growingingreenwood]

Hey Mama, are you doing okay????? In class today we were looking at polar vortex in North America rn and one of the places my teacher talked about was the province i think you live in (you're Canadian, right???) and he said it was like -40 Degrees Celsius there!!!!! I don't even know how to comprehend those temperatures!!!! Like, are you still alive out there???

Hello my sweet summer child! <3 You're right, I am Canadian! And im not going to lie to you, its been rough out here. And more importantly, its been CONSISENTLY COLDER THAN THE SURFACE OF MARS HERE.

My area of the province has set several temperature records in the past few days:

January 14, 2024: New record of -45.1, Old record of -41.6 set in 2020

January 13, 2024: New record of -45.3, Old record of -41.7 set in 1972

January 12, 2024: New record of -45.9, Old record of -39.4 set in 1969

This doesn't account for the Windchill factor which effectively made the temperatures closer to -55 degrees or colder. To put it into context the only way I can think to, According to Environment Canada at:

-28 to -39 degrees Celsius exposed skin can freeze in 10-30 minutes.

-40 to -47 degrees Celsius exposed skin can freeze in 5-10 minutes.

-48 to -54 degrees Celsius exposed skin can freeze in 2-5 minutes.

Literally not a single car in my family's worked, no matter what we did. This is including extended family, so like, 13 cars. Its just too damn cold for them. Hospitals were literally wrapping their ambulances with heated blankets in between calls so that the entire engine wouldn't freeze. In their heated garage.

Its about an eight day wait for any kind of towing or boosting services. From any provider.

We out here, we cant see anything through the ice fog because the air itself is frozen, but we out here.

Also, I feel like this is the perfect opportunity to give the rest of you much farther south than me tips for surviving other wandering polar vortex's in the future, because at least we're prepared up here:

YOU NEED SURVIVAL EQUPMENT IN YOUR CAR!!! I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH!!!! I'm talking heavy duty gloves, hats, socks, blankets, those heat reflective thermal blankets. If possible, have enough for at least two people but if you're a family ensure there's clothes for every member of your family. I also highly recommend that you get hand and feet warmers to put into your boots and gloves to prevent frostbite

Here is a good checklist to keep, and is very similar to what I have in my car:

https://todayshomeowner.com/weather/guides/winter-survival-kit-for-your-vehicle/

On that note, dressing for seriously cold weather is no fucking joke either, okay? There's an art to it, and that art is L A Y E R S . More layers than you think you need, and then one more. If you can bend your arms or legs without struggling at least a little bit, put another sweater on, underneath your windproof thick outer layer. And another pair of socks. Never leave the house without a hat and your ears covered.

Here's a good guide, which includes the warning signs, symptoms, and suggested actions for each stage of frostbite and hypothermia. Which, in case you didn't know happen in three stages of severity similar to burns but on the opposite side of the temperature scale.

Sorry to turn this into a Winter Weather Safety PSA but I genuinely cannot stress enough how important it is to be prepared in extreme cold. And please, for the love of everything good on this earth, do not and do not let your friends or anyone else walk anywhere when they've been drinking. Do. Not.

Every year in my city at LEAST several collage kids freeze to death because "their place isn't that far" "I have a good jacket." "Ive done it before."

People have frozen to death outside bars because they fell in a snowbank and were too drunk to get out and nobody saw them, because they tried to walk home.

Anyways, stay safe (and warm) out there everyone!!!!

#answered asks #haleigh speaks #not tolkien #but very important!!!!! #winter safety #winter safety tips #extreme cold #I'm from northern Canada okay i know what I'm talking about #polar vortex

[guiltypleasurefandomface]

The crossovee that's not really happening

Jimmy: Do any of you want tae explain why yous were trespassing on McTavish's land in the middle of the night dressed like 3 hippies and a druid

Freddie: 🤯 Excuse you, these are our meticulously chosen-

Brian: We were stargazing. Im very sorry,we didn't realise it was on private land but we meant no harm

Roger: He had his telescope out what else could we have possibly been doing!?

Freddie: It was the perfect night for it, inspector. Brian here was going to tell us about constellations he only learnt about specifically for this trip

Brian: I did already know about them, for the record. I've just never been this far up to see them properly.

Jimmy: Right. What about you, Son? You got anything to add?

John: I think I can fix your flickering light bulb if you have any screw drivers I could borrow

Jimmy: er... That's alright thanks, we have people for that. Right I'm lettings yous off with a caution. Go back to your hotel, and if you're caught anywhere else you should nae be I won't be so leniant.

*They pile out and get their stuff in plastic bags on their way out*

Jimmy: and if ye haven't got warmer clothing please go and buy some before you freeze to death around here. I don't need anymore paperwork on my desk.

#When Queen go to Shetland

[daisys-gard3n]

Candy lore for king ice cream please? Is Bruno candy too? What is he?

Bruno is a sicilian fig cookie (Buccellati...bc im creative)

King Soft Serve is no one other than Joseph Joestar!

When he was younger, Joseph wanted nothing to do with any sort of politics. He was a carefree ice cream, why would he want to be on the throne when he didn't want to? The most he cared about was having fun and his granny Erina, who was french vanilla ice cream. He could ice skate and go get all the popsicles he wanted. Due to some unfortunate circumstances, he had to defend soft serve lake from the heat candies - aka the pillarmen. Joseph had other companions, but he had to witness his friend be crumbled by one of these 'heat candies'. He doesn't like to talk much about this torrone friend, he'll simply brush off the topic or go silent - he hasn't faced this topic in years, still mourning his death. There was a point where Joseph could have melted, but miraculously he survived. There wasn't anyone who could defend the soft serve lake like Joseph could so he decided to finally campaign for the throne, to which he won by a landslide. Joseph is rather sturdy and can handle heat thanks to resistance training, courtesy of Lisa Lisa, so he was able to go out and about and met the current Queen Soft Serve, Suzi Q. They were such a happy couple and even gave birth to a cute little peach sherbet named Holly - who could go on to marry dango and make shiruko named Jotaro.

But uh...Sometimes King Soft Serve travels out of Soft Serve lake for 'international business' and made the unfortunate decision to have a one-night stand with a mochi named Tomoko while drunk of maple syrup. Which made his other son, a chocolate daifuku ice cream named Josuke - who was actually declared to be the next heir of the throne.

Now here's a question...Can he become infatuated with you? The answer is yes, he can. Depending on what era you opened the box to the game, it can happen in his young form or his older form. Originally greeting you with a friendly smile and warm aura like he usually does with newcomers, but the more you spend time around him the more he becomes attached to you...But why do you want to leave? He's seen the horrors outside of Soft Serve Lake, you poor thing must have experienced a lot while travelling here. Especially if you express your desire to go to the next area, the chocolate swamps. Joseph's heart would drop - everyone knows that the swamps were a dangerous place. He knew all too well that candy people walk in and never come out. This fear would increase in him when you express your desire to seek and audience with King Candy - the one motherfucker in this entire land was more corrupt than any evil soul combined. You were going to get eaten alive over there...Maybe reconsider? You have everything you need here in his kingdom and he'll get you whatever you need.

And this obsession grows more when he realizes you were different from candy people - you could get hurt so easily, making such dark bruises on your legs or even break something that couldn't be melted back together...Or how you'd get sick with each meal, your stomach unable to handle all the access sugar in your veins as you bled such a dark color of blood. It didn't smell like cherries or raspberries, it smelled so tart and stung his nose...Joseph knew that you would be considered a commodity, especially to the underground marketers from the licorice forest. No...No, Joseph needed to keep you safe. He didn't want to see you crumble or shatter.

Keeping you in this freezing cell was the only way to keep you safe. Not understanding that you were warmer than he was as you nearly froze to death. Only to get pulled out by Queen Soft Serve to save you last minute.

Now, if Suzi gets equally as obsessed with you, that's another story-

#au: love cavities #brownie batter ice cream joseph #yandere

[weelittleweasley]

safe and sound (f.w.)

prompt: after getting caught in the rain and chased by death eater, you stumble upon a house and look for a safe haven inside. little did you know who would be waiting for you in that house.

pairings: fred weasley x fem! reader

warnings: running away, mentions of death, mentions of war, language, anxiety, sexual tension (of course), food, some classic longing stares, don’t worry it’s a fluffy ending 

word count: 9.7k (its so long im sorry)

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The engine of your car roared as rain slapped against the windshield, your chest heaving with fear, constantly checking your rear view mirror, pressing down on the gas as hard as you could. You whispered tiny prayers, hoping that you were going fast enough to outrun whoever was chasing you. Looking at the speedometer, you see that it slowly climbs to 85 miles an hour, then 90, then 95 as you search the dirt roads ahead of you for a clearing or any sign of life. “Please, please, please, please,” you whisper to yourself as you continue to speed through the English countryside, thunder rumbling behind you as the speedometer climbs and climbs. 

With each flash of lightning you jump a little in your own skin, mistaking it for the flash from someone’s wand, casting a hex on you. But you remind yourself that you must be miles and miles away from them and that you were safe. For now at least.

You continue to scan your surroundings, not recognizing where you were, the rain blurring your view outside. Regardless, you continue to drive, straight down the road, until you reached some place that looked like it had life. 

But your car had other plans. As you slammed your foot on the gas, there was a screeching sounds, and then a rumbling boom, before smoke started to appear from the front of the car. “Oh, come on! Not now!” you yell out in frustration, pushing your foot on the gas harder, hoping that the action would keep the car going. But much to your dismay, the car came to a simmering halt as you threw your head back with a groan. With the little life it had left, you pulled the car to the side of the road and put it in park, even though that would change a thing. The car was dead.

You ran your fingers through your hair, trying to think of something. You were stranded in the middle of nowhere, with just your wand, a small bag of your belongings, and dead car with half a tank of petrol. “Fuck,” you curse slamming your hands down on the wheel. 

Through the rain, you try to scan your surroundings again. The nearest town was still some ways away and you had no way of contacting anyone. Your best bet was to wait out here in the car until morning when the rain would hopefully stop and you could walk to the nearest town and get some help. “Bloody brilliant,” you huff, zipping up your jumper, folding your arms. 

As you lean in the driver’s seat, you try not to focus on the events that had precipitated previously; the thought was far too terrifying for you. Instead, you focused on the raindrops that streamed down your car window, as you pit one raindrop against another, making them race down the glass. 

But as you watch the raindrops fall, through the rain, in the distance, you can almost make out a small building. A house. Through the brush and the trees was a small home, the windows illuminated meaning there was a sign of life. “Thank Merlin,” you whisper to yourself as you unbuckle your seatbelt. 

You flip up your hood, trying to protect yourself from the rain, but to no avail. When you step outside of the car door, you are saturated in an instant, the cold and unforgiving rain soaking your jeans and jumper, dampening your hair through your hood. “Shit,” you huff as you start to take up a light jog, hoping and praying that the company in the small house was welcoming.

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“I need another bucket!” Ron calls out as he stands under another leak in the Burrow, holding a small mug up to catch the dripping water. Ginny runs to the kitchen and grabs another bucket under the sink before handing it off to Ron. He places it on the floor before scurrying off the previous leaks that seem to appear throughout the Burrow. “Gin, can you take care of the leak on the second floor?” Ron calls out to which Ginny replies an On it! before scurrying up the stairs.

Molly Weasley is scrambling throughout the house before plucking her band from her dressing robe, “Reparo!” she casts as the roof seems to mend itself. She casts it a few more times around the house with a frustrated sigh each time. “That should hold us over for a while now. But keep the buckets there in case the leak starts again,” she tells Ron with a kiss on the forehead. 

“The attic seems to be fine!” George calls from the top of the stairs. “No water damage and no leaks inside. Can’t speak for the rest of the place,” he shrugs as he descends the stairs, Fred following not too far behind. 

Molly sighs, “Well, that’s the best we can ask for right now. One of you go help your father in the shed. He says there’s a tarp in there that we can lay out in case the storm gets worse.” With a curt nod, Percy starts outside to help Arthur out in the shed. The rest of the Weasleys flop on the couch with a huff. 

Storms like this always brought more bad than good. It did wonders for Molly’s garden, but as for the infrastructure of their house not so much. The Burrow was old and needed some renovations, but money was tight. Instead, simple fixes here and there did the trick during stormy weather. 

Ginny helps her mother light more candles around the house before heading over to the fireplace to get a fire going to warm the house. Ron shivers a little before running up to his room to grab a jumper to keep him warm. Fred looks over at George, mischief in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. George looks at his brother before picking up on his wave length. A stormy day always made for the most interesting quidditch matches. 

The twins rise from the couch, grabbing their coats before Molly interrupts, “And where do you two think you’re off to?”

Fred, without looking at his mother, speaks, “The weather is perfect for a quidditch match. Great practice. Reckon you’ll join, Gin?” Fred asks the youngest Weasley as she looks at him with excited eyes.

“None of you lot with be playing quidditch in this weather!” Molly exclaims with a firm tone and folded arms. Ginny looks at her mother with pleading eyes to which she brushes off. “The weather is wicked outside!”

George laughs, “Yeah, wicked for playing quidditch.” Fred joins in on the laughter, offering his twin a high five with his accepts.

“If you two disobey me, you’ll be in a wicked amount of trouble. Now put your coats down and help me start the fire. Fred, go fetch the old newspaper. George, get the wood from upstairs. We need to warm this place up before we all freeze to death,” she huffs as George and Fred reluctantly take off their coats with a groan. Yet they still obey their mother. 

George looks over to his twin, “You shouldn’t have told her we were playing quidditch. You should have made up something.”

Fred scoffs, “And said what? We’re replanting the peonies?” George rolls his eyes. “That’s what I thought. Now go get the fire wood like you’re told,” he teases his twin, earning him a slap upside the head. “Wanker.”

George disappears upstairs as Fred goes into the kitchen and grabs the old newspapers from the dining room table. Page by page he rips them into small pieces, crumpling them up, creating a fire starter. 

Suddenly, a great rumble of thunder comes from outside, startling the house Weasley family. They all quickly laugh it off with a shake of their heads. The storms were brutal in the summer months. But there it was again, another sound. But not quite thunder.

“Was that thunder?” Ron asks, crouched down by the fire place, helping George throw in the logs. 

Fred shakes his head. “No,” he listens closely again before it sounds again. Four bangs on the front door. Fred looks to his brothers and sister and speaks, “I thought Harry and Hermione were coming next week?”

“They are,” Ron answers with a puzzled look on his face.

Again, four more bangs on the front door, but now followed by a, “Is anyone home?”

Everyone’s eyes are wide with confusion. They expected no visitors, especially during a storm. But this only peaked their interest as to who was at the Burrow’s door at this time of night during a summer storm. Without much hesitation, Fred walks to the front door and swings it open.

In front, there you were. Body and clothes completely soaked with rain, shivering from the cold, lips purple and teeth chattering as you clung onto your thing jumper. Your hair was matted down with rain as droplets cascaded down your face as you looked at the tall, ginger haired boy in front of you. If you weren’t freezing your ass off, you would have stared at the handsome boy longer. But too consumed with the cold, you speak, “I need h-help.” Your words are shaky from your clattering teeth.

Fred looks at you, completely enthralled with the being in front of him. How could someone look so divine when drenched in rain water? Your lips were pressed together and shivered in your lavender jumper that matched the color of your lips. Small droplets of water fell from your hair and onto your feet as you sniffled. The sight was oddly charming. He snapped out of his thoughts and called out, “Mum!! We’ve got company!!” With a small smile, he opened the door further and welcomed you into the house as you sighed. “Come on then.”

You let out a breathy “thank you” as you entered the house, which wasn’t much warmer than outside, but it was better than being in the freezing rain. You stand in the middle of the house, a shivering, wet mess as you feel all eyes on you. Fred instructs Ron to get the fire started as he looks over to you, “How long have you been in the rain?”

“Uh, not long. I was in my car and then it broke down and I saw your house, so I ran over. Maybe ten minutes,” you shrug as the house slowly descends into madness, trying to help you out.

“Ten minutes too long,” Fred huffs with a smile before looking over at his mother. “She’s been walking in the rain. She needs to get warm,” Fred tells Molly whose face is painted with worry even though she didn’t know who you were. 

Molly rushes over to you and places her hands on your shoulders. “Oh, my dear! You’re frigid! Fred, start a kettle of tea! George, grab the quits from your room! Ron, is that fire ready?” she starts tossing orders out as her children comply, darting in all different directions. Molly guides you towards the living room where the fire was, placing you directly in front. “You poor thing. Where are you coming from?” she asks, rubbing your arms. “Here, give me that saturated jumper. Ginny, go fetch one of your jumpers to give...what’s your name, dear?”

You smile at the sweet woman and speak, “(Y/N).”

Molly smiles, “(Y/N). Go fetch (Y/N) a jumper.” Ginny darts off to her room as you sit in front of the fire, the heat already radiating making you feel much better. “My name is Molly, dear. That’s Ginny who ran off, this is Ron, and in the kitchen are Fred and George. My husband, Arthur, and other son, Percy, are in the shed, but they should be in in any minute.”

You furrow your brows as you look at Molly and then around at your surroundings at the people around you. Red hair. Small house. Molly. Arthur. Many siblings. They must be the-

“(Y/N)?” a voice calls from the other room in the door frame.

You look over and there Percy stands, a familiar face with matted curly red hair, wet from the rain. “Percy! Hi!” you smile as Percy walks over to you with a small smile before giving you a light hug. 

He laughs, “What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be with Alyssa for the weekend?” 

From behind you a voice speaks, “Wait, I’m confused. How do you two know each other?” Ron looks between you and Percy confused as to how you recognized each other.

Percy speaks for you, “(Y/N)’s family works in the ministry. (Y/N) works as one of the assistants. Her father has high rankings with the ministry.” You smile up at Percy. It was true. Your family was heavily involved with the ministry, specifically with the regulation and control of magical creatures. That’s why you never really ended up going to school. You were guaranteed a job when you were born. Sometimes being at the ministry 24/7 was boring, but when you met Percy, it was a change of pace. Someone close in age to you and a new face to talk to. The two of you became fast friends. “We’ve been co-workers for sometime now.”

You look up at Percy and sigh, “I was with Alyssa. But, um,” you gulp, heart racing at the memory. “Something happened.” Percy gives you an inquisitive look as you look around you, now all of the Weasley’s eyes interested in what you had to say. So much for some privacy. “Alyssa’s father...he...got himself mixed with some of the wrong people...” you trail off as Percy sighs. “Lucius Malfoy decided to pay us a visit and...he killed him. Alyssa and I and her mother and sisters made it out in time, but we got separated. She just yelled at me to drive and...” you start becoming overwhelmed with the images of what had happened and tears start trailing down your face as a small sob escapes your lips as you quickly cover it.

Percy places a hand on your shoulder and rubs your back with a sad smile. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers as you pull yourself together with a deep breath. “You’re safe here. I promise that. Mum will take good care of you. We all will,” Percy gives you a small smile and for some reason, that makes you feel relaxed. Looking around at the people in the room, you feel comforted and safe. Something you needed after today. 

Coming back was Ginny with a fresh jumper. She gave you a good look and said, “You know what? Just come up to my room actually. You can wear some of my clothes and get out of those wet ones, yeah?” she offers you a kind smile and her hand as you gladly accept, following her up to her room.

As you disappear up the stairs, Fred watches you with a small smile on his lips. Molly and Arthur occupy themselves with talk about where you would sleep for the night and how they would reconfigure sleeping arrangements. George and Ron start fighting about how the fire isn’t big enough. But Fred just can’t stop watching you go up and up and up the stairs.

He clears his throat and then speaks, “Perc...hey.” Percy walks over to his brother. “This (Y/N) girl...she didn’t go to Hogwarts...did she?” he asks.

Percy shakes his head, “No. She’s been studying under her father since she was born practically. She’s a great person. Really funny, really smart, and damn good at her job,” he explains to Fred, who clings onto every last word. Fred didn’t know what it was, but there was something about you that just drew him in. And he wanted to know every thing there was to know about you. Percy quickly recognizes the look in his brother’s eyes and says, “Don’t get any ideas, Fred. Come on, she’s my friend.”

Fred shrugs, “So. Does she have a partner?” Percy sighs. “Great. So she’s available,” he wiggles his eyebrows as Percy slaps his arm. “I’m not gonna make a move on her, Percy! Godric...not yet at least.” But before Percy can slap him again, Fred is running away in the other room to join his twin and younger brother on the floor.

Practically jumping on George, Fred smothers his brother as George groans, “Would you get off of me, git?” Fred laughs before taking a seat next to him. “What’s got you so excited?” George looks at his twin before instantly realizing the change in his mood. “Good Godric, really? You fancy the girl? Merlin, Fred, she just got here and she’s clearly in distress over what she saw today!” George whisper yells at Fred who is too happy to care about what his brother scolds him over. 

He simply speaks, “I don’t plan on jumping on the girl tonight, George. I just am looking to get to know her better.”

“Before you jump on her,” Ron speaks, making George laugh as Fred slaps his younger brother upside the head.

“Hey! Who said I was doing to do any of that!” he defends himself. “I think she’s beautiful. I don’t know. There’s something about her that I...just can’t put my finger on. I don’t know. I just wanna get to know her better. Alright? Can you live with that?” Fred speaks to his brothers as they look at each other knowingly. 

But before Fred can defend himself further, you are back in the room, changed into fresh clothes from Ginny. You pull the jumper down more, covering your midriff as you sit back down on the floor in front of the fire with Ginny, you and her making light conversation. And the while, Fred steals little glances here and there. 

“So, you didn’t go to Hogwarts, but you learned under your father?” Ginny asks as you nod happily.

There was a part of you that felt like you really missed out on an experience. Not attending Hogwarts was a choice that your parents made without your input and you wished every day that you had spoken up and told them that you wanted to go. But instead, they argued that learning directly under your father would be a better education and whatever you didn’t learn, you could easily pick up with some help from your father, your mother, or any of their friends in the ministry. Other than that, you had a relatively happy childhood, working with magical creatures daily, running around the different departments with other children you could find. Life was good, until trouble started to appear in spurts.

You reply, “Yeah. When he steps down from his position, I’ll be there to take it over. It’s what I’ve been working towards my whole life.” When you spoke the sentence, it stung. It wasn’t like you had a choice. Your future was set out for you since the day you were born. 

Ginny smiles, “That’s really cool though. You don’t need to work about OWLs or NEWTs or any exams. Sounds pretty sweet.” You give her a weak laugh. Pretty sweet. 

Molly comes back in the room, a small cup of tea in her hands. “Black tea, cream, no sugar,” she coos. “Percy told me how you take it,” she winks as you smile and thank her graciously. “I’m glad to see that you’re in warm clothes now. For tonight, and I hope you don’t mind, you’ll spend the night in Fred and George’s room. George will spend the night in Ron’s room and Fred will sleep on the couch down here, so you’ll have some privacy,” Molly speaks with a smile.

You look around the room, “Oh! I can take the couch! Really! I don’t want to kick anyone out of their room!” you tell the group as they all give you small smiles.

“Nonsense!” Molly smiles. “A guest deserves to sleep on a proper bed. Besides this is just for tonight. Tomorrow morning, Arthur and Percy will get the extra mattress from the attic and bring it down into Ginny’s room.” You shake your head and profusely thank the twins for giving up their room and the both of them just smile while Fred drops his left eye into a wink, making your heart flutter in your chest. “You can stay here as long as you need, dear. We can find someone to come in and fix your car.”

But before you can protest, Fred speaks up, “Actually, no need to call someone, Mum. George and I fixed the flying Ford Anglia, I’m sure we can fix some muggle car.”

“What the bloody hell are you on about, we ne-”

Fred nudges George in the stomach, making him double over with an oof, as Fred smiles and continues, “We’ll have it repaired in no time.”

You look over at Fred with curious eyes and a small smile. There was something about him that just was so magnetic. His brown eyes, tufts of messy red hair, loose t-shirt that clung onto his arm muscles that flexed so gently underneath the green fabric. Just his smile was enough to have you captivated for eons. “Thanks,” you simply state with a smile and he nods. “Um,” you break away from his gaze. “I’ll, uh, get ready for bed then, I guess. It’s quite late.”

You rise from the floor and scurry up the stares, feeling eyes on you, and for some reason, you hoped that Fred was one of them.

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It was two in the morning and the whole house was dead asleep. Except for you. Each time you closed your eyes, you felt the feelings and panic from hours before. Your heart thumped in your chest as you toss and turned in your sleep, an unsettled feeling wrestling in your stomach. 

Giving up, you sit straight up and huff, hearing the clock tick insistently on the wall, mocking you. You roll your eyes and swing your legs over the unfamiliar bed and rub your face. Standing up from the bed, you start to slug over to the door and down the stairs, trying to see if maybe a change of scenery would do you some good. 

When you walk down the stairs, you are careful to be quiet, not to wake up Fred. But lucky for you, he was wide awake, sitting on the floor in front of the fire place that was mere glowing embers. Fred turns and looks at you, a small smile dancing on his lips when he sees you. “Didn’t think you would be up,” you smile at him before taking a seat next to him on the floor, him scooting over so you could enjoy the residual warmth from the fire. 

Fred shrugs, “Couch isn’t super comfortable. The springs are digging into my back.”

You give him a sorry smile. “I’m sorry that I took your room for the night. I told you that I don’t mind sleeping on the couch. Not too late to take me up on my offer...” you give him a joking nudge, earning a light chuckle from one half of the Weasley twins.

“Very kind of you, but you take the room. I don’t mind sharing. Especially if it’s with a pretty girl,” he flirts as you feet heat rise to your cheeks, turning away from him so he couldn’t see your small smile. But Fred knows and that’s only earned him a proud feeling in his chest. “So,” he starts. “You’re friends with my dork brother, eh?” 

You lightly laugh, “He’s not a dork. Percy has been a really great friend. I really don’t know what I would do without him.” Fred gives you a small smile. “Truly. He’s really been my best mate.”

Fred wiggles his brows, teasing you. “Best mates, eh?” He bumps his shoulder into you as you giggle and roll your eyes. 

“Percy and I are just friends, come on,” you give him a playful shove. Fred smiles and shakes his head as you feel suddenly confident, a flirtatious comment falling off of your lips. “If we were, do you think I’d be down here talking to his cute brother?”

The comment makes Fred look at you, at first with wide eyes which eventually fades into a little smirk with ruby red cheeks. He chuckles, “Touché.” 

You and Fred sit next to the fire and continue to make conversation, talking about you, your life back home, and Fred and the joke shoppe. The more you talk to him the more you realize how easily conversation flowed between the two of you. Talking with Fred was like breathing; you didn’t need to think about it, it just happened so effortlessly. He made you laugh until you clutched your sides, doubled over in pain, which made his heart swell. Your laugh sounding like a beautiful melody of a familiar tune, something he could never grow tired of hearing.

“The shoppe really is a dream come true,” Fred smiles to himself as he watches the fire dwindle down. “It’s what George and I have always wanted our whole lives.” Watching Fred talk about the joke shoppe and seeing all the joy and passion behind his eyes was like watching fireworks. Captivating. The way he spoke about running his own business with his best mate and brother made a smile creep its way onto your face. “I can only imagine it’s the same way you feel about taking over your father’s position,” Fred looks to you with a hopeful smile as you gulp thickly.

You shrug, “Yeah. You can say that.” You wished you sounded more enthusiastic, but truth of the matter was you had no passion behind what you did. Sure, growing up you dreamed of taking over your father’s position and becoming head of the department. But as you grew up, you took up other interests and hobbies that outgrew your love of magical creatures. 

Fred instantly noticed your change in tone and twisted his eyebrows together. “That’s not a very convincing answer,” he laughs as you lightly chuckle. “You don’t want to take over his position?”

With a sigh, you rub your hands over your face. “I do, but...I don’t?” you look at him, wrapping your arms around your knees, bringing them close to your chest. You turn towards Fred and start, “I mean, my whole future was planned out for me when I was born. First born takes over the position. I’m first born so everything has been etched in stone for me. I love my family and what they do and I’ve always been passionate about it...but somethings missing, you know? As I grew up, I took different interests and now...I don’t know if I want to be in that position. I don’t want to be a part of the ministry anymore.” The confession was a lot to dump onto Fred, but for some reason you felt like he would understand. That he would listen to you. “I’m sorry that was a lot to unload.”

“Don’t apologize,” Fred smiles at you, placing a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it gently, making your heart race at the simple touch. Fred turns to face you, knees brushing against each other as you nibble on the inside of your cheek. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what do you want to do with your life?”

A small smile appears on your face. “I want to own a book shoppe. I know it sounds dorky, but I want to own my own book store with every book in the world. Fantasy, mythology, history, science, maths, everything under the sun. I want people to come in and read and sit and learn new things,” you light up at the thought of having a place to call your own. “I regret every day not getting the ‘real school’ experience, but in a weird way, I think owning a book store would make up for it?” you lightly laugh as Fred stares at you with a dreamy smile on his face.

The way you spoke about books and people and learning was unlike anything he had ever seen. You completely lit up like a Christmas tree and Fred was smitten. “You want to know my opinion?” Fred asks as you nod. “I think...you should leave the ministry and open up your own bookstore,” he tells you as you lightly laugh. “I’m serious. You don’t have half the passion for the ministry like you do for the bookstore. This is your dream. You should follow it.”

“Okay, but opening a bookstore requires money and investors and actually getting books. I don’t have nearly enough,” you sigh as a mischievous smile appears on Fred’s face. “Uh oh. I don’t like that smile.”

Fred laughs, “It’s a good smile, don’t worry. What if...George and I were your first investors. I mean, the joke shoppe is booming and we have the money to invest in a small business.”

You start shaking your head. He was being overly generous for someone you just met today. “Oh, Fred, I couldn’t ask you to do that. That’s you and George’s money and-”

“And I want to use it where I see fit. And I think your business proposal is very promising,” Fred tells you with a small smirk as you sigh, heart fluttering at the way his face is illuminated by the embers of the fire place. “Sleep on it. I don’t need an answer right now. But you should think about it, (Y/N).”

You smile softly, playing with the cuffs of Ginny’s maroon jumper, heart thumping your chest. Slowly, you look up at Fred and his eyes are glued on yours, a soft smile on his pink lips. The two of you don’t say a word, just sat there, looking at one another, taking each other in as the fire crackles, the faint smell of burnt wood filling your senses. In this moment, Fred looked like someone you had known your whole life. Like you were supposed to be here, looking at him right now. You can feel his knee brush against you again, making the hairs on your arms stand up, goosebumps erupting along your skin as you inhale sharply. 

Clearing your throat, you start to stand up. “I should probably get back to bed,” you interrupt the moment as Fred follows suit.

“Yeah, uh, you’re right. I gotta get up early anyway to start fixing your car,” Fred scratches the back of his neck as you make your way back to the stairs. “Goodnight, (Y/N). Sweet dreams.”

You stop on the third step and smile shyly at Fred. “Goodnight, Fred. Sweet dreams,” you repeat before walking up the stairs, a bright grin etched on your face.

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Two days have past since you arrived at the Weasleys. Morning comes quickly, day light streaming in through the window as you wake with a large stretch. You rub your eyes and look at the clock on the wall, the hands pointing to 10:13am. You had slept in later than expected, but maybe that’s what you needed. Slowly, you peel yourself from the bed and make your way downstairs, the hustle and bustle of the Weasley house in full swing. Ginny, Percy, and Ron are at the table, eating toast and eggs. “Look who decided to join the land of the living,” Percy teases as you smile with a groggy hey. “You hungry? Mum made enough eggs and toast to feed every fifth year at Hogwarts,” Percy laughs as you take a seat next to him, accepting a full plate of eggs, buttered toast, and a cup of tea the way you like it.

“Thank you, Molly,” you smile at the woman who places dirty dishes and pans in the sink as the magically begin to wash themselves.

She sends you a sweet smile and a wink, “Don’t mention it, dearest. Eat up. If you’re still hungry, there’s plenty more in the fridge.” 

As you start to eat, Ginny and Ron start to talk about the plans for the day, talking of maybe playing a quidditch match in the yard, Ginny entertains the idea of taking a trip to Diagon Alley, Ron going back and forth if he should visit Hermione or not. Percy just states he’ll be doing work from his room as you roll your eyes, nudging him lightly at how studious he was. You scan the table and the living room to see no Fred or George. They couldn’t be sleeping still, Fred wasn’t on the couch and Ron’s room was empty when you passed it. “Where are the twins?” you ask Percy as you bite into your toast.

“Outside fixing your car. Fred’s been working on it since Mum woke up. And she gets up early,” Percy emphasizes as you laugh. “George should be out there too or he’s in the shed looking for spare parts,” Percy sips his black coffee.

You nod and finish munching on your toast and eggs before rising from the table, placing your dish in the sink, and making your way outside to see what was going on. 

As you step outside, the warm sun engulfs you as you realize just how hot it was. Not the weather for Ginny’s heavy jumper that you slept in. But before you can complain about the heat, your eyes stumble on a sight that made you feel weak in the knees. 

You gulp thickly as you mouth run dry as the desert. Fred is leaning over the hood of your car, arms flexed as he tightens knobs on the engine, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Surrendering to the August heat, Fred pulls his shirt over his head to reveal his toned back muscles that glisten with summer sweat. He runs his grease covered hands through his hair, sweeping it back, his biceps flexing before he returns to his position covering over the car, grunting as he uses his strength to tighten and fix the bolts. His pants hang low on his waist as the tops of his boxers peak out from the material, making you inhale deeply. It felt so wrong to look at him, but you couldn’t pull your eyes away from the toned man in front of you. 

Finally snapping yourself out of your trance, you clear your throat, making your presence known. Fred turns towards you and a smile immediately forms on his lips. “Working hard or hardly working,” you tease him as you walk towards the car, leaning against him as Fred chuckles.

“Well, I’ve been up since six in the morning trying to fix this thing with no avail. So maybe the latter is more fitting,” he jokes as you smile. “How did you sleep last night?”

“Just fine,” you shrug before saying, “Um, thanks for staying up and talking with me for a bit the other night. It was nice.”

Fred smiles and folds his arms across his chest, your eyes darting down quickly to watch how his strong arms flexed over his toned chest, making you stomach do a flip. “Yeah, of course. You make great company,” he winks at you as you can’t help but giggle at his flirtatious remark. “Anyway, have you thought about my proposal?” he ask, raising his eyebrows and leaning over the hood of the car, closer to you as your heart stops at how close he was to you in this moment, mind drawing blank as your eyes scan over his naked top half. Fred notices your stare and he smirks, “Cat got your tongue, darling?” he coos.

But before you can speak, a voice interrupts, “Fred, would you quite harassing the guest?” You turn around to see George making his way back with a tool box and a wrench that he tosses to Fred who catches it with ease. “Morning, (Y/N),” George beams as you smile at him. “If my brother will stop flirting with you, hopefully we’ll get the car fixed by tonight.”

You chuckle as Fred rolls his eyes, continuing to work on the engine as you pry yourself from the car. “I appreciate it a lot. Taking the time out of your day to fix the car,” you tell the twins as they both smile and say it was no problem. “I’ll, uh, I’ll catch up with you two later,” you walk backwards back to the house before leaving the twins alone to fix the car as a smile lingers on your lips.

Fred watches you walk away, disappearing back into the house, his mind fixating on the way you looked in that jumper and sleep shorts, going to places where he shouldn’t really be thinking about. George punches Fred’s arm and snaps him out of his daydream. “Are you kidding, mate?” George laughs. “Come on.”

Fred groans, “I can’t stop thinking about her, George.” George rolls his eyes and shoves Fred out of the way, taking a look at the engine of the car. “We talked the other night for hours. She’s smart, and she’s funny, and bloody hell, she’s fucking gorgeous,” Fred huffs, running his fingers through his hair at the thought of you. He had just met you two days ago and you were already the first and last thing on Fred’s mind when he woke up and went to bed. “And I know there’s something there, mate. It’s just...awkward since we’re around everyone all the time,” Fred explains. “But I like her, George.”

George looks at his brother, giving him a look before realizing the sincerity behind his eyes and hopeful smile on his lips. George sighs and speaks, “Alright then. I’d say go for it, mate. If you think that there’s potential, what’s holding you back?” 

“Her life,” he breathes out as he leans against the car. “She works for the ministry. That’s where her life is, but she hates it. She told me that she wants to break away and move and open her own bookstore. (Y/N) wants a different life, but her obligations are holding her back,” Fred explains to George to tightens a bolt on the engine before looking up at his brother with a face that reads And? “I want to help her,” Fred speaks. “And not because I have a crush on her. Because she deserves it. After everything she’s been through, I want to help her live her dream,” he tells George who folds his arms over his chest. “Our dream came true and if we didn’t have help from Harry, who knows if and when our business would have taken off. The same can be said for (Y/N) and her dream.”

George goes back and forth as Fred anticipates a positive answer from his twin. With a sigh, George says, “Alright. Let’s do it. But under one condition!” Fred furrows his brows. “Don’t be doing this just because you fancy her. You really want to help her, right?” he clarifies.

Fred smiles gently, thinking about you and how happy you would be to receive the news that your dream is becoming a reality. “More than anything. She deserves it,” Fred speaks quietly as George smiles at his brother.

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Night had rolled around just as quickly as the morning came and you were sat on the floor of Ginny’s room on the mattress as everyone got ready for bed. In your hands, a letter from Alyssa, that an owl had brought in just minutes ago. She was safe, thank Merlin, back in London, waiting for your arrival. But the thought of leaving the Weasleys now, when you were just getting to know everyone, made your chest feel tight with sadness. Getting to know your mate’s family was enjoyable, especially with this newfound connection with Fred. Leaving now would just screw things up. 

But you had duties to attend. The ministry, your family, Alyssa. You needed to get things back on track before staying here caused them to derail yet again. 

You hear footsteps coming from down the hall as you fold the parchment and tuck it in your waistband of your shorts as you rise from the mattress. Instead of Ginny appearing in the door way like you expected, it was a freshly showered Fred in his pajama bottoms and an old white t-shirt that was just thin enough so you could see the outlines of his toned torso. His lifts his hands up so he can hang on the door frame, his eyes tracing you up and down quickly. You smile gently, “You fix my car, Weasley?”

He chuckles, “Come take a look for yourself.”

The two of you start down the stairs, leaving the rest of the Weasley family behind as you made your way outside. The summer night is mild, the sounds of crickets fill the air, and the breeze smells of grass and dew. Fred runs over to your car that’s a few feet away from the back of the house and jumps into the driver’s seat, putting the key in the ignition, and the engine roars. You smile and clap your hands, a job well done. Fred hops back out as you sit yourself on the hood of the car, facing him. “Nicely done,” you compliment him as he pretends to tip his hat to you. “So, how long did it take you two to realize that there was a spell for fixing the car engine?” you reveal as Fred’s eyes widen.

“You knew this whole time and yet you made us work in the bloody heat?!” he exclaims with a small smile on your face as you laugh out loud, throwing your head back and clutch your sides. “You’re a monster!” he teases, slightly shoving your arm.

You laugh, “Come on, you had to admit it was funny. Ron starting placing bets on who would figure it out first. Molly even joined in at one point.” Fred scoffs and rolls his eyes. “But still...a job well done. Thank you. I’ll have to think of a way to repay you.”

Fred gives you a look and speaks, “I have a few things in mind...” Your heart starts beating quicker as your mouth becomes dry as Fred moves to stand in between your legs, hands on either side of you on the car. “First of them being,” he starts, “Move to London and start your own business.”

Part of you is disappointed with the request, wanting something else from the fire haired boy, but you sigh, “Fred, you know I ca-”

“George and I spoke this morning. We both want to help you get you on your feet, so we’re investing in your bookstore,” he gushes as you look at him with wide eyes. “There is an available building across the street from the joke shoppe. With your consent, we’ll put the down payment on it tomorrow and the shoppe is all yours. When business is booming, you can pay us back. But until then, the store is all yours. Ready to go when you are,” Fred tells you.

You are completely overwhelmed with the news and can’t wrap your mind around why they were doing this. Why you? You were speechless. “Fred, I-” you stutter. “I don’t know what to say...thank you...this is...I don’t know how to describe it, but I don’t kn-”

“You don’t have to thank me or George. We wanted to do this. Seeing you talk about how passionate you were made me want to help you out. It reminded me of when George and I were dreaming of starting a business. We wanted to help someone who we saw potential in. Or I saw potential in,” Fred tells you, scratching his neck, nervously looking down as your heart swelled. “And since you’re across the street from the shoppe, that means we can see each other more often,” he says. “If you want that is. It’s also a good way for Percy to come see you too if you prefer that over seeing me or George, you know. I don’t want to assume anything,” he rambles as you giggle.

Fred looks into your eyes as you gently smile at him. The moon illuminated his face in the darkness, softening his sharp features as he sighed, looking at you. In this light, you were close to perfection. Fred wanted to melt on the floor when you looked at him with those eyes. Eyes that held so much beauty and adoration. 

It wasn’t until his forehead gently touched yours that you realized you were moving in closer. Fred gently brushed his nose against yours, making you lightly laugh before he slowly connected your lips into a gentle kiss. When his lips touched yours, it set your body on fire. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. His lips were soft and sweet against yours, moving gently, pushing his tongue past your parted lips, kissing you deeply. The kiss made you feel lightheaded and foggy, losing your senses, but at the same time, all of your senses felt heightened in the moment. Fred was addictive, you wanted more and more and more and that’s what made him dangerous. But you were too caught up in the feeling of his hands on your skin, lips pressing against him, soft moans falling from your lips into his mouth. 

As Fred wrapped his arms around your waist, his hands brush up against something tucked into your waistband of your shorts. His laces his brows together before plucking it from your waistband, breaking your kiss as you whine when he does so. “What’s this?” he asks, holding up the parchment, confused.

You sigh and take it from him, playing with the letter in your hands. “It’s a letter, from Alyssa...she told me she’s safe with her mum and sisters. She’s in London,” you tell him as he smiles, rubbing your leg, knowing that her safety was important to you. “She’s...waiting for me...to come back to the ministry so we can get back to work,” you tell him.

Fred just laughs, “Well, you’re gonna have to break the news to her. I’ll get Errol and you can send her a letter tonight, telling her not to wait up.” But before Fred can run inside and get you parchment and a quill, you grab his hand and stop him, giving him a sad look. His happy eyes turn into confusion which turn into realization. “You are going to quit the ministry, right?” he asks as you sadly look away from him and back down at the parchment in your hands, nervously fumbling with it. “(Y/N), you hate it there. You have to quit.”

“I have duties, Fred. To my family. To the ministry. To myself. I can’t just throw away everything I’ve been working towards for years just for a silly dream!” you exclaim to him as he frustratedly runs his hands through his hair.

He scoffs, “A silly dream that I believe in. That George believes in. That you, at one point, believed in! I can help you! I’ll...I’ll...I’ll go down to the ministry with you tomorrow and help you face your father and Alyssa and all of them. We can move you out and into a flat and you can start living the life you wanted. Don’t you want that?” he throws his hands in the air defeated.

The whole situation had you torn up. Fred was offering you the chance of a lifetime. Your dream. Everything you desired Fred wanted to give to you with no strings attached. He just wanted to see you happy, doing the thing you loved. But on the other hand, you had an obligation to your family and the ministry. Leaving them would get you into some deep shit that would be too hard to recover from or climb out of. The last thing you wanted to do was pull Fred down with you. 

You retort, “Just because I want it doesn’t mean it��s right for me, Fred!” Fred stands there in silence, shaking his head. “People are depending on me to assume this position after my father steps down. If I let them down, the whole ministry will have a vendetta against me. Do you realize what that means for me? It means I’ll lose everything. My dreams. The shoppe. My family....you...” you trail off at that last bit, but Fred catches it and looks at you with sad eyes. “Fred, I like you. I really do, but I can’t put you in a position that will make life a living hell for you.”

Fred shakes his head, “I am ready to take on whatever it is if it means you are happy. If it means that there’s a chance for us.”

His words make your heart ache with how much he already cared and it had only been three days since you met. But something deep down told you that this was something to fight for. Something to fight like hell for. But you didn’t know if you were prepared for that fight. “Freddie...I can’t...” you whisper to him, holding his face in your hands, trying to reach his sensibilities. 

Fred gulps and stays quiet for a moment, but it feels like years. “Okay,” he simply states. “If you don’t want to, that’s okay.” The tone of his voice makes your heart break. “I, um, I should probably get back inside. We both should. It gets cold out here quite quickly.”

Peeling himself away from you, he starts back to the Burrow as you hop down from the hood of the car. “Fred,” you call out as he turns around. “I’m sorry.”

He looks back at you and shakes his head. “Me too.”

Fred continues to walk back into the house as you stand outside, in front of your car, letter in your hand, heart breaking in your chest. The decision you made was right, but why did it feel so wrong?

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“Percy, I can carry my own backpack to my car,” you laugh as you follow him down the stairs, Percy a few steps ahead of you.

Without looking back he speaks, “I insist. Now, go put something in your stomach. The drive back to London is long, so fill up.” You smile and shake your head as you walk into the kitchen as the rest of the Weasleys are sat around the table. You take a seat next to Ginny you passes you a plate full of pancakes as you graciously accept it. 

Everyone greets you with a small smile or a good morning, but Fred just looks up at you with sad eyes before going back to pushing food around his plate. But that didn’t stop you from glancing at him every now and again, wishing you could make him happier. The fact of the matter was that neither of you were happy with the decision that had to be made. Fred had offered you the world on a silver platter and yet you refused in fear of the consequences. You had only known him for two days and yet he was so ready to help you, to make you happy. How could he be so sure of something when you were so unsure of everything. 

But you push the thought aside and start to eat your breakfast. Ron starts conversation, “So, what’s the first thing you’re doing when you get back, (Y/N)?” he asks.

You think for a moment with a sigh. “There’ll probably a stack of work for me to sort through. I’ll tend to that first. And after that’s done...I don’t know. Probably try to get back in the routine of things, help my father out, tend to some department issues,” you speak plainly. The mundane nature of life back at home made your stomach twist as you thought of it in comparison to what life could be back in London in Diagon Alley with a bookstore to call your own...Fred right across the way...

Your thoughts are interrupted with a short chuckle from George. “Doesn’t sound like too much fun,” he tells you as you sigh with a small smile, figuring that Fred told him that you were taking him up on their offer of investment. 

“Is work supposed to be fun?” you ask, taking a bite off your fork.

Fred sarcastically laughs. “Yes, actually. George and I love what we do for a living. Work isn’t supposed to be a task, it should be something you love. Something you have a passion for. Something that makes you want to get out of bed and work towards. Otherwise, what’s your life then? Something so mundane and boring and when you’re dead you end up regretting what you did with it?” Fred blurts as George elbows him under the table. Fred stops, realizing that he may have gone too far. 

His words start to circle and dance around in your head, each one of them hitting you in the chest like a bullet. He was right. Why waste all of your time and effort into something you couldn’t care about? But it was too late. You were set out for the ministry and your family expected your arrival today. 

You finish eating breakfast and circle back to Ginny’s room, doing a once over to make sure you weren’t leaving anything behind. As you walked down the stairs of the Burrow, you felt sad to leave. Even the three days you spent here were the best days of the summer. Each day brought something new and exciting. Waking up each morning to see happy faces, Fred’s face...that was something you would cherish. 

One by one, you say your goodbyes and profusely thank the Weasleys for letting you stay for so long. Molly insists it was nothing and you can come visit whenever you liked. When you get to Fred, you don’t know whether to hug him or just move on. But he decides for you. “Can I walk you to your car actually?” he asks you as you nod gently. 

You give Percy a tight hug as you speak, “I’ll see you at work, Perc.”

But Percy turns to speak in your ear, “Will I?” You pull away from him sharply, giving him a look. Percy just smiles and speaks, “You’re a smart girl, (Y/N). A talented one at that. You are too big for the ministry.” You give him a gentle smile as he whispers, “Get the fuck out of there. For my sake.”

But before you can say anything, Fred and you are walking out of the Burrow and to your car. The walk to your car is awkward and quiet as you play with the hem of your t-shirt, kicking rocks as you walk down the dirt path. Fred digs his hands in his pockets as he walks to your car.

When you make it to your car, you turn to the tall ginger and sigh. The two of you just look at each other for a moment before Fred reaches out and brushes a piece of hair from your face as you lean into his touch. His touch makes your heart flutter as he smiles gently at you before pressing his lips to your forehead, kissing it sweetly. “Goodbye, (Y/N).”

Fred gives your hand a squeeze before letting it go gently, walking away from you and back to the Burrow. Your heart is beating a mile a minute and walking him walk away is like someone stabbing you in the gut. This isn’t how things were supposed to end. He wasn’t supposed to let you go. But if he was gonna let you go, you weren’t going to let him go. 

“Fred!” you call out, making him halt in his tracks and turn back to you, shielding his eyes from the bright August sun. Your chest is heavy as you gather up all the confidence you have in your body. “I fucking hate the ministry. I hate my job. I don’t want to take over for my father. I don’t want to take this path that’s been made for me!” you exclaim, arms stretched. Fred just looks at you. “I want to open a bookstore. I want to help people learn. I want to wake up every morning, excited for the day. I want to wake up every morning and...see you,” you confess to him with a smile. “I want you, Fred.”

Fred just stands there for a moment before slowly walking back towards you and you inhale deeply, trying to keep your negative thoughts at bay. When he reaches you, he lets a small smile creep its way on his face. “I want you. I want to wake up every day and see your beautiful face staring back at me. I want to be there for you, to make you happy, to support you, to protect you. To make you feel safe and sound. I want you, (Y/N),” he confesses back as you smile widely.

The two of you waste no more time as his lips connect to yours, holding you in his arms. His lips are smiling into the kiss as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you. He pulls away with a goofy grin on his face as you chuckle, “My parents are going to kill me. The ministry is not gonna be happy about this.”

“Fuck the ministry,” he laughs as you join in. “I’m going to be by your side the whole time, helping you through it all. I swear. Through all the ups and downs.”

You hold his face in your hands as your heart swells in your chest. “I don’t like that I’m getting you into so much trouble,” you admit.

Fred rolls his eyes, “Oh, please, sweetheart. Trouble is my middle name.”

The two of you share another quick kiss before Fred grabs your hand and the two of you walk back to the Burrow, happily linked together. Fred calls out, “Ron! Go get the mattress again! We’ve got company!” 

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[nomazee]

kuroo tetsurou + being taken care of while drunk

part of the intimacy drabbles series

word count: 0.8k

content: gender-neutral reader (no pronouns, no anatomical description), mentions of drinking, drunkenness (i think that’s obvious??), established relationship, slight use of petnames, domestic fluff

(hi okay i’m late again also there’s definitely spelling/grammatical errors here im so sorry <//3 ALSO THIS IS THE LAST DRABBLE omg. it’s been a wild ride yall and im really happy with all the positive feedback i got from this series! love u lots <3)

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your head is the slightest bit hazy, eyes blinking blearily when you step unsteadily into your apartment. kuroo’s grip on your waist tightens when you start to stumble, pulling you back into his side to make sure you don't end up knocking your teeth out tonight. 

“careful,” he mumbles under his breath. he’s tired—you know this even in your half-conscious, tipsy state. but kuroo isn’t one to neglect his lover in their time of need, even when this “time of need” is at two in the morning, drunk on excessive amounts of tequila. 

kuroo takes his shoes off swiftly before slipping on house slippers, moving to help you with the same task once he’s finished. your eyes are closed, body beginning to sway in an alarming way, but once kuroo is upright he lets you rest the majority of your weight on him (even though he’s on the verge of falling over, too). 

“gotta wash your face, hm?” he mumbles into the crown of your head, moving to cup one of your cheeks in his hand. his thumb taps your eyelids gently, coaxing them open. he can’t help but laugh when you smile at the sight of him—you’re loopy and tired and adorable and he thinks he might pass out from it all. 

“i’ll help you,” he tells you. “we just have to get to the bathroom in one piece.” 

you do, thankfully, and you find yourself sitting on the closed lid of the toilet seat, watching kuroo open the random drawers underneath the sink to try and find your fancy face stuff, as he calls it. (in reality it consists of one (1) cleanser, one (1) toner, and one (1) moisturizer—not fancy in the slightest, in your opinion. though you couldn’t help but appreciate the wonder in kuroo’s expression when you first introduced him to your “extensive” skincare routine.) 

the sound of the sink turning on is heard distantly as you once again begin to doze off. footsteps tread your way and you feel a foot gently nudge yours before fingers start spreading cold foamy soap on your face. kuroo’s fingers move in circles, no doubt doing his best to imitate what he’s observed from you over the years you’ve lived together. the feeling is soothing and a small sound of protest escapes you when his hands leave your face. 

he returns with a damp face towel, wiping off the bubbles of the cleanser from your face. this definitely isn’t how you’d normally go about doing this, but it’s definitely a lot better for you, what with not needing to put in any effort yourself. ah, the wonders of having a loving husband. 

you let yourself rest in your dazed state as kuroo continues along your routine, swiping a cotton pad dampened with toner along your skin and rubbing in moisturizer after that. he doesn’t trust himself to pick you up, instead resolving to nudge you awake again and let you rest some of your weight on his shoulder while he truds off to the bedroom. 

you’re drawn to the bed immediately, but a pull on your waist stops you from falling face-first into the mattress. “clothes, sweetheart. i’m not letting you sleep in these,” kuroo reminds you. you sigh. and to think you were so close to finally getting to bed…

kuroo helps you out with this part, too, and not reluctantly—he laughs fondly at your bleary state, making sure to keep you upright even if you also trip over yourself when he pulls your shirt off. you’re sat on the bed as kuroo pulls your pants off for you, replacing it with warm polka-dotted pajama pants and a long sleeved sleep shirt. 

you’re tucked beneath the covers before your head can catch up with what’s happening, but the soft press of kuroo’s lips against your cheek jolts you back to awareness. you blink up at him, fighting sleep, and yet another fond expression crosses his face. 

“i’ll be right back. i just need to change.” 

you whine childishly—kuroo was expecting this, reasonably—a hand darting out to grab onto his forearm. “c’mere already. i’m cold.” 

“just a minute! i promise.”

“i can’t wait a minute. i’ll die. i’ll freeze to death. it’ll be your fault.” 

you’re exaggerating, of course, but in your mind it’s the perfect way to guilt-trip kuroo into getting in bed immediately.

kuroo lets out a laugh, one of the breathy ones that you find very hot, especially now—warm breath fans across your cheek before he starts planting sweet, innocent kisses around the perimeter of your face. you melt into the feeling. it feels warm; warmer than it is underneath the covers, but before you can use this as an arguing-point, kuroo is already adjusting the sheets to rest firmly around your shoulders. 

“five minutes,” he promises. “just five minutes. and then i’ll be back, and you won’t be dead from the cold, and i’ll warm you up and we can go to bed. okay?” 

you sigh. screw your stupid-hot husband and his stupid-hot charms. 

“fine.” 

he kisses your forehead. “that’s my baby.”

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[hermannsthumb]

Hello!! If you're not too busy and are so inclined, could you do 24, 27, 37 for the fall prompts? For Newt and Hermann o b v i o u s l y. Thank u so so much!! Keep up the great work xoxo

24. Warm Sweaters + 37. Cold

from autumn fic prompts here

im cheating a LITTLE and not filling the “27. corn maze” part because I wrote it last year and im def not inspired enough to do another HAHA. and also...because I want to work towards finishing my @theloccent bingo card belatedly with Spooning and Huddling for Warmth. SORRY I TOOK SO LONG, ive had a weird summer and i just moved/started grad school last week, it hasn't been very conducive for writing. set ambiguously before they're transferred to the HK shatterdome

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“I must say, Newton,” Hermann says, “I believe I sorely underestimated your abilities.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Newt says, gloomily.

“You went above and beyond what I expected.”

“I get it,” Newt says.

“It takes a true sort of talent to screw things up as much as you have.”

“I get it,” Newt says.

Hermann is not smirking--he’s too angry right now for that--but he does have a somewhat unpleasant curl to his mouth that’s making Newt boil hot with embarrassment all the same. Sort of a sneer, maybe. “I get it,” Newt says for the third time. “I’m a fuck-up, I’m a walking disaster, I--” He kicks the front of the rental car hard with the end of his boot, relishing in the dull thud that echoes from it, and less in the dull pain. “--can’t even figure out how to patch a fucking tire.”

“Or drive,” Hermann offers, helpfully. “You can’t drive, either.”

“Neither can you, Mr. Speed Demon,” Newt shoots back, but he knows it falls flat. After all--when their connecting flight got cancelled, Hermann wasn't the one who insisted they leave the relative safety of the airport to peel out into a snowstorm in search of a hotel. Hermann wasn’t the one who insisted on driving the rental. Hermann isn’t the one who got them lost down some shitty little road in the middle of nowhere, with snow piling up all around them, and he definitely isn’t the one who got distracted behind the wheel trying to adjust the radio and didn't see a patch of ice in time and sent the car--well. The point is, they’re down two tires, probably an engine, most definitely their only mode of transportation, and sure as hell aren’t near any hotel.

Around them is snow as far as the eye can see. When they get home (and that’s if they ever make it back to the airport), Newt is requesting a transfer to the LA Shatterdome ASAP. “Well, Newton?” Hermann says. He’s bundled up in his stupid parka and more scarves than Newt even owns. Newt can barely see his face. “What’s your next brilliant plan? Build an igloo?”

Not a bad idea, at this rate; the snow is no joke. “I’m thinking,” Newt grumbles. His breath puffs out white in front of him. “Tow truck,” he says. “We need a tow truck.”

“Astute,” Hermann says.

Newt ignores him and pulls his cell phone from his pocket. No bars. Right, of course, middle of fucking nowhere. “Do you have any reception?” Newt sighs.

“I didn’t bring my mobile,” Hermann says.

Newt’s eyes snap up to fix on him incredulously. “You didn’t bring--?! What the hell, man?”

“I had no need for it on the trip,” Hermann says. “We’re meant to be at a conference. I didn't think we’d get lost.” He doesn’t even have the audacity to look ashamed. Newt debates hurling his cell phone into the snow bank in frustration, but decides against it, because it did kind of cost a lot.

“Unbelievable,” he says instead. “Fucking unbelievable. Fine. Let’s go find--”

“You’re not saying we ought to walk somewhere?” Hermann interrupts.

“What other options do we have?” Newt says. “Freeze to death? There’s gotta be at least a gas station or something nearby--I could find someone to tow the car, while you--” He looks Hermann up and down, from his oversized Oxfords to his twenty scarves to his pathetic red cheeks. Hermann’s leg gets stiff as hell in the cold; there’s no way he’d be able to make any kind of distance right now, and who knows how long they’d be walking. There’s also no way Newt’s leaving him behind. “Come on,” he finally sighs, and touches Hermann’s elbow tentatively. “Let’s just get back in the car. It’s warmer in there.”

Maybe he’ll go off by himself once the snow stops. Or maybe, if they’re lucky, someone will stop by and offer them a ride before that. “Only barely,” Hermann says with a scowl, but he obliges.

Newt doesn’t get back in the car right away, though. Instead, he pops the trunk, pulls out their duffel bags, and begins feeling around the backseat. They’ve only had the rental for a few hours, and Newt isn’t exactly the most skilled around cars, but he thinks... “What are you doing back there?” Hermann says.

“One sec,” Newt says, and when he tugs a little lever off to the side, the seats fold down. Another tug, and they fold back into the trunk, leaving the back half of the car entirely flat. “Oh, awesome!”

"Newton?”

Newt ignores Hermann and begins digging around in their duffel bags. He has nothing but a few spare sweatshirts and boxers in his own; Hermann’s proves far more promising. “Score,” Newt whistles, and pulls out two--three--four ugly sweaters. “Holy shit, dude, we were only supposed to be there for a night. Why’d you pack so much?”

“I like to be prepared,” Hermann says. “Which you clearly know nothing about. Hang on--” He cranes his neck around his seat headrest to frown at Newt. “Why are you--?”

“You’re a regular Boy Scout,” Newt interrupts. He climbs into the back of the car, kicks his boots a few times against the back fender to knock off all the snow, and shuts the trunk behind him. “Come on,” he says, unlacing his boots, “get back here already. I’m cold.”

Hermann stares at him.

Newt shucks off his leather jacket and pulls one of Hermann’s sweater over his head instead. It’s insane how much of a difference it makes--maybe Hermann has been on something all these years when he tells Newt he needs proper winter wear or whatever the fuck. He pulls on a second one for good measure, pleasantly surprised to find he can still move his arms, and then pulls on a second pair of his socks over his first. “C’mon, Hermann,” he says. “Time to share some body heat, dude.”

Hermann grumbles, and he shakes his head, and he tucks the hood of his parka down over his face (like being unable to see Newt means Newt will just magically forget he’s there), and then--finally--he turns back to face Newt again. “This is ridiculous,” he declares. “We must have other options.”

Newt lays down and stretches out on his side, blinking up at Hermann coyly. “You’re making it weird for no reason,” he says. “It doesn’t have to be weird, you know.” It can be perfectly natural--two dudes, who sometimes fight, and sometimes do things a little more amorous than fight, sharing body heat. That's all. “It’s just biology. Cats do it, penguins do it--”

“No,” Hermann says.

He comes to the backseat anyway. Newt likes to think it’s because he’s too irresistible.

“I call being big spoon,” Newt says happily, and he tucks himself around Hermann’s bony--and, at the moment, puffy--back before Hermann can protest. One leg, he nudges between Hermann’s, making sure not to put any weight where he shouldn’t; he settles the arm wrapped around Hermann at his waist, splaying his hand somewhere around Hermann’s upper abdomen. “There. Isn’t that nice?”

“Hmph,” Hermann says.

Outside, the storm rages on around them, snow piling up on the windows and frosting them over where it hasn’t landed yet. The last dregs of the heat in the car die out. Newt tucks himself a little closer to Hermann, inhaling his shampoo, the slight damp scent his fuzzy parka hood always has. Hasn’t the guy ever heard of dry-cleaning? “Feeling cozy?” Newt mumbles.

“You’re shivering,” Hermann tells him.

“Am I?” Newt says.

He is. Huh. Hermann turns over with a grunt, then unzips his parka and tucks Newt into it in one fluid motion. Newt winds his arms around Hermann instinctively. “There we are,” Hermann murmurs. “Let’s get you warm.”

The zipper goes back up with some difficulty, pressing Newt so tight against Hermann’s chest he can barely move. Hermann’s chin bumps his forehead. Newt looks up to find his wide mouth parted slightly. “I think I want to kiss you,” Newt says, surprising himself.

“Hm?” Hermann says.

“I want to kiss you,” Newt repeats a little louder, and that gets a reaction--Hermann’s eyebrows leap to his sweaty bangs, and his whole body stiffens. “Listen--listen. Uh. The best way to share body heat--you know--it’s stuff like that. Kissing, and--”

“I am not having sex with you in the back of a bloody rental car,” Hermann half-shouts. 

Newt wriggles around a little until he can steal an uncoordinated kiss from Hermann, landing it somewhere to the left of his mouth. He has better aim with his next one. “I won’t tell anyone if you don't,” he promises.

“We are not,” Hermann says, but the next kiss, he instigates himself.

They’re rescued half an hour later when a local knocks on the window and asks if they need a lift; the bed and breakfast Newt was so sure he was leading them to, as it turns out, is only a five minute walk away, hidden from view by some trees and the snow. “At least we had some fun bonding time,” Newt tells Hermann sheepishly in the lobby.

Hermann scowls, but to Newt’s delight, requests a single queen for them both.

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[buck-nialled]

Confidential - P. Parker Imagine

NOTE: hey everybody...so...this is new. I have not written anything about tom holland nor peter parker until now but this concept came to mind today and I just had to get it out on paper--or, in this case, tumblr. this was actually supposed to be a surprise for when i reach 1k followers (which has already happened btw, big thank you to everybody for that) but im trying to complete all of the requests left in my inbox before i continue on with the celebration!!! I’m not sure if a lot of my followers are fans of tom holland and I dont’t know much about him outside of the Marvel movies he has starred in, therefore, i will only be writing for Peter Parker as of now. anwyas, let me know if you’d like to see more of these and maybe i’ll write some :) thanks!

You give the wooden door three solid knocks before beginning to rethink your entire walk over to Peter’s complex. It was not the fact that you were wearing a white top and are nearly drenched all over from the downpour occurring outside, but the thought of inconveniencing Peter or his aunt was something you always tried being conscious of. Especially when you and the boy took your friendship to a new level of intimacy was where you let him initiate each date or meeting. He made it clear from the start that the internship lined up for him by Tony Stark was a top priority of his, and that his schedule would always be fluctuating due to his constant reliability in the program. One of Peter’s larger qualms, in the beginning, was that there would never be enough time for the two of you to spend together and would result in a hideous split. Still, he finds himself astonished after each raincheck or “maybe later” in a less than affirming tone that you are still supportive of his decisions.

But the way Peter evoked his undying love for Tony Stark’s excellence and his loyalty to his internship made the situation appear much worse than it was. You were always more attentive to Peter now, considering what a large sum of your heart he had taken, and realized he was not MIA as often as you would have expected. Which is not to sound like a complaint, just simple curiosity. Your racing thoughts were interrupted by the door swinging open in front of you, revealing Peter’s aunt.

“Hello, Mrs. Parker.” You unhook one of your arms from the other remaining over your chest and offer a small wave.

“Honey,” She sighs, “I’ve told you a million times to call me May.” It was a playful whine, but still, one that rang in your head as a reminder.

“Right. Sorry, May.” You correct yourself, lacing your arms back together over your damp torso. This movement caught the woman’s eyes immediately as they finally drank in your soaked frame and dripping hair.

“Oh, Y/N! You must be freezing. Let me go get a towel.” Mrs. Parker declares, swinging the door wider for you to enter. The air conditioning nearly brought you to the floor with its hard bite, and you felt goosebumps rise on every inch of your skin. You managed to squeak out through chattering teeth that it was not necessary.

“I was wondering if Peter was here. I left my jacket the other day and was wondering if he might have put it somewhere.” May hummed, eyes flicking back and forth in thought through the round-lens glasses.

“I think he went over to Ned’s today,” she wandered into the petite kitchen nearby and the rattling of a fridge door caught your ears, “something about building a Lego death ship…” She murmurs, eliciting a chuckle from you. The conversation you witnessed the two boys sharing comes to mind, and while it sounded enticing in the way Ned’s voice grew higher in his explanation, all you could find yourself focusing on was Peter’s bulging eyes and giddy smile.

“You’re welcome to go check for yourself if you want.” May offers her voice echoing about the apartment walls. A protest almost fell off your lips but was halted by another cool breeze of air conditioning rattling your body and cueing your lip to tremble.

“Thanks,” is all you can manage to murmur out before pacing towards Peter’s bedroom. Stepping into the quiet room should not have made you as nervous as it did. It was not even your first time witnessing the semi-neat vicinity. What was unfamiliar, was the lack of your boyfriend’s presence with you in the room.  Nevertheless, your desperation shuffled you about the floor to scope any item which could somewhat resemble your forgotten jacket. Unfortunately for you, Peter’s room was not in the tidiest shape it could be, which resulted in you snooping for quite some time. When finally coming up fruitless, the air around you remained nippy and relentless and finally, led you to Peter’s wardrobe.

Snagging one of his jackets for a day or two would not be the worst thing in the world, you justified. In fact, anything he owned that would keep you fairly dry for an extra couple of blocks would double in their efforts of keeping you warmer, unlike your jacket. Amidst dragging different graphic tee shirts and sweaters on their hangers, you pause and marveled an odd piece of fabric. It was a mismatched blue and red sweatsuit with a hood that could not have been sewn more horrendously. You pinched it in between your fingers and raised your brows at how soft it was. Removing it from the closet for further inspection, you cringed at the poorly illustrated spider drawn in black marker on the chest, before realization dawned on you.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

After spinning on your feet, you freeze at the sight of Peter in his bedroom doorway. Clutching the fabric tighter in your grip, you struggle to find words for a few seconds.

“I-I uh…found this?” And when you finally did say something, all you could give after was a string of chuckles. “So…big Spider-Man fan, huh?” He gulps and reaches a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck, eyeing the poorly constructed suit with fearful eyes.

“That-that…w-w-where did you find that?” He lifts a finger slightly, eyes never moving from the cloth secured in your hand. You ignored his question and took a few steps closer to him with an assured smile.

“Peter it’s okay. I think it’s kinda cute that you have a little suit of your own.”

“Huh? No, Y/N, you don’t understand—”

“I mean, you could have made the fabric a bit more breathable, but other than that—”

“Y/N, it’s not like that—” He was having a difficult time battling the consequences out inside of his head. Would it be worth telling you? Should he just nod along and let you make silly assumptions as you please? Before he could try to give any logical—and less humiliating—the reasoning for the costume, a gasp leaves you.

“This is that cosplay stuff you and Ned were talking about one day!”

“What? No, I don’t even—”

“Peter, it’s fine! I mean, I dressed up as Black Widow for Halloween one year. Granted, I was eleven but—”

“There’s something you should know about m—” he keeps trying, but this finding just has you rattling off sentences you weren’t even sure were true. All Peter could do was sit back and observe your facial expressions, which, by this point, were not too revolted, or pale.

“You know, it’s weird. I’ve never heard you mention Spider-Man before…I mean, I guess it makes sense, though. With the whole Tony Stark thing, you must meet people like him all the time.” Seating yourself on his mattress, Peter observed your longing expression. All you were was curious, and who could blame you? This internship was something that never left Peter’s mind (with exception to when you cross it). He knows you would never ask for intel after making it clear multiple times that sharing about his adventures with Tony Stark was forbidden. “So, have you met him?”

“Spider-Man?” You nod. “Yeah, we’ve met a couple of times?” Peter shrugs. He hears a sharp intake in your breath, and you scoot further on the edge of the mattress.

“Really? What was it like?” Peter’s lips quirk down, and his eyes begin flicking around the room for something to inspire his next fibs. But he is drawn back to your disappointed figure when you clear your throat.

“That’s okay. I get you can’t say anything…” you mutter, not daring to meet his gaze and rather, fiddle with the strings of the top to the suit. “Sorry if I got too snoopy.”

“I mean, it isn’t all totally confidential…there are a few stories I can share.” Your head snaps up immediately, and he can see the excitement floating in your eyes. He almost told you right there, just to keep the look on your face a continuous sight.

“Really?” He nods with a soft smile coming to graze his lips. You mimic the curve of his lips, before sparing a glance down to your body, still very much in need of warmth.

“Hey, Peter…” he blinks, “do you think I could try on your suit?” The ask leaves you both with sheepish grins and your boyfriend nodding furiously.

“Absolutely. And then I’ll tell you anything I can after.” Eventually, there would be no second-guessing or double-checking. There will come a day where Peter will tell you the truth about himself, the suit you were currently shimmying into behind his bathroom door, and the one just recently gifted to him by Tony Stark himself that he was smart enough to keep hidden elsewhere. However, he was going to take baby steps to appease you and your curiosities about him, becaise he at least owes you that much. And judging by how long you have stuck by him, he knew, for now, it would be enough.

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[too-much-sunshine]

Fangs for the Hospitality

Chapter 3

Summary: After Roman leaves his family reunion mad at Remus, his car breaks down. The huge snow storm forces him into the forest hes always been told to stay away from as a child. Who will he meet? And why are they being so nice? Most importantly, why are his teeth so sharp?

A/N: My self-indulgent magic/vampire fic! Let me know if I need to tag something or you wanna be tagged!

Relationship: Familial DAM, Eventual Roceit, Eventual Intrulogical

Warnings (per chapter): Panic attack, self-deprecation (Roman), and being quite confused (also Roman)

Word Count: 2817

Catch up!: Master list, Chapter 1, Chapter 2

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The door slowly creaked open to reveal a small face with large peering eyes. The child only opened the door enough to see their face, and small hands wrapped around the edge. They seemed to be only 7 or 8 years old. There was so much curiosity in their wide eyes.

“Hello! I’m Patton. Who are you?” The small child asked, still hidden mostly by the door.

“H-h-e-ell-o m-m-my-y n-n-ame iss R-roman. I n-need sssome h-help.” Roman slurred, swaying back and forth in place.

“Patton! Close that door right now!” An older sounding voice yelled from further in the house. Roman thought he also heard some frantic footsteps as well.

This “Patton” turned around, opening the door more, and yelled back into the house.

“But dad! This guy said he needs help! He can't talk right! I wanna help him!!” As Patton said this they opened the door the rest of the way and wrapped their arms around Romans waist.

Roman could no longer comprehend what was going on really. He was quite sure if he stayed standing any longer, he would finally pass out. He couldn't feel anything anymore, which was probably bad. Everything felt like it was slow motion as another face showed up through the door. It seemed like this new person was trying to talk to him but everything sounded like it was underwater.

His vision was definitely getting worse. He tried to blink away the dark ring around what he was seeing, but everything was getting too heavy. He was feeling very, very light headed. With the last of his consciousness he pulled a few words together.

“I-i-im s-s-sor-ry-y.” and everything went black.

~~~

The world came back to Roman very slowly. He felt warm. So, so warm. He was glad he made it home. He vaguely remembered that his car had broken down at one point. The weird part was that he didn't remember how or when he had gotten home. But he did remember being very cold, and now he's not.

With his eyes still closed Roman shuffled around a bit. He was feeling more relaxed in the warmth around him then he remembers feeling in a long time. He let out a contented sigh, burrowing into the blankets around him further. The bed was so soft.

Wait.

He didn't own a bed. He slept on a couch, with a scratchy wool blanket. And last he checked his heater was broken. What was going on?

There was a small chuckle to the left of him that surely did not help his confusion and trepidation. It did help to raise his heart rate though. Slowly Roman opened his eyes to see a dark bedroom. He could see a flicker of light to the right of the bed he was still lying in. It seemed like a lit fireplace, which was adding heat and light to the room.

After blinking around trying to garner his surroundings, Roman realized all he was really looking at was the dark ceiling. He tried to push to sit up in the bed to see around more. But this proved to be much harder than he was originally anticipating. He still felt very weak. What happened?

“I wouldn't suggest that darling, you are still recovering from being frozen solid.” A voice from his left stated, causing Roman to startle back against the bed. He had completely forgotten there was someone else in the room. His breathing and heart started to speed up significantly more, freezing in place. The voice chuckled again.

To say Roman was scared would be a bit of an understatement. He didn't know where he was, how he got here and who was talking to him. Though at the moment he was sure he couldn't speak back anyway.

Finally the owner of the voice from the left came into view. They walked over to peer over Roman on the bed. Roman heart was beating out of his chest as looked back at the person above him. He stayed frozen. He was pretty sure he didn't know who this person was. Which definitely made this situation worse since he was in a house he didn't know, with a person he didn't know.

In the dark room it was quite hard to make out any definite features of them. They looked to be shorter than Roman, and a little leaner too. Which Roman distantly heard a voice that sounded like his mother say that wasn't hard to pull off with his slightly thicker size. This person also had darker hair and a slim face.

They gazed at Roman and searched his face, which Roman was sure just showed his fear. The stranger seemed to have some pity on him as they backed up and finally spoke.

“Well aren't you a pretty little thing? Showed up right at my doorstep.” They said with a smirk.

Roman felt his face grow a bit warmer. This person was just making Roman more and more confused as time went on. He opened his mouth to respond to find he couldn't speak a word. The words got caught in his throat and he couldn’t make a sound. This wasn't the first time this had happened, nor the most inconvenience. But it was still quite embarrassing. Roman tried to speak again but only ended up looking like a fish out of water.

This happened when Roman was too anxious. So much so to where he just shuts down. It happened quite a bit as a child, especially after getting yelled at for a while. Or after he would freak out too much. Remus and him had even learned a bit of sign language to help him during these times. Sadly this still happens actually quite often to the poor stage hand. He was surprised he lasted as long as he did at the party.

The party! That's right he was at a party! Then he...left? Maybe? Why did he leave? And that still doesn't answer where he is… How did he get here then?

Seeming to realize that Roman was a bit lost in thought, they spoke up again, breaking Roman out of his own dissociation.

“Cat got your tongue? That's alright I can get you something to write with. One moment please.” And with that the stranger walked out of the room.

Roman took this time to try and calm his racing heart.

‘Its okay. It's okay! This is fine Roman...just breathe...They would have hurt you by now if they wanted to…’ Roman thought to himself over and over. ‘Do that thing Remus taught you. Look for five things...was it five things or six? I don't know! I’m fucked! I’m going to die and no one will know where I am and..and...and…’ Romans breathing got worse as he tried and failed to calm himself down.

Tears were starting to gather in his eyes as he started to hyperventilate. He realized that he was having a panic attack but he was too far gone to help himself.

‘You really deserve this dumbass. You're the one who got lost or something!’ Roman kept thinking to himself as he continued to breathe too much. Tears were streaming down his face, and he couldn't even move his arms enough to wipe them away.

Just as his vision was going a bit dark around the edges the door opened back up again. Distantly Roman realized that a person was in the room which really didn't help his panicky state. There were only two people in the world that wouldn't make him worse when he was in this state. He tried to back up in the bed but he was too weak to even move more than an inch.

“Hey hey hey it's alright. I’m not going to hurt you. Calm down.” The stranger said as they slowly walked to the side or Romans bed. “I’m going to help you okay. Listen to my voice. Breathe in for me. Breathe in for four seconds. Come on it's okay try again. There ya go, hold for seven second. Now release for eight. There you go, let's do it again.” They kept speaking in a soft murmur guiding Roman though the exercise.

Once Roman seemed to be breathing a bit better, the stranger spoke up again.

“I’m sorry for scaring you, we are not used to having visitors around here. Here is the pen and paper, let me help you sit up a bit.” They said softly.

Roman was still freaking out a bit, so he was having trouble putting a full sentence together. He nodded his head anyway so he would finally be able to sit up and look around. Once he was finally sat up the stranger placed the pen and notebook in his lap, looking pointedly at Roman.

“I think you are just as confused as I am. So how about we go back and forth asking questions okay?” They asked. Roman nodded, signally for the stranger to start. “Okay, who are you?” They asked.

My name is Roman Prince.

   Where am I?

“Hello Roman. You are currently in the guest room of my house. The house itself is in the... forest. How did you get here Roman?”

As they spoke they seemed a bit reluctant to give out the information. This did not help Romans nerves about the whole situation. He felt this person was being very nice, and for what reason? He wasn't used to free kindness.

I

Roman paused his shaky writing, not knowing how to answer the question he was asked. How did he get here?

I don’t know… I was at a family reunion in the countryside. Then I left because...I don't remember...and then my car broke down and now I’m here. Which i'm sorry about. I didn't mean to interrupt or impose I can go if you want me too.

Roman showed the journal to the stranger, who looked at it confused.

“You do know there is about 3 feet of snow outside right now right? Even if I wanted you out, I couldn't let you in good conscious. You'd freeze to death. Well...again.” They said.

Wait.

I froze to death?

Roman wrote, significantly more pale than before.

“Ah ah that's two questions in a row, but I’ll answer. You did not literally freeze to death sweetie. You are very much alive. During the storm you showed up on my doorstep confusing it for death's door. My...son was a bit too friendly with you and you passed out right as I came to the door. Sorry if he scared you. He's not used to people coming to the door. But after you fainted I took you inside. You were hypothermic and soaked to the bone, so I decided to warm you up. Lucky I did because as soon as I took you in, the snow started back up again. You're lucky I’m nice, not everyone in these woods would have done the same.” They warned. “Now it's my turn. How old are you darling?

Man what was with all these pet names? Roman was starting to breathe funny again and this time he wasn't quite sure why.

I’m 25. Why?

“Really? You don't look a day over 20.” They smirked at Roman as his face started to heat up again. “My my you are quite easy to fluster.”

A bit flustered Roman started to write back quicker than before.

My family would disagree about my looks, but thank you I guess. But you didn't answer my question. Why ask about my age?

“I just wanted to make sure your parents were looking for their lost child.” They smirked.

Roman gave a small smile back at that.

Even if I was that young, I can guarantee she wouldn't come looking for me.

The stranger was giving Roman an odd look while reading what he'd written. It made Roman realize that they were on the topic of himself for too long. He wanted to change the subject to literally anything else. Most people didn't like when he talked about himself and his family. He always over shared and drove everyone off.

Sorry. I think I got off track talking about myself. Sorry, I tend to talk too much. Where is your son?

The stranger gave him a slightly concerned look, clearly noticing the change of subject, but gracefully let it slide as they answered the question.

“It's okay hon, I did ask about you after all. Anyway, which one son do you have in mind? I've got two. But I’ll assume you mean the one you met. Patton should be sleeping right now. It is the middle of the night.”

At that Roman blanched. How long had he been here? Ruining this poor person's night and probably next day. Even their poor kid was involved in his mess.

I’m so sorry. You should be asleep too not worrying about me. I’m so sorry.

Roman fanatically wrote to the kind stranger. They seemed a bit confused by his sudden change in pace.

“No no, it's fine. I don't sleep much anyway... “

Still I’m sorry that I’m here. I was just so lost I didn't have a phone and couldn't stay in my car so I decided to go into the woods after seeing the light of your house.

“It seems you've picked up a bit of your memory. Barring the fact there no way you should have been able to see my house from the road, if I didn't want to help you I wouldn't have. It's okay for you to be here. Okay?”

It's not okay though. I shouldn't be here imposing here taking up your space. I’ll leave as soon as you want me too.

The stranger seemed to be taken a bit back. They paused and looked passed Roman, lost in thought. After Roman started thinking that maybe he should just stop talking forever and leave through the window, they finally spoke up again.

“What if I want you to stay here?” They asked, still not looking completely at Roman.

Roman froze, very confused by the question. Stuntingly he wrote a very elegant response.

I- what?

“Hon, I don't want you to leave yet. You can't even walk yet. It's okay for you to take up space. Besides it might be nice to talk to someone who isn't less than 8 years old. Will you at least stay till morning?”

Roman looked into the strangers face as he finished speaking, his eyes starting to sing a bit. Nobody had ever wanted him around before. This random stranger was getting weirder by the minute. After a moment Roman wrote back.

As long as I’m welcome I’ll stay if you want... Who are you?

“Oh where are my manners! My name is Janus, it's a pleasure to meet you Roman.” Janus smiled at Roman in the dim light, the little light there was reflecting on their sharp canines. Romans eyes widened a bit, then he squinted to try and see better in the dark room. It didn't help.

“Why don't you try and get more sleep Roman. I’ll bring you something to eat in the morning to gain your strength back. If you need me, call me. I’ll hear you.” They started to walk to the door when they paused. “And Roman, I trust that you keep to your room. This house is quite old, don't want you getting hurt anymore then you already are. Goodnight!” Then they finally walked out of the room.

‘What did I just get myself into? I must be tired...I think I’m starting to see things that aren't there...’ Roman thought as he shimmied back into sheets.

Roman closed his eyes, not realizing how tired he was until he was laying down again. He was asleep again within minutes of Janus’ departure, slipping away into pleasant, warm dreams.

~~~

Janus closed the door behind himself as he walked out of the room. He let the friendly smile he was carrying before slip off his face, replacing it with a small scowl. He pressed his back against the door and listened until he was sure Roman had fallen back asleep.

Maybe he got himself into more than he should have. But he couldn't just let this guy walk away after being able to walk into the woods. Plus he looked to be dead on his feet.

Janus let out a sigh and spoke a small incantation under his breath. The guest door glowed a soft yellow around the edges, signifying that the spell had worked. The door was now not locked, but would let Janus know if anyone opened the door.

With that Janus walked down the hall leaving the man to his sleep. He's gonna have a lot of work and paperwork to fill out with this one.

~~~

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[jason-the-mommas-boy]

hello! it’s me again- i loved the what you did with the gifting! (I’m gonna apologize now, I’m on mobile and don’t know how long this is gonna be-) Inspired by the injury prompts, may I get Jason’s s/o going on a walk in the woods and getting caught by some campers? If it could go one of 2 ways (or a third if you get an idea), the campers using s/o as a hostage to get away or kinda stumbling into Jason’s cabin bleeding heavily. Thank you and keep up the amazing work!

im glad that you liked it!! i got an idea and i hope this works for you ! (i didn’t want jason’s precious s/o to get badly hurt - )

JASON VOORHEES SAVES HIS S/O FROM CAMPERS (aftermathlol)

Your head was pounding and your entire body felt sore when you tried to open your eyes. A mind-splitting headache almost immediately punishes you for even trying to see in front of you. You brought a hand to your forehead, attempting to soothe pain in your head as you pushed yourself up from the ground. 

What the hell happened? You are more than sure you didn’t just fall asleep out in the middle of the woods, assuming that’s where you were at the moment with how cold it was. You were sure you didn’t even-

Two cold hands grip your shoulders the moment you sit up completely, interrupting your train of thought. They were firm, but gentle, you notice. A thumb runs over your collarbone. 

You peek an eye, this time much more slowly. Your vision is blurry at first, only focusing itself after a moment, but you could recognize that hockey mask anywhere. 

“Jason?” You croaked out. 

The masked killer brings one of his hands to cup your face and gently caress your cheek, confirming your answer. It was indeed the Jason Voorhees, the killer of Camp Blood, on his knees in front of you. He was holding you like you were a porcelain doll, unsure if any move that wasn’t calculated would break you into tiny pieces. 

You could see the genuine worry in his eyes as he stared you down, your gut boiling with guilt. You absolutely hated making him worry in any way, not because he would hover over you, but just because you knew how completely paranoid he would get. You didn’t mind his hovering, he was only looking out for you after all. 

Jason could not speak, that much you already knew, but you knew he would be asking question after question. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do I need to carry you? Medical attention? 

You nuzzled into his hand, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles to try to ease his worries. “Jason, I’m okay.” 

Jason almost melted at the gesture, he was such a huge sucker for affection, but his concern to make sure you were alright was stronger than his need to fulfill whatever touch-starved fantasies he had. He knew you were stubborn, but he was just as stubborn too.

If you said you were okay, then you should be okay, right? Jason wishes he could believe your words, but he is well aware of how you always underestimated how much pain you were in. Squinting his eyes, he moved his hand on your shoulder away, dead set on his goal. 

You blinked as the heaviness left your shoulder only to feel blood rushing to your cheeks when the cold air hit your stomach. You peak down, finding a Jason peeling your shirt off slightly and putting the fabric to rest on your chest, only leaving your lower torso exposed. His thumb and finger are now prodding at the skin in search for any pain, making you huff in embarrassment. 

You let Jason do his thing, more than trusting with him to know he’s not going hurt you. “What happened?” You asked, not really sure as to what kind of answer you were going to get. 

The hand that was caressing your face leaves to point behind him, making you realize that there were just two dead bodies laying there, each one mutilated to a point you wouldn’t be able to recognize who they were. It wasn’t a complete answer, but Jason was definitely trying to get you in the right direction as he wasn’t necessarily sure himself as to what happened before he intervened. 

All he necessarily knew was that they were going to harm you. Bad. Or use you for other purposes. Considering either of those options made him furious. He hadn’t felt that angry in years, but he knew at that very moment that the two campers were going to die for even thinking, no, trying to use you for their own enjoyment. 

He swallows down his anger, he was not mad with you and he did not want you to get that idea. The intruders were already punished and you were still alive. That’s all that matters right now. 

“I’m sorry, Jason, I really…it’s not coming to my head.” You mumbled, wincing as a finger pushed at a sore spot near your rib cage. He noticed.

It was so difficult to pull any memories that were about your walk in the woods. All the evidence you had were the two dead trespassers bleeding out besides the both of you. Had they tried to hurt you?

 “Was I just laying here?” 

The giant nodded and pushed down your shirt so it would cover your stomach again.

You came to the conclusion that maybe the campers had tried to hurt you? Or maybe knocked you out? It seemed plausible. At least you were fine, more than likely thanks to your boyfriend. 

Besides the sore spot on your torso and headache, you were sure everything else was fine. Jason wasn’t thinking the same, but at least you weren’t bleeding anywhere as far as he could tell. He thought it would be best to check for everything else back at his cabin. He did not want you freezing to death out here in the woods. 

Arms wrapped around you, picking you up from the ground and placed in a killer’s embrace. Carefully standing up as to not irritate your body, Jason adjusts your position so he could carry you bridal style. You weren’t going to argue with him, there wasn’t anyway you were going to win the nonverbal argument anyway. 

Your boyfriend started walking you back to the cabin, keeping you close to him. He wasn’t warm at all, but he was still warmer than the air around you. “I’m sorry for making you worry.” 

It’s okay.

Jason leans down to nuzzle his mask against your head to better convey his response, to which you nuzzled back happily. 

You shouldn’t be sorry, he thinks. It’s his fault that you got hurt. He wasn’t watching for intruders today and it made him feel guilty that you even had to come across them. 

Noticing his mood drop, you smile and pat his chest. “Can my big strong man start a fire once we get home?” You lean up, placing a kiss on his mask.

He nodded, perking up at the compliment. He’s glad he has something to cover his blushing face at the moment. It felt like his heart was gonna jump out of his throat when you called his cabin a home. 

Clinging to you like you could disappear at any moment, Jason realizes just how much you made his undead heart burn with desire. He loves you and intends to keep you safe from all the harmful things in the world. 

#jason voorhees #friday the 13th #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees imagines #requests #anon #slashers #slasher x reader #slashers fandom #500+ #1000+ #a #im askdjfsdk;ljfsa #i had such a writer's block today this took forever im #narrator's writing

[littlebitoffanfic]

An Angel With A White Warg - part 2 - Ember

Fandom: Original Relationship: Maknok/reader (orc/reader) Part one: here

 The wind had picked up the second the sun had set, leaving you a shivering mess next to the camp fire. The small bundle on your lap cuddled closer for warmth, a purr vibrating through you and calming you a little. At least you weren’t totally alone. You and the others had been travelling through the thin valley of two mountains. None of you made a sound, afraid of the snow which surrounded you all. The slightest noise could cause an avalanche. You had been trailing behind, as normal when you thought you head something from behind. pausing, you turned and scanned the thin valley for any threat.

----flash back -------- You heard a faint ‘bah’ing noise. It didn’t have the vibrato of a goat and sounded deeper. Frowning, you doubled back on yourself, searching for the creature. Then you saw it. Buried under some snow, barely moving, was a baby dragon. You paused, completely baffled as you quickly looked around. Dragons were rare, and stayed with their mothers until they were nearly fully mature. This one could only be about a year old at more. It looked about a foot long, with an extra half a foot including its tail. 

But you saw no mother. You couldn’t let the little one freeze to death, so cautiously approached it. Kneeling down, you scooped snow off its wings first, noticing how the snow had traces of blood in it. And your fingers suddenly tangled in something. Looking closer, there was wire around its right wing. The type of wire that sent a chill through your veins. The type used by poachers. You had had your fair encounter with poachers when Lunar was a pup. But now she was fully grown, most poachers wouldn’t risk their hands with her. You pulled out the small knife from your back pocket, the creature started to struggle. It had been quiet, with small whines up until now. But you had to keep it quiet so you used your left hand to hold its snout closed. You felt the heat building near its nasal passage, but it was too immature to cause anything more than a slight singe to your skin, like sitting a little too close to the fire and the heat builds up. the knife was highly effected with cutting through the biggest section of the wire and, once the little dragon saw you weren’t trying to hurt it, you were able to let go of the snout to cut out its wing properly. The second it was free, it struggled out of the snow and right onto your lap. Its claws clung to your clothes as you got the chance to look at the little creature. It was a nearly jet black, apart from the occasional specks of red through its scales. You wondered how you hadn’t spotted it the first passing, but the rocks around here were all dark so everyone must have thought it was just a rock. It had two back legs with four toes and claws at the end. Its ‘hands’ were at the end of its wings, 3 fingers with claws on the end too. Perfect for climbing and scaling this type of terrain in summer. The dragon climbed up your chest and around your neck. You had your hood up and hair down, so it must have provided warmth for the little one. You cooed it quietly as its face stuck out beside your right cheek. Reaching up, you scratched its snout and it made a purring noise which you felt through your shoulders. “Im not sure if Lunar wants a sibling. But I guess she’s not got a chose.” You whispered fondly to the creature. You looked up ahead, seeing the group hadn’t noticed you weren’t behind anymore. They were far in the distance, nearly close to the opening. Getting up, you put the knife safely in your back pocket again, about to hurry to catch up when voices filled the air from high up in the sides of the mountains. “Wheres the runt? I saw it fall around here.” One voice spoke, probably in a normal voice but the vibrations carried it down the mountain. You felt the little dragon curl into your neck, hissing. “Its mothers dead. No point wasting time looking for it.” Another seemed to shrug off. “No, no, no NO!” You suddenly heard someone yelling. Looking up, you saw an extremely large figure on the edge of the mountain toppling over and falling to the ground. It fell directly between you and the others with a loud thud that you felt send a shockwave through the ground. You froze, unable to breath for two reasons. Firstly, it was the decapitated body of a large, black dragon. Secondly, that was more than enough to cause an avalanche. Looking up, you saw the tops of the mountains start to move. You had to get out of here. Stumbling backwards, you knew there was no chance you’d get to the others. The body of the adult dragon took up all the path and you’d have to climb over it. The snow itself moved deadly fast, and you’d probably not even get to the body before it buried you. No, you turned on your heel and ran for the closest entrance. Your heart was beating so hard in your ears, you barley made out the soft sheiks of the dragon as it clung to your clothes, one of its claws catching your neck, breaking the skin ever so slightly. You heard Keli scream your name, followed by Maknok but you couldn’t look back. The noise was then silenced by the snow fall as it plummeted to the ground. You just managed to get to the entrance when the snow fall stopped. You were extremely lucky since it didn’t seem to have effected outside the valley. Otherwise you could have been in some real trouble. Turning, you sucked in a breath. they valley was now covered in snow which rose up easily an extra 15 foot, probably deeper the deeper into the valley you went. The poachers were surely all dead now, and that poor dragon.   You looked at the little creature who was clinging to you for dear life. “Was that your mother?” You asked, knowing it wouldn’t respond yet you already knew the answer. Reaching up, you gently petted the small animal as you started your long trek.

------- present time -------------

There was a plan for this kind of thing, put in place by Sein long ago. If you should ever get cut off in a valley or pathway, you will go around the mountain. The group with the most people will head to the right of the mountain and the lest will head left, hopefully meeting up with them about half way around. You had rolled your eyes the first time he said, but now you were grateful for the plan. unfortunately, night had rolled in fast, and the cold became too much for you so you stopped in a small cave. You built a fire and settled in for the night. Thankfully, it wasn’t snowing. So at least you didn’t have to worry about it getting worse in that regard. The dragon, a small male, had taken to your lap the second you sat down. It refused to leave your side, not even allowing you to put it down to unpack your blankets. It wasn’t heavy at all. You had wore scarves which were heavier than this dragon. You twirled the hand-carved knife in your fingers, smiling. You always took it out when you stopped, in case anything happened while you slept. Maknok made it for you when he first joined. It was his first gift to you, given with a bow. In truth, you had fallen deeply in love with Maknok. It had been 7 months since he had made his little promise, and you could honestly think of nothing better. He was loyal, and fiercely protective of the group, especially you. The others had been wary at first, but grown to like him. They joked that he was your own personal body guard but they always kept a close to eye to make sure he treated you well. But there was never any complaints. He treated you like a queen. Anything he had was yours, and anything he did was for you. If he were here, you would be cuddled into his side. Orcs were naturally a lot warmer than humans, so he was perfect on these cold nights. And yet, despite the nights you spend cuddled into him, or the days were you two took long walks together, he made no move to kiss you or push anything further. He respected your boundaries, never forcing anything but basking in what he did get. Your mind wonders to him. You would bet anything he is arguing with the others right now. They would have set up camp and he would want to keep going through the night to find you. Perhaps, a reunion would be the perfect time for a first kiss? You smiled, but then something caught your ear. Voices. At first, you felt a spark of hope, thinking it was the others. But then you listened as the 2 voices grew louder and you knew it wasn’t them. In fact, one was the voice from the mountain. Shit shit shit. You needed to hid the dragon, but where? He wouldn’t let you put him down, so how could you hide him while standing? Thinking on your feet, you grabbed your thick coat. Opening the hood, you picked the sleepy dragon up and put him inside. Before he could whine or try to crawl out, you pulled the coat on. You grabbed your scarf out of your bag and loosely wrapped it around your neck, then pulled your hair out and over the top. Hopefully that would be enough coverage to hide him. You felt him started to try poke his head under the scarf and out beside your face but he must have heard the voices and quickly retreated. You felt him move around, almost burying into your hood before he stopped moving completely. Just in time. “Hey, you?” A voice called out and you saw the two figures. “you were in the valley.” “yes, I was. Until you caused an avalanche.” You narrowed your eyes as the two stepped into the mouth of the cave. Humans, and rough looking ones at that. “why?” One narrowed its eyes at you. “Why were you in that valley.” “I was traveling with my family. We thought it would be quicker to cut through the mountains, as long as no one made a sound.” You narrowed your own eyes at him. “Until you decided to throw a dragon off the side of the cliff.” “We didn’t throw it. It fell. And I lost a lot of men in that avalanche.” He snapped back at you. “How do you slay a dragon without causing an avalanche? How did you think that would go?” You raised your eyebrows at the men. One, with a large and old scar across its left cheek, smirked. “You kill it in its sleep. Chop its head off. Didn’t expect it to have offspring. Bloody runt flew off but we managed to throw some wire around it. Speaking of which-“ His eyes scanned your camp. “-you didn’t find the animal, did you?” “No, I didn’t find anything.” You shook your head, folding your arms over. “Look, I lost some good men in that avalanche. And we wont be able to get to that body until spring at this rate. So if I take that runt back with me, I’ll make a small profit.” The first spoke, trying to reason with you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. The baby’s probably buried with its mother now, who you so bravely killed in her sleep.” You snap, but noticing the look between them both. “So, you wont mind if we have a little look through your things?” The second with the scar gave you a sickly smile. He took a step forward, but you quickly grabbed the knife from your pocket. but before you could answer, you heard a snarl from behind them. “If you touch a single thing in this cave, I will rip your limbs off.” Maknoks deep voice boomed, speaking with a venom you had only heard rarely as he and Lunar appeared behind the men. Lunar had her fangs bared, her head low and ready to pounce if needed. “Look, we just want what’s ours.” The first man held up his hands, but the second had grabbed his sword from his belt. The first noticed. “Put that away, you idiot.” He hissed. “You own nothing here. Leave.” Maknok growled as Lunar snapped her jaws at the two. The second man seemed to have lost his courage as he stumbled back from the warg. “Alright, alright. We’re going.” The first pushed the other out the right side of the cave, giving the orc and warg a large birth before running into the night. “Maknok!” You smiled, racing forward to him. “[y/n].” He smiled widely as you flung yourself into his open arms. You cuddled into his chest, smiling like an idiot as tears filled your eyes. Lunar nuzzled her head against your side, so your reach down with one hand and pet her head. She seems to get a smell, as she leaves to go sniff around the fire and in your things. “Im so happy to see you.” You whispered, pulling back to look up at him. his large hand reached up, cupping your cheek to use his thumb to wipe away the tears. You smile, leaning into his touch as your heart swelled. His hand slipped around the back of your head into your hair as his other hand rested on hip. Your breath caught in your throat as you placed your hands on his chest, gripping the fabric. You were about to go up on your tip toes and pull him down, ready to kiss him for the first time. But just as you were about to do so, he suddenly stumbled back, shaking the hand which had been in your hair with a growl. “Something bite me.” He examines his hand, but thankfully there was no blood. “oh, um, funny story.” You move from foot to foot as you suddenly remembered the weight in your hood. Lunar followed her nose right up to your side. She went up on her back legs, her front paws pressed on your lower back to balance herself as she sniffed around your hood before sneezing and racing to stand behind Maknok. You felt the dragon coming out of your hood. He crawled up over the scarf but under your hair as he popped his head out from the right of your head. “[y/n].” Maknok stated your name, as you turned your head to the little creature. “Is that the dragon they were looking for?” “Maybe.” You pressed your lips together, pretending to preoccupied with the dragon. “The dragon they were about to tear apart your camp to look for?” He stepped closer and you could feel his gaze on you like fire. “Perhaps.” You bite your lower lip under the interrogation. “[y/n], they were poachers. If they found out that you were hiding that thing, they would have killed you.” Maknok gestured to the creature on your shoulder as his voice filled with worry. “well, they didn’t find out.” You shrug, looking back at him. You could see the worry in his eyes as he stared at the creature. “They killed his mother, Maknok.” Maknoks gaze shifted to you and instantly softened. Lunar let out a soft growl but he put his hand on her head, a silent sign to relax. “You could have gotten yourself killed. And for what? An animal?” He tries to reason with you, and you did understand. If he hadn’t turned up, you would surely have been punished for hiding the dragon. But you wouldn’t be swayed. “No, I was helping a creature that needed me. You should know that.” You raised an eyebrow at him. You hated to play such a card, but it was the only way you could think to get him to understand why you had risked your life. Again. Maknok let out a sigh of defeat as he rubbed his face. His attention shifted back to the dragon before cautiously approaching. “What have you called it?” Maknok asks as he raises a hand up to the dragon, faulter for a moment before allowing the dragon to sniff the loose fist. “He doesn’t have a name, yet.” You look to the creature as he inspects the hand. He nuzzled against Maknoks knuckles before managing to persuade Moknok to open his palm after pushing his head into the small gap between his thumb and fingers. Once the dragon seemed to realise the warmth of Maknok, he purred and, quick as a flash, left your hood completely to run up Maknoks arm and drape himself over the surprised orcs neck. Maknok stumbled back, his eyes wide at the creatures sudden movement. But you manged to reach out and grab his hands, steadying him. When he felt the small creature nuzzling against his neck, he calmed significantly. Pulling him to the campfire, you both sat by the cave walls. Maknok refused to move his face, neck or shoulders, so looked rather funny as he tried to side down in the stiff position. When you sat, Lunar came up and sat beside you. She started to nuzzle her snout around your neck before laying her head on your lap and doing the same. You couldn’t help but giggle, knowing she was putting her scent back on you. She had done so the first few times Maknok had slept beside you. Once she was use to the dragons scent, she wouldn’t be so jealous. “What happened to the others?” You ask, looking at maknok as you moved Lunar off of you so you could grab your bag and blankets from closer to the fire. “They needed to stop for the night. But I couldn’t leave you alone out here. Lunar wouldn’t stop growling and pacing either. So we kept going.” Maknok told you as you moved the blanket across you both. The dragon moved for the first time from around Maknoks neck to crawl down into his lap, circling around a few times before falling with a purr. “I think he likes you.” You giggle, reaching out and petting the dragons head and down its back. “Have you thought of a name?” maknok asks you, turning his head to face you. “No, not yet. I was thinking something like Blaze but not so much on the nose, you know?” You shrug.   “Ember.” Maknok suddenly says, brushing the dragons tail with the back of his fingers. You paused, not quiet sure what he had said until it set in. Ember, like the end of a fire. Black with small flecks of fire. “I love it.” You beamed. “Its perfect!” You could see the pride in his eyes as Maknok smiled down at the small creature, at Ember, then looks back to you. You could see the love in his eyes when they met your own. He adored you. Turning so you were kneeling by his side, you reach up and cup his cheek. Leaning forward, you paused an inch from his lips, your nose knocking against his own lightly, playfully. A groan left Maknoks chest before he closed the distance. One hand reach up and ran through your hair to the back of your head, while the other pulled you closer. You reached up, running your fingers over his cheek, down his throat and chest then back up again. Maknok moaned into the kiss, making you smile against his lips. He kept your mouth on his own, to the point that when you didn’t pull back, you were gasping for breath. Your cheeks were bright red as your heart raced because of the kiss. you glanced up at Maknok, seeing him smiling softly at you. His smile was infectious as you felt it pull at your own lips. Sitting back by his side, you felt his arm loop around your waist and pull you close. You draped your arm over his stomach, burying your face in his neck and feeling him chuckle. “are you tired?” Maknok asked, ducking his head down to look at you. “Not really. Besides, one of us should stay up in case those hunters come back. They said they cut the mother dragons head off while she slept.” You pulled back, looking down at Ember when you heard a growl from Maknok. “They aren’t hunters. They’re cowards.” He shook his head and let out a sigh as he tried to calm himself. “So that’s what fell in the valley? The dragons body.” You nodded. Of course he would have been too far away to see what the large thing was. The image of the headless creature still fresh in your mind. “Yes. I stopped because I heard this little one whining. He had escaped but they threw wire and it caught his wing. He was buried in the snow. I think that’s why he likes you. You’re so warm.” You smile, lifting the tension as you lay your cheek on his broad chest. You hear him chuckle, making you smile. You felt a weigh across your lap, looking to see Lunar had lay her head on you again. Only, she was much further forward than before, so her neck was more on your lap and her snout reached across and was inches from Ember. She let out a soft huff, waking the dozing dragon with the small puff of air. When Ember sat up a little, Lunar growled. You were about to intervein, when Ember crawled up and onto the top of Lunars snout, flopping there and draping his wings either side. you had to cover your mouth to stop yourself from laughing. You didn’t know if Ember was mimicking what you had down when he was in the mountains or if he somehow thought that was a good idea. Lunar shook her head, easily dismounting the dragon as she sat up, huffing indignantly. Ember, apparently a dragon that doesn’t take no for an answer, crawled out of Maknoks lap, across your own and to Lunar. She sat still, her eyes watching carefully as the dragon flaps his wings, managing to get a little air, enough for him to land on her back. Lunars head snapped to you, so you reached up and gently stroked her snout, calming her but keeping an eye on Ember. He was lucky that she was so good, otherwise he would have been a chew toy by now. Ember curled up in her fur, finding a comfortable position again before lying down. Lunar let out a soft whine and turned her head. You felt your heart jump into your throat when you saw her open her jaws and take the dragon in them. But your fears subsided when Lunar turns back, showing that she was only lightly gripping the dragon to move him. Like a lioness would do when moving her cubs. She lay back down before dropping the dragon back in your lap. Ember whined but she lies back down with her head over your lap, right beside Ember. He looks expectantly at Maknok, who chuckles and rests his hand on your thigh so that Ember can still feel his head. Ember lets out a cheerful purr before curling up and settling down, his eyes closed. Lunars looks at you, so you gently stroke her neck, smiling at her. Happy with this, her eyes close and she lets out a soft huff of air. Next time you were in a town, you would get her a whole chicken for her to eat for this. “Thank you.” You look at Maknok who frowns in confusion. “For coming to find me.” “There was never a question.” He shakes his head. “I wasn’t leaving you.” “Good thing you came. I get in trouble a lot of the time.” You giggle. “Are you willing to put up with someone who seems to always find danger.” “I think danger finds you.” He smiles fondly. “But I think I know why.” “Why?” You ask, genuinely curious as to his thoughts. “You are the bravest person I’ve ever met. I think the gods know you’re too kind hearted so they send trouble your way.” He looks out the front of the cave into the darkness. “Then the gods sent me you.” You smiled, drawing his attention back as he laughed so loud he woke the two sleeping animals who glared at him before falling back asleep. “I am barely a gift. Just a scarred up orc following behind the angel who saved me.”  Maknok smiled slightly. “you know, you are free. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. Ive already told you that you owe me nothing.” You reached out, taking his other hand that was on his lap as the guilt filled you. “After a kiss like that? No, I am afraid you aren’t getting rid of me.” He chuckles, looking at you with a slight blush to his cheeks. “As long as you want me, I’m yours completely.” You duck your head, smiling as the blush spread across your cheeks. “It was a good kiss.” You giggle, feeling your heart racing. “another would be nice.” You look up at him, unsure if your request was too much. “My pleasure.” He leans forward and kisses you. It felt like he had a little more confidence than before as his lips moved against your own and seemed to dominate the kiss more than before. You let out a soft moan, so wrapped in the kiss that when he pulled back you were dazed. Despite wanting more, a lot more, the weight on your lap told you that if you moved again, they would be annoyed, so you gently kissed his tusk before, cuddling into his side again. You both talked long into the night till morning. You said that you’d write to the lord of the land, an animal lover, about the dragon corpse in the valley. He would probably want those responsible apprehended. In fact, he would end up setting up guards when spring nears to catch whoever came back for the body. He wondered how big Ember would get, but male dragons were normally smaller than female ones in this area, so you hazard a guess what he would be slightly bigger than Lunar, judging by the mothers size. In the morning, you all set out to meet up with the others. Ember took the change to fly every now and then. When he got bored of traveling around your neck, he would fly to Maknoks shoulder, then to Lunars back. You laughed every time he moved around. But when he wasn’t on you or Maknok, the orc would take the chance to kiss you, leaving you a blushing mess. You honestly couldn’t wait for Ember to meet the others. Although you had a feeling there would a couple of eyerolls. But you were sure what Maknok had said was right. Danger did find you, but at least you had him.

#orc x reader #monster x reader #male orc x female reader

[queenmylovely]

Okay but concept: being surprised when ben says he has a crush on you because hes Like That with all his friends (especially after a couple drinks) like youve lost count of the times hes kissed your cheek or hugged you for no reason and yeah it makes you go all gooey whenever he does it but that's just ben! he's an affectionate dude! Except then he admits its different with you and idk man im just real deep in my ben feels rn and oh that boy will be the death of me

Okay, Brigid how dare you send this to me right when I was going to get ready for bed, bitch? Jk, i love it and ily and mayhaps was inspired to write a quick blurb about it. 

Yeah, I wrote that before actually writing this and it’s 1.7k so it’s going below the cut. No warnings but fluff and awkwardness and cussing lol 

Masterlist

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You could still smell the intoxicating mix of cologne, scotch, and cigarettes and feel the ghost of warm arms wrapped around your body when someone’s voice pulled you from your haze.

“Earth to Y/N,” Lucy said, waving a hand in front of your face.

“Huh? What?” you asked confusedly after batting her hand away.

“Well I was trying to have a conversation with my friend, until Ben came up to hug you and so rudely interrupted me. Then you turned all mushy ‘cause you’re in love with him,” she said dryly.

“Wh- I- I am not in love with him,” you sputtered out, having made the mistake of taking a sip of your drink as she spoke.

“You’re in love with him, you think he’s cute, same difference,” she replied and you were about to protest when she kept talking. “I don’t know why the two of you don’t get together, or at least fuck.”

“Oh my- because we don’t have feelings for each other that’s why,” you reasoned and she gave you a withering look. “…Well he doesn’t have feelings for me, is that a good enough reason for you?”

Lucy laughed, actually laughed at your question and you frowned in confusion. “Are you kidding me? You don’t think that that man- Ben- has feelings for you? How do you explain his touchiness and lingering hugs and kisses on the cheek?”

You shook your head at her and explained, “Ben’s just a flirty person. He’s like that with everyone, especially when he’s tipsy.”

“Bullshit. He doesn’t hug me like that, with his hands wrapped tight around you, squeezing your waist, and practically running a hand through your hair. And he only kisses my cheek and just barely when we say hello and goodbye. He kisses you for no reason all the time,” she countered, her gaze set evenly with yours.

You opened and closed your mouth a couple times, trying to find a response even as Lucy’s description of what your and Ben’s hugs looked like made you feel warmer than usual. Then you said lamely, “That’s just because you have Rami. He’s not going to be the same with someone who’s in a relationship.”

“Okay, if you’re gonna keep talking this shit, at least go get me a refill,” Lucy said, holding her empty glass up to you.

You rolled your eyes but smiled and grumbled out, “Fine,” before grabbing her glass and heading to the bar.

The bar was a much louder scene than the one the two of you were in at your little high-chaired table for two. There were people shouting at one another in conversation, clearly too drunk to realize they weren’t using the correct volume. Many were clamoring for the bartender’s attention to order more drinks and you cringed at the thought of heading into the fray. Lucky for you, you spotted four of your friends in a little group and walked up to them, catching them at the end of a conversation.

“Just do it, you coward,” Joe laughed before taking a shot and you saw all the other three down theirs as well. His comment had been directed towards Ben, and you assumed it had been about taking the shot. Since you had walked up behind him, you couldn’t tell what he had thought of the shot he didn’t want to slam.

“Hiya guys,” you said cheerfully, and three sets of eyes moved to you in synch. Joe, Rami, and Gwil’s faces cracked into smiles as they started laughing for some reason, just as Ben whipped around to face you.

Ben’s face immediately flushed, a side effect of the alcohol you mused, and he cracked an uneasy smile of his own.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, his voice unusually high, but he still pulled you closer for a quick peck on the cheek as if he couldn’t help himself, and you felt heat spread from the point of contact across your entire face. Hopefully it wasn’t too noticeable.

“Whatcha up to?” Joe asked you goofily, nodding to the one practically full and one completely empty glass in your hands.

“Oh, I was sent to get a refill for Lucy. Apparently our topic of conversation requires some libation,” you joked, careful not to reveal anything specific.

“I can handle that, why don’t you stay and chat for a second?” Rami told you, grabbing the glass from your hand and walking up to the bar, somehow finding the one empty spot and getting the bartender’s attention right away.

“You know, I was just thinking I wanted to put a song on the jukebox. Help me find a good one, Joe?” Gwil asked, Joe nodded, and as they walked away together you saw them giggling and stealing glances back.

“Okay…” you said, taking one of their empty chairs to face Ben. You were about to make a comment about everyone’s strange behavior when you looked at Ben. His face was still flushed, and he kept glancing between you and his hands.

You reached out and placed a hand on his knee gently, “Ben, you alright?”

His knee tensed at your contact, and he looked at your hand apprehensively, so you started to move it away, self-conscious at having initiated the contact, but before you could completely, Ben grabbed your hand.

Looking up at him as you felt the warmth from his hand spreading up your arm and through your entire body, you waited for him to speak.

“Actually, can I talk to you?” he asked nervously.

“Of course, you can talk to me about anything,” you nodded, a little worried from his tone that something was wrong.

“…Do you wanna go outside for a bit? I can hardly hear my own voice in here,” Ben suggested and you agreed, following his lead out the door.

As soon as you stepped outside, you were hit with the temperature change. The bar had been hot and almost sweaty with all the people, but outside the air was freezing. You shivered, and rubbed your hands on your upper arms, hoping the friction would keep you warm.

“Oh fuck, I forgot how cold it is out here,” Ben said, after he turned back to you and saw your shivering form. He took off his overcoat and had you turn around, helping you to pull it on over your cute, but definitely too thin for the weather, sweater.

You turned back around, smiling at him for the friendly gesture. He smiled back at you, a dreamy look in his eyes at seeing you wrapped up in his too-big-for-you coat. The warm feeling it gave him distracted him from why the two of you had come outside.

“So…” you prompted, wondering yourself what you were doing out in the cold.

“Right, I’m supposed to be talking to you,” Ben said, shaking his head clear from those thoughts. “Basically, um, I just wanted to tell you– well, the boys told me to tell you– not that it’s not true or anything, I’m just kinda a coward and not good at this stuff– and I do want to tell you– I guess I think I’m trying to give hints or something, but, um, they told me that’s not enough and that I should just get over it and– I mean I’m just kind of nervous and I don’t, um, want to, uh, make anything weird– well, I’m–”

“Ben,” you said, interrupting his rambling lest he go on and on until the two of you froze. “Take a breath. I promise, whatever you’re trying to tell me will be alright,” you told him, trying to be a supportive friend through whatever seemingly troublesome thing he was trying to tell you.

He took your advice and breathed in and out in time with the guidance of your hands a couple times before he seemed ready. “Okay. What I’m trying to tell you is that I really really like you and have feelings for you, romantically. And I guess I’m hoping you feel the same way.”

You stared at Ben in shock, not moving except to blink a couple times in confusion. As you remained silent, Ben started getting a slightly panicked look on his face and lifted a hand to cover it slightly.

“Aw, fuck, I shouldn’t have said anything, now the whole group’s dynamic is going to be off–”

“Wait, Ben are you serious? Like, you’re for real?” you ask, interrupting him again and making him drop his hand to look at you.

“Serious about liking you? Yeah I’m serious about that,” he said a little sheepishly, dropping his gaze from yours.

“Like 100%, heart attack serious?” you repeated, the meaning of his words finally breaking through your shock.

“Yes, 100% heart attack serious, do we really need to drive this point furth– are you laughing?” now it was his turn to be confused and he looked back up to see you smiling and giggling. Even in his confused state he couldn’t help but return your beautifully contagious smile, “Why are you laughing?”

“Because, Ben, I’ve liked you for months, and Lucy just told me, like ten minutes ago, that you like me and I didn’t believe her,” you explained, taking a step closer to him, still smiling.

“She did? How’d she know? Did the boys tell her?” he asked you, skipping over the part where you said you liked him too.

“No, she said it was obvious with all the hugs and cheek kisses and stuff, but I didn’t believe her,” you admitted, taking another step closer.

“You didn’t?”

“No, I mean, you’re a pretty flirty drunk, Ben. Always giving and receiving those cheek kisses like no one’s business,” you said cheekily, taking one more step. “Then again, maybe I just notice it happening with everyone else because I’m jealous.”

“Jealous?” he asked, his voice higher again as you were now just one step away from being pressed up against him.

“Mhm,” you nodded, and you moved your forearms to rest on his chest, keeping one hand there but running a finger from the other hand along his cheek and jaw to his chin. Then you brushed the pad of your thumb ever so lightly along his parted lower lip. “Yeah I think I was just jealous because I wanted all of that attention, your lips on me, and my lips on you, and no one else’s anywhere.”

Ben’s hands found their way to your waist and he said, practically breathlessly, as he stared into your eyes, “That’s- that’s what I want too.”

“Yeah?” you asked, glancing between his eyes and lips and he moved closer and closer.

“Yeah,” he breathed over your lips, just before connecting his mouth to yours.

★★★ 

I’m also tagging because it’s practically oneshot length: @riseetothesun @caborhapch @drowseoftaylor @queenlover05

#anyway do you love how he gets subby at the end? lol I couldn't help myself also I hope its a good ending cause I wasn't sure #like the concept was she's surprised but in this she deals with the surprise and then is like okay yep gotta take over and kiss this boy #also where do I put this on my masterlist? it's fic length but blurb format. im leaning towards blurb esp bc it was not betad or planned lol #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #ben hardy #ben jones #blurb #sub!ben #fluff #ben hardy x reader #queenmylovely #terryboot #brigid #bohemianrhapsody #bohrap #bohrhap #bohemian rhapsody x reader #borhap boys #borhap x reader #although you could totally read it as nonspecified reader #just doing as many tags as possible lol #ben #hardy #jones #benjones #benhardy #ben jones x reader

[crystal-soba]

Happy Halloween here's some Halloween stuff

. Ghost face

.you were hardcore when it came to Halloween. your yard was covered in decorations and fun music. You knew this year your house was best in town. Your neighbor and you had an unspoken challenge, whoever has the best house wins this year's bragging rights.

.You dumped a handful of candy into kids bags, and got back to watching your spooky movie. The night was crawling to a stop, you had your popcorn and movie candy on the coffee table. Enjoying your movie, well until the phone rang. You got up and answered the phone "hello?" All you heard was some breathing. Pranksters. You hung up and walked back to your movie.

.The phone rang again, you sighed and walked to it again. "Hello?" Before you hung up you finally got an answer. " Hello y/n." The voice was a tad bit raspy and gravely. "Do I know you?" You sat back down on the couch "Well I hope so, I at least remember you. Do you remember me y/n?" You had no clue as to who's voice belonged to an old friend. "Can I get a few hints?" He chuckled. "Sure, we met in the seventh grade, I know everything about you, and I've been watching you for the past few weeks."

.You froze ''Sorry... I...I don't know who your talking about." He chuckled again "Where are you?" You could here him chuckle again. "It's not where I'm at. Its what room im in. And I must say your freezing cold."

.You looked around the living room about to walk In the bathroom "colder." You felt like you needed a weapon, you started walking towards the kitchen. "A little bit warmer but not quite enough. You pulled out the sharp knife from the wood block and stared down the hallway. You slowly walked down the hallway. "Warmer just a smidge. Warmer your getting the frost off of you. Warmer your next to a campfire. Hot. Your burning." You kicked the doors open holding the knife. He went quite, only three rooms left. The bathroom was a flat out dumb place to be in. Then there were two, your bedroom and the storage room.

.Both rooms had windows, you wouldn't care if you broke your legs if it got you away from this creep. This wasn't some prank you knew it. Storage it is. You didn't make a sound as you shuffled through the piles of box's. "Bingo." You screamed trying to kick him away from you. He wouldn't budge instead of pushing him away he grabbed your leg and pulled you towards him.

.He wrapped your leg around his waist, spun you around and slammed your back into the wall. He put a single, cold finger to your mouth to shush you. You didn't listen, you tried to toss and turn out of his harsh grip. He only slammed you harsher into the wall. You still had one leg forcefully wrapped around him and your hands pinned up above your head. "Who the fuck are you?"

.He kept staring at you. He didn't want to stop, he couldn't. He loved the look of fear on you, god you were the most interesting thing he's seen in months. He didn't remember how amazing you looked and sounded. It took him everything for him to not slam you into a bed and take you away from here, but why would he do that? He wanted the feelings to be mutual. Maybe you would like him.

."Your old friend. Danny" he whispered in your ear, you shivered you hadn't heard that name in years. He had a major crush on you since the fourth grade, he moved away and you hadn't heard from him in years. He constantly left heart shaped notes in your locker, you never knew who was leaving them until he moved away.

."D...Danny what are you... Doing?'' your legs shaked and your hands trembled, he loved it. You however wanted it to stop. It was all too uncomfortable. You felt his heart beat and sharp breathing on your neck. "Did you ever read them y/n?" What was he talking about? "My letters and notes. When your friends read them they laughed and ridiculed my letters. But you, well I never knew." You gulped. You did remember your friends laughing at the notes he left. But you never did, you loved the notes from your secret admirer.

."Ahhh you did. How were they? I mean they were kind of cheesy but I did put all of my heart into them." The other hand that was holding your wist moved to the side of your face. His knife was on the floor he didn't need to pick it up. "You know... I came here to kill you... I wanted your walls to be painted red. I mean, how long would it be before anyone found you... But now... Maybe I shouldn't, how can I hurt my little, oblivious, perfect y/n..?" ... perfect?

."I'm going to give you a chance to either come with me without a fight or I can knock you out and take you by force. Your pick." He slowly let go of you but kept a tight grip on your hand.

.You had no choice, either way you wouldn't be able to out run him. He yanked you along with him "I think we'll make an adorable little couple. Sitting together in our cosey little home with children running around and the best part is, nobody will find you." With that he slammed the door of the van and drove off.

.Your friends and family looked everywhere, no trace left besides a photo of you pinned against the wall and him smothering you. They gave up on you. The case was closed off as unsolvable as to where your body was left to rot you saw all of it on the news, Danny siting next to you stoking your hair.

.They didn't care enough to find you, your parents have given up and moved away, your friends have barely been phased by your 'death'. You wept into his lap, you felt broken and forgotten, left behind. "Shhhh it's okay y/n. It just goes to show how much they cared about you." He lifted your chin up "But that doesn't matter. You still have me. And I promise, I will never leave." You held onto his back clinging for human love.

.He did it. He had you all to himself, no one would ever touch you but him. He wanted to show you how much he loved you tonight, he could already imagine you with a ring and a comfortable life with him by your side. "Please don't leave me..." You wanted him to stay, it was almost too easy. "Never." He carried you to the bed that was now shared.

.He would make sure that you wouldn't leave. He was the only one you had left, well for now at least. Hammer the idea that you love him into your brain permanently. It would take time but it would be worth it

#oneshots #reader insert #ghostface #halloween

[burnedbyshoto]

Secret Santa Fic

pairing: todoroki shouto x midoriya izuku x valentine ashley (oc)

word count: 1,0005

warnings: fluff

a/n: im happy to announce to @ashleycakegamin that I was your secret santa!!!!! sorry if you think this sucks, it was quite hard to navigate writing an oc through anon only! if you hate it, i’m willing to rewrite or a “iou” sorta thing LOL happy holidays and enjoy love

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Ashley took a deep breath before she entered the ice rink. 

The sound of the blades of her shoes gliding against the ice floor calmed her down as voice echoed behind her.

“Valentine-chan!” Uraraka shouted from behind her, “wait up! We’re not sure what we’re doing!”

“Don’t fucking lump me in with you dumbasses,” Bakugou growled as he quickly joined Ashley onto the rink. “You’re the idiots who can’t fucking— SHIT!”

Bakugou landed on his back. 

Ashley watched from the far end of the rink as everyone piled onto the rink. Numerous of her classmates seemed to have been able to work out the smaller details of gliding on the ice floor, such as herself. Some people, such as Bakugou, found themselves eating shit, namely Midoriya and Todoroki. 

Seeing that they were unable to do anything Ashley felt her heart squeeze. Ice skating was a dangerous sport for her, not because it was dangerous, but because she found the metaphorical ice that surrounded her melted most often here. But still, she couldn’t help herself from gliding over to the two boys who were unable to stand. 

Wordlessly, she extended her hands to them, both boys freezing as they stared up at her. 

“Do you want to keep falling?” She asks, her tone cold as they seem to stare at her frozen in place. It takes a few seconds and a silent conversation between the two friends before they moved. 

They take her hand and Ashley can feel her cheeks heat up at the feeling of their larger and warmer hands in hers, but she shakes it off deciding instead to skate off immediately. 

Midoriya yelps in shock as he struggles to keep his bucking knees steady. Todoroki keeps trying to walk awkwardly on the ice floor resulting in his tremoring legs to increase sporadically. 

“You’re really good at this,” Midoriya laughs as his eyes concentrating on her feet. His hand grips onto her tightly as he slowly copies her gliding movement with his feet. 

Typical Midoriya, using his analysis to convert other actions into his own. 

Ashley nods her head as she sighs, “I have been skating for a few years now.”

His eyes light up in joy, there wasn’t much that he knew about her, and Midoriya always memorized the tiniest of details about her. 

“Todoroki-kun, I thought you would be good at ice skating?” Midoriya asked as he noticed his friend was still very much struggling to keep up. 

“It’s a bit different than what I’m used to,” Todoroki grits as he struggles to keep a balanced pace. 

“Stop trying to walk,” Ashley points out, “you’re supposed to be gliding.”

A small smile picks up on her cheeks when Todoroki continues to do everything but glide. Nevertheless, Ashley continues on. Midoriya is now at her side, effortlessly moving with her as Todoroki is slowly getting a hang of the gliding.

The rink is loud with the distant clamor of their class, but Ashley could only focus on the two boys next to her. She wasn’t dense, she knew that both of them liked her. As a matter of fact, she was insistent on helping them out because of that fact. She felt that it was weird that they liked her, while she was never mean to them, she never felt like she was particularly nice to them. These last few weeks this silent competition between the two of them had increased for her attention.

Midoriya was much better at attaining her attention, after all whenever Todoroki sat with her it was mostly silent.

Ashley realized her attention drifted when Midoriya’s hand squeezed hers gently. She looked over at the green-haired boy who pointed to the left. Aoyama was meters in front of them demonstrating the different tricks and spins he had learned by watching YouTube videos. Yes, their blond classmate was quite the gem.

“Are you going home for break, Valentine?” Todoroki asks from her right, and Ashley looks over at the boy who seems to be sweating in his attempt to keep up.

“Yes,” she answers simply, her gaze adverting from his as soon as she could.

Holidays at home was always a weird event. Ever since the death of her sister, she felt a need to be home, but it wasn’t the same no matter how hard she tried.

“Are holidays hard for you too?” Todoroki asks and Ashley freezes at the assumption. She had prided herself on being someone who could be like a steel wall. Unbreakable and not transparent in the slightest.

“A little,” she nods curtly, her face burning slightly as she remained a few paces in front of them. At this moment she was grateful for the cooler environment that calmed her frantic heart, and so to relax she breathed deeply to calm herself.

“Family is a bit complicated and hard,” Midoriya speaks up, surprising her. She had always thought Midoirya had a pretty normal upbringing after all. “Holidays really bring out the worst memories and forced interactions, so I can understand why you’re not excited. But… we’re your family now too. All of us, the entire class are your family now, and we’re here for you. If you want to stay with any of us ever, I’m sure it wouldn’t be an issue.”

For the first time, Ashley turned in her glide. Her hands letting go of theirs as she stared at the two boys. Todoroki nodded his head, his fingers moving the hair that fell into his eyes as he scratched the back of his neck.

“You mean a lot to us.”

A warm smile overcame Ashley’s features as Midoriya’s words warmed her up.

No matter how it made her body tingle, no matter how it hurt to her body, she continued to smile as she skated in a pressed a soft kiss to both of the boy’s cheeks.

“Thank you.”

Valentine Ashley was not the only person melting on the inside that day, and the sudden explosion of heat from Todoroki only proved it.

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