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#me hatching him: wow that's a lot of pink
justcallmeclover · 4 months
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Introductory post
Wow
Uhm hi if you're new here and not from my insta or anywhere I promoted this hi! You can call me Clover (or Eli), I use he/him pronouns, and I mostly ramble about my ocs from my silly little story called Bell's Requiem.
What is Bell's Requiem? Bell's Requiem is a story about a girl (Lily), who, along with her classmates, get trapped in a danganronpa/hunger games type situation if they were set in 1800's France with a lot of historical inaccuracies such as: robots, magical abilities, and Carl. So anyways their teacher dies and her replacement (Felix) is like "Yea yall should js like kill each other" and nothing happens so he kinda does everything himself (or has his two robot goons do it). Idk a lot of people die. Felix also decides to give them all magical abilities for whatever reason but Lily simply doesn't get any (cause she's a loser). Then a few chapters in Lily meets Detective Malice, Detective Ruben, and Hatch. Lily is convinced Malice and Hatch are gay (and she's right). Yada yada lots of chaos happens the story isn't completed giggle Areas: There are three main areas that our main characters are allowed to roam:
The Academy (Clé Evolutionary Academy)
The Elementary School (Clé Evolutionary Elementary)
The courtyard (The single area separating the two schools, has a fountain)
Characters:
Characters you'll commonly come across me doodling on here (and their identifiable traits) are:
MALICE (blonde long hair, mostly in a ponytail, trust me you'll get familiarized with him)
(For newcomers I am obsessed with this man it's actually a health condition)
Lily (blonde braids)
Hatch (red spikey hair, goggles)
Felix (brown hair, green eyes)
Surveillante (she's quite literally all white, like paper)
Monde (he's all black and white)
Carl (the only one with bright pink hair)
(idr who else I draw, I'll introduce them at some point)
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Giving myself tags so I can stay organized wowie zowie
#🍀 rambles (<- Clover rambling nonsense)
#bell's requiem (<-Story related shenanigans)
#bell's requiem oc (<-Idk maybe js an extra tag [shrug emoji])
#br txt (<- Idk text posts giggle)
#br fanart (<- Idk I get fanart sometimes so there's a tag for it now😨)
#🔍📜 (<-Malice shenanigans)
#💙🌼 (<-Lily shenanigans)
#🔧⚙ (<-Hatch shenanigans)
#⚜🥀 (<- Felix shenanigans)
#👁‍🗨⚪ (<- Surveillante shenanigans)
Ok I'm so sorry if this is confusing I'm still learning how tumblr works and I have no clue what I'm doing YIPPEEE
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soulykins-fr · 3 years
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Day 12: The most expensive
Zakuro (he/him) is?? Maybe my most expensive dragon? I’ve shelled out for gem terts for a couple of dragons and one time a gem primary, but never more than one gem gene for one dragon and I think wildclaw scroll beats them out lmao
Other that his wildclaw scroll though Zakuro was honestly pretty cheap. I found his fire egg while in the coli, hatched him, and brewed his trail gene myself to save on some money!! I already had most of his apparel and the accent he’s wearing is a fest skin I think I just had lying around
He’s a chimerical jackdaw from the effluvial crow subspecies! I just got into the subspecies and was training my first crow to 25 when his egg popped up and the discord chat encouraged me to hatch and I did have two wildclaw scrolls I was hanging onto already and... anyway yeah he ended up being an impulse keep, he’s Anahira’s adopted son and she loves him SO MUCH
and I love him too which brings me to part 2 of why he’s my most expensive: I got him some really lovely art by Hnai (#62021) !!!
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Happier|Part Two
A/N: Here it is! Thank you to everyone who has read part 1 and has sent back such kind feedback. It really means a lot! 
Part 1
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: swearing, angsty as hell 
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Just open the fucking door.
You hesitated as your right hand hovered over the familiar front door. Over the last five years you’ve always just walked in. This home was like your home. But now, he wasn’t just his.  
“Just walk in. It’s not rocket science.” You muttered to yourself. Sighing you tapped your fist against the wood. 
Your body relaxed a smile fell on your face as you heard Dodger’s familiar bark ring through the house as he approached the door. 
“Alright, bubba. Relax.” The butterflies flurried in your stomach as Chris’s voice carried past the door. You gave a small smile as the door flung open to reveal a shirtless Chris. “Why did you knock, you meatball.” 
You just shrugged and quickly gave him a hug. 
“What are your plans for tonight?” You asked as you both made your way to the kitchen, his arm slung loosely over your shoulder. 
“I was supposed to go watch the game with Scott but he wasn’t feeling too hot, so I’m actually just going to stay in. But don’t worry, I won’t get in the way of your girls night.” He laughed, ruffling your hair as you turned the corner and caught view of Carissa. 
“Yeah no boys allowed. Right, Y/N?” Carissa dried off her hands and rushed over to you, pulling you into a full body hug. You bit back the frustration when you realized that she was wearing the shirt that you always wore whenever you would spend the night at Chris’s, the familiar fabric like sandpaper under your fingertips now as you gently hugged her back. 
“Yeah. No boys.” You said meekly as you took another good look at her. The shirt looked way better on her than it ever did on you. It fell just below her hips, the way it did on you but she somehow made it look so stylish. She just had on a pair of workout leggings underneath and fluffy socks. Her blonde hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail and you noticed how she managed to not look like a founding father with her hair pulled back. 
Subconsciously you twisted the bottom of your oversized college crewneck in your fingers. You were practically wearing the same thing as her but you felt like a middle school girl in gym class while she just screamed model off duty. 
Add that to the reasons he noticed her and not me. 
You needed to stop comparing yourself to her. But it was hard when the stark contrasts were so evident. 
“So,” Carissa clapped her hands together. “Chris told me about your love for tequila so I made some of my famous spicy margaritas! And I just put on some popcorn and I may have gone a little overboard at Ulta today.” 
You followed her gaze and it landed on an array of face masks and nail polish. 
“Sounds like my que to leave. Have fun, ladies.” Chris pecked you on the cheek before pulling Carissa into a passionate kiss. You turned away, your face reddening. 
“Thanks, baby.” You heard Carissa sigh. You heard the sound of them kissing again and you looked for any welcome distraction. 
As if he could feel your pain, a wet nose booped your hand and you smiled down at your favorite little pup. 
“Hi buddy.” You bent down and pressed a kiss to his nose. “I’ve missed you so much. Yes I have.” You ruffled his fur and smiled a genuine smile as he started licking your face. 
“Oh boy, Bubba found his girlfriend.” Chris laughed as he bent down next to you. “I think he missed you more than I did when we were in Canada. Every time we would FaceTime his ears would perk up.” 
“That’s cause he’s my best bud.” You kept talking to Dodger. 
“Ouch.” Chris gently pushed you. You winked in his direction and for a moment everything felt normal. Chris’s eyes sparkled as if he was appreciating the normalcy too. 
“Chris, please.” You were snapped out of it when Carissa let out a playful whine. 
Chris blinked and then slapped his hands on his knees and stood up. “Alright, baby. I’m gone.” 
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - 
“He did not!” Carissa burst out laughing as you finished telling the story of when Chris singlehandedly knocked down an entire aisle in CVS. 
“I’ve never seen him turn so red in my life. I think he went back to that CVS every day for the next year to apologize. And of course he stayed afterwards to help clean up.” You wiped your eyes, tears falling from laughter. 
“Sounds just like him.”  
You took another sip of your margarita. You were surprised at how much fun you were actually having. You guys had just finished your second sheet mask of the night and were currently working on demolishing the stuffed crust pizza you ordered. Manis and Pedis to follow. 
“Have I walked in on an evil plan being hatched?” You both turned as Chris emerged from the basement, Dodger in tow. Thankfully he had put a shirt on because his tattoos always did something to you. 
“Had to share the CVS Incident of ‘17.” You replied as Carissa hid her face as she giggled again. 
“Oh god,” Chris groaned, slapping his hand to his forehead. “Please. Let that story die.” You watched as he positioned himself behind Carissa, caging her in with his arms. You always knew Chris was an affectionate person. If it was a year ago, you would have been the one trapped between him. He had a lot of love to give and wasn’t afraid to show it. He placed a kiss on the top of her head before his blue eyes met yours. 
You knew that he was silently asking you if you were having a good time. You could see the sense of hope that was behind the question. 
“You came up just in time for a manicure.” Carissa turned around on the stool and smiled up at her boyfriend. “I’m thinking hot pink would look amazing on you.” 
“I don’t know, I think he’s more of an aquamarine kind of guy.” You lifted up the shade of blue that was in front of you. “Compliments his eyes.” 
“Ooh, you are so right, Y/N/N.” 
“Wow, would you look at that? Looks like the game is back on.” Chris jokingly started moving away from Carissa.
“Oh come on, baby. One hand.” Carissa pulled at his hand, her lips coming out in a pout.
Chris gave her a look of fake annoyance but you could see the smile forming on his lips before he let out a dramatic sigh.
“One hand.” 
“Yay!” 
You watched as Chris sat down and Carissa got to work painting his nails. 
“Okay, Y/N. Tell me about the men in your life.” Carissa looked away from Chris’s hand and turned to you.
“Well, I guess you’ve already met them. Chris, Scott and Dodger are it.” You shrugged, half kidding and half not. Chris gave you a look of what you could only call pity and you chose to ignore him. You could feel your face become hot at your lack of a love life. 
“Oh that can’t be the case. You’re absolutely gorgeous, there’s no way that men aren’t all over you. Right, Chris? Tell her she’s beautiful.” 
“She knows I think she’s beautiful.” Chris said, his tone seriously as his eyes never left yours. “It’s more of getting her to know that.”  
“We’re not going to talk about it.” 
You and Chris stared each other down before Carissa cleared her throat. 
“Well one day you are going to find something like what we have.  The hopeless romantic in me truly believes that there is someone for everyone; and I know that if we can find happiness like this, so can you. You’re an amazing person, Y/N.” 
You looked down and bit your lip. You wanted so badly not to like her, to have her be some terrible person so you could justify the feelings that you had for her boyfriend. And yet, here she was, being the kindest person and caring truly for your feelings and your happiness. 
“Thank you, Carissa.” 
She smiled a toothy grin before turning her attention back to Chris. Chris kept his eyes on you a moment longer but when you didn’t look back he sighed and focused on his girlfriend. 
- - - - - - - 
“You don’t have to do that.” Carissa came up behind you as you finished washing the plates from before. 
“It’s really no problem.” You shrugged. “You did all of this, the least I can do is clean up.” 
“Yeah, but you’re my guest. A host should never have her guest clean up.” You knew she meant it without malice but the words stung. She was right. That’s all you were in this house, a guest. You were their guest. They lived here, together. 
You just nodded and finished the plate you were cleaning before stepping away from the sink so Carissa could finish. You mumbled that you were headed to the bathroom and quickly made your departure from the kitchen. 
You rounded the familiar corner and bit your lip as you were five steps away from the bathroom, where you could finally take a deep breath. 
“Hey sweetheart.” You jumped as Chris stepped out of his bedroom, a grin plastered on his face. “I think you made a good call on the nail polish color.” He waved his fingers in your face, jokingly. 
You let out a soft laugh but refused to meet his eyes, instead eying the bathroom door that was so close and yet so far. 
“Okay, come on.” Chris’s voice got serious. “Is there something going on at work? Are you sick? Why are you so…” Chris motioned his hands up and down your body. 
“So what, Chris?” 
“So sad?” His eyebrows creased in concern. “You know you can tell me anything.” 
Not everything. 
“I told you at the restaurant, I’m fine.” 
“Yeah and I barely believed you then.” You bit your lip and once again looked away from him. You should have known that he knew you were lying out of your ass. 
“Chris, it doesn’t matter. It’s not your problem.” You huffed. 
“Of course it’s my problem.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing.
“But it’s not.” You snapped. Chris took a step back at your sudden change in attitude. “Just back off. You’re not my boyfriend.” 
“And?” He snapped back, but he did move closer to you. He reached out and grabbed your forearms, pulling you into him.  “I may not be your boyfriend but I am your best friend.” 
“Chris, just let it go. It doesn’t even concern you.” You lied as you pushed him away.  
“Well clearly this one thing as something to do with me. Since you’ve been acting like a mega bitch since I got home.” He crossed his arms. 
You took a step back. Chris had never called you that before. Yes, you two had gotten into some heated discussions in the past and maybe have gone a couple times without talking to each other for maybe a day. But never once has he called you a bitch. 
“Chris!” Carissa’s scolding voice came from behind. “Apologize to her right now, there is no reason to call any woman that word.” 
Chris’s gaze held yours before it softened. 
He sighed and dropped his arms. “Fuck...sweetheart. I’m-” 
“Thank you for having me over, Carissa. I really did have a great time.” You turned away from him before he could finish. “I think I’m going to head out though.” 
“Of course.” Carissa glared at Chris over your shoulder. “Please let us-or me, know when you get home. We can plan another one soon.” 
“Sure.” You smiled weakly at her before casting one last look at Chris. He opened his mouth to say something but you just shook your head and made your way out of the house. 
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stargaze-sunflower · 3 years
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Prompt: Huey Dewey Louie hanging out?
This is a lot less chill than I was originally going to write akjsdkjs but this came to me and I couldn't stop it.
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Louie glared angrily up at the slowly brightening sky, thinking that if he projected enough of his extreme irritation out at the universe, maybe the time of day would change to something more manageable. It was an odd thing to hope for, but stranger things had happened. Stranger things were happening right now.
“Pick up the pace, Lou!” Dewey called back to him in an unsettlingly loud whisper, still holding onto his wrist and tugging him along down the path outside the mansion. He hadn’t let go of him since he’d dragged him out of bed somewhere around five minutes ago with the promise that he wouldn’t regret it. “We’re in a bit of a time crunch, here.”
“The sun isn’t even up, Dewey,” Louie said, annoyed, using his free hand to gesture at their surroundings. “If there’s something that needs to happen this early, in no universe should it have anything to do with me.”
Dewey just snickered at him and tossed him a short grin over his shoulder. “Even the universe makes exceptions.”
“Wow,” Louie said flatly. “Where’d you get that one?”
“Something Webby said,” Dewey answered, pausing to chuckle as Louie tripped over a loose pebble and huffed. “I think she was quoting something, but I dunno for sure.”
“No one ever does,” Louie said, and then he sighed heavily, glancing towards where the tip of the sun was just beginning to show. “Really, though, why does whatever this is have to be now?”
“Less chance of getting caught.”
Louie’s eyes widened in mild surprise. “Are we sneaking out right now?”
Dewey just grinned, and despite himself, Louie huffed a little laugh.
“Huey’s gonna flip, you know,” Louie said amusedly. “He says the two of us alone together are practically a disaster magnet.”
“More like fun magnet,” Dewey said stubbornly, and Louie rolled his eyes with a smile. “And besides, Huey’s already at the plane.”
Louie almost choked on air. “He’s at the what now?”
“The plane,” Dewey said, excitement in his voice, along with something teasing. “You haven’t figured out where we’re going by now? You’ve lost your touch.”
“It’s early,” Louie shot back. “Give me a break.”
“That’s the plan,” Dewey said mysteriously, and Louie narrowed his eyes at his brothers back.
Before he could ask any further questions – such as ‘where are we going?’ or ‘does anyone know about this?’ or the current favorite, ‘have you lost your mind?’ – they arrived at the open entrance to the Sunchaser, and Dewey finally let go of his wrist for the sole purpose of spinning around and giving him a bow and a grin, sweeping his arm out to the side as if presenting the plane to him.
“Your chariot awaits,” Dewey said grandly, and Louie just blinked at him.
“You do realize that nothing good ever came from stealing an aircraft, right?” Louie asked.
“Yeah, well,” Dewey said, tilting his head back to glance at the plane. “This one’s not going to space.”
Louie huffed a laugh, slowly making his way past Dewey and onto the ramp. “You know better than to say that with confidence.”
Huey was waiting for them at the top of the ramp, three backpacks packed and waiting in a heap behind him. He was smiling.
“I’m surprised you got him here this quickly,” Huey told Dewey, sending a teasing glance Louie’s way. “I’d guessed it’d be three more minutes before you made it.”
“Have a little faith, Hue,” Dewey said, clapping their older brother on the shoulder as he walked past. “My skills are beyond your understanding.”
Huey rolled his eyes as Dewey continued further into the plane, presumably getting ready for takeoff. He’d been taking his lessons more seriously, lately, and even Louie could admit that he’d gotten good. If they really were leaving, he trusted him to get them there safely. He’d be back in bed already if he didn’t.
“He dragged me here against my will,” Louie said, just to set the record straight. Dewey wasn’t a miracle worker, but he had a strong grip, and Louie hadn’t really fought it.
“He didn’t even tell you where we were going, did he?” Huey asked, amusement clear in his voice.
“He said it was a surprise.”
Huey chuckled and shook his head hopelessly, beckoning Louie inside. “I guess it is.”
They climbed up to the second level via the ladder, and Dewey glanced back at them from where he was hitting buttons and flipping switches.
“Almost ready,” he said, hitting a button and turning back to watch as the plane hatch closed. Then he looked at Huey with a secret smile. “Did you tell him yet?”
Huey opened his mouth to respond, but Louie beat him to it.
“No,” Louie grumbled, crossing his arms. “He hasn’t.”
“Why don’t you try to figure it out?” Huey suggested, grinning softly at him and sharing a look with Dewey. “If you really can’t, then we’ll tell you.”
Louie sighed greatly, perhaps more dramatic than was strictly necessary, but he still turned away from them to look for any clues they might’ve left. Immediately, his eyes landed on something bright and colorful, attached to long sticks.
Hobo bindles?
Next to them were several cans, stacked together on the ground. He narrowed his eyes.
Cans of beans?
With mild shock and fragile hope growing in his chest, he turned back to look at his brothers, who were smiling back at him with a knowing look in their eyes.
A carefree attitude?
No way.
“Are we— You— We’re going—?” Louie couldn’t seem to pick something to say, but thankfully they understood him anyway.
“Yep,” Dewey laughed, grinning at him, wide and happy. “Get ready to have your wildest dreams come true!”
Louie bounced his gaze between his older brothers with wide eyes, searching for any sign of deception of exaggeration. Finding none, his jaw dropped.
“Big Rock Candy Mountain?” Louie asked, somewhere between disbelieving and choked up.
Huey nodded. “Where there’s Cherry Pep springs and the conman sings!”
“Where the gold geyser spews cash just for you’s!” Dewey piped up.
“Where all your laziest, schemiest dreams come true!” They said together, dissolving into laughter right after.
Louie watched them laugh, feeling emotion well up in his throat and excitement build in his stomach.
“But you— you’ve already been,” Louie said. “Why—”
“Not with you,” Huey interrupted, stepping forward to set his hand on Louie’s shoulder. “And something tells me that this time will be even better.”
Slowly, Louie smiled, letting out a shocked, happy laugh. Huey’s own smile got wider.
“Bet you’re glad I dragged you out of bed, huh?” Dewey asked, teasing.
“Don’t make a habit of it,” Louie said, feeling light and carefree.
“Don’t tempt me,” Dewey shot back lightheartedly, and then he turned back to the plane controls. “Ready for takeoff?”
Huey and Louie sat side by side in the copilots seat, and outside the sun was painting the sky in oranges and pinks. Louie was glad he hadn’t missed it.
“Yeah,” he said. “Ready.”
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sheerxfiction · 3 years
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Taste [Sunny X Reader]
Description: You like to pull bullshit pranks on Sunny to flirt with him. Normally you can run away fast enough before he can give you shit, but this time, he actually caught you.
A/N: First of all, I’m totally offended by the lack of Toriko fan fics out there like what the fuck??? Time to do god’s work I guess. This is an old fic of mine that I revamped a little with some better wording. This isn’t as old as I thought and was written in 2018, but a few years can make quite the difference sometimes. Here she is, since I need to fill the space as I draft up my newer stuff. <3 Hopefully this gets some much needed love like Sunny deserves.
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You didn’t exactly remember how or when this whole thing started, but you’d always found yourself hanging out at the side of one of the Four Heavenly Kings: Sunny. You had started by working incredibly hard to become a world renowned chef as your own personal goal, and on your journey in doing so, you simply ended up sticking with him longer than you initially anticipated. Eventually, you ended up hanging out with him as if you had always been friends for ages, even claiming yourself as his personal chef as a light jest. You often made many artful variations of his full course menu whenever he brought you the ingredients to do so, which is where that personal chef joke had originated from. It was honestly one of your favourite things to do though; simply cooking for him and messing around like the good friends you were.
There was one thing you loved to do more than cooking for him though, and that was ripping on him day in and day out with dozens of small pranks, jokes, and methods of obnoxious behaviour that bordered on terrorising him. You could say that it was your favourite method of flirting with him as well, as you adored being a tease. Not that it was too overly obvious anyway, as he was too busy shouting at you to ‘knock it the hell off’ as you ran away cackling like a mischievous little goblin. 
Recently though, you had hatched a plan that you deemed absolutely genius, excitement coursing through from simply thinking about it. This particular prank would normally be considered weak or childish, but on Sunny, it would be perfect. What you had planned to do was take a fat chunk of dry ice from your storage and swipe it across one of his light blue strands of hair. Since those strands were much more sensitive to colder temperatures, you figured that a quick hit of icy goodness would serve as a perfect prank and give him a good little jolt.
Soon the time had come for you to execute your plan, now being the time when Sunny took one of his beauty naps. You were originally visiting to have a little bit of a girls day with Rin, but now was the perfect time to sneak away and pull a fast one. You crept away to the kitchen where you had hidden one of the dry ice chunks that you brought along, carefully handling it with a pair of gloves. A wide grin spread on your face as you gripped it tightly, exiting the kitchen to go and find Sunny to do your deed. 
As you snuck through the halls, you eventually came across the room where Sunny was napping, his hair spread out lazily behind him as he reclined in a fancy chair. He looked so at peace, the gentle rise and fall of his chest indicating he was lost in the sweetness of sleep. That peace wouldn’t last the poor man much longer though, you silently snickering as you snuck up behind him with an outstretched hand holding the dry ice. You counted down in your head from five, and upon reaching one, you dragged the extremely cold chunk down a long thick strand of his pale blue hair, causing him to suddenly wake with a shrill scream as he leapt up from the chair thanks to the amplified sensation of cold. You couldn’t stop yourself from snorting out loud before you busted out in a fit of giggles, throwing your ice and glove away and turning on your heel to run away from him as fast as you could, aiming to get the hell out of dodge before he had the chance to retaliate. 
You thought for sure that you’d get away, especially since he was in shock. You were gravely mistaken though. Just as you got to the doorway, you found yourself caught up in the fine golden strands of his hairs, suspending you in the air where you once stood. 
“What the everloving FUCK was that for?!” Sunny yelled, looking quite enraged as he held you up to his height and stepped up close to you with his arms firmly crossed over his chest, brows furrowed in irritation.
Caught in the act, you let a guilty grin make its way onto your face as you shrugged casually in the grip of his hairs. “Oh no reason in particular. It was just a reeeeally good prank.” You answered with a chuckle. “You know I like to mess with you every once in a while~”
He only stared at you with narrowed eyes, waiting to see if there was a catch or other sort of motivation hiding behind your statement. He studied you, cautiously feeling you up with his feeler strands. “You taste of both nervousness and excitement. What the hell are you plotting?”
You snorted loudly, amused by  his wariness. “You’re tasting the wrong thing, you pink clothed dingus.” You said, licking your lips in a suggestive manner. 
Sunny had suddenly blushed slightly, getting annoyed by your teasing. “Shut the hell up you hooligan. You better be thinking of what you’re going to do as an apology. My poor hair fibres deserve one.”
“Well, I can do anything you want me to for an apology, Sunny-san~” You hummed.
His eyebrow twitched, watching you hang there with your heavy implications. You were making it so painfully obvious now, and he could no longer ignore the hints you were dropping. He knew exactly what you wanted, and he had to admit, he wanted it too. There really was no good opportunity for him to do this, but perhaps now was the perfect time.
“Well. In that case, I’ll be taking what I want from you, and I’ll be taking it right now.” He grunted, stepping forward and finally yanking you into a kiss that had been anticipated for months. 
You were honestly surprised. You had been trying to get him to kiss you for literal months now, and all it took was pissing him off a little and an appropriate amount of provoking. This pleased you greatly, loving this moment as it unfolded. You tried to kiss him back, but his touches were of course restricting you from getting any closer to do so properly. Whining a bit, you struggled to be released and earned a chuckle from Sunny, having his own victorious moment at your expense. He eventually let you go though, allowing you to get closer and truly get what you wanted and enjoy the moment. Doing exactly that, you slid your hand up into his hair while pressing your body close to his, hanging off off his shoulders as you toyed with the colourful strands. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sensation, finding enjoyment in every move you made with him. 
You eventually broke away to catch a breath, looking incredibly pleased with yourself. Gazing up at him with a smirk, you felt truly victorious now that you got him to kiss you. He simply looked back down at you with a rather satisfied expression, unopposed to the events that unfolded. 
“Mm, that was the most beautiful thing to happen today.” He said with a lengthy breath, resting his arms on your shoulders lazily. 
“Are you sure? You do say that about a lot of things, you beauty nutcase.” You questioned with a raised brow.
He scoffed, baffled by you questioning his words. “Wow, you doubt me? I’m as sure as I’ll ever be. That was indeed the most beautiful thing I’ve done, and you’re the most beautiful person I could’ve ever asked to share that with.” He chuckled, leaning in close and licking your cheek suddenly. 
“... and tasted.”
“SUNNY!” You laughed, grossed out, yet happy to share this little moment with this beauty obsessed dork over something so incredibly stupid.
This was a definite start to a relationship that would be going all sorts of places. With a man like him, there wouldn’t be a dull moment at all.
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shyneanon · 3 years
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Been a while since I wrote a one-shot of my own inspiration! I had a bit of writer’s block, but I thought of something, and here it is! Just a little one-shot about Classic Sans that I wrote way too late at night.
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Whenever Sans and Papyrus went to the grocery store, Sans would joke about sitting in the cart like a child. Paps’ frustrated responses were amusing.
But obviously such a thing wasn’t actually possible, so Sans had to stick with walking. It could be hard to keep up with his brother, so a lot of the time Papyrus just let him watch the cart while he strode around grabbing everything they needed. Goodness knew he was strong enough to.
This was one of those moments, so Sans lay his head on the handle to the cart, resting it. Man, it was cold near the dairy section. But his hoodie kept him warm, so he started to feel his consciousness slip away.
He noticed movement and his eyesockets instinctively blinked open. It was just a person; a girl, specifically, shopping nearby. Well, it was a distraction from falling asleep, and Paps got upset when he fell asleep, so he kept his eyes on you.
It looked like you weren’t used to this store; you were taking a while to find everything, and your eyelids would flutter in confusion as you glanced around the shelves.
You had long lashes….
Sans blinked, and attempted to shake the thought off. Random observation. It happens.
You grabbed something and gently brushed your hair out of your face so that you could read it. Your fingers looked really delicate…. And your hair looked so soft…. Sans watched it move as you unconsciously adjusted it. He found himself growing more awake as he watched, though he wasn’t sure why.
As you picked up something else and started reading it, you shifted your weight so that it was mostly resting on one leg. Sans’ gaze travelled down to your waist.
C… Curvy….
More messing with your hair. Sans… liked it when you did that….
You turned around, putting one of the items in your cart, and Sans got a proper look at you.
He didn’t notice when he mumbled, “Whoa.”
“SAAANS!”
He jumped, and looked over at his brother, who was glaring down at him. “What?”
“I SAID YOUR NAME AT LEAST FIVE TIMES, SANS!” He turned, following Sans’ previous gaze. “WHAT ARE YOU…”
He saw you and blinked. You were in the middle of checking your phone. You leaned forward a bit and your pose accentuated your curves; for some reason Sans suddenly felt very flustered and he glanced away. Was his face hot?
Papyrus gasped. “SANS! YOU’RE WATCHING A GIRL!” He grinned. “DO YOU LIKE HER?”
Well, if his face wasn’t hot before, it definitely was now. But he managed not to look alarmed. “Of course. You know me, Paps. Huge romantic.”
“DO NOT COVER THIS UP WITH JOKES! I, YOUR BROTHER, CAN SEE THAT YOU ARE CLEARLY ENAMORED WITH HER--”
Oh my God OK no. “Shhh!” Sans said.
“NO, I WILL NOT SHH!” He beamed. “COME ON, I HAVE AN IDEA TO HELP YOU TALK TO HER!”
He grabbed Sans’ arm and started pulling him in your direction. What is he doing? Sans legitimately considered shortcutting to escape, but that would upset Papyrus more deeply than intended. He’d noticed that Papyrus felt it was sort of selfish, using one’s abilities to just get yourself out of any situation you didn’t like.
Which it probably was.
“HELLO!” said Papyrus, and you looked up from your phone. Oh no I’m right in front of her. Why did he feel so nervous?
“Oh,” you said, smiling at Papyrus. “Hi.”
“WE NOTICED THAT YOU LOOKED LIKE YOU COULD USE SOME HELP!”
Now that he wasn’t being dragged at his brother’s much faster speed, Sans tucked his hands in his pockets, trying not to look nervous. What did looking… not-nervous look like, exactly?
“It’s not a big deal,” you said, looking embarrassed. “I’ve just never been here before.”
“WELL MY BROTHER SANS WOULD BE HAPPY TO HELP!”
Before Sans could do anything, he was shoved in your direction, albeit gently.
“HE IS A VERY HELPFUL PERSON WHEN HE WANTS TO BE!”
Your eyes went to him.
Wow, your eyes….
Sans raised one hand, smiling as casually as possible. “Hey.”
“Hi,” you said, smiling back. She’s smiling at me.... “Are you sure you wanna help?”
“Yeah, of course. My brother’s got us covered.”
“Thanks! You guys are so nice, if only everybody offered help to random people like this.”
“THANK YOU!” said Papyrus. “IT WAS SANS’ IDEA!”
Paps was lying? Paps never lied. Sans hadn’t realized that Paps would attempt to be his wingman in a situation like this. This is so embarrassing….
“I WILL SEE YOU OUTSIDE, SANS!” said Paps, and he went for their shopping cart.
Your attention went back to Sans and Sans felt his soul leap a little. Not sure what else to do, he held his hand out. “Hey. Nice to meetcha.”
“Nice to meet you too,” you said, and took his hand-- Why did I hold out my hand?! That had been a terrible mistake; your touch felt like a small jolt. Still, the two of you shook. “I’m (y/n).”
“Pretty name,” Sans said without thinking, then immediately felt his face get warm. Stop, stop blushing. C’mon. You act fine when you’re not all the time, this should be easy.
“Oh.” Was your face pink? “Thanks.” You looked at your phone again. “I’m shopping for my parents. We don’t need a lot, I… promise this won’t take up much of your time.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Thanks. Mm… we need cashews.”
Sans remembered a joke.
A joke. That would make him feel less awkward.
“Knock knock,” he said, not addressing what you’d said, and you blinked.
“Huh?”
“Knock knock.” He winked. “You’re supposed to say who’s there.”
When he winked he could swear he saw your face turning a soft rose color. It was so pretty.... But you smiled and said, “Who’s there?”
“Cash.”
“Cash who?”
Another wink. “No thanks, I prefer walnuts.”
You snorted and laughed a little. “That was horrible. I love it.”
Cute laugh…. Sans’ face got warm. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, I’ve got very low standards for humor.” You said it playfully.
“Well that’s great,” he replied with a grin, “cuz all my jokes suck.”
You thought a moment, then said, “I’ve got one.”
“Yeah?”
“Knock knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“Hatch.”
“Hatch who?”
“Oh, bless you.”
Sans let out a snort and a chuckle of his own. “Nice.”
“I have the feeling you know way more than I do,” you said, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re probably right.”
Your grin was so, so nice.
“C’mon, tell me more on the way there,” you said, and Sans’ soul leapt again.
“Sure,” he said, shrugging.
The rest of the shopping trip was mostly comprised of Sans leading you to various items while delivering terrible puns, and they made you laugh. Your laugh really was so cute.
Your face suddenly flushed red, and Sans blinked.
“What?” he said.
“Um… thank you.”
… Oh shit, did I say that out loud?
“Sorry,” he said, immediately trying to recover. “Did I say something weird?”
“N-- no,” you said, “it wasn’t weird, just… unexpected, hah.” You were still smiling, and your face was still pink. Had you liked the compliment…?
After a second, you looked back at him.
“I’m gonna miss you when this is over,” you said with a smile. You’d said it in a playful tone, but Sans still felt his face get hot. No, no, don’t blush in front of her, come on….
“Hey, me too. You seem cool.” He winked, and you turned pink.
“Stop doing that,” you said with a smile, “I’m trying to figure out if you’re flirting with me.”
“Do you want me to be?”
Your face got redder, but you shrugged. “Sure, I guess so.”
Sans’ soul felt like it was floating.
“Then I’m flirting with you,” he said, leaning on your shopping cart and giving you what he hoped was an attractive wink. You snickered. He wasn’t sure if that meant he’d looked stupid, but the reaction was a positive one regardless.
You looked back at your phone. “Um… oreo cookies.”
“Yum.” He thought, then said, “Those are on the other side of the store.”
“Ugh,” you said, but you were smiling. “I have to walk. It’s so much work.”
“Hey, I feel you.” He considered. “But…”
“... But?”
“I could get it faster.”
“How--”
Sans shortcutted to the aisle with the Oreo cookies, grabbed two boxes, and then shortcutted back to you. You looked bewildered-- probably wondering where he had gone and now wondering how he’d suddenly reappeared.
“What the heck?” you said.
For some reason, this made him feel really self-satisfied. “You wanted one or two boxes?”
You blinked. “How’d you do that? You… What did you even do?”
Sans shrugged. “I call it shortcutting.”
“So… it’s like… teleporting? You can teleport?”
Sans raised a finger to his teeth and winked. “Don’t tell anybody, kay? It was just for you.”
Your face lit up. Sans felt kind of dazed from looking at it. He couldn’t believe he was making you blush like that….
“Thanks,” you said softly. Looking a little embarrassed, you said, “We, um, only need one box though.”
“Cool,” said Sans, “I’ll just buy the other.”
You smiled as he put the single box in your cart.
By the time the two of you had left the store, Sans was almost halfway through with his box of cookies. Papyrus was, indeed, outside. Were the doors not automatic Sans assumed he’d probably be holding them open for every single person entering. And exiting.
“SANS!” he groaned. “OF COURSE YOU GOT SUGAR!”
“Sorry,” said Sans, grinning, “couldn’t help it.”
“YOUR TEETH ARE GOING TO GET ALL COVERED IN CHOCOLATE! YOU’LL NEED TO BRUSH THEM TWICE WHEN WE GET BACK!”
“Sure thing.”
You seemed amused. “You two are sweet.”
“THANK YOU!” said Papyrus. Sans just shrugged, feeling his face warm up again.
“... Hey.”
“Yeah?” said Sans.
Your face was pink. “Do you think… it would be OK if I gave you my number?”
... Really?
“Y… yeah,” Sans said, “of course.”
You held out your hand for his phone and he handed it to you, watching you as you typed it in. He couldn’t believe that… you… were giving him your number.
Wow.
He tucked his phone back in his pocket when it was handed back, and the two of you said, “Thanks” at the same time. Your smiles widened and you both blushed.
“See ya,” said Sans.
“See ya. Thanks for the help.”
“No problem.”
As you walked off, Sans felt like he was high on something. His soul was fluttering….
“YAY! YOU GOT HER NUMBER!”
Sans started. You weren’t out of earshot yet and Papyrus was already yelling.
“Yep,” he said, trying not to let it seem like a big deal.
“I AM SO PROUD OF YOU! YOU GOT A GIRL’S NUMBER!”
Sans’ face was hot all over again. He glanced over in your direction and saw that you were watching them with an endeared smile. Whyyyy?
But at the same time….
“It’s all thanks to you, Paps.” Sans smiled. “I never would’ve talked to her if you hadn’t forced me.” It was true. He would’ve been far too shy.
“OF COURSE! IT IS MY JOB AS YOUR BROTHER TO HELP YOU WHEN YOU NEED IT, AND YOU NEEDED HELP TALKING TO HER!”
“Thanks, bro.” He winked. “I’d say that I’d do the same for you, but the Great Papyrus won’t be nervous when he finds a girl he likes.”
“OF COURSE NOT! NYEH HEH HEH!”
The two of them headed for Papyrus’ car. As much as Sans joked with his brother, he wished he had the confidence Paps did.
But he was lucky that Paps was always there to help when he didn’t.
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Two Shorten the Road
Part 2
Joel dawson x reader
Warnings: none I think
Word count: 1951
Promt: you and joel are of to a great start on your journey, that is until your get attacked by one of the mutated monsters
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I’ve always hated goodbyes, especially when they might be forever. Joel and I had packed quickly and said our goodbyes.
“So joel, you gotta use your advantages, so like your small and fast, so ya know, don’t fight! Just run, run and hide” Tim told Joel
“Take care of him Y/N”
“Stay alive you two!”
“For real! Do not die!”
I met joel right under the bunker’s exit hatch. He looked at me, fear and excitement in his eyes
“You ready?” He asked as he adjusted his backpack
“As ready as I’ll ever be” I said looking up at the ladder
“You know you don’t have to-“ he stared before i cut him off, what was ur gonna take for him to understand that I was coming and that was that.
“I want to, really, I do” I said smiling at him
“Alright then” he said. He looked up and began climbing up the ladder, I followed after him.
We pushed the hatch open, and Joel helped me out. The sun was hot against my skin. I looked at joel. He was looking is all directions, amazed by the sight of the trees and grass. I smiled at him, remembering how long it had been since he’d been outside. We made eye contact, he took a deap breath. Joel jumped down and I followed.
“Ok so, we need to go west” he said looking at his map
“Right…West” I said looking around, I had no idea which way was west, i normally just followed everyone when i went out hunting.
“This is not….very helpful” he said looking at the map
Joel began walking one way, still looking down at his map. He turned noticing I wasn’t following him. Then he began walking the other way
“We’re gonna die” I said
“Hey just because I’m not entirely sure which way is west does not mean we are screwed” he said defensively
“Actually Kato that’s exactly what it means” I said, grabbing the map from his hands
He looked around, thinking for a second as I studied his map. Suddenly he began walking again, i quickly ran up behind him
“Let’s go this way, ya west is this way” he said, nodding confidently “split the difference, done! First decision made”
And we were off
It’s so weird being outside with Joel. I’m hardly used to being outside in general, and joel. Man I cannot even believe why joel is thinking right now, I mean he hasn’t been outside in 7 years. We have been walking for about one hour. We were walking through what seemed like a deserted neighborhood. There were a lot of cars and busses. Covered in vines, rusting away. Preoccupied with what was around me and not what was below me, I tripped, falling on my face.
“Oh shit! Y/N are you ok?” Joel ran over helping you up
“Yup, ya I’m good” I said dusting myself off. I looked up at joel, his eyes had worry behind them. I smiled telling him I was ok. His hands slowly let go of me. I looked down at what I had tripped over. A hot pink frisbee, how convenient.
“Ya I know, I know, your like an strong bad ass” he said jokingly
You laughed and pushed his arm as you began to start walking again
“Y-ya know I never thanked you and stuff, for ya know? Coming with me, I’m actually really glad you came, I don’t think I could do this without my best friend” he said, looking at his feet
“You don’t need to thank me joel, I don’t think I would have been able to stay one day in that colony without you” I smiled
“Also I really do need to thank you because I’m pretty sure I would have been killed already, to death” he said nodding his head
“Killed to death? Really? Wow sounds gruesome” u said laughing
“Wow” he said and we broke out laughing.
Suddenly a sort of rumbling sound came from somewhere, I couldn’t tell which direction. I looked at joel, panic now rest in his eyes.
“Run and hide” he said repeating what he had been told before leaving the bunker “hide….hide in the house! Y/N this way!” He said running toward the house, i threw my bow over my back, adjusting it and then running after him.
The house was quite, the wood creaked under my feet. I took off my bow and grabbed the arrow. Now I was ready to fight whatever bastard was gonna attack us. The sound got louder causing both me and Joel to run outside through the back door. We stumbled out of the house. I looked over at him and he shrugged. Suddenly another sound came from behind us. Bubbles. Me and Joel slowly turned around to see a little pond that had bubbles emerging on its surface. I grabbed an arrow, threading it through my bow as I began walking toward the pond.
“No Y/N!” joel demanded in a whisper
I stumbled back as a creature emerged, it was huge. I slowly backed away. Shit. I could hear Joel trying to tell me to run. He began counting
“Run on three Y/N! One, two, three!” we both broke off in a run toward the gate. I Pulled back my arrow and prepared to shoot but I was too late. Before I knew it I was being thrown into the fence and then dragged toward the toad-like creature. I grabbed desperately onto a log but it just came along with me.
“JOEL! shit! Help me! Grab my bow!” I yelled trying everything I could to slow this thing down. I could feel it’s tongue in my shoe. Joel was frozen in place. Shit. Then barks, something I hadn't heard for 7 years. A small brown dog came running toward me. It bit and chewed at the creature's yellow tongue. It quickly released me and I staggered up. I ran toward joel.
“Come on! We need to go!” I said , guiding him. I stopped to grab my bow before running out of the gate. The dog was behind us. But so was the Toad. The brown dog ran toward a deserted bus that had been decorated, painted. The doors opened and he ran inside, Joel and I followed.
The bus looked like it had been someone’s home at one point. Many different things hung from the room and pages of magazines and drawings covered the windows. I looked around as Joel caught his breath and calmed himself down. I walked over to a table and sat down, looking at what seemed like craft supplies.
“Nice place” Joel said still out of breath “mine if I sit?” Now this man was talking to a dog, figures. The dog looked up as if to say “yes”. Joel sat on the bed and I moved next to him.
“Are you ok?” He asked sweetly
“Ya, I’m good” I said smiling
Joel nodded, but he didn’t seem convinced. “Are you all alone?” I asked the dog, he was laying on a bed made out of a quilt and a pillow that said “boy” on it. The dog shifted its head away from us in response. I really love dogs, and this was breaking my heart. I sat down next to the animal and began petting it. I could feel Joel’s eyes on me. Eager to break the silence I decided to test my theory for the dog's name.
“Boy” I said and the dog sat up, he was suddenly all ears. “Is that your name? Boy?” I asked, smiling and giving him more pets. Joel smiled.
“Your names boy” joel said “I’m Joel, and that pretty lady is Y/N” he said gesturing to me “she’s my best friend, thank you for saving her” he whispered
I smiled, how could anyone not love this boy? This Aimee chick is quite lucky. I am worried though. What if she moved on? Joel would be broken.
“Nice to meet you” I said kissing the dog on the head
Joel smiled and then continued to look around. His eyes fell on a red dress.
“Is this a dress?” He asked picking it up
“No, it’s a hat” I said sarcastically, Joel looked at me, confused. “I’m kidding” I said and I could see the realization in his eyes. Suddenly Boy moved and grabbed the dress out of Joel’s hands and brought it back to his bed.
“Ok, I won’t touch it again” Joel said, throwing his hand up in defense. I looked carefully at the dog. He looked sad
“Was that your owner’s?” I asked, the dog stayed still. I laid down to get closer to him “it’s ok, you don’t have to talk about it” I looked at Joel and shrugged. Then I realized “wait did you think I was her?” I asked the dog, still he lay avoiding eye contact. I sighed, this poor dog.
“Hey um, I’m gonna lay down too” Joel chimed in “is that o…” he stopped to take off his backpack which seemed to startle the poor thing. “No it’s ok! It’s just my backpack” Joel reassures the dog. He plopped it down on the floor and moved his feet up on the bed. I laid down next to the dog bed, laying my bow and arrows next to me.
“Wait hey” Joel said sitting up a little “you don’t have to nap on the floor” he told me
“It’s fine, I like to be close to Boy” I responded smiling
“Are you sure? I mean I feel like I should really let you sleep on the bed since you almost died and I couldn’t save you” he said sitting up fully
“Joel, it’s fine! I'm serious, and please do not beat yourself up about that. It’s not your fault!” I told him, trying to ease his worry.
He nodded “kkkkkkkkkkk” he said “just take this though” he took off his red jacket and handed it to me
I gave him a look that said “no really I’m fine” then he returned the look with an “I insist” look. I gave in and used the jacket as a blanket. I closed my eyes, almost drifting off to sleep…..but then Joel was up and at em. He put his backpack on and began to walk out of the bus. I scrambled up and followed him. Guess we are leaving…. Boy followed us out and for some reason Joel seemed surprised.
“Oh hey are you coming with us?” Joel asked and Boy ran back inside “ok then” then suddenly Boy was back out with the red dress
“Oh yes of course, Joel,” I looked at Joel. “We cannot forget the dress!” I told him as if it was obvious
“Oh right ya, here Boy let me put it in my backpack” he tried to pull it away from Boy but he wouldn’t drop it
“Hey it’s ok, he’s gonna keep it so safe in the safe pack” I said kneeling down to sooth the dog. He let go and Joel put the red dress in his backpack. I adjusted my bow and we began walking. Me on the right, Joel on the left and Boy in the middle. My weird brain couldn’t help but think about if we could all be a family. If everything was normal. We would get married and adopt Boy. That is if I ever get the courage to tell Joel how I feel and if he feels the same. Welp! Until then I am stuck in my imagination as we venture closer toward our destination.
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Alright alright alright
You’ve all been asking for it, so here it is! 
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This will be (edit: HELLA) long and obviously spoiler-y, so everything is under a cut. 
Are you ready?
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Before we get to it, I want to mention that for the sake of keeping things organized, I will NOT be talking about my AU (@ask-whitepearl-and-steven​) in this post. I want to just analyze the show as a viewer and a fan first. I’ll make a seperate post for AU-thoughts a bit later.
Without further ado:
EP 1: LITTLE HOMESCHOOL
This is a great way to open up the episode and show the changes through the lens of someone who has been a bit out of it for a while (we are all Cherry Quartz, fresh from the hiatus, aren’t we?) but I’m sorry, this post still takes the cake:
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Okay, okay, back to the program.
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“That used to be a loaded question...“
Right off the bat, Steven is SO much more confident about saying that he’s... HIMSELF! What a good feeling. I’m very proud of our boy. 
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I love the name “Gemglyph” for the gem language! I’ll need to know who wrote these, though. And who the heck drew the diamonds? Hopefully it was BP. 
And I’m not the first one to point this out, but MORE ANIME REFERENCES!
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Which can be seen as either a reference to the Chill Low-Fi Hiphop Beats to Study To OR Whisper of the Heart. 
And absolutely no one cares but something that caught my eye is the fact that they have an EARTH FLAG at Little Homeschool! How cool is that!
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Earth 4ever!!! 
Off-note - I love how INVESTED they are in this conversation Pearl is having with Holo-Pearl.
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Peak entertainment. 
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I love Professor Amethyst and I love the random human who snuck in to apparently take lessons on Not Giving A Single Shit About Anything, Ever. 
And here we FINALLY are in the FUTURE
Where we FINALLY get Jasper as a functioning character
And 
She’s
SO DRAMATIC, I LOVE HER.
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This is literally SO funny like she... she was just... laying on top of her house... under a blanket..... FOr WHAT? To stand up dramatically and throw it off when Steven inevitably paid a visit? 
Is that just what she dOES? 
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“It’s FINE I don’t need any HELP, I’m FUNCTIONING, I’m just having a SELF CARE DAY OK”
Also I’m sorry but
Jasper: “It took forever to yank those puny green earthlings out of the ground.”
Steven: “You mean grass...?“
THIS. RIGHT HERE. is peak Jasper. 
It’s also curious how INVESTED Steven is in this:
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“I’m TRYING to give you [a purpose]!“
Why are you... trying to do that, though? Isn’t the whole idea for gems to surpass their ‘purpose’ and just kinda... do whatever? Isn’t Jasper just kinda... doing whatever? 
I mean, sure, it’s not useful to anyone, but she seems relatively happy. Aside from. You know. The whole laying on rocks under blankets until she’s disturbed thing and-- okay, you’re right, maybe an intervention would be healthy. 
I’m not gonna talk at length about the rest of the episode - although I think it’s really good, I don’t know what I can say about it that hasn’t already been said. Jasper is definitely poking Steven’s buttons and rephrasing a LOT of what WHITE has said to Pink: “You surround yourself with inferior gems because it makes you feel better.”
And Steven REACTS to this. The taunt WORKS.
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And yes, he gains some extra powers for it, but something tells me this AIN’T the only thing he will get. It feels like a two-edged sword. Like it’ll be his own downfall somehow....... maybe at the end of the series. 
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Ashes to ashes.... hole to hole.
And oh wow I thought they were gonna bond but LMAO
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“Consider your fight back there your first and ONLY lesson.“
Basically:
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I love you Jasper.
EP 2: GUIDANCE
I LOVE YOU AMETHYST.
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sHE’S doing SO much and she’s SO good at it!! Look at her!! Organizing stuff!!!! 
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RUBIES IN SUNGLASSES. IN SQUARE SUNGLASSES. 
I need 20. 
And I also need 20 of Larimar because holy shit that’s hilarious. 
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Larimar: “I want to hear the human screams forever.”
Steven: “Okay that’s kinda troubling.”
I love the reference to Monsters Inc here and I love the callback at the end of the episode when Larimar switches to Human Laughter to get her fill of that particular erm... need. 
And honestly the ensuing chaos is equally predictable and entertaining. 
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I’m SO glad to know that Rubies are just... Like That and that actually Navy is not a deviation from the norm but rather a different flavor of the chaotic energy all Rubies naturally seem to possess. 
Amethyst is also super relatable:
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“Ah yes, the fool comes crawling back. Come to beg for forgiveness, have you?”
In fact, the episode’s WHOLe HUMOUR is just very much My Brand
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“Sometimes you save all the people but the rollercoaster still crashes into the ocean...... and that’s okay.”
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Including the Running Gag that is Onion. Who... does not appear to have aged. At all. And that’s okay.
EP 3: ROSE BUDS
Okay where do I even begin with this one. Um.
I have to openly admit that I spent the majority of this episode wheezing with laughter. Let’s start with the Zoomans:
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Who are CLEARLY STILL SUPER SALTY AT GREG ABOUT REJECTING THEM??? Which is hilarious. 
And also this paradise is fascinating in and of itself. 
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But the next scene is basically where I started losing my shit.
Okay, okay, alright so. Uh. I have... a few questions.
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Like Why. WHY. Does she look. SO MUCH like Rose? 
Clearly Rose Quartz differ in coloring and etc. But She literally looks. Like THE Rose. VERY explicitly. 
So here’s several options here:
1) Pink made Rose Quartz way before any of the Rebellion happened and Pearl just basically pigeonholed her into THIS specific Rose Quartz appearance because she (???) had a crush? Or somehow saw this specific Rose, thought ‘hot, i can make my sympathetic Diamond wear this exact costume and that would be EXCELLENT fanservice for ME’
2) Pink didn’t have any Rose Quartz until the Rebellion, and thereafter quickly decided ‘I need these gems as an alibi, so we’re just gonna make them” and she and Pearl basically inclubated Rose Quartz like a pokemon trainer hatching for a Shiny until they got one that looked Exactly Like That. 
3) There was no Thinking involved because this is Pink we’re talking about, and it was all just a huge coincidence for the sake of this Very Hilariously Uncomfortable Episode. 
While we ruminate on that, let’s look at some Relatable Reactions.
And here we have the holy trinity of “I have just seen the clone of my deceased parent/parental figure/lover.”
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Featuring: Bonus ‘I’m Almost Over It’ Pearl
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Also, I need y’all to make this into a meme:
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For example:
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Anyway, alright, alright. 
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That relatable feel when your (hot) dead lesbian lover’s clone asks you if you’re okay after another one of the (less hot?) clones offers you a whole ass stick of butter to eat. 
And then you and your friends all hide in the bathroom to talk about your feelings:
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Okay, the rest of the episode gives me FEELINGS and I love how hard Steven is trying, so I’ll just close it off with:
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I LOVE THEM. Unironically, they are EVERYTHING I had hoped Rose Quartz would be. They’re SO MUCH like Rose herself - did she model her personality after them? Or are they just like her because she WAS like that, and they’re made from her essence? WHO KNOWS?! They’re adorable!
And the conflict between them and Steven is honestly so gooD! I don’t know if it’s completely relatable but I’m glad they ended up talking it out.
I wonder if we’ll ever see Her again... you know who I’m talkin’ about. 
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Her....
I’m madly in love with Rose, ok, I don’t need a callout post. Just leave me be.
EP 4:  VOLLEYBALL
Alright, alright, alright.
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OKAy,.... It’s fine. It’s FINE. I’m fINE. 
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Confirmed: 8000 years. That’s. UH. A LOT? That puts our timelines quite a ways back. We kind of estimated as much, but still, it’s so jarring to think about. And PP is VERY casual about it. 
She’s also VERY casual about the injury.
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“This is all Pink Diamond!”
It doesn’t seem like it bothers her to talk about it at all. She’s not even trying to keep it a secret. So I’m almost wondering - was there a connection to her being taken by White and the injury at all or not? 
She came to Steven to get healed - she clearly wants it gone. At the time she was injured, did Pink not even attempt to heal the injury? 
Follow up question: If she DID care, why didn’t she try to heal it?
Follow up to the follow up: Was it because she didn’t know she could? Or did she simply not have the time to (White removed her before she could)? 
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When Steven goes pink, she gasps - but makes no further comment. It’s presumably because she’s seen this happen before. She doesn’t try to move away, weirdly enough - she asks him if everything is alright. Perhaps the context is too different for it to be triggering for her. Perhaps there’s more layers to it? HMMM. 
What follows is, perhaps, the SALTIEST we’ve seen Pearl since Greg rolled around.
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“Did you come to compete?”
This is doubly curious to me because Crewniverse has previously explicitly stated that Pearl was NOT in love with Pink Diamond. She was in love with Rose. So if this is true, why would Pearl care about her place as Pink’s Pearl? She is supposed to be past all that, isn’t she? 
And yet as time goes on, the salinity grows exponentially. Alright, you two, I know you’re Pearls but tone it down with the sass. 
(Also, I’m sorry but I will NEVER call her Volleyball. That’s all. Bye.)
Also it’s worth noting that... PP is clearly VERY much in love with Pink.
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This is, perhaps, where the lack of a grudge plays into it. She’s completely enamoured.
Moreover, she’s VERY casual about how she talks here. This isn’t exactly how one talks of their Diamond. This is how people talk about their romantic partners. She calls Pink silly, calls her ‘funny’. That’s not exactly a term of respect - it’s way more intimate than that. 
Also, did anyone else notice how, although CG Pearl’s gem is usually shaded in teal, it’s in Pink in this episode? VEEEERY subtle, Crew.
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Also, we can’t quite see Pink Pearl’s expression fully here because her working eye isn’t visible, which makes it hard to get a read on things like
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“I’m older than you.“ Is she just saying it casually? Or is she fully aware that she’s poking fun at CG Pearl? 
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HI SHELL. ISN’T IT FUNNY HOW YOUR VOICE AND YOUR NAME ARE A SUBTLE NOD TO PORTAL, WHICH IS FORESHADOWING HOW BADLY THIS IS GONNA END. 
Meanwhile, Pearl continues to be in character.
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“No need to be overly... attached.”
And this has nothing to do with anything but
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she cute
Aaaand now it’s creepy again.
The rest of this is super important so let’s get to it:
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“Oh, no. Pink did this.”
“What did you say?”
“It’s a funny story, really. Once, Pink got tired of asking Yellow and Blue for her own colony, so she went straight to White. Of course, White told her she wasn’t fit to run one... and well! That set her off.”
“Set her off? What are you talking about?”
“You remember how she was! With her destructive powers, throwing tantrums left and right! She had a scream that could crack the walls. She didn’t mean to hurt me! (giggle) I just happened to be standing too close to her that time and--”
And then Steven interrupts. 
We get more CG Pearl arguing for how wrong this image of Pink is to her. What CG Pearl knew was a totally different (or, well, same, but VERY changed) Pink. 
But what we have to prove our point is Steven himself. He rolls into the EXACT same state as Pink presumably did - and begins to over-use his powers. 
(This isn’t the first time we have seen him use this attack.)
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The reactions from the Pearls are telling - this is clearly not Pink Pearl’s first rodeo with this type of Mood. 
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And it’s important to note that Steven clearly didn’t direct any attack AT them. He simply yelled - and the whole dang place literally started to crack. There’s weight to the argument that possibly, Pink really DIDN’T mean to hurt her Pearl - that she was just collateral damage. 
Which doesn’t make it any better, obviously. Even if Pink had no direct intention of hurting her Pearl (and there are theories that Pink purposefully hit or threw Pink Pearl or somehow physically acted directly to damage her, which I was skeptical of) the result of it is still the same.
If you raise your voice and yell, even if you’re just yelling because YOU are hurt/have feelings, you might still hurt the people around you. If you throw a tantrum, even if your direct goal was just to let off some steam without aiming to harm anyone, whoever gets in your way is still the victim. 
And this is all very much On Brand for Pink’s timeline as we know it. We already knew this about her - we KNEW she tended to throw tantrums (like in the flashback on Jungle Moon) and that she was childish. The fact that she accidentally hurt her Pearl in the process because she had no self-control at that period in her life comes as no surprise. 
(Although it’s important to mention that perhaps hurting her own Pearl WAS the breaking point during which she finally realized how her emotional outbursts could have negative consequences on those around her.)
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And this is a very beautiful message - even if Pink Pearl still doesn’t want to blame Pink for what was done to her (”But... she didn’t mean to!”) Pearl brings the point of it back around to her (”But you were still hurt!”) The point isn’t the person who did the hurting - the focus is on the victim and how they were affected. 
And the rest, I daresay, is history. 
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I like the fact that they managed to still bring it back around to the main message: 
It isn’t about just “Pink was bad”. It’s about how she did bad things. And there were multiple sides to her - multiple stages. And the Pearls who knew her knew different sides of her - the side that didn’t know how to be a good person, who was selfish and childish and unrestrained... and  the side that was, arguable, too restrained. Who hated her own past, her own character and her own mistakes so much that she would rather bury them and keep secrets from everyone. 
And neither of those things were good, and neither were healthy, but they are a GREAT contrast to a GREAT character arc that is, arguably, still being unearthed. And we have so much more context for it all now. 
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I, for one, can’t wait to see and discover more of Pink through Pink Pearl - no matter how ugly that side of her might be. I think it gives great perspective to her later growth. 
And if you ship the Pearls.. .well, I get why. 
Personally I’m not interested in it that way. Call me unromantic - I don’t think their relationship NEEDS to be shippy in order to be satisfyingly deep. I love the idea of them having a deep bond over this - a shared past, a shared experience, and gaining confidence through one another. 
Cheers and thanks for listening!
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The Sacred Art of Hamburger-Making
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Category: General Fluff
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Characters: Momo Yaoyorozu, Denki Kaminari, & Hanta Sero
Hey, hey, everybody! This is the second story I wrote for @cuizineco​’s Heroes in the Baking zine, which is free to download!
Momo hummed under her breath as she filed her nails, sitting between Hanta and Denki on the common room sofa. The air was filled with clacking and clicking as the two boys feverishly jabbed the buttons and spun the joysticks on their controllers; both of their eyes were fixed on the martial arts video game they were embroiled in. Momo enjoyed the rare instances where they came down to the common room to play; she found something about their competitive energy so invigorating, especially after a hard day’s training. 
Just as she had finished buffing her shiny, neatly-trimmed nails, a deep voice boomed from the television to announce with dramatic fervor, “Fatality!” while thick red blood splattered the word across the screen. Hanta jumped up from the couch with a triumphant crow, nearly flinging the controller as he flung his hands into the air, while the defeated Denki melted into the couch cushions with a groan. 
“Don’t worry, Denki. You’ll beat him next time,” Momo encouraged with a sweet smile. 
“No, he won’t, because he’s a loserrrrr!” Hanta teased while making an L-shape on his forehead with his fingers. Denki stuck out his tongue angrily to his friend before humming thoughtfully. 
“Man, we’ve been playing for hours. I��m starving… You know what I could go for right now? A big, greasy, cheesy, American-style hamburger,” he sighed dreamily, salivating at the words alone. Momo perked up, her interest piqued. 
“Oh, I’ve never had a hamburger before.” 
If they were on a comedy show, one would have heard a record scratch. Denki’s head whipped around to stare at her with owlish eyes for a second before he chuckled magnanimously and slipped his arm around her slim shoulders, his expression melting into one a mixture of pity and mischievousness. 
“Momo. Dear. Honey. You’ve never had a hamburger?” the blond asked in a polite but disbelieving voice. Unsure what all the fuss was about, Momo slowly shook her head. 
“Now that’s what I call a got-damn tragedy,” Hanta observed before shoving a handful of potato chips into his mouth. As he munched on the barbecue-flavored crisps, crumbs and powder raining from his lips down onto his tee-shirt, he looked at Denki pointedly. “We have to amend that, don’t we, Denks?” 
“We most certainly do,” the blond nodded sagely, pinching his chin and closing his eyes like the picture of a pensive philosopher. “We cannot allow Momo here, our dear friend, our beloved classmate and light of our bleak lives, to remain in such a sorry state. So… To the kitchen!” he announced and jumped up, pointing a finger into the air. “By our hand, we will allow Momo to suffer no longer!” 
Are hamburgers really that good? Momo wondered as she followed the two boys to the adjoining kitchen. They probably weren’t, but watching the two tear through the cabinets and refrigerator to gather all the necessary tools and ingredients was so energizing that Momo found herself growing excited. She’d never seen Denki so animated about cooking before; he was all smiles as he pranced around wearing a “Kiss the Cook” apron of All Might in a chef’s hat, so she couldn’t refuse him even if she wanted to. 
“All right, Chef Denki,” Momo chuckled as she tied an apple-patterned apron around her waist, “I’m under your tutelage tonight.” 
“It’s the only thing he’ll ever tutor you in,” Hanta joked, earning a sharp jab in the ribs from his cohort. 
“Anyway,” Denki said and cleared his throat, “pay close attention, Momo. I am going to teach you the sacred art of making hamburgers. First, we have to make the patties.” He took a few packs of ground meat and sliced open the plastic, dumping the stringy pink-red meat into a large aluminum bowl. 
“Everyone says they’re down with hamburgers tonight,” Hanta reported, sitting on the counter typing away at his phone. 
“Let’s see— with twenty people plus Mr. Aizawa, with an average of two burgers a person, that would be… forty patties,” he rattled off, using his fingers to count as he multiplied in his head. “We should be able to manage that between the three of us. Hanta, would you go ahead and plug in the mini-grill so it’ll be heated up?” 
“Sure thing, boss.” 
Denki returned his attention to the patiently-waiting Momo. 
“Now then. First, you want to make sure your patties are the right consistency, so you mix it with bread crumbs.” Momo watched with raised eyebrows as he took a box of them and dumped some into the bowl. “You want your patties to stick together, obviously, so you add eggs—” he continued as he cracked some open, spilling the golden yolks into the bowl— “and then milk to soften up the meat a little. Finally— and this is the most important part, Momo— you season it to perfection!” 
Momo watched in wonder as he added several spices and a dark brown sauce to the mix, saturating the meat in flavor, without even taking measurements. As he was telling her how to mix it up, scrunching the meat and other ingredients together with his hands, she smiled endearingly. 
“Wow, you’ve cooked this a lot, huh?” 
“Yup! Me and my folks took an overseas trip once to America when I was young, and we loved the hamburgers so much that we got a recipe from one of the locals! It became a staple in my household! Fast food burgers are nice n’ all, but nothing really compares to a good ol’ beefy homemade burger!” Denki grinned widely. 
“I think that’s great! Would you like me to get started on another bowl of ground beef, then?” 
“Yes, please!” 
Under Denki’s careful guidance, Momo added the ingredients one at a time to the bowl. When it came time to combine them, she squealed at the odd sensation of the sticky, gooey meat, fluid sauce and egg, and gritty powder squishing between her fingers. Denki laughed heartily at the disgusted faces she made while mixing up the ground beef, squeaking and shuddering all the while, until it was uniform. In the background, Hanta had been doing other small tasks like chopping lettuce and onions, slicing tomatoes and cheese, and setting out condiments. He finally joined them at the counter, wiping tomato juice off his hands with a dishtowel. 
“It’s a messy job,” Denki said as he grabbed a fistful of the meat, “but we’re not done yet! Now it’s time to make the patties.” 
“Ooh! My favorite part!” Hanta grinned, grabbing hamburger meat from Momo’s bowl with both hands. “Ya just roll it into a ball, then flatten it into a nice, round patty,” he said while demonstrating the motions. He then walked over to the simmering grill to plop it on the ridged surface. “Then ya grill it until it’s just right, and boom! Nice, tasty, juicy hamburger.” 
“Hanta, have you been to America, too?” Momo inquired as she slowly replicated the motion, still cringing at the sliminess of the raw meat. 
“Nah. I spent a lot of summer break at Denki’s house, though, and his old man taught me how to make ‘em!” Hanta said as he slapped another patty onto the small grill and closed the lid, filling the air with sizzling and popping. While he waited for the meat to brown, he leaned against the counter and flashed Momo a wink. “I felt kinda honored being included in the Kaminari family tradition of summer cook-outs!” 
“You’re my best friend! Of course you would be!” Denki grinned, sauntering over to bump elbows with Hanta. “And, since Momo is our best girl,” he continued while turning around to wink saucily at Momo, “it’s natural that she be included, too!” 
“Ah! Stop it; you’re going to make me blush!” Momo cried and, in her momentary embarrassment, slapped her palms to her cheeks. All the blood drained from her face as she realized she was smooshing raw meat and seasoning on her face. She screamed shrilly and ripped her hands away from her face, horrified by the bits of pulverized meat falling from her cheeks. As she raced to the sink, Hanta and Denki fell to the floor howling with laughter. “Stop it! It’s not funny!” she cried as she scraped at her face with a soapy sponge, tossing a glare over her shoulder. 
“Actually, it really is, Yaomomo,” Denki snorted as he climbed back up to resume making hamburger patties. Momo just sniffed dourly, thoroughly embarrassed. Then, an evil idea hatched in her mind; stealthily, she filled her cupped hands with ice-cold water and crept up behind Denki. Just as he took notice of her presence, she dumped it down the neck of his shirt. He yelped and his back arched backward as the cold liquid hit his skin. 
“Aye, aye, what the hell was that for?!” 
“Serves you right!” Hanta laughed, pointing at him and completely unaware that he was the next in Momo’s cross-hairs. “Wha—?” he blinked owlishly as Momo flung a glob of the raw meat at him; it collided with his cheek with a wet slap, slowly sliding down before landing on his tennis shoe. “I guess I deserved that.” 
“Hey, you morons! Don’t tell me you’re messing around in the kitchen!” boomed a grouchy voice. Momo turned to see Katsuki stomping in, his hands buried in his cargo pants pockets and his lips stretched in a scowl. His vermillion eyes slowly slid down to the chunk of meat dripping on Hanta’s shoe. “What the hell?! You can’t just waste food like that! Who taught you losers to cook?!” 
“Oi! This is my show! Go yell at someone else, Baku-bro!” Denki whined and poked at Katsuki with his foot as he continued to quickly pile up patties on aluminum foil next to Hanta, who returned from cleaning off his face to take the broiled hamburgers off the grill and put them on some buns. Katsuki slapped Denki’s foot away but obediently shambled out of the kitchen to join the rest of their peers, who had been attracted by the savory aroma now clouding the air. 
“All right, the guest of honor gets to try first,” Hanta grinned as he presented Momo with a fully dressed hamburger complete with a side of potato chips. As she took the paper plate, she was amazed at the weight of the thing, nearly spilling it all as she hastily recovered from the plate dipping. She set it safely on the counter before looking at it, wondering how the heck to eat it. 
“I… With my hands…?” 
“Hell yeah, girl! Get in there!” Denki encouraged with an airy laugh. Momo blushed before timidly grabbing the hamburger, grimacing at the juice that leaked onto her fingers when she lightly squeezed it. She craned her neck over the plate as she leaned in for a bite, trying not to drip it all over her clothes. First came the soft bread, then crunchy lettuce and tomato, then melty cheese, and then finally the savory meat. Momo hummed as the robust flavor exploded on her tongue, complemented by all the toppings. 
“Well? Amazing or what?” Denki grinned as he sidled up to her, wiggling his golden eyebrows expectantly. Too busy savoring the symphony of flavors on her tongue, Momo only nodded with her eyes fluttering shut. “Woohoo! Atta girl! Look at our Momo, getting messy with a big ol’ hamburger!” Denki laughed as he did a celebratory jig. 
“Ehhh? Did I hear Momo eating hamburgers?” Mina said as she poked her head in. Momo was mid-bite, her mouth stretching wide to accommodate the thick patty, and she froze to blink owlishly at the pink girl. “Ahhhh! Look how far you’ve come! Finally embracing the ways of us commoners, eh?” 
Instead of replying, Momo just crunched down on the burger, smiling dreamily as the deliciousness once again graced her senses. 
She had the answer to her question. Hamburgers were really that good! While the others began to file into the kitchen to claim their meals from Denki and Hanta, Momo savored hers bite by bite until she was finished. When she sheepishly presented her plate to Denki for seconds, he laughed and began fixing it for her. The others had vacated the premises, leaving only the two of them. 
“Thanks for sharing this with me, Denki. I had a lot of fun, and it was really good!” she said as he plopped a piece of pale green lettuce atop her patty. 
“To be honest, I was a little scared you wouldn’t enjoy it,” he admitted shyly, giving her a side glance as she gasped in shock. “I know you come from a really wealthy family, Momo, and generally… Rich folks don’t think highly of us little guys, you know?” 
“I know.” Though Momo’s family was kind and tolerant, that still didn’t mean that she hadn’t seen the uglier side of the bourgeoisie. With a soft smile, she wrung her arms around Denki’s waist and laid her head on his shoulder to squeeze him in a tight hug. “But I consider myself lucky! You guys teach me all kinds of neat and wonderful things, and I get to share things about my life with you all, too. I would never, ever judge you.” 
“Yeah, I know,” Denki hummed and gently bonked his head with hers. “Here you go, Momo. I hope you enjoy your seconds.” 
“Thanks,” she said as she took the plate. She then grinned roguishly. “To be honest, I might be up for thirds.” 
Like the hearty scent of homemade hamburgers wafting around the small kitchen, her and Denki’s laughter filled the air. 
Nope. In Momo’s book, nothing really did compare to one of Denki’s hamburgers, and it soon became one of her favorite things to cook with her friends, even out of all the things she learned from them.
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bbyx · 3 years
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ripple effect - part six
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Summary: During her fourth year at Hogwarts, (y/n) Deauxville falls for none other than Cedric Diggory. But it's not easy when you have to deal with protecting your family's fortune, keeping your father's illness a secret and having two of your closest friends catch feelings for you.
Pairings : reader x cedric, reader x draco, reader x harry
It was Friday morning, the first week had gone relatively fast. (y/n) was still angry with Draco so she decided to sit at the Gryffindor table. She was popular enough that she didn't get to many glares as she sat down with her friends with her green robes.  You yawn, having spent all night studying.
"I have a quiz in muggle studies today"
"Who do you have class with?" Ron asks
"Ravenclaw" You sigh and bury your head in your hands " I'm bound to have the worst mark in the class."
"At least we have Care of Magical Creatures together." Hermione says playing with a strand of your hair.
You stare at your class notes trying to drill them into your brain.
"Guys, who killed Lincoln again"
"I didn't do it!" Fred screeches.
"I have an alibi! I swear!" George adds wearing an identical grin as his twin.
"John Wilkes Booth"
"Thank you Hermione" You answer glaring at the twins.
"You're eating again, I notice" Ron says to Hermione who's buttering a toast.
"I've decided there are better ways to make a stand about elf rights."
"Yeah....and you were hungry."
You, Daphne and Millicent walk down to Hagrid's hut for Care of Magical creatures.
"Ew what is that?" Millicent says pointing to the cage with strange lobster scorpion hybrids.
"Blast Ended Skrewts!" bellows Hagrid excitedly.
"Oh wow they're... interesting."
"Eurgh" squeals Lavender Brown.
"On'y jus' hatched," said Hagrid proudly, "so yeh'll be able ter raise 'em yerselves! Thought we'd make a bit of a project of it!"
"And why would we want to raise them?" says Draco turning his nose up.
(y/n) picks up some frog liver, trying not to gag and drops it inside the box of skrewts. A flash erupts from the rear end of one of the creatures and she feels a sharp pain in her right hand.
"Ow! Shit! It burned me."
You look at your shaking fingers, whimpering. Your index and part of your middle finger were bright red and blisters were starting to form all over. You bite back tears as a pale pair of hands grab yours.
"(y/n)! Are you alright?" Draco says with a frown as he looks down at your fingers "Bloody hell that looks bad. Come I'll take you to the infirmary."
Hagrid steps forward and tries to inspect your injury but Draco starts pulling you away.
"My father will hear about this." He spits out venomously.
Draco leads you inside the castle.
"Not gonna faint on me this time?"
You smile through the pain. "That was ONE time!" You say thinking back to when you and Draco were little and you fainted on him after scraping your knees.
"Not another one!" Madam Pomfrey exclaims as you walk inside the infirmary already full of students who were burned or stung by the skrewts. She grabs your hand "This is pretty bad" she mutters  quietly " You must have been close to the blast."
"Okay that's it (y/n). I'm taking you to St.Mungos right away." Draco says, looking paler than usual.
You roll your eyes at him. He's always been an overreactor
"Nonsense! Absolute nonsense! I'll have it fixed in a jiffy." huffs Madam Pomfrey, pulling out a turquoise paste from her apron. As soon as the minty paste touches your skin it instantly numbs the pain and makes your hand feel very cold.
"Apply this every morning for a week and you'll be just fine." She says, handing you the paste in your healthy hand.
You string together a few thank yous and slip out of the infirmary. You're walking next to Draco when he grabs your forearm and forces you to face him.
"(y/n) i'm sorry."
You let out a silent sigh of relief because some part of you feared that he would never apologize and your friendship would never be the same.
"For what?" (y/n) wanted to drag out his apology, she wanted to savour this moment, to embed it in her memory forever because Draco Malfoy never apologizes. She's known Draco since before he could talk and she swears he's only apologized to her twice.
"For being a dick." He says grudgingly.
"Annnnd?"
"And being rude to your friends." He chokes the words out like saying them was physically hurting him. He looks so uncomfortable that it's nearly impossible not to keep going.
"Becauseee?"
He signs and turns slightly pink "Because I was jealous."
"That wasn't that hard now was it Drakey?" You had about a thousand nicknames for Draco like Drakey, Dracula, Dee, Little Lucius, Casper the Ghost ect.
"Never doing that again." He scoffs.
"So you forgive me?" You nod. "Really? huh.Thought you would give me a harder time."
You laugh. You've missed this, how easy everything was with him.
"Yes well I need my study partner back before the Muggle Studies quiz."
"Study partner? Please! I'm practically your tutor."
"Whatever shut up Dee."
(y/n) was the last one to leave the Muggle Studies classroom after taking forever to finish her quiz. It wasn't that she wasn't smart but she had had a lot on her mind the past two years and it was taking a toll on her grades. And Muggles were so bloody complicated. She walks into the courtyard just in time to see Professor Moody turn Draco into a small white ferret.
There was a terrified silence and (y/n) ran forward and kneeled on the floor to pick up the ferret.
"Draco?"
"LEAVE IT!" Moody shouted.
"Leave — what?" Harry said, bewildered.
"Not you — her!" Moody growled.
Before you could turn around the ferret leaped out of your hands towards the dungeons.
"I don't think so!" roared Moody. He proceeded to levitate the ferret and slam it back and forth into the ground. You wince every time the ferret hits the floor but find yourself unable to move. Finally Professor McGonagall steps in and turns the ferret back into Draco. You practically jump on him, hugging him tightly while McGonagall scolds Moody.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt? Can you walk?"
"I'm fine" He huffs staring daggers at Harry but when he sees your worried expression his eyes soften and he offers you a slight smile. "Really, i'm all good"
His eyes are still glossed over when he mumbles in your ear "Just wait until I tell father about this"
"Oh yeah?" said Moody quietly, limping forward a few steps, "Well, I know your father, boy. . . . You tell him Moody's keeping a close eye on his son . . . you tell him that from me. . . . " He looks at you dead in the eyes, sending a violent shiver down your back. "That goes for you as well. Now, your Head of House'll be Snape, will it?" He takes Draco's arm and roughly shoves him towards the castle. You stay fixed in your spot pondering Moody's words.
"Don't talk to me," Ron said quietly to Harry, Hermione and (y/n)
"Why not?" said Hermione in surprise.
"Because I want to fix that in my memory forever," said Ron, his eyes closed and an uplifted expression on his face. "Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret . . ."
"Shut up Ron"
"C'mon I know you secretly loved watching Draco get his ass handed to him on a platter." He nudges you with his elbow.
A small smile hints at your lips. "Maybe a little"
It was Saturday morning, and you were sitting at the Slytherin table. Everyone was avoiding the topic of Professor Moody because Malfoy was still fuming about yesterday's incident.
"What's that?" says Theo pointing at your SPEW badge.
"Hermione's starting a society for the promotion of elfish welfare." The whole group burst into hysterics but you silence them with a lethal glare. Pansy practically skips over and squeezes herself between you and Blaise.
"Oooh Dracooo? Will you come to Hogsmeade with me today? I really need to buy something, pleaseee?"
"What are you buying?" He answers cooly.
"Guess! It's something I really need." She says with what you think is supposed to be puppy dog eyes but it just throws her facial proportions even more off.
"A personality?" You spit out venously. As if on cue Daphne adds " Some friends maybe?"
Pansy scoffs and turns back to Draco. "I need an owl."
Blaise jumps in, saving Draco "Draco didn't you say we would go buy new quidditch robes today."
"Oh right. Sorry Pansy"
(y/n) starts thinking about her owl, Juniper. Juniper is a streaked brown and white barn owl. Juniper didn't live in the Hogwarts Owlery. Instead she lived at the Deauxville Manor and it was specially trained to take your fathers letters before he could see them. Then Juniper would bring them to you and you would respond to your father's business letters for him. Reading your father's mail had felt uncomfortable at first but you had to remember that you were just trying to save his life’s work.
You watch Daphnee and Millicent blush and Draco clench his jaw. "Ready to go?"
You turn to see Cedric looking a little uncomfortable under the glares that most of the Slytherin boys were giving him. You give him your most reassuring smile.
"Yeah, let's go before my brother kills you."
He holds out his hand to help you up take it, feeling an electric rush pass through your arm as you do. Walking out, it seems that every single person in the Great Hall has their eyes fixed on the couple. Cedric doesn't seem to notice and throws you a chocolate frog. You catch it with ease.
"How do you have so many of these?"
"Easy. I have a box of them with (y/n) written in big red letters on it." He says with a grin as you plop the frog in your mouth.
"So what do you want to do?" Cedric asks while the two of you walk.
"I'm not sure. Let's go have butterbeers."
You're waiting at a booth in the Three Broomsticks while Cedric goes to buy two butterbeers. He hands you a mug full of rich brown liquid.
"Thank you."
"No problem at all" He pulls out a red liquorice wand and snaps it in half. He slides you a piece.
"Cedriccc. First of all where are you getting all these sweets from, second of all licorice is eurgh."
He shakes his head. " No, no, no. See this?" He says holding out the candy.  "This is RED licorice. It's big in the United States, tastes completely different. I want you to try it."
"No please don't make me. I'll throw up on you I swear" You plead.
"Yess"
"Noo"
Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"Fine!" You finally give in when he flashes you his breathtaking lopsided grin. "You are so stubborn!" You slowly drop the red candy in your mouth. You expect the nauseating taste of molasses to take over but surprisingly all you taste is strawberries.
"Cedric! This is kind of good." You say while chewing. He laughs and your hands brush slightly together as he gives you another piece which makes your cheeks go red.
"So who do you think is gonna be the impartial judge who decides the champions?" You ask quickly hoping to distract him from your embarrassing blushing.
"Eh, maybe the sorting hat?"
"I hope the hat doesn't pick Nick then because he wouldn't last five seconds."
"Come on, give him some credit, he's pretty talented in transfiguration."
"Wouldn't know, we barely talk anymore." Your voice takes a bitter tone.
"Is that why you didn't come to St.Tropez this summer."
"Yeah and I had to take care of family stuff." You say not wanting to look at his face because it would make lying so much harder.
He grabs your hand on the table. "(y/n) I know your dad is sick."
"NICK TOLD YOU?? I'M GONNA KILL HIM HE REALLY IS A USELESS PIECE OF SHIT" You jump up raising your voice, everyone in the bar looking at you. Cedric's face stays calm and compassionate.
"Please calm down, let me explain." He grabs your hand and forces you to sit. "During the summer I found Nick crying by the pool one night. He didn't say much, just that your father was sick and there was no cure. He was really upset and kept mumbling stuff about being a shit brother and such. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. I just wanted you to know that i'm here for you."
Cedric slides closer to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder. You rest your head on him.
"Alzeihmer's" you whisper.
"Pardon?"
"He has Alzeihmer's. He can't even remember my name most days." He wraps his other arm around you, engulfing you in a hug.
"God (y/n). I'm so sorry."
" It's okay, I've become a little bit numb to it all." You breathe in his scent. "Cedric you can't tell anybody okay? Promise me."
"I promise" He whispers and squeezes you tighter.
You stayed like that for a while, it was nice, for once your thoughts seemed to come to a stop as you focused on Cedric's heartbeat.
(y/n) and Cedric walk back to the castle. She has a bag full of candies from Honeydukes and bag with a pair of earrings for Millicent's birthday. He's holding your hand which makes your little heart do backflips in your chest.
"So what happened to your right hand?"
" A blast ended skrewt's ass exploded on me.'
He picks up your other hand and gives it a small kiss. "There. All better."
You try to contain the furious blush dotting your cheeks as you laugh. "You're so cheesy Ced."
"No but seriously I think there's a plant in the Hufflepuff common room that can help with the blisters."
"Whoa watch out for Cedric Diggory, future Mediwizard."
He smirks. "Dr.Diggory does sound pretty nice."
"Well Dr.Diggory how does it feel to have the second nicest common room."
"You're kidding right? Hufflepuff has THE nicest common room. It's next to the kitchens, it has plants, it always smells like cinnamon..." He keeps listing reasons why his common room is the nicest all the way to the castle.
"Unfortunately Cedric" You say standing in front of the entrance to the Slytherin common room. "This still remains the best common room."
Cedric is about to answer but you stop him in his tracks by standing on your tiptoes and kissing him on the cheek.
"Bye Dr.Diggory" You whisper in his ear before slipping inside.
The whole school was buzzing because today was the day that the delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were arriving. All the Hogwarts students were waiting outside for their grand entrance. Dumbledore smiles and calmly says.
"Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!"
"Where?" said many students eagerly, all looking in different directions.
"There!" yelled a sixth year, pointing over the forest.
Something large, much larger than a broomstick — or, indeed, a hundred broomsticks — was hurtling across the deep blue sky toward the castle, growing larger all the time.
"It's a dragon!" shrieked one of the first years, losing her head completely.
"Don't be stupid . . . it's a flying house!" said Dennis Creevey.
When the thing gets closer, you realise that it's an ornate powder blue carriage pulled by a giant winged horse. It comes to a stop and a boy in pale blue robes comes out and pulls out small golden steps. A comically huge woman walks out and greets Dumbledore in a thick accent. (y/n) spots Cedric in the crowd and he waves enthusiastically.
The Black lake starts to bubble and the water separates, a thick brown pole sticks out. A big wooden boat starts emerging from the hole. Durmstrang students start filing out of the boat. They were all muscular and bulky. You take a moment to look at the contrast between the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students. Ron gasps and jumps up.
"Harry — it's Krum!"
But you don't hear him because in the crowd you've spotted a familiar face in pale blue robes eyeing you. A beautifully creamy face wearing a very hateful expression.
Your cousin Fleur has arrived at Hogwarts.
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Chapter 4 - New friends
(I'm so sorry for posting in the wrong day! I swear that I had completely forgotten that yesterday was Friday, I hope you all can forgive me with this extra long chapter (around 3300 words)
I get inside the class and look around, for what it seems I'm the only one that is "flashy". Sighing I go to the back knowing that if I stay at the front I will block a lot of people's views.
I go sit down by the window at the left of some guy with purple hair that looks like could use a nap right now. After sitting down I look outside and see the pretty blue sky and sigh again waiting for the signal.
"Wow your wings are so pretty!" A random girl come up to me with her friend by her side
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"Oh, hmmm... thank you" I blush lightly making the tip of my wings go pink
"It looks so smooth and fluffy!" She goes to put a hand in my wings but I stop her getting to my feet and pushing her back, both wings totally closed next to my body
"Please don't touch me" the tip of my wings get red "And especially don't touch my wings" she looks at me scared and both of them runs off "oh fuck... just what I needed" I sigh frustrated passing a hand on my h/c hair undoing some knots "Now I won't even have friends in this class" I sit down defeated and go back to looking out of the window.
I hear someone chuckle besides me and I look at him.
"What is so funny?" My eyebrow quirk up looking at him with curiosity
"Nothing really" the boy with purple hair just waves me off
"Hmmm... if you say so..." my wings go back to gray and I hear the bell going off seeing the teacher getting inside the classroom makes me release a breath I didn't know I was holding "good god it isn't him" I whisper to myself
The boy with purple hair snickers and I glare at him.
"Takami y/n?"
I look at the teacher "Here sir" I raise my hand
The teacher looks at me surprised and then looks back at my file. "Okay... Totoro Tonton"
I go back to look to the sky no longer paying attention to the teacher.
'So pretty... hu? What's that?' I see a ball flying in the sky with a trail off smoke behind it 'what th-'
"Hey, angel" someone waved his hand in front of my face
"Don't call me that!" The tip of my wings get red "Call me Takami" I look at the person to see the boy with purple hair that sits beside me
"Yeah yeah, we are the last ones in class, let's go to the auditorium, everyone must already be there" he turns around giving me his back and walk out of the classroom
"Hey! Wait!" I run and follow him out "purple guy, wait up" I walk by his side "thank you for calling me, why no one else came to call me?" I tilt my head trying to think about why this guy was the one that called me "oh! Sorry I'm not saying that I have a problem with you! I just didn't expect it because-"
"Because I look like a villain?" He said it with poison in his words his expression showed that he was angry
"No..." he looks at me with suspicion "it's because you look antisocial... and I didn't expect that someone that looks like don't sleep at night called for me"
He chuckles and stop looking at me "you will say that until you discover my quirk then you will be just like any other person" his eyes showed sadness, but he had a smirk in his face
"Try me"
"What?" He looks at me confused
"Try me! You will never be sure until you try! Like... the worst that can happen is me stopping talking with you, the best that can happen is you having a new friend!" I smile, my wings get all yellow "go on! Tell me, what's your quirk?"
He sighs and look away, his hand in his neck, and he's looking to the opposite side of where I am. "It's called brainwash, I can make someone follow any order with them just answering my question"
"Oh... my god..." I look at him astonished "that's... that's just... SO UNFAIR!"
He looks at me puzzled "what do you mean by 'unfair' ?"
"That quirk is so cool! And you can be such a great hero! You won't even need to get in fights! Oh my god, I'm so jealous!" I look at him and see his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide in surprise "and! You can just make every villain confess his crime by using your quirk! That's like... half of the job done! It's like... the perfect power to be a hero!"
He is just staring at me like I just eat a hole pineapple with peel
"Oh! Look out!" I hold him back saving him from almost hitting the wall "Man! Look where you are goin-"
He smiles and pet me from nowhere
'What? Why? Hmmmm... okay' I just shrug my shoulders and tilt my head to his hand, he is taller than me so the size difference is just perfect
He is the first to step back blushing "s-sorry..." he puts his hand back in his neck and looks aside
"Omg so cute..." I whisper to myself, gladly he didn't listen
"I... hm... just felt like I should pet you... sorry"
I smile and pet his head.
"That's fine, I also have the urge to hug people sometimes, and it's okay to hug others when you are friends with them isn't it?" I tilt my head to the side and stop petting him
"Friends?... oh! Yeah... sure" he goes back to normal and put his hands in his pockets "I'm Shinso Hitoshi"
My wings are full yellow "nice to meet you Shinso-kun!" I smile and go back to the way to the auditorium "let's take care of one another"
"Yeah..." he has a small smile in his face as he follows me.
--------timeskip to after school
"So... what's up with your wings?"
We were getting out of school and I stop at the entrance looking at him "What do you- oh! This??" I point a finger to my wings that still were kinda yellow "My quirk is called Mood Wing, take a wild guess" I giggle
"Hehe, gotcha... what are you waiting for?" He said looking around
"My crow, he likes to walk with me, so I need to wait for him here so then I can go home"
"You can talk to birds too?" He quirks an eyebrow
"No, not really, but they just seem like they can understand me..."
"Oh... you have more than one bird?"
"Not really, just a crow and a husky, they are very smart!"
"Oh yeah? Like how smart?" He tilts his head
"Like this smart" I point at the sky to the crow coming into view "VOID! HERE" I wave at him, and he comes right to my shoulder rubbing his head on my cheek making me smile "I missed you too"
Shinso looks surprised at the crow "oh my god... she's kinda small isn't she?"
"HE was the smallest of one to hatch, Since the probability for him to die was bigger I decided to fight the odds and help him, and here we are"
"And you also have a smart dog I presume?"
"Hell yeah! She is just lazy but with that aside we make it easy" I go back to walking side by side with Shinso on my right, and Void on my right shoulder inspecting him "sorry about this, he is really jealous of males around me, that includes you of course"
"It's fine, he doesn't bother me" his hand goes to scratch his chin making the bird jump to his shoulder and stay there
"Hey!"
Shinso chuckles "I think I'm his new favorite" he scratched Void's chin just like I did
"Oh! I have to get groceries before heading home..." we keep walking to the same direction
"...I know the crow don't have much of a brain like ours, but you should be heading home!" He snickers at that
"I AM! You are a creepy dude to be following me home!" I poke his shoulder
"Why don't you just fly home?" He keeps walking with his hands in his pockets and my crow on his shoulder
"Because I can't fly" I look ahead avoiding eye contact
"What do you mean 'you can't fly'? You were born with those things in your back didn't you?"
"I did but... they never let me use them... or show them around..." my wings start to get a deep blue
"Well... they do now! So that's good right?" He rubs the back of his neck smiling sheepishly
"Hehe... thank you for trying to cheer me up, but they didn't... I live alone now... that's why I can show them off..." there is a dark ocean blue in all my wing, I stop in front of the supermarket "well... see you tomorrow Shinso-kun... I need to get my groceries and take care of my pets..." I look at Void, and he just goes to my head and lay down there
"Do you... want to talk about it?" He looked at me concerned
'That's really kind of him... getting worried about someone that he just meet'
"No... not really, see you tomorrow, bye" I wave at him, and he waves back, then I go inside the supermarket to buy my stuff.
'Okay... I need rice, meat, spaghetti, vegetables, milk, dog food, some chicken maybe... ugh! I should have made a list, but it's kinda easy since I have nothing at home...' I get a cart and start putting all the things I need on it.
I try to reach something that was on the top shelf but someone get it for me since I can't reach it, when I turn around I see a guy with a bird head, and my juice box in his hand.
"Here, you looked like you needed help"
"And I really did need it" I smile at him and get the juice box "thank you" my wings go from deep ocean blue to a grayish yellow
"Your wings... they are changing!" He looked at them surprised
"Hehehe yes they did, it's kinda my quirk, it's called Mood Wing, what's yours?"
He nods his head "hmmm... basicly I can do this" a dark shape comes from him out of no where, I yelp and back off hitting the shelf behind me "sorry! I didn't wanted to scare you..."
I smile again looking at the shape "It's like a shadow! He looks so cool!"
"Thank you! You bird looks cool too!" The thing says
"Omg! You are sentient! That is like... a best friend that is bond to you! That is awesome!"
"Caw!" Void called our atenttion to him
"Oh! Right, this is Void, my crow and my best friend" I put my hand on him "he's very sweet when he wants, but normally he's just an ass" I chuckle
"And this is Dark Shadow, my friend and my quirk" Dark shadow's hand extand and I shake it
"Wow! You are solid! You really are amazing aren't you Dark Shadow?" I tilt my head realesing his hand
"T-thank you!" He gets shy and goes back inside waving his hand to me before fully vanishing
"I see that you are using a U.A uniform too, what is your class?" I ask him
"1-A"
"Oh! You are on the hero course! I'm in general studies 1-E, my name is Takami Y/n, it's nice to meet you" I estend my hand for him
"Tokoyami Fumikage" he shake my hand
"You two will be great heros I'm sure of it"
He blushes and looks to the ground "thank you... do you want to be a hero too?" He looks back at me
"I do! And I will! But... I don't know how to fight and stuff... I have no one to teach me..." I look down and sigh
"Maybe I can help you with that"
"What??! Really?" I look at him full of hope
"I don't know much but... yes I can teach you the best I can" he nods his head
I feel myself tearing up and can't help but hug him
"Thank you Tokoyami-kun!" I hide my face in the crook of his neck "you don't know how much this means to me..." he pats my back awkwardly and I realese him "sorry... I-I shouldn't have done this..." I look to my side embarrassed, my wings get a light pink all over them
"It's fine, we from the hero couse have an area for us to train, I will ask my classroom teacher to see if he can let you train there with me" I smile brightly at that
"Yes please! Oh! It's better if we keep contact with each other don't you think?" I get my phone from my jacket pocket "here, please put your number, when I get home I will text you okay?"
He just nods and puts his phone number in my phone "Sadly I have to go, see you later" he gives back my phone and bow to me, I bow back and wave at him, seeing him go to the cashier.
"Okay Void, time to go back to doing groceries" I go back to doing groceries with a smile in my face and my wings full yellow.
'Two friends, I made two friends today! This is easier then I though!'
----- timeskip to home
I finish putting everything in its place and go change my clothes to something to train, just some hood and some leggings.
"Okay... Void come with me, I need help from someone that can fly" I go to the door, Void comes flying and stays in the top of my head "Haru I'm gonna take you tomorrow so don't be sad" Haru hides her head in the middle of the couch and winner "sorry girl, lets sleep together okay?"
I go outside and go to the place that Hawks gave me the address, it was very far but safe "big brother was right here is a good place to train flying" I look around and then look up to the setting sun on the sky "let's begin!"
-----timeskip
Everything hurt from all the times that I fell, I have scratches all over my hand and my clothes are kinda turned and bloody, I'm laying on the floor trying to catch my breath when I hear someone approaching making me jump fast on my feet but I got up too fast and now everything hurts even more "How's the- ouch!" I fell on my butt and look up to see Hawks.
"Calm down it's just me" he chuckles and comes closer "you look like you could use some help" he offers his hand with a smile in his face
"I do don't I?" I get up with his help, Void comes flying to me with a bottle of water "Thanks" I get the water and drink it
"Oh my god! You can talk to animals too??"
"Hehehe, no he's just really smart" I drink everything and hand the bottle back "trow it in the trash please?" He does as requested and fly to my head laying down there
"It's pretty late, you should go home, your parents must be worried" Hawks put his hand on my shoulder "it's almost midnight, the bad guys would love to see an exhausted cute little girl alone in this secluded area"
"Almost midnight?! Oh, no! I have class tomorrow morning!" I start to panic and try limp my way home but Hawks stops me before I can even start
"Hey hey hey! Calm down little bird, let me take you home, okay? I would feel bad if something happened to you" he puts his hand over his heart
"I don't know" I look to the side unsure
"Come on! I can talk to your parents, so they won't be so angry at you for getting home late" he smiles "So...?"
I sigh and put Void inside my pocket in the way he likes "okay" I nod I get closer to him
"Let's fly!" He picks me up bridal style and fly off
"OH MY GOD" I hug his neck and look down amazed by the view "THIS IS SO COOL!"
"Please stop shouting! I can hear you just fine" he gives me a pained look
"Ops... sorry, I'm just excited" I feel the wind in my face and hair loving the feeling
"It's cool isn't it?"
"Cool? This is awesome!" I giggle looking around "I can't wait to be able to fly on my on... oh! My house is in the other direction!"
"What?! And you just tell me now??"
"I just noticed, and you didn't even ask, you just flew away" he sighs and start going to the right way "so... what's your name?"
"Oh! Did you forget? It's y/n"
"No I didn't I want to know your surname" he keeps looking forward
"I prefer that you call me by my first name... just don't ask... okay?"
"Hmmm.... fine little bird, you win" he has a small smile in his face
After a short time we get there and I tell him to put me on the balcony that has a husky by the glass door.
He does as asked and look inside "where are your parents?"
I look to the side nervous and open the glass door to let Haru say hi to us both "working... are you thirsty?" I get inside after taking my shoes off "you can keep your boots on, I can just clean the floor later"
"Yeah, a cup of water would be good" he says while getting inside and petting Haru
"That one is Haru" I take out Void from my pocket, and he flies to the couch "make yourself at home" I limp to the kitchen to grab a cup of water for him. I can hear him walking in the house, even if he doesn't make a sound I can hear Haru following him around
"Here" I go back to the living room with a glass of water and see him looking at my pictures
He looks at me and grabs the water "thank you" he smiles and drink everything fast "would you like for me to wait with you for your parents?"
"NO!" I end up shouting and see his surprised face turn into a serious one.
"Okay, enough... I know you are lying, tell me the truth, you live in this one-bedroom apartment, have no pictures of your parents or anyone else in your walls and shelves, and you don't even tell me your surname, there is no signal of other people living in this house" he looks scary when angry
I step back from him and look at the floor, my wings getting dark
"Did you runaway?"
"No..."
"Where they abusive?"
"N-no...?"
"Did they touch you in some sexual wa-"
"NO!"
"Did they trow you out?"
I stay silent just looking at the floor, my wings get all black.
"I will take that as and yes... do you need help?"
"No" I look up to his eyes, golden concerned eyes meet with e/c empty eyes "they give me an allowance and pay my bills to keep me away from them, so no... I don't need help, if you have finished already please leave" I turn my back to him and go to the bathroom stopping right at the door "I need no hero" then I go take a bath.
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There we go!
3180 words! Congrats to me!
Hope u all enjoyed this chapter, I wrote it with lots of love ❤
See you all next Friday!
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I fucking NEED to write a Homestuck reincarnation AU with the ancestors. So I'll do it.
Tbh it'll be mostly our favorites hemoanarchist (gods do I love this word) ; The Signless, the Dolorosa, the Psiioniic and the Disciple. Because I love them, that's why. (let's say the Psiioniic died with the others bc if he's not dead he can't be reborn. He was still the helsman but for a shorter time)
So at first I was thinking "they could be reincarnated as Karkat, Sollux, Nepeta and Kanaya" but then I realized that there would be no Karkat, Nepeta, etc... And I love them. So nope nope nope. So I decided that they would be reborn six or seven sweeps before the beta trolls, with the same sign, same blood color and pre-scratch names. They're raised by the same lusus as their descendants. Now there's three ways to do it. 1) everyone remembers. 2) nobody remembers but they have feelings and dreams. 3) only one of them remember. The 3 would be interesting and sad ! Lots of angst. But as much as I love angst, I couldn't write it to save my life. I'm just overwhelmed by the "I want them to be happy". The 2 would be very interesting to write ! Slow burn and pining and also angst bc "why the fuck am I dreaming about my wrists burning ???". Also "I feel I loved you for so long but we literally just met ???". Nice. But sadly, I'll write the 1 ! Because I want to.
So. They're hatched like seven sweeps before their descendants. At first, they live their life quietly. Since Alternia is... Well, a whole planet, they never met when they were young (that would be too easy. They'll meet way later). They think they are alone :( cue angst. But their life isn't so bad. Kinda. Signless (and holy shit he has a lusus ! With his blood color ! He misses his mother but he's happy to have a lusus : he never had one before so) learns to shout loudly with Crabdad (lol) and doesn't go out much (bc you know mutant) but when he does everyone he mets is baffled bc he's super nice ?? He's like those people who smile at you on the streets and even if you know you'll never see him again you fell a little pale something. Half of his neighborhood got a little pale crush on him (he's totally oblivious because guess what ! He's still in love with Psii and Disciple). He studies psychology and other alien civilisations online bc he thinks it's interesting. That's all. He gives advices to people (he got a blog. He's pretty famous for his advice ! Both because he's wise and because his advices is always pacifist). He thinks he's in a other universe (again !) and then he discovers the story of the Signless (by sheer luck, since the story has been erased everywhere by the Condesce) and he's just baffled because wow, he's thousands of sweeps in the future ! Wow ! And also because "does that means that the Condesce is the same fucking Condesce that killed me/us ? WHEN WILL SHE DIE". The Psiioniic lives with his bipolar lusus (nothing new, he' s bipolar himself) and is the best hacker of all Alternia (come ON, of course he is !). Every goldblood knows him, there's a rumor (that nobody takes seriously) that he's the reincarnation of the Psiioniic ! (every time Psii hears this rumors he laughs so hard he cries. It's just so... So funny) he uses his skills for hacking more or less everything, subtly attacking the Condesce (nothing major he knows he can't win), fucking with highbloods (and if he specifically targets those cerulean that act like pirates, those indigo with bows, those violets orphaners, that's nobody's business) and search for the others three, because despite thinking he is alone, there's still a spark of hope (honestly, if we're being realist, he probably would have found them in one or two sweeps since he's really good. But that would be too easy ! So no). The Dolorosa is not in the caverns (and is thankful for that, because after a lifetime outside, she isn't ready to go back to this claustrophobic darkness where she would search and never find a hint of candy red). She does clothes. She's very good ans even does clothes for highbloods. She's both respected and feared. There are rumors about her, rumors of white light and stains of cobalt and violet blood on her lipstick. But those are only rumors, right ? It's strange for her to be this young, but it's also good. The Disciple lives in the forest, with her lusus. She's the best huntress ! Tbh she's a bit of a cryptid. People talking about the beast in the woods. Most olive bloods knows it's her ; she's not the first olive to live in the woods after all. She tries to find the remaining signlessists (is that how it's written ?) to 1) check if what they teach is really what Signless taught, because she knows how cults can be and 2) if they still have the right idea, maybe join them. Maybe not. She's not exactly a signlessist, after all.
Let's say it's a no game AU because I don't want them to die. Also, to be clear, I ship Psii/Signless/Disciple as in Psii/Signless + Disciple/Signless. I don't really ship Psii/Disciple, I see them as... Very good chaotic friends with blackflirting, could be pale or black or red but have this sort of "ewww" reaction about dating each other so no.
When they're seven sweeps, their lusus brings home a wiggler that looks exactly like them (everyone reacts differently : Disciple squeals because Nepeta is so cute ! Psiioniic look at Sollux like... What ? Is ? This ? Another Captor disaster ? In this house ? We're doomed. Dolorosa is surprised but well. She already raised a child, and this time her lusus will help. Signless is shocked. Really. He stays silent for hours and maybe cries a little. After a while they all figure out that they're their descendants - that leads to a "wait but if this is my descendant... Am I biologically my own descendant ??" confusion but eh). They're all very fucking surprised but well.
Nepeta grows up with her big Sister Meulin and their shared lusus. She never really understood that having a big sister was weird until she met Equius. After all, three of her friends also had siblings ! She loves her big sister ; Meulin is clever and nice and pretty and strong and she wants to be like her when she grows up ! But sometimes her big sister looks at the red blood of the beasts they kill with sad eyes, sometimes she draws a symbol Nepeta doesn't knows, she never kills bees, she has a lot of respect for the jades, and she hates being alone. Her sister hates loneliness more than anything. Sometimes, even with sopor her sister wakes up crying about people she doesn't knows. But her sister is the best of all. And when she tells Nepeta stories of love and equality, Nepeta listens, and understands.
Sollux grows up with his annoying big brother Mituna. They have this sibling rivalry (some trolls think it's blackflirting - ewww). His brother is the best hacker of Alternia and Sollux thinks he's very cool (even if he will never admit it). Sometimes his brother shakes his hands and legs for hours mumbling strange things (still moving still moving still alive not trapped not a helsman she's not here I'm not here) and touches the back of his neck, as if he expected something to be here. Some days his brother flinches just seeing pink. He spends days searching people online - Sollux thinks it's kinda stupid ; nobody has blood that red. His brother wears a necklace with a symbol that isn't his. He has three sharpies with three colors - Sollux expected yellow and blue and red but those are bright red and olive and jade. Sometimes he draws on his hands with those sharpies - always the same symbols. Sometimes he wakes up screaming and he talks in his sleep - about ships, about pink, about blue arrows and bright red blood and someone that was everything. Sollux doesn't really understands. His brother is sad half of the time, but it's okay, because Sollux isn't better. But he wouldn't have it any other way (he sure would like to do without the voices and the bipolarity and his brother's depression but we can't have everything)
Kanaya thinks her big sister Porrim is very wise. Maybe a bit too much for her age. Sometimes her sister seems very old. Porrim is beautiful ; the prettiest troll Kanaya has ever seen really, but there's a old sadness deep in her bones that's always here. Her big sister always hated the ocean. Most trolls feared it (because of the seadwellers) but her big sister hated it. She had an odd look on her face every time she saw a spider and never wore anything with blue or violet or pink. Her sister had a sad smile when she helped her to do her red skirt. Her sister is wonderful. Almost more like a mother to Kanaya than their actual mother. When Kanaya was little, she told Porrim so. Porrim laughed very hard and maybe cried a little, and Kanaya doesn't remember her answer (I have only one child, little sister, and it isn't you).
Karkat thinks his big brother Kankri was someone else, before he was his big brother. He sees many things on him that shouldn't be here. He sees his big brother rubbing his wrists sometimes, and flinches every time Karkat grabs them (Karkat does it because of that ; he wants his brother to know that he doesn't have to be afraid). His brother can't cook meat, because the scent of burned meat makes him gag and cry and rub his wrists harder. His brother never does anything to the little beehive on their house - he says he likes bees. His brother loves meowbeasts, like Karkat's olive friend. His brother believes in rainbow drinkers - it's strange. Rainbow drinkers doesn't exist after all ! When he was very little, Karkat thought that Kankri was a coward - he never fought anyone and was always talking about peace and equality and love ! Lame. But then when he was four sweeps he told his brother that he wanted to be a threshecutioner and Kankri suddenly looked very afraid. He explained him things ; about their blood, about the empress, about the culling, about equality. After that, Karkat decided that Kankri was cool in a very strange manner, and that peace and equality andd love wasn't that bad after all. Karkat thinks that his brother is one of those heroes we never talk about, and nobody remembers them because they did heroics things without hurting anyone or killing monsters. He thinks that being like his big brother would be nice. He knows he has anger problems, he tries to deal with it (it helps that he isn't the only one, with Sollux being bipolar and Nepeta being autistic). His brother helps him with his quadrant confusion, when he says he has a pale crush on Kanaya but he also has a crush on Nepeta and Sollux but it's like on all quadrants ! (yup I ship them all) his brothers laughs and tells him about his own history with his lovers and how they were everything to him without really being in a quadrant. It... Slightly help (Karkat still thinks his crushes are unrequited. Fool).
Those four little trolls grows up with their lusus and someone else, and it changes little things. Nepeta begins to write books of romance and adventure and she tells stories to those who wants to hear them. Sollux knows he can count on his friends and his brother ; he doesn't have to bear everything alone. Kanaya knows that if she doesn't wants to go to the caverns, her big sister will help her. She doesn't have to be an adult before really being one. Karkat is a pacifist and thinks his shouting skills are actually very useful to scold people (he isn't wrong). He wants to deal with conflicts without violence or blood spilled (especially not his !!!). He's working on his anger. It's hard, but he isn't alone. He told his closest friends about his blood color : Sollux Nepeta and Kanaya (he wanted to tell Gamzee as well but Gamzee can't keep a secret).
Honestly the reunion between the ancestors would be very emotional of course. Like at this point Karkat and Kanaya would totally be moirails and Sollux, Karkat and Nepeta would be dating (after a long chat about the quadrant thing they decided to say fuck the quadrant system). So they would like meet in person and their big brothers/sisters would go with them but like... Just to make sure they're alright you know (alternia is dangerous after all :/). And HERE'S the emotional reunion I guess. I won't write it, I don't know how to. But you see.
My main idea was a Reincarnation AU, then it became "Karkat, Sollux, Nepeta and Kanaya growing up with their ancestors but not as their ancestors and noticing strange things about their siblings". Hope you like it, because I sure do !
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A/N: Just a Literati trifle in celebration of GG’s 20th Anniversary Week. I still have another chapter or two to write but I wanted to get this out before the event officially ended. (Canon compliant + OS + divergences)
Also here: (AO3)
Enjoy! 
xx Ashlee Bree
An Archive of Words Between Us
One day, many weeks into it but still no closer to clarity about what it is between them, Rory does what she does best: she makes a list.
Marked at the beginning, from when she and Jess first met, she soon starts to add to it with frightening regularity. A new entry comes any time there’s news, insight, questions, or growing confusion to report. She writes it all down. Out. She compiles everything in a beat-up old notebook she’s taken to carrying around.
Over the years that follow it becomes a confessional of sorts for her, a still developing story. She reaches for a pen whenever the mood strikes, and writes…then writes some more…
Committing to paper all the things they’ve said to each other over the course of their history, as well as many of the things they didn’t.
- i. things we said when we were strangers -
“Hey, Dodger, wait a minute,” she calls out before he disappears behind the gazebo. “Is this a gimmick of yours? Do you always write margin notes in the books you steal from strangers?”
Jess stops. Casts a cursory glance over his shoulder before turning back around with hands in his hoodie pocket.
“Depends, I guess.”
“On?”
“Does it matter?”
Rory shrugs.“You could be a literature-defacing miscreant on the lam for all I know. Your face might be tacked to Wanted posters all over New York City. I’ve got to edge my bets, protect my assets.”
“What,” he says, “you aiming to sentence me without a trial or something?”
“Thinking about it.”
“Wow. I can’t believe you’re going to bust out the cuffs already, Judge Judy,” he chuckles, raising his hands in supplication before rocking backwards on his heels like he’s been shot. “That’s not very neighborly.”
“Sounds like there’s evidence to be had if I dig a bit.” A pause. A teasing quirk of an eyebrow. “Is there?” she asks.
Though he stays silent at this, a spark of something catches deep in his dark eyes as their gazes meet, and Rory's stomach flips.
“Well?”
“You tell me,” he says, all smooth and inscrutable and James Dean cool as hell.
“I’m no Agent Scully at the FBI, but the truth is out there. Don’t think I won’t uncover it,” Rory replies, her wit flowing strong and sure. “If I think it’s warranted I could hire Kirk to lay chase for a while…he likes detecting. Takes payment in Skittles, too. Boxes of which I will have no trouble acquiring, I assure you.”
“Who the hell’s Kirk?”
“Let me worry about that,” she beams back at him coyly, bouncing the book he’d pilfered earlier against her hip.
“Save your Skittles, concerned citizen. I’m clean.”
“Oh, yeah? And why should I believe you when I hold proof to the contrary?”
“Because—” Ambling backwards in the middle of the street, a crooked smirk forms along the corner of Jess’s mouth as he gives her one last idle loll of his shoulder. “I only leave notes for people who might appreciate them. Start with the one on page three, by the way,” he adds with a farewell salute. “It’s a doozy.”
Curiosity piqued, Rory ignores the warmth in her chest as she watches him turn to leave a second time. Instead, she buries her nose in the margins of Howl and peruses. Losing herself in his tiny blocked script the whole walk home.
- ii. things we said because we were lying to ourselves -
Pacifying the town's fears about their friendship isn’t easy.
Especially not after Jess outbids her boyfriend at the basket-bidding festival to win an afternoon of her company. Or the night he shows up on her doorstep unannounced, bearing food and intellectual discussion after she swears to everybody else she wanted to spend the evening alone. Or when he wrecks her car on their way back from a spontaneous hunt for ice cream cones.
Then there’s the time she misses Lorelai’s graduation because she’s stuck on a bus next to some scruffy-looking creep who spits chew into a soda can while he mumbles the names of state capitals under his breath in an Appalachian-sounding litany, Rory having skipped town impulsively to visit Jess in the Big Apple after Luke had sent him packing because of an accident that had no real bearing or blame. At least not unless it was half hers to share in, too, in any case.
She expends a lot of energy defending what they are to people. Clarifying what they’re not.
Pretty soon a truncated version of the truth skips from her mouth like a message she’s spent months concocting, memorizing, and then recording, with her smart enough not to speak it aloud until it sounds convincing. And it does. She makes sure of it.
Tensions abate after that, for a time. Mostly because of the distance.
Mom and Dean, in particular, seem to breathe easier with so much of it stretched between them. They’re much happier once Jess is no longer there to lurk around Luke’s, or clog the aisles of Doose’s, or stake out chalkperson outlines on the sidewalks of town where he can draw her closer to him. Too close for comfort, as far as anyone else is concerned. Even if his only aim in doing so had been to imbibe her in intellectual conversation.
Rory finds it funny how his absence from Stars Hollow makes it both easier and harder for her to placate everyone’s misgivings. The words may be simple to say, but the meaning behind them feels deflated. Half-bodied at best.
Like calculus, it causes her headaches. Forces her to work twice as hard to make everyone believe she doesn’t care that he’s gone and likely never coming back again. That the vacant space he’s left behind doesn’t sting whenever her gaze passes over it, remembering.
Exhausting though it is, however, she does her best. She makes the effort.
She starts by dolling out extra attention and assurances to Dean about her commitment to him. To their relationship. Then she pivots around mention of Jess’s existence to her mom because she knows she doesn’t approve of him let alone agree about any of his good qualities. With Lane, she focuses on school and Mrs. Kim and music they can add to her floorboard collection. And in front of Luke, so as not to burden him with more disappointment, she acts as if nothing is different. Pretends that nothing much has changed.
Omission quickly becomes a habit for Rory. A way of life.
Only once does exposure threaten to spoil everything when her mom confronts her openly one afternoon about a placeholder that’s slipped out of her copy of For Whom The Bell Tolls.
“It’s nothing,” Rory says as she makes a quick grab for it in the kitchen and blushes.
“Really? Because nothing to me looks a hell of lot like a paper plate fragment. One that’s smudged in pizza grease and blue scribbles.” Laughing, completely unaware of her daughter’s wide-eyed discomfort and humiliation, Lorelai hands it back to her without inspecting it closely. “I’m surprised by your choice is all. Messy and makeshift isn’t your typical bookmark M.O., hun.”
“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when Paris accosts you at the break bell. You drop things. People jump, drinks spill. Beloved bookmarks go soaring…”
“Ah. I take it she was yelling in dog decibels again?”
“More like she put out an APB on all aliens living a few hundred million lightyears away and then gave them exact shouting coordinates for where to find her. So same difference, really.”
Her mom snorts. Passes over the ranch dressing.
“She’s a pill, that one. I’m telling you Pink wrote that song with her in mind.” Shaking her head, Lorelai closes the fridge behind her as she bites into another French fry. “So how’d you come by the plate?” she asks, her mouth full.
“It was spontaneous. I was running late so I nicked it from the cafeteria on my way out,” Rory lies, knowing full well Chilton never dispenses paper or plastic dishes for dining.
“Oh.” Her mom considers this. “Well, I suppose there were times even Madeleine Albright couldn’t find anything better to use in a pinch. That was very…replateful of you.”
“What can I say,” she exhales with relief, feigning amusement as her fib is accepted with alacrity, “the Forks was with me.”
“Only the Forks? Don’t tell me you’re leaving out the spoons and the knives. How could you?” says Lorelai, aghast, as she scoops stray kitchen utensils to press them against her chest in a bodily cuddle. “It’s cutlery discrimination!”
“No, it’s punning.”
“Says who?”
“Me.” A pause. A nibble of pizza. “Also, Shakespeare would agree.”
“Psssh, Shakespeare! That old killjoy,” her mom says dismissively, rolling her eyes in good humor as she tucks a box of strawberry Pop Tarts under her armpit and motions toward the living room. “What’s that you have written on the inside there, anyway? French? Calculus? Rolling Stone lyrics? A blueprint for the evil plan you’ve hatched to shoot Grandma to the moon? I’m dying to know.”
Waving her off, Rory tucks the shard back into the spine of her book where it belongs. Hiding it from view. “It’s for school,” she assures her as they settle onto the sofa.
“So tell me about it. I don’t care if it’s boring.”
“Pass.”
“Come on! I could use a good Chilton-instigated snooze.”
“Too bad. No beauty naps for you.”
Lorelai pouts, fake affronted. “Rude!”
(Turns out that ‘shard,’ that ‘thing for school’ which is stuck between the pages of Rory’s Hemingway, isn’t boring at all. In fact, it has a history. A story. The truth is it’s a souvenir she’s saved ever since she and Jess talked books over pizza at Antonioli’s on basket-bidding day.
Toward the end of the meal he’d ripped off a piece of plate so he could jot down his phone number and a quote. Only sliding it into her hand, folded in half, crinkled up like a note passed between desks at school, in the moments before they parted ways and headed home.
It’s stupid she’s kept it. She realizes that now. Stupider still to slip it between the pages of each new book she reads or unfurl it in the privacy of her bedroom to puzzle out if the line he’d included from A Moveable Feast is meant to have double meaning:
“We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and [liked] each other,” it reads.
Stupidest of all, she can’t seem to bring herself to stop looking at it. To throw the darn thing away. A note…a number…a greasy sliver of paper plate!)
“Like I said, Mom,” Rory swallows before smiling over at her convincingly, “it’s nothing. Really.”
- iii. things we said on the verge (of something) -
In early June, Sookie’s wedding day arrives.
Things are static again. Serene. Normal.
Granted, slight changes do sprinkle into the mix here and there because of her dad’s presence, because Dean holds her a little tighter around the waist now than he once did, but mostly it’s the same here as it’s always been. Pleasant people fade into gossip and nonsense while fun blurs into peculiarity.
Life feels simple once more. A tad plain and colorless, maybe, but simple.
Then Jess returns to town on a whim or a fluke or a who the devil knows what he’s thinking and everything goes sideways, pear-shaped, belly-up-and-down in seconds because this is the last thing she’d been been expecting and suddenly the only thing that registers is the length of the grass plus the number of steps it will take to close the distance between them. All that matters is he’s here, he’s back, he’s near enough to touch, and she’s smiling so hard she can hardly breathe as she drinks him in from head to foot like a glutton: her pulse leaping, her heart lurching free from the cage of her chest.
The whole world tilts. Collapses. The pale yellow of the sun shines down like a spotlight so it’s only a rippling alcove she sees. Just him, just her. Just them canopied beneath these flittering fronds of green.
Any rational thought Rory possesses scatters across the wind with the pollen. And then before she knows it, the ground tilts out like a ramp underfoot.
It pushes her forward. Outward. Sliding her toward him until she’s thrust and tangled in his arms with no memory at all of how she got there, or why their mouths feel so hot and wanton like this, so damn unsatisfied. It all seems impossible considering they’re still pressed together in a kiss that can only be described in one way: illicit.
“Not a word,” Rory pants when they stop and Jess pulls back, his jaw taut, his expression shuttered, to nod once understanding.
“Okay,” he says.
“Promise me.” The huskiness of her voice feels at odds with this demand, with the trembling fist she still has curled in the lapel of his jacket, but she cannot think about her stinging mouth or his tongue right now so she clings to desperation instead. “Can you do that?”
“Okay,” he repeats, all eyes, eyes, eyes. And with that single look, she forgets to breathe let alone digest anything he’s promised.
In the end, it’s an impulse that overtakes them not a decision. It’s a moment of clandestine passion they share, not a confession that will alter the circumstances any.
And yet it’s guilt, not regret, that begins to pull like an anchor in her belly until she’s running in shoes that chafe the back of her heels. It’s terror and confusion, not apology, that ripples along her nerve endings until she’s dashing through the trees like a coward or a swindler because she needs to believe behind her there’s still a haven of black and white she can cross with both feet.
Only when Rory stops does she feel the change. Does she discern the difference. It takes one sting, one breathless stitch in her side, for her to know she’s tumbled forward into color without noticing.
Looking down, and there it is. His name already singed across her chest in scarlet letters.
- iv. things we whispered on the hood of your car -
“Tell me something no else knows.”
“About what?” he asks around midnight the following April, the two of them sprawled on the hood of his car at a deserted rest stop off the I-95 on their way back from a concert in the city.
“You, silly.”
“Funny you’re thinking about penning my biography already, Churchill. I’m honored, truly, but aren’t I too young for that sort of enumeration?”
With a roll of her eyes plus a protracted har-har, Rory lifts their intertwined hands, watching, mesmerized, as their fingers thread then unthread as they lay side-by-side parked beneath the Big Dipper in this forsaken parking lot. Though they’ve been together about six months now, prying Jess open has been slow work. It’s like taking a crowbar to cement: one chip, one crack, one crumble at a time.
“Stop deflecting, Mariano,” she warns. “Evasion’s for chumps.”
“Fine,” he sighs. She presses a kiss of reward against his knuckles before curling tighter into his side. “How about this: every year roughly sixteen hundred people in New York City are bitten by other humans.”
“Bitten?”
“Yep.”
“Why?”
“That’s just it,” he says in his best horror story voice, “could be vampires, could be cranky commuters, could be urban mania or road rage…nobody knows.”
“Oh, please. As if I’d let you off the hook with that obvious dodge. You’re killin’ me here, Smalls!” Rory says with an elbow rib and tsk. “Second of all, you so made that biting thing up.”
When she edges her head back onto his shoulder to look at him, Jess drags his pointer finger down her forehead before bopping her affectionately on the nose, his expression neutral.
“Didn’t you?” He shrugs in that cute off-the-cuff way of his then smirks into her hairline. “That’s unbelievable!”
“It is what it is.”
“So, what,” she says as she throws her leg over his hip to lug him closer, her arm already stretched out across his middle, “is there a case of zombiepox going around that the CDC has neglected to inform us about? Because I’ve got to tell you if that’s so then I’ll need an inoculation ASAP, mister! Frazzled, bloodshot, and half-rotted is not a good look for me. It just isn’t.”
“Oh, I know.”
“Hey!” she exclaims.
“No offense, critter of Frankenstein,” he chuckles, absorbing her retaliatory swat with a grunt and rolling her further on top of him, “but I’ve seen you pre-coffee. It isn’t pretty. We’re talkin’ bolts out your neck, monster glares, frothing purple mouth and everything.”
“Yeah, yeah. Keep up your running tally and you might find I bite you next. Rory the Ripper does have a nice alliterative ring to it—you best remember that,” she warns all narrowed eyes and silky breath and arms folded under her chin.
Jess cocks his left eyebrow, brushes his thumb over her bottom lip. “Idle threats don’t scare me, Gilmore.”
“They should.”
“Maybe.” A lazy grin forms at the edges of his mouth. “But yours don’t.”
“Fine,” she blows out a breath. With her head resting in the center of his chest, Rory fixes him with one long steady look, her voice dropping an octave lower as it drains free of sarcasm to assume a more serious edge. “Name one thing that does then. That scares you, I mean,” she says.
He doesn’t answer right away. In fact, he fidgets so long beneath her that by the time he settles with his hands clasped behind his head, lost in thought and translation, peering up at the sky, she’s half convinced that silence or deflection is the best she can hope to expect from him in reply.
Reticence is a quality she’s come to recognize in Jess. It’s one she can reflect back at him in part because they’re both cut from the same quiet, introspective cloth. However, it’s also one that restricts her access to his thoughts and feelings when she most wants it, and that can take a toll. Makes her wonder if they’re parked at different weigh stations in this relationship or not.
It’s bizarre to reconcile how she can understand him so well in some contexts, to the point where she can predict his next reaction or sense a good joke hanging in the periphery that's about to descend; while in others, he’s a total head-scratcher. Like a Sudoku puzzle with numbers that don’t add up to anything.
The silence between them continues to stretch. It becomes an awkward, formless wall.
The stillness, too, which is illuminated only by the light of the moon and the faint din of the car radio, hangs between them until he draws her up his body and folds her over him with a green plaid blanket. His fingers tracing languid strokes up and down her spine.
“Swans,” he says at last, his tone subdued. Scratchy. “Swans scare me.”
“What else?”
“Tennis balls. They’re too small and fast as they zip past. I hate how they can leave imprints on your face like ugly yellow snitches.”
“Okay then. Weird but fair. What else?” Rory asks all warmth and eagerness, her eyes searching his for something he wouldn’t want to slip free.
“Pennywise.” Though she snickers at that, it’s a valid fear. Clowns unsettle her, too. Evil ones especially. She’d had nightmares for eight months after she’d read Stephen King’s It for the first time, and had taken to sleeping with the bedside lamp on for years.
“Anything more?” she asks.
“Cricket bats.”
“Ooh-ho!” Poking him, “So Mrs. Kim got to you, did she?”
“Listen, I tried to be cool and unaffected but who knows what would’ve become of my head if she’d taken a swing with that thing?” Jess shudders at the same time she imagines Humpty Dumpty and laughs. “Jeez.”
“Things would’ve gotten messy,” she adds honestly.
He stalls a moment, then blinks back at her all wariness to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “How messy are we talking here?”
Rory cocks her head and bites the corner of her mouth, musing. “Think pumpkins.”
“Smashed ones?”
“Yep.”
“Figures,” he mutters miserably.
With an encouraging pat, “Don’t worry, I would’ve stepped in before Mrs. Kim buried your handsome yet indignant face beneath the floorboards or behind a brick wall in the catacombs with Fortunato. It’s the least I could do since I sort of like you and all.”
“Sort of?” Jess asks.
“Yeah. I’m no unreliable narrator girlfriend who'd escort you to your doom, you see. I’d much prefer to keep you,” she says with an adoring grasp and swivel of his chin, which he deflects by tickling her breathless as she bends down over him.
“Gee thanks, Casper. Nice to know you care about me.”
“Not about you exactly,” she teases, her flip-floppy giggles still piercing the air. “Just your head.”
That stops him. “My head, huh?”
“Sure.” Still a little breathless, she reaches toward him to fist her fingers through thick black tendrils along his nape. “It’s pretty.” She gives the strands a little tug. “Full of thoughts I’m hoping to pilfer for further study.”
“You know, I always thought there was some hoodlum in your DNA. Now I’m convinced,” he says as he leans over to commence the tickling again. “And you will pay."
The two of them continue to roll then thump against his windshield all elbows and knees until the levity starts to leaden and transform. As Jess reaches over to cup her cheek, their gazes meet in the silvery darkness and hold, kindling like flint.
Quiet washes over them again for a moment. Only this time, it’s bloated; it’s heavy. It’s a mess of a hundred thousand decipherable something’s teetering on the precipice of expression.
A flicker of alarm passes over his features as he frames her face with his hands, palms flat against the car. He hovers aloft, unsure. Indecision mixes with fear to tangle with retreat even as gravity beckons him nearer, his head dropping low enough for their foreheads to touch.
“I sort of like you, too, you know,” Jess breathes softly, his lips lowering to press against her mouth in a quick but lingering kiss. “A lot.” His jaw clenches. “Maybe too much.”
Suddenly there’s a tightrope pulled taut and vibrating in every direction because there’s no shrinking back from the dense electricity pulsating between them. There’s no more room to dance around unnamed emotion whenever it identifies itself in blown pupils, in a bobbing Adam’s apple, in hands that slip and slide until they fit together like aligning planets.
In that instant Rory knows. She knows right then and there she’s falling in love with him, that she’s half fallen already. And it’s both a revelation and a fact so natural she can feel the truth of it whistling from deep in her bones.
Looking nervous, vulnerable, more fragile than she’s ever seen him, he swallows hard then shifts to squint out at the shadowy tree line while scratching at his nape. “It’s just…so many people have treated me like garbage that all I know how to do is spoil things. I destroy, Rory—ruin what’s good. It’s what I do best. It’s all I know. I’m trying here and all, but I…don’t know how to do this,” he says, gesturing lamely between them. “How to do us right.”
“Hey now,” she thumbs his cheek, tries to turn his head back toward her but it won’t budge, and neither will he. “That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about. Go easy on him, will you?” He nods into her palm, softening a little. The tension leaves his body as he gathers her in his arms again, her head conforming to the crook of his neck, but she’s not convinced all is well yet.
“There’s no rulebook or anything,” Rory says placatingly. “We’ll figure it out together, okay? You and me.”
“Yeah.”
“We will,” she says with an emphatic, assuring squeeze. “I know we will.”
With a caustic laugh, a heavy sigh, he runs his teeth over his lip, “I’m a screw up, Rory.”
“Hey. Not true.”
“I am.” Jess sounds so resigned, so convinced, it ties her into knots thinking he sees himself that way.
“Not to me, you’re not.”
“No,” he says with a deadened inflection, with a sad downturn of his mouth. “Not to you.”
Frowning, she feels his cynicism, his self-deprecation, descend like a slash across the gut. Helpless to do anything but try to be a soft place for him and his insecurities to land, she pulls him toward her, embracing him, quieting him, caring for him more with each passing second even though a warning gong goes off in her heart when she leans in to steal another kiss.
“Maybe I’m not a screw up to you yet,” he whispers, “but I could be at another time. On another day.”
“Stop,” Rory declares forcefully, holding her finger against his lips so he knows she means it.
Jess relents. “Okay,” he sighs. “Just know I’ll get it if you change your mind.”
- v. things we cried out at a crossroads -
Strained.
Silent.
Distant.
Those are the best adjectives to describe the status of her and Jess’s relationship as the bus pulls away from the curb a couple weeks later. After the party from hell. From her place on the sidewalk, her chest full of a heaviness she can’t name, Rory stares after it - after him - with little to no regard for the hour’s lateness or for the morning bell which signals the start of homeroom.
It’s the middle of May. That means finals, graduation, and summer loom on the periphery but she doesn’t care. None of it resonates. In the background she can hear Paris barking orders at a few trembling freshman and minted sophomores, but she does nothing to intervene. She makes no move to prevent her frenemy’s yellow journalistic splatter from crushing the innocents to smithereens.
Instead, she watches the hum and bump of the vehicle’s dusty rubber wheels as they roll down the street. She tracks the plume of smoke swirling from the exhaust pipe into the sky, which clouds over with blacks and grays instead of with clearing blues and radiant yellows. She waits until the bus turns left, its engine loud, roaring, to putt around the corner. Disappearing from view.
I hope he calls later, she thinks with a pang, with an iota of hope. We need to talk soon.
Rory’s eyes want to keep traveling with him long after he’s gone. So do her feet. They seek to follow along wherever Jess has gone, to ride beside him until they’re able to make sense of this mess between them and fix it. Fix them again.
Unfortunately for them both, they don’t. And it’ll be some time before they can, let alone before they do.
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radiant-flutterbun · 3 years
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Lair Review for JuniaEnigma
@juniaenigmafr​ - 10 dragons
First impressions: I love the idea of a Plague clan serving as a pit stop for travelers of the Scarred Wasteland. It’s nice to know that even in a placed called a Wasteland, there’s still friendly faces!
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I decided to check out your hibernal den first, since I know it’s easy to miss some really wonderful dragons when they’re tucked away in there.
All permababies have a special place in my heart and I especially love nocturne babies. I think they’re some of he cutest in the game. I like how Penumbra showcases their goat eyes. I love the goat eyes, but it is sad that it’s so hard to see them on many of the adult dragons. 
I won’t lie, Penumbra looks a little spooky with their Plague goat eyes and dark coloration. The savannah and safari genes really help up the spook factor too. But that’s exactly why they caught my eye!
10/10 a good little spooky dragon
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Sugarplum looks very sweet! I can see how they got their name! Pinstripe, bee, and glimmer bubblegum all go very nicely together for a candy theme! You also dressed them up very nicely. All of the different purples mesh really well on this dragon. i like the usage of different apparel sets too. It’s a very unique, yet cohesive outfit!
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Remember what I said about permababies? Yeah that’s why this little guy got my attention. With their blue and white coloration and pink blossoms, they make me think of a nice spring day. They really are deserving of their name, Hope, because looking at them makes me feel peaceful and happy.
The faceted eyes are a bit spooky though, but I like that. It makes me feel like there’s a lot more to Hope than there is at first glance.
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Nox? I love Nox. Absolute perfection. Everything I want in a drgon. Mirror? check. Permababy? Check. shadow primal? Check. Purble? Check. Effervescent.
Oh and that lore? Very cute and sweet. Good stuff. I wish only the best for Nox.
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I decided to review Oskar next since he was in Nox’s bio. I want to poke his little tummy. Coatl hatchling art is just too cute, and the glimmer on Oskar’s tum just makes him even cuter. His rare eyes are really pretty. I think Plague has the best rare eyetype. I also love that he’s a bookworm and is best friends with Nox!
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Casiope radiates power. She looks like someone that I wouldn’t want to see the bad side of. And reading her lore, it appears I got the right impression of her! Still it’s sad that she was an outcast for a little while. Poor Casiope :(
Vaako better not hurt her any more than he already has.
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*eyes emoji* Iku? Fantastic and wonderful! Extremely pretty. How do I begin breaking down what I love about Iku so much?
I guess I could start with the accent. It is beautiful and i want it. I think bones and feathers look really cool so.. yeah. Beautiful accent for a beautiful boy. I love that he collects bones too. 
And then how that accent is layered over genes like bee and capsule makes it look like... ethereal I guess is the word i’m looking for? Idk how to describe it, but it’s a really cool effect.
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I know, I know I’ve picked a lot of your permababies but you just have so many good ones. Stitched, patchwork, and ghost are some of my favorite genes and when they’re all together  they create the right amount of spooky. Ramie is the perfect amount of cute and creepy and I love them for that. What a doll.
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I took one look at Fey and went “Wow! Halloween vibes!” and then I looked at their hatch date and yeah. Yeah that’s perfect. I love this Halloweeny Halloween tun. What a wonderful rep for my favorite holiday. 
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And I’ll end my review with this guy. Brynden looks very intimidating! They’re not someone I would want to see while alone and in the dark. Everything from the goat eyes to the ram horns to being a blood xxy to the rusty cleaver just screams “Do not mess with me”. I love this dude and the danger vibes they give off.
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I’ll Make a Wolf Out of You || Ariana & Sammy
TIMING: Late Tonight PARTIES: @letsbenditlikebennett & @inspirationdivine SUMMARY: This time, Ariana and Ace (Sammy) meet up as planned so she can turn him into a werewolf.  CONTENT: Abuse mentions and some medical blood
Sammy was calm. He was completely calm. His knee wasn’t bouncing as he worked by the lathe, there wasn’t a large stack of coffee cups by his side, his eyes weren’t dark from staying up so much last night. Everything was chill, as the house got quiet and he crept through the house. She wasn’t going to catch him again. He shut each door behind him so quietly, it didn’t even click. He held his shoes in his hands as he ran on socks along the hall, and gently cracked the basement door open. Nearly there. Nearly there (and no, no way was Sammy even considering how this sneaking about worked with the being devoted to Lydia), as he bolted down the stairs, not quite remembering to shut the door fully behind him. He slipped on his shoes, moved the hidden basement tunnel hatch, and crept through the passage. He almost ran the whole way to their meetup place, careful not to trip over anything in the dark. Tonight was the night. He bounced from foot to foot, pulling his hoody a little closer around him. There was some clay on the sleeve. He picked at it as he waited, so Sammy, being totally calm, jumped a mile in the air when Ariana approached him. “He-Hey!”
All day, Ariana had been thinking about what tonight would entail. She’d never done anything like this before and she was feeling a bit nervous. To prepare, she’d been sure to eat a heart, meat-packed dinner to ensure hunger wouldn’t make her lose control. Today was the day she was turning Ace into a wolf like her and it left her feeling antsy. Last time he hadn’t shown up, but he still seemed eager to do this. She was as well. The sooner she could take him under her wing, the sooner he’d be away from Lydia. The sooner he’d stop the whole slowly dying from being her meal. It left her both excited and nervous in the same breath. She waited at their spot, her bag filled with first aid supplies so she could quickly patch Ace up after she bit him. When she arrived, she was relieve to see Ace was already there. She quickly wrapped him in a hug and mumbled, “Hey, Ace.” She couldn’t decide if it was better or worse to get this over with right away. “I brought everything we’ll need to patch you up after the bite. Are you feeling okay with everything?” 
Sammy wrapped her arms tight around her, giving her a squeeze to chill his jitters about tonight. He looked up through the tree canopy at the the half moon. In one week, he’d feel it calling him for the first time. Which started…. Tonight. Tonight! “Uhhhhh what?” He asked, realising she’d been asking him a question. “Right, right! Yeah, I’m so ready. I can’t believe this is happening. I mean, it is still happening, right? You still want to bite me?” He had so many questions. Were there special rules about where he got bitten? Did he get to choose? Could she do it like this or would she wolf up? What did she look like as a wolf? What if- Sammy had to slam a brake on his thoughts right there, just looking at her. “I missed you.”
Although she had been looking forward to this, to finally knowing he’d be safe with her, Ariana had to make a conscious effort to keep herself calm. She remembered her deep breaths Celeste always had her do as she hugged him. This was real. After tonight, he’d be like her and Lydia wouldn’t want to keep him as dinner anymore. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself though it didn’t entirely relieve the pit forming in her stomach. She looked up to him and nodded quickly, “Yeah, of course… I mean it only sounds a little weird when you put it like that, but that’s what’s happening so, yes I still want to bite you.” What was she even saying? Her cheeks flushed pink and she realized she was sounding about as composed as he was. Tighten up, Bennett. With another long inhale, she reminded herself this was going to make things better. “So,” she began more coolly this time, “Where should I-- I figure you probably don’t want it to be anywhere too noticeable because it will scar, but I also don’t want to like… chomp into a vital organ or something.” She should have asked Kaden’s girlfriend about anatomy or something. She was always turning things into long science words. That thought seemed to melt away when he said he’d missed her. She looked back up to him and her face softened. “I missed you, too, Ace.” 
Were there places that it would be weird to ask to be bit? Sammy took a long moment to think it over, looking himself up and down. Not his arms - the clay room got so hot at times he only wore a vest/ Not his neck, or his shoulders - well, that was vampires, wasn’t it? No vital organs, she’d said, and truth be told Sammy wasn’t too clear on where his non vital organs were. He’d learned from his family that you could be hurt in a lot places in a way tat could quickly turn fatal, but that wouldn’t happen here, right? Sammy looked his freckled arms up and down. “What about, like, above my knee? Does that make sense?” He wrapped his arms around her again, and he was sure with those ears she could hear just how fast his heart was racing, and just how sweaty he was. “One more week, yeah? We’ve got this. Totally.”
At least he seemed to be thinking over where she’d bite him though she could hear the way his heart pounded in his chest, reverberating and beating in her ears. Ariana reached out to him and placed a hand on his arm. “It’s going to be okay,” she said surely, “I can do above the knee. Just do your best to stay still, I know I’ll probably look scary as a wolf.” Had he ever even seen a werewolf up close? Sure, she was small relative to other wolves, but she was still powerful and larger in wolf form. Despite his obvious nerves, he still hugged her and she leaned into him. Only a week until freedom. No more late nights spent up worrying about him and lightly stalking Lydia. She doubted they’d entirely abandoned nights spent in the woods, but she could almost picture what he would look like smiling under a sunny sky. The thought made her let out a soft breath and look up to him. “One more week. We do have this, I’m ready when you are. I will have to change into a wolf first.” 
Sammy rolled up his shorts until his upper thigh was completely exposed.Goosebumps raised along his skin, it was really too cold to be wearing just shorts at night. But in the daytime it had been hot, and it hadn’t occurred for him to change before coming here. Which, uh, was a good choice, because otherwise he would have had to take off his jeans entirely for her to bite him. The idea made him red around the ears. “Cool, cool. Ready as I’ll ever be to, uh, literally change species. Wow. That’s yeah - uh, I’m ready!” He looked at her, and suddenly remembered the twilight movies his cousins had watched. His face flushed as red as tomato. “Should I, uh, turn around? While you do your thing?” He gestured vaguely at all of her.
This was it. Ariana knew where she was going to bite him all that was left was to just do it. She took in a deep breath and mentally prepared herself for what she was about to do. Ace was ready to go. “Alright then, here we go,” she said more confidently this time to make sure he was at ease. Before she could begin to tug at her shirt his question registered in her mind and she noticed how flushed he was. “Oh, right,” she said with a small laugh, “If that makes you more comfortable, that’s fine. I wake up at least three mornings a month naked in the woods. Kinda desensitized to the whole nudity thing.” Though if she really thought about it, she could acknowledge this felt a little different somehow. Either way, they’d both see each other like this regularly once he was a wolf, too. She shook that thought away as she began to nearly remove her clothes and set them down on her pack. With another slow breath in and out, she focused on shifting her features into the more wolflike version of herself. Her bones moved with ease as tufts of gray and white fur came in all over her body. There was always something so liberating about being in this state. She felt more in tune with everything around her and as her paws hit the ground, she became acutely aware of Ace’s heartbeat thumping away. Twigs cracked under her paws as she took a few slow steps toward Ace. Her connection to her objective pushed her forward, but reminded her to be gentle. He wasn’t like her, not yet. She gazed at him for a few moments, wolf eyes catching the light of the moon, and cautiously waited for his approval to move forward. 
Sammy flushed bright red, turning away from her slightly. Any thoughts of this being the norm in just one week had completely missed him by. Sammy waited, breathing fast as he heard her take off her clothes. Her breathing changed, growing lower and deeper, and when her paws padded on the forest floor Sammy finally looked back, staring back at a wolf. A wolf! “Holy shit, holy shit!” Were his first, highly intelligent words. Sammy tried again.“You’re like a wolf wolf! Which I knew, I know, but the wolf knowing and the seeing of wolfage-” Sammy stammered, realising he was slowly backing away. No, nope, this was what he wanted. But, seeing her teeth in the moonlight, it was suddenly occurring to Sammy, very, very quickly, that this was going to hurt. There were a lot of teeth, glistening white, and they’d be sinking into his leg. “Okay, okay, wow, holy shit. Just, just give me a sec. Do you still understand me? Uh-” He looked around, before carefully lowering himself down to sitting - standing while being bitten on the leg was probably not a good idea. He swallowed, adjusting his collar as he looked at her. “Okay. Ready!”
The wolf remained still and let Ace work out his anxiety. His words sounded odd to Ariana when she was in this form, but she could vaguely connect his body language and tone of voice to mean he needed a moment. So she stood still, keeping her breaths quiet and form small to appear less intimidating. The pounding of his heart rang in her ears, but his scent still had the same soothing quality. Once he sat down and he indicated he was ready, she took slow and deliberate steps toward him. Instincts screamed to charge, but she could maintain balance like this. The moon was far enough away and she was in full form which made it much easier. Her affection for Ace far outweighed her hunting drive. A few more steps and she was close enough to bite. She let out a warm huff of breath on his leg and looked up to him. Now it was. Carefully, she widened her jaw and sunk her teeth into his leg. The taste of blood on her tongue wasn’t unfamiliar. She backed away slowly, not wanting to hurt him. Staying close for too long with the taste of blood on her lips was a dangerous game to play. She could see the grimace of pain on his face and let it be her grounding point. With slow even breaths, she focused on shifting back into the form Ace was more familiar with. 
As soon as he’d said the word and Ariana began to approach, Sammy was not sure he was ready. Sitting down like this, not to make too fine of a point of it, but his neck was maw height. This was fine, it was the right choice, Sammy chanted to himself over and over again, inside his head. He dug his fingers into the ground, bracing himself against the tree roots. Her hot breath rolled over his thigh, raising goosebumps along his skin. He watched her, as if preparing for it would help it hurt less. He was wrong. His muscle jolted as she bit down, until his skin gave way and blood welled around his teeth. He was transfixed, unable to move, this couple second bite stretching into a minute in his mind. As she let go, and stepped back, he bit down on this inside of his cheeks, groaning deeply. Blood ran down his leg and into this forest floor. The groan turned into a yell, and a barely withheld scream as he clutched his thigh. The scream was over as quickly as the bite, but fuck, it hurt. He looked back up at Ari, and forgot to be bashful about the nudity thing. “Is- Is that it? Am I- Can you tell?”
As she shifted back into her more human form, she winced slightly at the sound of his scream. Ariana knew it would hurt, but she had done her best to be gentle, not that it was 100% possible. As much was evident by the blood still on her chin. She used the back of her forearm to wipe it off and quickly rushed over to Ace. “I’m sorry, fuck, I know that had to hurt. Are you okay,” she asked as she fumbled to remove the first aid stuff from her backpack forgetting in that moment that she was still nude. When she remembered, her cheeks slightly flushed pink and she quickly grabbed her hoodie to throw on. Once it was on and she was mostly covered for the moment, she quickly pressed gauze against the wound and applied some pressure. “That’s it,” she answered though she hadn’t actually done this before, “I’ll need to meet you before sunset for the next full moon. We’re going to want to go pretty deeply out in the wounds.” She grabbed one of the sanitizing wipes and warned, “This is going to sting, I’m sorry.” She wiped away some of the blood and dirt to prevent infection though his immune system would likely be stronger now. 
Sammy smiled at her weakly, looking at the small amount of his blood still smeared on her face even though she’d tried to wipe most of it off. “Yeah. Yeah. I kinda… forgot? It would hurt? Nnng-” He groaned through gritted teeth. He looked away as she pulled her hoody on, and winced as she started treating him. “Okay. Okay. Yeah, a few hours before sunset. I’ll work out how to get out earlier, give us enough time to-you know, find some deer to kill.” He braced against the tree again, and yelled as the sanitising wiped burned his skin. “Ow! Yep, yep, the stinging, that’s happening. I- wow. Mmm, that really hurts.” He shifted uneasily, but didn’t look away from her. “I don’t, uh, feel any different. Minus the dozen extra holes, obviously.”
Ariana worked carefully and did her best to be gentle with him. She’d already caused him enough pain and as much made her stomach turn. “I’m sorry,” she said softly as she gave him a moment to steady himself. Even while in pain, he somehow still managed to hold on to his sense of humor. She let out a small laugh and agreed, “Yeah, something like that. I want to make sure we’re far away from people and hunters before we change. It’s kind of nice to watch the sunset before, too.” A big part of her was nervous. Taking him under her metaphorical was no small feat and she was determined to do right by her. This would save him and he wouldn’t end up hating her for it. She’d been so sure before, but somehow Alcher’s warning rang in her mind now. The last thing she wanted was Ace to hate her, but she’d rather he’d hate her and be alive than the alternative. She frowned a bit as he cried out in pain. “I’m almost done,” she assured before finally wrapping it in a bandage. “You won’t feel different until the full moon, but you’re pretty much a guaranteed wolf now.” She pulled an apple out of her bag and handed it to him. “Here, eat this,” she instructed, “You’ve lost a bit of blood.” 
“Watching the sunset sounds amazing. We can hang out and see each other properly, and stuff.” As she pulled out the bandage, Sammy lifted his leg up so she could wrap him up more easily. “You know, you looked so badass as a wolf.” He told her earnestly, with a bit of a silly smile now that the terror was mostly gone. Sammy took a deep shaky breath as she let go, and he carefully lowered his leg back down onto the forest floor. “Which is in a week, right? September 30th? Wow, it’s really not that long anymore.” He’d be freer than he’d been in years. Taking the apple, Sammy smiled widely. “Yes ma’am,” he replied with a teasing wink. He took the apple and bit into it, trying to feel around in himself. He tried to crush the apple in his hand, but no luck. It didn’t even squish, so no super strength yet. “Hey, Ari? Come sit with me?”
“That does sound pretty great,” Ariana agreed as she kept her eyes on him and tried to gauge how he was feeling physically. She hated that she caused him any pain, but she truly believed this was going to make things better for him. Ace still seemed a bit shaky though she noticed his heartbeat wasn’t nearly as rapid as before which meant he was relaxing a bit. As much brought her a sense of relief. She smiled a bit at him calling her badass. “Thanks, I’m sure you’ll look pretty badass as a wolf, too,” she commented. The full moon would be upon them before they knew it and he’d be truly free. As much sent a surge of excitement through her, but she did her best to contain. “Yep,” she answered, “September 30th. It’ll be here quickly. It’ll take awhile before you’re able to remember what happened during it, but I’ll be looking out for you, I promise.” She meant as much and gave him a meaningful look as he asked her to join him. “Of course,” she answered as she lowered herself on the ground next to him. She studied him carefully and noticed that even under the pale light of the half moon, he looked paler somehow. Probably from the blood loss, but still, this was the most at ease she’d felt in a while. She placed her hand on his arm and asked, “How are you feeling?” 
“Oh, nah, I’m going to be the scruffy, gangly looking one with hair growing in all the wrong directions,” Sammy replied with a laugh, trying to imagine it. In a week, they wouldn’t have to. She would know, and be able to tell it. He looked at the bandage, and what he knew was under there.”I trust you. No matter what I remember, I know you will keep me safe.” Although, the idea of not remembering any of it? Fairly freak some.  “How am I feeling?” Sammy looked down at his leg, trying to work all that out for himself. It felt like there were spiders crawling under his skin. He wanted to jump up and do things, but he also felt… breakable? Like thin clay in the kiln, ready to crack under the slightest pressure. “Well, my leg hurts. I think it’s going to be worse tomorrow. I feel…. I’ve got all this… adrenaline, you know? We’ve been talking about this so long, and then I couldn’t last month, and now it’s happening. Like total point of no return. I dunno, I feel excited, and scared, with a whole lot of happy sprinkled on top.” He smiled at her, munching on his apple. “This feels right. Like we were meant to meet, and keep finding each other, or something.”
Ariana shook her head and laughed, “Somehow I doubt that, but even if you do end up being a gangly werewolf, I’ll still think you’re cool.” It was hard to imagine what he’d look like though she was curious. Layla sort of matched her hair color, she wondered if Ace would be the same. She knew her wolf coat was more gray and white which didn’t match her everyday hair color, but she tended to blend in well with her surroundings which made sneaking up on her prey easier. Werewolf genetics were a mystery to her. She swallowed back the lump forming in her throat as he expressed how much he trusted her. She hoped like hell this was the right call. All things considered, she was terrified of making a choice that could get him hurt or cost him his life. She did know she’d fight for him every step of the way. “I will, I’ll always be looking out for you, Ace.” She gave his hand a squeeze before she studied him as he looked at his leg. She could pick up on the extra energy, but it was best for him to rest. All that energy would get to come out on the full moon. “Yeah, it’ll probably be sore tomorrow. You should probably take it easy until the full moon though, let yourself heal,” she explained. She wished there was a less painful way to go about this though the last part brought a smile to her face. “I’m glad you’re happy. The other stuff is all normal. But I agree,” she looked up at him with her lips pulled upward in a grin as she spoke, “I think we were meant to find each other. Even if you’ve never been able to tell me much about yourself, I’ve always felt like it’s easy to connect with you.” She gave his hand another squeeze. It felt important that he knew all of this, knew she really did have his back through everything that was to come. 
“It’s sore right now! But you’re right. I'll do my best to look after it.” But there was a hard limit in that. He couldn’t let anyone know he was hurt, so he had to act as if he wasn’t hurt at all. He could start some bigger project on the wheel and spend more time sitting like that, but still… oh well!   Sammy grinned at her through the dark, his cheeks flushing a little at the compliment. “You’re like, one of the best friends I’ve ever had. Growing up, I kinda grew up in on between two worlds.  Like, not enough of one thing or another, so it wasn’t easy. Even in… uh, well. What I’m saying is. Thank you? For being my friend. I can’t wait to be… less batman like, with you. Or like, fine out how being a werewolf changes me. I always kinda think of them as being charismatic, maybe some of that will rub off on me, you know?” He teased, ribbing her slightly. Sammy finished his apple, sticking the apple sticker on her arm before throwing the apple core deep into the forest. 
“Good, gotta have my favorite guy in tip top shape,” Ariana joked now that she was feeling a bit lighter and playfully nudged his arm. This was a big change, but she could do this. Ace placed his trust in her and she wasn’t going to let him down. As he spoke, she felt a small smile creep up on her face. It meant the world to her that he considered her one of his best friends and she definitely felt the same. While their secret meetings in the middle of the night were far from ideal, she’d grown to look forward to them. “You’re one of mine, too. I don’t know exactly what you mean, but I think I get it. I was a werewolf raised by a hunter, so very in between two worlds that I’m still trying to figure out how to bring together. You don’t have to thank me, you’ve been here when I needed you, too. That’s what friends are for. I will say I look forward to learning more about you though,” she gave him a meaningful gaze as she spoke, “I’m not sure we’re all charismatic, but I think some of my charm will wear off on you.” She laughed as he stuck the apple sticker on her arm and added, “Even if it doesn’t, I like you just the way you are.”
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Care Package
Day 28 is done! Sorry it’s a lil short and late I had my Econ final today which I got an 82 on :D :D! I hope your week is going well cause mine’s been busy and exhausting haha! Lemme know if you liked this chapter <3
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“Hey, Marinette, I brought something for you!” Adrien called out, knocking softly on the trapdoor leading to her bedroom.
She blinked down at the hatch hazily, dropping the sewing needle back down onto her desk. Her eyes gazed down at her recent project, trying to estimate how long it would take her to finish. Actually, what time is it? Marinette thought, her eyes shooting to the clock. The big, blinking letters read 10:00 AM and she rubbed her eyes harshly. The last time she remembered looking at the time it was 12 in the morning, so that couldn’t be right. She rubbed her eyes again but the time remained the same.
Another hesitant knock came from below her hatch and her gaze shot to it, “Marinette, are you awake?”
Oh my god! Adrien’s here, she screeched in her head. Glancing in the mirror, she took in her appearance. Marinette grimaced at what she saw there. She looked exhausted and her hair was entirely in disarray. Smoothing down her clothes and running a hand through her messy pigtails she bounded over to the trapdoor. Opening it up quickly, she flashed a tired smile at the blonde below, “Adrien, h-hey! Sorry I-I wasn’t expecting anyone today! Did you need something?”
“No, but I did bring you something,” he grinned up at her, holding up a basket, “Alya and Nino said you’d been having a lot of late nights recently so I came to see if you needed sustenance!”
“Aw, thanks Adrien! That was really sweet of you,” she took the basket from him gratefully. The sweet smell of candy wafted up to her and Marinette practically salivated at the thought of tearing into the treats that awaited her. She stepped backwards, gesturing for Adrien to step into her room with her, “D-do you have time to stay and hang for a bit? We could eat some of the candies together,” she waved the basket at him shyly.
Adrien’s hungry gaze roamed over the basket, “No, no, I shouldn’t. It’d ruin my diet.”
“O-oh, are you sure?” she pulled out some macarons, waving them at him playfully, “I can’t convince you?”
“Ok, maybe just one little snack,” he grinned at her before stepping into her bedroom, “But just one! I made it for you, not for me.”
Marinette giggled, opening up the pack to hand him a passion fruit macaron, knowing that it was his favorite, “Here you go!”
Adrien nibbled on the treat before his eyes widened, “Wow,” he breathed out as he trailed over to her desk. 
She blinked curiously at him, plucking her own macaron from the box before heading over to where he was standing. She followed his gaze downward to her recent design. She smiled shyly, “Do you like it? I’ve spent such a long time on it.”
“It’s beautiful. Marinette, you did an awesome job! Is this what you’ve been working on for so long?” he beamed at her, running a hand over the light pink circle skirt.
“Yeah,” Marinette’s cheeks turned a deep red, “I’ve been wanting to make one for a while now so I just started last night. It should be ready soon though!”
  Adrien turned to her to begin speaking before a loud yawn cut him off. His brow furrowed as he looked at her, “Marinette, when was the last time you slept?”
“I went to bed pretty early on Thursday,” she yawned loudly once again.
“Marinette, it’s Saturday!” his gaze roamed over her, as though he expected her to pass out on the floor at any minute.
“I’ve done longer,” the designer shrugged, a small grin twitching at her lips.
Quickly, Adrien threw an arm around her shoulder, guiding her up to her bed. If she wasn’t so tired right now, she’d almost certainly be a stuttering, blushing mess. Instead, she sleepily followed the boy, sighing a quiet, dreamy exhale at the warmth around her. When she was finally nestled in the covers, she felt a light kiss brush across her forehead and her eyes popped open at that, awareness returning, “Goodnight, Marinette. Don’t stay up so late next time, ok? And let me know how the care basket was when you actually get a chance to use it,” Adrien gave her one last bright, boyish grin before he was climbing down her ladder. 
“A-Adrien, night. I-I mean goodnight, Adrien. I-I mean have a g-great day, Adrien!” she called after him, burying her bright pink face into her pillow as she heard him chuckle at his stuttering. After she heard the hatch shut behind him, it didn’t take Marinette long to finally pass out, sweet dreams of macarons and pastries dancing in her head. When she next woke up, it was rather late into the afternoon, and she assumed that her morning with Adrien was a dream. Until, that is, her eyes spotted a familiar basket on her desk. With a small squeal, she scrambled over to it, clutching the gift to her chest happily. I’m so so happy that it wasn't just a dream! 
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