#I REALLY LOVE THE ROUND LAD HE IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES

[pkmntrainerebee]

Another little guy made! I don't have the white felt for this little side circles, but I'll post an update when he has them <3

Have some cursed progress pictures of him

Weepinspheal

~~The Sphorb~~

:3

#spheal #pokemon #crochet spheal!!!!! #crochet #amigurumi #I REALLY LOVE THE ROUND LAD HE IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES #Just #just a #himb #little guy #fanart #pokemon fanart #my art #artists on tumblr #fiber art

[revasserium]

waiting for winter (我期待的不是雪)

zayne; 1,616 words; fluff, pining, gn!reader, no "y/n", spoilers for lads ch.4, whipped!zayne

summary: he has never loved the winter

a/n: yes, this was inspired by that one chinese tiktok song. no, i will not elaborate.

He has never loved the winter.

But he remembers the first time he watched the snow fall reflected in your eyes — your cheeks kissed pink by the unforgiving wind, the sky a smear of white as the cold sunk into his bones. He remembers the silver bell ring of your laughter as you’d dragged him by the hand out to build a snowman, the look on your face when he’d remarked that your snowman’s nose was crooked because there were no carrots at the corner store so you’d had to make do with a potato instead.

“Look! It’s snowing!”

Zayne shakes himself into the present, glancing out of his office window at the cotton-soft flurries spinning by his windows. Across from him, you’re sitting with a muffler thrown haphazardly around your shoulders, watching the snow with an open, child-like wonder that makes his entire chest twist tight with —

He clears his throat.

“All the more reason for you to be careful — make sure to bundle up when you go outside,” he says, dropping his eyes back to your most recent health report.

You’re not sleeping enough, and your vitamin D levels are lower than he’d like. He’d hoped that becoming a Hunter would at least expose you to a decent amount of sun but then again, you had told him that Jenna’s been keeping tight reigns on you since the explosion.

“Yeah, yeah — I’ll be careful.”

He looks up, his eyes dark as he looks over the shape of you, fingers curled in your lap as you look up at him from beneath your lashes. He holds your gaze and fights to keep his expression neutral as you blush and look away, somehow reverting back to a much younger version of you — the memory of it superimposed upon the look of you now.

“You’re just as bossy as you were back then,” you say, sighing as you shrug up your shoulders like a scolded child.

Zayne scoffs, affording himself a small laugh, “Except I have a doctorate to back it up now, don’t I?”

You pout, pursing your lips. Zayne wonders, for the millionth time that day, how soft they might be beneath his own.

“I liked you better before you got your fancy creds,” you say, still pouting.

Zayne sighs, flicking off his tablet and putting it down on the table.

“Alright, what do you want?”

You blink up at him, eyes wide enough to convince anyone else of your innocence. But he knows better. He’s always known better.

“What do you mean?”

He ticks his tongue against his teeth and leans back in his chair, checking his watch.

“It’s almost lunchtime — c’mon.”

He pushes up from his desk and tugs his doctor’s coat from his shoulders, rolling them loose of the tightness that had gathered there all morning.

“Huh?”

He rounds his desk and tugs his winter coat from the back of the door, turning to fix you with a look.

“The noodle shop around the corner has your favorite as a lunch special.”

He counts down from five in his head — four, three, two —

“Really?” your face breaks into a grin wide enough to split your face. He chuckles.

“Yes, really. Are you coming?”

You stare for a second longer before leaping to your feet and bounding to his side. He reaches out to adjust your muffler, tying it tighter over the front of your chest, swatting your hand away when you try to loosen it.

“I’m going to choke!”

“Better that than for you to get sick again.”

He tugs open the door and watches you walk into the hallway, a bounce to your step that he hasn’t seen since you were both kids and he’d promised you he’d buy you sweets on the way home from school.

“How’re you so sure that the lunch specials gonna be my favorite?” you ask, pivoting on your heels and fixing him with a look, halfway down the white-washed hospital halls. Zayne takes his time buttoning up his own coat and locking his office door behind him.

“Because,” he says, voice steady as he strolls by you, glancing down with the shadow of a smile crimping his lips —

“I know you.”

* * *

He has never loved the winter.

But, he thinks as he watches you slurp down a bowl of wide-cut noodles, your cheeks flushed red with joy, he might just learn to love a winter like this.

You don’t question it when he reaches out to swipe at the corner of your mouth with this thumb, licking off the excess with a contemplative hm. But he revels in the way you swallow and blush and look away.

He wonders if you know.

He wonders if you know that you haunt him like the cold haunts him on the nights when he’s alone. He wonders if you see him the way he sees you, cast behind his eyelids like the frames of an old film whenever he closes his eyes, your smile more familiar to him than his own.

“Full?” he asks, watching as you wipe your mouth on a bit of napkin, lips stained red by the chili sauce.

“Mhm!” you nod, smiling up at him.

The noodle shop smells of chicken stock and green onions and the sharp dampness of snow on winter coats. You push the noodle bowl away and stare down at your hands.

“Are you — I mean… you have to go back to work, right?”

He can’t help but notice the note of reluctance in your voice, the way you look up at him as if hoping he’ll say no. He nods, folding his napkin into halves, and then forths. Outside, the sun is already falling toward the far horizon, casting everything in a goldenrod glow. Shadows fall long and sure along the pavement and Zayne doesn’t want to think about the endless hours of darkness ahead.

“Are you going home after this?” he asks, nodding stiffly to the waiter as he hands over his card, wordlessly pushing your hand away as you make a feeble attempt to try and snatch the receipt.

“I… was thinking about going to see a movie,” you say, thumbing at a stray thread along the edge of your coat. He watches you tug at it for a while before reaching out to take your hand in his.

“Go home,” he says, his voice level.

Your brow creases in a slight frown as you look up.

“But… I wanted to see —”

“We’ll see it this weekend,” he says, giving your hand a quick squeeze before letting go, thanking the waiter as he takes back his card and scribbles his signature on the receipt.

“We will?” you ask, blinking up at him as he stands up.

“Yes. It’s showing Saturday at 2:30 — we can get lunch before, or dinner after.”

He’s tugging on his coat when you reach up to loop his scarf around his neck, standing too close, so close he can smell the caramel milk and whipped cream of your skin. He fights down the shivers that threaten to shake down his spine as he goes still, waiting as you tuck his scarf securely around his neck.

“You never tie your scarf right,” you say, dropping back down onto your heels even as you shoulder on your own coat, cheeks dusted the most darling shade of pink Zayne has ever seen. As he watches you, he thinks it might just put the winter sun to shame.

He thinks he might thank you, or he might just bend down and kiss you — he’s uncertain all the way till you make it outside and you turn to smile up at him. And like this, with the dying sun caressing the edge of your cheek, the line of your jaw, you are nothing short of ethereal.

Zayne reaches forward, his thumb and forefinger catching your chin as he leans down.

Your gasp is little more than a hiccup of breath —

“Don’t be late,” he says, stopping mere inches from your lips, whispering the words against where your lips might be if he were a little more daring.

You hold perfectly still, your eyes round as you stare up at him, searching his face for… something — anything.

When he pulls back, he thinks you almost make to chase him. But you let his fingers drop from your skin and you tug at your muffler, toeing at the slushed-up snow on the sidewalk.

“Winter’s my favorite season, y’know,” you say. And Zayne doesn’t dare to hope. But he does — he watches you out of the corner of his eyes. Above you, all around you, the afternoon sun flickers and fades, a daytime aurora, like tendrils of some long-gone magic, coaxing willing believers toward their untimely doom.

“Hn,” he says, not trusting himself with more. He waits; you take a long breath before turning to look at him.

“You wanna know why?” you ask. And finally, finally he turns to you, his eyes catching your eyes — and in them, he sees the twisting colors of the sky reflected there, serpentine and sinuous. Ancient and inexorable. Reds and yellows, pinks and purples, bleeding into an endless, endless winter blue.

He wets his lips and swallows hard, “Why?”

You smile, and it is like the first glimmer of sun after an arctic winter’s night, and he can’t breathe for the sight of it.

“Because… it reminds me of you.”

lads requests r.... open lol

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #love & deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #love & deepsace x reader #zayne x reader #zayne love and deepspace #Zayne love & deepspace #lads zayne #love and deepspace x you #lads zayne x you #love and deepspace fluff #x reader #love and deepspace fanfic #floofy floof floof #li shen #YALL LMFAO #whawt the fuck why am i down SO FUCKING BAD #i like zayne so much more in chinese LOL hes got so much more #PERSONALITY???? in chinese IDK man #and it's not the translations fault cause its just... hard to translate #but yeah LMFAO #hes cute u__u

[i-wont-run-this-time]

*This is my first EVER published fic. Also English is not my first language so please don't be too harsh on me *

Fat Bottomed Girl

Eddie winked at you as he took a sip of his drink at the end of the last song of Corroded Coffins’ set. Your friends noticed and nudged you. You rolled your eyes, Eddie was only trying to prove a point but you wouldn’t take the bait. He took his mic back.

Here’s a last one, for someone special, she’ll know who she is.

Another wink before the band starts playing. The first notes sounded familiar but …

Are you gonna take me home tonight?

No, he didn’t really …

Aah, down beside that red fire light

  He did, he actually was singing that song…

Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls You make the rocking world go 'round

He never stopped looking at you, same for all your friends who were standing with their jaws on the floor. You tried to keep your composure. He knew how to push your buttons but you wouldn’t give him this satisfaction.

Hey! I was just a skinny lad Never knew no good from bad

He was strutting on the stage holding his microphone. His eyes never left you even as he walked to the other side of the stage.

But I knew life before I left my nursery Left alone with big fat Fanny She was such a naughty nanny Heap big woman, you made a bad boy out of me

Your palms were sweating. You should have known better, Eddie never quit when he wants to prove something.

The day before at Eddie’s trailer.

Your best friend was laying on his bed, a notebook on his lap and a pen in his mouth. He was trying to finish a song before the concert. You were trying to finish your English homework but it was hard to concentrate when Eddie looked so …

"Are you alright?"

You notice your eyes were staring at his lips around the pen. You tried to hide the blush that appeared on your face by lifting your book as if you were trying to see detail in it. Eddie wasn’t oblivious to your masquerade. He took the book from your hands and put it on his nightstand. His smile was devious.

"You were staring, again." he smiled at you.

"Was not."

He moved his things to the side of the bed before getting closer to you. You swallowed with difficulty. He was so pretty. Annoyingly pretty. When you came back home for the holidays you couldn’t wait to see your best friend. You two talked on the phone every day, he would sometimes sing to you. Those nights were your favorites. You felt so alone at college. Eddie was the best part of your days, even hours away he was always in your mind. It didn’t take long to realize the small crush you had for him got more intense. You were dreaming about him more and more, waking up in need of his touch. When those dreams didn’t leave you during the day you knew you had it bad. That brings you to his room that night. It was your first day back home and you basically ran to his place. He looked even better than you were remembering, and with all those fantasies you fed yourself with these last months, he was irresistible.

"What’s wrong? You are always chatty on the phone, but today you barely talked. You keep staring at me though. Do you have something on your mind?"

You. But you couldn’t tell him that, it would ruin everything. You’ve been friends for years now, he was the one introducing you to so many great fantasy books, and he is responsible for your plans, for college and after college. You owe him a lot. He put his hand on your knee. You tried to ignore the shiver he caused.

"You can tell me everything, you know that?"

You just nodded. You tried to think of something to tell him without telling him …

"Did you meet someone?"

Why would he say that?

"Don’t be ridiculous Eds." He crossed his arms.

"It’s not ridiculous, you seem … elsewhere so I was wondering if you were in love or something."

Hey, hey!

You get back into the present. Your friend, Stacy, grabbed your hand and yanked it.

He is so into you. He’s not into me.

Stacy couldn’t understand what it was like to look like you … No one made moves on you, and no one wanted you. The only men who flirted in the past only wanted one thing from you, and you were glad you didn't accept their invitations.

I've been singing with my band Across the wire, across the land I seen every blue eyed floozy on the way, hey

He had no right looking that good, every woman in the crowd was basically under his spell.

But their beauty and their style Went kind of smooth after a while Take me to them dirty ladies every time

Last night after he asked you if you were in love you didn’t know what to reply, you wanted to deny but you knew you couldn’t lie to him.

"I am."

"You are what? "

You sighed.

"In love."

He seemed surprised.

"That’s awesome Y/N ! Who is the lucky guy?"

You, only you Eddie.

"Just … someone. It’s not … he doesn’t like me that way. It’s unrequited."

You looked at your hands, unable to face him.

"How can you be so sure? You told him and he rejected you?"

"I just know it. It’s … I’m … me. "

"What do you mean?"

You lifted your head to look at him, his chocolate-brown eyes showed nothing but compassion and confusion.

"Eddie, come on. I’m fat."

"And?"

"And no one is attracted to fat women."

"That’s not true." You laughed with no humor in your voice.

"I’ve been fat almost all my life, I would know if men like fat women."

"Maybe you aren’t looking at the right places? I know for a fact that you are beautiful, inside and out. Any man would be lucky to have a chance to date you. You should try with the dude you are in love with. What is his name?"

Eddie Munson, maybe you know him?

"It doesn’t matter, it won’t be a thing, ever." You made a move with your hand to signify it was done.

"I will prove it to you." You looked at him, head tilted a bit.

"Prove what?"

He smiled with a devious smile.

"Men can be into fat women. Are you coming to my show tomorrow night?"

You nodded, he knew that already. You had college friends coming from Indy to visit you.

"You’ll see. Tomorrow you'll see."

And he refused to say more. You got home not long after that. Which brought you to the concert and his plan was now clear.

C'mon

He jumps on the stage and gets as close as he can to the edge of it to sing the rest of the chorus. He was smiling while singing. He was way too proud of himself.

Oh, won't you take me home tonight? Oh, down beside your red fire light Oh, and you give it all you got Fat bottomed girls You make the rocking world go 'round Fat bottomed girls You make the rocking world go 'round

His dance moves weren’t helping your infatuation with him. He was sexy, and he knew it. He was very confident on stage like he was an entirely new person.

Hey, listen here Now I got mortgages on homes I got stiffness in my bones Ain't no beauty queens in this locality, I tell you Oh, but I still get my pleasure Still got my greatest treasure Heap big woman, you done made a big man out of me

He jumps out off the stage to stand just in front of you, so close you could feel the sweat on his curls that were caressing your face. You were forgetting where you were. You were alone with him at this moment.

Now get this Are (I know) you gonna take me home tonight? (Please)

He was begging, actually begging on his knees. You were laughing at his antics. Did he know what he was doing to you?

Oh, down beside that red fire light Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls You make the rocking world go 'round (yeah) Fat bottomed girls You make the rocking world go 'round

The rest of the band continued to play the song but Eddie stopped singing. He got close enough to whisper in your ear.

"Are you gonna take me home tonight, sweetheart? "

You looked at him, not understanding where he was going with his question. He was smiling.

"I told you I would prove to you that men could be into fat women. I’m extremely into you. Been in love with you for years. I didn’t know how to tell you, I guess it was a little bit … theatrical. "

You laughed. His smile got bigger.

"Did I read the situation wrong?"

You just looked at him smiling.

"Kiss me." your voice was low, you couldn't believe you had the nerve to say that.

"With pleasure."

He kissed you slowly, the crowd cheered around you but you didn’t care. He stopped the kiss and smiled at you shyly.

"You didn’t answer my question, are you gonna take me home tonight?"

"I’ll go anywhere with you."

He kissed your cheek and took your hand in his. Eddie was in love with you and it was just the beginning.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie x reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson friends to lovers #stranger things fic #corroded coffin #joseph quinn

[laurfilijames]

What is your favorite Pete Dunham moment and why? Also, please could you rank your GSE member favorites in order.

Look at you just strutting into my ask box with the two most difficult questions!!

As you're well aware, every Pete Dunham moment is my favourite moment...

But if I HAVE to choose, it has to be at the beginning when he shows up to Steve and Shannon's and meets Matt for the first time. He's drunk, cocky, and being a total prick but in a loving way, and it makes me smile every damn time.

"Jesus, Shannon, you look rough...."

Then singing to his nephew Ben 🥹 and when he explains how he's meant to be going to the match but lost his wallet and his keys...

And then of course the "Fineeee thanksss" in his mocking American accent that makes me grin so hard my cheeks hurt.

I really like how this scene set you up to think that he is a complete irresponsible hooligan, only to realize later that's not at all the case. Fooled me the first time I watched it!

Ugh. Everything about him makes me lose my mind.

AS FOR THE LADS.

I already told you this was like picking a favourite kid and I feel a bit guilty for it, but here we go.

Swill just like Pete, if I have a shit day, the minute I see this lunatic beating the piss out of someone with a rubbish bin and screaming c*nt- I'm fixed. He is just too funny. He also cares so much about his mates (see: him checking on Ike when he gets that bad cut on his head) and also was incredibly welcoming to Matt. He's clearly passionate about anything he's involved in from fighting to discussions about the people portrayed in films getting rightfully credited 🤣 and I don't think there would ever be a dull moment being around him.

Ned I don't know what it is about this one, but he makes me go 🥰🥰🥰🥰 he's hilariously cocky and has a bit of that "I'm small but tough" personality, and when he realizes that Matt never mentioned him in his journal he is GUTTED 💔 it's okay, Ned, I'll give you a hug.

Dave Ahh the Pilot. Forever responsible and caring, and has the warmest aura about him. To me, he feels like the "Big Brother" of the group. He always buys the rounds, and ALWAYS has Pete's back even when some of the others begin to falter. The fact that he will get into a scrap and then go fly a commercial jet with bruises on his face and vice versa with landing his plane and getting his pilots uniform all bloody is BDE, and I'm sure you'll be happy to tell me more about that 😉

Ike He seems to me as a very ordinary lad. Not one to stand out. Kind of hangs in the middle of the group. He's neutral, Switzerland. I see some of myself in that. Not interested in confrontation, and is always there for his mates to share pints or take down the next firm. I like that he's married, but I gotta admit he needs a new hair do.

Bovver Ohhhh Bov. I have complicated feelings about this one. He majorly fucked up. His jealously toward Matt was not at all warranted, and despite Pete trying to ease his ill-will toward him, he chose not to trust his best mate which inevitably lead to The Thing™️ we do not talk about. I do think that despite that mistake, Bov is loyal (to a fault) and would do anything for his mates (see: the end before the part we do not talk about when he shows up to help Pete and saves Shannon) I like to think that he would quickly redeem himself and would easily be forgiven by his mates, which is what I have chosen to go with in my fic where The Thing™️ does not happen and they all realize that life is too short for such pettiness.

Keith I feel bad putting him last on the list but, we really don't have much to go on with Keith other than his dodgy hair cut (do him and Ike have the same deranged barber??) Just like some of the other ones though, I like that we got a glimpse of him in a normal working environment that contrasts to the insanity of the hobby they participate in their free time. He never had many lines in the film, but I do love his "so he's a Yank and an undercover journo... looks like we'll have to give the boy two funerals." when him, Ned and Bov are being all gangster in his car to confront the situation.

In conclusion, I love them all dearly, and want to hug them and give them a forehead smooch.

Also, I think it's a given that Pete is my number one forever and always which is why I didn't include him in the ranking...

Thank you for sending me this when I've been poorly and needing something to make me smile and for giving me another excuse to go on about them more than I already do 💗💗

#I could talk about the GSE forever #I love them so much #green street hooligans #the GSE #green street elite #pete dunham

[anneimaginesundertale]

Meet cute at vet's office with Sunny!

You liked your job at the vet’s office. Being the receptionist meant you had to keep track of a lot of stuff and make some very hard phone calls, but it also meant you got to see all the puppers and kitties and rabbits (and occasionally a lizard or a snake or a parakeet). You had scads of stories about funny things animals had done in the waiting room. You tried really hard not to play favorites, but you definitely had some regulars who you loved and some who you were…not super fond of.

The skeletons were all your favorites. You’d met quite a few of them now. Sansy and Sweets brought homemade pet treats when they brought their dog Hope in for check ups. Black and Rus had to make separate appointments for their dogs because two Newfies wouldn’t fit in one exam room. Boss had been a hard sell, but you’d managed to convince him that Dr. Young really was able to care for his Doomfanger. (That cat was the sweetest one you’d ever met. His collar was sharper than his claws.) You liked talking with all the lads and they’d told you they had other cousins, but you hadn’t met any new ones lately.

Until today. Today, a new skeleton appeared. He was short, round faced, and wearing overalls and a big straw hat. He had a grin you’d come to associate with the shorter of the skeletons you knew and he was carrying a big cardboard box. “Hey,” he said, setting the box on the counter. “My cousins told I could get these little guys checked out here. Y’all do walk ins or do we need an appointment?”

You looked into the box. It was full of kittens. There were half a dozen of them. They all looked up at you with big round baby eyes. You melted. “I’ll call and see if somebody’s available for you,” you said, reaching for the phone without looking away from the kittens.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I don’t know where I was going with this one, but I found it in my drafts, and I figured I would post it. There’s something here…

[original-character-championship]

Bracket H Round 1

Poll 3

NERF (@nen-kaii) vs. Bruce the Just (@bruce-stan)

453. NERF (@nen-kaii)

he/him or ne/ner/neir

He has a zipper that exposes his skull because he thought it was silly, he drinks led water, ne blows stuff up with neir rocket launcher for funsies, and ne makes cookies for neir friends. He's so silly it borders on stupid. Gonna squisch him. Squinch.

4'11" little guy, with a shaved head that's split open by a zipper to expose his skull. Sometimes wears a mint-colored helmet with googly eyes pasted on.

454. Bruce the Just (@bruce-stan)

He/Him

     Bruce is a were-shark Barbarian from a pathfinder campaign im in. he is my precious baby boi and the sole reason I'm on tumblr is to shill for him in this bracket. He was abandoned as a child due to his family thinking him a monster and fending for himself till one day while trying to rob a family for food, he goes too far and kills the dad. Stricken with the weight of his actions he seeks to save as many people as possible to make up for his terrible deed.

     He is the definition of a himbo. The kindest of beans and loves nature especially the water. He is allo-aro as he loves everyone as his ever growing number friends but just can't hold romance in his heart, but still is distracted by boobs; can your really blame him boobs bouncy. He is autistic coded and has PTSD from his past actions, hating loud sounds as they remind him of the child and mothers wails of grief at what he did. He is self sacrificing to a fault and will no hesitate to throw himself into any danger for any reason.

     This is reflected in his weapon "Penance". which he spells (penents). A metal shark tooth macuahuitl with one half cold iron and the other half adamantine. It is enchanted to deal extra dmg at the cost of backlash upon himself, which has been the cause of his many scars across his body. Bruce doesn't care however as his weapon is just as much penance for himself as for his enemies.

     He serves as both the heart and big guy for our groups five man band. While he is obviously the dumb muscle, he is the emotional core of our group that makes a cold-hearted assassin, a conniving theif, a vengeance possesed psychopath, a shadowfell raised Dryder, and an apathetic druid, all want to be better people because of his unrelenting love and kindness.

    He hates killing and will even in battle go out of his way to avoid it and violence in general as much as possible. Their is but a single exception to this rule and that is to put any of his new found family in danger. That makes a woman by the name of Valentina a dead girl walking, as she callously murdered his dear friend Ms. S. An ex school teacher who would hand out gold stars to the party. He still has the stars on his macuahuitl as a reminder of his late friend and debt to settle.

     His caring nature has gotten the party into many adventures as he is always willing to help anyone. From hauling wood, to hunting fish for a starving child, to collecting cat skeletons for a friendly necromancer, to even facing down a 40ft tall face stealing monstrosity, all one must do is ask.

     Now a list of my favorite Bruce quotes:

" I got my info from a trustworthy source....... ya know a crab from that creek over there".

"NO STEALING! I will buy you the shiny".

"I would never kill him, just break a few ribs".

"I've fought plenty of trees and I only lost twice".

"You can be gay just don't do crimes........ok maybe a little crime since he's was mean".

"BRUCE IS INDOMITABLE" ( after holding back a bullete from his unconscious friends.)

"violence doesn't just break a man's nose, it breaks his spirit.............I've seen how terrible that truly is."

     I could go on for days about my precious lad, so if anyone wants to hear more hmu. That being said though reckless, naive, and certainly buried in his own sins; his unyielding sense of kindness and do-goodery make no one more fitting of the name Bruce The Just.

Taylor Lautner from twilight as to add to the shark meme since he also played sharkboy.

#oc championship #tournament poll #round 1 #bracket h #453 nerf #454 bruce the just

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Christmas Reruns 2023 Day 17: 'Twas the Night Before Christmas

Merry Christmas if you celebrate it and happy holidays if you don’t!  One of the things I love about Christmas is watching reruns of all the old classic Christmas movies–Christmas is a big time for nostalgia.  A few years ago, I decided to incorporate that tradition into my fandom life and post my CS holiday reruns.  So here you go!  Enough holiday (mostly) fluff to get you to New Year’s Day. (With a new story posting on Christmas Day.)

Rating: G

Word Count: 5090

Other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32

Notes: This story was written for 2019’s CSSS. (Is it just me, or does 2019 feel like it was about 85 years ago?) It should hopefully be obvious from the story itself, but this is a canon divergence from 3x20.  It’s been a minute, so a quick reminder of what was going on in our favorites’ lives at this point in the story: Zelena cursed Hook’s lips so that the next time he kissed Emma, she’d lose her magic.  She threatened to kill Emma’s family, starting with Henry, if Hook told Emma about the curse.  Hook then decided to send Henry to New York where he’d (hopefully) be safe, but before that could happen, Zelena’s monkeys attacked.  With the help of Emma and the Charmings, Hook was able to defeat the monkeys, but not before Zelena showed up, told everyone about the curse and promised to kill Henry.  Emma and the Charmings are furious at Hook for keeping the curse secret.  This story takes place in the following episode just after Hook and Emma head to the farmhouse to confront Zelena.  Divergences for this story: 1. Snow hasn’t yet gone into labor. 2. Zelena and Rumple aren’t waiting for CS at the farmhouse.  3. It’s Christmas Eve. 4. Blizzard.

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

Emma stomped into the farmhouse, ripping off her thoroughly snow-covered beanie and scarf and tossing them to the floor.  Of course she was trapped in the freaking Wicked Witch of the West’s creepy farmhouse–with Hook–on Christmas Eve–because of course she was!  That’s the way her life worked anymore.  Why’d she ever let Hook talk her into taking that memory potion in New York?  Her life was good there.  No monsters.  No over-the-top fairy tale villains.  No magic.  Just her and her son living their lives and being a normal family.

Granted, none of it had been real, she’d almost gotten engaged to a flying monkey and a part of her, even during the best moments in New York, felt like there was something missing, but that was beside the point!  She and Henry had been happy.  Was it really such a terrible thing to want to be happy?

Why the hell did Hook have to show up and destroy it all?

“We’re in luck, love,” the man himself called out cheerfully as he stepped inside and then, with some difficulty, closed the door against the bitter, howling wind.  “Zelena may be wicked, but at least she’s practical.  She left a nice, neat pile of firewood on the far side of the house.  Perhaps being stuck in a blizzard is’t the ideal way to spend Christmas Eve, but at least we’ll be quite comfortable.”

She rounded on him, wanting nothing more to wipe the smile from his face with a swift right hook.  “Not ideal?  Not ideal?!  Hook, my son, my parents, my baby brother or sister and the whole town are in danger from a crazy witch who wants to go back in time and wipe out my entire family line.  I think we’re a long way past not ideal.”

The smile slid from Hook’s face.  “It was not my intention to be flippant, Swan, but we must deal with the situation at hand.  You will be of no use to your lad or the rest of the town if you freeze to death, and at least we have the means to prevent that.”

“But Henry–”

“Will be fine,” Hook reassured, striding across the room until he could place reassuring hand and hook on her shoulders.  “He’s with Regina, and even at the height of her villainy, she loved Henry.  Protecting him will be her number one priority.”

Loathe as she was to admit it, Hook was right.  After the whole debacle yesterday–the storybook bringing back Henry’s memories, Zelena showing up and exposing Hook’s whole kiss curse situation, Zelena promising to kill Henry, Henry and Regina breaking the curse with True Love’s Kiss, the revelation of how the curse was cast in the first place (she still couldn’t believe her mother had actually crushed her father’s heart to cast it!)–Regina’s first act was to place a number of complex protection spells over Henry and every location he frequented.  Henry would likely suffer no lasting damage.

But Emma hadn’t wanted to take any chances. With Regina protecting Henry, and with Emma’s brother or sister still showing no signs of coming out to greet the world, Emma decided she was done playing defense. It was high time she take the fight to the Wicked Witch.  It was time to end this.  So armed with her magic and her faithful pirate, Emma had stormed out in the direction of Zelena’s farmhouse.

Stormed, it seemed, being the key word.  It began snowing just before she and Hook left her parent’s loft, and by the time they reached Zelena’s place, they were dealing with a full on blizzard.

Really, being home was the least Zelena could do given the fact Emma was giving up Christmas Eve with her son to kick her ass, but no.  She couldn’t even give them that.  There was no telling where Zelena and her Dark One puppet had gone, but it was clear they were not at home.

Emma hoped the witch froze solid in the blizzard.

Killian busied himself arranging the logs in the fireplace and then tried–without success–to start a blaze with the lighter he’d found lying upon the mantle.  Emma watched him struggle for a while, before growling, pushing him aside and calling on her reserves of anger and frustration to produce a fireball that soon had the fire blazing merrily.

“Bloody brilliant, love,” Killian murmured in obvious awe.  Despite herself, Emma felt her confidence soar in the wake of Hook’s constant, never-wavering faith in her.  

“You know Swan, it could be worse,” Hook said with a wicked grin.  “At least you’re trapped with a dashing rapscallion like meself.  There are any number of ways we could find to amuse ourselves that I can promise would be very enjoyable for both of us.”

When he waggled his eyebrows in that ridiculously over-the-top way of his, she lost it.

“Are you freaking kidding me right now?” she nearly shouted.  “We’re stuck here, my family’s in danger, a psycho witch and her equally psycho Dark One sidekick are still on the loose and all you can do is flirt!”

Growling, she turned to the fireplace, and tossed another fireball at the kindled wood for good measure, furious beyond belief at Hook, at Zelena, at the situation and, if she was being totally honest, at herself for the secret thrill that went through her every time he made outrageous or suggestive comments to her while giving her that look.  There was nothing between them!  There never would be.  She wouldn’t let it.

The farmhouse was silent for several moments, save for the crackling of the fire, and Emma eventually turned back toward Hook.  The look he gave her was a little too knowing, a little too understanding.  When he’d come for her in New York, he’d told her he knew her better than she knew herself, and though she hated to admit it, it was true.  It was a little unnerving how very well he understood her.

“Swan, what is this really about?” he asked simply.  

Emma growled.  “What do you mean, ‘What’s this really about?’  Did you forget about a certain green bitch with an insane grudge against her sister?”

“Of course not,” Hook said patiently, “but despite being snowed in, we are in no worse straights than we were yesterday.  You heard it yourself from your mother when you used your talking phone to let her know of our whereabouts.  Your family is fine, and Zelena hasn’t been seen since our confrontation in the boat house.  I reiterate.  What’s this really about?”

Emma glared at him for a long moment, before she finally sighed and dropped rather dramatically onto one of the ornate armchairs before the fire.  “It’s just…it’s just Christmas is Henry’s favorite time of year.  That kid loves Christmas.  Every year back in New York–and then in Boston before that–Christmas Eve was special.  We made a tradition out of it.  We’d sit before the tree drinking cocoa, reading ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas’, singing our favorite carols.  Sometimes he even managed to talk me into letting him open a present or two.  It was the one night I never, under any circumstances, accepted a case or worked on one I had ongoing.  Christmas was for us.”

Emma felt the tears threatening at the back of her throat and she swallowed roughly, doing everything she knew to keep them from spilling over.  “And now, here I am on Christmas Eve, separated from him.  The kid’s going to be crushed.”

“Love,” Hook said gently, “the lad has a kind heart and a good head on his shoulders.  He understands the circumstances are beyond your control.  He knows how much spending this night together means to you, and he knows you’d never willingly miss spending it with him.”

“You know what the worst part of it is?” Emma asked bitterly. “The worst part of it is, as you’ve pointed out to me multiple times, none of it was real.  It didn’t happen.  It was nothing but the pleasant fake memories Regina gave us.”

Killian took ahold of her hand, and in a move that shocked even her, she let him.  “This past year, the lost year, was real.  Trust me love, Henry understands why you weren’t with him during the first ten years of his life.  He knows you didn’t abandon him.  He knows you did what you had to do to give him a good life.”

“Maybe,” Emma said, a lone tear breaking free and flowing down her cheek despite herself.

“Definitely,” Killian said with conviction

The lights flickered once and then went off completely, pitching the farmhouse into darkness, save for the flickering light from the fire.  Despite it being merely late-afternoon, the storm outside seems to have eclipsed the sun entirely.

“Fabulous,” Emma said with a groan.  “As if being stuck in a witch’s farmhouse on Christmas Eve wasn’t bad enough, now we’ll probably freeze to death without the heat.”

“I rather doubt that, Darling” Hook said with a flirtatious quirk of his eyebrow.  He slid his tongue along his bottom lip in a way that had Emma’s pulse racing, before invading her space and whispering the last bit.  “I’m sure we can come up with a way to keep warm.”

Emma leaned into him, actually leaned into him for a moment, before shaking herself out of it and taking a deliberate step back.

“Stop, Hook, just…stop!” she said through gritted teeth.  “This whole thing is your fault!  All of it!  We were happy  in New York, and you had to barge in and destroy it for us.  Then we get back here, and you manage to get yourself cursed–joke’s on Zelena by the way.  If she was smart, she’d have chosen to enchant the lips of someone I’d actually kiss.  Then you decide to take matters into your own hand instead of telling me about the threat to my son.  Hell, this is probably part of the plan too, isn’t it?  Get me alone, stranded in a blizzard and then try to seduce me.”

She’d hurt him.  She saw that clearly in his face for the space of two heartbeats, and then that hurt coalesced into anger.  “Despite what you may think of me, Swan, I’ve not yet developed an ability to control the weather.

Without another word, he stomped to the door.

“Where are you going?” she yelled after him, fire still flashing in her eyes.

“To gather more firewood,” he answered, voice hard.

And with a fierce slam of the door, he was gone.

For long moments after the door slammed after Hook, Emma continued to seethe.  Why was her life the way it was?  Why couldn’t she just be normal?  Why couldn’t she go back to her pleasant, comfortable life in New York with her son?  When she told people she was going back after this whole Zelena situation was over, why did they all look at her like she had just stated her plan to kick puppies?  This was her life, and she could live it as she pleased!  It was her prerogative to do what she felt was necessary to protect her son.  Where did Hook get off trying to convince her to stay with her family–and with him?

It’s not like she’d never see her loved ones again.  They’d still visit, and her family was welcome to come visit them.  But she was done.  She was done being the “savior”, done going after psychotic fairy tale villains, done being everything to everybody.  And most especially, she was done dealing with a pirate who made her heart race in a way she couldn’t control.

She’d done the whole “falling in love” thing before, and she had no intention of doing it again.

But as the minutes continued ticking past, Emma’s anger began to fade, and concern took its place.  Hook had been gone a long time; way too long to just gather up firewood.  What if….what if she’d finally driven him away?  What if he’d actually left her this time?  

A sick feeling took up residence in the pit of her stomach at the thought.  She wanted to tell herself she didn’t care; that she was glad he had finally stopped pestering her, but she couldn’t lie to herself anymore.  Hook had become much more than an ally to the heroes’ cause.  He’d become a friend, quite possibly the best friend she had.  He was her confidant, her support.  His endless faith in her gave her confidence when she no longer had faith in herself.  And the fact that he was so drop dead gorgeous and romantic that her insides turned to mush whenever he looked at her couldn’t be denied, at least not in the deep recesses of her heart where the truth resided.

Truth was, he’d been everything she needed during this whole stupid Wicked Witch business.  Despite what she might have said to him, she knew he pushed her not to further his own romantic interests but because he genuinely wanted her to find happiness.

And what did she do?  Time and time again, she pushed him away.  Time and time again she reforged the wall around her heart, trying to drive him away with cruel, cutting words.

Had she actually succeeded this time?  Was he ready to give up on her like everyone else had?  Gods, how was she going to handle it if he had?  Through everything, he’d been a constant in her life.  Why did she always do this?  Why did she always push away the people in her life that meant the most?

A small kernel of hope still lived inside her, reassuring her that he’d never abandoned her before, he wasn’t going to start now.

But that thought brought with it an entirely new concern.  What if something happened to him?  What if he was lost, freezing to death in the blizzard?  What if Zelena was lying in wait for him?  What if…?

As the minutes continued to pass, increasingly more fantastical worries about what may have happened to him took up residence in her mind until Emma feared she’d go crazy with the worry.  She was just on the point of going after him, when suddenly the door swung open, the furious blizzard winds blowing in both Killian and a fair amount of snow.

Without a word, Killian deposited an arm full of firewood beside the fire and then stepped outside to grab one more thing, before firmly closing the door again and shaking his head and shoulders like a wet dog.

The relief that suddenly flooded Emma was so strong that she couldn’t help herself.  She threw herself in his arms and buried her nose in his icy cold neck.  He was here; he’d come back to her.  He was okay.

For a moment, Killian stood still, but then his hooked arm came around her, and he hugged her to himself as tightly as she clung to him.  “Swan?” he asked.

Emma stepped back, wiping at her suddenly damp eyes.  “I’m sorry, okay?” she said, voice wavering with the emotion still at the back of his throat.  “I thought you’d left, and I get it.  The stuff I said to you–it was over the line and I’m sorry.”

Killian took a quick step back, unmistakable hurt back in his eyes.  “You thought I’d left?  Emma, haven’t I proven to you by now that I’d never leave you?”

“I know!” she was quick to reassure.  “It was stupid okay?  I just–I don’t know; I got scared, and when I get scared–” she shrugged.  “Wounds from the past tend to linger.”

His face softened.  “Well they needn’t with me,” he said gently. “I’m not so easily driven away.”

She smiled at him, a small, tenuous thing, but then the item in his hand caught her eye.  “Is that a pine tree?”

Killian smiled again.  “It’s not much, I’m afraid, but it was the best I could find in this tempest.”

“You got us a Christmas tree?”

Killian suddenly turned away, scratching at the back of his ear.  “I thought about what you said, Swan, about the traditions you are missing with your lad today.  I know it’s not the same as spending the day with him, but I thought–” he shrugged self-consciously, “I thought perhaps it would make your holiday marginally less bleak if we recreated some of your favorite traditions ourselves.”

For the second time that evening, Emma threw her arms around Killian.  “That’s one of the most thoughtful things anyone’s ever done for me.”

“I aim to please.”

******

Two hours later, Emma and Killian sat with each other before the fire, steaming mugs of instant hot cocoa in hand.  Emma smiled, looking over at the tree that they’d managed to decorate with bits and baubles they’d found scavenging through Zelena’s house (and leaving quite a mess in their wake, which felt rather satisfying).  Phase one of “Operation Christmas Cheer”, as Emma decided to call it in honor of Henry, complete, they’d turned their pillaging to the kitchen, managing to put together a haphazard meal of bread and cheese that Killian had toasted over the fire.  It was Emma who found the box of instant cocoa mix in Zelena’s cupboard, and, resourceful as always, Killian had heated it over the fire in a small saucepan.

Meal prepared, they’d raided every bedroom and closet, bringing all the pillows, blankets, comforters and afghans they could find and arranging a nest for themselves before the fire.

“I’m afraid we’ll need to bed down for the night here before the fire, Swan,” Killian said, once again scratching at his neck.  “With the storm still raging fiercely, we’d freeze in any of the bedrooms.”

Truth be told, Emma thought, as she bit into her grilled cheese sandwich, though she missed being with Henry, this Christmas Eve wasn’t turning out half bad.  

They ate in companionable silence, and when the last crumb had been consumed, Killian turned toward her with a smile.  “Are you ready for your story, Swan?”

“Story?” She asked.

“Of course,” he answered.  “That was an integral part of your Christmas Eve tradition, was it not?  Reading with your lad?”

Emma smiled.  “It was, but don’t worry about it.  It would be too much to ask that the Wicked Witch would keep any Christmas books around.”

“No matter,” Killian said, settling more comfortably onto his side of their blanket nest.  “I’ve no need of a book.”

“Oh really?” she grinned.  “How are you going to manage to read me a story with no book?”

“I’ve all I need up here, love,” he said, pointing to his head.  “Sit back and prepare to be transported into the holiday spirit.  ‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house…”

Emma’s jaw dropped.  “Wait, you know ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas’?”

Killian gave her a mock offended look.  “I do read, Swan.  Quite extensively in fact.”

Emma smiled, laying upon her pillow and pulling a comforter up to cover her.  “Well, by all means, then, continue.”

As Killian’s voice droned on, reciting the story of a man awakened by the arrival of Santa Claus on Christmas Eve night, Emma felt her eyelids become heavy, and before she knew it, she was drifting off to sleep, not visions of sugar plums, but visions of a thoughtful pirate that she just might be starting to fall for, dancing in her head.

************

Christmas morning dawned clear and bright, the blizzard finally at an end.  Emma woke to bright sunshine streaming through the front window.  For a moment, she was disoriented, wondering where she was and how she’d gotten there, but then the previous day rushed back to her.  Going after Zelena, the blizzard, being trapped in the farmhouse, taking out her frustration on Hook, being afraid Hook had left her, being overjoyed when he returned, his thoughtful Christmassy gestures.

Still thinking of Hook, Emma gradually became aware that she was quite warm and comfortable–and that was all thanks to the man who was currently spooning her, his strong arms holding her close.  They’d gone to sleep with a respectable amount of space between them; how did they wind up in each other’s arms?

For a moment, Emma wanted to run.  This was too close, too intimate, too–much.

But the more Emma thought about it, the more she realized she didn’t want to run, not anymore, not from this man.  He’d been proving himself to her over and over again since Neverland.  In the past few weeks alone, he’d been her rock as all this Wicked Witch crap had been going down.  He’d found her in New York–somehow; she was still fuzzy on the details–restored her memories, brought her back to her family, contributed an excellent strategic mind to planning sessions, been one of the best listening ears she’d ever had.

And then the harder to swallow stuff.  In these early morning moments, she could admit to herself that though some of the things he said to her were uncomfortable, they were uncomfortable truths.  Walsh’s presence in her life proved that she couldn’t get away from the fairytale crap, not really.  The fact that Henry had his memories back meant she couldn’t take him back to New York, at least not without a hell of a fight–with him, with Regina, with her parents, with everyone. He’d spoken the truth to her about all of it, even at the risk of her turning on him completely.  It was the mark of someone who truly, genuinely cared.

And all the while, she’d treated him like something nasty she’d stepped in.  She’d pushed, and pushed and pushed, but he’d stayed by her side.  He’d been so patient with her, he really ought to qualify for sainthood.

It was Christmas, the time to be with the ones you loved.  The time to tell them what they truly meant to you.  

She turned over in his arms and ran a hand over his stubbly cheek.  Still caught up in sleep, he mumbled “Swan” on a fond sigh, before opening his eyes–and then jumping to his feet faster than any person she’d ever seen.

“Swan!” he said, face flaming.  “My apologies love.  Not that I didn’t enjoy waking up with you in my arms, but I had no intention of taking advantage.”

Emma smiled, rolling her eyes fondly.  “Sit back down, you Victorian drama queen.  You didn’t take advantage.  Somehow we just–ended up like that over night.  Besides; I kind of liked it.  You’re warm.”

Killian did as she asked, sitting cross legged beside her as she sat up to mirror him.  “Just warm, love?  I’ve it on good authority that I’m hot.”

Emma laughed, playfully swatting his arm.  “Do you ever run out of these cheesy lines?”

“Haven’t yet in my three hundred years of existence.”

They laughed together for a moment, but then Emma turned serious, remnants of her musings of the morning still very much in mind.  “Hook, I think we need to talk.”

The smile slid from his face.  “As stated in Neverland, love, I find when a woman says that, I’m rarely in for a pleasant conversation.”

“You might be surprised this time.”

“Aye?” he asked, brow raising in interest. 

“I just–” she started, not sure how to even go about untangling all of the thoughts twisted up in her head.  “I get it; I get why you didn’t tell me about the lips curse thing.  I get that you were trying to protect Henry the best way you were able in an impossible situation.  I’m sorry I jumped down your throat about it.”

“You were concerned for your lad,” Killian said.  “I quite understand being angry at finding someone was keeping something about his welfare from you.”

“It’s not that,” Emma said, “or at least not just that.  Hook, I trust you; I really do.  I know you wouldn’t deliberately hurt Henry.  It’s just–hearing what Zelena threatened and what she did to you, it just brought it home again that I’m not enough.  Even with the whole savior thing, I can’t do a damn thing to help my family.  Zelena knows if she takes my magic, I’m useless.”

Killian straightened, frowning ferociously down at her.  “I cannot abide that kind of talk about the woman I–well, the woman I care for, particularly when it is blatantly false.  Emma, you are enough.  You’re more than enough, and it’s because she knows it that Zelena is going after you.  She said something similar to me.  She told me that she wants me to take away your magic, the thing that makes you special, but she was wrong as well.  Your magic isn’t what makes you special.  There’s not a bit of you that isn’t extraordinary.  Swan your determination, your goodness in the face of a difficult childhood, your strength and courage.  All of it make you who you are.  All of it convinces me without a doubt that even without your magic, you could defeat Zelena.”

Emma felt like a ball of warmth surrounded her, suffused her at his words.  She loved him.  She’d never admitted it to herself before, but nonetheless it was true.  She loved him, and she was done hiding behind her walls.

And she was certainly done letting villains try to determine her love life.

“Killian, can I ask you a question?” she asked.

“Anything, love.”

“Back in New York, when you first came to my apartment.  That was True Love’s Kiss you tried, wasn’t it?”

There was the scratching at his neck again.  “Aye.  I knew it was a long shot, but I had to try.”

“So you…you love me?”

His eyes widened.  “Swan, if you haven’t realized that by now, I don’t know what to tell  you.”

“No I mean, you truly love me, like curse-breaking true love?”

“For my part, aye,” he said, looking directly in her eyes.  “There’s no doubt in my mind, but for True Love to break a curse, it must be reciprocated.  New York proved that it is not, as is your prerogative, of course.”

Emma was silent for a moment, gathering her courage.  Finally she met his eyes.  “True Love’s Kiss also doesn’t work when one party doesn’t remember the other.”

He stared at her incredulously for a long moment. “Are you saying you think we share True Love?” he began, apparently unable to finish the sentence.

Emma shrugged.  “I mean, I don’t know. How could I?  But–I’m willing to test it out.  Are you?”

He swallowed hard.  “Gods know how badly I wish to kiss you, Swan, but are you sure?  Your magic is part of who you are.  I cannot be the reason you lose it.”

“You won’t,” Emma said, scooting forward and invading his space.  “I think this will work, but even if it doesn’t I know that there’s nothing our family can’t accomplish.  With or without my magic, Greeny doesn’t stand a chance.  So what do you say?  Are you willing to take a leap of faith?”

In answer, Killian leaned forward covering her lips with his own.  Emma sighed into the kiss, everything about it felt right.  Come what may, she was not denying herself this pleasure again.

Emma had just tilted her head to deepen the kiss, when suddenly a shockwave burst forth from their joined lips and suffused the entire farmhouse.  She pulled away.  “Hook–was that–?”

His face a mask of awe, Killian answered.  “I think so.  Give it a try, my love.”

Emma concentrated her emotions, directing them toward the place within her where her magic had always been.  Continuing to focus, she waved her hand, and suddenly a fireball shot forth, reigniting the fire that had burnt down to mere embers.

“True Love,” she said in shock.  “It’s true love.”

“Aye that it is,” Killian said, moving toward her once again.  “The question is, what are we going to do about it?”

“Well, for starters, this,” Emma said, surging forward with enough vigor to knock him to the floor.  Emma took his mouth with the kind of wild abandon she’d never even imagined displaying.  He gave back as good as he got, his hand tangling in her hair and his hooked arm molding her to himself.  

Emma’s hand had just moved to unclasp his vest when suddenly the farmhouse door opened and Leroy burst through, walkie talkie in hand.  “Relax your majesties,” he said.  “I found ‘em.  They’re at the farmhouse sucking face like a couple horny teenagers.”

Emma sighed in frustration before getting to her feet and then offering Killian her hand.

“You know, Swan,” Killian said when he was back on his feet.  “I think someone needs to muzzle that dwarf.”

Emma giggled, as the sound of her father’s shocked “WHAT?!” on the other end of the walkie came through.

She shrugged.  “What can I say?  It wouldn’t be Christmas without a little family drama.”

“True enough, love.  Shall we adjourn to your parents’ loft and face the music together?”

“Absolutely,” Emma answered, taking his hand and lacing his fingers with hers.  “Together is how I see us doing a lot of things in the future.”

NEXT CHAPTER->

#christmas reruns 2023 #cs ff #captain swan christmas fanfiction #my fanfiction #'twas the night before christmas

[emmajh97-mumaji]

What My Tarot Deck Says About My Blorbo?

🐧 TuxedoSam 🐧

...

1st Card: The Hierophant

The Hierophant, also known as the High Priest, is all about rules and traditions. This fits Sam because he is a true dapper gentleman! An old-fashioned Englishman from a venerable family, who enjoys boating, tennis, and other well-to-do sports. The Hierophant is also known as the Teacher, because he passes on sacred knowledge to those under his guidance. Sam might not be a professor, but he does know how to fluently speak both Penguinese AND English. He also looks after his close friend Chip! Because of its religious imagery, The Hierophant is also associated with marriage. Did you know that, before Dear Daniel came along, TuxedoSam was supposed to be Hello Kitty's love interest? Perhaps he still has feelings for her, even though they are no longer made for one another! Sam looks up to Santa Claus because he wants to be "loved by kids all around the world"! I'd say old St. Nickolas fits the imagery of this card perfectly.

2nd Card: Four of Pentacles (Reversed)

The Four of Pentacles is a card of stability and having everything you want. Reversed, it can be a sign of clinginess, or perhaps even greed run amok. Sam is known as a glutton who loves to eat. Also, does one penguin really need three-hundred and sixty-five bowties?! I'd say that crosses the line from vain to hoarding. Note how there is a city far behind the man, as if he's turned his back on society and distrustfully hides from it. This plus his sour expression suggests that he holds on so tightly to his wealth because of a fear of loss. Sam may be adorable but he is, in fact, a veteran. He served in eight navy battles and was honorably discharged once he reached the rank of captain. I can imagine someone out at sea for so long could perhaps have some issues feeling secure and grounded once back at home. Although, perhaps the reversal suggests that this isn't as much of an issue, since Sam has his family (Pam and Tam) to support him. On a more meta level, perhaps the four of Pentacles is reversed because, despite being moderately popular, TuxedoSam has very little merchandise to speak of (in comparison to other Sanrio characters). Those that wish to horde more of this lovable penguin are, sadly, out of luck.

Conclusion:

Tuxedo J. Orville Samuel may be a clumsy round boy, but he's also an old-fashioned lad with years of experience! His dapper bowtie and fine sailors hat aren't simply for show, they reflect a part of his history. He may be gluttonous, and perhaps a bit of a hoarder, but he's also loving and wants to guide his friends to a happier place.

...

Bonus:

The stone from my collection that makes me think of Sam most is--

--this nice smooth Clear Quartz!

...

Thank you for reading~ Information about my cards can be found in this post! A list of my favorite characters can be found here!

#Emmajh97's Posts #Blorbo Tarot #Favorite Character Tarot Readings #Tarot Reading #Tarot Witch #Divination Readings #tarotcommunity #fandom #TuxedoSam #Tuxedo Sam #Sanrio #kawaii

[veronicasanders]

Horror movie time! Do you like them? Are you a thriller person or a gore person? Any favorite villain? What horror movie do you think is over hyped? What horror movie do you like the most? How do you feel about jumpscares? Twist endings? If you're not a horror movie fan, just talk to me about your favorite Halloween movies :)

Hello!! 😱😱 

I’m not a horror movie person in general, mostly because I think I don't really get scared. But I do have some horror/thriller movies that I love because I just feel like they transcend the genre: (list after the jump)

Here's the list in no particular order. IMPORTANT NOTE: I  am always referring to the originals, unless noted. Lol

Rosemary’s Baby

Get Out

The Shining

The Exorcist

Carrie

Misery

Poison Ivy (this one is kind of terrible but also amazing)

Cube

Village of the Damned and The Bad Seed (both super old and campy, and maybe that’s why I like them)

Psychological thrillers are way more interesting to me than gore/slasher flicks. Jumpscares do nothing for me. Twist endings are cool with 2 caveats:

The movie has to be good without it, so that if you know the twist ahead of time or figure it out, it doesn’t ruin the entire thing (I’M LOOKING AT YOU, M. NIGHT!!!)

It shouldn't be predictable

Overrated:

Halloween - My brother INSISTED that it was objectively good and totally transcended the genre, like the ones above. He was WRONG. Terrible fucking acting, including from Ms. Jamie Lee - who I generally find to be a great actor, so maybe it was really just terrible directing.

Texas Chainsaw Massacre - I have never been simultaneously BORED and ANNOYED the way this movie made me, so I guess that's an accomplishment. But honestly, I think the entire last HALF of this movie is that one bitch shrieking at the top of her lungs. And me just sitting there going "kill her, kill her, kill her..."

Paranormal Activity - Boring. I saw it (honestly maybe not the first one?) in the theatre with my friend, and the only entertaining part was these two girls near us who kept screaming and yelling at the screen. Which was really bothering my friend. Needless to say, I ditched him to have drinks with those girls after.

The Blair Witch Project - Probably no one cares anymore but when this came out, everyone I knew was OBSESSED and I lost interest like 10 minutes in. GET A TRIPOD, LADS.

The Sixth Sense - Knew he was dead in the first scene, after that it was super unimpressive.

Scream - Meh. Not funny enough to be a comedy or good enough to take seriously.

Other favorite Halloween movies which I will happily watch all year round:

The Craft

Death Becomes Her

The Addams Family and The Addams Family Values

Little Shop of Horrors

Edward Scissorhands

Witches of Eastwick

Beetlejuice

Practical Magic

Rocky Horror Picture Show

Ghostbusters (I’m partial to the remake here)

The Witches

E.T. (okay it may be a stretch to call it a Halloween movie but there is hilarious Halloween content)

Mermaids (same, not really a Halloween movie but like...it's so fucking good and the Halloween scenes are very memorable)

Any Halloween episode of 'Roseanne'

#walking down the glittertrail

[donttalkaboutmemes]

Beauty and the Beast (1991) Lyric Meme

Under the cut you will find 110+ lyrics from the 1991 version of Beauty and the Beast to use for your enjoyment!    

Belle

1.      “It’s a quiet village, every day like the one before.”

2.      “Little town full of little people waking up to say bonjour.”

3.      “There goes the baker with his tray like always, the same old bread and rolls to sell.”

4.      “Every morning just the same since the morning that we came to this poor provincial town.”

5.      “Look there she goes. That girl is strange, no question.”

6.      “No denying she’s a funny girl.”

7.      “I need six eggs!”

8.      “There must be more than this provincial life!”

9.      “Look there she goes. That girl is so peculiar. I wonder if she’s feeling well.”

10.   “What a puzzle to the rest of us.”

11.   “Oh! Isn’t this amazing?”

12.   “It’s my favorite part because, you’ll see, here’s where she meets Prince Charming. But she won’t discover that it’s him til chapter three.”

13.   “It’s no wonder that her name means beauty. Her looks have got no parallel.”

14.   “Behind that fair façade, I’m afraid she’s rather odd.”

15.   “She’s nothing like the rest of us.”

16.   “Right from the moment when I met her, saw her, I said she’s gorgeous and I fell.”

17.   “Here in town there’s only she who’s as beautiful as me.”

18.   “Look there he goes! Isn’t he dreamy?”

19.   “Be still my heart. I’m hardly breathing.”

20.   “He’s such a tall, dark, strong, and handsome brute.”

21.   “Look there she goes, a girl who’s strange but special.”

22.   “It’s a pity and a sin she doesn’t quite fit in.”

23.   “She really is a funny girl.”

  Belle (Reprise)

24.   “I want much more than this provincial life.”

25.   “I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. I want it more than I can tell.”

26.   “For once it might be grand to have someone understand I want so much more than they’ve got planned.”

  Gaston

27.   “Gosh it disturbs me to see you [name] looking so down in the dumps.”

28.   “Every guy here’d love to be you [name], even while taking your lumps.”

29.   “There’s no one in town as admired as you. You’re everyone’s favorite guy.”

30.   “Everyone’s awed and inspired by you, and it’s not very hard to see why.”

31.   “No one’s slick as [name].”

32.   “No one’s quick as [name].”

33.   “No one’s necks as incredibly thick as [name].”

34.   “There’s no man in town half as manly. Perfect, a pure paragon.”

35.   “You can ask any Tom, Dick, or Stanley and they’ll tell you who’s team they prefer to be on.”

36.   “No one’s been like [name] a kingpin like [name].”

37.   “No one’s got a swell cleft in his chin like [name].”

38.   “As a specimen, yes, I’m intimidating.”

39.   “My, what a guy!”

40.   “No one fights like [name].”

41.   “In a wrestling match nobody bites like [name].”

42.   “There’s no one as burly and brawny.”

43.   “As you see I’ve got biceps to spare.”

44.   “Not a bit of him scraggly or scrawny.”

45.   “Every last bit of me’s covered with hair.”

46.   “When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs every morning to held me get large, and now that I’m grown I eat five dozen eggs so I’m roughly the size of a barge.”

47.   “I use antlers in all of my decorating.”

  Gaston (Reprise)

48.   “I’m afraid I’ve been thinking. A dangerous past time, I know.”

49.   “His sanity’s only so-so.”

50.   “The wheels in my head have been turning since I looked at that loony old man.”

51.   “Right now I’m evolving a plan.”

52.   “No one plots like [name], takes cheap shots like [name].”

53.   “His marriage we soon’ll be celebrating!”

  Be Our Guest

54.   “Be our guest.”

55.   “Put our service to the test.”

56.   “Tie your napkin ‘round your neck, Cherie, as we provide the rest.”

57.   “We only live to serve!”

58.   “Try the gray stuff, it’s delicious. Don’t believe me? Ask the dishes!”

59.   “This is France and a dinner here is never second best.”

60.   “Go on unfold your menu, take a glance and then you’ll be our guest.”

61.   “We’ll prepare and serve with flair a culinary cabaret.”

62.   “You’re alone and you’re scared, but the banquets all prepared.”

63.   “No one’s gloomy or complaining while the flatwears entertaining.”

64.   “It’s all in perfect taste, that you can bet.”

65.   “Come on and lift your glass. You’ve won your own free pass.”

66.   “If you’re stressed, it’s fine dining we suggest.”

67.   “Life is so unnerving for a servant who’s not serving. He’s not whole without a soul to wait upon.”

68.   “Ah, those good old days when we were useful. Suddenly those good old days are gone.”

69.   “Ten years we’ve been rusting, needing so much more than dusting. Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills.”

70.   “Most days we just lay about the castle, flabby, fat, and lazy. You walk in and oops-a-daisie!”

71.   “It’s a guest! Sakes alive, well I’ll be blessed!”

72.   “Wine’s been poured and thank the lord I’ve had the napkins freshly pressed.”

73.   “With dessert she’ll want tea. And my dear, that’s fine with me.”

74.   “Heavens sake is that a spot? Clean it up! We want the company impressed.”

75.   “Is it one lump or two for you our guest?”

76.   “Our command is your request.”

77.   “It’s ten years since we’ve had anybody here and we’re obsessed.”

78.   “Tonight you’ll prop your feet up, but for now let’s eat up.”

  Something There

79.   “There’s something sweet and almost kind, but he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined.”

80.   “Now he’s dear and so unsure. I wonder why I didn’t see it there before.”

81.   “She glanced this way. I thought I saw.”

82.   “When we touched she didn’t shudder at my paw.”

83.   “No it can’t be, I’ll just ignore. But then she’s never looked at me that way before.”

84.   “New and a bit alarming, who’d have ever thought that this could be?”

85.   “True that he’s no Prince Charming, but there’s something in him that I simply didn’t see.”

86.   “Well, who’d have thought?”

87.   “Who’d have guessed they’d come together on their own?”

88.   “We’ll wait and see a few days more. There may be something there that wasn’t there before.”

89.   “Perhaps there’s something there that wasn’t there before.”

  Beauty and the Beast

90.   “Tale as old as time, true as it can be.”

91.   “Barely even friends then somebody bends unexpectedly.”

92.   “Just a little change. Small to say the least.”

93.   “Both a little scared, neither one prepared.”

94.   “Ever just the same.”

95.   “Ever a surprise.”

96.   “Ever as before.”

97.   “Ever just as sure as the sun will rise.”

98.   “Tune as old as song.”

99.   “Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change. Learning you were wrong.”

100.  “Certain as the sun rising in the east.”

101.  “Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme.”

  The Mob Song

102.  “We’re not safe until he’s dead.”

103.  “He’ll come stalking us at night.”

104.  “Set to sacrifice our children to his monstrous appetite.”

105.  “He’ll wreak havoc on our village if we let him wander free.”

106.  “It’s time to take some action, boys. It’s time to follow me.”

107.  “Through the mist, through the woods, through the darkness and the shadows. It’s a nightmare but it’s one exciting ride.”

108.  “Say a prayer then we’re there at the drawbridge of a castle and there’s something truly terrible inside.”

109.  “It’s a beast. He’s got fangs, razor sharp ones. Massive paws, killer claws for the feast.”

110.  “Hear him roar, see him foam, but we’re not coming home ‘til he’s dead. Good and dead!”

111.   “Kill the beast!”

112.   “Light your torch, mount your horse.”

113.   “Screw your courage to the sticking place.”

114.  “We’re counting on [name] to lead the way through a  mist to a wood where within a haunted castle something’s lurking that you don’t see everyday.”

115.   “We won’t rest ‘til he’s good and deceased.”

116.   “We don’t like what we don’t understand. In fact it scares us.”

117.    “This monster is mysterious at least.”

118.    “Hearts ablaze, banners high we go marching into battle, unafraid although the danger’s just increased.”

119.     “Raise the flag. Sing the song. Here we come, we’re fifty strong.”

#ask meme #rp meme #sentence meme #askbox meme #roleplaying meme #lyric meme #disney meme #beauty and the beast

[spoiledleaff]

SHUT UP GHOUL BUBBLE TEA FLAVOR HCS GOO

I put everything (I literally mean everything) underneath a read more tag, because this silly prompt definitely ran away from me and I’m trying not to flood your dashboard haha. Don’t worry!! Only pure and wholesome thoughts here, promise :)

These are head cannons for the preferred bubble tea flavors of era 4 ghouls, copia, and some personal favorite ghouls of mine as well! <3

Friendly reminder that my drabble prompts are open if you wanna hear more of my rambling! Enjoy!! <33

of course starting off with my home boy Dewdrop! I truly feel as though he would be the tough guy/cute shit persona. But I truly deeply feel deep in my bones and my soul that this man is a strawberry bubble tea drinker, no shame. Also prefers strawberry popping pearls over traditional tapioca. For the flavor.

next is Rain! I just really believe this lad would lean towards flavors like honeydew or even winter melon. They remind me of very refreshing flavors and I think that’s what Rain would look for in a drink!

oooh, Swiss! a bit tough, but I feel like he would kinda gravitate towards more bold flavors? Maybe something like passion fruit or even a mixed fruit tea! Also a popping pearl enjoyer. Maybe rainbow this bastard—

Aether. Banana. Fuck you <3 (jkjk!! But I feel like Aether would also enjoy coconut! Kinda… a tropical flavors man, hehe)

Mountain, my dearest! I just kinda have the gut feeling that Mountain would get kinda overwhelmed with all of the different varieties of flavors, so he would just genuinely stick with the more “basic” or “traditional” flavors, like creamy milk tea! If he’s feeling a little adventurous, I think he’d also like rose milk tea as well! Definitely tried the popping pearls thanks to peer pressure dew and swiss but did not like them at all. Poor guy.

Ghoulette time!! Let’s start with Cirrus <3 Another gut feeling one, I just think that Cirrus wouldn’t have much of a stomach for sweeter drinks like dew might. I think her favorite would be a matcha latte with traditional tapioca! Or maybe just straight black tea as well.

Sunshine!! Ahhhh, not a single doubt in my mind for this one!! Sunshine would definitely enjoy a mango green tea! I think she’d also be the kind of person to eat popping pearls just straight up, even without any tea or drink in general. Definitely orange flavored. She just really likes the warm, bright colors :)

Yeah, Cumulus! I just get such overwhelming sweet tooth vibes from her, ‘cause she’s so sweet!! I think she’d be the kind of person to enjoy the smoothie options over the regular milk/fruit tea? I think she’d really love the oreo cookie smoothie drinks with a little bit of tapioca! But honey tea is always an option too!

Bonus Copia because I said so. I think he’d enjoy a chocolate latte with light boba! The man lives by coffee and caffeination, look at his work load. For emergencies, straight up coffee milk tea please help him—

Speed round guilty pleasure ghouls I’m sORRY—!!

Special ghoul is another coffee milk tea with regular tapioca (send them help). Cowbell ghoul is a secret member of the sweet tooth club with a caramel milk tea with extra caramel, and a light heaping of tapioca pearls! Ifrit ghoul is surprisingly a bit more tame with his choice of drink; I think he’d like thai milk tea with tapioca, but he is definitely a guilty popping pearl enjoyer look at him— Chair ghoul is unsurprisingly very elegant with his choice of drink! Absolutely a jasmine milk tea enjoyer with regular tapioca, although he and Ifrit do enjoy sharing their drinks <3 Alpha and Omega also share drinks! They both enjoy orange coconut milk tea with regular tapioca, best of both worlds! Strangely enough, it’s actually Omega trying to get Alpha to join the “popping pearl” fan club, haha!

Personally, I’m very basic. I enjoy vanilla tea with tapioca, haha!! <3

#Leaf’s holy thoughts #ghoul hc #bubble tea favorites!! #I love them <3 #been craving bubble tea lately haha #ghost bc #wholesome vibes here

[leaderintitleonly]

Anonymous asked:

❄🎨🏸

who is cold (to them)

Quite the question. Well, there's him... But it's very much hot and cold. "Tells it like it is. Ain't really..." He pauses. "Ain't jus' cold. Tells me when m'bein' foolish. I know I ain't his favorite." There's a smirk and a chuckle as he fixes his glasses. "Think it'd feel wrong if he was all ice-" He snickers. "Nice. All nice to me. But... means well. Gets the point 'cross well 'nuff. Good to Dopey an' Sneezy, wha' I 'member." He holds his hand out. "Gave us work. Real welcome at the studio. I like 'im. I know most folks ain't likin' 'im. But... M'glad he yelled at me. Glad m'back. Woulda missed 'im if I stayed gone."

who is very artistic/crafty

He's happy he knows a lot of creative types. It makes him want to do his own work again. Maybe he really should retire and leave the mining work to the younger ones. Maybe it is time. But that's not quite an answer. That's just him wanting to go back to painting or carving... or really, anything. "Ev'n if he keeps talkin' 'bout not likin' it... Real hood- uh, good at it. Poems are real...special." He hums a bit. "Wrote some o' my favorites. Well, uhrm... Got some favorites. He's part o' em." He hums cheerfully. He warms up the more he talks. "Wish 'e realized how much folks loved 'em. But I 'pose... lovin' yer work ain't really lovin' ya. An' I love 'im more than 'is work an' words. Real knack wit' 'em. It's when yer puttin' all yerself in those words an' creatin' tha' makes it special... So very special... Makes folks feel like they show- erm, toe- like they know wha' yer goin' through..."

who they want to play sports with

"Uh... Ain't nobody, really. Men an' I do play a bit o' sport when we ain't so tum pluckered- uh, fum fu-" He stops. Thank goodness Dopey didn't hear. "...Well we do play a lil' bit. But we ain't the most active. Gets tirin' an' lately I ain't the quickest on my sheet- uh erm... my parakeet- No, I mean..." He gestures to his shoes. "Gets tirin', like I said. Ain't nobody I really wanna do much wit' or nothin' o' the sort. I 'pose... the lil' ones. Might play. But no games like the sort! Jus'... wha' they wanna do." He puffs up, showing that grandfatherly pride. "Keeps me young when they wanna do somethin' like runnin' 'round or playin' teaparty. She does. I know she can't eat, but uh... 'Bout the pretend part. Lettin' 'er use her wits. An' I know I indulge the boy, but... mischief ain't wrong. Gotta let 'im. He'll learn. I know folks get fall toss- uh, all cross... Ain't mean no harm..." There's a sudden concerned look. "Wish he'd stay inside a lil' more, but he's wild like I was. Ain't a cat- erm... 'Course the lad ain't a cat! He's a... well. Lil' boy! Growin' boy. Gotta let 'im get comfortable. Then...then! Then..." He nods to 'imself. "So I 'pose the lil' ones..."

#doc speaks

[outofbinaryspace]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Learn to know your mutuals and followers. 💚

Hey thanks for the ask!

In no particular order:

1. When my cat is mostly asleep/sleeping and I pet her and she shoves her head into my hand.

2. Whenever I’m (usually virtually) hanging out with my friends and start laughing (especially if I can’t stop after a few seconds) and they join in laughing with me even if they don’t know why I’m laughing

This makes me happy cause I haven’t had the best luck in any kind of relationships and even with my own family so having people that laugh with me instead of judging me or laughing at me is a nice feeling.

3. My parents dogs. Well honestly the older boy. I do love the puppy but I’m not as attached to her. The boy was abused as a puppy and we got him when he was 1 or 2. He’s now 5 (I think). He’s a very sweet lad and also a giant. Even for his breed he is tall. Anyway I’m one of his favorite people and I love him. He’s just a giant cuddle bug and while he’s had to overcome a lot, he’s a good boy.

4. I know a lot of people do not like Christmas and how it’s capitalist propaganda and whatever

I love Christmas. I love the cold weather, the hot coco, the pretty lights and decorations, the sappy romcoms, the old stop motion movies, the music (especially the classic old timey songs)

5. This is a bit of a weird one. And kinda gross. TW: skin disease, skin picking

Background info:

Up until I was 20/21 the backs of my ears were basically reptilian. A very pale shade of yellow. Both ears were covered in it. My ears ached from it. And itched. Scratching and peeling it off felt really good. After getting all the scales off I would be in heaven. Because for that precious little time my ears were smooth and light. However peeling and scratching led to my ears bleeding from it. And shedding. It also smelled after being peeled.

It drove me insane. I was paranoid about the shedding. Sunlight hurt more. I couldn’t stand anything touching my ears. Including my glasses that I refused to wear. Gee I wonder why.

When I started fencing I had to worry about how to put my mask on. Because if it touched/smushed my ears I’d tear up from the pain. I remember there was one time I was about to bout one of my teammates and I put my mask on wrong and it folded my ear. I could feel the scales breaking and being ripped from the skin. I had to take a breather and my coach asked me what was wrong and all I could say was I put my mask on wrong which to her made absolutely zero sense.

For those curious: the scales were dead skin cells. For whatever reason they did not fall off like they should have after dying. And because they didn’t i had a constant pile of them on both my ears.

Medicines did not work. When I was a kid I had it on my scalp. My mom used a shampoo on me to try and treat it. The shampoo burned. It burned so badly and I had to let it burn because it was supposed to stay in for twenty minutes. I cried because it hurt so much. And I am not a big cryer. I got hit right in the ankle by an automatic softball machine and didn’t cry.

The shampoo didn’t help. And then there were creams and eventually it was noticed I have it on both eyelids. And they gave me a cream that also did not work and made it look like I had just been crying my eyes out. I had multiple teachers ask me if I was okay. Cue the embarrassing explanation. Even worse when my friends noticed.

My mom and I gave up after that. I accepted I was never going to grow out of it and I’d just have to deal with it.

Then I saw a doc at my (former) uni. She’d help me with my mental health and the times I’d gotten sick. I trusted her. And by god was that the best choice I ever made.

She got me yet another cream. I will admit I did not have any hope. But then it actually worked…after a few rounds my ears weren’t scales. They were normal.

And have stayed that way since!

Even now I’ll mess with my ears just for fun. And it makes me happy. It’s silly I know but for me my smooth and normal ears aren’t something I had until recently. I’ve even thought about piercing them since it’s been threeish years now and it doesn’t look like it’ll come back.

(I still do have it on my eyelids but it doesn’t bother me nearly as much as my ears did. The only noticeable thing is that my eyelids are red instead of skin colored. I am going to see if I can get it treated tho. I did ask before but she was hesitant to treat it cause eyelids being so close to the eyes)

#v answers questions #tw: skin disease #tw: skin picking

[rjshepherd]

SFW Alphabet: Karl Heisenberg

Long post under the cut lads. no spoilers i can think of but is a bit of speculation

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Karl can be quite rude and sarcastic, even to the people he loves. If you're familiar with the concept of negging, that's sort of what he’s like. It’s mostly done in jest, so i hope you have a good sense of humor. He’s liable to brush off your concerns but i imagine he’d be very hurt and annoyed at himself if he thought he really upset or offended you.

His language of love leans towards gift giving. He likes to tinker and make little things. He’s quite artistic, if you leave him alone for an hour with nothing to do he’ll make origami cranes, bend paperclips into little people or doodle on post it notes. He’ll give you these in an off handed sort of way but he also likes to put time into making things especially for you: metal work sculptures, wood carvings, trinkets and gadgets for you to use.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I think this was the first thing i ever said about Karl but he looks like he’d be great to go on the piss with, you know? Like he’d be great for a night out but i don't know if i would depend on him for much unless i knew him REALLY well. I imagine you’d go out for a few drinks and wake up the next morning in a kanoo full of strawberries, in someone else's clothes wearing handcuffs and cuddling a penguin you and Karl stole from the zoo. It would be a lot of fun but Karl would not be the person you wanted to spend the next morning with, horrifically hung-over and arguing about the best way to make a fry for breakfast. He seems like the kind of friend to rock up at your house at 3 am , bang on your door with his hammer and yell “Get up loser, we’re going to mcdonalds!” then bodily drag you out of your bed by the feet if you did not come willingly. “Quit your whining, it’ll be fun!” is his favorite phrase.

How would a friendship between you two start? He seems like a really friendly guy in a sort of superficial way. He makes friends easily but the people he can really depend on, he can count on his hand. My mind instantly says you worked at the factory and he invited you out after work? Maybe you made a joke while working and he laughed? Or maybe you were from outside the village, got lost and he gave you directions to the nearest inn? It probably happened from him inserting himself in your life and just dragging you along for the ride

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

The second thing I ever said about Karl is that he looks like he gives GREAT hugs. Man round, man fluffy,Him somft. One might even call him Friend shaped. He hugs as a greeting, as a goodbye and everything in between. He likes to throw his arm around people as he walks places, you on one arm and his hammer in the other. He really strikes me as an incredibly touch starved person. I mean, if he’s as old as the other lords, when's the last time he had a damn hug? They don't strike me as particularly affectionate people, his sister especially. The lycans like pats too! Karl has to give out pats daily or he’ll have a bunch of huffy lycans on his hands. Do you know who never gets pats? Poor Karl!

I worry it's been so long he might not know how to just sit with a friend and cuddle on the sofa. He’d fidget and want to be doing something instead of just relaxing. You’d need to weight him down with a blanket or drape your legs across his lap to keep him there.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Ehhhh….the long and the short of it is, no and he's not very good at being domestic either. I canon he grew up in the castle, he had servants look after cooking and cleaning and so on. His parents probably never thought he’d live to be ancient and need to know how to cook and clean for himself so he had to learn later in life. Where Alcina was presumably raised to know she’d need to carry on the dimitrescu name, Karl was probably told to think carefully about who he’d want to eventually pass the factory down to. What with being nearly immortal he never gave it much thought and now it just seems pointless to him. He likes his own space too much, the freedom to do whatever and whenever he pleases.

He seems like an incredibly chill person about things that might stress out others, but i feel like he might occasionally stress clean. Maybe something he picked up from one of his parents or a maid who looked after him. Sort of “we’re having company over so the house needs to be spotless “ sort of thing. Again, he’s not good at it, it's mostly just a distraction tactic so he can keep busy and not think about whatever is stressing him out.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

God, I hope he never has to break up with someone. He’s going to be a dramatic mother fucker about it. He has absolutely been broken up with before, many times. Sometimes he forced the other party to break up with him so he wouldn't have to, sometimes they left of their own volition. Karl as a partner can be...an acquired taste. Yes he’s loving but he’s not kind. Yes you would be financially secure, but you’d have to take his name and leave your old life behind. He’s got money but he's going to have to leave you alone a lot to earn it. Then there’s the inlaws. He’s going to have to keep his sister from eating you at thanksgiving dinners, or Donna from making you a part of her doll house or moreau from accidentally drowning you.

All of that is a lot of stress and hassle for one person and he’s more than aware of the sacrifices someone would have to make to be with him long term. Don't even get him started on the whole living forever thing. but,I suppose when you're nearly immortal there's no rush on these sorts of things, is there?

If you break up with him, it's going to be a lot of “yeah i get it” and then sorrow, self pity and drinking in private. A lot of swearing at his dumb family, their dumb rules and this dumb situation he’s found himself in.

If he was angry enough to break up with you over something? He's a drama queen. Seals you in a saw style trap and says you can go if you get out. But to get out you’d have to read some private dms or do the laundry you said you'd do but never did while Karl chirps over the tannoy “OH SO YOU DO KNOW HOW”

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Uh...im sure ill upset a lot of you reading this but no. Karl doesn't really want to get married. A partner? Sure he’d love one if he could find someone willing to put up with all this bullshit but i spouse? That's different. He’s stuck with you. You're stuck with him and the rest of his family. God help you.

There's a few reasons he’s not in love with this whole commitment thing: first and most pressing is the age thing. What happens if you grow old without him? How will he cope without you? Or worse? What if Miranda decides to make you like them? You’ll be stuck with them forever, your own family will all grow old without you? That was hard enough the first time, how will he do it again? And what if you broke up? He can't just start releasing nearly immortal people into the world willy-nilly. Does he kill you post breakup??? Does he have to keep you in the village forever? What if it makes you miserable? How will he live with himself????

There are more but these are the kinds of things that keep him awake at night. He might do questionable things, bad things even, but something about inflicting that sort of suffering on someone you claim to love makes him feel squirmy and uncomfortable and he just doesn't want to deal with it.

I can foresee an alternate scenario: an arranged marriage to gain the village an ally or more power. Karl is the younger child, Alcina is the one with all the money and power. Perhaps a marriage to the child of a wealthy or powerful person would make some use of the second child? It would probably be someone like Alcina or Miranda who arranged it, Karl would have little say in matters. I don't know how long the engagement would be but I'm certain the wedding day is the first time you two see each other. Karl is doing his best to be suave and charming to his new partner but the man is shitting bricks.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

With people he actually gives a shit about, he really does try hard. He’s not used to having to control his temper or pull his punches or reel himself in. The lycans don't care and if he accidentally kills someone it's not a big deal. Who's going to tell? He has a bit of a temper, just look at how he yelled at Angie and donna. He treats you with kid gloves, like he’s afraid to hurt you, even if you are the kind of person who can handle themselves. Like I said above, he can be rude and hurtful but it's his sense of humor more than any sort of malicious intent. He’s not good at all that “soppy romantic bullshit” like Alcina is but occasionally he can come off with some genuinely sweet things.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

God this man is so fucking touch starved its unreal. Acts like a touch guy with his big ass hammer and cigar but he will absolutely melt if you stroke his hair, shiver and maybe even whimper if it's been a while. He’ll totally deny it after but you know what you heard. As i mentioned earlier, Karl hugs for every occasion and he’ll take them whenever and however he can get them.Definitely smothers you in his chest given the height difference but he also likes to stick his face into the crook of your neck to breath in your scent. I think his favorite kind of hugs are those that start as you walk towards each other then break into a run and leap into his arms and do a little twirl at the end. I think he’s been watching too many romantic movies with his nieces.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Maybe I just like angst but I can see that whoever Karl is with needs to sit his ass down and explain this sort of thing to him. He didn't get much if any love or affection growing up. His parents were too busy, Alcina treated him like a pest and the maids raised him with the sort of paid-for-cold-detachment you would expect. I imagine a partner saying “show me how to love you” and he instantly thinks of sex and not, you know, an actual language of love. Does he like hearing words of affirmation? Maybe acts of service? He’s got no idea, he’s never experienced anything like that before and he’s in uncharted territory. He kinda just says “i love you” spontaneously one day. Like he just decided then and there in the moment.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Jealousy is for insecure people and Karl is not that...not about you at least. He is however, very territorial at times, much like you’d expect a wolf to be. He doesn't like treating you like property, he is an asshole but he's not THAT kind of an asshole.If he thinks other people are looking at you he likes to “mark his territory” as it were. Buys you fancy gifts with his logo or insignia on them, maybe some dimitrescu family jewellery to show where you belong. He’s not above just yelling things like “this is my bf/gf/partner/spouse” to let people know what's up. If he feels like bragging about you he might just walk around with you on his arm and that smug grin of his plastered on his face for all to see.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are a little bristly to be honest. Not just because of the beard. You know how some kids pet dogs a little hard so they can feel the love? That's Karl. He smooches with a lot of force behind it. He’s still got some of the manners he had to learn with alcina, so he likes to kiss the tops of your hands, your forehead etc. kisses on the lips are reserved for private but he does enjoy the occasional surprise cheek kiss from you.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Well he’s dealt with pups before. Bela, Cass and Dani were young once...well younger at least. He can keep kids out of trouble, be the fun uncle when there's structured fun to be had ( for example if he’s been asked to take the kids to the movies or something) but if he’s left to his own devices he is going to cause mischief. Karl is not what one might call a responsible adult. He kind of just rolls with things, like if the kids suggested painting he’d bring them the supplies and leave them to it. Before you know it the walls of the castle are covered in crayon and all of Alcina's 400 year old portraits have moustaches and stench lines with arrows that say “poopy head” pointing to important family figures. Karl is laughing too hard to stop them.

Tldr he’s good with kids for short periods of time, anything more than an afternoon without plans is going to lead to mayhem which Karl 1000% encourages for shits and giggles.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s well used to being up early, before the crack of dawn . or at least, he was until he met you. Part of him worries he’s getting soft, every time he gets up to do something he rolls over and sees you and says “5 more minutes'' before diving back under the blankets. and before you know it it's 10 am, the horses have not been fed and the lycans are screeching for him on the roof like snarly tooth filled roosters.

It's worth it tho.

He might be up early and doing stuff but he definitely doesn't like mornings. He's mostly on auto pilot until at least 9. It's hard to get coffee in the village at times so he tries to drink strong tea instead.But looking out the window of his room in the factory at a snow storm in the dead of winter when its -8 and darker than alcinas sense of humor often makes him wish he was drinking something stronger.

He might wake you up just so he doesn't suffer alone.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Depends on the night to be honest. By that i mean what time of the month is it? New moon? Karl is exhausted, he just wants to curl up in bed at like 8pm and will often drag you with him as his personal pillow and space heater. Half moon? He might have more energy. Maybe he’ll work late, you can do your own project and you can just enjoy eachothers company, maybe he’ll want to cook dinner with you and have a drink, maybe it’ll be movie night, who knows? It just depends on his mood and energy levels.

A Full moon however? Lord help you. Karl and the lycans always have something going on, usually planned from the last full moon. Sometimes it’s something akin to a fight club, to let out some steam. Other times it’s a massive hunt and bonfire feast, although how much of the meat is cooked is dubious at best. There was that one time where a half lycan Karl, hopped up on energy from the full moon and bounced around the room like a child on pixie sticks, asked you to play hide and seek. You assumed it would just be the two of you but before you knew it the entire pack was looking for you. You were too afraid of upsetting them to say no so you barricaded yourself in Karl's room, hoping his scent would overpower or disguise yours. You've seen how the lycans react when they finally catch a pesky deer or wild boar and you weren't in the mood to be picked out of someone's teeth in the morning. As the night wore on and you started hearing scratching on his door you genuinely considered going to alcinas just for the night but you figured you were better staying put , hidden, rather than venture out only to be laughed at and have an ornate door slammed in your face.

Thankfully Karl switched back to human and put a stop to things before they got too out of hand.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

In a sense. He shares the things he’s proud of, like his factory, his lycan abilities and so on. He’s less inclined to share family history or personal details from his past. I think maybe he’s afraid of scaring you off. He might info dump on you about something and stop halfway through because he’s revealed too much. Good luck working out what it is though.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He does his best to be patient with you but he does have a bit of a temper. It doesn't take a lot in certain circumstances to make him fly off the handle but honestly, if it lasted more than a full minute i would be surprised. He mostly just shouts, it doesn't even sound super angry, he's just loud.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I wouldn't call him forgetful by any stretch of the imagination. He’s better with numbers and figures and dates rather than floaty artistic concepts of things. For example if you told him your favorite holiday was a beach in florida because you found beautiful seashells, he might forget. But if you told him your favorite holiday was to a beach in Florida when you were 12 years old, the information would stick better with him.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

I think his favorite memory would be taking your clothes shopping at the very start of your relationship. You weren't as equipt for a romanian winter as you thought, so he took you to get a coat or a cloak of some sort. Of course, you gravitate towards a blood red one. Sort of a scottish widow style, very dramatic. Karl is struggling to contain the giggles already and you haven't even tried it on yet. Even after trying it on and about half an hour of terrible wolf puns Karl still found this pee your pants funny .But since he hadn't told you about his lycan abilities yet, you didn't understand why he was laughing so hard. He still asks you sometimes how little red riding hood is finding life with the big bad wolf.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s pretty protective, let's be honest it comes with the territory. He always walks with an arm around you or holding your hand if he’s trying to be discreet. He protects you as best he knows how, just putting himself between you and the threat. In most cases a few good swears and threats of a hammering will do it but he's not afraid to spill a little blood for your sake, both his and whoever dares hurt you.

He’s a little old fashioned, it's his age. It's a little emasculating to him to have someone smaller and younger than him offer to protect him. He appreciates the sentiment of course, but he usually brushes you off like a kid offering to go to work in their parents place.

I feel like letting him share your space, your life and your knowledge of life outside the village would be protection enough. You’re saving him from a boring, lonely life and he won't let you forget it in a hurry.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

I'm going to be real with you. He doesn't try. He's never dirty but he is messy and a little lazy with this aspect of his life. He’s the kind of person to put off chores until he has literally no option but to do them, even if it would only take 30 mins and he's spent 2 weeks procrastinating. He’s pretty low key with dates, his idea of something really really fancy is a candlelit dinner and that's about it. He's good at gifts. Like, REALLY good at gifts. He will usually make you something but if you've mentioned you wanted something specific he’ll get you that as well as a little hand made thing to remind you of him. Maybe a wrought iron twist bracelet? Some gear rings or earrings? He likes making traditionally unattractive things like scrap iron into jewellery.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Karl eats a lot of raw food. He’s not like the other lycans, he takes care of his teeth but he has a horrible habit of picking them instead of just using a damn toothpick or some floss. Alcina is on his case about it constantly. Sometimes you wonder if he just does it to piss her off, which i suppose is another bad habit in itself.

Depending on your feelings on the matter, his penchant for cigars and smoking could also be seen as a bad habit. He hates smoking outside.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

More than you’d think just by looking at him but it's not excessive. He keeps himself clean, does not go around smelling like a musty wolfman and keeps the oil from his machines off his hands and clothes. He takes a lot of care of his smile, it's sort of his trademark. I know he looks scraggly and a bit wild but he’s always well groomed. His clothes are a bit worn but still in good condition, neatly kept. He’s not like Alcina, who will throw a fit if she sees dirt where it shouldn't be, his job is messy and he’s not super fussy about it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Angst time again lads. Karl is well used to being on his own. He was raised in the village, in the castle specifically, away from the other children. Alcina was 10-11 when Karl was born and was far too old to be playing with him. He spent a lot of time by himself, which is one of the reasons he surrounds himself with lycans as an adult.Being alone as a child makes you a little reluctant to let people in at times but not because you don't want to. you're guarded and afraid of having something only for it to be taken away again . If you managed to worm your way into Karls heart only to leave or be taken from him he’s going to feel pretty hollow. He’s not so clingy he needs you in his life 24/7 but if you were you wouldn't hear him complaining.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

God i have so many, fucking get ready lads.

He was born in the village, to a german father and romanian mother. In the Dimitrescu house, the first born woman is the head of the family. Karl basically gets the leftovers, whatever Alcina doesn't want.

Alcina is much older than him, even before infection. She always treated him like a pest since she was nearly an teen when he was born. She resented him taking her parents attention and hated being left to look after him.

The X shaped scar on his cheek is from childhood. Alcina wasn't watching him carefully enough and he tripped and fell into the fireplace. It wasn't lit but he split his cheek on the edge of the hearth.

He was infected by Miranda against his will, but wound up loving it, much like Lucas baker. He put up a fight though, that split on his lip is from her.

He and Donna were the last to be infected. He was trying to protect her and failed. One of his reasons for his hostility towards Angie is that she serves as a reminded her couldn't protect Donna

The cigars he smokes are spanish, usually imported by the Duke. but he’s been known to steal alcinas Cigarettes for a quick nicotine hit when he’s stressed.

He started smoking very young. Probably stole his older sisters cigarettes at 12 or maybe he was given a cigar as a reward.

Don't tell anyone but His favorite flavor is Strawberry. He loves those little pouches of premade strawberry milk you get in convenience stores.

His favorite comfort food is Kartoffelkloesse and a meat dish like Schweinshaxe or Rinderroulade. It reminds him of spending time with his paternal grandparents.

English is his first language but he speaks fluent romanian and decent german.

He's ambidextrous. Uses his hammer and writes with his Right hand and eats and smokes with his Left.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I can't see him with someone squeamish. There's a lot of gross shit going on and that's before you even leave the village farm. If you can't handle blood or bad smells, you should probably cross him off your list of potential partners. I also don't see him with someone who acts like alcina. Hoity-toity, putting on airs or acting like an aristocrat. Karl is a hands on kind of man with a crude and dark sense of humor and he can't be bothered with the kind of person afraid of a little grime or hard work

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Well. he snores terribly. I should get that one out of the way. He's a back sleeper usually and all those cigars and mold have him verging on sleep apnoea. He also moves around a lot in his sleep, acting things out. He doesn't quite sleep walk, but he does talk in his sleep a lot and occasionally bolt straight upright in bed, blabber something nonsensical and then fall back asleep again. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes it's absolutely terrifying.

@factoryheisenberg @anzu-sl @potato-dragons @shinva

sorry for the @ but since yall were interested =)

heres the ao3 link too https://archiveofourown.org/works/27253654/chapters/76709666

#karl heisenberg #re village #resident evil #resident evil village #lady alcina #alcina dimitrescu #sfw alphabet #karl heisenberg x reader #my stuff #my writing

[chaoticorganizedmess]

| Masterlist | Touya Masterlist | Navigation |

Still My Hero🦸🏻‍♂️

Your long-term boyfriend and you had broken up some time ago. When missing you becomes too great for him he decides to seek you out.

Pro Hero Todoroki Touya x Pro Hero F. Reader

Warning: Smut Below💋👇🏻; Fingering; Oral sex(Giving). [18+]

"You are forever and always the Hero of my heart, the love of my life." - Anonymous

Touya was used to his patrols being late in the day and into the night, just how he liked it since he tended to be a night owl. Today however he was filling in for a colleague in the afternoon. As he was finishing his rounds the sun was just beginning to set, flooding the sky with orange and pink hues, when he heard it. "It's the Hero 'Blaze'!" A small voice rang out in the peaceful atmosphere this quieter area provided. He turned to see three smaller kids sprinting his way across the grass from the playground of a local park. "You're my favorite!", the largest boy announced excitedly as he caught up to his idol. Touya flashed him one of his lazy smiles. "Really? Ya don't say."

He extended his hand for the young man to take and when he did Touya gave him a firm hand shake. "What's your name, kid?" He didn't think they would be able to but Touya chortled internally when he noticed the boy's eyes widen even more. "M-My name is Nakajima." The Hero gave him a brief nod. "Well, 's nice to meet ya." The boy and girl tagging along with him squealed with excitement at the introduction and Nakajima's smile grew so much wider. Mouth agape and spread in total happiness, Touya could practically see down his throat. It warmed his already heated insides with how much glee this kid had; all from simply meeting him. He knew the kid had run out of things to say with the starstruck shock in his eyes so Touya filled in the gap of silence with another question.

"So, who's your friends here?" The other little boy jumped up and threw his hand up towards Touya to shake as he introduced himself. "I'm Tanashi." Touya nodded again at the second lad and dropped his little hand. "Hello Tanashi.", he replied before turning towards the little girl that was with them. Now that he could notice more details he paused and stood a little straighter at the sight of her. Touya did his best to not show any more signs of his surprise as he took in her features. She had pigtails and was chewing on multiple fingernails in nervousness. What got him though, was the girl's physical characteristics. Her bright eyes were the exact color of yours, nearly the same shape too. Her hair color was even almost the same shade as yours.

This girl could've been the reincarnation of how he remembered you at that age. Didn't you even have a little dress just like the one she's wearing? Needless to say it threw him off a bit seeing her. "H-how 'bout you, doll? What's your name?" The little girl lit up at being acknowledged by him. "My name's Toga.", she replied as she bent at her waist to give a small bow. Touya gave a small hum in response as he quickly looked over your mirrored traits she had one more time. He didn't get a chance to say something else to her, though. Suddenly an older girl in a school uniform, her blonde hair up in two buns on each side of her head, came jogging across the park in the direction of the trio of kids.

"Hikari, let's go! We gotta get home! Bring your friends. We'll walk them home too." The little girl looked over and nodded her head. "Okay, Himiko!" Turning back to the Hero she looked up at him and smiled. "That's my big sister. I gotta go Blaze-san." Touya knelt down on one knee to lower himself to be closer to her eye level and flashed her his grin. "You can call me Touya." Surprisingly, after her eyes twinkled in delight, she reached up and hugged him tight. "Okay Touya-san." He couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. After she pulled away and looked to him once more she turned to run up to her sister. Touya gave the two boys high fives and told them to work hard in school before they scurried after the girls. 

Touya looked on as the group disappeared into the distance, but his thoughts were only on you. If you two had the children you once dreamed of together, would your daughter look like that little girl? That thought would be something else added to dwell on in his increasingly chaotic brain. Since the breakup he missed you terribly. His life wasn't the same without you in it. He wasn't the same without you. Hell, it even hurt some of his family when you guys split. Touya remembered how sad Fuyumi looked when he finally told her. He didn't function like he used to and there were no signs of eventual improvement either. From an outside view point it didn't look like Touya would ever bounce back. Internally, he felt the same.

When rumors rounded the Hero circles, as per usual, one in particular had reached his ears about Hawks and you being together now. Touya wished he had never heard it. He was absolutely furious. He stormed out of the agency and drank himself into a stupor that night. In his inebriated and livid haze he ended up banging on Hawks' penthouse door later on and greeted him with a punch to the face once he opened up. Touya didn't last much longer after that, getting out a few slurred words about Keigo stealing his girl before passing out.

Touya awoke the next morning, quite hung over to say the least, but still in Hawks' residence. He found himself engulfed in the morning sun's rays and sprawled out on his stomach across the couch. Much to his dismay. Touya was disgruntled still but Keigo offered up some coffee and was able to explain to his friend that what he heard was all gossip and rumors and simply wasn't true. The three of you had been friends for many years. Touya and you the longest, by far. However Keigo assured him that he and the gossips were wrong. He had never gotten with you and wouldn't after knowing how much you two loved each other, even if that was before.

Touya had felt slightly ashamed over his actions toward his friend. Honestly though he had to admit Keigo couldn't blame him. He saw the way the feathered friend looked at you. The glint in his golden eyes brightening any time you appeared. The flash of disappointment Touya saw in them when you looked at him like that instead of Keigo. He knew all about his friend's unrequited love for his girl even without having to ever be told. Guess it was inevitable. You were gorgeous, funny, strong and a slew of other adjectives that described how incredible you are. Them putting you into words didn't do the real thing justice though.

Before he knew it his patrol had ended and Touya found himself at the front steps of the agency. He sighed as he ran a hand down his face and trudged inside. He could barely finish the pile of paperwork he had built up for himself. You engrossed all of his thoughts, waking and subconscious. He couldn't put off any more of it. That's what led to him having to sit here with so much at the moment. The only good thing having all this paperwork in front of him was when that Sidekick came in to invite him out for drinks with "the rest of the gang". He simply waved to the stack on his desk and politely declined. He wasn't falling for that again. She gave a flirty pout and asked if she could help him with anything. He used a little more force to his tone when he said 'no thanks' and dismissed her for the night. She gave her sweet smile and waved and wished him goodnight.

Who was she fooling, and why didn't she get the hint? He wasn't interested. The breakup had barely taken effect when she started pulling her shit. As soon as she heard the news she expressed how "sorry" she was but immediately started batting her lashes his way. Sure she had flirted with him before, at least he thought that's what she was trying to do. However now it was just shameless. Did she really think she could take your place? She was pretty and all but had nothing on you.

When she invited him out for drinks with "everyone" the last time he had fallen for it. He agreed only to possibly get you off his mind for a bit. Once he got to the bar it was just her. Dressed in what she claimed was casual, but looked more like she was dressed to impress. He had asked where everyone was and she played coy saying some couldn't make it and backed out last minute or maybe "got lost". She would then quickly change the subject.

He couldn't take her inching closer to him. Leaning forward so her cleavage spilled out toward him. He had one beer and gave her his goodnight and walked off dispite her verbal and physical objections, grabbing at his arm as he easily shook her off. Sure enough when he asked the other Sidekicks about it none of them knew anything about going out for drinks the night before. He never fell for that again.

His thoughts went back to you. Of course. They always did. Had you been out with many people? He was sure guys probably still threw themselves at you. Before you had strangers do it all the time until they found out he was your boyfriend. Touya would get butterflies when he would overhear you shoot someone down. Depending on the situation you did it politely or laced with hilarious sarcasm. Either way you had such pride in your voice when you told them that you had a boyfriend.

He remembered the jealousy that choked him when he saw you having lunch with some guy last month. The flames of his quirk threatened to engulf him completely as he simmered in his ire. Were you still seeing him? You looked happy enough. Touya could tell your smile didn't quite pull like it usually did when you were truly content. Your eyes were focused on your companion, but were dimmer than they used to be. He knew you weren't truly happy, but were doing a good job faking it. No one would know you two like each other.

He broke from thinking of you being unhappy and pictured you as you were with him. Sitting across the table from him in the morning wearing only your oversized 'Blaze' t-shirt, your favorite to sleep in. He loved when it was just that and panties. Sipping your coffee with your bright eyes focused on him over the mug. The beaming smile you'd send his way as you bit on the corner of your bottom lip before stepping over to share a kiss with him. Fuck, did he miss you.

Finishing up the last bit of paperwork he looked to the clock on his phone. 8:23 p.m. He couldn't live like this any longer. He shut down his computer and locked up his darkened office. Briskly moving through the halls he hurried through the parking garage and into his car. He barely started it up before throwing it in reverse and backing out of his reserved parking space. Touya drove a little faster than he usually did, which was really saying something. He had to get to his destination now while he still had such resolve and determination within him.

It seemed like everything happened too fast. One moment he was on the highway and now he stood at your front door. He didn't even remember parking, or getting out of his car, or even walking up. Touya realized he was breathing a little heavier out of nervousness. It was now or never. He was here. Right at your door. Could he really be a coward and walk away? Just like he always told you in times he would encourage you: you never know until you try.

His arm felt like it weighed a ton as he forced his hand up to push the tiny button for the doorbell. After a minute or two nothing had happened. He would give it one more attempt before leaving. He rang the bell again but this time lifted his knuckles to rasp on the hard wood. Another minute or two went by and he turned to walk away when he was stopped by the sound of the lock clicking and the door opening. 

There you were. You looked tired but still as beautiful as ever. Your brows were arched in surprise at seeing him but furrowed slightly as you spoke. "Touya? W-what are ya doin' here?" It was then he let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He carted his hand through his hair as he tried to find the words, looking to the ground as if it would spell them out for him. Anything he had prepared went out the window at the sight of you. "I-I dunno. I, uh, guess I was just hoping to see you." Now his aqua colored orbs looked up to meet your own gaze. "C-can we talk?"

You had kept your composure better than you thought you were going to. You were shocked to see him at your door through the peephole but would be lying to yourself and the universe if you claimed you weren't happy about it. This man was the love of your life and you missed him. Even though he was your best friend growing up neither of you talked now, let alone hung out anymore after the break up and it hurt. You didn't want that to be your new normal. You were just glad you didn't turn into a sobbing mess in front of him.

You stared at him after he spoke for what felt like forever and Touya felt like he was on fire with embarrassment. Maybe this was pointless and he made a fool out of himself. He was about to say 'forget it' and turn away when he heard you clear your throat. "Sure.", was all you said as you stepped to the side and opened the door wide enough for him to enter. He couldn't be positive but he swore he saw the corner of your lips curl into a small but genuine smile as he passed you.

You locked the front door behind him and gestured for him to take a seat in the living room. "Can I get you somethin' to drink?" Sure he could use some liquid courage but picked the option less tricky, a water. If he wanted to really talk he'd probably need it, after all. You disappeared to the kitchen and a minute later came back with two bottles of water. One for each of you. He said thanks as you handed his over. Touya had picked the end of the loveseat to plant himself and to his surprise, and elation, you sat in the spot next to him. Both of you sipped your water, not knowing how to start. 

"So, how ya been?" Touya internally face palmed. That's the best he got? To his surprise again you let out a giggle.

Was he really asking that? You couldn't possibly give him your honest answer.

"Uh, good." = 'Crappy'.

"Been keepin' busy." = 'Depressed and missing you.'

"Workin' alot." = 'Nothing else better to do but dwell on my crappy life.'

"How 'bout you?" = 'As much as I want you happy I kinda hope you're doing the same.'

"Anythin' new?" = 'Please don't say you have a new girlfriend.'

Touya just shrugged his shoulders. "I been workin' alot, too." He sat hunched over with his elbows on his knees, and seemed to be staring intently at the water bottle in his hands. He found it slightly easier when he wasn't looking at your beautiful face. He knew he had to, though. "Been hard." Finally his head turned so that his ocean eyes could look over to you. It was now or never. Time to rip off the damn bandaid. "Can't stop thinkin' 'bout ya."

Your eyes softened at his revelation. Your lips parted slightly for a moment before you ran your tongue over them to cease their sudden dryness. "Touya.." Your voice was low, almost a whisper when you said it. He heard it though. He missed it so much. "Look, I know I was a total dick. I don't deserve you t' hear me out but just listen. Please." He wasn't just pleading at you with his words but with the desperate look in his eyes. You nodded your head, telling him to continue. He looked relieved, yet still apprehensive. 

Touya inhaled a deep breath through his nose after he rotated his body to face you more. "I-I've had the hardest time since we broke up. You're always on my mind. Honestly, I can hardly function anymore." He was barely pausing in between some of his sentences as he poured his heart out to you. "I was wrong. I can't live without ya. I should've known that and I took it for granted. Took you for granted."

You knew he was telling the truth. Keigo had already told you that Touya had become a shell of his former self. Now you were seeing it firsthand. His beautiful aqua eyes were glistening with tears that were threatening to fall. You could just make out the slight tremble in his hands. He was being vulnerable with you and baring his soul. "I just…'m so sorry. I get it, if ya want nothin' to do with me. Don' blame ya." He looked so dejected when he said that and you wanted to hug him and tell him that was really the furthest from the truth. However you let him continue. 

"I understand if we can't be together, if you ain' ready or still seein' that guy, but I wan' us to be friends again, at least." He looked to you, eyes silently questioning you what you thought. Still obvious fear in them over what that was. "You're my best friend regardless. Always have been. I just..just need you in my life. Some way. Any way." You knew he had said everything that came to mind when he continued looking to you but didn't go on. Everything he said meant alot to you. One thing he said though stuck out to you.

"Wait…the guy I'm seein'?", you questioned. His eyes widened before he dipped his head down in defeat and sighed. "Saw you two havin' lunch together." He shook his head as to shake away the image. "If he makes you happy, then that's good. I wan' you to be happy." You sat there blinking at him a few times before erupting in laughter. Touya's head sprang up and he furrowed his brows at you. What the hell was happening?

You shook your head at him and swatted his arm. He looked at the spot where your hand made contact with his skin before looking back to you. "Oh Touya..", you finally began to explain. "I only went out with him cause Rumi basically forced me to 'get back out there'. She set me up with him." Touya could literally feel the relief, and slight hope, bloom in his chest. "So…y-you're not datin' him." You shook your head at him as you now only giggled a bit. "God, no. Mirko doesn't exactly share my taste in men."

Touya froze as he felt your soft hand cup his cheek, but instantly melted into your touch. Placing his hand over yours he held it gently as he turned to give your palm a tender kiss. "He was the exact opposite of my type, and well…" You bit your lip apprehensively before taking a breath and continuing. "..h-he just wasn't…you. Period." You gave him a soft smile and watched as the excitement grew on his face. His own smile widened at your words and he leaned forward, slowly enough for you to tell him to get lost. When he realized you weren't going to he smashed his lips into yours for a heated, needy kiss. You mewled into him and neither of you wasted time in bringing your tongues forward to move together in a familiar rhythm that wasn't lost to either of you. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands found purchase on your hips before running up under your shirt and smoothing over the skin of your back. When he pulled away to tug your shirt up he couldn't help the smug smile that spread at the realization that it was one of his shirts. You noticed his attention on it. "I couldn't bring myself to get rid of your stuff." You flashed a shy smile at him. "Plus you left perfectly good clothes for me to lounge in." He let out a chuckle as he lifted his shirt over your head and threw it aside, "By all means."

His breath hitched at the sight of your bare chest. Touya brought his hands up to cup your breasts, running his thumbs gently over your now pebbled nipples. Your head went back with a gasp as soon as you felt his mouth latch onto one. His calloused hands still groping at them while the fingers of his free hand tweaked the other sensitive bud. You missed this. You missed this so very much. The heat of his touch was something solely unique to Touya. Something only he could provide.

Your head shot back up as you let out a moan once you felt his nimble fingers brush over your sex as he rubbed along the fabric of your panties. "What d'we have here.", he commented playfully, "You feel so wet already." He kissed your lips and pulled the cloth under you to the side. "We're just getting started, Babygirl." Hearing the nickname roll off his tongue was enough to get you wetter, but your head dropped to rest your forehead on his shoulder when you felt one if his long digits inch it's way inside you.

A unholy moan escaped your throat as he easily pumped his finger in and out. He was working you up slowly and before long you were bucking your hips to meet his hand. That was when he slid a second inside with the first and you continued mewling at his ministrations. You felt that familiar coil begin to spool inside you. Pulling tighter and tighter as he picked up his speed. It had been too long since you had been intimate. Touya had been your last, but you weren't about to relay that information to him just yet.

"T-Touya..I'm gonna-" He cut you off as he spoke up interrupting you. "You gonna cum on my fingers, Doll?" Any words you could think of swiftly left your brain as it became harder to think the closer you came to your orgasm. So you resorted to simply nodding your head. "Good." With a turn of his wrists he curled his fingers up into that particular spot that had you screwing your eyes shut and seeing stars behind your eyelids. "Oh my God!", was your only verbal warning that you were just about to cum as your insides tightened around his fingers.

As he worked you through your intense orgasm he reached up and held your chin with his other hand as he gently forced your gaze up to him. "Good girl." His smile grew when he felt you clench around him at the sound of his praise. You swallowed thickly as you came out of your erotic haze. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips and you let out a whimper when you suddenly felt empty. That's when you recognized a certain clicking sound. Focusing your eyes down you realized he was undoing his belt and before he could get to his pants you situated yourself on the floor in between his legs.

"Let me." Your voice was quieter but he still heard you. He gave a single nod and lifted his hips off the couch to help you get his pants and underwear down his thighs. You pulled them off his legs, tossing them to the side. His length had sprung from his pants and now rested on his lowest abs. Gently taking it in your hand you kissed the bead of precum that had begun to ooze from within before giving the tip a kitten lick. Touya let out a loud groan when you then took him in your mouth. When you weren't taking him into your throat from tip to base, your wrist would give a soft twist as it stroked what length wasn't inside your mouth. He gripped the hair at the crown of your head but made sure not to pull. You knew what you were doing, what he liked. He never had to push you down onto him.

Before long he gave off the telltale signs of cumming soon. His legs got shaky as his hips gave slight stuttering movements as they jerked forward. He took in a breath through his teeth and you felt his seed in your mouth before you heard him announcement. "C-cumming. 'M cummin'. Fuck!" As you sat back on your haunches you gave him a sultry look as you swallowed. He was panting heavy as he kept his lidded eyes on you. As you rose to your feet his pulled you down into his lap and held you close.

"Doll, I would've gotten back together right away at any point if I wasn't so hard headed." You laughed at his response. "Good. Just so you're aware of your condition." Touya gave you an unamused look but you saw the glint of something else in his eyes. "Oh..ha...ha.", he deadpanned before he immediately began tickling you all over. "Stop! Touya!" You're flailing did little to stop him. Though your loud squealing and giggling made him flinch a bit. "Alright. I guess you learned your lesson.", he commented as he surrendered his actions. He couldn't ask for life to get any better now that you were in his arms again. Were his again. Your smile showed that you felt similar sentiments now that your Hero was by your side once more.

#bnha #mha #mha fanfiction #mha smut #todoroki touya #pro hero au #pro hero touya

[aurorablue22]

Scarface - Young!Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary: Somebody decides to mess with Moony. 

(A/N): This can be interpreted as a platonic or romantic relationship between Remus and the reader, it hasn’t been specified! Also, as far as I know, I have created the names and characters of Michael Bershire and his crowd. 

Warnings: violence, blood, mention of scars, heavy swearing. If you are sensitive to these things, please do not continue below the “keep reading” line. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was a typical Sunday night for Remus Lupin. As per usual, he had picked up prefect duties for this evening, and wandered throughout the corridors of the castle. 

Midnight was fast approaching, and Remus paused for a moment. Due to him being a werewolf, his senses were amplified, meaning that one of his abilities was superb hearing. 

Lupin cocked his head towards the dungeon staircase, where he heard a bit of commotion. He didn’t even have a moment to approach the noise before the cause was revealed. 

Michael Bershire and his Slytherin gang. 

Remus forced himself not to roll his eyes. Of course, they just had to be out while he was on prefect rounds. 

It seemed that the five lads didn’t notice Remus until he cleared his throat. They quickly snapped their heads in his direction.

“Lupin, ol’ chap! What’re you doing out so late? Haven’t you got a book to read?” Michael Bershire held his head up high, an annoyingly perfect grin plastered on his face. His gelled auburn hair reflected so strongly the candlelight in the halls. 

Remus had to refrain from rolling his eyes as Bershire took a few steps forward. “Gentlemen, it’s approaching midnight. I’ll have to ask you to return to your dormitories.”

“Oh and that we will do! It’s just, we’re a bit preoccupied at the moment. Isn’t that right, lads?” Bershire looked back at his companions, who nodded fervently. 

Remus was taller than Bershire, but because of his horrible posture, they seemed to be on the same level. He bit back a grimace when Bershire’s painfully minty breath stung his eyes. 

“Now if you’ll excuse us, we have business to attend to.” Bershire dramatically turned, his house robes swishing behind him. 

“Well then,” Remus says, “I’m afraid I’ll have to report you to your head of house, and I don’t believe you’d want that to happen. So if you don’t mind-”

And just as dramatically, the Slytherin boy whipped around again. 

“What was that, Scarface?” 

Before Remus could even form words, Bershire was stalking towards him. 

“How dare you speak to me in such an authoritative tone? After all, you’re... well you’ve got mud in your veins!” 

“And blood on his face.” one of the boys behind him added. Remus recognized him to be Adam Percival, the greasiest boy he knew. 

“You’re right Perce, he does have blood on his face. What, was ol’ Minnie upset you didn’t grade her papers for her? Or was it-”

“Shut it, Bershire.” Remus tried his best to compose himself, but couldn’t seem to look away from his shuffling feet. The full moon was only a few days ago, and he’d been left with a couple scrapes around his jaw and cheeks. 

Michael Bershire was baffled. That is, until he came up with another one of his clever ideas. 

“Boys, I’d say we teach Lupin a little lesson. After all, he should know - given his crowd - that snitches are frowned upon.” The 5 Slytherins slowly stalked towards Remus. “And you know what they say-”

“Snitches get stitches.” 

It was then that Remus was swiftly grabbed by two of the boys, and his arms were held behind him as Bershire swung at his stomach. Once they’d decided he’d had enough, Remus’ arms were dropped and his knees buckled under their forceful kicks. 

They pushed him onto the ground where they continued to harm him; kicking and hitting with all their might. It seemed like ages before they let up. 

Slowly, they backed away, but not before Michael could kneel before Remus’ shaking form. 

“Remember what I said, Lupin.”

And with that, he stood up and hurried away, while Remus was left alone in the dark corridor. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sirius’ head perked up as Remus entered the common room portrait hole. 

“Moony you’re back! Merlin we thought you got lost-”

“Where ya been, mate?” James cut him off. “We had to play three extra rounds of exploding snap waitin’ for you!”

Peter sat up from his position in front of the fireplace. “Alright Moony? You seem kinda quiet-”

“Good Godric Remus, you look awful!” Sirius shouted when Lupin faced them. 

“Yeah, and I feel just as great.” he said, taking a seat on the worn out couch. 

James came to sit on the armrest beside him. “What happened Moons?”

After Remus came to explain the series of events, the rest of the Marauders were fuming. 

“Oh I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him!” Sirius shouted as he kicked over a coffee table.

“Sirius please, not now!” Remus groaned, covering his ears. “All I want right now, is to go to my room, and get a good night’s rest. Alright? I’ll deal with this bullshit in the morning.” 

“Here, we’ll help you up.” James offered his arm, to which Remus took politely. Just as they were lifting the lycanthrope off the couch, they heard giggles coming from the staircase leading to the girls dormitories. 

“Who’s there?” Peter whisper shouted, receiving a “You bloody idiot!” and a slap from Sirius. 

“It’s just us!” Marlene whisper shouted back, as she, followed by you and Lily, entered the common room. 

“What the hell are you doing up?”

“Nice to see you too, Black.” Marlene raised an eyebrow. 

“If you really wanted to know, we were hungry, and figured the house elves might have some snacks for us. What’s your excuse?” Lily said, crossing her arms over her pajama top. 

“Remus just got back from prefect duties, figured we would-”

“Sweet Merlin Remus, what happened to you?” you suddenly exclaimed, making Peter jump. 

You rushed over to him, taking hold of his face, forcing him to look at you. 

“It’s nothing (Y/N), really. My transformation was a little rough, that’s all-”

“Remus, your transformation was three days ago. What the bloody hell is all this?!”

“Bershire beat him up.” James confessed. 

Remus turned to face Potter, shooting imaginary daggers at him. 

“She was bound to find out anyway! Besides, look what he’s bloody done!”

“Michael Bershire did this to you? That bastard-” 

Remus gently removed your hands from his face. “Listen, I appreciate your concern, but I really don’t want to deal with this right now. Can somebody please just help me to my room?” 

The boys swooped in and half carried Remus to their dormitories, while you and your girls quietly said goodnight. 

“Can you fucking believe that?!”

“Marlene, hush.”

“That fucking twat. Oh, I can’t wait to see what the boys have in store for him. I bet-”

“Marlene, please! Remus said he didn’t want to deal with this right now, so we’re dropping the subject. I say we go back to our rooms and get some rest.”

“But I’m hungry!”

“Swallow your spit. Now c’mon.” Lily ushered Marlene back up the stairs, before turning back and taking your hand. 

“You alright, (Y/N/N)?” she gave you a knowing look. 

“I’m with Marlene. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for him.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lily was the earliest riser in your dorm. That being said, she took it upon herself to wake the rest of you up in the morning. You’d had a half decent sleep, and as you rubbed your eyes awake, you heard the playful banter of Marlene and Alice.

“Marls, get a move on!! You know what we said about those Hollywood showers!”

“It’s Americano, Ally!”

“I don’t give a damn what it is! Get out!”

You and Lily were ready before the rest of the girls, so you walked arm in arm down to the Great Hall. It wasn’t until the Marauders sat at your table you recalled everything that happened last night. 

“Alright (Y/N/N)? That vein in your forehead looks like its’ bout to burst.” Sirius said while grabbing a stack of pancakes. 

“Do you have an bloody clue what you’re going to do about this?! Remus, you can’t let Bershire off this easy.” you turned your head towards your favorite (and slightly bruised) lycanthrope. 

“I swear, I’m fine. And besides, the boys will work up something eventually.”

“Yea, eventually.” James exclaimed through forkfuls of food. “Moony made us promise to not even look at Bershire for a week!”

“A week?!”

James nodded enthusiastically, cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk. 

“Since when do you defend bullies, Remus?!” you practically yelled, clenching the cutlery you were holding. 

“It’s not that (Y/N), it’s just-”

“It’s because he’s afraid of him.” Peter blurted out, making everyone’s heads turn. His hands shot over his mouth in realization. 

“Why is it the only time you open your mouth it’s to say something stupid?” Sirius said, hanging onto a glare. 

“You’re afraid of Michael Bershire?! Remus that’s not healthy! That’s- that’s horrible! Sweet Merlin Rem, I’ll show him what to be afraid of-” Remus cut you off.

“I’ve told you already, please don’t make me repeat myself again.” Remus placed his hand over yours. “The boys will handle this eventually. If you really love me, stay out of it.”

You settled down then, but still scanned the Hall for any signs of Remus’ attacker. The rest of breakfast carried on as usual, the rest of your friends joining you for the meal. 

Sirius walked you and Mary to class, giving you each a courteous bow. 

“Shall I pick you up after your lesson, my fair ladies?” he said in a deep bow, with a rigid posh accent. “The gentlemen and I were planning on.. err.. skipping our courses.” 

You giggled at Sirius’ poor attempt of finding a replacement word for “skip”.

“Yeah, why not. See ya then, Black!” Mary turned towards the door.

“I bid you farewell my lovelies!” he then proceeded to bound down the hallway to Astronomy, which was on the complete opposite side of the castle. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Your class, Defense Against the Dark Arts, passed fairly quickly. And just as he had promised, Sirius came to pick you up, now with James and Marlene in tow. 

Marlene beamed at the sight of you and Mary. 

“Thank Godric you’re here! I was getting tired of these two.”

James gave her a light shove. “We’ll be meeting Moony and Wormtail towards the east end.”

“Couldn’t convince Lily to come along?”

James looked like he was about to protest, but sighed in defeat. You and your friends continued down the corridor, eventually meeting Remus and Peter after their rigorous Astronomy note-taking. You soon found yourself squished between James and Remus, marching down the main hallway.

“Hey, I thought we were sticking to the east end?”

“Silly (Y/N), we were meeting in the east end.” Sirius explained, as if he were speaking to a child. “Now, we’re on our way to the west end.”

“Ah right, and it makes perfect sense to take the busiest corridor in the school.” Mary quipped, and Marlene giggled.

The walk was pleasant, and filled with greetings from fellow classmates. Every now and then, James and Sirius would snicker about something, or mutter jokes to the group. It was then, that you saw him.

Michael Bershire, proud and tall, lead his pack of nuisances opposite you down the bright hallway. Most students ducked out of the way to avoid him, and a few first years were visibly shaking at the sight of him.  

Your vision went red as you locked eyes on your target. It was time.

“James,” you slipped your bag off and passed it to your left, “mind holding this f’me?”

“Uh, yeah su- (Y/N)!!”

In the blink of an eye, you had left your friends’ sides and found yourself hurtling towards Bershire. Although you were smaller than him, the sheer impact of your collision with him knocked the two of you off your feet. You landed on top on him. 

He knocked his head off the stone floor, and for a moment you thought he’d lost consciousness. But the bewildered look in his eyes told you otherwise. It was now or never. 

“YOU BLOODY BASTARD!” you screamed, letting hell rain down on Michael Bershire. You swung left and right, pummeling his once perfectly sculpted face. You could feel the bruises forming on your knuckles already. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH REMUS LUPIN?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU BLITHERING FUCK!”

Somehow, Bershire had managed to wrap his legs around your waist, pulling you towards him and flipping your bodies so that you were beneath him. He pinned your wrists beside your head, and you felt the concrete sting your hands. 

‘No, how dare you, you muddy little bitch?!”

And that’s what set you off. You produced a sound that could only be described as a battle cry, and flung your forehead up and into his. Distracted by the headbutt, Bershire’s tense core loosened the slightest bit. It was enough for you crunch up and bring your knees into his groin, causing him to cry out in pain. 

Using his own momentum against him, you successfully flipped around again, resuming your position above his quivering form. Your hands found themselves around his throat, and without realizing it, you were bashing his head in the ground. 

thunk, thunk, thunk.

It was only Professor McGonagall’s shrill cry of fear that brought you back to reality. 

“MISS (L/N), GET OFF OF THAT BOY!”

You felt strong hands wrap around your arms and shoulders, whipping around to see that it was the four Marauders pulling you away from Bershire. The Slytherin gang was dragging said boy’s writhing and groaning form onto a cot from the hospital wing. 

You only stopped your kicking and resistance when McGonagall approached you, pointing her finger in your face, looking more angry than you’d ever seen her. 

“My office. Now.” she spoke, in such a tone that visible shivers went down your spine. The boys had yet to let go of your arms, and half carried you down the hallway of gawking and goggling students. 

Once arriving to her office, McGonagall stood in the doorway. She looked expectant and impatient all wrapped into one. You were finally let go of, and slowly turned to the four boys behind you. 

James and Peter still looked a bit shocked, and you found little comfort in the proud look Sirius was trying to hide. But Remus’ face is what hurt you the most.

“Rem, I-” you croaked. He wouldn’t even look at you. “I’m so sorry, I don’t-”

McGonagall cleared her throat bitterly behind you, cutting you off. You whispered another, barely audible “I’m sorry”, before following the Professor into her office. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hello my lovelies!! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. Let me know if I should follow up with this fic! 

Also, a reminder that requests are open!! <3

~Aurora

#Remus Lupin #Young!Remus Lupin #Young!Marauders #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fluff #young remus x reader #young remus x y/n #young remus imagine #marauders x reader #marauders era