#even then he'd be kinda reluctant to take the day off

[whatareudoinginmyhouse]

Peepers: *Coughs*

Peepers: *Sighs and starts taking a shit ton of antibiotics*

#commander peepers #anyways so peepers hc time #Peepers values his physical health way over his metal health #he would probably also take a bunch of immune boosting vitamins #he'd also probably eat certain foods just for the health benefits #also he'd rarely get sick #and even if he did get sick he'd probs try to work through it unless it's life threatening #even then he'd be kinda reluctant to take the day off #anyways peepers has outstanding physical health! #his mental health well... #that's a different story #he's got a few things to sort out... #woy #wander over yonder

[l13]

I just saw someone ask if you write for MHA. And girlie. Holy fuck. All Might, like the man is built as fuck but also kind of a loser. If you get my drift? Like yeah he’s this awesome hero, but the man is old, alone and kinda a dork.

I wanna be the young thing that saunters into his life and rides him until he’s begging me to stop. Wanna take lunch to him at work, all cute and lovey and wifey, then lean in to let him know I’m not wearing panties but I do have a vibrator. That man would explode, in more ways than one, and be a constant blushing awkward mess.

Thoughts?

this is exactly how i picture all might as well! we can share him and then he could have 2 controversial young gfs<33

so sorry that this doesn't contain any actual smut tho:(

CW: NSFW 18+, MDNI!!!, f!reader, age gap, lazy ass writing, not proofread

He's a dilf but he's the touch-starved kind, the 'i haven't fucked someone in a long time' type, the one that you'll make a pussy enthusiast in just a couple of weeks, type<3

'cause at first he'd be reluctant y'know. Not only were you younger, but you were soooo out of his league (or so he thought). The prettiest thing he'd ever seen, really. And when you bluntly told him that you're interested in getting to know him better, he'd frowned a bit. He wanted to outright laugh at your words, but he didn't want to seem rude.

Poor man thought you were making fun of him so he tried to let you down gently, saying smth like “If it weren't for the age gap..” “You'll find someone younger, someone better, I'm sure.” and you'd faltered, apologizing for bothering him and scurrying off, embarrassed that you'd misjudged the situation

but then you kept running into him at your favorite coffee shop, politely engaging in small talk every time, and one day you didn't fail to notice how his gaze on you, lingered. How his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips, down to your cleavage, and back up again. It was so quick that you thought your mind was playing tricks on you but then he cleared his throat hurriedly, his adam's apple bobbing with the movement, and you knew.

“Say.. y'wanna sit with me for a bit?" second time's the charm right?

You watched as his eyes widened slightly, “Well, I was- I'm actually busy right now-”

“Just twenty minutes, I promise,”

And Yagi quickly realized that he couldn't say no to you. So he gave a small nod, his eyes crinkling as he smiled softly, “Twenty minutes,”

He never in his life thought he was going to be put in this situation, and looking back at it, he'd never be able to prevent it anyway. Because just after 10 minutes of you sitting and laughing at his stupid jokes, he'd felt a nudge just under his knee, and he'd pulled his leg back instinctively, not being able to drag his gaze from the way your eyebrows furrowed prettily, “What's wrong?”

He shook his head, chuckling at his pathetic behavior “It's-” but then as he glanced under the table he saw your bare foot, save for the white stockings you wore, inching closer to his shin, and he snapped his eyes to yours, a shiver running down his back when he saw the look in your eyes- the mock concern masking the devilish glint quite well. “..nothing. Nothing's wrong I-” he trailed off as he felt your foot trailing up higher and Jesus Christ- when did you even take off your shoes?

Yagi let out another strained chuckle, looking around the small cafe, when he felt your foot on his plush thigh, making him jump. His hand shot down to grasp your foot reflexively, his jaw clenching as he locked eyes with you again. “What do you think you're doing?” he'd leaned a bit over the table to whisper to you, and you did the same, your head lazily resting on the palm of your hand as you pouted, “Let go of me, Yagi.”

He did as he was told immediately, and a part of him felt guilty, even when he'd done nothing wrong. “I'm sorry- but I just-”

Of course you shouldn't have let her go, you idiot. Did you think she was just gonna stop? He chides himself in his head because he can't do anything else. Because the foot that's pressing against his hard cock is clouding his judgement and he can't think of something to do.

A grunt escapes him when you rub him slightly over his dress pants, his hand coming up to cover his mouth, eyes still locked on yours. “You planned this didn't you?” you smile at that, your pretty lips closing around the straw of your drink as you take a sip, your foot pressing against his bulge harder.

Your gaze was trained on his hand, the one that was clutching the table with all its might (haha, get it), and you followed along the veins of his hand, up his forearms, to the point where they got lost under his shirt, the sleeves rolled up at his elbows. You licked your lips as you ran your eyes over his arms next, eyes hooded at the way the material of his shirt hugged his taut muscles. Finally, you looked up at him, enjoying the droplet of sweat falling down his temple, “I don't know what you mean,”

And Yagi knew he was fucked.

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Months later, you saunter over to Yagi’s office, pretty summer dress swirling as you walk, Yagi's lunch packed with a cute little bow on top, in hand. You knock on his door, not waiting for him to answer before you’re pulling the door open, walking in and pushing it closed behind you. Yagi’s eyes snap to your figure, one eyebrow raised, his gaze immediately softening once he realizes who you are, “Princess? What are you doing here?” 

You grin at him giddily, walking closer to his desk as he takes off his glasses running a hand down his face before he’s looking up at you with tired eyes- the corner of his lips quirking up despite his exhaustion.

“Brought you lunch-” his heart swells in his chest, pushing his chair back as he stands and walks around the table to stand in front of you, bending down to give your lips the softest kiss, his hand caressing your cheek. “You didn’t have to, pretty.”

“I wanted to. Besides, I missed you so much Toshi,” he coos down at your words and plants another kiss on your forehead, “I know sweetie, ‘m gonna be home in a few hours, yeah? Then I’ll be all yours,”

“But I need you, now.” you pout, hands coming up to rest on his pecs, fingers sliding under the collar of his shirt to play with his blond chest hairs, and you bite back a smile at the tiniest shiver he gives. “Sweetheart..” before he can say anything else you’re clutching his hand and pulling him with you, pushing him back to sit on his office chair again, and he’s looking up at you, bewildered.

Then you’re trailing a hand from your thigh up to your belly, only you’re slowly lifting your dress as you go. His jaw goes slack once his eyes are met with your bare, glistening pussy, his neck turning red. You whimper, circling your hips around nothing, dropping your other hand to rub two fingers aaall over your folds, gathering up your slick on your fingers. “See? Told you I need you,”

And Yagi can't complain when you push your wet fingers in his mouth, his moan getting muffled as he stares at you with half lidded eyes, his already hard cock twitching at the sight of you, all pretty and ready for him<3

2023 © l13 | Do not steal, copy, edit, translate or re-post any of my works.

#•ूᡣ𐭩 — anime #•ूᡣ𐭩 — bnha #•ूᡣ𐭩 — yagi #anon.<3 #all might x reader #yagi toshinori x reader #toshinori yagi x reader

[goosita]

no no billy taking you out on his horse and showing you the reigns but it’s a bit hard to concentrate with him and his wandering hands pushed up behind you

oh my god you don't understand this is peak romantic fantasy for me on GOD

riding around out in the fields with billy because he has a day to himself, and he wants to spend it with you.

and we all know billy loves his horse, and he's so good at riding the animal and taming it. he asks if you wanna go out with him for a ride and you're reluctant at first. of course, this is the wild west. lots of people know how to ride horses, it's a huge mode of transportation. but...you had never spent that much time around them. you lived in town and didn't tend to stray from there, and your interactions with the animals were mostly limited to carriage rides where someone else was in control.

"c'mon angel, it'll be fun. promise," he says, giving you those imploring blue eyes all round and wide. you agreed, knowing that billy would never let anything happen to you. not that you were scared. just a little uneasy, is all.

but then the afternoon comes and he's got you sat comfortably right in front of him in the saddle. his chest is warm and solid against your back, your bum is settled nicely in the cradle of his hips and his thighs, keeping you right there against him. your hands rest on the saddle horn while his arms are resting around your waist, holding the reins.

lady, his horse, wanders around where he guides her. she's a pretty horse, white with speckles and she's very calm. you can tell that her and billy have a quiet kind of trust between them.

"see?" he grins, leaning his head down to peck your cheek. "not so bad, is it?"

and it's not. it's not bad at all, really. you can tell your thighs might be a little sore later from the unconscious way you're clenching them to feel balanced, but this is actually kinda nice. the sun is perched in the middle of the sky, warming the fields and your skin. bugs and wildlife are buzzing around you as you ride, and billy seems so relaxed and content behind you.

"you wanna take the reins for a bit?" he asks, patting your thigh and giving it an affectionate squeeze. he likes to do that, give you these little pets and caresses sometimes. just because he can.

"oh...um....i don't really know-"

"nonsense, it's easy. here." he cuts you off gently, placing the leather reins in your hands. he explains to you what actions the horse will take as cues, and you don't dare do anything but encourage the animal to keep on moseying forward like she had been. billy chuckles softly at your hesitance, but he doesn't make fun. he lets you do what you're comfortable with.

you try to focus on directing lady where you want her to go, but it starts to get harder when billy's hands slide up and down your outer thighs slowly. you know he's probably not trying to distract you or rile you up, but you can't help the way your body and mind react to his touch.

billy rests his chin on your shoulder and hums, some silly little folk tune he must have stuck in his head. you can feel the vibrations of his voice against your back and it makes your tummy flutter with butterflies. no matter how long you and billy have been together, even little things like this make your heart stutter like a lovesick teen with a crush.

"you're doin' great, honey," he murmurs, and you can feel his smile against your cheek where he still rests over your shoulder. it makes you feel better, the praise. you like it when he praises you, even for little things like this.

his hands begin to wander, though, and you're not sure you can stay focused on controlling lady. billy brings his hands up to your hips, his fingers dipping into the waistband of the pants he'd loaned you to ride in. it's not inherently sexual, the way he's touching you. a little intimate to be touched out in the open like this, a little against decorum, but you're alone out here anyway. he strokes your skin softly, adoringly, like he just wants to feel you under his fingertips. as much as you like it, it's too distracting.

"here," you blurt, handing him the reins back. "can't think straight with you around." it comes out more playful than scolding, though, and billy chuckles.

"alright. whatever you want, angel," he tells you, pressing another kiss to your cheek before taking over again.

let's talk about billy, baby!

#billy the kid #billy the kid x reader #tom blyth x reader #billy the kid x you #tom blyth #billy the kid fluff #william h bonney #tom blyth billy the kid

[blueberry-pride]

Referring to this~

OMG! I read the Q&A but IS IT TRUE? Im so excited 😳👉👈 Ummmm may i req then? Not for the event, but just a general req 😌 A scenario/hcs of Leona with fem!s/o where s/o needs comfort & gets spoiled cz she's having burnout due to all of the incidents on NRC~ I hope this is not too much, if u want to change the plot it's ok, thank u & have a nice day 😳✨

I See Right Through You...

Leona x FEM! S/O

warnings: leaning on to very angsty, cursing, personal issues

Berry: I'M FINALLY BACK AA-💀 just wrapped up some things and you should have some of the requests from the events roll around within the month or so 😣 I changed a bit of it but the overall theme is the same just something that hits a little too close to home ;=; Special Thanks to my lovely friends Len and Luna who helped me out with this one ❤️❤️

"This isn't me wanting some semblance of pity, You can keep it for all I care- I'm so goddamn tired but did I ever ask to be in Twisted Wonderland? Oh don't get me started..." "Did I ask to be Crowley's clean up crew? Did I ask to be in the middle of every. fucking. issue?"

"Sometimes I'd like to be the damsel-but sevens forbid the woman wanting to be saved from all the stupid stress of this world."

"Well I'm so sorry for complaining over a job I didn't ask for but hey- we're in a magical school full fun and dreams, cuz that's sure to make up for ALL the unnecessary emotional and physical labor!" Your voice cracked as you forced a cheery smile.

Leona wasn't expecting you to snap at him when he wanted to mess with you for just a little bit. He had observed you from afar for quite some time now. And most importantly, he wasn't a stranger to people putting up a face for other's sake.

His emerald gaze would glint over your figure as he studies the creases in your eyes from all the work you've been doing. He'd always wondered how much you could take, often times giving you snarky or witty advices in hopes to get you out of your doormat cycle.

He admitted what the Head-mage was doing is a bit too far. He was kinda impressed on how you pushed on with that fiery and stubborn heart of yours.

A sadistic part of him wanted to see when you'll break

He wanted to see you bite back

He anticipated it even more when multiple students come to you for help increased by the day;

You nodded along as Ace and Deuce were once again asking help in doing their chores back at Heartslabyul, you laughed it off as one of their usual antics.

You happily agreed when Kalim invited you to one of his many celebrations despite just finished with your cleanup at Ramshackle, your smile didn't reach you. Those glassy eyes of yours, shifting downwards to hide the reluctance.

It was an asshole move of him in all honesty.

Not lending out a helping a hand but he knew you were capable. For fuck's sake you got him AND his dorm to help you out during Azul's little "tantrum".

He wanted you to overcome this on your own. However, he had an oversight on how much you can take on the world alongside his bullshit attempt of support.

Leona had happened to pass by a class with the door wide open, his lions ears perked at the ongoing conversation.

"Phyn, you're in our group." One student spoke up. "Oh hell yeah, thanks dude!" Another cheered, followed by the sound of a high-five.

"-And I guess that's everyone.. Oh (Y/N)..hmm I guess you and Grim would be a duo, every other's group is already filled up." "Uh.." You chuckled with a loppy smile. "No worries, at least I get to stay in my dorm this time." The class chuckled at your comment and nodded along. As the groups filed out chatting amongst each other, he took lighter steps walking closely behind you.

It wasn't until you reached the entrance of Ramshackle is when you finally noticed him. Which led to the situation right now. "Why the long face herbivore, where's the can-do attitude I know and adore~?"

Your hands balled into fists, shaking as tears were running down your eyes.

"This isn't me wanting some semblance of pity, You can keep it for all I care- I'm so goddamn tired but did I ever ask to be in Twisted Wonderland? Oh don't get me started..." "Did I ask to be Crowley's clean up crew? Did I ask to be in the middle of every. fucking. issue?"

'Shit...' He said mentally.

"Let's...do this inside. We don't want anyone gawking at ya like this." He laid a hand behind your back inside and joined you not before he scanned the area for any curious on-lookers.

He leaned against the side of the wall of the living room, listening to your continued rant. Throwing hands and even had the strength to throw away the innocent coffee table in the middle, Its legs breaking into splinters as soon as it hit impact onto the cold hard floor. "-WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME WHO HAS TO FIX THINGS?" You exclaimed towards the pillow you threw towards the ground.

"Helping fix things is nice and all.." You sniffled. "But is it really so wrong to want that shit in return?"

He knew it was bad but he wanted to see how far you're flames would burn him. He wanted it to hurt-what you've been going through, he knows he can take it.

"You're ranting to the wrong person, go off on Crowley, yell at your classmates for ignoring ya. Tell that red-head and blue-haired friend of yours to fuck off and do their own stupid chores." "Be fucking selfish for once herbivore, Treat yourself to a nice nap-"

"-Oh what? like you? I'm not you Leona." You retorted back. "For fuck sakes you were born here-you were supposed to exist in this plane of existence while I got chucked out of mine." "You say I exist here but I'm one of the least wanted given my 'cheery' attitude. At the very least I know when to stand my guard." You huffed as you sat on the couch, tears still spilling from your eyes. "Is this your way of helping me? because I could clearly feel the love right now..." Leona let out a dry chuckle as he walked over to you. His imposing figure casts a shadow over you but as you gaze at his eyes, there was a lingering feeling of warmth. "Dont be like me." He shook his head. "Sevens, I hope you don't end up like me, but what I'm trying to say is..." His voiced trailed as he looked at your shaking form.

A memory sliced through him for a second. For a brief moment he saw his little self all those years ago in the visage of you. "In a campus full of these jackasses in NRC-including myself sometimes, I... I see right through you." He awkwardly patted your back. "I know it sucks but don't do that shit to yourself where you thought 'hey, I know who to look for if I'm in a room full of folks I adore, but who would look for me?'" Leona had a distant look as he stared at the broken table in the middle of the dorm. "Look for yourself first, look for that little corner of your room to be selfish with what you want to do. Worry about the details later." You cleared your throat as you steal a soft glance at him "You may not be the best and most unlikely to look for advice." The air seemed to change as the both of you share a soft laugh. "But you get right to the point...even though you could've done something much earlier." "What's the fun in that?" He raised an eyebrow. "Besides, You don't need a king's help in chess, a queen...has all the moves she needs."

Leona was surprised to hear your melodic laughter, belting out through your still falling tears at his small comment. "Oh my God Leona you did not just-" You wiped a tear as you smiled at him. He felt a flutter in his chest from the way you're looking at him now. "Well you did just say, I'm not the best." He smirked.

The tense feeling in his shoulder now dissipated as he settled himself on the couch strangely close to you, a tiny voice inside him wondered why. Seeing you smile even though you just murdered the poor coffee table not too long ago is a sign to him he did his job.

It's certainly weird but it's you. People may not look for you or choose you in a room full other characters from their lives, but you can trust that there's always a lion beastman just out in hallway, willing to stand with you through it all.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twstファンアート #twst edit #twst wonderland #twst savanaclaw #savanaclaw x reader #savanaclaw #twst leona #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #twst headcanons

[son1c]

Hi, I love your blog!! Your art and ideas are so cool!

I know it took Starline hundreds upon hundreds of tries to worm his way into Sonic's mind, but I was wondering how much time did it actually take Starline to make Sonic stop actually fighting him and believe in the fake memories. Weeks? Months? (kinda curious what was Sonic's thought process during the whole thing, but that feels like another can of worms lol)

Also I had an idea how Starline could make Sonic reluctant to leave Snowpoint even more - what if he made Sonic's "friends" have very emotional reactions to the idea of Sonic leaving? Maybe Cherry could be sad because he feels like Sonic is abandoning him, Sonic's "rival" could be pissed because no one else can keep up with them so snowboarding won't be as fun anymore etc. None of them know WHY they're freaking out so much,, it's irrational, but they can't help it. Above anything else, Sonic cares about his friends. If him leaving makes them so upset, then why WOULD he leave? He's happy here, after all :)

-🍑

i was thinking that instead of the typical "the more exposed to this thing you are, the more resistant you get to it", the warp topaz would work in the opposite way. so, "the more exposure you get, the weaker you become". i recall starline saying something about giving surge and kit a weakness to the hypnosis, and while that could mean he literally programmed one in via the cyborg fuckery he did to their bodies, it could also mean... this. so!

that being said, i definitely think there was like, a hill (or mountain, heh) or difficulty irt the whole thing for starline. like, just getting sonic to SIT STILL was hard enough. he literally had to bolt his feet to the floor. sonic's anger alone probably would have protected him from whatever starline was trying to tell him, at least for awhile.

but as time wore on and sonic had to weather hundreds and hundreds of exposures to the hypnosis, it would've gotten harder and harder to completely dismiss it. even when starline left to go do whatever the fuck it is he does, sonic would've been left there with nothing but those words he'd heard repeated over and over and over and over.

and that's the real trick. even before putting him in snowpoint, starline had him completely isolated. and he could think to himself, "none of what he's saying is true," but at the end of the day, it's starline's word against... no one's. cuz sonic is on his own this time.

more sessions. starline's lies repeat endlessly in his brain. he can see that damn topaz even when he closes his eyes.

it's not true. none of it. but...

he does love his friends.

and starline KNEW when he crested over the top of that mountain and the uphill battle finally ended for him, because it was when sonic haltingly repeated what he was telling him for the first time, albeit a little bit off. "i'm hhhappy in snowpoint. i d-don't wanna leave my friends."

so, how long did it take to get to that point? days? weeks? no. 2 months. of constant exposure and drilling and pressure. and sonic STILL refused to crack in exactly the way starline wanted him to. such is the will of the hero...

but yeah, i might extend the timeline a little. 4 months instead of 3, so half could've been with starline, and the other half "happy" in the town. :P

#anonymous #as for the last paragraph u wrote. yeah #that's canon #text heavy #snowpoint sonic

[jamminlocks]

Special Pudding {Osamu M. x Reader}

Tags: F/M, Food, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Soft Miya Osamu, confession, one shot, not beta read, pretty much idiots in love word count: 2,987 Summary: In summer days, you decided to make chocolate pudding for yourself. Not really trying to hide it. By chance, Osamu spots you eating some. The moment he had that first spoonful in his mouth, Osamu has liked your chocolate pudding since and from then on wants more. A/N: idk i just wrote this for fun edit: fixed some stuff [ao3]

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"Is that pudding?" Osamu asks, pointing at the moist container in your hands. It is, indeed, pudding. Not just any pudding, not pudding that's bought in the store, or something your parents made, It is your pudding, chocolate pudding. In the past weeks, you have been obsessively trying your hand in making some for yourself, mostly to stave off the summer heat. After many attempts, this was the best one. For a split second, you hesitated answering him, not wanting to share your hard earned work. Then, the thought of wow-ing Osamu with your new found specialty dessert pops up. 

"Yeah, I made it. You want some?" You offer it to him. He stares at it, undecided and unimpressed.

"I dunno... it looks kinda bad."

"Oh c'mon! Since when did you pass the offering of free food?" you argue, scooping a spoon of the pudding and holding it up for Osamu. He suspiciously looks at you, more to just get an annoyed reaction. The spoon is taken from your hand and he slides it in his mouth. Once the spoon is gone, his jaw moves in a steady motion. Eyes close, focusing on the tastes. A small smile creeps on each corner of his mouth.

“See? I made good pudding.” 

"Free food? More like a free sample if you're just gonna let me have one spoon." he digs the spoon into the pudding. Now, you are annoyed, "just a second ago you basically called it weird looking."

"And I'm coming back for another bite. Take it as a compliment."

You roll your eyes. "Fine, you can have more, here."

He also holds of the container of pudding, not tugging it away from you, taking one spoon after another. It's the first time you let Osamu eat anything you made and you are very, very glad that he likes it. Happy as you are, the pudding is already half empty and you've barely dug in yourself. Osamu is using your spoon after all.

"Hurry up! I wanna eat"

A muffled sound of reluctant agreement slips out of hus mouth, but he takes another spoonful before he returns it to you.

“Got anymore?”

“Last one. Sorry”

Osamu frowns as he watches you eat, like a child denied a cone of ice cream. It's clear that he'll be waiting for you to get enough then get some more again. You couldn't laugh properly, only chuckling with your mouth stuffed and closed. “Next time, when I make one I’ll save some for you.”

"Yeah?"

"Sure, why not?"

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As you spend more time experimenting and trying new recipes of desserts, you keep coming back to the chocolate pudding, youre practically perfecting it. Osamu always wants some when you tell him. A tupperware of pudding would be saved for him and you'd give it to him. He'd return it by the end of the week. The fastest was the day after you gave it to him. You often wondered if he even shares it with Atsumu and you hoped he did. Nothing wrong with someone else enjoying your food. That was until the blond twin ran up to you out of nowhere with furious determination.

 "WHY DIDN'T CHA TELL ME THAT YER GIVING 'SAMU PUDDING??" he asked accusingly. Somewhat offended.

You squint, "wait, doesn't he share with you?"

"NO! He's been hiding it behind other stuff in the–"

"THAT'S 'CAUSE YA ALWAYS STEAL THE STUFF I BUY AND EAT THE FIRST THING YA SEE IN THE REFRIGERATOR!!" Osamu comes running up behind his brother. Roping him into light wrestling.

"THAT'S NOT TRUE," Atsumu claims but his voice falters with each movement.

"LIER!!! STOP BOTHERING HER ‘BOUT THIS!” The fight goes on. It's relatively tame compared to their other fights. You aren’t too worried about anything getting serious. Backing up a little to avoid any elbows and fist coming your way, you patiently wait for the brothers to cool down on their own. 

“YOUR A GREEDY LITTLE SHIT THAT EATS FOOD THAT AIN’T YERS!”

"SAYS THE BASTARD WHO’S BEEN HOGGING AN ENTIRE CONTAINER OF PUDDING ALL TO YERSELF!"

But it seems the two are nowhere stopping from this. There is too much destructive energy emanating from them. You made a gable on your safety by placing a hand on each brother’s shoulder then pushing them apart.

"OKAY! OKAY! THE BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!" they hesitantly stop, still scowling and sneering at each other with their eyes.

“Would you both quit it if I just made you two then? One for each of you.”

They are silent, more to give the other a cold shoulder than not having an answer. Atsumu pouts, crossing his arms, “sure. But I still can’t believe you were only giving him this entire time.”

“Well, sorry about that.” you said, actually feeling bad about leaving him out of it.

“Don’t. He’s a big pig”

“WHY YA LIL-”

You give them a harsh slap on their shoulders.

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On the occasions that the twins know you were making your chocolate pudding, you save two tupperwares for them. It was extra work but if it’ll keep them from complaining, that's extra peace of mind in your life. You are quite delighted that Atsumu enjoys it too. But, if you aren't assuming too much, Osamu seems to like it more. You aren’t surprised. Twins still have their own separate set of preferences. It's just that Osamu liking it more always makes your chest flutter. It’s embarrassing, you’d rather he not notice when you try to hold back a big smile.

Eventually, you began to grow tired of the sweet dessert and decided to stop for a while. You still loved it, but having too much too often wears off its specialness. It wasn’t really a big deal, that was until Osamu out of nowhere leaned his chin over your shoulder, arms around your waist, and asked, "Hey, when are ya gonna make chocolate pudding again?"

It confuses you, not really considering that he would notice that you’ve stopped. You put some thought into it. Will you make it? Not really in a mood for pudding, although you don’t mind if Osamu is asking. “It's almost winter and you still want some?”

“I mean, can I?” he said, uncharacteristically shy of him. It's kinda cute. But, you're not letting yourself be fooled if this is his way of persuading you. "You're gonna pay for half of the ingredients if you want me to make some.”

In an instant, he straightens up. Swirling you to face him and he looks at you with at most seriousness. “How much?”

You laugh, ruffling up hus gray hair for fun. "Come with me later to buy them. We can sort it out then”

His eyes practically glowed at your answers. And he does go with you to the market the day after, carrying the basket of ingredients as you pick and choose.

“Do ya really need this much when ya make yer pudding?” 

“Yeah, I’m making it for Atsumu too.” The smile on his face disappears at the mention of his brother. He must really not like sharing his food with Atsumu. But its not like he needs to. After all, they get their own.  He said, much like suggesting a bad idea he knows you'll deny, “Can you, like, not?”

“Don’t be like that. You two will fight again.”

Osamu knows you had a point. Still, he isn’t on board with it, glaring at the floor. The part of your heart that has a soft spot for the mellower twin weavers. “How about this, you get more cream on top than him. Sounds good?”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, I can do that. It will cost you more though”

His arm wraps around your shoulder as you two walk through the milk aisle together, holding the basket on the other hand. “Fine by me.”

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For the next few years, your chocolate pudding has been in his top 20 in the desserts category, which means a lot since the guy can't seem to choose a single favorite food if anyone were to ask him. When the opportunity opens itself, he asks you to make some. Despite your differing schedules, very often, if not all the time, you do follow through. When you can't, he gets sad, which is adorable of him.

So, it's practically a given whenever you visit, there's a chance you have some with you. However, not once has he ever questioned why you do it without asking anything in exchange. The answer is always that it's not like it's an official service of yours. It was enough that he paid more than half the price. Plus, he is your friend, nothing wrong with doing favors for a friend. Though all of that is true, you just like how happy and satisfied he is with your pudding every time he takes a bite. And, well, you just really like Osamu and spending time with him.

This time around, the occasion is MSBY Jackals having a match in Hyogo. In celebration that Atsumu is in town, the team will have dinner in Onigiri Miya. At Atsumu’s request, you bring your chocolate pudding and he’s paying for it. Lucky for him, you are free that week. Osamu, on the other hand, took the chance to ask for more.g

"Could you make me extra pudding too?" He asks while you are on a call with him and it makes you laugh. "You missed my chocolate pudding that much?" 

"It's hard not to miss good food" he states. 

Out right implying that your dessert is one of his many likes is a sentiment you'll hold on to. You endearingly sigh to him through your phone. "Alright. That does mean you'll pay for your portion."

"Alright," he said, satisfied. Static sounds of clanking blurs his voice. "Don't tell 'Tsumu, by the way."

"Sure. But, don't get mad at me if he finds out, though."

"Never had been, have I?"

"That's true."

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The celebration comes and by the end of the night the chocolate pudding was as good as gone. A hit among the players. Their captain took three servings, so does Bokuto. When you offer one to their aloof member, Sakusa, it takes a bit of convincing. In the end, he eats some, giving you a mere 'its good', which is a big deal according to Atsumu. Hinata was lucky to get the last serving. You didn't even get a bite of your efforts, so it was a good thing that Osamu requested more. As promised, you didn't tell Atsumu of the extra stash of pudding you and Osamu hid. Once the restaurant closes and Atsumu is long gone with the rest of his team, you and Osamu head back to his place to eat the hidden treasure to end the night..

Fresh from the cool fridge, you both take your own servings of the chocolatey treat. Osamu is as happy as ever with each spoon of pudding he places in his mouth.

"didn't you eat a lot of this already? I'm surprised you could stuff yourself more with that," you point your spoon to him.

"Nothing wrong with extra dessert"

"You sure you won't get your stomach hurting?"

He laughs, a low rumble on his chest. "What am I, a kid?" Osamu doesn't give you the chance to answer, shifting his attention to the dessert at his hands, reveling at its taste. 

"I might just kiss you for how good these puddings always are."

"Haha, sure," you say. Not fully registering what he just said, what you just said. Once it settles in, your skin spikes up into a panic, doing your best to not look at him and shoving a spoon in your mouth. Why did you say that? Why did he say that? That was definitely a joke.

"For real? I can?" He asks, clear and genuine.

The sirens are wailing at you to 'play it cool'. It's just a teeny-tiny kiss. You've had friends kiss your cheeks before. Osamu won't be any different. You may like him but he is still your friend too.

"Yeeeeeeahhh. Suuuuuuure," voice slightly stilted, waving a hand to downplay the situation. Just you merely entertaining the notion. In the grand tapestry that is your friendship, it's just a small thing that won't cause an unraveling. You close your eyes. No way you are looking at him. Placing a finger over your cheek, you say, "right over he-"

Osamu pecks you right on the lips. Your body stiffen up. The stickiness of the small bit of cream lingers. Without much of a big reaction from him, he says "Thank you for the pudding" and returns to focus on staring down on the pudding to scoop another spoonful.

"wah- why'd you do that" you ask, breathless from a single peck that barely lasted a second.

"Ya said I can, didn't ya?"

"ye. YEAH. BUT-" you're at a loss for words. everything is mixing up at a blender's speed. Confusion. Giddiness. Flabbergasted. Embarrassment. And you're quaking like a blender too. The only thing that's keeping you from losing sanity is Osamu's slowly blushing cheeks, proof that he is affected by it too. How is he so nonchalant about this, though? You place the serving of pudding over the kitchen table to save it from your slipping grip.

Taking another spoon of pudding in his mouth. He hums the way he always does when he likes the food he is eating. You could only stare, still confused. "This is so good," his words slightly garbled. Osamu turns to you, assessing your expression. Then, he dives back to kiss again before you can do anything. Just as quick as the first, like he is testing your lips. The softness of his gesture somewhat tickles you. “Really good.”

“Hey!” you try to catch his attention. “Why’d you– how are you–” words come out as blubbering and disjointed. Face heating up with each tumble your tongue takes. You don’t understand how unfazed he is right now, having just kissed you twice. Is it not a big deal to him? Is he toying with you? The initial startling fades as your mind ponders the sad possibility. Osamu is quick to notice your silence, setting his pudding down beside yours.

 “Oh, are ya mad?” He said with sincere concern, bumping his arms to you as a means to comfort. What exactly do you say to him? Should you get mad? You sigh, 

“I’m– It’s because– Are you just messing with me, Osamu?”

“A lil bit.” he admits, though not seeing it as big of a crime as you do.  

“It's just ‘cause ya said I can, so I…” He strays, placing his rough hand at the swell of your cheek, bringing you to face him. You can see that he’s searching for his words too. Thumb brushing you with a new warmth he has never done before. “And I’ve really wanted to do that for a while now.”

Not able to wrap your head around his confession, doubt lumped up in your voice, you ask “you have?”

Osamu removes his hand away from your cheek. Straightening himself up to face you. He takes your hand, cupping it between both of his own, as if giving you a secret you can’t see just yet. Gentleness in his eyes with a tender smile. He shares his truth. "I like ya for a long while now.”

It's a sweet and honest truth. It all bubbles up into you breathily laughing, leaning your head on his shoulder as he keeps you balanced. The scent of rice still clings to his black uniform. He hums along with you.

You say, "couldn't you have said that first?"

"uh," he laughs softly. "Sorry. Guess I got too excited." The tension in the kitchen dissipates with each laugh. Osamu takes your pudding from the table, scooping in it with his spoon. You are still at the height of his confession to point out that it's your pudding he is about to eat from. He raised the spoon to your mouth.

"Eat up. to calm ya nerves a bit."

You can only oblige. The sweetness is soothing, cleansing away any remaining nervousness you had. Osamu is careful to slide it off your lips before digging it in your pudding again.

“Atta girl,” he purrs, brushing your hair behind your ear as you slowly chew. It's new, this kind of affection coming from him, but you welcome it nonetheless.

You have something to say before he leans in again. "WAI-" is all you could muster as his lips are on yours for the third time, a little longer, a lot firmer. Fingers on your chin. He eases you into a slow kiss. Three kisses and an indirect one. He really is taking his shots.

When you pull away, you lightly burst out “seriously??” 

Osamu chuckles, pulling away to take both puddings on each hand and handing yours to you. “Sorry, you taste good too,” he said. This time placing a peck on your cheek. 

"C'mon, finish it up before it melts."

The two of you eat together in comfortable silence. A new feeling lingers in the air. A sense of rose tranquility. You could get used to this.

“So,” you start, taking another bite. “What do we do now?” Osamu inches closer to your side, enjoying this new kind of company from you.

“Am I yours?”

You pretend to ponder, just to draw out your answer.

“I guess so.”

“Is that a yes?”

You take your chance to place a kiss on his cheek. This time, He’s the one caught off guard, smiling at you as he wipes the small bit of stickiness off. 

“Yeah,” you said. 

Wrapping an arm around your waist, Osamu places a hand on your hip to pull you closer to him. 

“Stay over for tonight, why don’t ya?”

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A/N: i'll edit this in a little bit

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x y/n #hq x y/n #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya x y/n #osamu x reader #osamu x y/n #osamu miya #osamu fluff #just cute stuff

[petrichor-idyllic]

Hello, I loved your Minho stories and I want to make a request. Minho and female reader are in a dangerous situation and one of those saves the other and the one that's been saved kisses the others cheek as a thank you and the tension is like super high. Thank you♡♡

Ooo yesss finally I get to write some action! I've been waiting for this.

Also, I know it's not really fluff, but that was the only category I write that I could fit this in on my masterlist lmao.

HIDE AND SEEK

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, pure unbridled panic.

"Will you hurry your ass up?" Minho shouts from ahead of you, already irritated by your slower pace than him.

You're a Runner. Well, you're going to be a Runner. You're currently in your awkward training phase, which means that until you get good enough to run on your own, you're stuck with the grumpy and sarcastic Keeper.

Honestly, Minho was reluctant to agree to it. You're a girl- the only girl, and he's not exactly prepared to deal with you or your shit. So, when Alby put you forward to be a Runner after one of the boys got injured, Minho was quick to decline.

He figured you wouldn't be able to handle it but he was swiftly reminded by Newt about your first day.

It was definitely a Greenie day to be remembered. First, a girl shows up, shocking everyone.

And then you ran.

Unbelievably fast, grabbing the sides of the metal cage of the Box, hurling yourself up, and using the boys' momentary confusion to make your escape. It wasn't unusual for Greenies to run; there's actually an on-going inside joke about it.

What stunned them was when Gally caught you as he'd ran from another direction, and you socked him so hard in the jaw that the Med-jacks thought he'd broke it. It's a bit of a blur now, but you managed to take down three boys twice your size before Newt hit you in the head with a shovel.

You still have the scar.

Honestly, Minho wishes he would've been there to see it, but alas, he was not. Though the uproar he returned to was like no other.

Your fiery energy and impossibly high stamina is perfect for running the Maze, and Minho was forced to accept that.

"Hey!" He grinds to a halt, spinning around and snapping at you, "The shuck are ya doin'? We gotta move!"

You had stopped in front of one of the walls, examining the lettering under the ivy.

"There's words!"

"Yeah! I know, come on!"

You groan.

Minho is relentless. At first, you were thrilled you were getting some alone time with the very attractive Runner- but you quickly came to learn he's just as draining as any other boss you'd have.

"I'm just looking, man," you jog over to him, "what's the big deal? We're already ahead of schedule."

"That doesn't mean we can stop. I told you- we can never-"

"Yeah, yeah, 'never stop running'. I know, I know. Just lemme be curious for a second, a'ight?"

"We don't have time for that," he starts walking ahead, preparing himself to break into another sprint before actually doing it.

"Sure we do; it's kinda like the whole point of the gig," he raises his eyebrow, looking at you over his shoulder, "yanno? To be curious about the Maze?"

Minho doesn't even bother responding, probably because you're right, but he's never going to admit when he's wrong. He takes off running again, and you huff, grumbling to yourself that he doesn't have to be such a dick. But you still follow him without hesitation.

He turns another corner. Then another. And another.

Until he stops dead in his tracks. He stops so suddenly you nearly run straight into the back of him, just managing to slow in time.

"What are you doing?" You hiss, but he looks back at you, anger flashing in his eyes for a second before he presses a finger to his lips, telling you to shut up.

He then points ahead and you follow his finger, eyes widening at the sight.

Around the next corner, you can see the long, sectioned tail of a Griever. Its scorpion-inspired stinger on full display as you suck in a deep breath.

"Back up," he mumbles, his voice barely a whisper as you're frozen behind him, "slowly."

You nod feverishly, taking a step backwards. Suddenly, you've become his best student yet, ready to listen to anything and everything he tells you to do.

Minho follows suit, not letting the creature out of his sight, and you're preparing yourself to make a straight sprint back to the Glade. Maybe he was right- this Runner shit might not be for you.

"Okay," he basically hums, "once we're back round the corner, run for it."

"Sounds like a plan," you attempt to push out, but your knees are shaking as adrenaline makes your heartbeat jump into your ears.

You take another cautious step back and Minho is quick to follow.

Only for you to almost pass out from fear when a load mechanical screech shakes the walls of the Maze. You don't even get to see that the Griever has turned around, but judging by Minho's reaction, it had.

"Go! Go! Run!" You scramble slightly, your hands hitting the floor from how fast you spin around. Minho half catches you, even though you don't need him to. He pushes you forward, giving you an unnecessary but appreciated head start.

Minho is hot on your heels as you bolt through the Maze, allowing you to take the lead. Not that he has much choice.

"Minho!" You're suddenly overwhelmed with concern for the boy and you glance over your shoulder.

"Don't look back!" He yells, breath heavy and his footsteps hitting the solid floor that echos through the walls. "Don't worry about me, alright? Just run!"

You caught a brief glimpse of the monstrosity hunting you down. It's surprisingly fleshy, its bulbous skin is shiny, and multiple metal arms stick out aimlessly in multiple directions as small spikes cover its slimey body.

You'll be seeing that in your nightmares.

You're fast to turn another corner, nearly tripping over some vines- 'breadcrumbs' as Minho calls them -that you'd cut off of the wall earlier.

"Hey, watch out for-" you have no time to fully warn Minho as his foot catches on the severed plant, his body tumbling to the floor.

You stop immediately, your companion taking forefront in your list of concerns as you run towards him. He's quick to get back on his feet, your grasping hands doing very little to actually help him.

"Come on! Come on!" You shout as Minho finds his feet again.

The Griever is closer now, the clicking and whirring noises are far too close for comfort as you start running again. It's right behind you as it suddenly dives forward.

It bumps against Minho, knocking him down and colliding with you, forcing you onto the floor as you roll a few feet, groaning.

The creature is quick to get on top of you. It's metal spider legs trap you in place as it's gross, dripping mouth opens, letting out a terrifying scream that sounds like a mix of animal and machine.

You cry out in response as it lifts its tail, holding the pointed syringe that's attached above your head. It's almost teasing you, like it enjoys watching you squirm and scream for your life.

Out of nowhere, a rock hits the creature square in the head as Minho stands stunned, his chest rising as falling. The Griever lifts its face away from yours to face him, and he immediately backs away as it lets out another ferocious animalistic noise.

You take the opportunity to squeeze between its legs, just managing to slip through. Half-crawling, half-running, you rush to Minho.

He grabs you, yanking you up straight as you run back in the direction you just came from. The Griever is slow to react to this.

As you remember Minho saying; "they're dangerous bastards, but dumb as klunk."

You both take what you can get, the pure stress distracting both of you as Minho is still yet to let go of your hand.

"Come on," he's almost breathless, something you've never seen before, "I've got an idea."

You blindly follow him. Not that you have much choice as he's practically dragging you.

You're definitely not cut out for this type of work yet. Your sides burn as anaerobic reparation kicks in and the muscles in your legs feel like they're about to give in at any second.

You turn another corner, and Minho sharply pulls you to the right. He starts rummaging around the ivy, muttering to himself. "C'mon, c'mon!"

"What are you doing?" You snap, your voice breaking. He ignores you.

"Yes!" He pulls back a chunk of ivy to reveal a dip in the wall. It's small, less than a metre long and a few feet deep into the wall.

He steps into it, his back pressed to the side as he ushers you to join him. You pause for a second until the noises of the approaching amalgamation of horrors fills your ears.

He pulls you in with him, and you struggle to fit, your back against the other side and your front to his. He reaches out, pulling the ivy that falls back in place, covering you both back up.

The ivy acts as a blanket, light breaking in and reflecting off of Minho's face, which is beaded with sweat. You both hold your breath as you hear the creature cover the ground of the stretch of corridor.

You screw your eyes shut, only allowing yourself to open them once the shadow of the creature passes.

You look at Minho. His head is thrown back against the wall as his chest rises and falls, relief visibly washing over him.

Several minutes pass as you both will your bodies to calm down. Your body has turned to mush, and you're sure that if it weren't for Minho and the wall, you would've collapsed by now.

"Are you okay?" Your voice comes out as strained and scratchy. To your surprise, Minho scoffs.

"Are you?"

"Yeah," you pant out, "I think so."

"Not stung, are ya?"

"You didn't give it chance." He scoffs again. "How'd you know this was here?"

"I've run this thing every day since I can remember," he explains as you look at him, "I know these walls like the back of my hand."

It's impressive. It really is. What Minho's capable of is almost superhuman. The Maze is huge- you've run his routes with him for a couple of days, and that's just the parts he normally covers. This little crevice isn't even on his normal path, yet he knew almost exactly where it was.

Neither of you moved for a while, only now becoming aware of how close you are. Your chests are pushed together, and your faces are merely inches apart. The whole thing would be very hot if you hadn't just nearly fucking died.

"Alright, come on," Minho reaches out, pushing the leaves out of his way again and shuffling to fit out, trying his best not to push against you more than he has to.

Once out, he holds the plant in place as he jolts his head, gesturing you to join him, "We're good. It's clear."

You nod, also stepping out of your safe place, taking an anxious look either side. Just in case.

"We're going back to the Glade, right? 'Cause fuck continuing after that." He attempts to give you a smirk but it falls flat.

"Yeah, we're going back. When klunk like this happens, we normally call it a day. There's only so much I can take, too."

Neither of you have the energy to break into anything more than a jog, but time is on your side, so it's not a problem. You also want to save your remaining energy for another potential Griever attack.

The events of what just happened flash before your eyes, and it doesn't take a genius to realise you'd be dead if it weren't for the boy. You trail behind again but he doesn't shout at you this time.

You're not as used to dealing with this as he is, after all.

As the Glade slowly approaches, your new feelings of appreciation run strong as the experience slowly starts to sink in.

You owe Minho your life- you owe him everything. If he didn't think fast and throw that rock, you would've been stung. Or worse. You shiver at the thought.

But that doesn't stop you from picking up pace slightly, catching up to him. Delicately, you touch his wrist. You know you're safe here- Grievers don't come this close to the Glade in the day.

"Hey, Minho," he glances at his wrist and then up to your face.

"Yeah?" Your words fail you for a second. Even in his disheleved state, he still looks pretty, and the way he's looking at you right now could make you melt. He seems softer than before, almost like he's coming to terms with what's happened himself.

Instead of speaking, you stand on your tiptoes, leaning in and planting a kiss on his cheek.

You pull away, examining his face. The harmless gesture has made Minho's face red. Well, redder, at least, as blush dusts his tanned skin.

"Thank you," you whisper, your faces almost as close as when you were hiding in the wall.

"For what?" It's not cocky. He seems genuinely dumbfounded at what you could possibly be appreciative of.

"For saving my life. Duh."

His eyes flicker to your lips, seemingly unintentionally as his body turns more towards you. The action makes butterflies form in your stomach, causing all the fatigue to evaporate from your aching muscles.

He leans in further and you don't move, your noses brushing for a second until you jolt backwards, startled as a voice reaches you from the Glade.

"The shuck are you shanks doing back here?" Alby's deep voice sounds like a frown, "It's not even lunch yet!"

Minho passes you one more look. A look that's full of an emotion you can't quite read.

"We nearly shuckin' died, you slinthead!" He shouts, stepping away from you and towards the Leader lingering at the Doors. "That's what!"

You're left standing in the corridor. You can hear Minho already start to bicker with the older boy, who seems more irritated than concerned for your well-being.

You can still feel the ghost of Minho's close presence lingering around you, causing another adrenaline spike. Your heart is pounding in your chest like it's trying to break free from your ribcage.

For the second time today.

This was genuinely so fun to write. I literally sat down and wrote it in one sitting. I really liked this promt and just knew I had to do it as soon as I saw it.

Requests are still open, and I hope you enjoyed :))

#🌿 petri writes #🌿 petri tmr minho #🍃 petri tmr #🌿 petri writes tmr #minho maze runner #minho tmr x reader #minho the maze runner #minho tmr #tmr fanfiction #tmr imagines #tmr minho #the maze runner

[gogobootz1]

Creepy Crawlies

Spider-man x reader

Summary: You never expected your museum internship to be reminiscent of the Night at the Museum movies, but life comes at you fast. As it turns out, so do giant spiders.

word count: 2k

“And as we round the corner, you’ll enter our history wing,” you said, doing your best to not sound entirely monotone. You knew you weren’t succeeding. Despite your best efforts, your heart just wasn’t in it. Yesterday morning, you'd been dumped.

You hadn't even been seeing the cute guy from your photography course for two weeks. You'd been on two dates with him (both of which he'd been late for) before he decided it just wasn't working out.

Well, that was fine by you. It was his loss. Really. You weren't even upset. You had hardly cried yesterday, and you didn't even eat all your ice cream. Did you spend your entire day off hiding under blankets and watching tv? Maybe, but you came to your paid internship today, despite the heavy rain, and that was what mattered.

A shout of your name interrupted the half-hearted tour you'd been giving. You wheeled around to find your boss looking at you expectantly.

"Did you forget?" He asked.

You stared at him blankly, "Forget what?"

"Addie?"

Recently the museum curator's ten-year-old daughter had taken a liking to you. Apparently, Addie's nanny had gone home to France for a month, so her mother was using the museum she ran as free childcare. The girl had taken turns with all the museum staff but decided you were the best. Thus, your superiors stuck her with you. You were reluctant at first, but Addie was good company, so you didn't really mind. Plus her mom said she'd give you a bonus at the end of your summer internship.

"Oh no," you said, eyes wide.

Your boss nodded at you, "Go, I'll take your tour." Before he was even done talking, you were jogging towards the new arachnid exhibit.

"You're late," the pig-tailed girl said. She sat on the floor outside the blocked-off entryway. Officially, the exhibit wasn't opening for another week, but Addie demanded early entry. She said that she would judge the presentation you prepared for the hall, and give you pointers on how to make it even better.

"I'm sorry," you replied, ducking under the caution tape to pull back the tarp. "I lost track of time."

The girl ducked under your arm and into the exhibit. You followed close behind, not eager to lose sight of her in an area still under construction.

"I've been told that most of the work in here is done," you started, "but it's important to keep away from anything they're still putting together." Addie did not seem impressed by your warning and began wandering toward the crowning jewel of the space.

"Woah," she said in awe, staring up at the twenty-foot spider resting on its even larger faux web. It was certainly a feat of engineering. "How'd they build that thing?"

"I think some Hollywood special effects guy helped," Addie shrugged.

"Well, it sure is freaky," you said. Creepy crawlies had never been your thing.

"No!" Addie was quick to scold you, "It's amazing!"

"Ok, I guess it's kinda cool," you conceded, "but it looks like it'll come to life and eat us."

"That's the point! My mom says it's a detailed replica of a Black Widow Spider, meant to give people a better look and dispel their fears," Addie nodded confidently.

You eyed the thing skeptically, "I think I'll have to overcome my own fears before I can help people dispel theirs." Addie rolled her eyes at you and grabbed your wrist, dragging you away from the giant spider.

"Come on, let's look around while I tell you why spiders are cool and not scary. You should add all this to your tour material, by the way," she told you seriously.

Marching you past areas on jumping spiders, giant spiders, foreign spiders, and local spiders, Addie seemed determined to change your mind about the creatures.

"Ok, they might be important, but I still think they're icky," you shrugged at her. She made a face at you and dragged you on for another few steps before you stopped. Looking at the display you tried not to shiver.

"Come on, there are more spiders to see," she demanded.

"You know, I think you're on to something," you told her. She turned to you, confused. "Spiders really aren't the worst," you barreled on, "ticks are." You gestured toward the tick display.

"Eugh," Addie said, disgusted.

"I didn't even know those were arachnids," you admitted.

"Those are worse than scorpions," she nodded along. "I don't think I've seen the scorpion section yet," she scanned around for it.

"It's over there," you gestured, "they need to glue the tip of his tail on to make him scary. Can't make him worse than our spider friend, though," you nodded towards the giant display.

Suddenly, Addie looked afraid, "you might be right."

"Are all the spider pictures finally getting to you? I've been itchy for the last ten minutes. I feel like I need to wash my hair," you shivered, unaware of the larger issue.

"Your hair's fine," Addie said, staring over your shoulder, "but we might not be."

You were taken aback by her words, "What?" Your voice gave out when you saw the twenty-foot spider crawling down off its web and towards you. Tears welled up in your eyes as you watched in crawl closer. "Run," you whispered. The ten-year-old didn't need to be told twice. She bolted out of the room and started screaming. It took you another few seconds to listen to your own advice and start after her.

"RUN," you screamed, hoping the closest visitors would hear you and heed your warning. "GET OUT OF THE BUILDING."

The spider was light. Its footsteps sounded not much heavier than that of a few bustling museum-goers. What it lacked in weight, it made up for in speed, and it was gaining on you. When you rounded the corner into the main entrance of the museum, all hell broke loose. If Addie's screaming and your hollering hadn't scared anyone, the giant black widow spider chasing you certainly did.

People who had just walked in the doors ran back out of them. A practical mob of people pushed and shoved their way through the exit. Some people entered further into the museum, vying for back doors. You were just busy trying not to catch a stray bullet as the security guards opened fire on the creature chasing you.

The warnings you'd been yelling turned quickly into screams of terror as you faced danger on every side. Stampeding crowds trying to leave had quickly begun to trample each other. More security guards arrived to shoot at the thing behind you, and you could've sworn the spider herself had just dripped venom onto you.

But how could a museum display spider have venom? And, more importantly, how could it come alive?

You didn't have time to ponder these questions as you were swiftly removed from the situation. Suddenly you found yourself standing on the second floor, looking out over the chaos.

"Addie said you might need a save."

You turned to see Spider-man standing behind you. You let out a sigh of relief, knowing the little girl was safe.

"Great timing," you said. It was all you could manage after the biggest shock of your life.

"Are you alright?" The masked man asked, seemingly concerned.

"I think it spat on me, but I really don't know how it did that because it shouldn't have organs," you said, perplexed.

"Sorry?"

"Yeah, no, this thing is a display piece," you tried to explain.

"I guess all press is good press," he shrugged. "How much did this cost?" The hero seemed surprised.

"It didn't use to be alive," you told him gravely, eyes wide.

"Got it, that makes more sense," he nodded.

"Does it?" You asked, thoroughly upset by the events of the day.

"You know what? Maybe not," Spider-man replied, turning to look at the scene unfolding. You followed his gaze to see the bottom half of a security guard hanging out of the spider's mouth. "Oh, wow, is that my cue," he said, jumping onto the railing. "Stay safe!" He pointed at you as he fell backward off the second floor.

You raced to the edge to see the masked hero catch himself with a web before landing on the spider's back. He squeezed the thing by its throat, trying to get it to spit out the security guard.

"Security guards are not a snack!" Spider-man said as he wrestled with it. "Don't make me do the Heimlich on you!"

Finally, the spider regurgitated the security guard to focus on the nuisance on her back. "Cool- it worked! Maybe that was the Heimlich."

Spider-man launched a web to the ceiling and swung off the giant spider's back. Dropping closer to the ground, he started webbing the thing's legs together. Eventually, the thing lost its balance and fell to the marble floor with a resounding thud.

"I guess I can add exterminator to my resume," the masked man said, standing over the felled spider.

He gave the thing's head a firm kick, accidentally separating it from its body. "Oh shit," he said, pulling the severed head back to him with a web.

Looking at the gaping hole its head left, the spider was obviously animatronic. You'd have to have a serious talk with Addie's mom about doing background checks before hiring people. You let out a huff.

Clearly, Spider-man's senses were more keen than you realized. He looked up to find you still standing by the railing. Using a web, he launched himself up to stand next to you.

"So, a spider just saved you from a spider," he started, "pretty meta, huh?" You gave him a courteous nod, not feeling up to joking as you looked down at the robot spider carcass.

Spider-man grabbed your shoulder, lightly turning you away from the sight. "Are you sure you're alright, miss?"

"Not quite," you shook your head.

"You weren't hurt, were you?" He took a hurried step toward you, looking you over.

"Yesterday, I was dumped. Today I got chased by a giant man-eating spider. Does it ever get better?" You asked, tears welling in your eyes.

Spider-man couldn't help but let out a little snort. Your eyes widened at his reaction. You scoffed and slapped his chest.

"Are you laughing at me?" You asked wetly.

He put his hands up in surrender, "Sorry, I'm sorry, really." You shook your head at him.

"No, you're not! This is just like the time a raccoon got in my basement," you complained, tears streaming down your face.

Spider-man had to hide his continued laughter.

"No one believed me! I had to shoo it out with a broom all by myself," you said tearily, glaring at him. The masked man was practically bent over, trying to hold his laughter. Unfortunately for you, his laughter was highly contagious. It wasn't long before you were chuckling a bit too.

He pulled himself together, "This was much worse than a raccoon. You have every right to be upset."

"Thanks," you nodded, wiping your face.

"Want me to swing you home?" He asked.

As tempting as it sounded, you weren't sure about the state of the museum. Or your job. "They're usually pretty strict about hours here."

Although you couldn't see his face, you knew Spider-man was giving you a look. "I think it's safe to say the museum is closed for the day."

"Still-"

"What would you even do? Flush the bug down the toilet?"

"That's what I do at home," you shrugged.

He shook his head at you good-naturedly, "Come on, we can stop for muffins on the way." That got you up.

Spider-man spent the following hour making you feel better post-animatronic spider attack. When he finally left you on the stoop of your apartment building, you realized you'd answered your own question. It did get better.

Too bad your stupid, loser ex-boyfriend, Peter Parker, wasn't around to see it.

#spider man x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader #mcu!spiderman x reader #mcu!peter x reader

[thswrtchdthng]

Okay here are some Magshawe prompt questions for your pleasure

1. Could Jonah kill Jonathan? Could Jonathan kill Jonah? I feel like they both have reasons to.

2. Who'd be willing to do cannibalism on the other?

3. Who do you think "died" first, Jonah's official death or Jonathan?

4. How do you think they met up?

5. Did they ever kiss?

6. Are they ever capable of being soft or are they stuck forever in passionate mode?

7. What if Dr.Fanshawe got time travelled to modern times and met Elias, would he fall again?

OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH

always coming in clutch, love that of you

1. well I've always thought of Jonathan as being quite a lot more physically strong than Jonah, so he definitely could kill him. I imagine it would be in a fit of that mix of rage and passion and fear and general morbidness that characterized the later part of their relationship. probably an accident too, and he'd feel equal parts like a hero for erasing an evil like that from the world and like absolute shit bc, well, he just killed the only person who understood him. he just killed his Jonah.

and as per Jonah, I don't think he could do it himself (even poisoning him or shit like that, it's just not his thing. I reckon he'd feel kinda meh about getting his hands dirty back then and he knows there are better things he could do). what he could do, and what he did in my interpretation of their relationship, is drive him to suicide. like just manipulating him and generally fucking him up emotionally and psicologically that he just kills himself yk. also in my brain it was a very gorey death, I might write something about that. of course, Jonah feels terrible about it too, but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do yk.

2. cannibalism as a metaphor for love is so them. both. idk what it'd take for Jonah to do something like that but he's definitely not above it. I think a big part of his feelings for Jonathan in their later years together is the desire to metaphorically swallow Jonathan whole, which might translate to something literal. I'm not sure why or how, but he definitely could do it.

and Jonathan- well of course he could. I get the vibe that that desire to metaphorically devour the other was mutual, and along with his general Feelings by that point (the love, the rage, the constant panic, the distrust, the morbid curiosity) who knows what he could have done.

3. Jonathan. definitely. Jonah was not letting Jonathan outlive him, and I always thought the whole bodyhopping ordeal came as a surprise to him. so yeah he would've taken good care of Jonathan before anything.

although now that I think of it, the other option is also fun. Jonathan catching wind of the stuff going on both at the Institute and ar Millbank and being like "wtf are you doing now" but not wanting to give in to curiosity (and the need to see Jonah of course). Jonathan finding out about Jonah's 'death'!!!!!! he wouldn't know how to feel lmao.

4. hmmm I always thought they might have met at some sort of conference (those did happen back then didn't they) or symposium about some really morbid, really understudied branch of medicine (yk those that would piss off the church). Jonah did that thing where he starts asking the weirdest fucking questions like one asks about the weather and Jonathan was immediately like "he's so clever and interesting and curious and unashamed I need to talk to him" and they just hit it off

my second idea for a meetup is back in their university days. Jonah didn't study medicine (I have my own headcanon on that) but I think the general social scene was pretty open. maybe Jonah was out for drinks with some friends and saw Jonathan sulking in a corner and thought "interesting specimen, need to investigate"

a third idea I had was one of Smirke's little gatherings, but I wanted to see if I could come up with something new lol

5. yep. and much, much more. I imagine Jonathan was very reluctant at first, but by the time they first kissed the tension was unbearable and Jonah was already, well, a whore, so they were fine in the end (no they weren't).

6. wonderful question. I believe it's a mix of both. like their deranged passion has a bit of helpless softness mixed in, and back when they could be soft (before their entire relationship went to shit) even that softness held a passion that made it impossible to think straight.

7. oh that's a good one. for starters, it would be so fucking funny. like "what are you doing here" "what are YOU doing ALIVE. and how did you get there"

at first Jonathan would be absolutely outraged and disgusted by everything Jonah's done, but then, of course, he'd get curious. in my brain Jonathan was one of the first Flesh avatars, back when they were discussing whether the Flesh was real or not, so I think he'd have fun with that. and he was always big on the modification of the body from what it's born as to what you want it to be (Dr. Fanshawe said trans rights) so when he found out Jonah'd been straight up switching them around he'd be equal parts enraged and thrilled. can you imagine his reaction at how much medicine has progressed in the last 2 centuries? bby would be fucking elated.

Jonathan reading about modern medicine and being all euphoric while Jonah just watches him with heart eyes the entire time.

and it might get Jonathan far more into the Fears, especially into the Flesh. maybe he ends up like a different version of the Boneturner or something (and then monsterfucker Jonah kicks in and well, the rest is history yk).

this was so much fun tysm!!

#cw suicide mention #magshawe #jonahfanshawe #jonah magnus #jonathan fanshawe #tma #the magnus archives

[kedreeva]

Kinda general but it would be cool to see some hurt/comfort with Steve and El?

(My askbox is open for ST prompts!)(Previous Prompts)

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Steve hesitated in the doorway of Max's hospital room, one hand on the frame as he took in Lucas sleeping in one of the wooden chairs and El standing solemnly with her back to the door. The boys had said she was trying to reach Max still, and even though Steve didn't expect that would work if Max was... but, he'd been wrong about a lot of things in the past. A lot of things. He just hoped he was wrong about this, too.

"Steve," she said, without turning.

"Hey, El," he answered quietly, blowing out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

He grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser on his way into the room, and caught sight of her holding Max's hand with both of hers as he passed, heading for the other side of the bed. She didn't move them until Steve offered the paper towel, and even then she only let go with one hand. A small smile pressed tight on her lips as she took it, nodding thanks, and wiped at her bloody nose. Steve shot a glance to Lucas, who was out cold, and kept his voice low.

"How you doing, kiddo?"

El's gaze dropped to Max's face. "I have not found her."

Steve made a soft noise. "No, I mean, like... how are you? I know things are... they're not good, but do you... are you holding up okay? Do you need anything? Hopper's- I saw him downstairs, getting coffee. He looks rough. You two need any help?"

El's brow furrowed as she leaned away a little at the onslaught of questions. "We are fine."

Steve nodded, searching her face, and then nodded again, looking away. "Yeah, okay. I just... I feel pretty useless when there's nothing to fight. I just want to help."

"You helped," El said quietly.

"Yeah," Steve agreed with reluctance.

He'd spent more than a few hours over the last few days helping out at her cabin, cleaning and lifting and repairing things. It still didn't feel like enough. Not enough to make up for how Max hasn't opened her eyes, or Eddie in the next room over. It didn't make up for Lucas' black eye or the new fear in Erica's. It didn't make up for the way Dustin looked at him like he could fix it, or the way Nancy looked at him like it was all her fault, or the nights he'd spent up on the phone with Robin because every time she closed her eyes, she opened them again screaming.

El crumpled the bloody paper towel a little more tightly into a ball and lobbed it neatly into the trash bin before wrapping her hand back around Max's.

"I feel... like I should be able to do more," she said, hesitating long enough to shoot him a glance. "The others say I am a superhero."

"That's a lot to put on one person," Steve told her.

She stared down at Max, rigid but not tense in the strange way she had that made her seem not quite human. A little too still. Steve slipped his hand into Max's other one, thumb rubbing softly, steering clear of the IV. He checked the machine she was hooked too - he'd asked a nurse how to read it the first night, so he wouldn't have to draw attention to Eddie or Max more than necessary - and noted there were no changes. Alive, but not.

"It's um... You've already done more than anyone should ever have asked you to do," he said into the quiet. "No one's gonna say it, but it's true. I know it doesn't feel like enough but..." He winced, hitting a little too close to his own wounds. "You've done enough. More than enough. If you need a break, you should take one."

"Recharge my battery," she said.

"Yeah," he agreed slowly. He wondered which of the kids had taught her that. "I uh... I feel the same way, a lot, you know. That... nothing I do is enough."

"You do?" she asked, the concern tinged with some strange kind of hope.

"Yeah, man," he said, picking up his own hope and dusting it off a little so she wouldn't be alone. "And then Robin reminds me I helped save the world a few times, I get a break. Fifteen minutes."

El tipped her head a little at the joke, clearly not getting it, and Steve shook his head with a real smile this time.

"That's how long we get at work," he explained. "The point is, you've saved the world a few times. You should... go home. Spend some time with your dad. Rest. Eat some food. As many eggos as you can fit."

She smiled at that, finally, and something in Steve relaxed. He hadn't gotten as close to El as he had some of the others, and he regretted it a little. She'd been put through hell, and judging by what he'd seen in the last few days alone, her support network was a little bit in shambles. A lot in shambles, really.

Steve opened his mouth to respond, but shut it again when he heard shuffling just outside the door. She turned to see just as Hopper rounded the frame. Steve's belly gave a little lurch; he looked bad still. It would probably be a long recovery. He nodded, and Hopper nodded back before looking to Eleven.

"How is she?"

El shook her head, and Steve fidgeted upright. "Hey, I can- I can keep an eye on her, if you two want to go get some food and take a night. You both look exhausted, and she's been working really hard to try to find Max."

Hopper glanced between the three of them, and then behind him to Lucas, still fast asleep. Hopper raised his chin in question at Lucas, and Steve shook his head.

"His parents will be back for him, or I'll take him home when you get back," he promised. "I'll look out for him, too."

"Right," Hopper said, and then: "Waffles? Extra syrup and whipped cream?"

"Dinner before dessert... always," El said softly, an inside joke.

Hopper grinned. "I have it from a reliable source that waffles are both tonight."

El smiled, so real it left an ache in Steve's gut for her. The kid deserved to smile like that all the time. She slipped her hands from Max's and flicked a glance to Steve. "Thank you."

"Any time," he assured her. "See you soon."

She went to Hopper, who gave Steve one more appraising look as he took her under his thin arm, and then they were gone. Steve blew out a breath, slumping a little. He'd get the hang of those two eventually.

#stranger things #Steve harrington #el hopper #eleven #stranger things 4 #my writing #askbox prompts #asks #anon asks

[oxygenbefore1775]

out of all aot characters zeke, i think, is the most unfit to have a daddy kink or be involved in sugar-dating; if anything, he'd have an infantile side to him and in lowkey need of a parental figure; so, allow me to elaborate on this topic

modernau! oneshot w/ Zeke

genre: fluff, some vacation content

cw: gn!reader, a tad infantile Zeke, reader is annoyed/baffled initially, use of petnames ('baby' for Zeke)

wc: 742

summary: Zeke and you are having an unconventional (for your liking, at least) vacation

a/n: i kinda know nothing about the disneyland, the last time i was there was 10+ years ago and in Paris so just bear with me if some stuff doesn't make sense

When Zeke said that he would overtake all of planning for your long-awaited vacation together — you expected an unforgettable experience comparible to a stay in the gardens of Eden itself. Relaxing at the beach on the Maldives perhaps, a glass of ridiculously expensive champagne in hand, solely spa-seances filling your days. That's right, leading a life of a log on a tropical resort. The bigger was your astonishment at Zeke's choice of vacation.

"Disneyland?" dumbfounded, you kept repeating the same word after Zeke presented you with his plan. "Baby, this is the first time in centuries when the dates of our leave days finally coincide, and this is what you have to offer me?"

Zeke was busy with packing luggage for both of you, already aware of your reluctance to cooperate.

"C'mon, it will be fun for both of us," a chuckle escaped his lips.

You rolled your eyes at his reasoning, or lack of it, to be more precise. As soon as Zeke left the room to fetch your clothes from the wardrobe, your laptop was on your lap, your fingers typing in a search for Disneyland's customer service phoneline.

"Don't even attempt it," Zeke's patronising voice reached your ear. "The tickets are nonrefundable. I know you and your sly moves"

You started to warm up to the idea of spending nearly two weeks at an amusement park only as you were driving up to a hotel on the park's territory. The way Zeke pressed his face against the window to get a good look at the sham castle towers evoked a warm feeling inside you. You didn't need to see his face to know just how excited he was for the upcoming vacation. Good thing you were behind the wheel — or else Zeke would have definetely collided with a building or a car ahead.

If Zeke likes it, you may enjoy the vacation as well, you thought to yourself after checking-in at the hotel — the opulence of your suite sweetening the grudge you were still holding against your boyfriend.

Zeke's become a changed man. Looking at him now, mismatched beach-style patterns on his clothes, fuchsia-pink fanny pack around his waist and the mouse ears headband that he refused to take off, you couldn't say that he was the same Dr. Zeke Yeager. If it wasn't for his beard and big stature, someone would certainly mistaken him for a child, given his antics. But this sudden change started to gain appeal in your eyes — maybe it was your long deemed dead parental instincts awakening in you.

"Baby, look at me," you would say every morning before exiting your hotel room to apply a thick layer of sun screen onto his face, neck and shoulders in order to spare his pasty white skin the predicament of being burnt to a crisp by the end of the day.

"Are you sure you can eat this whole thing?" a genuine concern on your face when you would see the amount of food piled up on his plate, knowing all too well that this type of gluttony would play out bad on his stomach.

"Maybe that's enough?" you would ask while being dragged to the rides you've visited three times in the row already. "I'm sure there are other interesting rides here, baby. Give me a quick moment to look at the map"

One time you got to see a proposal being made — certainly not a rare occurrence at Disneyland but the first one you witnessed right before your eyes. Enaumored by this sight, your mind began to wander as you imagined the same thing happening to Zeke and you.

"That could be us someday," the tone of your voice playful, you extended your elbow to poke Zeke in the side but was surprised to make no contact with his body. You gaze slid around the area and soon enough you spotted your boyfriend near a waffle stand — completely oblivious to his surroundings and consequently unaware of the context of your remark.

The evenings you spent in your suite were quiet, a stark contrast to saturated and noisy daytime in the park. Zeke, drained of the energy, couldn't even move a muscle as you traced your fingers along his features.

"You know," you said in a husky voice, giving Zeke a quick peck on the nose, causing him to wrinkle his nose, "The fact that I call you baby is making much more sense now"

#aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #zeke yeager #zeke jeager #aot fluff #zeke fluff #zeke x reader #aot oneshots

[morvantmortuary]

No pressure to answer this ask, but—if you didn't know—I got the news today that I have some precancerous skin cells that need to be evicted/excised in about a week. I'm fine, but I'm a little overwhelmed? Processing? Disassociating? I would love some Morvant comfort, if you don't mind. Maybe, how they would react and/or help if their S/O got a similar diagnosis? (Also, I hope you're having a great day <3)

I'm sorry this has taken me so long, bud, but I've been thinking about it since you sent it in!! I had somehow missed that post, and I'm sorry it's something you have to deal with right now. I'm sure it'll all go super smoothly, and then it'll be something you don't have to worry about any more, okay? 🖤 I'm flattered you thought of the Morvants to help you feel more at ease, babe :) They all have their ways, as you'll see under the cut!

Maxi would be doing his best not to hover, ngl. The day you found out, he would have insisted on going with you to the appointment, if you were comfortable with that. If you didn't want him to go in with you, he'd be content to hang in the waiting room (making cheerful conversation with whoever was there, despite the fact that whoever was on the other end of that would have the faintest feeling of something being... off. it's all the Death!). Or if you wanted him to go in with you, he'd be happy to make small talk with your doctor, anatomy guy to anatomy person, as he does, until you got the news.

Once you'd heard you needed the procedure, he'd be sitting on his hands not to ask a million questions, so as not to overwhelm you. He'd drive you to wherever you wanted to go after: your place, the House, somewhere to grab a bite, a park to just sit and get some air for a bit. He'd maybe tilt his hand a little bit by sitting closer to you than usual, be a bit more reluctant to let go of your hand, but he'd be his usual chipper self nonetheless. He'd only reluctantly go handle clients, living or deceased, as needed, but he'd insist he'd have his phone on him the whole time if you needed him to come back. (And he'd jump whenever he thought he heard it make a noise, too - imagine him sitting with a grieving couple burying someone's mom, and then from his pocket comes a loud chorus of the little laser noises baby alligators make. Very confusing for all involved.)

The minute you were busy - playing a game, watching a show, having a nap - he'd be googling the procedure and everything that goes into aftercare, researching statistics, all the stuff a worrywart would do. Partially so he can get himself to calm down and stop mentally catastrophizing, as he also does, but mostly so he can find some way to be reassuring if you wanted to talk about it. When you brought it up, he'd be all smiles. "It's super common, darlin'," he'd soothe, acting like he definitely knew that the whole time and hadn't been up reading everything he could find online at three am. "Bodies just do that, sometimes, it's like they trip over their own mechanisms and glitch. Livin' things have a habit of gettin' confused. But it'll be fine, you'll see - they'll take care of it, and it'll just be a one-and-done kinda deal." He'd promise this with a kiss to your forehead. "And you won't have to lift a finger after the fact, I'll be your butler as long as you need," he'd joke.

He’d only be a little nervous in the sense that he wasn’t sure if his usual death jokes would be fine, or be somewhat upsetting. Not that this was even going to be a possibility, of course - he just knows health scares can make people sensitive. He’d hesitate a little bit if when he asked if you wanted to go sit at your usual spot in the cemetery, or would maybe be a little more inclined to borrow the mustang from Hex instead of taking the hearse. You might catch him once or twice cutting himself off after what sounds like a set-up for one of his grim puns, suddenly trailing off before following it with a shy smile and a “Sorry, lost my train of thought.” He’d even be cautious about what horror movies or spooky web videos the pair of you watched, if you even felt like watching them at all; he’d make a point to carefully steer clear of anything to do with hospital horror or medicine, instead opting for creature features or ghosts - something with a definite third party threat.

The day of, he wouldn't even consider not going with you. He'd be there the whole time (even in the room, depending on the treatment), happily telling you every weird fact he knew about skin to try and keep you distracted during the process. afterward he'd be dedicated to catering to you as much as possible, keeping you comfortable (at your place or the House as you preferred) and playing up the whole butler thing whenever you need something with an awful British accent and a bit of a RiffRaff bent back, just to make you laugh. You could definitely expect some of his cookies he makes for clients, and some fresh-squeezed lemonade to go with them, but whatever you wanted, honestly, he'd be happy to make for you or go get. The rest of the time, he'd be wrapped around you like a sloth on your couch in an old t-shirt and sweats, only letting go whenever you needed to free yourself for some reason. He's a hugger - it's just as much for him as it is for you.

He'd insist on being there too when you went for your follow-up, but everything turns out fine, so he'd just think of the whole ordeal as one of those one-off kind of scary things that happens when you love someone in a mortal body. (Although if there was the possibility, he'd ask if there were any tissue samples for you to keep if you wanted them, just because he thought they might be a neat souvenir. :'D)

Hex is a little less white-knuckled about the whole thing, as always. He'd be concerned, for sure: as someone who deals mostly with the spectral part of things, bodies occasionally make him nervous with just how they can go rogue. But he'd be more of the approach that until something happened, there was nothing to worry about. "It'll be fine, querida," he'd say that afternoon, after finding out you needed the procedure. (He would've gone with you to the appointment if you asked him to, but he figures you'll let him know when you need some moral support, so he's a bit more relaxed about things.) "They caught it, we'll go hand over some of your skin, it'll all be no big deal." He'd kiss the back of your hand, giving you his best 'do I look worried?' smile.

He pointedly does not google things, because the more he knows, the more his brain spins it around like shoes in a dryer. But you'd probably notice that between now and the day you'd go in to get it done, he'd be baking more than usual: bread, cookies, concha, even something fried like beignets, any recipe he had knocking around in his skull that he knew worked with your dietary needs. (Just not pie, his pies are cursed.) You'd be working on your draft in another room, or streaming a game, and he'd wander in with something that smelled heavenly on a plate. "Here, baby, you gotta eat some of this this, I got bored and made too much," he'd say, setting it down in front of you while still in a flour-covered apron. He'd stand there absently wiping his hands on it, watching whatever you were doing idly. "What do you think you want for dinner, anyway? I was thinking chilaquiles, but like, if you were feeling something else, I can do that. I can even try something new, if you want, I've been needing something to dick around with," he'd say, shrugging like this was all totally normal. But secretly, he'd be keeping himself busy in the kitchen because it took up more of his brain than his photography. When it's just him and his camera, he has too much time between framing and shooting to let his mind wander to places he didn't want it to. Cooking (especially baking) requires focus, and more involved use of his hands. If he kept busy, he couldn't find time to think about it, and if he couldn't think about it, he couldn't worry. You'd eat even better than usual between your appointment and the procedure, which is wild, because he feeds you pretty well to begin with. On the day of, there'd be a chance he'd show up to your procedure with brownies for the clinic staff, just because he'd filled the whole kitchen by that point.

When he wasn't in the kitchen, Hex would be a bit like a prickly seedpod from outside - one part of him would seemingly be stuck to you at all times when it was just the two of you hanging out. That could be his chin resting on your shoulder out of nowhere, or his shoulder bumping yours when you were washing dishes, even sleeping with his foot against one of your calves when he was rolling around like a rotisserie chicken as always.

The day of, he'd go with you, seemingly cool as a cucumber. He'd crack jokes the whole time, but for someone who normally gives you space when it comes to your appointments for your privacy's sake, he'd be notably determined not to leave your side. He'd stick to you like glue everywhere he was allowed to go, and afterward, he'd drive home in the mustang with one hand on your knee (being surprisingly good at driving one-handed!). He'd make an exaggerated deal of how brave you were when you got home, peppering your face with playful "mwah" kisses, but there'd be just a little relief to it.

When you inevitably got the all-clear, he'd visibly relax as soon as he found out. "I knew it was gonna be fine," he'd say immediately, holding up a hand. "It was always gonna be fine. I just like having the official 'okay you're good,' y'know? Like... you know what I mean," he'd say, rolling his eyes at himself. But he would insist on the two of you dancing that night to celebrate if you felt up to it, either going out or just in the kitchen with his speakers.

Rora wouldn't be unconcerned, but she'd definitely be a bit less rattled than the boys. "Skin is such a fickle organ," she'd say, almost sounding irritated on your behalf. "I swear, it's the only one that needs this much manual intervention not to be a pain in the neck. You don't see your lungs needin' moisturizer, or your heart needin' retinol," she'd add, looking back down at whatever she was working on to keep her hands busy - repotting a plant, altering the hem of one of her dresses, or placing the eyes in a stuffed possum. "...Granted," she'd add after a moment. "I suppose that's because they're technically already moist. What I'm gettin' at is," she'd say, looking back up. "You don't have to worry about it, sweet pea. It's just one of those things."

But the minute you showed any sort of concern, she'd drop what she was doing, coming over to you to gently cup your face like you were made of something fragile. "Daffodil," she'd say, making a point to meet your eyes. "Nothin' bad is gonna happen. This is just an inconvenience - one more thing you have to do, like you don't have enough on your plate as is." She'd kiss the end of your nose. "The doctors will do their jobs right if they wanna keep their hands attached to their bodies, and this'll just be somethin' you need the day off for. That's all." She'd run her hand over your hair, taking you in. "I'm not gonna let anything hurt my petal, I swear.” (How she intended to fight errant skin cells was a mystery, but something in her voice made you think she might indeed have her ways.)

In the meantime, she would almost seem doggedly determined to keep the pair of you busy. Whenever you weren’t at work or occupied with one of your own projects, she would seemingly find all sorts of things for the pair of you to do: she’d surprise you with couple’s massage appointments if she thought it would be something you’d like, she’d take you to get your nails done (manicure, pedicure, or both, whatever you were most comfortable with sensory-wise), she’d abruptly decide that the pair of you definitely needed to have a picnic in the back garden, and then ask if you’d help her plant some new rose bushes. Just when you thought you’d get a moment to just sit and stew for a bit, she’d sneak up behind you and ask if your show her how a smartphone works again (despite you being pretty sure she already knew), or if you wouldn’t mind helping her take her latest taxidermies to the little market stall where she sells them. She’d not only seem to be dying to pamper you, she’d also seemingly suddenly be unable to complete any of her to-do list without you being in the near vicinity. She wouldn’t do it to the point of exhausting you, of course - she’d make sure the two of you had plenty of downtime when it was needed. But if anything, it would seem like her approach was to make sure neither of you had time to think about it, even if that did mean you were suddenly involved in your own private taxidermy masterclass one evening.

If you did voice your anxieties, Rora would make a point to freeze her hands in place with whatever she was doing and listen. That doesn’t always mean she would be staring at you — if anything, you knew that sometimes Ror was listening all the more deeply when her eyes were fixed on something else. But when you’d gotten it off your chest, she would look up at you again, her eyes oddly calm. “I don’t blame you one bit for bein’ nervous, little bee,” she’d say quietly. “But you don’t need to be, because nothin’ is gonna happen. I told you, and I intend to keep my word. So you just leave that part to me, okay?” And she’d smile that small, quiet smile that, while it was reassuring, also made you feel a little bit like she had something up her sleeve. (Which is odd in its own way, because she normally hates wearing sleeves.) But she’d be especially affectionate in the days between your diagnosis and the procedure, often hugging you soundlessly from behind, or sneaking a kiss on your cheek whenever you least expected it. When the pair of you slept, she’d fiddle with the ends of your hair until she dozed off, her other arm snugly over your waist.

Rora hates doctors for lots of reasons - partially because she saw her grandfather, her father, and now her brother deal with what she viewed as their failures, and partially because of her own experiences as a young girl with mental illness in the South when she was alive. That wouldn’t keep her from coming with you to your appointment, though, even if she had to wear a high-necked dress and a scarf over her hair in the Louisiana heat to hide her more interesting scars. No one would question the mysterious woman who followed you to the exam room, or the fact that she sat just in the corner of your eye the entire time. When the procedure was over with, she’d hold your hand the entire way out, and then immediately demand whichever of the boys she made drive you both there (probably Hector, but both if Maxi could make it) to take all of you to whatever junk food/dessert place was calling your name.

When you got the inevitable all-clear, she would beam, her smile sublime. “I told you it would all work out, petal,” she’d coo, planting lipstick kisses all over your face. Until she’d pause, leaning back. “Saves me from havin’ to harvest some doctors’ fingers, too. Thank god.” When you asked her what, exactly, she would’ve needed those for, she’d just shrug coyly with a smirk to mask. “That’s not a spell we need to cast right now, honey. Don’t you worry your pretty head about it.” Then the two of you would spend the entire evening doing absolutely nothing (until you took an interest in each other, that is.)

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I hope this helps at all, babe. 🖤 If we can do anything for you, don’t hesitate to let us know! Love you lots!! 🥰 Everything is gonna be fine, you’ll see!

Rora deeply dislikes doctors for all sorts of reasons -- a bit because her grandfather, her father, and now her brother frequently dealt/deal with what she perceives as their failures, a bit because of her own experiences with them when she was alive. But she’d be determined to go to your procedure, even if she had to wear a high neck and a scarf around her hair in the heat to cover up her more unusual scars. She wouldn’t be able to drive you, but she’d get one of the guys to do it if need be, and keep her hand on your thigh the entire ride over. Oddly, the doctors wouldn’t question the mysterious woman who followed you into the exam room from the waiting room - and she’d be quietly off to the side the entire time, just out of the corner of your eye. The minute you left, she’d be holding your hand all the way to the car, and immediately demand whichever of the guys she roped into driving (likely Hector, although both would come if they could) to stop by whatever fast food/dessert place was most speaking to you at the moment. You’d spend the rest of the night doing nothing at all (until you took an interest in each other, that is).

When you got the all-clear, she would just beam. “Good. I knew that. See? You’re gonna be fine, petal.” She’d enthusiastically pepper your face with lipstick kisses, until she’d pause at one point. “Saves me from havin’ to steal a bunch of doctors’ fingers, too. Thank god, that would’ve been such a pain.” When you asked her, perhaps somewhat hesitantly, what she wanted with those, she’d just shrug. “Never you mind, my rose. We won’t be needin’ that spell after all,” she’d say, her smile positively sublime.

#maxi vibes #hector vibes #rora vibes #nice people #linds!! 🖤💛 #the morvants and their readers #morvant comfort list #reader with medical issues #reader with medical anxiety #genderqueer reader #non binary reader #morvant mortuary

[bafflement]

Deaged Oz AU - Unfortunately, it translates...

Oz muttered to himself as he reached the quiet corner of the farm he'd been aiming for. Getting there had taken slightly longer than he'd anticipated, but his cane had been invaluable. He just hoped he'd have the time to fly, he'd felt so useless lately, a drain on Em and Oscar's resources. They said they were happy to host him, but... he couldn't really give much in return, like this. Flying would make him feel better, though.

Concentrating, he blurred into his avian form. Long ago, he'd chosen a Goshawk for the fact they were common, easy enough to overlook, but far from helpless. A smaller part of him had to admit he'd partially chosen it because they had been known to eat Ravens, too. She had rather annoyed him that day.

Stretching one wing, he froze. The wing itself felt wrong, the balance off in a way he'd never experienced before. Craning his head around to look, he was horrified to see a wing that was covered in a mottled brown down, pinfeathers sticking out at odd angles along the length.

This was just too much! Not only was his human form that of a child, but so was his avian one? All he'd wanted was to fly for a few minutes, be free in the air, but it looked like even that would be denied him. He let out a disgusted peeping sound at the thought and was suddenly very glad he couldn't blush like this. He even sounded like a baby bird! He heard, rather than saw, something overhead and blurred back into Oz, feeling vaguely terrified. Well, that was a failed experiment. Best to pretend it had never happened at all...

Several months later, Qrow, looking tired, cornered him.

"Hey, pocketsized? We could really have done with your eyes up there with me. I know you see better than I do as a bird, so what gives?"

Oz sighed, looking very small and very embarrassed. "How old am I, Qrow?" was all he said, sounding strangely defensive.

"Well, yeah, you're a kid, but... wait a sec... you mean?" Qrow started to laugh hysterically at the thought. "You're... a baby... bird? Show... me. Please, Oz. Show me?"

"No. I do not enjoy the feeling of being vulnerable, Qrow. It is already bad enough that I am trapped in the body of my ten year old self. I do not wish something to attempt to eat me. Besides, we're out in the open, nowhere near secure enough to attempt it again." Oz sounded very fed up, glaring up at Qrow who still hadn't stopped laughing.

Qrow kept pestering Oz every chance he got, until Oz finally, reluctantly gave in.

"When we are somewhere safe, and Qrow? You are not to take pictures of this, it's bad enough I have to experience the sensation twice, nobody else needs to know about this."

Qrow just shrugged and gestured towards the house they were staying in. "I'll make sure no big bad predators come and eat ya, pocketsized. But you promised, after all."

Going into one of the far bedrooms, Oz sat on the bed, looking very reluctant. He blurred into the hawk, just as small and just as vulnerable as he had been on the farm. Qrow seemed to melt at the sight, though he was laughing again. Thankfully, Oz could see no evidence of his scroll, so hopefully it wouldn't be recorded, at least? Qrow sighed and stopped laughing, blurring into his own bird form and flapping his way to the bed. Oz flinched slightly at this, but Qrow just tucked one wing protectively around him, drawing him partially underneath the bigger bird. Oz let out a plaintive peep as he was drawn underneath Qrow like an actual chick would be, but he was too small to fight the movement. The sound seemed to shake him out of whatever he'd been thinking, though and Qrow seemed to blink, before moving far enough away not to crush Oz and turning back into the huntsman.

"Sorry bout that, pocketsized. Was kinda instinct." Qrow was suddenly very red, looking stricken.

Oz turned back, too and sighed again, looking strangely conflicted. "I would appreciate you not doing that again, Qrow. Avian instincts aside, I never took you for the broody type." His words were light, but he was blushing just as red as Qrow was.

The incident was never recorded. Neither one spoke about it again.

Eventually, Ruby, too, cornered Oz. "Hey, professor? Quick question, you turned Qrow into a bird, does that mean you can transform into one, too?"

Oz sighed. "Miss Rose... I am currently ten years old. That age translates. Even if I could turn into a bird of some sort, and I'm not saying that I can, that animal would not be useful in any way. Also, no, I will not be feeding into your curiousity. Now please, drop this?"

Across the room, Qrow raised his flask in what was almost a salute, amusement dancing in his eyes. Ruby just pouted, but accepted that she wasn't going to find out any time soon.

#deaged oz au #professor ozpin #he smol #transformation #baby birb #qrow branwen #ruby rose #cloqwork #ozpin can transform into a bird #a hawk specifically #unfortunately he smol #and so is the bird #lil baby

[obitv]

DEADWOOD DEFENDERS - an au that asks a question literally nobody else has asked: what if things were FREAKIER!

dwd is an au where instead of being picked to become the prime defenders, all 3 of them (and later ashe) are kept in/sent to deadwood so WATCH doesnt have to worry about them, because theyre... a lot weirder

FYI - obviously this all takes place in deadwood, so im leaning a LOT into my own personal speculation and headcanons here. powers have also been toned down because i cant imagine a world with their current powers where theyd be hidden away no matter what this au version of WATCH thinks

THE GUYS!

william is a lot more dead from the outset, but not as bad as he is at current canon. he also has much less control over his powers and doesnt have ghostshaping. right before dakota and vyncent transfer, one of his best friends cory was reported to WATCH as having powers and because of this, his ghost hunting crew of the unwitness protection program have been reluctant to get up to their usual "fun". also theres definitely still monster attacks but theyre a lt less intense than they seemed to be in canon so nobody really connects the dots

dakotas also more dead!! well not really. but he is Very Aware he was dead for a bit, and WATCH is also very aware. he still had his martial arts training, and turned himself in to WATCH hoping he'd be sent to one of their training programs and get to be a real hero. but uh. WATCH had.. different ideas. and what better use for this kid with very clearly superntural shit going on than as a guide for this OTHER kid with supernatural shit that theyve been desperately trying to deal with!

vyncent is just trying his fucking best here. this version of fauna was a lot more "vengeful spirits" than dragons, and instead of the greats being confined to vyncents head he can see them as spirits and they can possess him, though hes still the only one who can hear them otherwise. WATCH had no fucking idea what to do with him, since they couldnt just toss this guy who doesnt even know what a phone is into deadwood (their favourite dumping ground for things hey dont want to worry about) alone. enter dakota!

when vyncent and dakota move to deadwood, theyre pretty much just.. given an apartment, money, the timetable for the school bus and very little else. however!! WATCH did the bare minimum and sends tide out to check on them every couple weeks or so. officially hes just there for a day to make sure theyre both still nebulusly alive and give them what money they need, check on their powers, that stuff. but unofficially he and dakota still manage to have their father-son dynamic but its a lot fucking funnier when they only see eachother once or twice a month and tide is banned from speaking with them unless its an emergency

"how do they meet?" i hear you ask. well. as far as WILLIAM knows, it was on his first day back after everyone got over him disappearing into the woods for a week and let him go to school again. but in reality he ran into them when he was still trying to get home post cliffdiving incident, looking like he just got mauled, and yelled at them for being in the woods because its dangerous before stumbling off in what was honestly . probably the wrong way. dakota doesnt realise it was william when he sees him in school and vyncent is honestly kinda intimidated by it and also is partially convinced william is some sort of spirit which. he isnt wrong. but he isnt fully right either. or a wereworld, because thats funny. but he isnt sure if theyre real in this world so he doesnt ask. he tries to ask dakota but all dakota knows about deadwood is "its weird" so he just says Yeah probably! and moves the fuck on

ashe is in this too!! since theres no pd in this au, nobody raided harttowa to capture wavelength until much later. while WATCH does still crack down on the operation, he has enough time to get the hell out of there with ashe. but since ashe never becomes friends with them, he gets a LOT riskier with his book and has An Incident. at this point, with watch AND overlord on his ass and his kid running the risk of dying or killing a lot of other people, he decides to move them to the only place too weird for heroes to go: deadwood! ashe is one of the only people who can safely go into the woods without getting horribly killed or changed, likely bc of the books protection. he'd meet william for the first time trying to figure out what the hell is going on, because of course he didnt ask if its ok to go into the haunted fucking woods, and william has to fucking bodily drag him out while explaining all the horrible death that happens there before realising OMG NEW WOODS FRIEND and begins assimilating her into the group

as for plot. um. ask me later. KIDDING ok but im only in the beginnings of one of those. this au is less mnm and more toned down call of cthulu, since thats what deadwood has been compared to a couple times before. mal and the spirit world still feature, but theres a lot more focus on trying to unravel the mysteries of this town and the woods around it while trying not to die or go insane or die worse

#very sorry if the formatting fucks up on this tumblr started fucking shitting itself for no reason over my bullet points #dwd au #prime defenders #jrwi #hi. back aagin in the maintags qith some crazylong deadwood post whats up #mypost #FYI OMG I FORGOT TO SAY IT. this au would NOT exist without the help of my dear friend jester tragicfaggots THANK YOU!!!!

[coffeeorsomething-irl]

Ch 5 of my Luke Skywalker x OC fic. First chapter and a brief explanation of wtf is this, here

Next chapter, here

@dailydragon08, @a-midwinter-night-dream-86

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Dance

The next day, she did sleep late, and was out at the gazebo when he found her. The air was cool, and the colors dulled by shade. She was a mess at first, having difficulty putting their physical contact the day prior out of her mind, but thinking it could probably be weird of her to hug him again so soon.

Her nerves gradually loosened as they talked, and he gently played with her fingertips.

But by the end of the night she hadn't quite amassed enough courage.

And by a few nights later, she still hadn't. She was curled up on the railing at the gazebo, her arms around her knees, thinking about him. Trying to be confident in the nature of his interest in her– trying to trust that he could, like her, like her, though no one ever had.

..The way he looked at her was so overwhelmingly warm. And some of the things he said, seemed to permit of really very little other interpretation.

…But it didn't fit. She had been alive for over two decades, she knew well how her world worked and who she was within it.. how others saw her, or didn't. And the possibility of this man's attraction, just… didn't, have a place, to fit.

So that a sizable part of her mind found it more likely that his words had no knowable interpretation, at all.

It had been a surfeit of emotion and impulse, that had driven her to hug him, before. She would never have suspected herself to be so bold. She hadn't expected him to be… so very responsive, either. …She had never been touched like that. Her father and a couple of governesses and even a kindly older noblewoman had hugged her, before, but… not like that. Not just.. almost indefinitely, like that. And not… intimate, like that. –It felt almost presumptive to use that word, but she didn't know how else to describe it to herself. He'd been… gentle.. slow… more expressive, than other people had been, before.

Somehow, this is what filled her mind. Not space, stars, and the laid-out planet. Not the mental experiences of the forest animals. Just this.

She swallowed. She wanted it, again. But she was too nervous and in her head to touch him, impulsively, like she had..

"…Hey, Ciri."

She stirred, starting, and looking around to find him, as he came up beside her. ..No matter what had just been in her mind, seeing him was always so lovely..

"..H-Hi, Luke," she smiled, slightly nervous, in his presence, even as the ache of waiting for him finally ebbed.

He put his hands on the railing, and leaned on them. "..You thinking about something?"

She flushed, much more brilliantly than she'd like, though luckily it was turning towards dusk, and glanced down. Obviously she couldn't possibly discuss it with him.. right? "Um, y-yeah…kinda… um, n-nothing much," she said, internally wincing as the deflection sounded lame even to her own ears.

He gave her a soft look, and a small, kind smile. "…Well I only ask, because you feel agitated to me.. a bit differently, from usual." Then he blushed. "I hope everything is alright. …Maybe I can help take your mind off of it?"

She hesitated, then smiled.. Sort of relieved he was respectful of her reluctance to talk about it. "M-maybe you can," she allowed, bashfully.

"Wish me luck."

A chuckle escaped her.

"...No, seriously," he said, his tone sounding not very.

Her chuckle came louder, and she indulged him, "O-ok, good luck, Luke."

He grinned. "Thanks! …So, I kind of outed myself today."

"Outed? Yourself?" she asked with curiosity.

"Yeah. Do you know Puske?"

She nodded that she did. "Yes, some."

"…Well, he was coming into the conference hall this afternoon with all these documents, big scrolls and things, in his arms… I think he could hardly see around it all… and I had my chair a bit further back than everyone else, and he tripped, on the chair leg. ..Um. And I caught him, with the Force. All his scrolls and everything, that were flying. …He, uh… he eeped? …He was all thrown forward, off his balance, foot up in the air, scrolls half out of his arms already, just frozen there, and he made this frightened little noise… I felt bad, for scaring him, but.. I would have felt bad for letting him fall, too. Especially since it was my chair. …And I kinda had to right him, too, as I put him down, so he wouldn't just collapse.. Which was awkward.

..So I apologized, for tripping him, and for scaring him, but.. He didn't know what to say I guess, he… um, well, he didn't say much of anything, really, mostly he just bowed, which was a struggle with all his stuff, and got off to his seat as fast as possible. Like he'd inconvenienced me, almost; I felt so bad… And then I looked around and obviously everyone is just staring at me. So I apologized to the table." He laughed, in embarrassment. "Your father said it was fine, but… …Somehow I don't think they'd actually understood, before?"

She was laughing, worries for the moment quite forgotten. "Oh…Of course not! How could they?"

"..I think Puske might be a little scared of me, now," he said dejectedly.

"Aww, Luke.. well, maybe so, but I know that man. He's an idiot."

He chuckled, quietly. "Ciri..!"

"He is! He relentlessly fails to understand how the princess would be able to dress this way, practically, and even after years I still sometimes hear him yabbering about it in my father's ear. Give up! ..I-I'd like to say.."

"–Really? I should have let him fall," he said, indignant.

She smiled broadly, pleased by his support. "…No, it's better this way," she assured him, "He'll never forget this. Thank you, Luke!"

He laughed. "You're welcome, Ciri. ..Any other persistently rude people I can scar, for you?"

"Well…" she pretended to consider.

"-I mean, besides the one," he clarified, with faint distaste.

She chuckled. "Actually just her would be enough. …Kidding," she added, just in case.

"Right," he agreed, "I wouldn't…not on purpose, anyway. Wouldn't want to ruin my welcome, in your court. ..It'd make it harder to see you, I can't have that."

She sniffed, with bashful amusement, both flattered and taken aback. He'd come here for her father and his ministers, not for her. Yet that wasn't how he made her feel.

"…You're feeling better," he observed.

"-Y-yes, I am, Luke. Thank you. You're very effective."

"Just doing my best."

She grinned, feeling so very pleased to know him.

"You're a star," she said, half by accident, and wished she hadn't.

He chuckled. "You're flattering me.."

She blushed. "M-maybe.. Um, well no, I… r-really.." she struggled to finish admitting the remark had been genuine, for honesty's sake, "m-meant it, I guess.."

"–Aww.. Ciri, thank you," he rescued her, warmly, "you're very sweet to me." And he put his hand over hers, beside her on the railing.

She flushed stronger, somehow.

He was watching her kindly, head a little cocked. "…um… So, there's something I was going to ask you, tonight."

She struggled to keep her voice level.

"..Y-yeah, Luke?"

He looked down and blushed, opened his mouth, then smiled ruefully at himself and his bashfulness. When he blinked and spoke, his voice had suddenly become almost cautiously soft. "…Would you like to dance with me, Ciri?"

She gulped, loudly she was sure, and stared.

His face was marked red, brightly, from his cheeks to his ears. Somehow, it made her feel a little more confident.

"Right.. right now?" she confirmed, faintly.

"Yeah…now." He laughed, sheepish, and briefly ducked his head, then looked up at her with a small, inviting smile. "…Promise that it's not that bad…I'll make it painless…"

She flushed with blood, hearing that promise.

"um… Y-yeah, s-sure," she managed, in a low voice.

"Yeah?"

She nodded.

He grinned so widely, splitting his face into smile lines. Almost like a happy puppy. She couldn't help but laugh, a little.

"Thank you, Ciri! I know it probably seems strange. But I promise not to make you regret it."

She snuffed, at the cuteness of his eagerness.

"..Don't worry, I trust you completely."

For some reason, that just seemed to make him more embarrassed, stopping up his words temporarily and sending his face into a mask of unreadable, yet unmistakably tender, emotion.

He cleared his throat, as he recovered, and laughed at himself. He was truly reddened, now - all the way up to his forehead. "Ciri, you send me into fits," he explained, then asserted, "..It really isn't fair. …Now, please come here."

Composing himself, he stepped back, into the gazebo's center, clearing the way for her to disrail… then holding out his ungloved hand, as she quietly approached.

She took it. He was warm, as always, and it made him smile.

"OK… Stand about this close, for now," he said hushedly, as she drew in nearer him. "So our toes don't quite touch… And put your free hand on my shoulder." Meanwhile, his fingers clad with hers, and his gloved hand slid onto her waist. "Great. ..Now we're ready. Simple, huh? Not hard at all.."

..It was actually kind of a torment, to be so close to him, her hand upon his form, and not be closer still.

She snorted. "T-this isn't even the dancing part, Luke," she said instead.

He blushed, and grinned, a little lopsided. "No…I guess it's not. ..You're right, the hard part is yet to come. But I'll teach you something simple.. Follow my lead, princess. …When I step forward, you step backward, to match me, Ok?" His voice was soft, and sweet.

"Y-yeah, Ok.." she managed.

"Great. Look down, to our feet. And here we go… First we'll do your left," he breathed, then moved his booted foot slowly forward, and she stepped back to shadow him. "…Then your right…"

"And again… and again…"

And she matched him, again.

She glanced up, at his face. He caught the peripheral motion, lifted his eyes to meet hers…and gave her a cute little smile, with just the corners of his lips. "…Now to the side, beautiful," he said gently, and she blushed, and looked back down, to mirror him. "We'll go left… once… twice…"

His instructions softly continued, "And now back… with the right… and the left… And sideways, to the right…," and their feet stepped in sync, around the gazebo floor, according to his direction. As the simple pattern to their path emerged, the steady rhythm of the dance slowly settled in.

"…Do you remember it?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah, I think so…"

"Show me… look up..?"

She did, into his limpid, soft blue eyes, and gulped. His lips gave her just the suggestion of a smile, on one side… Then he breathed, "Back on your left…," and she realized that down below their locked eyes he was stepping forward, and quickly stepped back, catching up. He grinned. "On your right…"

She kept up more diligently, and he gradually spoke softer, let her rely more and more on memory, as they went around… until his whispered instructions were so quiet she could barely hear them.. and then they had dropped beneath his breath, and only the periodic motion of his lips told her, that he was speaking them to himself, still.

His eyes made her almost breathless. Normally she'd never let hers… linger, so long, on him… But there seemed little else to do, but to look. He was looking at her… something open and soft, was waiting for her, in his pretty eyes. The skin of his face had settled, to an appealing pink flush, highlighting his cheeks, nose, and ears. With those eyes and lightly lined cheeks and that blush and the little cleft in the center of his rounded chin… he was positively adorable.

…She realized he'd stopped counting out their steps. His lips had stilled, slightly parted, as he gazed…

And soon after, she choked up. Her breath catching in her throat, she had to stop moving, dropped his gaze, and started sighing at herself.. a little ruefully.

"..It's Ok, Ciri," his voice nudged in warm reassurance, his fingers gently pressing her hand, "That was great. ..See? Not so hard… I told you you'd get it…"

She smiled, gratefully, and looked back up into his pretty, gentle face. "Y-You think I did Ok? …Y-eah, not so b-bad…," she agreed.

"You were wonderful," he confirmed, smiling with soft sweetness, "..At least, if you made a mistake, I was much too caught up looking at your pretty face to notice. …Do you like it?"

"Th.. The dance?"

"-Dancing.. with me," he corrected, with a downward glance and a blush.

"I… um y-yeah, I l-like it.." she admitted, with an embarrassed laugh, "It's… it's kinda great. Weirdly. Um…f-fun.."

She saw pleasure pass over his face, and settle into a happy smile. "..I like it, too," he said gently, "…I haven't really appreciated it much, before… But it seems you make things different. I guess your partner really does matter."

She blushed, strongly. "You can't even… do something more complicated than a square, with me," she protested.

"Please. I'm sure you can manage other shapes, that was just the simplest one to start with." He hesitated, then suggested with a shyly sly smile, "..Would you like to try something pretty complex?"

She laughed. "Um, Luke, I don't think you heard me…"

He chuckled, gently, and his smile broadened. "I heard you, princess… but I was kinda thinking, that you could stand on my boots."

"S-Stand…on you…?" she echoed faintly.

He smiled, with confirmation. "Yeah. –You wouldn't hurt me, if you're worried about that."

She snuffed, with embarrassed laughter. "O-ok.. ..And, y-you're going to help me stay balanced? 'Cause…"

"-Of course. You have my word."

That made her smile.

..Then she laughed, at herself, and at the situation. Surely she'd look a buffoon. "…L-Luke, i-isn't this..kind of a lot? I mean, d-don't I..seem like a burden, a bit?"

He blushed fabulously, eyes falling down. "You're never a burden," he said softly, his earnest tone making her laughter still.. then he bashfully admitted, "….Well, um.. I guess what I'd really like to do here is, close up these last few inches, between us..? they're niggling at me. and you getting on top of me sounds like a perfect plan to do that, so.."

She felt a hole poke through her stomach, leaving its contents to begin messily leaking out.

"O-o-oh.. um, oh, I see," she stammered, uselessly.

"So..," he smiled, crookedly cute, in embarrassment, "..if, that's, something you might be up for…"

"..u-um, y-y-yeah, I, it is, ah.."

"…then my boots are available."

Blushing brilliantly, and tightly biting her lip, she nodded.. then lifted her foot and placed it, experimentally, over his. "-Luke, are you sure about this?" she couldn't help but ask, quickly, before she put her weight down.

"I'm sure," he confidently confirmed, then promised, "..If you're heavy, or unbalanced, I'll support you, with the Force."

She huffed an awkward laugh. "Alright, then…" And she stepped up, onto him… his hand smoothed over to the small of her back, holding her in place, and she located her other boot over his.. and then there she was. Propped up on him, and very close, indeed.

Trying to breath evenly, she watched the cartilage of his larynx bob as he swallowed… then she felt his arm around her tighten… Just enough to pull her body the rest of the way in, flush against his. She accidentally gasped, as she made contact. He was stunningly warm.. and.. real seeming, somehow. His shoulders were broad and strong, under her arm, which had wrapped round behind his neck of its own accord. His breath gusted gently across her forehead, as he sighed. "There…," he mouthed almost silently, "…now, how's that?"

"y-yeah, i-i-it's g-great..," she offered, when in truth, she was in ecstasy.

He smiled, pleased with her response, and gently nudged against her forehead. "It is great, I quite agree..," he breathed, with soft humor. Their fingers were tightly clasped, in their other hands. He smelled… intoxicating..

"..Now…That we've got the important part worked out… I'll support you, pretty Ciri, so please don't worry…just stay loose..and flow, with me. We'll start on your left… are you ready, princess?"

She had the presence of mind, to nod for him. "..Mm… Mm-hmm.."

"Alright… Here we go… forward…" And he started moving, his foot softly stepping back… and almost to her surprise, hers followed easily forward.

He kept his pace slow and steady, and softly called out the steps as they went, in his low, kind voice. "Back… back… forward… back… now a turn, left, sweeping, 180 degrees…" She let his legs move her, as he stepped. Her body seemed to melt fluidly along his lines. She felt so stable, up against him…lain out along him.

Even though he was the only one really moving, he was still reporting the steps to her, and did it with reference to her left and right, not his. How considerate, this man who'd captured her interest was, she had cause to be noting yet again.

…She tightened her arm, about his neck, and tucked her head in, against him. The sedate, almost rocking quality to their motion, his soft voice, his warm body, his animal scent, were soothing…in a way, she'd very seldom experienced. It made her sigh, shudder, and relax… and still, he quietly narrated their steps, as he smoothly danced her 'round, and time passed on and on.

"W-what is this?" she eventually asked, in a hushed whisper… after they'd danced it, for some time, so that she'd gradually gotten a feel for its lilting patterns.

"It's Alderaanian," he replied, gently, "A grand, old waltz… From my sister's vanished home. ..Do you like it?"

"…I like it, Luke," she answered, "very much."

"…I told you, dancing would be fun. Not to gloat, but.. Well, maybe to gloat just a little."

"I-I don't mind, i-if you gloat.."

That made him grin. "hmm…you're cute, Ciri. I'm gloating…"

Her face flooded, with heat, and her heart picked up its rhythm. He squeezed her tight… and she realized, he had probably felt her response. That was oddly relieving… perhaps because it meant, that there was less to hide, than she might fear. His breath lightly ruffled her hair.

In a little while she had recovered, and spoke softly, "You said her home… disappeared?"

"Yes.. Alderaan. It was destroyed… by the Empire, during the war. The entire planet, all gone. To hear her speak of it, it was beautiful beyond compare… and a last stronghold of the cultural heritage of the Old Republic. Now all that remains.. are these fragments, bits of culture, passed on by survivors who were offworld."

Her grip on him had tightened, as she tried to conceptualize the scale of the loss. "Luke…," she started, but didn't know what to say.

The waltz moved on, softly, around her trouble.

"…Luke, I'm sorry," she tried at last, "…I-it's too sad, for me to say it's sad. …A world shouldn't..die like that…"

"Everything dies," he whispered in reply, "Though, not usually.. unnaturally, like that. …You're right. It's too sad."

"I'm glad your sister was safe," she said quietly.

He smiled, a little. "..Me too. In fact.. most of the galaxy has cause to be glad of that."

"She sounds amazing, really.."

"She is.. There wouldn't be a New Republic, if not for her."

She paused..then laughed, quietly. "What a family of overachievers."

He started chuckling. "Force, for good or ill, I guess we kind of are…"

A moment passed, quietly.

"…Leia would be pleased… for this step to be practiced, in this place," he murmured softly; and then he smiled, a small, secret thing. "Maybe I'll tell her…"

"I-if, it would make her happy.."

"I think it would."

As silence briefly fell, she wondered what he might say, exactly… if he'd tell his sister anything about her, and if he did.. what would it be?

"…You make me happy," he whispered into the quiet.

"I..I do?" she whispered, startled out of her thoughts.

"Yeah… You make me happier than I've been in years."

There was a pause. "…You make me happy too, Luke. V-very, very happy..," she admitted softly.

He grinned, gently, up where she couldn't see. "It's good..the feeling's not one-sided…That would be very unfortunate..for me.."

She blushed. "…o-or… me..," she eventually managed.

His eyes lowered. "Well.. there's no need to worry about that," he breathed into her hair, "..I'm captured, Ciri.. My interest is fixed."

"f-f-fixed…?" she stumbled, a question frozen in her heart. Time floated on, around her.

She was acutely aware, of each and every point and sheet of contact between them. His body was excruciatingly warm, and… soft-yet-firm…gently breathing…and it was him holding her stomach up against it so securely, arm tight around her lower back, as he guided her around the gazebo.

"Yes…. After all, what percentage of my time, these past few days, have I spent thinking about.. just, maybe twenty minutes or so that you had me in your arms, one day last week..?" he mused, softly rhetorical. Her breath indrew and caught, for him to say a thing like that..

She didn't know what she should say, in reply. Her jaw felt weak. Though he'd told her at the time it'd been.. special, to him, too, she hadn't guessed… that he could possibly be thinking of it, like she had. Almost obsessively.

"I.. I don't know..?" Her voice sounded small and unsure, to her ears.

She felt his breath exhale in a slow snuff, at her response.

"…I don't know either, I wasn't actually keeping track,” he admitted, “But I can tell you that it was a lot."

"…A.. a lot. …R-really?" ..And she wished to have eased the hopefulness in her tone.

"really.. I know I mentioned this before, Ciri, but…" He sighed, and shifted slightly. "..this is just so comfortable, and sweet, to me.. It gives me a sense of peace. ..You touch me very differently, from how I've been used to, princess. And I'm a fan.."

Her heart pounded. "o-ohh?" she stammered.. Him, a fan. To imagine.

He hesitated, then his nose nudged into her as he added quietly into her hair, "..will you have me think up more excuses for it? You know that I will…"

Her breath came out, audibly, and she trembled a little. His arm tightened upon them, in response. She cast about for a reply, but what could she possibly say? She was far out of her depth.

He bit his lip, where she couldn’t see.

"..Forgive me, Ciri, if I've over-stepped. I don't mean to be pushy."

The withdrawal knocked some words loose for her. "-Y-you're not," she began, in protest. Then she paused. …Then went with the truth, "–I haven't.. I-I haven't ever been..," and her voice dropped, “t-touched.. much, Luke.. J-just my governesses, or.. dad, have.. h-hugged m-me…um, ..so…it's kind of w-wonderful, and I-I've been.. th-thinking.. about it, too.."

She felt him swallow, his cheek rub along her head and his arm tighten reassuringly, around her back.

After a moment, he breathed, "..You know princess, you're much too kind, sweet, and intriguing, to be so alone."

She blushed uncontrollably, and helplessly hid her face. Her palm, in their clasped hands, tried rubbing against his, and he reciprocated. His shoulders under her arm felt dependable and solid, as his breath. He smiled faintly. "…and I haven't been touched at all either, in quite a long time.. by the way..," he added gently.

Truly? When he was so, surprisingly cuddly. And always so pleasant. "…w- …why?" she hesitantly enquired.

"...I've been…," he started, then trailed away… and finished more firmly, "…I haven't really known anyone, whose touch interested me, in a long while."

His explanation, made her feel a little sad for him, somehow.

"Oh…I-I don't understand, w-what would make me.. so different," she whispered carefully, after a while.

He smiled warmly. "..I guess it's hard to describe. ..perhaps I'd just say….," he delicately sighed, "..that you touch me, like I'm really here."

She swallowed, with a frown, intuiting a little, of what might lay in his past. Gently, she slipped her fingers from his, and slid her arm around his body, to hold him better.. and squeezed him determinedly, her whole might engaged.

He stopped moving, tucked his freed arm in around her, and held her almost as tightly in return.

"..Well I think I'd rather not be touched at all, than it be l-like.. like that," she told him quietly, "I'm sorry, Luke. ..You deserve much, much better."

Face ducked into her hair, he sighed, "…I'd rather you not be touched like that too. Thank you, Ciri. We both do."

“...are you Ok?” she whispered.

And she felt his snuff vibrate up from his throat, and his cheek rubbing against her, as he nodded with a small smile. “Yeah, princess, I’m Ok. There's no need to worry, really.. I've been feeling fair wonderful, for weeks now, actually. so thank you..”

She blushed, and exhaled a tiny snorted laugh, through her nose. "k. I really do, care, about you, Luke..”

He buried her in his body, so tenderly, that it took her breath away. “..And I care about you.”

Slowly, some of the tension ebbed out of her muscles, and she started stroking him, gently, experimentally, with her palms. ..If his little shivers were any indication, he seemed to enjoy it.

Eventually, he eased up on her. He cast his eyes down, drew back and placed a sweet kiss, in the center of her forehead. “I’m having the most wonderful time, with you, as usual. How about you?”

She laughed, against her will, and tried not to hide her face against him in embarrassment. “I-I am too, Luke,” she shyly confessed.

“..Wanna see something new, my lovely princess?”

She nodded, smiling. “Yeah…I think I would.”

So he showed her another step.

She felt almost glued to him, by the time the night was done… yawning, in his arms, and lightly closing her eyes. "Let me take you home, pretty Ciri," he whispered with soft amusement, when he noticed she'd almost started dropping off, on him. "..mm," she nodded, against his chest.

"sorry, to keep you out so late," he whispered, to her hair.

"mm… naw, I don't mind," she protested.

"you're practically napping on me," he returned, amused.

"..y-yeah, maybe almost, sorry… you're.. You’re comfy."

"no apologies," he sniffed, "I don't mind…. But, I feel bad. It's selfish of me.. keeping you out like this, just to hold onto you longer. ..I’ve gotta get you into bed, princess."

She giggled at that, drowsily. And roused, and nudged herself more awake, in his arms.

Then came the unfortunate process of separating from him… he held her while she stepped down, to the ground. It felt almost unaccustomed, to support her own weight, after all that time spent letting him move her and trusting in his embrace.

He was looking at her gently. It made her blush, and smile, and glance down.

"You Ok?" he prompted her.

"Y-yeah, I'm good."

“K,” and he softly removed his hands from her waist. She swayed a little, not having realized how she’d been relying on him for balance.

He grinned, steadying her. “You can walk, or should I carry you?”

She blushed. “I’m fine, Luke, I can walk,” she laughed lightly.

"K." He waited to see that she was, then reached for her hand… delicately clasping her fingers. "Let's go, Ciri," he breathed. She grinned at him, and walked close by his side, down the steps and across the lawn.

"..I feel like you get less sleep than me, and are also less tired," she remarked, waking up a bit from the walking.

"I'm an oddity."

"It doesn't bother you?"

"…Sometimes I use a Force-trance, to rest more efficiently.”

“Lucky.”

“It comes in handy,” he allowed. "My apologies… for any adverse effects I've been having on your rest, princess."

"It's fine," she smiled, blushing, "W-well worth it."

That made him smile and cast his eyes on her, fondly.

When they arrived before her door, he lifted his fingers delicately to her cheek, and swept a bit of hair carefully behind her ear. He leaned in, and brushed his soft lips gently against her forehead…

"I had so much fun tonight.. I couldn't even describe," he murmured, bellyless.

"N-not as much…as me, I bet," she replied.

He smiled, affectionately. "Wanna compete to see which of us enjoys the other the more?" he offered with amusement.

"N-not really," she admitted.

"Probably for the best," he admitted back. "…are you going to be alright, Ciri?"

"..Y-yeah, um…of course."

"Kay… you're all filled up, on affection?"

She blushed, strongly, and chuckled, and smiled… reached out and grabbed his hand. Loving to be treated this way. "Yes, Luke, I think I am…thank you, for that."

"It's my great pleasure, princess.." And he bent, to her ear, to whisper, "I really hope you'll sleep well, tonight, Ciri. ..And I'm already looking forward to seeing you, tomorrow." He grazed his lips, on her temple.

She put her arms around him, gave him a real tight squeeze, and, emboldened by his manner, rose up onto her toes to press a simple kiss to his cheek. His skin was warm, and soft..

A soft sigh rose from him, as he swiftly turned his head and returned the gesture. "Thank you, Ciri..”

She blushed, both embarrassed and pleased, for him to have noted it so. "Y-you're welcome, L-Luke." And she nuzzled, lightly into his chest, and swallowed, with a frown.

..Would she feel too nervous to touch him again, tomorrow?

He seemed to realize something of what had suddenly troubled her, for he whispered a teasing promise into her hair,

“..If you feel nervous, later, Ciri.. don’t worry about it. I’m sure I’ll think of another excuse to get close to you again, soon..shy girl..”

It made her gasp, and tighten her grip. What did a person say, to that?

..In the end, she knew she had to be brave enough to encourage him, if she could. “…P-please do,” she whispered, a little hoarsely, and he grinned toothily in pure pleasure.

"Of course.. my princess, leave it to me. I will not, disappoint.."

She flushed, with anticipation. Somehow, she had become the luckiest person in the castle.

In a few minutes, she reluctantly relaxed her grip, and softly raised her head to blink up at him. He wore a warm blush. He smoothed his palm against her cheek, and kissed her forehead.

Then she let him go. "G-good… Good night.."

"Good night, Ciri," he said with a gentle smile… his hands softly returning, to his sides as he stepped back. His smile was the sweetest thing… She returned it, her chest brimming with affection for him.

Then she went in to her door, and left him.. pushed back against it as it closed, and sighed, letting her head roll to the side.

Their relationship, was the most peculiar and wondrous thing, she'd ever known. It was almost exhausting.

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“Come on guys, the food stalls aren't going to eat themselves!”

An energetic boy could be seen running around the different holiday themed booths scattered around Fountain Square, all the while dragging along two figures that happened to be his friends— Union Leaders Ephemer and Skuld.

He'd dragged them out of working all day to celebrate the Holidays in Daybreak Town. It would be joyous for sure!

What do you mean I've had this on AO3 for almost a month but didn't post about it? 👀 In any case, here's my piece for this year's Hearts for the Holidays zine! Focused on Ephemer, Skuld and Player~

Working on this zine was such a happy experience, and even though this was it's last run, I will always look back at it with fondness. Enjoy!

“Come on guys, the food stalls aren't going to eat themselves!”

An energetic boy could be seen running around the different holiday themed booths scattered around Fountain Square, all the while dragging along two figures that happened to be his friends— Union Leaders Ephemer and Skuld.

Ephemer was the more enthusiastic of the two, trying to keep up the pace with a chuckle escaping his lips. “Alright, just slow down will you? It's not like they're closing anytime soon!”

Skuld on the other hand, was slightly more reluctant towards the idea of running around in the chilly winter night, especially with nothing but her casual jacket and skirt to keep her warm. “Y-Yeah, Ephemer's right. It's also getting kinda late, and we still have stuff to take care of back at the Clocktower with the others.”

The boy came to a halt at that statement, quickly turning around to face his friends with a pout forming on his lips. “There's still so much stuff to do, so of course we have to hurry if we want to try it all! Also I thought we said no Union Leader business while we're here! You guys have been working too hard, so you need some time off!”

Skuld and Ephemer exchanged a look for a moment, and could only sigh in defeat as they realized they wouldn't be able to get out of this.

Their friend had arrived at the Clocktower as a pleasant surprise a few hours earlier— He was accompanied by his Chirithy and carrying a satchel full of small gifts for everyone inside. It was then that he asked the duo to come with him to the Holiday Festival being held in Daybreak Town, which was actually a new tradition that the current Union Leaders had implemented as a means to keep wielders happy.

Neither of the two had even considered attending the festivities themselves, especially since they still had so much to get done. But the boy wouldn't take no for an answer, and began telling them that they'd been working for too long, that they hadn't seen each other in a while because of this, and that a break was quite overdue.

It was a touching gesture to have their friend worry about them like that, but they didn't want to just leave everything to the others either, since it just wouldn't feel fair. Or at least that's what they'd thought, until Ven stepped up and told them not to worry and leave the rest to them.

“If anyone deserves some fun, it's you two. You've been cooped up in here longer than all of us combined! Brain, Lauriam and I can handle the rest, so just get going already before we change our mind!” Ven had said as he winked and pushed the trio out the door with a simple wave of goodbye.

And that brought them to present times, out in the middle of the bustling streets with their friend trying his best to make them have a good time.

Skuld smiled slightly as she wrapped her arms around herself for warmth. “I guess you're right. We could stay, but only for a little while!”

Ephemer chimed in with a teasing smile in the girl's direction. “Come on Skuld. I think the others can handle a night without us, don't you?”

With a roll of her eyes, Skuld merely walked over to the albino and quickly removed his signature red scarf from around his neck, and consequently wrapping it around her own. She began walking towards a cookie stand. “Whatever you say, leader! Now let's get this over with!”

“H-Hey, I'm cold too!”

“Try being a gentleman for once, Ephemer. At least until we've had something to eat!”

After the debacle was settled, the trio began their journey through the many delicious dessert booths put together by various moogles. Everything from cookies to gingerbread to cake— their munny pouches were empty by the time nightfall rolled around.

As they started walking through Waterfront Park to admire the delicate snowflakes falling, Chirithy stopped for a moment and widened their eyes at a display that they quickly pointed out to the others. “Oh wow! What's that?”

The trio stopped at the little Dream Eater's inquiry, and were greeted with a lovely sight. A group of Keyblade wielders was standing on top of a stone partition, dressed up from head to toe in jolly festive clothing, and singing their little hearts out for the small gathering of people around them.

Skuld smiled and pet Chirithy's head. “It's nothing too out of the ordinary. They're just singing carols.”

“Carols?” The cat-like spirit's ears perked at the unknown word.

“Basically they're songs that are reserved for the holidays because of how cheerful they are!” The Chirithy's wielder spoke with a pep in his voice, which almost instantly morphed into a gasp as he turned to his companions with an eager grin. “What if we gave it a try?”

“Us? Singing carols?!” Skuld's voice squeaked out as a blush spread across her cheeks.

Chuckling at the unusual display, Ephemer leaned against his male friend with a sly smirk on his face. “What's wrong, Skuld? I mean, we did say we were trying everything, and I think caroling would be a good part of the experience.”

Trying to regain some dignity, the ravenette furrowed her eyebrows slightly. “We never said we'd do everything. Also, are you telling me that you'd be willing to stand up there and do what they're doing?”

As the albino was getting ready to reply, the other boy in the group chimed in with a nod. “It's not as hard as you think it is! Plus if we do it together, it won't be embarrassing, but fun! Let's go!”

Before anyone could protest, the boy along with his Chirithy walked over to the singing wielders. As they finally finished the song, he spoke out to one of the members who seemed to be the leader of the group. “Hi there! Do you guys have room for three more?”

The group of wielders was stunned for a moment, only to end up nodding as they urged the boy to come up with them. He turned to his friends, and called them over, which promptly got stares and whispers from the people around them. Both Skuld and Ephemer felt their cheeks warm up at the sudden spotlight placed upon them.

Powering through it, the duo walked over and waved hello to the group of singing wielders, who returned the greeting cheerfully as they began passing them some spare instruments they had in hand— both boys were given single bells, while Skuld received a tambourine.

A minute went by while the group decided on their next song, and during that time all the Union Leaders could do was stand still awaiting their fate in despair.

Eventually, one of the singing wielders began strumming at their guitar and humming gently. The trio perked up at the tune, since they recognized the song and exchanged looks of relief as they at least knew what song they were supposed to be playing.

“Hot in the collar over there, leader?” Skuld whispered as she noticed Ephemer's tight grip on the bells.

“Can't be hot with this weather since a little thief took my scarf. But I'm sure once we're done, she'll give it back like any good friend would.” Ephemer retorted, but quickly chuckled softly as he was caught.

“You two call yourselves Union Leaders but can't stand being in front of a little crowd? Kingdom Hearts, please protect our Keyblade legacy…” The duo's friend joined in on the teasing as he pretended to pray towards the sky, earning a smack on the back by the ravenette.

“Fine! Forgive me for having stage fright. Though I guess I'm glad that if I'm dying of embarrassment, I'm taking you two down with me.” The girl whispered a bit harshly, but then smiled at her friends backing her up.

“It's better than being inside a tower doing paperwork all day, right?” The boy smiled with glee towards the duo, who each returned it slightly.

“It is. Maybe we can do this again next year.” Skuld suggested.

“It's a date.” Ephemer replied with a nod.

After what seemed like forever, the song finally began with the leader of the singing wielders belching out the lyrics with great joy that was contagious. The boys tried keeping up with the backup as they shook their bells in time with everyone else's, but were still slightly off, which caused them to chuckle.

Skuld did the same with her tambourine, as well as chime in every once in a while with backup vocals that were not in tune at all, but she could care less as she giggled in glee along with other people in the crowd.

Perhaps some time off was overdue, and spending it with friends was the best thing the Union Leaders could do. They might've had less time to spend together, but that didn't mean that they should stop seeing each other completely.

They would enjoy every moment they could, no matter how small.

And that was a promise.

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