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semiferalstreetcoyote · 9 months

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ok i wanted to do something for croma week rlly bad and since i'm not that confident in my art skills i wrote a fanfic :) its only about 2k words, i've never really done this before tho so i hope it turned out ok lol (ignore that it’s a day late)

“Did Lord Death really need to rent a venue this far away?”

“Maka, keep your fucking eyes on the road!”

“I wouldn’t need to keep looking back and forth if you read off the directions like you were supposed to!”

Soul grumbled something about the ‘straightforward’ instructions under his breath in reply. When Maka glanced at him, his dirty sneakers that he had insisted on wearing were smudging the dashboard and he was very clearly watching a Minecraft parkour video. Despite the lack of space in the back, she was regretting giving him shotgun privileges. She could have made room somewhere. Overlooking the trunk was too generous a move.

In the rearview mirror she checked on her passengers. Kid sat in the middle seat – the ‘bitch seat’, as Patti refused to stop calling it. Liz and Patti sat on either side in matching white dresses. Their outfits had been painstakingly planned out by Kid weeks in advance. On each side of his chest he wore a perfectly positioned white boutonniere.

“Kid,” Maka asked into the mirror, “why is your dad going to all this trouble? Couldn’t we just do this on school grounds?”

“He mentioned something-or-other about wanting to do ‘something normal’ for the student body. I believe all of this is wildly unnecessary, but… you know Dad.”

“Ah.”

“Maka, that’s – that’s the turn. You’re missing it. Get the – no, the sign with the balloons on it. Maka!”

“I got it! Stop yelling in my damn ear, Soul!”

The venue that Lord Death had chosen was rectangular and beige, with large cardboard letters that spelled ‘PROM’ adorning the entrance. They weren’t lit up and so they loomed in the darkness above the students. Even though the little parking lot, too, was dim, it was clear that most of the spots were taken.

“Maka, your clock reads eight-o’-four,” chirped Kid from the back seat. “Prom started at eight o’ clock. Your clock is fast, right?”

Soul sighed. “Calm down, Kid. Ever heard of being fashionably late? It’s cool.”

“I don’t see what’s ‘cool’ about being late.”

“Yep, that checks out.”

“Frankly, I don’t need somebody who wears Air Jordans to a formal event lecturing me on what’s ‘cool’ and what isn’t.”

“Both of you please shut up.” Maka swerved into a free space at the end of the lot and the jolt, thankfully, quieted the bickering men.

Black Star and Tsubaki stood outside the entrance and greeted the group when they arrived, by leaping up and down and waving, respectively. Soul ran ahead and ended up in a headlock, his friend shaking him around like a dog with a toy. Maka chuckled under her breath. Black Star was Soul’s reason for showing up at the micro-event. Neither of them could miss such a cool, super-cool gathering of coolness.

As soon as Maka stepped inside, she was snow-blind. Had Lord Death decided on ‘the color white’ as the theme? White streamers, white paper lining the floor, and was that a cutout of a polar bear in the corner? It had to be. The disappointment that hit Maka did not seem to affect Soul and Black Star in the slightest. Both of them trotted off to explore. Tsubaki, now separate from her friend, crept up to Maka.

“Hi, Maka.”

“Hi, Tsubaki! How did getting Black Star up here go?”

“He tried to wear one of those dollar sign necklaces. He… has a sense of style!”

Maka grimaced. “He sure has one.”

“Crona is already here, by the way. I saw them in the window while we were waiting for you.”

Maka would have been content staying at home studying the whole night. Crona was her reason to go. Prom was nothing more than an excuse to see the people you adore, after all, and the more time she spent with them, the more her affection grew.

“Really? Where are they?”

“Over there.”

Tsubaki pointed to what appeared to be a snack bar. Crona stood crooked beside a wide punch bowl, observing the dancers on the floor. Tsubaki giggled and threw Maka back to the present. She had been staring.

“Tsubaki, look at them. Look at their bowtie. They’re so cute, I’m… my hands are so sweaty. Ew.” She laughed to herself.

“They really do look nice. You go talk to them. I’m going to say hello to Liz and Patti.”

“Got it. Wish me luck.”

“Good luck! You’ll do just fine.”

Crona spotted Maka after she was already speeding toward them. They jolted and offered an awkward wave hello.

“Crona! Hi! Is it okay if I give you a hug?”

“Oh! Th– that’s fine!”

Maka threw her arms around them in a bear hug. She wasn’t sure if the lavender smell on them was the work of false fragrance or a real plant in their pocket, but she loved it all the same. Their jacket itself was soft. Very soft. She buried her forehead into their shoulder.

“It’s so good to see you!”

“It’s good to see you, too. I, uh… missed you.”

“God, you see her all the time. You saw her two days ago, dumbass.”

Maka forced a smile. “Hi, Ragnarok.”

“Ignore him,” Crona whispered. “Do you like the decorations? It was mostly Marie and me setting them up.”

“They’re nice. I’m, uh… not sure I understand the theme.”

Crona lit up and snatched a solo cup from the table beside them. They filled it with the punch and handed it to Maka.

“Try it. It’ll make sense, I promise.”

“...Oh, it’s coca-cola.”

Crona pointed to the cutout of the polar bear. Up close, Maka could see that someone had draped a scarf around its shoulders.

“Oh my God, is the prom coca-cola bear themed?”

They nodded vigorously. “Marie came up with it after Lord Death bought nothing but white decorations.”

“That’s adorable! I… don’t think anybody’s going to get it, though.”

“Yeah. That’s why I’m over here, so I can explain it to anyone who doesn’t know.”

Maka squinted. “Your plan is to be over here, pouring soda for everyone the whole time?”

“Um… yes?”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather tag along with me instead?”

Maka saw Crona begin to blush. The abundance of black blood let off a gray color instead of the typical red. Crona looked back and forth; the confidence that they once held had evaporated into the stuffy room.

“Are you sure that I wouldn’t bother you, or anything?”

“Of course you wouldn’t bother me. Actually, I’d really like to spend time with you.”

Crona agreed, thankfully, because Maka’s face burnt and she was not entirely sure what she would say if they had any other doubts. Together they said hello to the chaperones – Marie, Sid, Stein, and Naigus, each of them commenting on the secret theme and Crona’s involvement – and bounced between Tsubaki’s group and the snack bar. Despite the attractions and the people to spend time with, Maka’s attention remained consistently fixed upon Crona.

They had been engaged in this routine for an hour until the dj’s cacophonous dance music was abruptly replaced by some 80s love ballad that Maka couldn’t remember the name of. From the snack bar, they watched groups break off into pairs or cluster at the back of the room.

“The music’s quieter now,” noted Crona.

“Yeah. It’s so that everyone who brought a date can, well… have their date. It’s the whole reason couples come here, anyway.”

“Oh.”

She took a deep breath and wiped her palms onto her dress. “Do you want to dance with me, Crona?”

Crona froze, their mouth open, a small pretzel still in their hand. “Are you- are you sure that you want to? With me? I - I’ve never really done this before and I don’t want to ruin–”

“I’m sure. I’ve kind of been hoping that I’d get to dance with you since I got here.”

Crona’s whole face bore smudges of gray, like charcoal. They scratched the back of their neck and, with great care, held out their hand for Maka. She took it.

“Awh, your hands are sweaty, too!”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay! I don’t mind, I promise.”

After a few failed attempts at a traditional dance, the pair decided that the best course of action would be to follow the precedent set by the other couples and rock back and forth holding each other. Maka could hear Crona’s heartbeat even over the music. Every once in a while they asked for some form of confirmation – was Maka comfortable, was she still okay with it, and so on – and each time, she reassured them.

“I’ve been having a really good time with you,” she whispered during the song’s closing solo.

“Yeah. This is really nice… thank you for dancing with me, Maka.”

“Mhm! Like I said, I really wanted to.”

Crona just smiled and pulled Maka closer. What was once a loud growl of dozens of people talking throughout the room had died down to a distant humming. She could focus on them, their texture, their smell, everything. Nobody else existed.

The song changed from classic rock back to modern pop and the roar started up again. Maka looked around at the groups of friends reclaiming the dance floor, and among them, she spotted Black Star and Soul dancing – perhaps they thought that they were on fire and they were flailing in fear. That would explain quite a bit.

“These idiots,” she scoffed.

“Hey, Casanova,” Ragnarok sneered, “Why don’t you take your lady friend upstairs?”

“Oh, no, they said not to go up there.”

“Come on, I’m trying to do you a favor here!”

“Ragnarok, shut the fuck up.” Maka looked from the vile little ghoulie back to Crona. “What’s upstairs?”

“Oh, it’s just the roof. Marie said not to let anyone up there because someone could fall.”

She side-eyed Black Star, who was doing some sort of dance that involved clenching his hands into fists and wiggling his arms very very fast. “Did she name any names?”

Crona seemed to see, too. They winced. “I guess that rule was probably for him. It’s so loud in here… we can go up there, if you want. So we can hear each other better. I don’t think that would be against the rules.”

They snuck through the stairwell door after Crona revealed its location – obscured behind one of the bear cutouts. Outside, nothing could be heard of the party except for a muffled beat. Nothing could be felt except for a cool night breeze. Against the horizon, turbines whirred valiantly in the darkness. Both of them sat down side by side in the middle of the roof.

“This is much better,” sighed Maka.

“Mm.”

“Are you okay?”

“Just happy. This past…well, everything has been really nice. Thanks for hanging out with me, Maka.”

“Of course. You don’t have to keep thanking me.” She grinned and nudged their shoulder.

“Sorry. Habit. I just don’t know how to say it. Being with you at the DWMA has been… I’ve been happy. Especially because of you. You’re amazing. I really… I really like you.”

“I really like you, too. You’re one of the bravest people I know.” She was smiling. Her face hurt from it. “Hey. Crona. Look at me, okay?”

“Hm?”

Maka leaned in. She waited, in case Crona wanted to pull away, and when they only leaned closer she held their jawline and kissed them. A second later it was over, and she was staring into their eyes again. Those eyes sparkled like lightning in the desert.

“Hi.” They said after a sizeable trail of stammering.

She giggled. “Hi.”

For a time – there was no way to be certain whether it was minutes or hours – Maka leaned against their shoulder and the two of them spoke in whispers while they looked at the stars. The kiss seemed to give Crona a second wind of courage and they had their free arm caressing Maka’s.

“The others and I are going to go to my place after this and watch a movie,” she said. “I’d really like it if you came.”

“Are you sure they wouldn’t mind?”

“Are you kidding? They all like you. Even Kid.”

“Mm.” They smiled. “I’ll come with you, then.”

A coyote cried out somewhere in the distance.

“All of this really has been great. Even the shitty music and the coke bear theme.”

“Your lips tasted like coke when you kissed me.”

Maka laughed. “Well, there’s worse things, I guess.”

It was almost midnight when Soul and Black Star lost their energy at the dance. They were some of the last to leave apart from the chaperones themselves. What this meant was a lot of barefoot waiting in the car for Maka, Crona, Kid, Liz, and Patty.

“Okay, we’ve gotten through… fourteen songs waiting,” sighed Liz. “Any requests for the fifteenth?”

“I don’t think I know any more songs,” said Crona.

“Really? That’s tragic. Liz, play something classic,” Kid ordered.

“Classic or classical? I can never tell with you.”

“Wait, hold on!” Maka gripped the steering wheel. “Here he comes!”

Soul walked across the parking lot, his tie undone and his shoelaces spilling over the pavement. He was a mess. He staggered to the shotgun door and opened it, only noticing too late how it was occupied.

“What? Crona? Huh. Would you mind moving over?”

“Sorry, Soul. You snooze, you lose.” Maka smiled. “You’ll just have to sit somewhere else.”

“Wh–? There’s no more seats. Where am I going to sit?”

“Well, there’s always the trunk.”

#croma #cromaka #croma week #cromaweek #maka albarn #crona gorgon #crona x maka #soul eater #this was so much fun to write tbh #no angst just fluff #croma week fanfiction #soul eater fanfiction #lowkey just filled in some of the dialogue with shit i would do with my bf #hiii spence

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torrtimandi · 3 months

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Just sharing an old piece of mine, some winter fluff this time.

Pairing: Gaspard and Xavier

Word count: 1188

Forests in winter are so lovely. Just perfect for a walk and even Xavier with his usual hatred towards cold, who was dressed in a thick jacket, beanie and Gaspard's big scarf, had to give in to this statement when he beheld the beautiful sights around. Yes, it was cold as heck, his outfit making it quite obvious. But God... As much as he loved the warmth coming from their fireplace, it'd be a real shame to only stay in the cabin and not appreciate what they had around.

All was white. Covered with soft, fluffy snow, including the branches of mighty evergreen trees that were somewhat bowed, tense with snow that was glittering and shimmering in the sun. The sky was clear and blue, probably for the first time in days after constant snowing. The snow was crunching and creaking under their feet as they walked further into the forest.

They stopped for a moment, Gaspard taking a deep breath of cold, yet fresh air as if he wanted to rest a little bit. Xavier couldn't stop himself from taking a little bit of snow in his hand, screw the fact that it was slightly wetting his gloves. He just wanted to appreciate the sight and he did so, carefully examining the tiny snowflakes, which seemed to be the best work of art of a wonderful master – nature itself. As if some fabulous jeweler masterfully carved these openwork tiny stars...

“It's beautiful.” Xavier whispered under his breath, paying attention to details of snowflakes for a few more moments until he brushed them off his hand. It was beautiful indeed, not only snowflakes but the sight around too, noticing it for another time as he let his gaze wander across the trees some more.

“You are beautiful.” Gaspard suddenly murmured, taking him by surprise. Xavier quickly turned to look at him with a raised brow, seeing Gaspard with a soft, gentle smile, his eyes full of affection wandering over Xavier's face. Xavier sighed softly, Gaspard's words and the way he was looking at him, making him feel a sudden wave of warmth inside him that no fireplace could ever bring.

“Me? Pfft, not dressed like this... I look like a fucking ball.” Xavier huffed out with a light shake of his head, though a little smile appeared on his face. He also seemed unable to stop the movements of his legs. He suddenly approached Gaspard, just needing to be closer.

“Well, it’s cute. This scarf of mine truly suits you. I can lend it to you some more often.” Gaspard mused with a soft expression displayed on his face, moving closer to Xavier as well. Xavier couldn’t help but let his eyes wander thoroughly across his lover, who was wearing quite a similar set of clothes; a thick jacket, accompanied by a beanie and a big scarf as well. Though, these were not such a rare sight on Gaspard, after all. Contrary to Xavier, who usually favored tight clothes. He looked so soft. Very huggable.

“Lend? As if I bothered to ask you which clothes I can take from you.” Xavier teased with a snort, though his face softened even more as Gaspard gently brushed a stray of hair out of his face. He suddenly took off a glove, hiding it in his pocket, and brought his bare hand to Xavier’s cheek to caress it delicately. Xavier softly gasped at quite a tender touch of Gaspard’s chilly hand. Though, soon both of their skin seemed to quickly warm up to each other.

“Oh yeah, true. You rather steal them... Can't say I mind though. I surely enjoy seeing you in my clothes.” Gaspard murmured with some appreciation, bringing his soft lips to leave tiny kisses along Xavier’s cheekbone. Xavier closed his eyes with a soft sigh, his arms wrapping tight around Gaspard’s waist. “Not to mention your scent left on those too…” Gaspard murmured, burying his face in Xavier’s neck, and a bit in his scarf as well, holding his warmth in and inhaling deeply, leaving a soft kiss or two. Xavier lightly chuckled under his breath and leaned away after a few moments to take a look at his lover, gazing straight into his affectionate, hazel eyes.

“What’s your intentions here, hm? We’re quite far away from the cabin and I don’t plan to run there in this snow only because you’ve got horny in the middle of nowhere.” Xavier murmured with a half-grin, snorting a little bit but still unable to refrain himself from touching his lover. He placed his hands on Gaspard’s face and leaned in, their lips meeting softly. Even though they’d found out multiple times before that sex was an excellent warming up method, Xavier could definitely wait a little bit longer to warm up in the fire of lust.

“Horny? Who said horny? I’m just appreciating my lovely partner here.” Gaspard mumbled, letting out a little huff, his now quite playful eyes still wandering thoroughly across Xavier’s face, appreciating every feature. “And warming us up too. It’s cold.” He added with a whisper, his mind seemingly not focused on the words anymore. Only touches mattered, his arms tightening around Xavier’s body even more.

Xavier could only hum when the soft lips of his love were so close. He leaned in, bringing their lips again, though this time definitely deepening their kiss. Both let out sounds of pleasure and satisfaction, and both seemed to nearly melt into each other, completely forgetting about the cold air and the icy ground around them. All that mattered was the touch and warmth of the other, trying to find some kind of tranquility within the embrace in this empty and quiet forest, where all life seemed to sleep covered with a snow-white blanket.

Eventually they broke apart for air, both panting lightly, their sounds in the frosty air seeming to quickly spread to a far distance. Their bodies stayed close to each other, their breaths mingling. Xavier closed his eyes for another moment, a soft sigh leaving his mouth when Gaspard cupped his cheek, caressing skin softly. Oh, that mighty love that he never wished to stop feeling. The most beautiful thing in the world that you can give and receive.

“Actually, maybe let’s go back to that cabin? We’ve been walking for quite a long anyway.” Xavier murmured without much thinking, leaning some more towards the soft touch of his lover. He opened back his eyes only to find Gaspard gazing straight at him, hazel and brown eyes meeting each other again. Thinking of that fireplace and maybe the bed too…

“Yeah, okay.” Gaspard quickly agreed, not even having to think it through. He left another chaste kiss on Xavier’s lips and took away his hands, finally putting the glove on. Xavier lightly chuckled under his breath and grabbed Gaspard’s hand as they began walking back to their cabin, their soft, affectionate eyes meeting every now and then. After all, nothing really competes with the feeling of tender love spreading across your body. Not even a walk through a snowy forest on a frosty day.

#maybe i'll post it with some other drabbles on ao3 one day #make a whole collection of it #just some fluff for a tired heart and soul #justice #justice band #justice slash #fanfic #my fanfiction #writing #my writing

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brainfilehasstoppedworking · 8 months

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Sayaka: Dad, mind if I sleep here? Kinda having a rough night...

Takaaki: Sure, Honey. *moves over and let's her lay down*

Sayaka: I had a rough interview. Feel like I can't be myself or just be happy with my life without everyone prying into anything.

Takaaki while hugging her: I'm going to stab them.

Sayaka: Please don't...

#danganronpa #takaaki ishimaru #sayaka maizono #ishimaru family #Just some good fluff lol #Just some father-daughter stuff for the soul

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fluffs-n-stuffs · 4 months

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I've been wanting to share my merch haul from the recent PokeCon that happened in my country last month - so I thought to start off with these adorable frosted charms I got from Plupip !!! 💖💕✨

I fell in looove with these silly guys on sight - you actually get the choice to either pick out ones to buy individually, or get two different ones at random through a little gacha toy she has stationed at her booth. That's how I got a majority of these - with the most recent ones being my own online orders, hehe :} 💫

She has an online shop with the whole 60+ (and counting!) catalogue of Pokémon charms along with other merch like plushies, shirts, and pins, so do check her out when y'all can! 🥺💖💖💖

#fluff speaks !!!#not sponsored hehe I just wanted to talk about these since foreverrrrrr since THEY'RE JUST SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAUGHGWHGHGHG #The Slowpoke is one of my top faves just Look at how peaceful he is 🥺😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖💖💖#this is the very tip of the iceberg when it comes to my PokeCon haul - there's a whole buncha local artists I wanna promote here as well :}#something to also heal my soul a bit from some really difficult times I'm in #(I still need time to properly process everything and confront it directly but . in time. hopefully things will be alright)#fluff merch haul #pokemon #pokemon merch #pokemon charms #slowpoke #mudkip #gengar #growlithe #teddiursa #mew #piplup #rockruff

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popponn · 4 months

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poppon !! hi hii hwehe ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১ i wanted tew come by ‘n visit u bcz i wanted to tell you mi thoughts abt yoichi !! (‘n i noticed darnyoure becoming a caelus luver ‘n i was jumpin up ‘n down bcz i am also a caelus luver ! i fink i hav a thing for puppie boys ) but dis is soo long ‘m so sorrie !

but i was jus thinkin abt yoichi ‘n da holidays . . how cozy ‘n warm the dates would be— baking ginger bread cookies ‘n hearing him shout ‘n panic bcz why does da dough look so gloopy ?! ‘n all you can do is just laugh ‘n tease him about how horrible he is at baking but it doesn’t matter bcz it’s yoichi, ‘n he just pouts at your tease and declares that he’ll learn this recipe inside ‘n out so he can perfect it bcz that’s just him, he was a perfectionist ‘n he wanted to do everything he could to make sure that the blush on your cheeks and the sweet little grin you give him stays on forever.

don’t get mi started on da actual decorating part! i always thought dat yoichi was good at drawing since one of his fav subjects was art hwehe so ofc he gives you a smug little smirk when he sees how messy your gingerbread man looks compared to his, ofc dat grin goes away when you huff and pluck off his gingerbread man’s gum drop bcz gasp ! “how dare you?! a gum drop button?! those are precious!” he’d whine while grumbling and taking the bowl of frosting and using his finger to smear it across your nose. oh now it’s an all out war ! the kitchen is filled with the da sounds of your giggles ‘n shouting as you chase each other around your apartment, trying to run as fast as you can away from him but he’s so fast! he’s much too fast but you shouldn’t be surprised, he’s a professional athlete so when he catches you by your waist and spins you around so fast it makes the both of you dizzy, ‘n he falls onto the plush cushions of your couch while you two pant and laugh breathlessly, mindlessly looking up at the ceiling. it’s quiet for a few minutes, both of you basking in the delightful sounds of crackling fire from your fireplace and the gosh scent of gingerbread and vanilla frosting wafts over to you both like a warm hug . “come here,” he murmurs to you, reaching for your hand lazily as you thread your fingers together. you crawl into his arms and cling, gently throwing your leg over his own and he drops a kiss onto the crown of your head. “merry christmas.”

tumblr user yaakultt your taste in man is superb i approve!!!!!! and it's the charming greenflags you know :(( i understand :(( and DONT SAY SORRY I ENJOY THIS SO MUCH THANK YOU WHATT

10000/10. no notes. i wont add anything. this is perfect. omg. this is glorious ue ue yoichiii :(((( ue ue winter cuddle with the boy of all time :'''(((( truly where happiness lies

#kayla ueaudkad this made my day thank u for sharing this omg :(((((#so domestic so sweet so yoichi aydhiald im sobbing <33 #when he catches you by your waist and spins you around i feel like ascending kayla ily ily ily #babblings #i hope u dont mind if i tag it just a bit so some lucky souls could get this yoichi sweetness too!! :3 #isagi x reader #isagi fluff #isagi yoichi x reader #guys kayla is a gift to this world do u know ue ue ue kaylaaa :((( im a broken radio but this is AAAAAAAAAA #i will reread this over and over again then i will also come to your inbox the moment my brain is no longer a fluffy mush!! wait for me!!!

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decadentrot · 2 years

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HELLO!

BNHA has taken over my life 〒▽〒 And while drawing this, my brain came has been flooded with BKDK Nerd AU so forgive me for the person I'll be when the AU comes spilling out soon

#bakugou katsuki #bkdk fanart #bakugou x midoriya #bnha fanart #bakudeku #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #it started so innocently #I was just binging the series knowing the final fight is here and its gonna end soon #And one then now im too attached to the characters and then just drawing some bkdk fluff to heal the soul #and suddenly im 10 ft deep into this random AU #izuku midoriya #my hero academia

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smilingformoney · 10 months

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Home for Christmas

Summary: After her first semester at Juilliard, Abbie surprises her parents by coming home early.

Dad Snape | Snape x OC | fluff

Read on Ao3 or under the cut:

December 1999

Abbie was exhausted. She’d endured an eight-hour flight, she was jetlagged, and the muggle border control had almost seen the magical flora she’d brought back with her before she managed to surreptitiously cast a charm to disguise it.

She was actually home a day earlier than promised. She wasn’t sure she could handle meeting her family at the airport - it had been hard enough for her when they’d seen her off. She’d much rather see them for the first time in a more comfortable and less public setting. So she had moved her flight a day earlier, and decided to surprise them at home.

She was too exhausted to apparate, especially carrying heavy luggage, so she hailed the Knight Bus and tried not to vomit as it jumped around the country, eventually landing outside the cottage she had missed so much. They’d been living in it barely more than a year when she left, but it already felt more like home to her than either of her parents’ previous houses.

As she pulled her suitcase up the path, Abbie looked up at the windows. The lights were off upstairs, and only the living room light was on - her sisters were probably already asleep, her mother in the living room and her father either there with her or in his study.

Abbie tried to suppress the grin on her face, but she couldn’t help it. It had been an incredible few months, and she was looking forward to her next semester, but she had been so homesick, and she was excited to see them again.

She knocked on the door. She could have let herself in, but she was her father’s daughter and she wanted to add some flair to her unexpected arrival.

The door opened a crack. Then, after a moment’s pause, it opened fully.

“You cheeky bugger!” Persephone laughed. “Come here.”

She pulled her daughter into a hug, and Abbie melted into her mother’s familiar embrace.

“Oh, I missed you!” Persephone said with relief.

“I missed you too, Mum,” Abbie replied with a grin on her face. “Are the girls asleep?”

“Yes, I just put them down an hour ago. How have you been?” Persephone stepped back to usher Abbie inside, taking her suitcase in for her. “Have you been eating properly? Are you keeping safe?”

Abbie laughed. “Great, yes, and yes. It’s amazing how much safer I feel when there’s no Death Eaters lurking in the shadows.”

“Speaking of which - Severus!” Persephone called. He was, unsurprisingly, in his study. “Look who’s here!”

With less than a day to Abbie’s return, Severus was getting anxious. He had been counting down the days to her return since she’d left. He knew he’d miss her, but he’d had no idea just how much; it felt as if he were missing a limb. Or, more accurately, it was as if he were missing a piece of his soul. She wrote, of course, but owls couldn’t fly across the Atlantic and so they had to rely on muggle post, which took far too long for Severus’ liking. He was proud of her for following her dreams, of course he was, but did those dreams really have to be three thousand miles across the ocean?

And so, on the day before she was due to arrive, Severus’ tension was at an all time high. Persephone had taken the girls to bed, leaving him to distract himself the way he knew best - by locking himself in his study and working until something or someone reminded him of the outside world.

That reminder came when he heard his wife’s voice calling his name.

“Severus! Look who’s here!”

Severus sighed. He didn’t care a jolt who may be visiting them so late at night. Abbie wasn’t back until tomorrow, and so there was nobody it could be that would interest him.

When he didn’t respond, she knocked on the door. “Sev!” Persephone called again.

“Tell them to sod off,” Severus called back.

“Oh, fine, I’ll just fly back to New York, then.”

Severus froze. He recognised her voice immediately, and he knew no one else who would have flown from New York - and nobody else quite as sarcastic, although Potter gave her a good run for her money.

He practically leapt from his desk, ignoring the bang of his knee against the corner as he hurried to fling the door open and step out into the hallway.

Sure enough… there she was. She grinned at him.

Forgetting all decorum, Severus strode across the hall to her; she met him halfway, and they collided into a tight embrace as effortlessly as if it were rehearsed.

It felt as if something had slotted into place. It was like taking a sip of cold water when desperately thirsty, or that first bite of food on a starving stomach. A human needs food, water and sleep to survive, but Severus had a fourth need - he needed his best friend.

Abbie clung to him as tightly as he did to her, as if they were both afraid of losing the other again. Severus felt a tear run down his cheek, but he didn’t care. It was a tear of relief, of joy, to have his daughter home again.

“I missed you,” Abbie mumbled into his shoulder.

“And I, you,” Severus replied softly. He kissed her gently on the side of her head - oh, how he had missed those little affections - and pulled back to look at her.

He frowned.

“What the fuck is this?” he asked, lifting a finger to her hair to examine a streak of purple that sat beneath her black locks.

“I knew you wouldn’t like it,” Abbie laughed. “Funnily enough, that didn’t deter me.”

“I suppose the thought only encouraged you.”

Abbie grinned mischievously. Severus couldn’t resist a small smile, relieved as he was to have his daughter home, the smartarse that she was.

“Are you two still having your moment?” Persephone asked as she arrived back at the base of the stairs. “I can come back later.”

“We’re done,” Abbie promised, although Severus disagreed, but he allowed her to step away from him. “I know it’s late, but can I have some dinner? The food on the plane was garbage.”

“Oh, Merlin, she’s speaking like them now,” Severus sighed. “Remember you’re a Hogwarts girl, Abbie, not Ilvermorny.”

“Oh, there’s a boy in my suite who’s from Ilvermorny!” Abbie said excitedly as Persephone began rummaging around in the freezer for food.

“How do you know? You weren’t risking magic in front of muggles, I hope?” Severus asked sternly.

Abbie squirmed uncomfortably. “Actually, he recognised me. Well… my name. Well… your name.”

“Our name,” Persephone reminded her. “We’ve only got frozen pizza, by the way, we were going to go shopping tomorrow before you got in.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Anyway, I introduced myself and he asked if my father was Severus Snape. Turns out you’re famous over there now too.”

“Oh, Merlin,” Severus sighed.

“But he’s the only one! Nobody else knew. It was nice, actually, to at least have one person over there who knew I’m a witch, but to everybody else I was completely anonymous. People know who I am because of me, not because of you.”

Severus smiled, although his heart twinged with a little sadness too that her new life was so completely separate from him.

“Did he tell you about the Ilvermorny houses?” Persephone asked as she placed the pizza in the oven and set the timer.

“Yes, and I reckon I’d be in Pukwudgie.”

Severus scoffed. “Pukwudgie? Really? What a ridiculous name.”

Persephone looked at them both thoughtfully. “No, she’s right,” she said. “Well, you’re both right - it is a stupid name, but it represents the heart. And no one has a bigger heart than our Abbie.”

“What house do you think you’d be in?” Abbie asked.

“Horned Serpent,” Persephone replied. “You too, Sev.”

Severus humphed. “Well, I suppose that sounds most similar to Slytherin.”

“Actually, it’s more like Ravenclaw. There isn’t really an equivalent to Slytherin. But, yes, it is snakey.”

“Snakey,” Abbie repeated with a laugh. “Snapey and snakey?”

“Exactly!”

Severus shook his head in dismay. He knew it wouldn’t be long until the twins started talking - Ariadne had already managed a few words - and he’d no doubt be subjected to even more nonsense.

He sighed. “Well, Abbie, would you like to join us to watch a film tonight, or would you rather head straight to bed?”

Abbie rolled her eyes. “Oh, sure, because I came home a day early because I missed my bed.” She nudged him playfully. “I came because I missed you, you dolt. What are we watching?”

“We were trying to decide earlier but we couldn’t agree,” Persephone said, leading them into the sitting area.

“Oh, is this the DVD player Dad bought you?” Abbie asked curiously, recalling the letter she’d received a little over a week after her mother’s birthday.

“No, it’s the DVD player your sisters bought me,” Persephone corrected her.

“Oh, right, of course. They bought it. With their money.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, they don’t have money,” Severus sighed. “The shopkeeper simply gave it to them when he saw how cute they are.”

Abbie nodded, as if this were a completely sensible thing to happen. “Well, if you two can’t decide what to watch, I’ll choose something.” She looked through the handful of DVDs that were sitting on a shelf, while her parents settled back into their seats.

“Ha! Told you!” Persephone exclaimed victoriously when Abbie chose Se7en.

“And where am I supposed to sit?” Abbie asked when she turned back towards them and saw that Persephone was sat on the end of the sofa, her legs on Severus’ lap as he sat in the middle.

“With me, of course,” Severus said matter-of-factly. He gestured to the remaining seat next to him, and with a roll of her eyes Abbie sat, cuddling up to him before hitting play on the remote.

“Worth coming home early for?” Severus asked softly as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into an embrace.

Abbie smiled. “Definitely.”

#dad snape #snape x oc #severus snape #pro snape #snape fanfic #soul of ice #just some tooth rotting fluff to satisfy my snabbie cravings nbd

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