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yorsgirl · 28 days

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So Do I

Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Third and Final year of college and your eyes are set on the student council president seat. Life is great until you have got the most infuriating, stuck-up, arrogant jerk setting eyes on that same spot.

A battle of intellects? Sure, there's no way both of you can get the same aggregate. Right..?

Tropes: Academic rivals to lovers, slow burn, College AU, 18+

Warnings: Mentions of knife and blood, minor assault, nothing serious, profanity, usage of nicknames, no mentions of y/n.

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Throw in all the cliches of forced proximity, slow burn, mutual pinning, fluff and a generous amount of spice. Ta da! You've made this. Bits and pieces inspired from the anime and manga, Kaguya Sama: Love is war.

𝟏 - 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

"Same marks."

"Excuse me?" You say and at the same time hear Levi's - "What?"

Principal Zackly fixes his glasses, taking once over at the reports in his hand. Sighing he turns back to the both of you. "Just what you heard, kids. Both of you have an overall aggregate of 95.7 percent." He tilts his head to the side, "It's impressive, honestly."

"It isn't," You grumble, folding your hand over your chest. You shoot a glare at Levi from your periphery and he returns it with equal fervour.

"I can't get the same marks as her." The word rolls down his lips with distaste, his face scrunching up.

You scoff, "Oh please, I can't get the same marks as you." You hiss. You turn to Zackly, "It's ridiculous. There has to be some mistake. Can't you double check it, sir?"

"I did, so did your professors. Twice," He affirms, turning the report over to both of you and pushes it forward, "Take a look yourself."

Sheets on the desk and you scan your eyes on the grades till the last row where GRAND AVERAGE - 95.7, is printed. You take a peek over at his report and the same words with digits are printed.

You want to laugh. This must be some funny joke. But it isn't.

This grade will decide who'll ascend the seat to the student council president after the farewell party of your seniors, this coming April. You had your eyes on that spot since the first day of your first year, one of the other reasons you toiled so hard in your all of your classes, never scoring lesser than a ninety(except that one time in first year when you procrastinated an assignment until very late and ended up with a eighty-five) and completing all your projects, whether major or minor, on time.

All this and still you always earned the second place.

The first? It's obvious. The most arrogant jerk of the whole campus - Levi Ackerman.

What hits the nerve more is his nonchalance like all of it doesn't matter except it does cause he was able to beat you always with the least minimum effort as it seems. He is damn talented, you'd give him that but at times its infuriating. Not to mention, he's a stuck up bastard.

Once in your second year mid-term, your professor had made him your lab partner for the day. And this jerk stepped up to you, gave you an once over look while clicking his tongue and said, "Don't get in my way." The sheer audacity had you fuming. So much so, you crossed out your own observatory datas and did them all over again even if that meant you had to stay back an extra hour.

Bottom line: Levi Ackerman is a arrogant bastard.

Toxicity is a good motivation cause you poured out all of your anger in this final exams. You were sure, you'd beat him but you only received a tie. A fucking tie.

You sent a glare his way, gritting your teeth before turning back to Zackly. "You have it wrong, sir. I have a 99 in biochemistry, he only has 96."

"Did you miss the solid 100 beside human anatomy? Must be the reason why you're so damn weak in this." He is quick to shoot back, rolling his eyes. "94… pathetic."

You audibly gasp, slamming your report down on the table. You compose your state before speaking up, "Don't you go about talking about eyesight when you've only got a 15 in physiology practical."

"Why don't you enlighten me on why you've got an A minus in viva?" He hisses, crossing his legs one over the other. "While we are on that, why don't you classify the families in arthropods."

Oh, so that was is now? He is stepping on your lessons to downplay you. Well, well, he can be your guest. "Gladly, I will." You scoff. "Before that why don't you list out the optimum-"

"That's enough," Zackly hits the desk twice, diverting both of your attention to him. "Remember that, this is a College."

You straighten up in your seat, seemingly a bit embarrassed about losing your composure before your principal. You can swear Levi brings out the worst in you. But he is sitting beside you and he seems fine and it just annoys you more. All you want to do is to remove that expression (which is neutral) off his face.

A silence prevails for a minute until Zackly breaks it. "Now we have that settled, let's move on to who'll be the council pres-"

"It's going to be me." You and Levi say in unison. The stress and fire matches in that statement. You glance at him and he glances back at you. The next second, the look changes into a scowl.

Levi turns to Zackly, "This is stupid. I am more eligible to be the president."

"Oh yeah? On what basis?" You sneered back, scrunching your eyebrows. You continue, "As far as I know, the council needs no egoistical jerk like you."

He shoots you a nasty look, raising his eyebrow. He speaks, "You seem to know a lot of council requisites, don't you Miss reckless?"

"The hell-"

"Here, stop it," Zackly announces, his hand meeting his desk louder than the last time. "Maintain the protocol."

You curse under your breath for letting your anger get the better of you. Nope, no more. You aren't letting him affect you anymore. You wouldn't speak to him for the rest of the time you're in the principal's office. No look, no glares, nothing.

Levi seems to think the same as he rolls his eyes and settles his gaze on the principal.

The man sighs then begins, "As I was saying, after talking with our senior professors and the current president-" He pauses, clearing his throat. "We've decided that both of you can co-preside over the student body."

"We can what?" The words leave your mouth before you can get the chance to stop them. "Co-preside? Is that even a thing?"

"Honestly, it is." The corners of his lips turn up into a slight smile. "Some like seven years ago, we had a similar case where two of our students were elected co-presidents."

"And?" Levi questions. "Which one of them died?"

His eyes flicker to the man beside you, tints of amusement evident. "Not so, they'd been the best of friends before being elected, even after that we didn't witness any animosity in them." He takes a pause, "I might say, working together made them bond stronger."

Well yeah, sounds convenient. But not to you. Sharing the top spot with anyone doesn't excite you the slightest even if it was your friend. There is no chance in hell you want to co-preside with anyone. And absolutely not with Levi out of all people.

"Isn't there no other way?" You groan, "Just take another test or something. I swear to beat him this time." You jerk your thumb towards Levi.

"You mean, you swear to lose this time-" He bites back, before adding, "-again."

You're almost tempted to shoot another quip at him but luckily you are able to restrain yourself. Thank God, for your self-control.

Zackly starts again, perching his elbow on top of the table. "We've already discussed that matter with your professors and the answer is - No." He notices that both of you are going to argue again, so he raises his hand to stop any more speech. He heaves out a breath and starts explaining himself. "Your final year is starting from next week, most of our teaching staff wouldn't return until a day before and the ones who have stayed back are already occupied with the exams of your seniors. The situation's tight, conducting another examination for y'all isn't feasible."

No word is uttered after his reasoning. Momentarily, both of your thoughts are inclined in the same direction (that's what you think). On top of that preparing for another exam in just a week's time doesn't sound so great. Even if you put your mind and heart into it, you aren't sure if you can truly beat Levi; who can apparently just wing it without picking up a damn book.

You swear this guy had some super powers.

The older man continues, noticing the thick silence engulfing the room. "This is just what I suggest, but being co-presidents isn't completely a bad idea."

I am not working with this asshole. You're about to say but Zackly's next words stop you.

"However, if anyone of you have a problem then you're free to back out and the other one can be the President." He tilts his head to the side, grinning softly. "The other can go for VP or another role in the council, let's say- secretary?"

Out of question. Be it Vice President or even the treasurer, you aren't settling for anything lower than President, whatsoever happens.

Your eyes flicker to Levi, he does the same immediately. And the look he gives you is a clear indication of what he wants to say - I am not backing out.

How lovely. You aren't backing out either.

"The God's hate me." You announce as soon as you enter your friend's dormitory, slumping back on her bed.

"No, they don't." Nanaba, who was on her phone until you arrived, pivots around to you. Her lip curling up into a little smile.

You would've returned the gesture, but you were too burnt out from this whole ordeal. "They do." You whined, "What did I even do to deserve their wrath?" You flip over on the bed, pulling a pillow and burying your face in it. Grumbling a string of curses to yourself.

She stands up from her chair, walking over and sitting down beside you. Rubbing your back in a soothing way, she asks "Girl, what happened?"

You groan, sitting back up and facing her. You scantily run her through the entire mess you've got yourself stuck in. She nods and hums in between, letting you know she's listening.

"…and now, I have to co-preside with him." Your face scrunches up in disgust. Stark contrast to how you envisioned yourself to be while being handed this position. Now, you were the president- sorry, co-president now, still you couldn't get any joy out of it. (Duh! Like you got a stuck up, egoistical jerk as your partner.)

"Doesn't sound that bad, you know?" Nanaba says, after you are done with your tale.

"Right," You confirm, a bitter taste filling your mouth. "It isn't just bad, its fucking nasty."

"Now, you're just letting your anger speak." Her lips twist up, "C'mon, how bad can it be?"

"The worst." Your lips stretch into a sarcastic grin. "After I end up slitting his throat."

"You’re contemplating murder?"

"I would contemplate torture too but I am too much of a nice person." You shrug, marking the weirded out expression on her face until its replaced by a snort.

"If you need any help while hiding his body, call me." She winks and this time you genuinely smile at her. God, only Nanaba could lift your mood like this.

You shared a room with her in your first year, creating a bond over time. It explains itself, she's outgoing, funny, confident and smart. She was your first friend here and thanks to her you've made other few friends around the campus. Otherwise, you wonder you'd have ended up like a lonely college student, owing to your introvert nature and hesitance in meeting new people.

After being promoted to second year, single rooms were allowed. Though you loved having your own space, you missed being her roommate. Adding to your studies and the increased pressure, your meetings weren't as much as previous so whenever you'd have time, you'll just come over to her room or she'll visit yours. Needless, to say. The bond was still strong.

"Honestly though," Nanaba starts, leaning back on the bedframe. "You shouldn't be slumping like this. Like c'mon you're now the president-"

"Co-president," You correct her.

"Yeah that, co-president. Still isn't it better? He didn't win, this time."

"He didn't," You confirm, pursuing your lips. "But I didn't either, it’s a draw. A fucking draw." You groan. "I would've preferred losing."

"Really?"

"No."

"Thought so," She raises an eyebrow and smiles. "See? It's still better."

You hum, pinching your lips together and look out the window. Maybe it isn't as bad. Still, you'd choose a win over tie any day.

"We should celebrate." She declares, picking up her phone from the table.

You crane your neck towards her quickly, eyebrows shooting up with confusion. "Celebrate? Celebrate what?"

"You."

"Me?"

"Yep!" She chirps, "We are celebrating you finally becoming our president."

You don't bother correcting her rather roll your eyes. "I can't," You dismiss, waving your hand. "I have to study."

A frown forms on her face, "What are you even going to study? We haven't even started our classes."

That's true. But you can at least read the chapters before starting the semester, You had checked the syllabus online plus your books didn't say much except that the syllabus is huge.

"A stitch in time saves nine." You answer with a shrug.

"Awe c'mon," She whines, placing a hand on her hips. "Don't be a kill joy now."

"I'm not a- you know, I don't like to going out for no reason."

"This isn't for no reason, it's for you. Besides, a little bit of fresh air would help you ease up." She reasons, though you weren't convinced enough. Sounds fun, but you'd choose to stay in rather than going out for some celebration. Nanaba notes the reluctance, conjuring the most puppy eyes she pleas, "Aww, c'mon Ivy. Please. Just one celebration."

That adorableness could've worked, if you weren't so damn tired. You're about to deny her again until you hear a loud crash from downstairs. Both of you instantly stiffen up, but before your former roommate can react, you're out of her room. Rushing down the stairs to the common room.

"What's happening in…" Your question dies down but your eyes widen.

It’s the first years.

An ash-brown haired boy, Jean has his peer, Eren in a headlock. The latter's face is pale due to lack of oxygen while he threw sullen punches over the boy's arm. A second later, Eren is pulling Jean down by his collar when his grip loosens, pushing the guy down on the floor, he throws a punch at his face.

"What the fuck?" You shout, trying to step in between them but you are stopped by a bald boy - Connie.

"Miss. Sea, I- I don't think you should intervene," He utters nervously, glancing back at the fight to you again.

"Why in the fucking world are they wrestling?" Connie is about to answer you but no, it isn't the time for reasons. It's time for action before the fight before you causes a backward reaction and a student ends up being expelled, other in a hospital.

You walk up to them, carefully stepping aside the fumbled, almost broken furniture. "Eren- Jean- stop it. Hey no, you- Eren let him go." You are shrieking their names in a higher tone of voice than usual still they don't seem to even hear you. Narrowly missing colliding with Eren when he is pushed back by Jean. Stepping between them would do no good except that you might end up in a hospital.

Cursing under your breath, you resort to the last method.

Five seconds later, its pin drop silence and there's a chopping knife piercing the wall, just an inch aside Jean's head.

"For the last damn time, stop this."

"Miss Sea, did you really have to throw a knife at us?"

Eren is quick to shut his mouth, miming to lock his lips and throwing away the key once you glare down at him. Aside him sits Jean, glancing at his lap. Both of them have dried blood near their mouth, few cuts here and there in the arms and forehead but luckily nothing serious.

The knife which you threw at them, previously, was in your hand. You ran your thumb over the flat side of the blade.

"Jesus Christ," You groan, pinching the area between your eyebrows. "Do y'all even learn? It's the fourth time– I don't want to heat it." You declare the last part, when you see their mouths opening in protest. Fortunately, they don't speak.

Eren, Jean and Connie were the first years and your juniors. There were a couple of other students too which you were familiar with. You assume the others were out, running some errands or just in their room, not bothering to step out even after hearing the ruckus. You don't blame them, Jean and Eren had been at each other's throats since the first day they arrived. Constantly, picking fights with one another.

You sigh, "See I don't want to write you up to the head warden and get you into trouble before your first day itself." You pause, your eyebrows scrunching up, "But the way, both of you are getting into fights so frequently– someone other than me would. And I am sure, none of you want that?"

Their silence answers in itself but you hear murmurs of - No, from both. You weren't entirely sure if they could keep their word, considering they had said the same before too. Yet, you were ready to give them another chance. It's never too late to change. Besides, they were good kids. A pleased smile forms on your lips and you put the knife down on the table.

"Good, now better clean up this mess–" You point to the common room where the chairs are upside down, the table pushed to the side and the cushions of the couch no where to be seen. "Then go clean yourselves up."

Sighs of relief are heard from the boys before you and the one beside you. "Damn, that was suffocating," Connie mutters to himself, wiping his forehead.

"I though I might die." Jean murmurs, standing up from the floor. You raise an eyebrow at the boy as Eren follows suit.

"You know I wouldn't have aimed that knife at any of your vital points."

"Vital points, right." Eren confirms, rolling his eyes. He heaves out a deep breath, "Has anyone told you that you're scary, Miss Sea?"

Your eyebrow twitches, a smirk curling up in your lips. An answer for itself. "You want numbers?"

"Nevermind." Eren rolls his eyes, strolling back while picking up a chair and placing it where it belonged.

Just then, you hear footsteps and there she is – Nanaba. Walking down the stairs after this ordeal is over.

"You are here now?" You ask exasparately.

"I knew you could take care of whatever it was," She says and tilts her head to the side, motioning to the pair of boys cleaning up the room. "And I was right, you settled it. So what did it take this time around?"

"A knife."

"Glare was more effective though," Connie chimes in. "Miss Sea–"

"I have a name Connie."

"I know your name," He interrupts you. "But I prefer Miss Sea, better than Miss Substitute Educational Assistant."

"You can just call me–"

"Miss Sea, it is." The boys says, leaving no room for discussion.

You give up, there's no point arguing with first years who has their mind set on something. Besides, you don't really hate that nickname. Seas are nice.

"Easy on the nickname," Nanaba speaks, locking her hands behind her back. "You might give her a new one, Miss President sounds nice or just Prez."

"Nanaba."

But the announcement is loud enough for the boys to hear. Putting the dots together, they crane their necks towards you, eyes widening with surprise.

"No way," Jean says, surprise evident on his face. "You're our president?"

You want to correct him but no, that would lead to more questions then you'll have to give answers and nah– you're too tired for that. You just nod your head.

A flurry of 'wows' and 'congratulations' flows out of the boys plus the factor of endearing words which you accept with a smile and a meek - thank you. A heat rushes up your cheek, chest swelling with pride, whatever the case maybe, compliments have you weak.

Breathing out, you tug on Nanaba's shirt. She looks at you and you smile. "You know, I take up your offer. Let's go out."

Yes, maybe you can use a bit of celebration. A breath of fresh air accompanied by your friends before stepping into the dreadful third year.

Yeah, you need it.

And this outing, may just be right for you.

You could have only been so wrong.

A/N: Wrote this in a day, don't know how it turned out except that I am super excited in continuing this. If anyone wants to be tagged, let me know. Thanks for reading! Likes and comments are appreciated.

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captain-mj · 5 months

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I love Hybrid Au's and was wondering if you could write one for Korangi? (You don't have to if you don't want to) also I love your writing, your story's are the reason I got so interested in reading fan fiction ❤❤

Shout out to my friends helping me pick the creatures to use <3

König watched Horangi with great interest. The man was... strange. There was an air around him. He was always curious of things he didn't understand.

König had watched him take items apart and put them back together over and over again until he got it right. It was something they shared. Though, where Horangi sought simply to understand, König wanted to know where hiding places were.

Fully shifted, he was just five inches and a half, huge for a wolf spider, yes, but still small and agile enough to tuck away into tiny places. Being a spider wasn't the most glamorous of the animals. He was perfect for infiltration and stealth, but only for short term missions.

Spiders didn't last long when people knew about them.

Horangi was assumed to be a tiger. Only assumed that, never explicitly stated. It was a mystery that bothered König. He didn't understand why he never put the rumors to rest by just coming out and saying it.

The two were paired up on a mission, again. König had used his connections as Colonel to get them paired together as often as he could without being suspicious.

Horangi looked up at him and he almost shivered. His eyes were dark. Inhumanly so. if Horangi ever admitted that he kept his eyes shifted all the time, he'd believe him.

König hummed. "How would you like to do this, Horangi?"

"Simple enough. We sneak in, find the information and leave. Kill whoever becomes a problem."

König nodded and they jumped off the boat, swimming under the water and into the base. He was rather fast himself but Horangi went straight past him, moving through the water so fluidly that König could barely see him. Horangi paused and turned around to watch him, treading water.

König caught up to him and smiled at him. Horangi continued on. They started to sneak through the place, with König occasionally shifting to let them through doors. They dispatched anyone that they came across with extreme prejudice.

Several of them were coming though and they'd undoubtedly blow their cover. Before Horangi could start looking for hiding places, König grabbed him and jumped up, ripping his gloves off with his teeth. His hands had small claws like a spiders so they were able to sink into the ceiling and keep him, and Horangi who was on his chest, face bright red, stuck there. They stayed quiet as the unsuspecting men passed underneath them.

Horangi glared at him. "Don't ever do something so undignified with me again." He hit his shoulder once König had gently sent him down.

"What? Don't like heights?"

"Not one bit." Horangi hissed at him before continuing on his journey.

König didn't understand the distain but he let it go, continuing onward.

Horangi was quick, like a cat. He had an amazing sense of smell and just as good eyesight, looking through the inky blackness of the night with a degree of accuracy that not even König could match.

Yes, it would make sense for him to be a cat.

But König didn't think that was right. It just felt... wrong.

They managed to get all of their items with an impressive body count of 42. König had done most of the killing but Horangi won coolest kill with a rather impressive knife trick that König found rather attractive honestly. He kept that part to himself, unsure on how... accepting Horangi would be of such ideas.

Now it was just a matter of escaping with enemy combatants. They slipped back under the water and tried to quickly make their way back.

Horangi was so fast. König could barely even focus on him.

The water was too dark and he could tell after a moment he had gotten turned around. Technically, he could go into a form of suspended animation to keep from needing oxygen, but it was too risky. In human form, he was a huge target. In spider form, there was no way of knowing where he'd end up. So he needed to stay awake and aware but he couldn't breath nor could he reasonably surface. Doing so would result in a very fast headshot wound.

Right as he gave up, deciding that resurfacing would have to be worth it, he noticed movement in the water.

A... shark? While not unreasonable, most sharks would have fled from here now with all the noise. König knew they were usually rather peaceful creatures, but he probably looked like an easy meal here. He tried to remember what you're supposed to do with a shark.

Just... move them right? Grab their nose and point them in a different direction?

He saw the dog tags first and paused.

Horangi?

Huh.... a shark... Somehow, that was more reasonable than a cat to him.

Horangi shifted back and bumped him against the rocks. König tried to make it clear that he needed to breath and right now if possible, but before he could, Horangi kissed him.

It was blissful. Everything König had been wanting since laying his eyes on him. His lips were cold but plush. Inviting. König's stubble rubbed against his skin as he tried to deepen it.

Horangi pushed air into his lungs and König's vision unblurred. Horangi's teeth cut his lips. His hand sank into his shoulder and yanked him forward.

Even with König's weight, Horangi got them back to the ship faster than König ever could.

He dropped him on deck and stopped to catch his breath. His mask had been torn and so had most of his clothing. Unlike König, who shrank and could easily just crawl back into his crumpled clothes before shifting back, Horangi had gotten rather big.

König sank down as the boatsmen started the ship. "Still got everything?"

"Yes. Flashdrive secure, sir."

König grabbed one of his spare neck gaiters and handed it to him. Horangi quickly put it on and sank down next to him. He checked the flash drive to make sure none of the water got into the packaging. Once he was satisfied, he put it away.

"Should I be expecting more kisses in the future?"

"Only if you drown again."

"I can't actually drown, though I appreciate the save nonetheless." König said softly, tilting his head back. "Knew you weren't a cat."

"Going to tell people on base?"

"No. If you don't wish for people to know, I won't tell them. Plus they'll start sending you on more underwater missions."

"And that would be a problem how?"

"I hate underwater missions."

Horangi only looked confused for another second before his eyes narrowed. He hit his shoulder rather hard and mumbled something in Korean.

König watched him for a moment, worried he had overstepped or maybe just showed too much of his hand, but Horangi slumped into him. "You're heavy. If you expect me to carry you, you're going to have to lose some weight."

"Little hard at my height, what if I promise you won't have to carry me again?"

"Deal. And maybe you'll take me out to dinner?"

"As a date or an apology?"

"Both. Scared me when you weren't right behind me."

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isabel3710 · 3 months

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I've dived headfirst back into my old Trolls hyper fixation with the release of the third movie. So I decided to write a little something for the idea of Branch being adopted by the Country Trolls.

I was inspired by some fan art by crunchy_coookies_ on insta and @rocksibblingsau's AU and a post they've made on this idea.

I would love to turn this into a full fledged fic one day but I'm already working on another trolls fanfic plus I got some (very loose) plans for another for when I'm done. But if I every have the time to write more I'll be sure to let you all know!

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A little gray trolling sat on the edge of a dusty road, a worn looking bag sitting beside him. Branch held his ankle with both hands, it throbbed with pain and he was struggling not to cry.

A few weeks ago Branch had decided to leave his tribe once and for all, he was tired of being bounced around from foster home to foster home. Full of people who either hated him or tried to turn him into something he wasn’t. So he packed a bag full of his prized possessions and any supplies he might need and snuck out in the middle of the night.

At first things were great! And then he left the forest and made it to this desert of a wasteland, Branch did okay at first. He was careful to ration his food and slept with a knife in his hand.

Then today Branch had gotten his foot caught in some kind of hole and now his ankle really hurt. He had tried to stand up and power through but couldn’t without pain getting to an overwhelming degree.

He sniffed and whipped at his eyes, Branch didn’t know what he was going to do. He was stuck here with a hurt leg and he had run out of food last night.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by some strange clip-clop sound. Branch reached into his bag and pulled out his little knife. He was alone out here and who knew how many things out in this strange land liked to eat trolls.

Dust had suddenly risen up into the air and got into Branch’s eyes, he tried to blink it away as the strange sound got closer and closer. When his vision had cleared he saw the figure that matched the clopping sound.

And….

It was a troll?

The troll looked like one he had never seen before, she had orange skin and red hair which did remind him of the trolls back home. But that was where the similarities ended, for she had four legs with hooves and a fluffy looking teal tail. Her clothes weren't neon or pastel colored or covered in glitter, but fairly plain looking; with a few dirt stains and patches.

The woman seemed to notice him too for she started to walk over to him, the clopping sound following her. “Hey sugar” she said, her voice sounded strange. Nothing like Branch had ever heard before. “Why’re you out here all alone?”

Branch sniffled and tried to scoot away on his bottom, dragging his injured leg along the ground. The hand holding his knife shook a bit.

“Hey, hey” the woman said, her voice gentle. “I’m not going ta’ hurt you.” She knelt in front of him “what happened ta’ your leg?”

Something about this woman felt calming, Branch hadn’t met anyone who made him feel this way since his Grandma died. “I tripped,” he said, tears running down his cheeks. “It hurts really bad.”

“I’m sure it does” the woman said “mind if I take a look?”

Branch hesitated before nodding, the woman carefully took his ankle in her hands. He winced a bit in pain but stayed still. The woman tutted softly “looks like you sprained it honey.”

“Oh…”

She pulled out a piece of dark green cloth and tied it around his ankle. “We'll have to put some ice on it.”

“I don’t have any ice,” Branch said.

“Not to worry,” she smiled at him, “town’s not too far from here.”

There was a town out here… “how?” He asked, “it hurts to walk.”

“Climb on my back” she said “and I’ll carry ya.”

“Won’t that hurt you?”

She chuckled “you’re sweet, sugar, but not to worry. I’ll be fine.” The women helped Branch sit on her back before slowly standing “hold on darlin’.”

Branch held his bag in one hand and to the women’s shirt with the other. And she began to walk, the clopping sound following them. It was then Branch realized he had no idea what this lady’s name was.

“Ms” he said “I’m sorry but… What’s your name?”

She chuckled “no need to apologize hon. I’m Ms Delta Dawn. What’s your name?”

“Branch.” He said “my name is Branch."

#fanfic #fanfiction #dreamworks trolls #trolls fanfic #trolls fandom #trolls branch #trolls delta dawn #what-if Branch was adopted by Country trolls #I wrote this during class #I Wanna Find A Home fic #country troll branch #trolls au

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dias-writing-corner · 4 months

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So @crushedsweets and I were talking in a vc a while ago abt her au and what she wants to do w Nina and I started rambling abt my ideas so here it is.

⚠️Tw abuse, degregration but not the fun sexy kind, cutting, Jeff being the worst

Nina would slowly start pulling away from Jeff being her entire world and would make some new friends. Some being Clockwork, Toby and Kate as well as some human gal pals that talk shit about Jeff when they hear Nina talk about him and how he treats her. Of course Nina is seeing it through rose tinted glasses and doesn’t get why they hate him.

Jeff would notice her slowly pulling away even if it wasn’t really intentional on her part. She’s just a social butterfly and likes taking with people and making friends. Jeff gets jealous and waits for Nina at her house in the dark to catch her off guard.

When Nina comes back from hanging out with her human gal pals she was just expecting to take off her make up, maybe post some pics with the caption girls night out! and then head to bed. She didn’t expect for Jeff to be waiting for her, nor did she expect what would happen next.

“Where have you been?” “With some friends? Jeff what’s goin-“ “Are you tryin’ ta leave me?! Me!?!!” He would grab her by her ponytail and pull her close enough for her to smell alcohol on his breath. “I fuckin’ MADE you! You can’t live without me!! You are NOTHING without me! You’re just some stupid whore!!!”

At this point he’d have punched her in the face and let go of her hair. Nina would fall to the ground, a black eye forming as her mascara runs down her face due to her tears. She’d be too frightened to say much of anything, for as much of a douchebag Jeff can be he had never hit her before. “I’ll show you exactly who you belong to!” He punches her again and that hit splits her lip. He would shove her onto her back and force her onto her stomach. Sitting on her legs and holding her arms down so she can’t fight back. Taking his knife he would cut through her shirt and start carving his name into the small of her back. Not deep enough to leave her with any spinal damage but deep enough to make his name scar into her skin.

Nina with her lack of pain tolerance would start thrashing under him, screaming and crying all the while.

After it all happens and Jeff leaves her bleeding on the floor. Nina manages to limp herself to where Clockwork would be, Kate and Toby also being there are horrified by the crying, bloodied and broken Nina. Toby would have to hold Kate back from rushing off and killing Jeff, due to Jeff being friends with Ben who has control over all of their backgrounds, who/how many ppl they’ve killed and could easily send them to jail. Nina wouldn’t want Kate to see her like that and just hides herself in Clockworks arms and once held starts crying softly once again, mascara bleeding and staining clockworks white tank top

#Dia writes #crp hc #crp Jeff #crp Nina #creepypasta jtk #creepypasta nina the killer #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta Nina #nina the killer #jeff the killer #tw abuse #tw cutting #creepypasta #jtk #jtk headcanons #ntk #ntk headcanons

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stevenyeunloverfr · 11 months

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SHOULD’VE NEVER LET YOU GO

Warnings: Character death, Strangling, Attempted murder, Slight smut, Making out, AU.

Summary: You and Daryl are divorced with a daughter named Raven. Daryl has been hooking up with Leah, until she attacks you and Daryl tells you the truth.

Era: After Betas death / end of S10.

You woke up to horrifying screams coming from your daughter. You practically flipped out of bed running across the hall to your daughters room. She was wailing , almost sounding like she was in pain. You virtually knocked her door down. Come to find out she dropped her blanket. “Goodness Gracious Ray, you can’t do that.” You said breathing heavily, your heart still pumping in your chest. You grabbed her blanket and tucked her in again. You got back in bed and went to sleep.

You woke up to three almost identical knocks on your front door. You knew it was Daryl. He usually came around to say good morning to Raven. Most of the time he even stayed on the couch with her overnight. You missed him so much. His warmth and comfort every night. His strong arms pulling you in and his heavenly lips against yours. “Y/n” He discreetly yells with a scratchy, growly voice you couldn’t get enough of. You realized you had been zoned out. “Coming!” You murmured. You set Raven’s sippy cup down on the counter. You picked her up and held her on the sides of your hips. You opened the door and gave him a weak smile. “Hey.” He said in a low growl. You stared into each others eyes for a moment. “Hey. I’m guessing your here for Raven?” You said snapping out of your trance. “Nah, am actually here ta’ see ya” Me? You thought to yourself. “We’ll here I am.” “Jus’ wanted ta’ see yar face.” You turned bright pink. “Yeah?” “Ya, we’ll I oughta go.” He said leaning in to kiss Raven’s forehead. “Hey, wait.” You said, he turned around to face you. “I’m going out on a run today. You mind watching her?” “F’course not.” You smiled briefly at him, handing Raven to him. “Appreciate it.” You said sending him another weak smile. Daryl left with Raven while you went to grab your bag and shotgun.

You were at the closest convenience store to Alexandria. You had managed to grab a couple things. Before your eyes, it was already dusk. You decided to just find shelter before the walkers start swarming. You managed to find an abandoned cabin. Not knowing you were basically on the Reapers property. You fell asleep, your head leaning on your bag. You woke up to somebody on top of you. A familiar face with blonde hair that was graying. It was Leah, Daryl had been recently hooking up with her. You tried to grab the knife from sheath, but she slapped your hand away. “He’s mine.” She said in a furious voice. “I’m not with him an- ymore” You said struggling to breath due to her hands wrapped around your neck surely leaving marks later. She let out a soft chuckle. She starts punching you repeatedly in the face. You finally get a chance to flip her over and force her down, but she caught you off guard, you still practically half asleep. She took her knife and cut little scars into your face, purposely terrorizing you. She kept hitting you with all her strength until you were about to pass out. You heard loud footsteps coming from the cabin entrance, then an arrow went through her skull, she dropped on top of you making it even harder for you to breathe. You recognized the footsteps and the arrows. You were pretty sure they were Daryl’s but you just had the shit kicked out of you. You really weren’t sure. “Daryl?” You asked settling the question of if it really was him. “R’ya ok?!” He yelled pushing Leah off of you, not even caring that it was her. “Does it look like it?” You joked. He scoffed. You woke up in your bed. Daryl was asleep on the floor leaning against the wall with Raven in his arms next to your bed. “Daryl!” You whisper yelled. He jumped. “Yar awake.” “Why are you on the floor?” You asked. “Didn’t want to make ya uncomfortable.” He said. “Seriously? We’ve fucked at least 30 times and we have a kid together, your worried about me being ‘uncomfortable’” You mocked him. “We’ll shit woman, sorry if I’m tryna be considerate.” He argued. “Get up here.” You said. He stood up with the baby. “Without the baby.” He went over to her room and put her in her crib and shut the door. He climbed into bed next to you staring at the ceiling. You were cleaned up , and in new clothes. “Did you do this?” “Nah, dog did.” He teased. “Yar eyes lookin better.” He said. “What you did… yknow who that was right?” You asked. “Tha hell kinda question is that, f’course I knew.” He said. “But you loved her.” “Nah, she was just a distraction.” You turned your head to him confused. “Aight maybe I liked her a little. But that was before she almost killed my wife.” Your eyes widened, he called you his wife. “Ex, ex wife sorry.” You smiled. “No, wife is better.” He looked at you and you stared into each others eyes for a couple of moments, the sexual tension creating a heat in your pants. “I’d kill anyone for ya. I don’t give a fuck who they are. They ain’t ya. Shit I fucked up Y/n, I love you. Should’ve never let ya go.” The tension broke when you crashed your lips into his. Your lips surrounding his, he bit your top lip causing you to whimper. “Fuckin missed those sounds.” He said. You straddled him, his hands on your hips. He grabbed your neck causing you to wince from the pain of when Leah strangled you. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this.” He said. You nodded and layed on his chest. “So what are we.” I asked. “What we’ve always been. Husband and wife. He said.

a/n : i honestly don’t like this but it took to long not to post, im not the best at writing but this came to mind and it was to good to not write. any tips for better writing??

#twd daryl #daryl dixion x reader #daryl imagines #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon x you #daryl x y/n #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon smut #viral #pls follow me #like pls #pls reblog #pls rb <3 #pls rb if u can #foryou

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alolanrain · 1 year

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I’m just going to start piling my Ta!au quotes into one post instead of spamming everyone's timeline with it.

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(after a missions, Ash had a nightmare and can’t sleep and neither could Rowan)

Ash: That’s a terrible story.

Rowan: not all of us fight Gods and win, my boy. so take what I have.

Ash:.... tell me how you survived the Dragalge again?

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(later in the Alola timeline-think before Kukui announces the first league)

Ash: You're an asshole, you know that?

Lillie: Mankey see, Mankey do.

Ash: *flashbacks to all the times he’s used the exact phrase* *deep sigh* fair enough.

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(on a simple date after a long stake out mission)

Ash:*tired AF* Are you going to keep looking at me like that or are you actually going to kiss me?

Raihan: Can’t I enjoy looking at my meal before digging into it?

Ash... *tired, flustered and now angry because he’s flustered*

Raihan: *too pleased, the smug bastard* that’s what I thought.

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(after noticing Meowth working at the new malasada truck outside of school, completely ignoring James and Jessie who ignore him in return)

Ash: hey-not here to pick a fight, put your claw’s away-do you know Lillie’s brother?

Meowth: *suspicious but interested* the emo kid?

Ash: yeah.

Meowth:... why?

Ash: would it be insulting to you if I call him a ragged wet Meowth?

Meowth: *instantly relaxing* if you don’t call him that I will.

Ash: *grabbing the malasada's James hands him without making him pay* let’s tag team him then.

Meowth: sounds perfect to me, now get going. you’re holding up the line Twerp.

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(meeting and conversing with Goh and Chloe for the first time)

Goh: my mission is to catch Mew and then go on my first Pokémon journey!

Ash: *bites tongue and thank the legendries he’s where sunglasses to hide his uncontrollable flash of anger*

Chloe: Don’t listen to him-

Goh: Hey!

Chloe: -he’s the dumb one

Ash: *silently already picking favorites* I see.

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(after a prank war)

Gary: does my life truly mean so little to you?

Ash: *w/ neon green hair and permanent marker on his face* YES!

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(on a random Tuesday in Alola)

Ash:*swinging in a hammock with sunglasses and his hat* Are you here to kill me? *slurps annoyingly loud at his drink*

Mewtwo:... no but I’m thinking about it now.

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(after loosing the kids in the forest for a while)

Ash: where have you been!?

Lana: *sopping wet*

Mallow: *beginning of a rash on her lips*

Kiawe:*looks like he got into a fight with something and lost*

Sophocles: *also looks like he got into a fight with something and lost*

Lillie: *covered in flowers with a few Cutiefly buzzing around her*

Lana: I think you already know.

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(Champion meeting in Kalos-Lance is sick and Ash is his second by Orange Isles proxy)

Diantha: You're late. As usual.

Ash: *not high as a kite but not sober either* be happy that I’m even here in the first place.

Rose: it’s really innapro-

Ash&Diantha: not a word out of you.

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(Kiawe and Lillie hanging out with Ash even though he’s cleaning all his knives)

Ash: Put that down! You're like a child.

Kiawe: *pouting and placing down a sheathed knife* I’m a teenager, not a child.

Ash: uh-huh.

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(Ash begrudgingly letting Lana indulge the rain before class one day)

Ash: Well, don't stand there in the rain all day. Come on.

Lana: but I like the rain.

Ash: okay-let me rephrase then so you understand. Don’t make me give you detention-

Lana: *darts on past*

Ash: *smirking and start to trail behind* that’s what I thought.

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(after being trailed by some mercenaries from a Gala)

Rowan: we’re safe now, aren’t we boy?

Ash: *checks around corner of the alleyway they ducked into to loose their trackers* Yeah... yeah I think so old-

Goons: *appearing on the other side of the alleyway* there they are!

Ash&Rowan: *in unison* fuckshitfuckingtitballs-

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(in Hisui)

Ash: I swear it wasn't me.

Cyllene: *annoyed but in a motherly way* now why don’t I believe that?

Ash:.... because I’m your favorite survey member? *Growlith eyes and slight cheeky smile*

Cyllene: get out of my sight.

Ash: *squeaks* yes, Captain!

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(after an intense debrief after a mission going tits-up as Ash was unknowingly stalked by another mercenary)

Gary: Who did you piss off this time?

Ash: *slumping down in a chair next to Gary and the large as computer screens* it’s more like who I haven’t pissed off.

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(after first trimester of finals)

Kukui: *walks into the classroom, see’s Ash blank face and staring at the other doorway where Kukui originally left though*

Ash:

Kukui:

Ash:

Kukui: you gonna keep staring or what?

Ash: *broken out of the strongest dissociation spell in a long time**jumping out of his seat and making a fool of himself while falling down onto the floor* cheese and crackers on balls, you motherfucker-

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imagining-in-the-margins · 2 years

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CM Forbidden Love Fic Rec List

Hey everyone! I want to start by saying thank you so much to everyone who participated - it was so much fun to write alongside you all, and I can’t wait to share everyone’s hard work.

Second, BIG shoutout to the people who wrote Luke, Hotch, Ralvez, Temily, and Helle! You are so appreciated, and the diversity only makes these events better.

Without further ado, here are all of the entries + recs for the Forbidden Love Challenge!

SFW Spencer Reid

Forbidden Fruit by me: (Fem!Reader) When Professor Reid falls in love with a student, he learns why Adam choked on the Forbidden Fruit.

Not In That Way by @goldentournesol: (Fem!Reader) Spencer's TA falls in love with him.

Back to December by @goldentournesol: (Fem!Reader) Soulmate!AU where Spencer and Reader are not each other's soulmate.

Aaron Hotchner (16+)

If Loving You is Wrongby @ofwilliamandwalter: (Fem!Reader) When Y/N has a one night stand with her best friend's boss, she realized just how wrong things are. Lucky for her, the man she slept with doesn't want to be right.

NSFW S.R. Oneshots (18+)

Inescapable by @mercy-burning: (Fem!Reader) Years of tension under the surface between two friends comes to a head one night, leading them to believe that some relationships are just inescapable, no matter how forbidden they may be.

Summer's a Knife by @andiebeaword: (Fem!Reader) After spending two semesters in Dr. Spencer Reid’s Criminology class, Reader has developed a bit of a crush. During the following summer, she sees him again at a bar.

My Boss’s Daughter by me: (Fem!Reader) Spencer’s fling with his boss’s daughter is definitely going to get him fired.

Femme Fatale by me: (Fem!Reader) Unit Chief Reid is in over his head with the newest BAU member.

Icarus and the Moon by me: (Fem!Reader) Spencer is in love with a criminal… again.

Study Session by me: (Fem!Reader) Spencer really hates his student, but he can’t resist her.

Yellow Light by me: (Fem!Reader) Everyone thinks Reader is dangerous. Probably because she’s Cat’s sister. But is that why Spencer likes her?

Tell Ourselves a Good Lie by @writer-in-theory: (GN!Reader) Spencer falls for the one person who is untouchable to him: his sponsor. He knows it’s a bad idea, but is he willing to take the risk?

During a Look by @zoeschnauzi1: (Male!OC) After Aaron and Maeve, Spencer didn’t expect to fall in love again until she meets a young student Ryan Evans and has to make a decision regarding her feelings.

Red Lips and Rosy Cheeks by @samuel-de-champagne-problems: (Fem!Reader) Spencer Reid is a wallflower. But what happens to wallflowers when they’re invited to the dancefloor?

NSFW S.R. Series (18+)

The Birds & The Bees by me: (Fem!Reader) Reader interviews for a position as Dr. Spencer Reid’s Teaching Assistant, and Spencer learns something special about her.

Lily of the Valley by me: (Fem!Reader) Spencer was found guilty but mentally ill after the torture and murder of several men. He finds solace in his psychiatrist at the institution.

Lessons in Deviance by @fortheloveofwonderland: (Fem!Reader) Reader is smart enough to know that playing dumb to get more help from your incredibly attractive professor was a bad idea

Luke Alvez (18+)

Forbidden Fruit by @reidgraygubler: (Fem!Reader) Luke becomes a priest to help forgive his past sins and fight his temptations with the devil.

Ralvez/Reader (18+)

Pillow Talk by @fortheloveofwonderland: (Fem!Reader) When the new intern at the BAU says what sounds like Spencer and Luke’s name in her sleep, the boys are determined to find out which one of them she’s interested in. But what if it’s both of them?

Reidams (18+)

Already Got Your Heart by @andiebeaword: Spencer’s fresh out of prison, lying to his team once again. Did Cat Adams manage to dig her claws all the way to his heart?

Temily (18+)

Lead the Way by @foxy-eva: When Tara finds Unit Chief Emily in her hotel room at night, they need to figure out who really is in charge.

Helle

Happy Birthday, Elle by StupidSexyCopShows (Ao3): Elle knows Hotch is married. Unrequited pining ensues.

(Thank you for writing and reading with me. Let me know if you'd like me to add your story to this list!)

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jtl-fics · 9 months

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the ta neil au?? I love it!! I keep thinking about andrew sitting in on all of Neil's office hours to death glare at students who come in exclusively to flirt with him

Lol I'm trying to think of how I'd like to write it and part of me thinks it would be endlessly funny to do like an intro and then each of the Foxes coming to office hours and all the different people hitting on Neil while Andrew is just (Knife emoji)

#Ask #Future WIPS

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somedayonbroadway · 3 months

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the office au: crime-aid with medda comforting spot on the whole race situation :))

The Office AU

Love this. Made it a bit more angsty than the tv show, but i feel like Sprace demands angst and I’ve been watching Hazbin Hotel on repeat and need more whump and angst in my life.

Spot was really focused on his computer as he listened to the sound of phones ringing all around him. Nothing was on his computer. Just the standard background that came with the company and unopened apps perfectly placed in alphabetical order on the side. He’d been up all night again, plotting the demise of the world’s worst paper salesman that sat five feet away from him who had somehow managed to lure an angel into an engagement with him.

In fact the thoughts were still whirling through his head. He did have a large cleaver hidden in the tiles above his head. He smiled as he thought about how it would feel to chop the man’s hand clean off.

The thought was halted when an off-white envelope was waved in front of his face. “And one for you, Spottie-Dottie,” Albert sang with a bit of a baby-ish tone. Spot despised the way the man spoke to him.

The man tore the envelope from the man’s hand. “What is this?” he growled, ripping the thing open and freezing when he saw the linen cardstock inside.

“Your Save-The-Date, my good man,” Albert states with a British accent before moving on, not noticing how Spot’s lip hung open ever so slightly as he walked away.

“You set a date?” Spot whispered, his eyes wandering over to the most beautiful accountant in the corner.

Those blue eyes darted away from him the moment Spot made eye contact. Race was chewing on his lip, like he did when he was worried. It was adorable. Spot loved to kiss him when he did that, promising him there was nothing to worry about. He watched the other man concentrate on a sheet in front of him, but the lip biting didn’t stop.

Unable to stop it, Spot just looked back down at the invitation in his hand, running his fingers over the name printed in silver at the top. Anthony Isaac Higgins. He didn’t notice Medda looking over his shoulder with soft eyes, seeing how completely helpless he felt.

He grabbed his pocket knife and a piece of wood from his desk before marching into the break room and beginning to hack at the thing, trying to breathe. None of this made any sense. He couldn’t understand it. Albert was a buffoon. He was nothing. He’d never had any hardship. He’d grown up with everything, but Spot had worked for what he had. He’d made sacrifices. He could protect Race. He could be everything Race would ever need.

Medda sighed as she made herself a cup of tea. “What’re you doin’, honey?”

“Making a knife,” Spot spat at her sharply.

“Makin’ a knife with a knife?” Medda asked skeptically.

“You got a better way?!” Spot snapped. But when he looked up at her, he softened a bit, shaking his head. “Just don’t.”

“You know I know,” Medda insisted. “You could just… talk about it with me instead of pretending like you’re at it alone, like you always do…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Spot growled.

Medda nodded. “Okay,” she said, sitting back down and flipping through her magazine as she sipped her tea. “You know, my husband—“

“He introduced me ta so many things,” Spot said. “Sign language, people watching… presents just because you wanna show someone you’re thinking about them.” That made Medda melt a little bit. She wasn’t sure she’d ever heard Spot say something that sweet. “I just don’t get it,” he continued quietly.

“What?”

Spot finally looked over at her, shaking his head with a small shrug. “Why is he marrying Albert?” His voice wavered a bit, almost sounding like he was, well… heartbroken.

For Medda it wasn’t a mystery. So she let out another sympathetic sigh and shrugged. “Well… Anthony isn’t really a risk taker,” she explained. “And Albert’s not much of a risk.”

Spot sniffled a bit and ran his sleeve down his face. He shook his head. “I could protect him.”

“I don’t think he doubts that, honey,” Medda whispered. “Why don’t we go for a walk?”

Spot scowled a bit but nodded, grabbing his lunch and waiting for Medda to do the same before they made their way down to a bench outside the building. It was where Spot always went if he needed a quiet place to be alone from these idiots. But today, he needed to talk.

“Ya know, he was the one who asked me out?” Spot said.

Medda raised her eyebrow at that. “Really? I wouldn’t have ever guessed that,” she admitted.

“He puts on this front, like… like he’s reserved an’ all that, but… he loves ta be loud and crazy and when we would go back to his place, he’d take his hearing aid out and when he’d try to talk to me, he’d basically start screaming and he wouldn’t even care.”

A smile spread on Medda’s face at that. She nodded, just letting Spot continue.

“He’s got this thing he does with his tongue when he’s really focused on something. And when he gets excited, he’ll literally bounce up and down like a little kid, it’s so cute,” Spot insisted. “And I love him, Medda… I didn’t know what love was before him, but now I look at him and I know I’m gonna be loving him for the rest of my life…”

Those were the words that really hit Medda hard. “That’s hard,” she admitted. “I’m really sorry, Sean—“

“Thanks for listening,” Spot said suddenly before he stood and left. Medda didn’t try to stop him. She just watched him leave and then looked down at the sandwich he’d left behind.

Well, he didn’t seem to be eating it.

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They’d been robbed. The whole place. Some idiot left the door unlocked and now, Race’s backup heading aid was missing. He was trying not to be stressed about it but his hands were shaking now because his batteries were also gone and his hearing aid was dying. He could see Oscar trying to get his attention, but he couldn’t hear a word he was saying. It was all a jumbled, muffled mess. He tried to read the man’s lips, shaking his head and trying to make him see that he couldn’t understand.

Someone touched his shoulder. Race whirled around to find Jack standing behind him, still trying to talk to him, but Race shoved at him, yanking his dead hearing aid out of his ear and getting overstimulated and overwhelmed. He had tears in his eyes as he realized everyone was watching him. He looked around for anything safe, for the only other man who he knew he could be safe with, but someone else stepped into his eye line.

Albert smiled at him, not attempting to speak, just gently taking his face in his hands and signing the word “okay” to him, over and over again until Race rushed into his chest, letting Albert hold him in front of everyone because he just couldn’t handle this.

And from across the room, Spot scowled and turned to Medda. “Elevators, now!” he hissed. Before she could even respond, he was already heading to the hallway and all she could do was follow.

She let him take her into the elevator before he forcibly pressed the Door Close button. Then he turned to her, clearly hurt and frustrated. “I know he loves me, Medda. I know he does! He doesn’t need that idiot!”

“Then give him an ultimatum,” Medda insisted. “It’s either you or him. Not both.”

“You think that’ll work?”

“I think it’s the only way you’ll know for sure what his priorities are,” Medda said, getting off the elevator when the doors opened. Then she paused. “Wait, this isn’t our floor— Sean—“ she called as the doors closed on her.

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Race was finally calmer now, having washed his face in the bathroom. He was trying to get back to his desk, when Spot stepped in front of him. “Can you hear me?” the man asked.

The blond nodded. “Yes. Oscar ran out and got me new batteries—“

“Good, cause I’m only gonna say this once,” Spot said. “You can either end your engagement with that singing moron and date me, or what we have, the secret meetings, the late nights, all of that, gone.”

Race was stunned. He stared at Spot with his mouth agape as he shook his head, looking down. “I don’t know what you mean—“

“Don’t play dumb with me, monkey,” Spot insisted. “You have until six fourteen pm.”

Race sniffled and shoved past him, rushing to return to his desk.

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When Spot’s stopwatch went off later that day at exactly six fourteen, he looked over to the only person in the world he’d ever loved to find them looking straight at a red headed man who was completely clueless to the world. The auction happening in the background became loud and irritating as Spot rushed from the room, kicking at the door on his way out.

When he came back, he grabbed Medda’s wrist. “Come with me, someone slashed all your tires,” he said.

So Medda stood immediately and rushed out behind him, following him to the parking lot and finding that her tires were actually all flat, but the air had just been let out. “Spot, did you actually let the air out of my tires—?”

“He chose Albert,” Spot insisted, sounding out of breath like he’d circled the building nine times. “What now?”

Medda’s heart broke a bit. “You move on, sweetie—“

“Okay, I’ve moved on,” Spot stated, sounding desperate. “Now how do I get him back?”

Medda stepped towards him and gently took his hand. “Honey… I’m sorry,” she whispered. “You deserve to be with someone who wants to be with you—“

“That’s it? That's all your advice?” Spot demanded.

Medda didn’t respond. She could only shrug. “I’m sorry, Spot. It’s time to find someone who will love you the way you’ve loved him.”

Spot stared at her for a moment before he shook his head and started to walk away. Then he turned around, eyes on the floor. “Thanks, Medda…” he muttered, before he rushed away.

He didn’t know what he’d do next, but at least he knew he wasn’t alone. Not completely.

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zarvasace · 1 year

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Disability au, do Wind and Twilight bond over their limbn't sharing?

"limbn't" bahahaha of course they do

Scurvy

gen, Wind & Twilight, 800 words, AO3 link here :)

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"Don't tell me you're just eating that raw," Twilight sighs.

Wind looks up and behind him. He grins at Twilight sitting down on the scrubby ground next to him. Far below their feet—Twilight's two and Wind's one, since he took his leg off a few minutes ago—a river rages through a perilous gray canyon full of rocks. A waterfall pounds down to their right, far away enough that the sound is just comforting white noise. Wind always feels better, close to moving water.

"You are, aren't you?" Twilight sits down on Wind's left and looks at the lemon.

"What's that face for?" Wind asks. "You're not the one eating it." He knows that it's a little weird to eat a lemon like an orange, but he got a taste for them at the beginning of his adventure, and hasn't ever stopped. He kind of enjoys the way it makes the others groan at him.

"Is it good? Is that why you're eating it raw like that? Are your Great Sea taste buds that much different?" Twilight's teasing, even with that injured expression.

"I mean, yeah, I'm used to it." Wind picks up his knife to hack another slice off. "Besides, gotta stave off the scurvy."

Twilight sighs again. "You're not gonna get scurvy, Wind."

"What do you know about scurvy, landlubber?" Wind challenges. He sticks the lemon slice into his mouth and sucks on it for a moment. The juice tastes yellow, and is so sour it's sweet.

"Enough to know you're not gonna get it. You get fresh vegetables on a daily basis. Or, you would, if you actually ate them."

"I eat them! Most of them." Wind licks the excess juice off his hand and changes the subject quickly, asking a question he's been pondering. "How do you peel oranges with only one hand?"

Twilight reaches over to snatch one of the untouched lemons next to Wind. "Like I do everything else—carefully."

"Uh-huh…" Wind continues to enjoy his snack as he watches Twilight demonstrate. Twilight's accent is fun to listen to when he forgets he has it and just talks.

"Can I borrow your knife?" Twilight asks, lemon in his lap, and Wind hands it over. It almost looks small in his hand. "Peeling an orange is easy, the hard part is holding it still, which… really isn't a hard part. You just wedge it somewhere." He puts the lemon between his knees and works the blade of the knife down into the skin.

Wind pauses his own lemon snack to watch. A wince takes up residence on his face as Twilight moves the knife in a way that makes it look like he's going to cut his finger or his leg. He doesn't, but watching is a little bit frightening.

It really doesn't look hard. Peeling lemons isn't quite the same as peeling oranges, but it's similar enough. Twilight has always been missing one hand, so his movements are confident. Privately, Wind has always been glad he'd lost a leg rather than a hand. Even after meeting Twilight, and seeing all the things he could do that Wind wouldn't have expected, he's still glad.

The lemon smells nice and fresh as Twilight picks the last of the rind off of it. A few strings connect the rind and the fruit until he pulls them away. He tosses the peel off to the side, then picks up the lemon.

"Ta da. See? It isn't hard. You just gotta think about it."

Wind smiles. "So now what are you gonna do with it?"

"Uh…" Twilight looks down. "I'm not eating it. You?"

"I had mine already." Wind gestures to the last of his own peel in his lap, spiky with sucked-off bits of fruit.

Twilight frowns at the lemon. "Maybe I can catch some fish, and we can use this to flavor it."

With an exaggerated hum, Wind leans in. "If you eat a piece, I'll help you fish."

"Sure you will." Twilight gives him a look, and Wind shrugs as innocently as possible.

"It's not that bad."

Twilight is clearly thinking about it. He considers the peeled lemon, digging his fingers into a break between slices to separate it out. Wind has honestly never seen a lemon pulled apart like that before.

"Promise?" Twilight asks, his eyes narrowed at Wind.

"Of course. Promise. You eat a slice, I'll help you fish." Wind taps his heel against the stone, smiling up at Twilight with as earnest an expression as he knows how to make.

Two seconds later, Twilight pops an entire slice into his mouth. His face immediately scrunches up, and Wind dissolves into peals of laughter at his reaction.

#my writing #linked universe #lu fic #lu twilight #lu wind #disability au

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qierxing · 2 years

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Under the Sea

Yan! Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Halloween AU

CW/TW: Reader is noted with both she and they pronouns interchangeably due to their fluid state of being but is still considered G/N overall

“If you choose to lock your heart away, you’ll lose it for certain.”

–

Dead men tell no tales, they said.

Sailing would be easy, they said.

Did they think about the repercussions of unforetold supernatural problems?

The rancid smell of seaweed and brine makes your nose scrunch as you’re hauled up and thrown roughly onto your knees, shredding even more of your nice clothing. You doubt the cold hands cared though. After all, what is one puny mortal against a whole ship full of undead pirates?

“This one ‘ere’s seems to be the ca’pn, sir.” A guttural growl echoes above you, and murmurs of more crewmates surround you.

It was a good run, you thought to yourself. You fought till the end, until your daggers and saber were knocked out of your hands, your skin slashed and bruised, and till they had to pin you down from causing more trouble. It was more than what you could say for your own crewmates, the traitorous, cowardly scum, leaving you immediately and trying to flee with their own lives. Didn’t matter though, because they were all immediately slaughtered without mercy. You’d have more pity for them dying in their own pools of blood if they didn’t abandon you first.

A barnacle covered boot tips your chin up, and you’re face to face with a smug man, piercing green eyes, dark hair like coal tied in dreads and braids, tall and lithe figure to boot. The captain of this crew, no doubt.

“You. Herbivore. What’s yer name?”

People back home called you many names. The looney merchant. A superstitious fanatic. Raving madman on the better days. Today, you can now safely say they’re all fitting.

“...[First]. [First] [Last].” You cough up, after the boot digs into the crook of your chin and head, causing an unbearable pressure on your throat. The pressure removes itself and you’re left choking for air while the man hums in thought.

“Well, ca’pn Leona?” The voice behind you asks. A scrawny, weasley sounding voice. Must be the one who binded you. “Dunno why you kept this one alive.”

You could practically hear the grin in the next words.

“‘Cuz they got some worth to ‘em right now.”

–

“Have ye heard about the myth of Calypso?”

The name sets you on edge immediately. A pirate asking after the revered primordial sea goddess? That can only mean…

“Who hasn’t?” You shrug your shoulders flippantly. “Every child in a coastal town has heard about how she controls the seas and watches over sailors.”

An annoyed growl is your response. It seems your hunch was correct. “Not that, idiot. I meant about her curse.”

Aha.

“Curse?”

The captain gnashes his canines impatiently. “The one where she curses her lover for leaving her.”

“Ah, that. Yes, I’m acquainted.” You decide to stop teasing him and see where this leads.

“I need ta find her ring.” Silence reigns. You furrow your brows and cross your arms.

“You mean, the one that so happens to be dropped into the ocean, never to be seen again? The one where Calypso, herself, has been rumored to destroy? That ring?”

“Yes, that damn ring!” The ghost snarls, banging his fist on the desk, causing documents and books to fall off. “I need to find that ring so I can finally–!”

“That ring has been gone for more than a millenia. Scratch that, it’s not even proven to ever have existed.” You interrupt, uncrossing your arms, leaning brazenly on the rickety oak desk. “And yet, you’re wanting to stake your undead life on this trinket?”

A knife is driven a finger’s width away from your hand. You don’t blink as the captain’s face becomes inches away from your own. “What does a mortal know about being undead?! What do ye know of–” He cuts himself off, a pained look clouding his eyes. You only observe as he breathes in deeply.

“Alright. I’ll help you find it.” His head whips up in surprise. “On several conditions.”

He smirks. “Negotiatin’? You’ve got guts. Name ‘em.”

“One, that you promise not to kill or harm me at any point, especially after our deal is over. Second, once this is all over, you’ll return me back to land. Third and finally, you return my belongings back from your loot.”

The captain mulls over your words, deep in thought. Beads of sweat run down your back. It was a daring bluff, but if you were kept alive this long, it had to be for something!

He runs his hand down his face, groaning. “You drive a steep price. Fine. It’s a deal.”

A crack of an incoming thunderstorm echoes as you both shake hands.

–

You were many things. You were once a privateer. A bartender. Even a librarian at some point, shelving books for hours till the daylight blended to blue darkness.

But never, in your entire life, have you been made to scrub deck floorboards.

The sun beating down upon your aching figure feels like salt on top of many wounds. The biting smell of lye only makes your head spin and fingers burn.

Worth? Was your worth really amounting to just being a ship’s hands?!

Unbelievable. You end up slipping and nearly falling on your face into the bubbly mess. Left alive, but only to be doing dirty work for ghost pirates. If only the people back home could see you now…

“Shihehehe! Nice work, newbie. Cap’n Leona wants ta see you now, by the way.” The weasley voice! You look up to see squinty gray eyes and sharp teeth, all in a narrow face. There’s something unnerving about the way the ghost leans over you with his smirk, as if he’s a beast ready to devour its prey.

Shaking away the bubbles and your shame, you silently march right past him and into a sturdy chest.

“Oi, watch where ya goin’!” An angry rumble shakes you back to view the familiar face with silver hair and golden eyes that pushed you down back then. You stand your ground as the both of you stare each other down.

“My bad.” The man grunts as you push past him. “What’s their problem?” is the last thing you hear before you’re out of earshot.

You’re in a foul mood by the time you see Leona’s mug, and it seems he is too.

“What’s the hold up on finding the ring?!” He growls. His clothes are a mess more than usual, hair rumpled, and even his desk is near inhabitable.

You huff. “If I wasn’t bogged down on ship chores perhaps I can work more on that map to get you there, Captain.”

“We’re short on manpower, if ye can’t tell. Also I can’t have ye havin’ enough time to go schemin’ behind me back.” You roll your eyes, walking up to his desk and yanking out a long parchment, causing a rather cute yelp from Leona.

“Hey–!” You unravel the aged parchment, scanning over the red lines and dots that circle the map.

“Wow, you’ve made no progress at all. Do you really wanna find this ring?” The parchment is snatched out of your hands as Leona angrily snarls.

“Shut yer trap! I’m workin’ on it.” You heave a long sigh, walking over to his desk and starting to arrange the scattered papers and books.

“What the hell are you doin’?”

“What does it look like? I’m helping organize your space. Since you’re ‘working’ on it, nothing wrong with making your environment better, no?”

He only grumbles in response, but a strangely comfortable silence falls as you both do your tasks, seemingly in tandem. The sound of the quill scribbling is rather nice on the ears as you put back books and sort papers into neat piles. It’s only when you’ve finally refilled his inkwell that you lean over his shoulder and take a look and whistle.

“Nice work, Captain! Now we’re getting somewhere!” You clapped him cheerily on the back without much thought, making him scoff.

“This much is nothin’, herbivore.” If you looked closer, you would’ve seen how he leant into your palm, eyes softening as his voice resembled one of looking at a lover.

–

The night sky has always been beautiful.

And as the stars twinkle above, you can hear the pirates singing their drinking songs, raucous and loud, but with whatever soul they have left in their rattling ribs.

Your drinks were pretty popular, once they found out you could make the most killer mixes out of whatever they had in stock. Ruggie, the silver eyed weasley pirate, became your instant friend as he handed out your brews to other eager crewmates.

“Shihehehe! Think of all the profit we could make outta this! Yo, Jack, come get some of this!” The younger man staggers under the weight of his drunk senior throwing himself onto him, grunting as he looks panicked.

When you break away for some peace, you find that your intended spot was already taken.

“Come ‘ere.” You blink, half turned in resignation at finding another stargazing spot.

“Are ya deaf? Come ‘ere.” Well, it’s not like you can turn down a command. You settle yourself down next to the lazing captain, looking up wistfully.

It’s a perfect clear sky. You wish you had your telescope with you. From here, you can see a bit of the Crux and then bits of the Centauri–

“We’re close to the ring, aren’t we?” You turn your head to observe a still Leona.

“Yes.”

A long pause.

“Why did ye agree to help me? I didn’ even hafta threaten ye all that much.”

You hum, eyes still fixated on the stars. “I could ask ya the same question of why you spared me, Captain.”

Another agonizing beat.

“I thought ya were a fool.” He shifts, shoulders popping and cracking. “All yer crewmates had the sense to run but ye just stood ya ground like ye weren’t up against the famous dread pirate Davy Jones.

I guess I can admire that kind of stupidity, ya know?”

You remain silent, throat closing in on itself. Silence returns, but you can no longer admire the stars before.

–

The shrine is ruined, as you expected. All that remains is a half buried altar in sand and broken shells and rocks around it.

“What the hell is this?”

“It is what you’re searching for.”

For someone to have been searching for this ring so desperately, he looks furious, enraged even. He clenches his hand around the silver tightly, hands trembling. Perhaps you should’ve been more sensitive than just plopping the trinket into his hands.

“How do I know yer not just trickin’ me with a fake?!” He roars, the cave around you echoing. Water drips from stalactites, plopping down into puddles surrounding your area.

You gesture towards the shrine carelessly. “Give it a try. It’s what you’ve been wanting all this time right?”

Leona’s eyes widened. “What do you–” “You wanted to be free, didn’t you?” You tilt your head, annoyed. “Well, this is it. Once you do the ritual with that ring and return it to Calypso, you’ll be free of your curse. Your love.”

“No.”

Your mouth purses at the ghost’s retort.

“I want to return to her.”

Something in you snaps.

“You left me.” It is not you speaking, but the sea. It wails and groans as the wind howls. “You do not get to choose to come back to me, not now.”

Water rises with your temper as Leona begins to comprehend what is going on. The stalactites tremble, ready to collapse under the pressure the water pounds upon the rocks. You slowly reach out your hand.

“Give me back my ring.” Your eyes glow, your mortal veil falling away like sand. This is your domain, where he left you to rot and cry out for him for many nights, until you could only pick your trembling bones up and out into the world. Stripped of your emotions, left to rage and scream at the sky, as you walked along the seafloor. For many moons, you wondered if you could ever live without him. As year by year passed, you wandered dry land to forget the aching pain in your heart.

You will make him regret ever wronging you.

“No.” Leona steps forward against the sloshing tides, now up to his knees. He bares his fangs.

“I won’t.”

“What are you doing–!? Give me–” You howl in rage as your outstretched arm is snatched and you’re wrenched into his arms, writhing in anger.

“I won’t let you go, ever again.” He whispers in your ear, and the last thing you register is the feeling of metal on your ring finger.

—

“It seems like the ship was ransacked by pirates.” The old man sighs, leaning back in his rocking chair.

“Really?” The child at his feet frowns. “But that nice sailor told me all sorts of cool stories…”

The old man shakes his head in disapproval. “Loads of tosh. That superstitious lunatic would only fill your head with stuff of fairytales. Forget it.”

The child looks out their window into the horizon, the sunset leaving shadows on the waves crashing onto the shore. He blinks, and for a moment, he swears he sees the silhouette of a large ship in the distance.

He rubs his eyes, and when he opens them again, it’s gone.

“How strange…”

He could've sworn the flag was a skull crossbones.

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst #my works #another word barf that worked out. nice #a small twist on pirates of carribean but this time reader gets to go crazy #this is rather tame for yandere fic lol

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can i offer percybaster god swap au Poseidon Al and Hecate Percy 👀

or even percaethabaster

YES!!! I mean I'm now going to ramble about percybaster but this totally fits as percaethabaster too (mostly mine and phoenix's ramblings tbh)

Ok ok Al who's been at camp since he was a kid, all alone in the Poseidon cabin, not allowed to go outside the camp because of what happened to Thalia and people mostly avoiding him bc. Big Three kid.

He's lonely! He has double daddy issues from both Poseidon and Mr. Torrington! He only has a handful friends! Kronos found himself a perfect opportunity!

Insert Percy

Tlt goes mostly the same. Luke steals the bolt and the helm. Poseidon and Zeus are at eachother's throats. Al is snippy bc he's half sure Zeus wants to kill him more now. His friend Annabeth wants to know if he knows something. (He does the voice in his dreams have a finger on it but he won't tell her that!)

Percy comes to camp in the same way. Turns out being the son of a Titannes attracts a lot of monsters. Aka the Minatour. Sally instead of being taken by Hades (bc he doesn't have any reason to blame Percy) gets saved by Hecate and they're casually chilling in the Underworld during the whole time. Percy still thinks she died tho

Al takes Annabeth, Grover and Percy on his quest bc he doesn't give a single fuck about the rules.

Al leaves with Luke that summer. No scorpion scene ensures. Percy is told Al joined Kronos but he doesn't want to believe it.

Until he comes face to face with Al in SoM.

So now we have Al as the Ta's leader, Luke as his general/advisor, Silena as the spy and Ethan and Chris as his lieutenants

Al and Percy secretly meet up a lot. They're dating. Luke knows this and helps/covers up for Al (also does the threatening when they need to bc he knows Al can't threaten his bf). Ethan also knows but no one knows he does. Annabeth also also knows but Percy only learns this after The Percybaster Breakup.

Yeah, so, every time they meet they slightly argue about Kronos but also brush it off quickly. Until Al tells him he'll be Kronos's host that is. Percy is obviously upset and angry. Al tells yells him he doesn't have a choice in the matter. Cue they yell at eachother and Al storms off. The next time Percy sees him is as Kronos. :)

And Hecate Percy, right?! He's the only sibling in Chb! The rest are in Ta! He fought Lou in the labyrinth instead of Ethan! He has to fight the rest in Botl and BoM! He loves his mom and knows she loves him too but they're on opposite sides!

BoM rolls around. Alabaster inherited the Earthshaker part and Kronos uses this! It's the reason Williamsburg Bridge is destroyed. And the roads of Manhattan are in shambles.

In throne room Annabeth manages to reach out to her old friend and Percy hands Al the knife. Al dies.

Except. That's whet everyone else thinks bc Poseidon, not wanting his son to die, turned him into a fish. Al is very much not impressed.

It's OK Hecate turns him back during Hoo and he joins the Argo when Hazel visits Hecate. He's so worried/scared when he learns Percy and Annabeth are in Tartarus.

Percybaster get back together during Boo

That end scene with the gods in Boo, a summary;

Al: YOU TURNED ME INTO A FISH?!?!

Poseidon: Would you rather I let you die??

The rest of the Olympians: ...we would actually.

Also Hazel and Percy bonding on magic.

Honorable mentions: Luke getting the canon Al treatment and getting exiled, Chris and Ethan death swap, the Ta massacre still happening so Percy losing almost all of his sibs.

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Fransweek '23 - Day 3

Theme: Tears Rating: T Pairing: UF Sans/Frisk - Shayromi's Frans Family Inspired Word Count: 1,043

I love the Underfell AU, I had to use it somewhere lol Cross posted to Ao3 here. @fransweek

When Frisk first fell underground she'd been an easily impressed naive child, too smitten with the mysteries of the underground and instantly taken to idolizing its intimidating and vicious inhabitants.

The monsters weren't really cruel like they'd have liked her and every other human to believe, they were just…rough around the edges. She'd witnessed each one laugh and tease, playfully groan and cry—display every range on the emotional spectrum.

Except for a certain skeleton that is.

Sans did all of those things too, except cry. He never shed a tear. Not once. He didn't whine or sob when Frisk had nearly lost her soul setting them free, didn't get misty eyed when he'd poured his thoughts out as a lost soul, and when Frisk had expected it most with everyone cheering and crying around them once they reached the surface—his sockets were still dry, his grin still relaxed and expression unbothered as sunlight glinted off his golden tooth for the first time.

Being so young and the way she was Frisk didn't think anything of it at the time. Sans had come across collected, smooth and confident. She'd figured he just wasn't the type to get emotional.

But then as the years passed and her maturity developed and intelligence grew she started to notice.

Sans didn't cry when they'd been separated for a few years for her ambassadorial duties and reunited, the time on the surface hadn't seemed to soften him like it had his brother Papyrus who'd nearly strangled her in his arms excitedly while crying tears of his own to match hers.

Sans didn't cry when after dancing around it for six months he'd finally found the courage to ask her out and she'd accepted, only grinned softly as she was left joyfully weeping alone.

He didn't cry at their wedding though unfathomable adoration and love had been plain to see in his gaze, didn't wail at the birth of their first child but looked beyond joyous that no words could adequately describe it, and didn't so much as whimper after a political incident where Frisk's life had been at risk when he'd come in a raging bull only to fall to his knees in concern when she'd been carefully lowered onto the paramedic's stretcher.

He'd been just as calm, reactive, and blunt just as he'd always been but never broken—never so overwhelmed his body could only produce his emotions in a physical reaction like it did for literally everyone else. Frisk resigned herself to thinking that Sans was simply incapable of such a thing. That maybe something had happened in his past or that he just defied nature both magical and non alike.

And then it happened.

She walked in on him cutting an onion one day, to find Sans sobbing like a baby.

Her eyes shot wide as saucers as his crimson eyelights warbled around the rims and the frame of his teeth trembled, thick globs of gelatinous raw magic pouring from his sockets and nasal both in continuous rivets. Frisk's mouth fell open, and she was rendered speechless. Sensing her presence Sans wiped an arm across his face, only making the mess bigger by smearing the magic across his skull like badly glowing lipstick as he sniffled.

"what?! c-can't ya see 'm tryin' ta make dinner here!?" His voice struggled between its usual deep transatlantic bass and a high pitched squeaky tone that cracked.

Frisk's brows raised to her hairline but she didn't say anything as she moved to stand next to him and look down at the onion he was chopping.

"...chewing gum usually helps me when I do it."

Sans shot her a glare, more of a pout as the tears undermined it.

"tried that."

Frisk laughed.

Her husband threw down the onion and knife and tossed his hands up before turning to her. "okay what!? just cuz i'm—i'm not a whimp ya hear me!? they sting and it just happens—"

She held up a hand as she tried to compose herself. Sans reluctantly quieted down but didn't look pleased in the slightest as he crossed his arms. He only wound up looking cute with how the warbling in his eyes became more apparent the bigger they got in his frustration.

"I just," she paused to wipe a tear away. "I'm surprised is all. I really thought you couldn't cry! How ridiculous is that?!"

Sans stared at her as Frisk once more started laughing. She laughed so hard she bent over and had to use the counter to support herself. His sockets widened, and then he snorted as he began to join in. When they both finally dissolved into tiny giggles and sighs he shook his skull.

"'course i can. just cuz you don't see it doesn't mean i don't." Frisk tilted her head curiously.

He responded with a shrug. "i just wait until no one's around. shower, in my 'study' as you call it. places i know i won't get found without warning."

She had to know.

"When we got married?"

"oh i cried like a lunatic, after you went to bed that night." He scoffed.

Frisk crossed her arms and grinned. "When Elys—"

"in a broom closet at the hospital, down the hall from your room." Sans looked up at the ceiling, nostalgic. "also had a small panic attack while i was at it worrying i'd drop her holding her that first time."

Frisk didn't know what to say. There was a sudden blooming in her chest, warm affection and tenderness that left her incapable of anything else but staring at the monster she loved. The intent must've been felt, as Sans looked at her and started blushing an adorable cherry red.

"what!?"

She shook her head and turned to finish off the onion. "I love you."

Sans didn't say anything at first, his arms around her waist was more than enough. But then he pressed his teeth to her throat in a mock kiss and hummed, "i know, lucky ain't i?"

This skeleton.

"Darn right you are!"

They both turned to see Elys in the kitchen doorway holding her baby brother Arno. "And you're supposed to say 'I love you' back, dad."

"Busted~" Frisk teased as Sans grumbled petty nonsense into her shoulder.

#undertale au #underfell #frans #sans/frisk #frans family #fransweek #fransweek2023 #Ao3 #fanficiton #fluff #comedy

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