#oh well they’ll still look good and they’re matching which is cute

[mayasdeluca]

#station 19 #station 19 cast #stefania spampinato #jaina lee ortiz #boris kodjoe #well that’s…an outfit lol #they really did marina dirty when the other women are dressed and styled so nicely #oh well they’ll still look good and they’re matching which is cute

[mediumgayitalian]

The infirmary door creaks slightly as Nico pushes it open, wood swollen in the summer heat. He freezes, listening for the sound of angry curfew harpies, but luckily there don’t seem to be any around (they tend to camp around the Hermes cabin, understandably).

The infirmary is much darker than it usually is, letting the three or four people in it overnight rest. Some softer lights are on at the nurse’s station, making the blonde head under them glow. Nico pads forward, steps a practiced silence on the clay tiles. He can’t see if Will has his hearing aids on under his hair; he probably does, because Nico can’t imagine him on duty without them. Either way, he makes sure to approach the medic from in front, tapping the counter when he’s close enough. Will doesn’t startle, only glances up, flashing a smile — he heard.

“Hey, darlin’,” he greets.

Nico rolls his eyes, firmly holding back the smile that tries to force its way on his face. “Hey.”

“Nightmares?”

Surprisingly, no, although maybe that’s just because Nico couldn’t fall asleep at all. After the third hour of trying — which was, frankly, remarkable, he should get an award for staying in his bed the entire time like the Mature Person He Is — he gave up, figuring he might as well put all his annoyance to good use. And Will, for some reason, is endlessly amused by Nico’s complaining, so it’s his personal mission to make the stubborn boy crack. One day, gods help him, Nico will turn that usually sunny grin into a scowl, just so he can make an irritating Apollo-related comment about it.

(He’s hoping for the same eye twitch he gets when he attempts any ‘Underworld-y stuff’).

“Something like that.”

Will hums, but doesn’t press. After a minute he gestures to the spinny chair behind the nurse’s station. Nico takes the hint, ducking through the half-door and sitting on the old leather.

He likes the infirmary at night. Maybe it’s a strange place for him to find so much peace — ghosts often linger here, many of them pained, and it always smells of rubbing alcohol and eucalyptus — but he likes it anyway. It’s less visually sterile than a hospital, more akin to an apothecary, and the whole place always feels warm. Will’s off-tune humming echoes quietly as he works, mixing with the soft snores of the few patients and the repetitive grinding sound of whatever poultice he’s currently preparing. If Nico wasn’t so randomly wired, the sounds would lull him to sleep. They have before.

“Prepping for tomorrow,” Will explains when he catches Nico looking. Some of the softness on his face fades as he tightens his jaw. “I’m sure we’ll need it.”

Nico uncurls slightly from the armchair, peering curiously forward. He’s not sure what’s more intriguing — whatever healing magic Will is prepping, or the uncharacteristic bitterness in Will’s voice.

“…Need what?”

“Everything.”

“Oh, well, thank you, that clears things up nicely.”

Will snorts. His grip on the mortar loosens.

“C’mere, then, I’ll show you.”

When Nico is close enough, he sets down the pestle, revealing very fine, almost bleach-white powder.

“Shells,” he reveals, pointing to several still-whole ones. He smiles slightly. “It’s the kids’ job to gather ingredients, and this is probably their favourite. They’ll play with the naiads for hours to get enough, Gracie’s always tuckered right out after.”

Nico matches his small smile. Gracie, Will’s youngest sibling, is a cute kid, obsessed with mermaids. He imagines collecting seashells from the Greek version of mermaids is practically a dream come true.

“What’re the shells for?”

“They’re pure calcium carbonate, basically. Good for dyspepsia, which won’t help for capture the flag, but also good for caustic burns, which will.”

Nico nods. He has, for some reason, spent enough time around the apothecary to pick up more than a few medical terms – largely because Will talks like he swallowed a pre-med textbook, which isn’t that far off from reality.

“Why use shells, though?” He gestures to the powder Will is still crushing, even though Nico can’t imagine it getting any finer. “Why not just have Chiron order the stuff? It’d probably be easier.”

“Yeah, but it wouldn’t work as well.” Apparently finally satisfied with the crushed shells, Will tips the powder out into a much bigger bowl, then sets it aside. He carefully selects six of the whole shells and begins to crush them – Nico winces, because the first few cracks are much louder than he was expected in such a quiet room. “Whatever Chiron ordered would be crushed by machines, in a factory, probably made from chalk or limestone. It would still function as an antacid, sure, but –” Will pauses for a minute, facing Nico fully. His voice is softer, and he has to lean in to catch it. “Seashells held living beings. For years, they were homes. Maybe for an entire lifetime. And they were gifted, willingly, by spirits of the sea, and then crushed by human hands. At least three exchanges. There’s magic in that, and that makes them more powerful.”

As Will crushes the new shells, Nico steps up beside him, reaching into the larger bowl and digging into the powdered carbonate. The granules are finer than sand, fine as sugar – he buries his hands in them and concentrates, and in seconds he can feel the tiny remnants of spirits in them. Not souls – there is no human death lingering here – but thousands and thousands of fractured pieces of something that was once living. His arms tingle, goosebumps raising all over his flesh.

“Huh.”

Will grins. “Yep.”

Nico watches him out of the corner of his eye as he works. He is totally focused on his work, face slacking again as he sinks into the motions of it: twist, twist, scrape, check grain size; over and over, again and again. His arms must ache. It’s something like three in the morning, he’s been on duty since ten. Nico knows him too well to assume he’s been sitting idly for any of that time.

“Why don’t you ever play capture the flag?” he asks, surprising himself. He’s not usually one to break silences. Will tenses slightly beside him, and the rest of the words come tumbling out of his mouth, although he was unaware he’d been holding them in so tightly. “I mean, you’re always on shift. I know you’re in here a lot, but you like training, usually. Especially stuff where you get to run around. I would’ve guessed that –”

“I know that capture the flag is important,” Will interrupts. His hands have gone still. Nico snaps his mouth shut immediately. “Obviously. Everyone needs to keep their skills sharp.” His presses his lips together. A particularly loud snore from one of the patients makes them both look over, and it’s a long time before he speaks again.

“But I don’t like when we play war against each other,” he says. He turns to Nico and smiles humourlessly. “I know it’s dumb. But it just feels…I dunno. I’ve treated the injuries after the fact for years – too many of them aren’t accidents. Besides, I’m more help here, anyway. Chiron’s a field medic, anything more serious will need the infirmary.”

He abruptly turns back to crushing the shells, clearly ending the conversation. He has also begun humming again – aggressively and upbeat. The tension is gone from his shoulders, but his knuckles are white against the grip of the pestle.

He is not telling the full truth, Nico thinks. Will is a bad liar. All Apollo kids are, but Will especially – he squirms.

But Will is his friend. And Nico can take a hint – or maybe a silent begging to drop it.

“What time does your shift end?” Nico asks. “Six?”

Will slumps in relief, shooting him a genuine smile. “Yeah. Austin’s taking over for the morning while I sleep, then I’m back again at 2, just before the game starts.”

“I’ll stay up with you, then.”

“Absolutely not, doctor’s orders, Nico, you need to sleep –”

Nico places his hands over Will’s shaking ones, fleeting. His stomach erupts in a way he’s learned to ignore. The tremor in the medic’s hands finally stills, grip loosening.

“I’ll stay up with you.”

“Yeah,” Will says finally, starting the pestle up again. “I guess that’s fine.”

———

part two

#i have lore again #i love lore #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #will/nico #nico/will #solangelo #deaf will #pining nico #pre relationship #ctf au #fic #my writing #longpost

[gay-wh0re-slut]

Rhea request!! Rhea has a pretty little girlfriend whose not involved with wwe but is at every fight looking sweet as can be while cheering on her hot goth gf. Maybe there’s gossip around the other fighters that reader is too good for Rhea making her feel insecure but reader is just balls to the wall obsessed with her and intends to prove *winky face*. Bonus points for a strap during the smutty scene.

oh this is so cute and hot at the same timeeee. thank you for the request!!!!

CW: soft dom rhea, fingering, cunnilingus, use of a strap, praise, sub fem reader, slight degradation?, slightly public sex?, hot sexy hot sexy

Only One for Me

“RRRRIPTIDE!!” scream the commentators.

“Hell yeah, baby!” you scream into the crowd.

“1!…2!…3!” *DING DING DING* rings the final bell of the match.

Rhea held the pin a bit longer than she usually would’ve looking for you in the crowd, but it only took her a second because you were always front and center at every one of her shows. She gives you a wink and a cheeky smile before she throws the woman beneath her to the side. She snatched her belt from the ref as she stood, panting, sweaty, hot. Her arms raised in victory as the crowd was going crazy. She found you once more and blew you a kiss before exiting the ring.

You catch the kiss and throw one back. You knew she would retain but there’s always the slight chance of her not so you’re always on the edge of your seat. Or that may be because you know what’s happening later that had you on the edge, but either way you were happy for her.

You never knew much about wrestling but you always kept up to date with things and tried to read up on the rules as often as possible. Rhea appreciated that you took the time to try to learn but she didn’t want you wrapped up in it. “it’s good to know someone outside of all this,” she would always say. So you don’t try too hard, but you still want to be there for her.

The show finally finished and you headed backstage. You know the crew enough to where they’ll let you know where the tattooed woman was so you could meet up with her after every show. Today seemed different though, they were giving you weird looks and barely speaking. What’s going on? you thought.

You finally made it to her dressing room. You knocked before opening the door without a response.

“Hey baby!” you say excitedly, but she didn’t turn around. You close the door behind you and walk towards her.

She was still in her gear, when she usually takes it off right after the show. Her hands held her forehead sitting at the vanity desk, obviously something was off.

You gently placed a hand on her back, “Hey… everything alright?” you ask hesitantly. She flinched when you touched her. “Baby?”

She slammed her fists down which made you jump. I see why they were giving me weird looks now. She was angry. She won the match so you’re not exactly sure why she was so mad.

You squat down next to her, “Honey what happened?” you question again.

“They think you’re too good for me,” the australian growls.

“What?”

“The girls,” she finally looks at you, she had been crying, “they think you’re better off without me. They say my anger should’ve driven you away like the rest, but it didn’t so they think you’re too good for me.”

“Are you kidding? I would never in a million years leave you. Frankly, I think they’re jealous,” you smirk trying to lighten the mood. “Who said this?”

“One of the PA’s. She’s newer so she’s trying to suck up to me by telling me what the others have said,” she trailed off.

“Well good on her because that’s ridiculous. You’re my number one, the love of my life, the apple of my eye, I would never leave you.”

A smile grew on her face as she turned her whole body to face you. You wiped the single tear before it formed yet another black streak on her face. “Honestly,” you start, “this is kind of a look.” You point towards the mirror. “Looks sick as hell. Do this next time and they’ll for sure leave you alone.”

She chuckled as she thought about it. “Yeah maybe,” a few seconds pass, “are you sure?”

“Sure about what? That I’m crazy in love with you and wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world because you’re the absolute best thing that’s ever happened to me literally ever? Or that the makeup is cool? Because both,” you stand and lift her chin towards you and give her a small kiss on the lips.

You move sit on the vanity table and swing your fishnet legs back and forth. You sigh dramatically, “if only there was someway we could prove that I’m perfect for you.”

Ice blue eyes blink in surprise before she speaks, “and how could we do that?”

“Ooh, I don’t know,” a devilish grin grows on your face, “you could fuck me right here in hopes they hear me screaming your name… i don’t know, that’s crazy though.”

It takes her a few seconds to process what you just said, then responds with, “Someone could just walk right in and see me bending you in half begging me for mercy.” Her confidence grew in seconds as she stood and wedged herself between your legs, her hands beside your hips on the table, leaning in with just centimeters between your face and hers, “Now that would be crazy.”

Your breath hitches at the closeness of her. “Y-yeah.” What have I gotten myself into? But you don’t mind one bit.

A familiar tattooed hand finds its way to your thigh, gliding its way up and under your black skirt. You immediately feel yourself getting wetter by the minute. If you could melt into a puddle, you would’ve been long gone by now. She feels her way up to the lace hiding beneath.

“You’ve been planning this all along haven’t you?” she calls you out.

“Maybe,” you giggle.

“Are they…over your tights?” she feels around.

You giggle again, “maybeee.”

“God, you’re such a slut,” as she forces them off and of course you comply.

You kick them off over your wrestling boot look-a-likes, while her hand travels towards your wet folds. You barely tilt your head back with your eyes closed, biting your lips as you moan quietly at the new sensation.

“Look at you,” she continues her slow movements barely teasing your entrance, “already so wet for me and we barely even started. If only the other girls knew how much of a whore you were for me they would shut the hell up, isn’t that right, princess?”

Your head has fully fallen back now leaning on the vanity wall, “mhmm,” you force out.

Her finger grazes your folds gathering as much wetness as possible, lifts it to her mouth and cleans it right off keeping eye contact with you the entire time. “If only they knew how good you taste, they would be begging for a turn.”

“They’ll never be as good as you,” you boost her confidence.

“You’re right,” her hand goes back to where it was but now it’s drawing small circles around your clit, “they don’t even deserve a slut half as good as you.”

Your hips jerk, “nuh uh,” you agree trying to stay in the moment as much as possible but it’s always so hard to talk when your hot buff goth girlfriend is close to being knuckle deep inside of you.

“They’ll never know what it’s like to pin you down on the bed,” her pace quickens, “kiss your neck,” she kisses your neck, “hear you moan,” her pace quickens even more, “feel you,” her other hand moves to your hair and holds your head, “or make you cum so hard your eyes roll back into your head and you lose consciousness,” and with that two fingers push their way inside of you between the holes of your wide fishnet tights, as the other braces your head from hitting the wall too hard.

You moan loudly, “fUck!” You catch your breath as much as possible, “never,” you finally respond.

She slowly pumps in and out of you, “not too loud, baby, just enough to where they can hear you at the door.”

You nod your head, whining at every movement.

“Good girl,” she begins kisses your neck again pulling at your hair to allow her more access.

After a few long minutes of moans, whines, kisses and the sound of her fingers creating a pool under you, she pulls you out of her trance, “take over for me.”

Your eyes force open, “huh?”

“Take. Over.” she pulls her fingers out of you, “I need to get something so fuck yourself until I’m ready,” once again she sucks her fingers clean, “mmm……do it. Now,” she begins to walk away, but turns back, “and close your eyes until I say so.”

You hesitate at first but do as your told knowing there would be consequences if you don’t. So you close your eyes and begin. You could never do it as well as she could but it got the job done until she came back. You heard the sound of her locker opening and closing, a zipper, some shuffling and a thud on the floor followed by her footsteps coming closer to you.

“Look how good you’re doing. I bet you’re thinking of me as you fuck yourself, huh babygirl?”

You could sense that she was back in front of you and you couldn’t help but put on a show. So you hiked one leg up on the table and leaned back on your free hand giving her the full view of your hand moving in and out of your wet center. “Mhmm,” you whine out. By now your orgasm was creeping up on you and you couldn’t wait much longer. “Please hurry,” you beg.

“Open your eyes, but don’t stop,” she commands.

When you do, you find her with her shorts off, one leg on the chair she was sitting in earlier and her hand massaging her own clit. You gasp in awe pausing your own motions for a split second before you continue. She was almost dripping she was so wet.

“You made me so wet baby, looks like I’m the slut today,” she chuckled. She grabbed the back of your head pulling you forward for a sloppy kiss. You’re both moaning and whining helplessly as you both continue pleasuring yourselves.

“Now c’mere,” she pants, “on your knees,” she points to the floor as she continues her hand movements on herself.

You quickly do as you’re told knowing exactly what she wants but never doing it out of turn. Everything is on her time by her rules, which you learned the second time. The first time you wanted to push her buttons and that you did, but you don’t regret it one bit because that’s when you fell in love with the muscular woman.

She grabbed your head and forced your face into her hot center and you knew just what to do without her asking. So you wrap your arm around her standing leg for balance as your other hand finds its way to her other thigh pushing it open as much as possible. You slide your tongue up her folds, causing a groan from above. You lap at her slit a few more times before focusing on her now swollen bud. Circling, flicking up and down then side to side, finding what she wants this time. Continuing the up and down, the hand on her thigh moves two fingers inside of her pumping in and out with a curling motion inside.

“Holy FUCK!” she screams out falling forward and bracing herself on the vanity table. “Shit, baby, don’t stop!”

Never in a million years would you think to stop.

Her breath quickens, her walls clench around your fingers, her hand squeezes your hair tighter, and loud whines coming from above you, “oh fUck…YES!” and she comes all over your hand. You’re basically dripping at the sight of her already but this almost made you cum right then. Moans spilling out of the black lipstick as she rides out the high on your face.

She pulls your head out from under her and drags you to standing somehow with the same strength as normal. Bringing you in for another sloppy kiss, tasting herself on you, she moans once more.

“Sit back down,” she breathes as she walks behind the chair facing away from you.

So you do and watch her pull on a different pair of shorts. You tilt your head in question until she turns back around swinging a purple dildo attached to the shorts. Your eyes widen but your smile is huge. It hasn’t been long since she has used the strap but it’s been long enough that you’re way too excited to use it.

“You just… had that in your bag?” you question.

“Maybe I was also planning something,” she runs her hand through her sweaty hair, “now open.”

Before you got the chance to do it yourself she does if for you. Pushing your legs as far as they would go, then pulling you towards her with a squeal until you’re just barely hanging off the counter.

“Let’s see how much of a slut you still are,” she sucks her finger once more before circling your clit again a few times before plunging her fingers back into you with groan escaping you.

After a few pumps, she pulls out then places the strap at your entrance, “you want Mami’s dick, princess?”

“God yes, please fuck me,” you beg.

And with that she shoves the full length into you with ease, grabbing and pulling at your hips to guide it in. A loud whine falls out of you as you grab the edge of the counter with white knuckles. She goes slow the first few times easing in and out for you to get used to it until she begins to fuck you absolutely senseless. The vanity begins to shake with her movement with everything clinking on the verge of falling off but she doesn’t care. Repetitive moans come from you involuntarily with every hit. Your orgasm growing exponentially as the strap hits your sweet spot. The sound of your wet pussy hitting her hips almost drives you over the edge.

“Shit mami!… fuck, right there!” you yell in between breaths.

“Yes baby, come for me. Show the others how much you love me,” she continues slamming into you.

“H-Holy FFF-U-U-UCK!” your back arches to where you’re almost folded in half with your hands holding your legs which were basically on her shoulders by now. The pressure inside you finally releases, spilling out of you like water and all over the purple dick.

“Yesss, that’s it baby, let them hear you!”

Finally slowing down her pace to a stop, she pulls out of you. Your back slammed onto the wall letting yourself go limp. You try to sit up but it’s never been harder. “Holy fuck,” you repeat.

Sliding out of the shorts and into clean underwear and sweatpants, she pulls a big tshirt over her gear top, “Look at you, the best slut around,” she smiles at you picking up her duffle bag. She throws your lacy underwear back to you. “C’mon now, don’t want to leave evidence.”

You can barely pick up what she’s saying because your mind is still whirring from minutes ago but you take the context clues and lazily put the lace back on. You try your best to stand but your legs give out almost immediately and you have to brace yourself on the chair.

“Hey, hey, woah,” the muscular woman catches you, “c’mere,” she says as she gracefully throws you around her piggy back style. “Let’s get home…maybe there’s round two waiting,” she says as she opens the dressing room door.

#rhea ripley #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #i wish this was me

[jehilew]

Ship Ask Game: Romy edition

Who would ask “would you still love me if I was a worm?” and how would the other(s) respond?

Rogue: Would you still love me if I was a worm?

Gambit: This a trick question?

Rogue: No. Answer me.

Gambit: Well, I’m sure a fish will love your worm self if I put you on a hook...

Rogue: …you’d put me on a goddamn hook?? 

Gambit: I would a worm—

Rogue: You asshole—

Gambit: But you ain’t a worm, so I fail to see—

Rogue: *turns into a worm, somehow still glaring at him ferociously*

Gambit: …I KNEW IT. I FUCKIN’ KNEW IT. YOU ABSORBED YOUR SHAPESHIFTIN’ MAMA AGAIN, AND THIS WAS A TRICK QUES—

Rogue: *in a piercingly high pitched voice* I WANT A DIVORCE, YOU OVERGROWN HORSE’S ASS—

*imagine further stupid squabbling at your leisure*

Who comes up with the best date night ideas?

Gambit. Not that Rogue isn’t imaginative, it’s just that while she appreciates his romancing, she’s not particularly romantic all on her own, so. He romances, she lets him, and enjoys it (she makes up for the lack of romance in other ways, so they’re fine).

Who’s better at carnival games?

Gambit. She’s quite proficient in aiming and hitting, but I mean… the man’s trademark move is throwing goddamn cards and hitting shit with them. (Too bad they didn’t let him keep the knives from his early days).

Who drags the other(s) onto a rollercoaster?

Rogue! Even though she can fly and do more daredevil stunts herself, it’s a control issue. Which is richly converse for her, considering lack of control with her power is such a huge issue for her, among other things, but rollercoasters? Nah, she’s okay letting go for that—it’s harmless, it’s fun, and it’s super fun to watch her risk taking, thrill-seeking, dopamine-greedy husband turn green on a rollercoaster.

Who does the most chores?

Gambit. Rogue is a hurricane in boots, and tends to be okay with her surroundings sort of mirroring her cluttered, chaotic mind. Gambit is a neat-nick who would never.

Who gets drunk the quickest?

Powered up? Gambit; she’s invulnerable, so her brain and liver are just fine. Powered down? Rogue; she’s no longer invulnerable, and her body isn’t used to alcohol affecting her. Plus, her husband isn’t exactly a lightweight.

Who watches the most reality tv?

Neither of them. Rogue watches rom/com, Gambit watches shit like Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Charmed, Supernatural, etc etc.

Who insists their way is better even though it’s objectively the worst way?

Rogue. She’s so damn stubborn, she’s a mule. And even if she becomes aware that she’s entirely wrong during the argument, she’ll still double down.

Who believes in ghosts?

Both of them do. Hell, they have been ghosts before.

Who texts the most memes to the other(s)?

Rogue. She doesn’t use the text function on her phone hardly at all except to send memes and funny TikTok vids.

Who makes the most typos/autocorrect mistakes?

Rogue. She gets in a hurry and makes the mistakes, and gives zero fucks about correcting it. “Let him figure that shit out,” she decides, choosing to ignore the stupid autocorrect, “it’ll give him something to do.”

Who’s a more nervous flyer?

Neither of them. She can fly subsonic speed as part of her powerset, and further, she’s flown on planes and jets aplenty with her own flight isn’t called for/wasn’t a thing. He’s flown everywhere on this job and that one since he was a teen, he ain’t scared.

If they have matching pfps, are they cute, funny, weird, etc?

Oh, funny/flirty, definitely. 

Who’s better at writing professional emails?

Oof. They’re both good at it. Gambit’s had to, being a prominent Thief and now King of Thieves. Rogue has had to learn over the years as an X-Man and as an Avenger, and as staff at Xavier’s School.

Who steals the other(s)’ food?

Both do it. Which is stupid, because they both sample from each other’s plates all the time, it’s just what they do. But despite that, they’ll sneak food off the other’s plate when they aren’t looking, or swipe their favorite snack out of the cabinets and eat them, and it’ll instigate a dumb argument.

Who’s more willing to commit murder for the other(s)?

Gambit. Though to be honest…I see it in Rogue, too. Let us not forget who her mothers are.

Their child is chanting “McDonalds! McDonalds! McDonalds!”, who says they have food at home, joins the chant, or buys a single black coffee and leaves?

Gambit says they have food at home, Rogue joins in, neither of them buy the coffee.

Who uses more slang?

Gambit, but it’s a toss up. I think he wins just because he’s Cajun, and also because he’s from NOLA. He’s got all the good turns of phrases.

Who uses emoticons?

Rogue. If she can respond to a text in emoji form, she will—she hates texting in general.

Who would absolutely slay at the met gala?

Both, though so far, Rogue has completely blown him out of the water at the Hellfire Galas. I think she’d still do the best just because of all the psyches she has upstairs?? All that talent, creativity, and fashion sense/style floating around in her head?? Pfft. Pffft.

Technically, this was supposed to be a post and wait on people to ask, but I'm not built for waiting, so here you are with answers nobody asked for. Enjoy!

#Romy #Rogue x Gambit #Anna-Marie LeBeau #Remy LeBeau #Rogue #Gambit #ship ask game #I'm...not sure why they all wound up numbered 1?? #I'm Rogue; I ain't fixing it.

[showtoonzfan]

so how do feel about the Niftty design but also know that all the main characters are done what's your overall thought on all changes that for me weren't needed plus the added red (normally i wouldn't mind all the red if it was different shades for each character but so far there all wearing charllie's red hue)

My mind has been on SO many other things recently, that I literally forgot about the nifty “redesign”, even though I said I would review it lol. So since the question is here, I’ll talk about it!

Once again her design didn’t change at all, mainly her clothes and a few color switches, but not anything major. I was disappointed of course to see that she looks nothing like a bug or has bug features like viv had stated, since they had the chance to add something that would give that vibe but once again the character doesn’t really look like or resemble what the creator had in mind for them. How hard would it have been to add an antenna? Or make her mouth look different? I know I sound like a broken record with this one as well but Nifty was another one of those characters who I didn’t think looked very…demonic either. She honestly just looks like a noseless child with sharp teeth (just like the rest of the cast) and one eye. If Viv was going for this 1950’s cyclops bug demon, this wasn’t really what I pictured, but that’s just me bitching about her design in general though. As for the changes, once again this picture proves how nobody on this team knows how to use colors. The background is mainly pink, red, and a hinge of yellow, and guess what? So is her design. Her brown scarf and arms are black now, which only makes the design look more boring and standard, since red and black are also colors that viv blends too much within the other characters. The brown before at least made her stand out a tad, but again, now it’s kinda basic. It seems like whenever Viv TRIED TO change the overused colors on these characters, she would always pick white or black. You DO realize there are other colors in this world than white, red, black, pink, and yellow right viv? The only thing I’m glad that they did was change the yellow skin, not just because of Nifty being Japanese, but mainly because I was so sick of seeing pink and yellow. Then again, her design does have some yellow in it still, it’s mainly the reddish pink I’m bothered by, and it doesn’t help that her whole dress is all that one color now, aside from the white apron. I also actually LIKED her orangish eye, because orange believe it or not, is a color I thought would look GOOD on Nifty, but now it’s just pink. I will say that if you compare the two designs, she definitely isn’t as brightly colored as she was before thank god, but she’s still red. At this point I 100% feel like the visual elements of Hazbin are going to look EXACTLY the way the pilot did, where the characters just MELT into the backgrounds because Viv….a person who went to ART school, decided that it was a good idea to make your background color palette’s the same color as your character’s color palettes. So yeah I’m not happy to see Nifty is mostly reddish pink now. AGAIN, this wouldn’t be a problem if Nifty was the only pink colored character in the show, but she’s not. You’ve got Alastor, Charlie, Husk, AND Vaggie now thanks to Viv’s ungodly obsession with the color red, and before people go “it’s to match the color of the hotel!”- yeah I’ll call bullshit lol, we all know why the characters have hues of red on them, and that’s because viv can’t pick a damn different color.

Oh, and of course there’s this other character who’s name is Keekee, and they’re apparently the hotel key, that has this cat form. This character did appear in one old speedraw that Viv did, so I always wondered who that was. However, I don’t really care for this…character, I don’t think they’ll add much to the show other than being cute kitty service for fans, so I’m kinda ehh on that. Other than that, that’s all I have to say for the Nifty redesign. Again, I really think she would have stood out if she were the only brightly colored pink character. It would make sense since she’s supposed to be cheerful (and a rip off of pinky pie), but like I said, she isn’t the only brightly colored red character. Her outfit is also boring, sure she looks like a maid I guess but not really something I would say gives me a 50’s vibe. I’ve seen more creative redesigns, that’s all I’ll say.

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel #Hazbin hotel nifty #demon character design #character design critique #Hazbin hotel criticism #vivziepop #hazbin hotel redesign

[bedbellyandbeyond]

Into The Deep

(Story Post)

Dusty had spent most of his time that night in temporary custody, which really meant he was held up at the gates of the elven city by two handsome guards. As proud Dark elves, they were very resistant to his advances at first, but eventually they warmed up to him. By the time Korsy came to pick him up, he had lengthened his hair to match the elves and the guards were taking turns plaiting his locks. “Looks like you're fitting right in,” Korsy commented amused. “Oh yes, Bjarne and Marbjörn were about to show me a tour of the island,” Dusty said. “You'll have to do that later, boys,” Korsy said to a pair of grumbles. “I need Dusty in the Deep with me.” “Okay, Adele. Let's go!” Dusty said, taking Korsy's arm. “So, they're not worried about my poofing around?” “Well, they're pretty confident, if you poof, they'll eliminate you.” “Ah.” “Demons are my specialty, personally,” Korsy teased. “Don't remind me.”

They had a twenty-minute limit at the lab and that included the long elevator ride down that gave the Deep its name. They were used to this kind of thing at APID, but this seemed even more excessive. “What day is it?” Dusty joked as they emerged from the elevators. The doors opened into a long hall lit with violet flamed torches. The floor was gypsum and the walls and ceiling polished granite. Aesthetically terrible but someone had put a lot of work into it. A guard met them there and they were escorted down to the containment rooms. Each room was visible through glass walls. They were brightly lit, entirely white, with the only furniture being a small bed in a corner. Tand and the kids had all been separated so they went to look at the kids first to make sure they were alright. First was the smallest child whom Asger had nicknamed ‘Bita’. The poor thing usually stayed close to one of their older siblings, so they were hidden, curled up under the bed. They didn't try to lure them out and instead Dusty went over and crouched beside them. “Just find out if they're healthy and we'll move onto the next one,” Korsy said. “And be careful. This one bit Asger.” “Oh, I'm not concerned about that,” Dusty said. “A little bite won’t hurt me.” He laid down on his chest and looked at the little one trying to press themselves against the wall as much as possible. They stared at him with big round eyes. “Hello, little friend,” Dusty said softly. “I know you're scared, but I just want to say ‘hi’.” Their eyes searched his face but they didn't say anything. “Do they speak?” Dusty asked Korsy. “Asger said they picked up Elvish off of him like it was just a game,” Korsy said, staying back near the door. “I imagine if you talk to them enough, they'll get English.” “You can't talk to them in Elvish?” Dusty asked. “I don’t know Elvish. I was never allowed to learn.” “Oh.” Bita still didn't move, but they could hear their short frightened breathing. Dusty tried again. “You're a cute little thing, aren't you?” he mused. “You remind me of my son, Grey. He's likely just a bit older than you. He doesn't talk much either but he's still learning. I heard you're very good at learning.” Bita didn't move but their mouth opened a little like they wanted to say something. “You're the baby of the family, aren't you?” Dusty said gently. “You miss your siblings. We're here to see if we can get you all back together again. You and…what were the names?” “Sten and Soppa. Rock and Soup,” Dusty reminded, a bit mocking of his cousin's poor naming abilities. “Remember, Asger made those up. They don't actually know each other by names.” “Right. Well…” Dusty offered his hand. “Little one, all I ask is your hand for a moment and then we'll let you be. I won't hurt you.” Bita’s breath hitched as the hand came towards them and suddenly they lunged, biting down hard on Dusty’s hand. Expecting it, he grit his teeth through the pain and didn't pull away, just concentrating on forming a connection to the child's physical and emotional state. “You can bite me. I mean it when I say I won't hurt you.” After a moment, the bite weakened and Bita let go, receding deeper under the bed. Dusty took his hand back and shook it out, the bite wound healing quickly. “Alright. I won't trouble you any more. Thank you.” He got up and went back to the hall. “Geez, that was really quite the bite strength. Their teeth are so sharp!” “Are you okay?” Korsy asked. “Yeah. Of course. Surprised me though.” “Okay,” Korsy said satisfied. “So they're healthy?” “Seem to be, though pretty hungry and scared,” Dusty said. “Next kid?” “Yeah. Come on.” Sten reacted mostly the same as Bita, although they didn't bite. They managed to get some words parroted from them, like ‘scared' and ‘tired', but after a quick hand shake, Dusty could deduce these feelings himself. He started to wish he could do more than just sense others emotions and mildly influence them because the child had been too scared to sleep since they arrived. If he could sleep them like angels could, it would be quite useful right now. Soppa was the more interesting case. This one didn't hide so much, and when they saw Korsy, they sat up on the little bed and watched him as the visitors entered. “Asger,” the child said although lacking confidence. Korsy paused, not expecting words so quickly. “Oh. Naw, kid. I'm Korsy. Asger and I are cousins though so we look a little alike.” “Cousin?” Soppa asked. “Yeah. My mother and his father are siblings like you and the other kids. Or at least, I assume you are.” “Siblings…” Soppa considered the word. “Yeah. You're Tand's kids, right? You're siblings,” Korsy explained. “I have a sibling. One of my parents carried her in her stomach and she came out. You're the oldest. Do you remember anything like that? Tand is your parent, right?” Soppa paused and then nodded. “Yes.” “Right. So they're your siblings,” Korsy finished. “Asger and Korsy are cousins,” Soppa said. “Not siblings.” “No. We are the children of siblings, which makes us cousins,” Korsy confirmed. Soppa nodded again. “You're a very bright kid, Soup,” Korsy said, putting his hands akimbo and smiling. “Would you mind letting my friend Dusty here have your hand for a moment?” Soppa looked at Dusty and shook their head. “You cannot have my hand.” “Oh? Why's that?” Korsy asked. “You don't need to be scared.” “I need my hands,” Soppa said. Dusty let out a short snort and looked at Korsy. “They think we want to take it. Literally.” “Oh, shit. Sorry, not what I meant,” Korsy said, waving his hands. “I just meant let Dusty touch your hand. He won't take it from you.” “Oh.” Soppa looked at their hands and then held them both out. “Thank you, dear.” Dusty approached and held Soppa's hands in his. “Ah, you’re very relaxed. I'm surprised. I'd expect a little more fear, but frankly, you're only just cautious.” Soppa furrowed their brow. “Asger said he would help. I trust Asger. You seem like Asger.” “I see. You must've had the most interactions with Asger,” Dusty said. “I can sense that you look up to him.” “My parent…Tand feeds me and my siblings. Asger fed me too,” Soppa stated. “Ah, so that's the key to your heart, huh?” Korsy chuckled. He patted down his suit. “Now I wish I brought some snacks or something…” “Now, you should be careful about that,” Dusty said, taking his hands away. “I've told my son and I'll tell you. Don't just trust any stranger who offers you food.” “Why not?” Soppa asked, confused. “They are feeding me. That is important.” “Right, but some people don't have good intentions for children,” Dusty said. “So…” Soppa was having a hard time. “Should I not trust Asger?” “I mean, you can trust him, I'm pretty sure, but from now on, don't take food from strangers,” Dusty said. “Okay?” Soppa nodded silently. Dusty could still sense some confusion from them though. “Well, you're all healthy, so we only need to worry about getting you out of here and getting some food into you,” Dusty said. “I hear you like soup. Let's get you some soon, how does that sound?” Soppa nodded quickly. “Soup is good!” “Alright. We’ll see you soon.” Dusty smiled and patted their arm before going back to the door with Korsy. “I knew it was a good idea to bring you along,” Korsy said as they backed out of the room. “I have no idea how to talk to kids.” “That can't be true. You have your little sister, don't you?” Dusty reminded. “Yeah, but that's different. She's family,” Korsy dismissed. They were now in front of Tand's room. Through the glass, they saw Tand sitting near the back of the room, leaned up against the wall. Their eyes were dark and heavy and they watched with great caution as the pair approached the door. Korsy led this time. Dusty handled the kids easy, but really this rendez-vous was Korsy's responsibility and it wasn't appropriate for him to potentially put his trainee in danger. “Hi there,” Korsy started as he stepped just inside the room. “I'm Korsy.” Tand slowly got up, still pressed against the wall. They bared their teeth, sharp and intimidating. “Whoa, no need for that,” Korsy said, waving his hands. “I come in peace. I'm Asger's cousin. He sent me to help you.” “He lied!” Tand spat, following it with a long hiss. “I do not trust him!” “No, no, that's fair, really.” Korsy started to lower himself, trying to give off an unthreatening appearance. “I get it. He told me everything. He promised you safety in his world, but instead you were separated from your children and thrown in a cell. Anyone would feel betrayed. Trust me, this kind of thing happens way too often…” Tand continued to bare their teeth and said nothing. Korsy got himself to the floor and crossed his legs. “I want to say sorry on Asger's behalf. He genuinely wanted to help you. He wants to help you. This was just something he should have anticipated. You can't just bring back a family of four from the Dark Realm. It's just not allowed around here.” “Send us back!” Tand snarled. “I hear you. I do. I don't think I have that power, to be honest,” Korsy said, scratching the back of his neck. “I haven't been allowed near the Rift in many years.” He flipped up his palms in front of him. “But, I might be able to get you out of here. You and the children.” Tand shook their head quickly. “No. I do not trust you either.” “Really, that's fine. I wouldn't trust me in your position. I get that.” Korsy shrugged. “But, I don't really need you to trust me. My concern right now isn't your trust, my concern is getting you out of here. And more specifically, right now it's making sure you’re in good health.” “…Health,” Tand echoed, considering the term. “Yeah. My friend here, Dusty. He just needs a quick look at you to check that you’re in tip top shape then we'll be out of your hair,” Korsy explained. Tand's eyes darted to Dusty who still standing outside the door. They shook their head. “No. Leave.” “Now hold on, hear us out,” Korsy said. “We just spoke to your kids. They're all healthy. A little tired, a little hungry, but otherwise healthy. Dusty checked in on them for you. We just want to check on you too.” Tand wrinkled their nose. “I do not have a choice, do I?” “Of course you have a choice,” Korsy said. “I'm not trying to force you to do anything.” He signalled for Dusty to come in. “Just meet him. See how you feel.” Tand's eyes widened as Dusty stepped inside, and they pressed themselves further against the wall, hissing. “No! Leave!” Korsy held up a hand to stop Dusty from coming any closer. “Relax…” Tand started breathing heavily, their eyes darting about. “I do not trust you!” “Tand, don't panic,” Korsy said. “We'll leave, okay?” He started to stand up. Tand was too wound up though and as soon as Korsy started to rise, they lashed out. Lunging forward, they took a warning swipe at Korsy, but faltered. When their foot came down, their knees went weak and they staggered, starting to fall. Korsy caught them, rather surprised at how limp they went. “Whoa, are they okay?” Dusty asked. “They passed out!” Korsy said, carrying Tand down into a sitting position. “They must be exhausted…” Dusty stepped forward again, his hand out. “Can I?” “Should be safe, yeah.” Dusty carefully approached and placed a hand on the limp person's shoulder. He blinked. “Oh.” “Oh?” Korsy echoed. “They're definitely tired,” Dusty said. “Very hungry too. But…I think they need to see a doctor.” “A doctor?” Korsy asked. Dusty nodded. “Yeah. I… Hold on.” He moved his hand down to Tand's torso then stomach. He paused. “I think they're pregnant.” Korsy's eyes widened. “Pregnant?” Dusty took his hand away and nodded again. “Yeah… But in their current condition, it can't be good for a baby. They need fluids, food and rest. They're very stressed out, I could hardly get a good read.” Korsy nodded back, although he was still surprised by this information with just how rail thin Tand was. He picked up the unconscious Tand and laid them on the bed. “We should go then. Only way we can help is to get them out of here. I gotta make sure my uncle's in a giving mood…” Korsy motioned for a guard to let them out and they exited quickly. Dusty glanced back at Tand, empathetic worry starting to build up in his chest. “I wish Syd was here…” Dusty thought out loud. “They'd be able to help.” “Well, if we get them out, it’ll be into APID custody. A doctor can see them then,” Korsy said. “Are you confident you can get them out of this place?” “Yeah, I think I have an offer my uncle will be happy to accept… I just need to talk to Asger first.”

#lore #Dusty #Korsy #Tand #Bita #Sten #Soppa

[sentinelpri]

AM: Im drowning in my love for it again. Don't throw me a life preserver, if I come up for air shove me back down. Imagine Megatron trying to pamper reader throughout the carrying and trying to have everything just right for the sparkling before it's here and reader's going along with it (I do wonder how big the baby would be) but also still trying to do some work because "Ratchet's not getting any younger, dear"

I couldn’t help myself when I saw this. Here's some headcanons, beloved friend!

Megatron is a mech who's very particular about everything in his life, whether that be battle plans, relationships, the way his room is arranged, energon, oil, whatever. He’s very caring and attentive to detail. 

So, after the events as seen in my oneshot ‘The Announcement’ (which is canon to this series) where the Autobots and Decepticons come to a peace and Megatron and Optimus share equal rule over Cybertron together, when the two of you conceive a sparkling by accident, he’s pretty worried about making sure that everything is ‘right’.

Like, you two have been through a lot together; a war, being in opposite factions, a secret relationship, people detesting you being together, arguments, strife, etc. Now that you’re happy and have a chance of having a somewhat normal, good life with an equally as good family unit, he wants to make sure everything is as perfect as it can be.

He doesn’t want you doing literally anything, the moment he finds out. You’re working with Ratchet at the biggest hospital in the city, and you’re usually incredibly busy, so when you refuse to let go of your job he’s just a little bit peeved.

“My love, it’s imperative for you to be resting right now. I understand how passionate you are about your work, but please, take a break for me?”

“I know, but Ratchet’s not getting any younger, dear. I’ll try to settle down and take breaks when I can, but you also have to understand how important my job is.”

Okay, sure, fine. You’ve come to a compromise where you’re working a bit less, but Megatron still feels like you’re overworking yourself for someone who’s carrying- after all, you should be focusing on you and you only. Still, he doesn’t say anything. He knows that you know your limits and that you’re a fully independent (mech/femme) capable of making their own decisions. 

He tries to carry you everywhere, makes sure you’re not drinking any oil and that you have the best energon known to mech, will massage your back and peds and neck every night before bed, is insistent that you have only the best blankets, pillows, and berth, and that you’re taking all of your medical supplements that Ratchet has prescribed you. Will accompany you to every check up and ask for printed photos of every single ultrasound, and he keeps them all in a big ass wallet of sorts that he always carries in a storage compartment.

“Darling, look at how big they’re getting. Do you think they’ll look more like me or more like you?”

“Well, hopefully they’re not quite as big as you, honey, but aside from that, I hope they’re as handsome as you are.”

Oh, right. The size is a major concern. He’s one of the largest (former) Decepticons known to Cybertronian kind, and you’re just a tiny little minibot, but according to Ratchet, the sparkling is projected to be a size where you can birth them naturally through your valve without any serious complications. 

So, he worries about that, but tries not to think about it too much. Meanwhile, he’s doing most of the work preparing the sparkling’s room in your house; childproofing walls and plug ins and floors, going with you to pick a galaxy-patterned play carpet, building a purple wooden crib, building a matching toy box, lifting you up while you paint the walls to look like a fading sunset with stars at the top, going with you to buy cute stuffies and toys, as well as blankets and pillows, sparkling formula, bottles, etc. 

He’s there for every step of the way and honestly more concerned about most everything than you are, but due to his diligence, everything is set up perfectly for when the sparkling comes. 

When you feel your lubricant break and go to the hospital to find Ratchet, Megatron is surprisingly composed. Inside, he’s panicked, but he’s not the one carrying or delivering the sparkling so he feels like he should be calm, and he does a good job of that. He takes you to the hospital and holds your servo the entire time while Ratchet and a few others go through a long, strenuous, painful process of delivering the sparkling. Megatron is pretty impressed by and proud of you for how well you do, but by the time the sparkling is delivered, you’re both exhausted.

They’re tiny. He can’t tell if they’re a mech or a femme yet since they’re still so little, and he doesn’t really care about that, more concerned with their size... They’re super tiny, even smaller than the pictures he’d seen of you from when you were a sparkling. (Unbeknownst to him at the time, they were born tiny but inherited his mammoth size genes and end up growing to be an inch or two taller than Megatron himself)

After naming them and filling out some paperwork, you end up falling asleep with the sparkling in your arms. Megatron wants you to be able to get adequate rest, and thankfully, they’re still in that peaceful sleeping stage, so he takes the newborn out of your arms and holds them close to his chest while looking down at them. 

They have a mix of your optics and his, which creates a brilliant purple, though they quickly close and settle back into their sire’s chest and close said optics. They have some of his gunmetal grey and black on their paint frame mixed with your (f/c), and they complement each other perfectly. They’re literally the size of maybe two of Megatron’s digits, so he finds himself scared that he’s going to break them, but he knows you need to rest, so he rocks them to sleep and paces around the room.

And, as he looks down at the little bundle of joy in his arms, he can’t help but think that all the risks he’d gone through to be by your side over the years were worth it. He’d really have to step up his game as a bondmate and as a sire whenever you woke up, because in that moment, he loves you two more than anything and realizes that he won’t ever stop.

#tfa #transformers #transformers animated #tf #AM anon #asks #ask #my asks #anon asks #megatron #tfa megatron #megatron x reader #tfa megatron x reader #headcanon #headcanons #drabble #drabbles #cybertronian reader

[pies-writes-and-more]

Haikyuu boys and wearing their clothes

Characters: Asahi Azumane, Kageyama Tobio, Sugawara Koushi, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kotaro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a gender-neutral reader :) (let me know if I missed a pronoun change or made something too femme! I very much so did not proof read this lol)

Warnings: Probably some swearing

A/N: This might be an overdone topic but I love it so much soooooo no regrets :) Let me know if you’d like more!

Asahi literally carries a picture of you in his phone case because he loves you in his clothes so much. He also has a pic of you wearing his hoodie as his wallpaper, and another printed pic of you framed in his room. I don’t care what size you are, his sweaters still manage to feel gigantic on you. It is like a hug FOREVER. 

He literally could not care less that his closet is slowly growing smaller because it means that he gets to see you in his clothes. Eventually, you’ll carry them all back to him in a bag so that he can make them smell like him again. But this is his favourite part, because now his favourite items smell like you. 

Daydreaming in class? Thinking of you wearing the sweater he has on. 

Gets smacked by a volleyball during practice? It’s cause the smell of you is still on his jersey. 

This man trips over his own two feet cause he’s trying to find you in the halls and you wave at him wearing his volleyball jacket ”So that’s where that went. I thought I forgot it somewhere...”

The two of you would trade sweaters before he went on any overnight trips and you’d send him snapchats of you cuddling with the sweater over a pillow or just you snuggled in bed with it on. He’d screenshot all of them, regardless of if you thought you looked good. 

He has an album of you. He will never delete them because they’re all precious.

His teammates have accidentally caught him looking through it before a game because it really de-stressed him if you weren’t able to attend the game in person (though you made it to most of them). Tanaka would burst into tears over not being able to have a significant other with cute photos of and would make Asahi promise to always treat you right. And Asahi would just stare at your photos with his cute little smile and obviously promise because his least favourite thing in the world is seeing you sad.

(Look at how cute he is omg)

Kageyama is confused when you ask to wear his sweater. You probably did it at a time that made some sort of sense. Like it was late at night and you were studying in the gym while Hinata and him were practicing. 

The cool breeze into the gym made you shiver a little and you noticed that his sweater was just sitting there on the ground so when he came over to grab some water you just looked up at him with your signature puppy eyes. “Can I wear it?”

“Why?”

“Oi, stupid head. They’re probably cold!” 

It would probably annoy him so much that Hinata figured it out before him. He’d kneel down and help you put it on, pulling it over your head and giving you a little smile cause you looked so damn cute in his sweater. 

But now that you’ve started wearing his things, he’s still very confused as to why you ask for them. “Should we go shopping?” He’d ask you randomly on a weekend when there was no volleyball practice. And you’d just stare at him because why would Kageyama want to stand somewhere that wasn’t a gym. “Aren’t you running out of clothes to wear or something?”

It would take a while and some conversations before you realized he was asking cause you had like 3 hoodies, a t-shirt, and some track pants in your room that were very much so his. “I just like having a piece of you with me,” you’d explain. He would have to think it over but he was very happy with this idea.

There’s only one shirt you’re not allowed to take and it’s this cute little graphic tee you got him for his birthday that has a nice drawing of a milk carton on it. He loves it. He will kill anyone that laughs at it. And no, you cannot wear it because if you’re wearing, what is he supposed to wear.

Sugawara and you regularly switch clothes because this man gives no fucks for your gender roles thank you very much. He shows up to practice one day wearing a dark pinkish basic, or some floral print shirt that you had in your closet and the boys are like “um Suga what are you wearing?”

And he’s probably just like “it’s call fashion, look it up.” (Like Suga sweetie, it’s just a shirt lol)

If you own any tighter pants like yoga pants or leggings? Suga has worn them because his legs and ass look great in them and he will strut around fully confident with that knowledge.

Honestly, he probably steals your sweaters more than you realize. You guys are baking at his house one day and you’ve made a mESS of your clothes and he’s just like oh it’s okay I’ll get you some new clothes.

And you’re expecting this cute little pj set that he has that might fit you or some comfy clothes that he’s lending you. No. He legitimately has some of your clothes and gives them to you and you’re just like.... “Suga I’ve been looking for this shirt for weeks. I even asked you about it.”

And he is suddenly deaf, little shithead.

He likes you in any clothes but they have to be his comfy clothes or he will set that shit on fire. Ennoshita once offered you his gloves because it was fricken cold out and you forgot yours at home and Suga literally threw him across the road and was like “hello angel I have gloves for you”.

You’re just like “um... Ennoshita are you okay?” Boy probably has a concussion and Suga’s just like “who’s Ennoshita?”

Tsukishima will kill you if he finds you raiding his closet. Like if he walks into his room when you two are supposed to be studying and you’re just casually picking out a sweater, he will throw you on the bed and tickle you until you call for mercy.

Will he offer his clothes to you if you’re in need of something? Most of the time, yes. But you have to ask. No stealing allowed in this household.

Except one night you stayed over and totally forgot a night shirt. Tsukishima is already like half asleep because he woke up way too early for practice that morning, so you just sneak into his drawers and pull out the first shirt you can. You can’t even see what it has on it cause it’s fucking dark. Then you crawl into bed with him, figuring you’ll accept your punishment for stealing tomorrow.

And when he wakes up, you best believe he was annoyed. First off, who plans to stay over and doesn’t bring a shirt? Stupid, can’t you remember anything? But then he realizes, you grabbed this cute little dino graphic shirt and his face is RED. Pasty boi so bright, he might as well be Hinata’s hair. And he’s desperately trying to get out of the bed and run to the bathroom before you wake up because holy fuck you’re PRECIOUS?

But all of his squirming just wakes you up and you see him all flustered, and just assume he’s mad and you’re like I’m so sorry I just didn’t have anything else and was stupid and forgot. And he just hits you (lovingly) on the head, mutters some sort of insult, and moves on.

From then on, that is your designated shirt. It’s a comfort item almost. He’ll only really wear it when he has to be away from town overnight, in which case he’ll wear it as a reminder of you (he won’t admit to it but you tried to take the shirt as a keepsake for while he was gone and he only had a heart attack. Tsukishima Kei does not believe in lucky charms. But he has yet to lose a game when he wears that shirt the night before).

Bokuto has been WAITING for you to wear something of his, but you haven’t yet. And it’s been stressful. He keeps trying to find a good excuse to see you in his clothes but you’re always too well-prepared.

“It’s kinda chilly out, Y/N, want my sweater??”

“I brought one, don’t worry!”

-.- *cue owl boi pouts*

And he doesn’t want you to wear something of his just because he asked. He wants to you want to wear his things. So he just waits. And pouts. And waits some more.

The day finally came when he was least expecting it. The gym that his game was in was freezing and you couldn’t imagine why. Most of the gyms they had played before in were pretty standard temperature but you were going to die if you stayed in the clothes you came in.

You had snuck onto the court while the boys were stretching, Akaashi smacking Bokuto in the head and interrupting his hype session to help him notice you.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a sweater with you, would you? It’s freezing!”

His eyes would widen. The day has finally arrived. He would finally get to see you in his clothes!!!!

But of course he has no sweater because he had not planned on needing one. Cue more sulking. Of course Akaashi comes over and offers his sweater and Bokuto almost bites his hand off.

“Well offer her your jacket then, idiot.” Akaashi just needs this man to hold off pouting till later. 

Bokuto’s jacket just looked so perfect on you and it was a nice way to keep warm. You cheered him on during the games and after some jaw-dropping move of his, he would turn to your direction and send you a kiss. Embarrassing? A little. But he was such a cutie, how could you deny his air kiss?

Wearing his clothes became more common after that and he will literally bring you his whole closet so you can pick your favourites.

Ushijima didn’t even wait for you to ask to give you his clothes. He probably folded up his hoodie or jacket for you before a game and placed it awkwardly on your lap or in your arms and you’re just like um... do you want me to put this away for you or?

“Would you wear it for me?” How can you say no??? His cheeks are just slightly going red and he’s avoiding your eyes a bit so of course you have to wear it.

Ushijima thinks you look so nice in his clothes and he really likes how happy you look when he asks you to wear something, so he keeps doing it. That and he knows that sometimes people ask you out during his matches and he likes knowing that they’ll recognize his school colours or his jersey number and at that moment, he will send a calculated glare in their direction. And they will run for the hills, never to bother you again :)

I feel like he’s accidentally shrunk his clothes in the wash before and he just keeps them in a small pile in his room so that you can wear them when you come over. He also buys you proper house slippers that you can wear around his home because he wants you to be as comfy as possible.

Sometimes when you guys are just standing around waiting for a game to start, or if you’re all done eating lunch, he’ll unzip his track jacket and open it up so you can stand there and hug him, and he’ll hug you back with his hands in the pockets so it’s like you’re in the jacket with him (Tendo has definitely zipped it up before and trapped you guys in an awkward hug like stance and he will continue to do this because he thinks it’s hilarious. Has definitely snapped pictures of it and sent it to Ushijima. Ushijima saved it because it was kinda cute).

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The Myth of Y/N (Korra x Reader UNREQUITED) Part 5

THE ROMANTIC DILEMMA

Y/N'S POV

It has been a few weeks since the duel. Korra quit Tarrlok's task force, which is completely understandable. I decided to quit too right afterwards. I respect Tarrlok and the deputes for leading the attack against Amon and the Equalists, but the way he made Korra join his task force was absolutely disgusting, not to mention he wanted me to not go to memorial island when my best friend could have been in danger, which, in my eyes, is unforgivable. Since then I have been focusing on improving my chi-blocking. I still can't get the sight of Korra crying with fear out of my head. Amon will suffer for what he did to her. Korra, on the other hand, has been continuing her Avatar training, as well as practicing with Mako and Bolin for the pro-bending championship.

Speaking of pro-bending, I'm currently in the arena gym as I watch Korra, Mako, and Bolin train together. They have gotten much better since the last time I saw them. If they keep this up, they'll definitely be in the finals for sure. After they knocked each other onto the floor they all laugh, myself included, and get back up.

"It's been great having you at so many back-to-back practices, Korra." Mako says with clear joy on his face.

Korra smiles as she takes her helmet off. "Feels good to be back, although Tarrlok isn't too happy about Y/N and I's leave of absence."

I chuckle, my lips curving into a smile. "You can say that again."

"Hey, you guys joined the Fire Ferrets before you joined his task force." Bolin responds.

Mako calls his brother, my best friend, and even me over for a team huddle. I can see Bolin giving Korra a flirtatious smile, only for her to look at Mako with a big grin on her face. The firebender and I look at each other with weirded out looks and shrug. "It's our first match of the tournament tonight. I know Korra, Bolin and I haven't been a team for very long, but even so, the Fire Ferrets have never been this good. Are we ready?"

All of us respond to Mako's question with enthusiasm. "We're ready!"

"Not quite."

We all turn our heads to see Asami holding some sort of uniform.

"You'll need these."

Oh yeah! The Future Industries uniform for the Fire Ferrets. How could I forget?

We watch Mako and Asami talk to each other. I glance at Korra and see a jealous look on her face. Yep. She is pissed.

Now you know what it feels like.

I shake that insidious thought from my mind, and see the couple giving each other a eskimo kiss. I awed quietly. They're so cute together. Korra on the other hand doesn't see it that way, as she begins to fake gag. Oh Korra, never change.

As Mako and Asami go on their lunch date, I see Bolin walking up to Korra.

"So, Korra...there they go, here we are. All alone in the gym. Just you and me, two alone people. Together. Alone."

Apparently I don't exist now.

I awkwardly cough, bringing their attention to me.

"Oh!" Bolin quickly responds. "Sorry, Y/N, I completely forgot you were there! Not that you're forgettable or anything, it's just, uh..."

I chuckle. "No worries, Bolin. Korra and I have to head back to Air Temple Island. We'll see you tonight, okay?"

Bolin's face falls to disappointment for a split second, before replacing it with joy. "Alright, see you guys later!"

Korra and I are in a comfortable silence as we walk out the arena. I decide to speak up:

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Of course." Korra replies.

"I don't want to bring up our argument a few weeks ago," I cautiously say, "but are we good now?"

Korra stops walking and stays silent for a few moments. Finally, she replies "I think we are. I'm sorry about what happened. I don't think you're vulnerable or anything, I was just so afraid on what would happen if you got captured."

I glance towards her, and see worry on her face. "Korra," I say gently, "I'm going to be fine. Trust me, you can't get rid of me that easily. And I'm sorry for accusing that you thought of me like that."

Korra places a hand on my shoulder, and smiles. "Apology accepted."

We smile at each other for a few seconds, before resuming our journey back to Air Temple Island.

"By the way, you know Bolin has a crush on you, right?"

Korra laughs nervously. "Sure seems like it."

It's really evident that Korra has zero romantic interest in him. Despite her hints, it seems like Bolin isn't getting it. I feel sorry for him, he's a man fighting in a battle he can't possibly win.

Like me.

"I know it is going to be really uncomfortable for you, but you have to tell him you aren't interested in him eventually." I say to her slowly. "Just let him down easy, okay?"

She sighs heavily. "Alright. Once the tournament is over, I'll tell him."

I nod in agreement. Whilst we continue talking about random stuff, my mind is focused on a single question.

Will I tell Korra I have feelings for her?

LATER

It's snowing! I can't believe it! Almost feels like I'm back home. Korra, Jinora and Ikki shared my excitement, as we all went outside. As Korra is filling in a cage full of fruit for the birds, Jinora speaks up.

"So, Korra, how's it going with that tall, dreamy firebender boy? You've been spending a lot of time together lately." she says, with a hint of teasing.

"Ooh, yeah. Tell us all about the magical romance!" Ikki adds on.

Heh, Korra getting interrogated by children.

"What?" Korra replies whilst chuckling. "Listen to you two! I'm-I'm not interested in Mako or any romantic stuff. Besides, he's all into that prissy, beautiful, elegant rich girl."

If he can't see what an outstanding, kind, wonderful, beautiful, remarkable, funny, and amazing person you are, then he is a fool.

I must have zoned out because Jinora starts reciting a story she read. Korra must have asked them for romantic advice.

"Ooh, I just read a historical saga where the heroine fell in love with the enemy general's son who was supposed to marry a princess. You should do what she did."

"Tell me!" Korra demands.

"She rode her dragon into battle and burned down the entire country. Then she jumped into a volcano. It was so romantic."

Huh...okay then.

"I think your definition of "romantic" is much different than ours, Jinora" I calmly state, a neutral expression on my face.

"No, no, no!" Ikki angrily barks out. "The best way to win a boy's heart is to brew a love potion of rainbows and sunsets that makes true lovers sprout wings and fly to a magical castle in the sky where they get married and eat clouds with spoons and use stars as ice cubes in their moonlight punch forever and ever and ever!"

What...what did I just hear?

As I clear my ears to make sure I heard the young airbender correctly, we all hear laughter from behind us.

Oh no, it's Pema!

"Oh, hey, Pema!" Korra nervously greets the woman, "uh, how long were you standing there?"

"Long enough." the Air Acolyte replies, trying to contain her laughter. "But trust me, I know what you're going through. Years ago, I was in the exact same situation. With Tenzin."

"Woah, really?" I ask her, shock in my voice.

"Yep." Pema simply replies.

"So what did you do?" Korra asks her, curiosity dusted on her face.

"Well, for the longest time I did nothing, I was so shy and scared of rejection. But watching my soulmate spend his life with the wrong woman became too painful.  So I hung my chin out there, and I confessed my love to Tenzin...and the rest is history."

Huh...the first half of her story sounds a lot like what I'm going through right now.

Unlike Pema though, I don't have a chance.

I glance at Korra, who has a small smile on her face. Is she really going to do that?

"That's nice, Pema." I respond. "But there's just one problem: Mako already has a girlfriend!"

"Oh, so what?!" Ikki angrily lets out. "Korra, confess your love to your soulmate!"

Soulmate?! Why does Mako have to be her-

-Nope. Not even finishing that thought.

"Korra, no!" I plea with her. "It's wrong, and you know it! Besides, think how awkward it would be between you two if you do confess!"

"But I have to try, Y/N!" she desperately replies back.

I groan. "You know what, I can't deal with this. I'll see you at the match."

I walk away, my fists clenched.

She's going to confess, isn't she?

For spirits sake.

LATER

The pro-bending match tournament is about to start. I'm currently sat with Asami, ready for it to begin.

"Thank you so much for allowing me to sit with you, Asami." I thank her, "These are the best seats in the house!"

Asami chuckles at my comment. "Don't mention it. I'm so excited to see the guys play!"

"Same here." I reply. "Korra has been so excited these past few days, I know she is going to play magnificently!"

The heir to Future Industries seems amused by my comment. "I wouldn't be surprised if she did, she is the Avatar after all."

I chuckle. "I suppose so."

We sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments. Until...

"So how long have you and Korra been dating?"

WHAT?!

Not her too.

"What? I-Korra and I are not dating. We're just best friends. That's it." I slowly explain to her, desperate to hide the nervousness from my voice.

Asami looks away, her cheeks becoming crimson red. "Oh, I'm sorry! It's just you two looked like a couple so I thought you were dating."

Wait...Korra and I look like a couple?

Before I could ask her what she meant by that, the whole room becomes shrouded in darkness, the only light being centred on the pro-bending ring.

"Folks, after a year of waiting, the Pro-Bending Championship Tournament is finally here! Tonight is the first set of matches in our single elimination,  16-team bracket. And I gotta tell ya, these are the most tenacious and talented bending trios this arena has ever seen!"

I try to pay attention as the teams are announced, with me even waving frantically at the Fire Ferrets when they are brought into the spotlight, but I can't shake off what Asami said earlier.

Korra and I look like a couple?

I can feel my lips curving upward, only for them to fall flat as I keep reminding myself of the obvious fact.

Korra doesn't like me like that. She likes Mako.

Mako, whose girlfriend I am sat with at the moment.

The guy Korra likes is taken.

I want Korra to be happy, I really do, but part of me is...relieved?

Happy?

A small twinge of guilt emerges from the pool of my stomach. I try ignoring it as best as I could whilst watching the Ferrets' brilliant performance against the Red Sand Rabbaroos, but it isn't working. Is it wrong for me to feel this way? Am I being a bad friend?

I must have been in my thoughts for a long time, as I hear the announcer's booming voice:

"All three rounds go to the Future Industries Fire Ferrets who win their opening match of the tournament!"

Oh crap, they won?! Awesome!

"They did it!" Asami exclaims, as she stands and raises both of her fists into the air.

I stand up too, cheering the Fire Ferrets for their victory.

I'll deal with these feelings another time.

However it appears "another time" is actually a few minutes later, as Asami and I walk into the Ferrets' locker room. Korra looks sad and embarrassed, and Mako's face is nothing but melancholy.

Why are they like this? They won the match! They should be-

-No.

Wait a minute.

Spirits, don't tell me.

Korra confessed to Mako...didn't she?

And from the look on their faces, it looks like the firebender rejected her.

Dammit. I knew this would happen.

Asami is oblivious to all of this though, as she walks up to her boyfriend.

"Congratulations, guys. You were so amazing out there!"

As she presses a kiss to Mako's cheek, I internally cringe. That's just rubbing salt to the wound right there.

Before I could confront Korra and ask her how she's feeling, Bolin walks up to her.

"So, Korra, I was thinking you and me, we could go get some dinner together. Sort of a date situation."

Uh oh. Looks like another heart is going to be broken tonight.

Korra looks to her left, avoiding Bolin's gaze. "Oh, that's really sweet, but I don't think so. I don't feel very date-worthy."

What?! Is she crazy?! She is absolutely date-worthy! More than worthy in fact!

Bolin shares my exact thoughts, as he shuts down Korra's self-deprecating comments. "Are you kidding me? You're the smartest, funniest, toughest, buff-est, talented-est, incredible-est girl in the world!"

It's true. All of it.

Korra giggles at the earthbender's compliments, flattered by his kindness. "You really feel that way about me?"

"I felt that way since the moment I saw you." Bolin sincerely replies. "Trust me, I know we're going to have so much fun together."

"You know what, I could use some fun." Korra responds, the joy in her voice returning at full force. "Okay, sure."

Hold up, what?

As I see the two walk away, ignoring my presence altogether, my jaw drops to the floor.

She said yes?

But I thought she didn't like him!

Maybe its in a friendly way?

But she didn't correct him! Is it a date? A date-date?

If I asked her instead of Bolin, would she have accepted too?

Oh no, of course not, what are you thinking Y/N? Her and I dating is a "crazy idea", remember?

Damn, I sound so jealous.

I really need a drink.

LATER

I'm in the middle of the city at the moment. I'm not too far from the pro-bending arena so I can quickly come back when the next game starts. Where is the best bar you can go to in Republic City?

I eventually find myself face-to-face with one. The exterior is bright red, with a massive sign right above the entrance, dragons featured on it.

"The Dragon's Breath." I say aloud. Hopefully this place will be nice.

I scan the area as I walk in. It's a small place, with there being a few tables lying around. Surprisingly it's pretty clean, the walls and floor looking so shiny I can nearly see my reflection, and it's pretty bright. The bar is also decorated with paper dragons, hanging on the ceiling and walls. There are only a few people here too. So far, it doesn't look that bad.

I walk up to the bar and sit on one of the stools. A bartender walks up to me.

"What can I get ya?" the man asks, his breath having a trace of alcohol.  

"Surprise me." I simply say to him.

The bartender nods and makes me a drink. I hand him some Task Force earned money to the man, plus a little tip, and stare at my drink, looking at my reflection.

Why Korra? Why, out of everyone, did it have to be her?

"What kind of person like you ends up in a place like this?" a feminine voice invades my left ear.

I turn and see a woman. From her appearance, she looks like she's from the Fire Nation, maybe around my age. She has bright orange eyes, even brighter than Mako's, and black hair in the typical style of one from her home. She's also wearing typical Fire Nation clothing. However, I can see a long scar coming from the edge of her right eyebrow , barely missing her eye, down to the same level as the top of her lip.

She's pretty, I'll give her that.

"I don't know." I shoot back, a small smile on my face, "what kind of woman ends up talking to someone like me?"

The woman smirks, the left side of her mouth barely curving upward. "A desperate one."

I place a hand on my chest, feigning my sadness. "Ouch. You have truly wounded me."

She chuckles at my comment and sits down on the stool next to me. "Have I "wounded" you to the point that you have to leave?"

The woman is giving me the chance to go if I'm finding this uncomfortable. That's nice of her. Good thing I don't want to leave.

"Nah, I think I'll be alright." I reply to her, my smile growing.

She smirks again. "Good. I'm Kyuni."

The woman, Kyuni, holds up her hand. I take it.

"Y/N." I simply respond as we shake hands.

As we let go, a look of recognition flashes upon her face. "Oh wait, I've heard of you! You're that chi-blocker who was in Tarrlok's Task Force!"

I chuckle. "Yep, that's me."

"I can't believe I didn't recognise you! You're dating the Avatar, right?" she asks me excitedly.

Oh great, not another one.

"No, I'm not dating Korra. We're just best friends. We grew up together." I explain to Kyuni, hoping to hide the sadness in my voice.

Thankfully she doesn't detect it, but she begins to wave her hands about. "Oh, sorry! It's just I heard a few rumours about you guys. They say you two are secretly dating."

What?! Oh come on!

"Well, they're wrong." I bitterly reply, looking at my glass.

We sit in silence for a few moments. I have a feeling she's going to leave any second now.

I'm proven wrong apparently, as she speaks up. "You don't seem happy about that."

SHIT!

"What? Pssh, nah, I'm fine. I don't even have feelings for her." I nervously respond.

If she didn't buy my horribly executed lie, she doesn't say anything, as she takes a sip from her drink.

I do the same.

Only for me to spit it back out again.

Spirits, what is this drink? It tastes awful!

Kyuni laughs at me as I start coughing rapidly.

"You okay?" she asks me, clearly amused by the scene before her.

I nod frantically.

After I calm down, I move my drink away. There is no way I'm going to taste that again.

I turn to face the Fire Nation woman. Well, might as well continue the conversation.

"So, not trying to sound rude, but, uh, why did you want to talk to me?" I ask her, trying my best not to come across as an ass.

Kyuni finishes her drink and gently places it back on the bar. "You looked lonely. I was lonely. Thought we could both have some company so I thought, "Why not?"

I hum in acknowledgement. "That's fair. To be honest, this is the first time I've been to this place. I was only going to be here until the next match starts at the pro-bending arena."

"Oh yeah, the Pro-Bending Championship Tournament is on tonight!" she exclaims happily. "I always wanted to see a match but I could never afford a seat."

"You could come with me to the next one if you want." I blurt out before I could change my mind.

Kyuni's eyes widen in surprise. "Are you sure? I mean, we just met."

I answer with no hesitation. "Yeah, I'm sure. It sucks that you can't go to a match because you can't afford it. Plus, it's always nice to make new friends."

She smiles at my comment. "That's very nice of you. I'm going to pay you back though afterwards"

"What? No! This is my treat, you don't have to repay me or anything." I assure her, waving my hands up and down.

The woman smirks. "Okay then. How about we arm wrestle for it? If you win, I don't have to repay you. If I win, I'll pay you back. Deal?"

I frown as I think about her deal. If she insists on it, I'll play her game.

"Very well." I reply, a smirk forming on my lips. "I hope you are ready to lose."

Kyuni's own smirk grows. "Funny, I was just ready to tell you the same thing."

Oh, she's going down.

We place our arms on the bar and connect our hands. I notice her muscles. She definitely works out, but so do I. I also notice a little crowd forming. I take it they must have heard our conversation.

Kyuni speaks up.

"Three."

I shoot back a "Two"

We both say "One"

And we're off.

For the first thirty seconds our arms don't move, our strength being equally matched by each other. After a while though, I can feel my arm beginning to feel strained. Holy crap is this woman strong.

As the arm wrestle continues, I can see Kyuni casually ordering another drinking, taking it, and downing it in one move.

This woman, I swear.

Two can play it that game, I thought to myself, as I order two drinks from the bar and down both of them in a row, ignoring the disgusting taste. I see Kyuni's eyes flash with amusement whilst also hearing the crowd exclaiming "oohs" and "ahhs".

"You're tougher than I thought." Kyuni fires at me.

"Likewise." I send back.

Suddenly, Kyuni's arm gains incredible strength out of nowhere and slams my hand onto the bar.

"I win." the woman states, forming another smirk.

My jaw drops to the floor as I hear the crowd screaming with shock.

Kyuni moves her hand under my jaw and pushes it upward, closing my mouth.

"Looks like I have to repay you." she says with a teasing tone.

I nod slowly, and as I process my defeat, I look at the clock behind the bar.

SHIT! I missed one of the Fire Ferret's matches!

"Oh spirits! We got to go before we miss another match." I tell Kyuni as I get up from my stool.

"Okay, lets get out of here." she says as she follows behind me.

As we walk out of the bar, I glance towards her and smile.

"I can't wait to show you my friends."

LATER

KORRA'S POV

I'm outside the pro-bending arena, standing underneath a gazebo. We barely won that quarterfinal match, since Mako and I were too busy arguing than working together. I didn't think confessing my feelings to Mako would end this badly. Y/N was right, I shouldn't have said anything to him.

As I'm encased in my own thoughts, I hear Mako's voice.

"We need to talk."

Oh no.

"Look, sometimes you can be so infuriating-"

Enough of this, I don't want to hear it anymore.

"-Save your breath." I interrupt, bitterness in my voice. "You've already made it clear how you feel about me."

"No, I haven't."

What? What is he talking about?

Mako continues. "What I'm trying to say is as much as you drive me crazy, I also think you're pretty amazing."

My eyes widen. Does...does he mean...?

"So you do like me?"  I cautiously ask him, careful not to get my hopes up.

"Yes, but-I like Asami, too. I don't know, things are complicated. I've been feeling really confused-"

I cut him off as I surge forward and capture his mouth with mine. He kisses back with passion equal to my own.

He likes me!

I can feel my cheeks burning as we part, but I don't care. I am so happy, this is-

-I look forward, and my heart drops to my stomach.

I see Bolin, a shocked look on his face, holding a banquet in his hands. The flowers are blowing in the wind. I also see Y/N, an even greater surprised look painted on them, with a woman beside them.

The moment of love and passion is torn apart, as Bolin begins to sob uncontrollably and runs away, ignoring Mako's pleas.

"Great!" Mako shouts out, turning to me. "Look what you did!"

"You're blaming me?" I angrily bark back. He can't just blame all of this on me!

"You kissed me!"

"You kissed me back!"

Mako grates his teeth together as he lets out a frustrated noise, running away in an attempt to catch Bolin.

Mako runs past Y/N, who is walking to me with a furious glare.

"What is wrong with you?!" they shout at me. "I told you Mako had a girlfriend, but no, let's not listen to Y/N! Let's just kiss him!"

They're mad. Really mad.

"I'm sorry, okay?! I just thought-"

-"No!" Y/N interrupts. "The next time you see Bolin, you better apologise to him!"

They walk away with the woman to the pro-bending arena. I turn around and focus my gaze on the ground.

"Well played, Korra."

LATER

Y/N'S POV

Idiot. What a fucking idiot.

I apologised to Kyuni for what happened outside and asked her not to mention it. She told me it was fine as we walked to where Asami and I sat earlier. I introduced the two to each other and the daughter of Hiroshi asked for another seat to be brought in. They seem to be hitting it off well, thankfully.

I can't get over what happened earlier. I'm fuming. I'm furious that Korra played with Bolin's emotions like that. She knew he liked her, and knew Asami was Mako's girlfriend, and she still kissed the firebender. KISSED!

It also didn't help that my jealousy was at its peak when I saw it with my own eyes. I felt like my whole world was crumbling down and my heart stopped beating. I really need to deal with this before it becomes a serious issue.

I feel a hand placed on mine, and I turn to see Kyuni, concern in her eyes.

"You okay?" she whispers to me.

I nod and she squeezes my hand in acknowledgement. We stare at each other for a few seconds until we get interrupted by the sound of cheering, as the two teams confront each other on the ring. The announcer speaks up:

"You can't find two teams more evenly matched in age, size, and strength than the Fire Ferrets and the Buzzard-Wasps. Believe me, I've looked. This should be a pulse-pounding semi-final, folks!"

DING!

As the match starts, I can tell they weren't as good as they were before. They're so unorganised tonight.

I wonder why.

A few minutes into it and Bolin gets hit so hard that he vomits...a lot.

Suddenly, Mako gets hit off the ring.

Shit!

Luckily, the bell rings, signalling the end of the first round.

Round two goes just as well. Bolin gets knocked off almost immediately and Korra is forced to move back one zone for being unnecessary rough against an opponent. She even threatened the ref, causing her to get a yellow fan.

They're so close to defeat. They can't just lose now, not after everything that has happened.

Almost immediately after the final round begins, Bolin and Mako get knocked back into zone two. The earthbender even gets his shoulder seriously injured by an earth disc, letting out a painful yell. Soon after that, both brothers are sent flying off the ring. It's up to Korra now. She can do this. I know she can.

I can feel the intensity emitting from the arena. Korra is dodging, weaving, sending everything she has at her opponents. She has ten seconds left.

Come on, Korra. You got this.

Then, just when all hope seemed lost, my best friend fires a massive water sprout at the three enemies, standing in a row vertically, sending them all off the ring and into the pool.

"It's the big kabosh! What a knockout! It didn't seem possible, folks, but the Fire Ferrets are headed to the finals!"

SHE DID IT!

The crowd goes absolutely crazy, myself included, as we all let out a scream. I jump up and raise both of my fists into the air, with Kyuni and Asami doing the same.

"THAT WAS AMAZING!" Kyuni shouts, joy written on her face.

"It sure was!" Asami happily replies.

We all rush in to congratulate the Ferrets. Asami runs to Mako and surges forward into a crushing hug.

"Great job! What a comeback, Korra. I've never seen a hat trick like that."

"Yeah! That was awesome!" Kyuni adds on.

The Ferrets look at her with confused looks.

Oh yeah, I haven't introduced them to her.

"Oh, sorry! Guys, this is Kyuni. I met her at a bar earlier. She's a big fan of pro-bending too!"

As Mako and Bolin introduce themselves to our new friend, I walk up to Korra and pull her into a hug, in which she gladly reciprocates.

"You did amazing, Korra." I joyously say to her.

"Thanks, Y/N. And about earlier, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. I was so wrapped up in my feelings that I didn't think about the consequences."

I pull back from the hug to look her in the eyes. "It's okay. I'm sorry for snapping at you. But I think there is someone who needs an apology the most."

She nods, a knowing look on her face, and walks to Bolin.

As soon as she walks away, Kyuni approaches.

"Thank you so much Y/N for taking me here! That was amazing!"

I chuckle. "No problem. You can come with me to the finals if you want."

Her face is painted with wonder as she hears my offer. Then, slowly, she smirks.

"Sure. But I think I need to repay you first." she teasingly tells me.

I chuckle, shaking my head. "Okay, if you want to repay me so badly, how about we go to "The Dragon's Breath" again tomorrow? You can tell me what drinks are actually good, and I can have a rematch of our arm wrestle. I need to get my honour back after that defeat."

Kyuni's smirk fades away into a gentle smile. "That sounds great."

Suddenly, an ear-invading voice breaks the moment:

"Your winners...the Wolf-Bats!"

What?! Already?!

We all rush forward and, yes, they actually won that fast.

"With a brutal round-one knockout, the defending champs secure their spot in the finals. I hope the Ferrets know a good doctor, because they're gonna need one!"

As the defeated players get rushed away for medical attention, Korra and I look at each other, worry in our eyes.

This is going to be harder than we thought.

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And that's it! Constructive criticism is always appreciated!

What did you think of Kyuni? This is the first time I made an OC (not counting the reader's character of course haha). I hope you guys like her!

See you all in the next chapter! :D

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[luimagines]

oooh i have an idea, how would dear reader reacts to the chain's secrets? they could be canon like wolfie being twi, or something you headcanon!

Masterlist

I procrastinated on this one admittedly because I had no idea where to take it but after writing out a list and appointing a secret to each boy. I have it done.

Some things are definitely headcanons.

Part one will include Hyrule, Sky, Warrior, Four and Wild.

Content under the cut!

Hyrule

The battle wasn’t necessarily hard to deal with- the monsters weren’t difficult to deal with and there weren’t a lot of them to begin with.

You slashed, dashed and kicked every enemy away from you and watched as they fell to your blade. Every new step revealed a new purple cloud as you danced around the battle field.

You saw Wild and Twilight fighting back to back with practiced ease and handling it as well as you were. Warrior and Sky was side by side closer to Time and Legend than the rest of the group was and Four and Wind were up in the trees striking the enemy down at a distance and no doubt scheming something while the going was easy.

The only one you had no idea where he was, was Hyrule.

And that didn’t take a lot to dive into your brain and wriggle uncomfortably until your own insecure thoughts pushed you to go look for him.

Between the monsters and the land mines of purple smoke, it was a little difficult to find him.

But when you do- he does something you don’t fully understand at first.

You manage to run into him in a clearing, but he doesn’t notice you at first. Instead, you see him take his sword and run it through his palm. His blood coats the length of his blade, and it drips down his hand onto the grass below.

He watches the monsters in front of him and dances for a minute around them before he takes a breath and kills them effortlessly.

You frown and step toward him. “Why did you do that?”

Hyrule jumps higher than should be physically possible and doesn’t catch himself on the way down. He falls flat on his butt and looks up at you with wide and startled eyes.

“Are you ok?” You kneels next to him and go to take his injured hand. “What on earth were you trying to do?

Hyrule jerks his hand back like you’ve burned him and you see the magic flow through the air around his wound- closing it like it never happened.

“Link?” You frown again and slowly place your hand in your lap. You’re confused and a little afraid for him. You know that blood magic is taboo for a reason and is typically avoided more often than not because of its’s dark nature- but you never thought Hyrule of all people would dabble in it.

“I’m fine.”

“Link.” You stress a little more. “What were you trying to do? I didn’t think you were capable of blood magic... At least you don’t usually use those kind of spells. Is that why you fight on your own for a while each time?”

“I’m not using blood magic.” Hyrule frowns and stands abruptly. 

“Then why-?”

“It’s not important.”

“Hyrule, you’re hurting yourself. I’d say that that’s pretty important.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Don’t make me get Time.” You threaten. “I’ll get Legend too. I bet they’ll get some answers out of you.”

“You won’t just drop it, will you?” He sneers

“Nope.” You stand and cross your arms. “What were you trying to do?”

“I was just checking something.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Like if a curse would work or something?”

Hyrule tenses and he crosses his arms- instantly looking away from you.

“WERE YOU ACTUALLY TRYING TO CAST A CURSE?!” You screech.

“THE CURSE WAS CAST ON ME!” He yells back.

You both still for a moment and wait for the forest to show any signs that others might have heard you.

The sounds of distant fighting continues and after a minute of waiting some more, no one shows up to check on either of you, so you’re safe.

You turn back to your companion and furrows your eyebrows. You lower your voice just above a whisper just in case someone might be on the way but now you need answers. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He scowls- a face you’re not used to seeing on him and throws his arms down his sides in anger. “Back home, Ganon cast a curse on me. The monsters need my blood in order to resurrect him and I can’t risk letting any monsters from my time getting to me. I need to check if the other monsters will follow suit.”

You blink, not expecting that answer but your anger flares up regardless. “So you go out on your own to check this curse because your blood is needed to resurrect hatred incarnate? What if you’re overpowered? What if they do react to it? How are we supposed to help you if you’re alone?”

“It’s my problem to deal with. I don’t need-”

“Shut up.” You scowl and grab him by the shoulders. You shake him roughly for as long as you speak. “We are your friends! We care about you! We don’t want to see you hurt! We’re going to help you! Whether you want it or not- we’re not to let you deal with this alone. Not while we’re here.”

“Stop shaking me.”

You let him go.

“I won’t tell the others because I know you wouldn’t like that.” You say. “But this stops today. You hear me? None of us are just going to let these freaks near you and this is not necessary while you have a whole team of heroes just as pissed about the situation as you are. You hear me?”

“Loud and clear.”

“How clear?”

“Crystal.”

“Good.”

Sky 

Sky wakes up one day with a far away look in his eye which immediately puts you on edge.

Not only that but to make it worse, he doesn’t stop looking at you.

He looks scared.

Every five minutes you swear you catch him looking in your direction only to look away in haste when you look back at him.

No one is saying anything and it doesn’t help your paranoia.

With some people walking ahead you, you step back and take a spot next to Sky. You notice that he’s tense and walking robotically, and trying to match your pace. “Dude, what’s up? You’re freaking me out.”

Sky trips over himself and finally looks you in the eye. “What do you mean?”

“You woke up like you saw a ghost. You’ve been looking over to me every five minutes and even now you look like you want to sprint away from me. Did I do something?”

“I.. Ummm...” Sky stutters for a minute before swallowing whatever lump was in his throat. “I just had a dream... is all.... I’ll get over it.”

“I’m assuming it had something to do with me then.”

“No, not exactly.” Sky’s quick to speak even if you can see the beginning’s of sweat collect on his brow. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Want to talk about it?” You tilt your head. “It looks like it really shook you up.”

“Oh, um, I-”

“Maybe you died and Sky freaked out.” Legend pushes you forward and away from Sky. “He doesn’t have to talk about it if he doesn’t want to.”

“Ok, my god, Legend slow down! Not everyone is as emotionally constipated as you! Talking about things is healthy and important!” You shout over your shoulder, trying to dig your heels into the dirt with little to no luck.

Legend seems a bit stronger right now that he usually is, you bet it’s his power bracelet.

If Sky actually looks a bit paler at Legend’s claim than neither of you notice.

The day passes a little calmer after that, Sky seeming to have calmed down enough to not be so weird and it something you’re quick to forget about.

By the time the afternoon hits, a bunch of dark and foreboding storm clouds roll in.

Somehow, Sky manages to find it in himself to walk next to you again and does his best to stay close.

You don’t mind it and even jokingly pull his sail cloth over your head when it begins to rain on your group. It’s not particularly strong and there’s not a lot of options to rest and take cover, so you bare with it. Sky lets you keep the sail cloth over your head surprisingly.

But then there’s thunder and you see lightning in the distance and bite your lip. “Maybe we should hunker down or something?”

The rain goes from gentle drops to a down pour within seconds and the group runs a bit to gain as much cover as you can in the nearby tree line.

Sky pushes himself in front of you and shoves you behind him with enough force that you’re fully knocked over. In one fluid motion he lifts the Master Sword skyward and charges the blade, tossing it away from the group in a glowing blue arc. It cuts through the grass and even splits the first tree it strikes in half before dissipated into the air. 

You would have been struck by lightning if he didn’t do that.

“Sky?” You get up and try to wipe as much mud off of your pants as you can. “Are you ok? How did you know that would happen?”

Sky gulps and takes a deep breath as he looks at you with wide eyes and understanding. “I saw it in a dream.”

“Oh...” You gasp and reach out to him shakily, putting your hand on his shoulder. “You have dreams then?”

“Yes.” Sky looks at his sword and hesitantly puts it away. “Sometimes.”

“Ok then...” You nod and look around the group. They’re all in varying stages of shock, surprise and concern.

Everyone is looking at Sky.

“We need to get out of the storm.” You say in lieu of changing the topic. ” Who knows if there’s more lightning on the way and there’s a lot of metal within the group.“

“Right.” Time nods and does a not so subtle double take in his attempt to leave it be. “Let’s go.”

You nod back and nod once more to Sky and wrap your arm around his shoulder. you lead him forward and lean into his space to whisper into his ear. “Thanks.”

“I’m just glad I made in time.”

“We’ll talk later ok?” You smile in hopes of alleviating some of the tension. “I have some questions if you’re willing to indulge me.”

“I suppose it’s only fair.”

Warrior

“He’s a cute kid.” Warrior mentions randomly one day. 

You startle and jump, nearly dropping the image. You scramble to catch it and successfully do so after playing hot potato with yourself.

“Warrior, a little warning please.” You sigh and attempt to clean your finger print smudges on the glass. “But yeah, my little brother is cute. I hope he stays that way.”

“I don’t think you have much to worry about.” Warrior shrugs. “He grows up to be a fine and upstanding young man. Good looks run in the family. ”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Thank you, I’m sure they do.”

Warrior comes to stand next to you and gently turns the glass over to see the image better.

“Warrior?”

“Hm?”

“Am I doing the right thing?” You sigh.

“What do you mean? I’d say you are. Sacrificing yourself for the good of a better tomorrow- for your family- for your loved ones- but that’s not what you’re talking about are you?” Warrior lets you take the image back.

“But he’s so young... and I’m supposed to take care of him.” You gulp. “I just want him to be safe and sound and healthy but I can’t really do that from- from... I’m here instead.“

“Well... no said it was going to be easy.” Warrior offers lamely.

“What if he grows up to hate me?” You clench the glass tighter at the thought. “I just abandoned him, didn’t I? Oh my god-”

“Hey. He loves you.” Warrior takes your shoulders in his hands and shakes you somewhat. “He admires you greatly. You’re his hero. He looks up to you even now. He’ll understand when the time comes.”

“Even now?” You sniff. “What does that mean?”

“Years have passed and he hasn’t stopped looking up to you and how you did everything you could for him, for Zelda and he’s trying to make you proud-”

“Warrior he’s five, how do you know this?”

His mouth shuts with a click of his teeth.

“Warrior.” 

“Um... I... He...”

“Link.” You pocket the glass and face him head on. “When did you meet my brother?”

He stares at you for a moment and deflates. “During... during the war of my era.”  

“...What?”

Warrior hisses and brings his hand to scratch the back of his neck. “He showed up around the same time that Wind did but he talked about you.... and I guess you talk to him about me because he wasn’t really surprised at what was happening.”

“How old was he?” You bite your lip, already dreading the news.

“Older than me actually.” He offers with a tight smile. “I never asked him but if I had to guess I would have put him in his mid twenties. The oldest Link to start his adventure compared to the rest of us...”

“But he still...” You deflate as well and hug your arms around yourself. “He still has to go doesn’t he? I can’t save him from it. Even now, I... I can’t- I fail him in the end then.” 

“He doesn’t see it that way at all.” Warrior catches you before you fall to your knees in despair. “He admires everything you’ve done for him, everything you’re currently doing. You kept him from danger for as long as you could- until he was old enough to take on his destiny. That’s more than any of us could say.”

“I don’t want him to go through any of it though.” You sob and lean into Warrior for support. “That’s my baby brother Warrior- how am I supposed to be ok with this?”

“I don’t think there is a way.” He admits. “Nor do I think you should be.”

“I can’t keep him from it.”

“But you can and have been postponing it.” Warrior rubs circles into your shoulder as you cry. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you even more.”

“I miss him.”

“You’ll see him again.” Warrior grips you tightly. “He also did very well all things considered. He became an older brother to me and to Sprite and Wind... I don’t think Wind has figured it out yet that your brother and Lucky are the same Link though.”

You sniffle and calm down slightly. “Was he awesome?”

A laugh is startled out of him and he chokes on the snort and cough that tries to leave him at the same time. “I’d say he was better than me... And he claims to have never held a sword until then.”

“Good.” You nod. “He’s the best brother in the whole world.”

“Yeah, he was.”

Four

You’re walking on a random trail as the day dies down and you’re partner is Four for the hour.

The sun rests behind you comfortably and you talk about the different weapons from each others Hyrule. You’re no smith- but you do think it’s an interesting process and try to take notes where you can.

As you trade your notes and laugh at the more ridiculous stories from one another, you look down and notice something weird with Four’s shadow.

It almost looked like it was laughing along too... in the opposite direction that Four was looking in. But you blink and it’s as if it never there.

Maybe you’re tired.

You have been walking all day and perhaps it was a trick of the light.

You don’t think on it too much and go back to talking with your friend.

Hours later-you’d think that it would be the end of it but it isn’t.

In fact, you can’t sleep. And the way it moved was different than it should have been and the more you look into the memory there more obscurities than there should be. Not to mention that Four gets weird around shadows or whenever they are mentioned.

You stare up at the star filled sky as you think about the incident.

“I’m telling you I think they saw me.” A new voice says.

You’re thrust into the moment and attune your hearing to the direction it came from.

“I think you’re thinking too much into it. How could they have seen you?” It’s Four.

You close your eyes and roll over in the same direction, pretending to still be asleep.

The voices take a minute to pick up again when you do that.

They were watching you.

“They stared at me for a solid minute- how did you miss that?” New voices hisses.

“They were laughing-”

“You were laughing, you love sick fool. They looked at me. They saw me. I’m going to blow the secret and you’re not even listening to my warning.”

Your eyes snap open and you push yourself up as quickly as you can.

You instantly spot Four sitting by the fire, but you’re not surprised by that. What really takes your attention is the new person next to him- who looks uncannily like your friend.

But with purple hair...

And red eyes...

And darker skin...

“Four what the hell?” You blurt.

Four responds quickly and as intelligently as he can manage.  “Uhhhh...”

The person next to him curses and runs a hand through his hair. “I told you. I told you. I told you.”

You lock eyes with the new guy and introduce yourself.

He huffs and crosses his arms, his face darkening slightly- or again- maybe it was a trick of the light. “I’m Four’s shadow.”

“His... shadow...?”

“Yes. That’s what I said.”

You nod, wide eyed before turning to Four with a million questions in your eyes. He can see it and holds his hand up to his mouth, pressing his knuckles harshly against his teeth as he waits for them to start flowing out of your mouth.

“Love sick fool?”

“Shadow you snitch!” Four screeches and takes a swing at him.

His cry is loud enough rouse some of the others but only really wakes up two of them. You stare tensely as Time and Legend sit up fast enough to nearly throw themselves into the fire as they turn to Four.

“Sorry.” You whisper yell to save his honor.

Shadow is nowhere to be found.

Time and Legend turn to you as the only other one awake and each raise an eyebrow in tandem.

“Ni-nightmare. I yelled. I’m sorry.” You try to act like you just woke up as well and try to hunker down into your blankets.

Time sighs and wipes his eyes. “You ok?”

“I will be.” You try to smile but you’re too nervous and it comes out more forced than it should- but perhaps that helps you sell your little fib.

Legend for his part glares at you before he sits down with a solid thump and throws himself dramatically back into his bedroll. 

No words are exchanged between you two.

“Everything alright Four?” Time yawns as he also begins to lie down again.

“Yeah. All good here.” Four laugh nervously and waves him away.

Time nods, no longer paying attention and slowly... nearly half an hour later, you see that the two of them have fallen asleep again. Thankfully neither of them seem to realize that it didn’t sound like your voice at all.

Shadow appears again from somewhere and takes his spot next to Four. “Nice going.”

“Shut up.”

“Four, I have questions.” You sit up and make your way over to the two of them.

Shadow raises an eyebrow. “What’s there to explain?”

“Everything?”

“Ok. Ok. Both of you, don’t start. You caught us fair and square. Sit down.” Four sighs and gestures to the other spot next to him. “It’ll take a while.”

“Done.” You grin and nearly run over a sleeping Sky in the process. “Tell me everything.”

Wild

“Has anyone seen Mr. Champion?” You glance up after doing a supply check through your bag. You’re running a little low on rations and know the resident cook usually has some to spare.

But you haven’t seen him in a while.

“Didn’t he go to get fire wood?” Wind tilts his head.

“Wasn’t that at least an hour ago?” You respond, furrowing your eyebrows as you think about it more. Where did Wild go?

“He hasn’t come back yet?” Warrior sits up straighter. Now the rest of the group is a little more aware of their missing member and each start subconsciously checking the tree line as if he were about to come back that very second.

“I can go look for him.” You offer, standing up. “Maybe he got distracted. We are in a new area.”

“Oh great, he could be miles away and we’d never know.” Legend groans and throws his head back. “Just what we needed.”

“Have a little faith Vet.” You snort. With a quick jump and skip over the supplies, you begin to leave the camp behind. “Try calling him Wind, I’ll see if I can go find our missing chef before dinner.”

“Please do.” Time nods. “We’ll start a full search party if you’re not back within the next hour though. It’s getting too dark.”

“Noted.”

“I could find him faster.” You hear Twilight say but you’re already too far away to back down now.

Truthfully, you have no idea where to start- but you imagine that to find Wild- one must think like Wild.

You pick a direction and stick with it.

At some point maybe fifteen minutes in you reach a small creek and begin to follow to stream upwards.

It’s really more like you’re taking a hike than searching for your friend and you begin to feel a little stupid even if realistically there’s no other way for this to be done.

That is- until you see him anyway.

He’s seems to be frozen in place, staring off into the distance with his hands still held mid air, gripping the canteen he appears to have been filling up.

It confuses you and you stand there staring at him to move- to blink- to do something. But he doesn’t. “Wild?”

No response.

“Champion?” You call a little louder and begin to tip toe a little closer to him. You’re afraid that even the slightest snapping of a twig would break whatever spell he’s under and you don’t fancy a violent reaction out the man who can easily blow the whole area up with little to nothing.

But still no response.

“Link!” You hiss and eventually reach his side. He hasn’t once turned in your direction or even acknowledged your presence and you begin to doubt that he’s even conscious.

His eyes are open and he’s knelt beside the creek but maybe he got hit with some magic or something- you don’t know.

You gulp and place a hand on his shoulder. You shake him lightly but when that also proves to not do anything you begin to shake him more and more until you nearly throw him over-but he does not react at all.

“Oh boy... What on earth happened to you?” You bite you lip and begin to look around. He’s too heavy for you to carry on your own and also too far away to yell for help or assistance.

You should have dragged Twilight with you.

Suddenly he takes a deep breath and blinks rapidly, shaking himself back into the present. 

You freeze and tense up considerably as you watch him come back to himself.

Wild stretches and looks up at the sky before standing up. “Twilight’s not going to like this.”

“No. I don’t think so.” You reply.

He freezes as well and looks at you by only shifting his eyes. “How long were you here for?”

“A while...” You admit. “Maybe fifteen minutes. You were gone for over an hour. I got worried.”

“Oh. That’s not so bad then.”

“You ok?” You gulp and slowly drop your shoulders from your ears and unclench your fists.

“Yup. Peachy.”

You nod and continue to lower your guard- not trusting this one bit. “May I ask what that was?”

“Just a memory.” He shrugs and tries to walk past you.

“A memory?” You frown and turn on your heel to follow him. “A memory? I shook you head enough to nearly throw you into the water and you claim it was because of a flashback? I’ve heard of disassociation before but I think this is more like astral projection through dimensions. You were completely gone!”

“It happens from time to time. Nothing to worry about.”

“What if something came up behind you and killed you?” You argue. “I’d say that’s something to worry about. Does this happen often?”

“Everyone once in a while. Maybe once every other month. It depends really. It doesn’t happen as often as it did in the beginning though.” Wild admits and gestures for you to follow him.

You do- but you keep asking him questions.

“So this is normal?”

“For me? Yes.”

“For you?”

“I...” Wild hisses slightly as another thought comes to his mind. “I never told you did I?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about but I’m going to assume that no, you didn’t.”

“I get memories from my old life from time to time when something triggers them. I used to have amnesia but I’ve got most of the my memories back at this point... By now it’s just filling in little blanks.” Wild shrugs. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Oh...” Understanding calms you somewhat. At least it’s not a magic spell or anything. “How did you get amnesia? Do you remember that?”

Wild stops in his tracks and looks at the ground momentarily before looking up again and walking forward. “I died.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“I died.”

“Huh?”

“I. Died.”

“WILD!” You tense up again and follow him without hesitation. “What do you mean you died? Did you heart just stop or were you like blow up or something- Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I’m being super insensitive right now, aren’t I? But I don’t understand! I don’t- Wild- Link- you can’t just drop a bomb like that. Are you like a ghost or something? No. Wait. You can bleed and I’ve seen you crash into more walls and rocks than I care to admit.”

“This isn’t exactly the reaction I was expecting.” Wild frowns and cuts you off. 

“ArE YOu oK?!”

“I’m here aren’t I?”

“But that’s not what I mean- How can that even make sense-”

“Where did you think I got my scars from?” Wild cuts you off once more with a barely restrained snort as he bites his lip.

“Oh my god.”

“I’m fine I promise.”

“Wild nooo....” You whine and Wild thinks for a minute that the information upset you so much that you’re going to cry. “Who did it? I’ll kill them with my bare hands. Who hurt you?”

Wild comes to a full stop again and sighs. Deep and tired but he tilts his head and offers you his hand. “Do you want the short story or the long?”

“Long story please.”

For the first time since this conversation started, Wild smiles even if it’s faint and subtle. “Alright, let’s take the scenic route back. This might take a while.”

Part 2

#linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #linked universe #is my personal plot line growing #maybe #maybe not #those you have been following for a while will take Warrior's call back for what it is #can't fully break away from god given duties can you? #Link is no exception #also #Apparently Sky gets prophetic dreams #i've never played skyward sword #but I've been meaning to get it for the Switch #so soon!! #Maybe Sky will be easier to write after I play it

[bellakitse]

Only you

TK stares into Carlos’ brown eyes, lost in them and the love he sees there. “Do you think about kids?” he finds himself blurting out loudly, his voice cracking at the end.

+

Seeing Carlos with the Vega girls sparks a conversation between TK and Carlos about their future.

*spoilers for 2.14*

“Well, that was fun,” Tommy says dryly as they pull the ambulance into her driveway as the sun sets on Austin. “Pretty sure we’re going to find dust on us for weeks to come.”

TK nods, making a face as he parks the rig. “In very uncomfortable places for sure.”

Tommy chuckles, flashing him an amused smile as he shifts in his seat. “Come on, let’s go see if your boy survived my own forces of nature.”

TK grins back at his Captain, himself interested in seeing how Carlos faired with the adorable Vega twins. He follows Tommy towards her front door, stopping short when she comes to a stop two steps into the house.

“Damn, that really is cute,” he hears her say, fond and a little emotional. 

TK peers over her shoulder, curious to see what she means, his breath catching in his lungs at the sight before them, causing him to let out a soft sound. “Oh.”

Isabella, Evie, and Carlos are asleep on the couch – Carlos in the middle, while the girls each use one of his legs as a pillow. Carlos’ hands rest on the girls’ backs protectively, his head tilting forward.

“I used to find them like this with Charles all the time,” Tommy whispers, bringing a shaky hand to her mouth, taking a breath before she continues. “They would tire themselves out playing and still wait up for me to come home. I used to tell Charles not to do it, but he was such a pushover when it came to the girls.” 

TK places a comforting hand on her shoulder, giving her a small smile when she turns to look at him. “He was a really good dad,” he whispers back, squeezing her shoulder when she gives him a wobbly nod. 

“He really was,” Tommy agrees, sniffing loudly to keep from crying. She turns to look back at the three sleeping bodies, her smile coming back as she does. “Your boy is a good one in training.”

TK startles at the comment, his heart ticking up nervously at the suggestion behind her words. “Oh, I, that’s, we – ” he stammers as Tommy turns her knowing eye to him.

“Did I just break your brain?” she asks with a smirk, her brown eyes dancing with affectionate amusement.

TK tries to answer, coming up with nothing; finally, he lets out a huff, rolling his eyes as she continues to smirk at him. “That was mean, Cap,” he pouts when she lets out another chuckle.

“I’m just making an observation,” she says as she lifts her hands innocently. “You found yourself a good one, and as one of my kids,” she continues warmly as she reaches out to squeeze his hand. “I’m happy for you.”

TK feels a lump in his throat at her words, both her comments about him and Carlos and her familial affection for him making him feel warm inside. “Thanks, Cap,” he says softly, giving her fingers a squeeze in hopes she understands he feels the same love for her.

Tommy gives him another smile before she nods towards the trio. “I’ll let you do the honors,” she motions.

TK lets out another huff of laughter as he moves towards the couch, crouching down to be at eye level with Carlos. He reaches out to touch his cheek, smiling softly when his boyfriend instinctively leans into the touch. “Babe, wake up, we’re back,” he says softly as he runs his hand from Carlos’ cheek to his hair. He watches him, his smile growing as he slowly opens his beautiful brown eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips when he’s awake enough to realize it’s him.

“Hey, baby,” Carlos says with a yawn, bringing a hand up to rub the sleep from his eyes. “Saved the world?”

TK moves his head from side to side jokingly. “We did our part,” he answers, stroking Carlos’ curls once more. “How did you do?”

“The girls are crazy good at the Nintendo Switch,” he answers, looking over his shoulder to look at Tommy. “They kicked my butt, but they’re going to let me have a re-match when I get better.”

“How magnanimous of them,” Tommy laughs softly with a shake of her head. “I better get them to bed even though it probably means they’ll be up at the crack of dawn.”

“I got it, no worries, Captain Vega,” Carlos answers as he smoothly gets up without waking either girl. TK stares, his heart pounding a little faster as Carlos picks up Evie first, heading for the girls’ bedroom. A few minutes later, he comes back for Isabella, doing the same, leaving him and Tommy alone in the living room watching after him.

“Damn,” Tommy whispers, impressed, her eyes twinkling. She turns her gaze to him, and TK feels himself blush at the knowing look she gives him. “I bet you take advantage of those muscles.”

TK’s face burns, but it doesn’t stop him from giving her a bratty smirk that makes her laugh with delight. “You know it, Cap.”

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 TK comes into the bedroom he and Carlos are temporarily using in his father’s home, rubbing at his wet hair with a towel. “Even with the shower, I feel like I didn’t get all the dust off.”

“I offered to spot check you, and you said no,” Carlos answers from the head of the bed where he’s reading a book.

“The crew is coming over in an hour,” he reminds him, throwing a smile over his shoulder as he drops the towel around his waist while looking for a pair of underwear, smiling to himself as he feels Carlos’ eyes on his backside. “If you had joined me, we’d still be in there, and you know it.”

“So you’re saying you didn’t want to tempt me with your wet, naked body,” Carlos asks sarcastically as TK hears him close his book and stand from the bed.

“Exactly,” he answers teasingly, letting out a gasp when he feels Carlos’ body pressed against his back.

“Then you’re not doing a great job, baby,” he whispers into the skin under his right ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth to give it a soft suck.

“Seriously? Now?” TK groans even as he presses his body back into Carlos’ frame. He turns around, letting out a shallow breath at the heat he finds in Carlos’ gaze. “When we have people coming over, and I can’t have my wicked way with you the way I have wanted to since we left Tommy’s?”

Carlos raises an eyebrow at him. “Anything in particular that got you going at Tommy’s?”

TK feels himself blush, realizing his mistake. Turning around again, he quickly slips on a pair of blue boxer briefs before reaching for a pair of jeans and a short-sleeve button-down shirt with flowers on them.

“TK?”

TK sighs softly, knowing Carlos isn’t going to let it go. He turns back towards his boyfriend, giving him a sheepish smile when he finds his curious gaze on him. “You taking care of the girls,” he starts to say, his face growing hotter when Carlos raises an eyebrow at him, the corners of his lips twitching as he begins to understand. “You looked really good with them, and I thought – “

“What?” Carlos questions softly, his expression serious and focused on him as he comes back into TK’s space, reaching out to place his hands on his hips. “You thought what?”

TK stares into Carlos’ brown eyes, lost in them and the love he sees there. “Do you think about kids?” he finds himself blurting out loudly, his voice cracking at the end. He cringes, opening his mouth, ready to apologize, stopping short when Carlos speaks.

“Yes,” he says easily, giving TK a shrug like they’re talking about something simple and not children, which is anything but. “I think of a little boy who I can teach to cook, and read the stories my mom used to read to me at bedtime. A mini-you, who you’ll dress up in flower button-downs and skinny jeans to match with you. Maybe a little girl afterwards, the queen of the house, wrapping both of us around her little finger. They would get away with everything with us as their parents,” he chuckles fondly as he paints their future with his words. “We would love them so much.”

TK stares at Carlos, feeling his heart pounding. He swallows hard, clearing his throat when he finds it hard to speak. “You want kids with me?” he whispers, afraid that any louder will break the magic of the moment.

Carlos smiles softly, his eyes closing for a moment as he does so. When he opens them, he takes another step, their chests brushing against each other as he reaches up to cup TK’s face, tilting it towards his. “Baby,” he says gently, rubbing the tip of his nose against his as he presses their foreheads together.

TK swallows again, overwhelmed by the emotions he’s feeling. He squeezes the sides of Carlos’ waist, needing something to anchor himself.

“When I think about kids, or the future in general,” he continues, love coming off him in waves. “You are at the center, always. Whether there are kids or not in it, my future has you right there next to me. You are my future, TK.”

TK closes the small gap between their faces, kissing Carlos desperately, letting out a groan when Carlos matches his need. They kiss long and hard, hands touching any part of the other they can, and TK really wants to take it further if it weren’t for the fact that their friends are going to be over any minute. He’s not done thinking about it when he hears the bell ring. He pulls away reluctantly, whimpering when he sees the heat in Carlos’ eyes.

“To be continued,” he promises, leaning in to give Carlos another kiss, this one soft and tender. “You’re my future too,” he whispers, his eyes locking with Carlos’, making sure he understands he means it. “That little boy and little girl, none, one, two, or six kids,” he grins when it makes Carlos chuckle. “It doesn’t matter as long as it’s with you and only you.”

Carlos pulls him into a hug, kissing the side of his face. “I love you.”

TK returns the embrace, pressing his lips into Carlos’ muscled shoulder. “I love you too.”

#911 lone star #tarlos #911 lone star fic #tarlos fic #tk x carlos #my writing

[ptergwen]

Hi can u do where like arvin grandma takes him to church and he meets a ‘nice’ girl but really she’s kinda like him and he finds her smoking behind the church thanks

angel

w/c: 1.4k

warnings: swearing, smoking, and suggestive themes

a/n: alright i went overboard this is pretty long 😭 sooo enjoy

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“grandma, do i really have to-“

“you’ll come say hi to her. she’s a real sweetheart, arvin,” emma pats her grandson’s hand, which she’s leading him by through their pew to yours. she’s been gushing about you all week.

your parents and her ran into each other while buying groceries, and they spoke for a bit. about upcoming town events, about the heat, about their families. you and arvin of course came up. judging by how lovely your parents are, emma had a feeling you’d be the same. that sparked her idea to introduce arvin to you.

she likes the thought of arvin hanging around a nice girl. she’d wanted the same for her own son, although it didn’t quite work out. it’s only a matter of time before she’s pimping lenora out to a pearly white smiling church boy.

“you say that about everyone, grandma,” arvin sighs, lighthearted but with a hint of annoyance. he’s not so sure he’s into nice girls. or, that nice girls would be into him. no offense to you because his grandma has been talking you up, and you do sound great, but maybe not for him.

emma puts on her best smile as the two of them approach you. “just say hi, won’t you? give her a chance.” “alright, if that’s what you want,” arvin mumbles back, running his now free hand through his hair. your mom gasps in pleasant surprise. “oh, emma. wonderful to see you again,” she greets, you and your dad standing up so she can get over.

the women hug while arvin stands there, disguising an eye roll for a look up at the ceiling. you squint at him and smirk to yourself. you’re intrigued.

your parents had mentioned something about you meeting a boy, your mom more enthusiastic than your dad. he wasn’t too on board with it. he’d said the “russell boy” had a reputation, said he was rowdy and whatnot. that was meant to scare you and your mother off. she dismissed it, and your interest was only piqued.

“yes, dear, so wonderful,” emma agrees, grinning at your dad over your mom’s shoulder. he takes a step towards her, making small talk. “how’s it going?” you watch arvin while the three of them catch up. he’s got his hands in his pockets and a clenched jaw. he doesn’t look particularly thrilled to be here. not at church or in your pew.

you snicker at him, and he snaps his head in your direction. the movement is sharp, yet somehow subtle. you’d been expecting the kid to bounce off the walls from how your dad described him. he actually seems pretty quiet. intimidating, yet quiet. it’s hot.

arvin catches a small smile from you. he nods in response, then shifts his attention back to his grandma when she nudges him.

“remember i was telling you about my grandson?” emma asks your parents, both of them affirming. she glances over at you. “this is arvin.” “hi, nice to meet you,” he drawls and extends a hand for your mom and dad to shake. your mom keeps it short and polite. your dad does it with a firm grip, one that arvin matches.

“strong boy,” he comments. “oh, you think so?” arvin jokes back. that earns a glare from your dad, who perceives it as him having an attitude. you take it upon yourself to say hi to arvin next. one, because you aren’t liking the tension. two, because you want to.

you step past your dad so you’re in front of arvin. “i’m y/n,” you say with another smile. “arvin. nice to meet you.” he sticks out his hand again, which you ignore, going straight for a hug. he’s not sure where that came from. either way, he hugs you back by your waist. you lean in to whisper in his ear.

“you wanna get out of here?” he’d fucking love to. he already promised lenora he wouldn’t sneak out of service again, though. “can’t. my sister’ll kill me for it,” arvin murmurs back, you pulling out of his arms. he finds himself disappointed by the absence of your body. your parents and emma are back in their own conversation, so you can speak freely.

“aw, cute. you’ve got a sister. you listen to her?” you’re teasing, a glint in your eyes. you don’t seem like the sweetheart his grandma made you out to be. arvin likes that. “she’s a...” he lets out a breath, trying to come up with a way to describe lenora’s love for church. “you know, this stuff’s important to her.”

“not you?” you wonder, clasping your hands behind your back. “nope. i reckon you’re the same,” arvin hums and scratches his gelled hair. “listen, how about i meet you out back later? nice girls go to church, don’t they?” he throws the last part in to flirt. you pick up on it, poking at his chest and lowering your voice. “who says i’m a nice girl?”

“come on, y/n/n. service is about to start,” your dad interrupts, taking you by your wrist before you can protest. “see you later,” you call to arvin. “yeah, see you.” he grins as him and emma walk back to their pew, where lenora is anxiously waiting for them. they’ll grill him about how he likes you later. right now is the lord’s time.

your words ring in arvin’s head the whole time the reverend drones on about whatever he does. so, you’re not a nice girl. he can’t wait to find out what that means.

when the service ends, lenora and emma line up to speak with the reverend and everyone else waiting. arvin sets off to find you. you’re the only two not still in there, so it shouldn’t be hard. he heads out the back door because he doesn’t want anyone, meaning your dad, to see him.

you’re leaned against the building with a cigarette between your fingers, puffing out a cloud of smoke just as arvin spots you. your lips turn up in a half smile when you take another drag off of it.

“there you are,” you speak, words muffled from the cigarette. you retrieve a box of matches from the waistband of your skirt and dangle it before him. “need a light?” you’d noticed a pack stuffed into his jeans earlier. he’s not so good at hiding them, if he was even trying to. you could teach him a thing or two about being more lowkey.

arvin pulls a cigarette from his pack and shoves it into his mouth. “didn’t take you to be a smoker,” he rasps as you strike the match up, bringing it to his cigarette. you then throw it on the ground and stomp it out with a knowing smile. “i told you, i’m not what you thought i was. whatever my mom told your grandma.”

“mm,” he confers, breathing in and taking the cigarette from his mouth to exhale. “heard you were a straight a’s student. you’re in lots of clubs and all that.” you scoff, bringing your own cigarette to your lips again, further blurring his good girl image of you. “when i cross out the d’s and lie, sure.” arvin chuckles at that and leans back against the stone wall.

“you’re not like your family one bit, huh?” he already knows you aren’t. “nope. i think they’re the reason i’m like this, anyway,” you admit, fingers innocently circling over his bicep. innocently. “i’m doing the whole rebel without a cause thing.” your hand squeezes at his arm, waving out your cigarette and dropping it in the grass.

“what about you? my dad said you’re a fighter.” arvin clears his throat and looks down at your feet. they’re moving, closer to him. “sometimes, for my sister. i was tellin’ you she’s different from the other kids. they pick on her.” that gives you a new sort of admiration for arvin. you thought he was cool, now you think he’s also kind. he thinks you’re... beyond words. in a good way.

“sounds like you’ve got a good heart to me.” you press your fingers into his skin, this time with a smile that’s sweet. he isn’t sure if he prefers this one or the one that has something sinister behind it. “well, thank you,” arvin drops his hand to your hip, adding on, “angel.” he’s well aware of what he’s doing by calling you that name. you click your tongue.

“angel? mhm, i’ll change your mind about that.”

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction #arvin russell #arvin russell imagine #arvin russell fluff #arvin russell x reader

[arcadejohn127-9]

Call me the flash because of how fast I’m asking this! XD

Anyways, how do you think the boys would all react to a MC who HATES Valentines Day because their former boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other dumped them on Valentine’s Day?

Damn we got a speedster over here! Someone call the justice League, you're missing a super XD

As someone who just generally dislikes valentine's I feel like this will go very well~ though seeing as alot of my prompts are the boys and them are already in a relationship - I decided to add abit of ✨ oof✨ to this prompt

Lucifer:

Not a big Valentine times day fan either

Ever since the Devildom was introduced to the holiday he wasn't a fan

There was no such thing as love in the air

But then you came into his house; he still finds it stupid and doesn't get the hype but having you around makes me him wonder if he should do something

When he found out you hated valentine's Day he felt relieved

But because it was because of a past lover???

He sees this as a challenge; you really think he's going to just brush this off?

When valentine comes you are greeted to roses, chocolates, wine and a fully prepared meal for you two

"Is this fitting enough for the holiday? I heard people tend to go overboard these days."

"You know I didn't want to celebrate today-"

You frowned, slowly coming to sit with him at his desk which has been turned into a makeshift table with cloth covering it

"And let some mortal spoil such an occasion even with your present partner? Think of this as your first steps of Getting over them."

"I'm mortal, Lucifer, don't say it like it's something insulting."

He jabbed his fork at you, raising a brow

"You're avoiding my point, don't you wish to move on?"

"I- of course....I'm happy with you."

"Then dig in, I made it myself."

You huffed, digging In but soon found yourself wrapped up in how delicious it was

He raised his wine glass to you, silently gesturing for you to do the same

"To a new meaning to valentine's."

You hesitated but repeated his words

Your glasses clinked and that was the first sign of your relationship becoming stronger

Mammon:

Active lover of the holiday and celebrates every year - couples want gifts and he can get money aswell as the fact he's a romantic

So when he found out you hated valentine's; he had to change that even when he found out why - that reason just made him annoyed that you were still hating on the holiday

"yo! Yo! Yo! Guess who just got money~ this guy so that means I'm treating ya!"

"oh? How comes?"

"It's valentine's! And you're the person I'm spending it with!"

"you know I hate it-"

He huffed, puffing out his cheeks

"And I'm going to make you stop hating it, was that ex of yours really so important you don't wanna spend valentine's with me?"

"It's complicated, I just really hate it now, it's attached to bad memories-"

"then let's change that! Make some good memories so you can stop being a grump on the day of love."

He grabbed your hands, giving you puppy eyes

You were utterly helpless to them and let him take you out

He stole a heart balloon and tied it to your wrist, doing your initials on it in Sharpie with a 'x' between them

He did definitely treat you; buying you chocolates, a teddy bear, the two of you matching keychains and many other items

You let yourself be happy as he got excited, dragging you around to every shop either of you looked at, wanting to get more matching stuff

He definitely made your valentine's a positive one

Levithan:

Hated it

His reason was because he was always alone for them, never getting anything and ending up never giving anyone anything because he believes they'll hate it

He felt Insecure that you seemed to still be attached to the breakup of your ex

Fearing that you could be missing them

You both spent valentine's as a couple but mocking and booing at others

At one point you threw Chocolates you didn't like at a overly touchy demon couples from a window

"Do you still think about them....?"

"Who?"

"Your ex, you're not over your breakup with them and we've been spending Valentines being bitter."

"I thought you enjoyed being bitter about it."

"I do but could you answer my questions, please - I know I'm not much and I'm sure they were so much better than me but maybe we could spend a little bit of valentine's together as you know....a celebrating coup-couple."

He was completely blushing, hiding his face behind his arm hoping his rambling didn't completely ruin your feelings towards him

"If you really want to, I don't have any feelings for my ex and it's just that reflection that sticks with me but, I wanna try if it'll make you feel more secure."

You guys ended up watching 'normie' movies, cuddled in his bathtub bed eating what was left your chocolates

You kissed his jaw and he immediately stopped functioning

You smiled, holding him closer

Perhaps valentine's can be a good time

Satan:

Casual valentine's man

Doesn't really care for the holiday and only has spent it with his brothers

He's use to just giving his brothers a small gift and never have a partner to spend it with

But things were different now and sadly, you hated the holiday

He respected your reason why but he felt worried that you were fully over your ex as you still let the holiday be ruined for you

He got you a small gift like he does his brother's

Wanting you to be apart of it but not doing anything big

"happy valentine's, I know you don't celebrate it but I thought you'd like the gift anyway."

"Satan....I didn't get you anything- Let's go out then, I'll treat you."

"I'll consider it a valentine's date."

Whilst he normally had a 'meh' feeling to it, he wanted to spend his first valentine's with you on a date

He just wants the experience and can say he's spend it with you

Even if it was a one time thing

"really Satan?"

"Let's spend this one together and be happy, next year we can go destory things and let out our anger towards the world."

That won you over, you agreed

You took him on a date

You both tried to ignore all the decorations everywhere but that was pretty hard, got lunch together and even walked around to see the new sights

You ended up in the park, staring to the horizon with confetti on your backs and Satan with a party hat

It was forced on him whilst you guys were out but he never got rid of it

"I liked today, maybe after we destory things we can go on another date next year?"

Asmodeus:

He LOVES love!

Nothing brings him more joy than valentine's

Aphrodisiacs are being sold EVERYWHERE

When he found you out hated it he was so upset, he wanted to spend it with you! His usual valentine's crew was nothing compared to you!

And you hated it because of an ex dumping you?!

"Noooooooo! (Y/N) don't let them ruin this for you, please, let's go on a cute picnic or even just stay in room if you don't want to go outside-"

If anyone saw asmo hugging your leg whilst you trudged down the halls, they definitely didn't say anything

"Let me spend today how I want!"

"what? Eat ice cream and get grumpy over someone you're not dating anymore?"

You frowned, knowing he was right

"why not spend it with your gorgeous boyfriend instead? Don't I shine up on your day?"

He had those Puppy eyes again

You finally stopped trying to get away from him, crouching down and cupping his face

"will you let go of my leg if I say yes?"

He nodded

As soon as he stood up you helped him straighten up his clothes, fixing his hair for him

"I'm sorry for dragging you around the house, I know I shouldn't be moping but it just really hurt."

"I know, darling but let's get through this together, we'll do whatever you want."

He was being honest; you were in charge of the whole day

You stayed in his room, having a romantic bath and then ate your feelings

After that you both went out and enjoyed dinner

Life really was happier with him; you decided you'll be doing with him more often

Beezlebub:

Mainly focuses on family valentine's

Has had to play a few sports game on the holiday and every player got a kiss and gift from a cheerleader

He liked the thought and always liked it when he was given food

But he wasn't interested in any of them

Or really the holiday itself, he always wants to share his love for the people around him

Why wait until some holiday to do it?

But when he finds out you hate valentine's and it's because of your ex

He considered fighting your ex

Doesn't want to force you to celebrate with him but wants to be able to do stuff with you

"Wanna go out to eat? They have valentine's day deals."

"i don't really feel like taking any part of it."

"I want to spend today with you and don't like seeing you being upset over the past."

"You just want to eat? No surprise dates or big deal about today?"

"no, just want to hang out with you."

"....okay."

He immediately took your hand, taking you to the restaurant he saw online

On the way we got you a magic rose

Handing it over for you to wear

But other than that he stuck to his word,just having eating out with you and didn't even talk about the holiday

You smiled but apart of you did feel bad you were going to stop something like this from having because of your ex

You felt the rose, looking up at him

"Want to take a couple's picture? They're doing it for couples celebrating today."

"we don't have to, you don't like today."

But you insisted, letting him pick you up for the picture and kissed his cheek

You were able to get the picture in different sizes and he put the small one in his wallet

From then on you planned to keep spending Valentines with beel

Belphegor:

Absolutely disgusted by it

Will always tell anyone how much he hates it

But on the other hand, he watches romcoms and yells at the TV for the chatacters not understanding they love each other every valentine's

He's just trying to keep up his edgelord persona, okay

When he learned you hated valentine's he was happy

Means he didn't have to do anything

But it's because of your ex?? He's now going to be romantic as FUCK

You enter the attic expecting to find a chill place to rest but instead there are rose petals everywhere and belphie laying waiting for you

You expected something like this from asmo but you couldn't deny seeing your boyfriend try to be romantic whilst half asleep was pretty cute

"I have romcoms and violent horror movies, pick your flavour."

"what's with all this? You know my feelings about Valentine's."

"I'm not going to let some pathetic ex ruin this valentine's for us, so I'm romancing you - is it working?"

"I'm picking the horror movie."

You put the dvd in ignoring him

"That doesn't change the mood for me."

You should of known

You cuddled and watched as people got ripped open and blood went flying

Belphie wiggling his eyebrows at you whenever an couple came on

You just shoved his face laughing

You forgot your bitter feelings and looked down at your now asleep boyfriend

"thanks for today, maybe you can try again next year."

UNDATEABLES↓

Diavolo:

Thrilled by it all!

It's so heart warming to see love be so celebrated

Demons were always so violent and everything had to be edgy - he was tired of it

Was disappointed you hated it, he already had plans for the both of you

But after finding out the reason - it seems all his scheduling was back and the gifts became more grand

"Trust me, I'll change your mind on Valentines! We're together now and I want to treat you to a date."

"but why? I don't wanna take part-"

"We are going to get through your heartbreak together! I know things can still sting even when you feel over it, so let's just try."

You thought it over, nodding

He just grinned, taking you by the shoulder and led you to the royal carriage

You struggled to sit down when it was filled with gifts and flowers

They all had your name on them and immediately blushed

You should of known he'd go all out

He took you to see the Devildom at night, where all the lights covered the streets like stars

He set up a picnic in the park and you both ended up dancing in the water fountain

"I really enjoyed today, thank you."

He kissed your cheek, telling you not to worry

Barbatos:

Isn't a fan of all the decorating and cleaning up that'll be involved when the day is over

But he gets time off to de-stress and that's always a plus

He was thankful you weren't a fan of Valentines but your ex? He might have to write them out of timelines

Understood you just had a sting from it all and was use to feeling that way

Was surprised when you were one to actually make the first move on Valentines

"I wanted to give you this, I don't want to celebrate but I thought this could be nice?"

It was a pocket watch with a hidden compartment, it had a picture of you and him

Good thing he also got you something; a locket with the same picture you have him

Was it an accident? On purpose? He'll never tell, he just knows it's your favourite picture of you two

"I see, then we won't celebrate it but I'm sure you would still be willing to accompany me in the gardens?"

Takes you on a boat ride across the lake even better as it's sunset and the water looks immaculate

Cooks you both dinner and you just spend the day as if it was any other

"I like spending Valentines with you."

"I would hope so or I would fail as your boyfriend."

"I wanna spend the next one with you properly."

"As you wish, I'll be sure to make it the best one you've ever experienced."

Solomon:

Forgets holidays

Always likes bringing up history facts about any holiday as he's seen them all evolve from one part of history to modern day

Pretends to not know how to celebrate it so people will try to explain it to him and end up not really knowing why they celebrate things

You hate Valentines? Doesn't care but it's because of your ex? That he doesn't get

"So you're still hurting from your past relationship that you don't want to spend valentine's with your boyfriend?"

"when you say it like that it sounds really bad."

"I'm not really up for celebrating so it makes no difference to me but I'm not sure I can accept you still letting them upset."

You sighted, knowing he was going to make up some sort of plan or trick

But instead he just kissed your hand

"let's go to the human world, I heard there's a traveling fairground."

You agreed to go, both of you making it there in seconds and of course everything was heart themed

You couldn't escape the love

It was actually really fun! There were bouncy castles, a Ferris wheel and lots of food stands

You were definitely willing to celebrate again if it was going to be like this

Simeon:

A day of love? It's Charming

Finds it amusing how people can much such a big deal out of it all

Though he thinks you should always be expressive of how much you love the people around you

So you hating it was an opposite to him but he was respectful

Knowing it was because of your ex made him displeased

Whilst very understanding, wanted to atleast improve your opinion on the holiday so you didn't associate it with them anymore

"Let's just do one couples related thing today then we can do whatever you please."

"but why? I should be allowed to dislike what I dislike."

"you're absolutely right but you're letting an ex ruin a whole day for you, don't you want to spend it with me?"

"of course I do! I'm just unsure."

He smiled, grasping your hands

"that's fine, we won't do anything big, just a fun date and then you're free to do as you please."

He was right, you didn't do anything big

Just went to a pottery class and you made all sorts of clay creations together

It was peaceful and there was no Valentines being forced down on you

You giggled when he showed you the clay heart he made

"we should make this our thing, valentine's we do things like this together."

He agreed, happy to make Valentines whatever you wanted it to be

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #gamingclubpresident #aracadejohn217 9 #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beezlebub #obey me luke #obey me levithan #obey me luficer #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos #obey me Diavolo #obey me x mc #obey me x you #obey me x reader #obey me imagine #Valentine's

[hermannsthumb]

nsfw prompt: hermann in lacy boxers. newt is verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry into it

Anonymous said: Follow up to the hermann's lacy briefs ask: newt wears tacky neon briefs and Hermann is Just As Into It

loosely inspired by a conversation I had with @k-sci-janitor the other night 👀 second part isn't AS incorporated, but, I did try. not sfw below cut! (but it's more of an M)

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“Well, shit,” Newt says.

As far as lab accidents go, it’s not as bad as it could be. Neither of them are bleeding, for one thing. All their limbs are still intact. And only a very small portion of the lab is on fire, not even anywhere near Hermann’s shit, and Newt manages to deal with it before it spreads by deploying the emergency fire extinguisher in record time. True, their clothing is splattered with a very mild (non-lethal!) amount of kaiju blood, and true, it does sizzle worryingly at first (kaiju blood will apparently eat through cotton like nothing), but Newt’s grown very adept with dealing with these sorts of things. (He kind of has to—they happen every other day.) “In ya go,” he says to a stunned Hermann cheerfully, tugging him along to the decontamination shower by his elbow. “Don’t be shy.”

It takes Hermann a few seconds of pleasant silence to get over his initial shock, and then he begins bitching. “This is the final straw!” he declares, along with stuff like “I can’t take your incompetence much longer!” and “I will be submitting several complaints to the Marshal about this!”, and even smacks Newt’s ankles with his cane a few times. Once he realizes that there’s now a neat little hole burned into the front of his sweater, though, and an even larger one spreading by the shoulder, his complaints fade away into weak sputters, and he doesn’t make as much as a peep when Newt shoves him under the freezing spray.

“Sorry, dude,” Newt says. “How was I supposed to know kaiju blood was combustible?”

Hermann growls at Newt.

As per lab containment protocol, once the shower is turned on, the lock is engaged, and they’ll only be allowed to exit once they’re deemed sufficiently toxin-free by the...toxin-censors, or something. Newt's still not really sure how it all works. That, or, you know, if one of them punches in the override code. But that kind of takes a while, and Newt kind of did need a shower anyway, so he decides to just roll with it and let himself be sanitized. Better safe than sorry. Even though he’s pretty sure that blood was neutralized. Probably. It is a little worrisome that it was dissolving the fabric that fast, since Newt hasn’t had that happen to him before. “Okay, warning,” Newt says, “I’m gonna take off my clothes. You might want to, too. I’m not sure why that had the reaction it did but we probbbbably don’t want to get it on our skin.”

“No,” Hermann says.

“Tough luck, I’m gonna get naked,” Newt says. “It’s happening. You need to, too.”

“Absolutely not,” Hermann says.

“Safety protocol!” Newt shouts.

It’s hard enough to shimmy out of his skinny jeans bone-dry, but in the shower it may as well be impossible, especially since he forgot to take off his boots first. Also, it’s hard to move even a foot without bumping his ass against Hermann, and Hermann growls (like, seriously, what?) again each time he does. Newt finally succeeds in stripping down to just his undershirt and neon-green boxers, and since a quick once-over confirms his skin seems to be totally burn-free, and he can't feel any sort of excruciating pain that would suggest otherwise, he decides he’s fine to just stop there. No reason to needlessly flash Hermann his junk. When Newt turns around, he’s almost surprised to see Hermann in the exact same position as before: clutching the shower railing for dear life, his eyes fixed directly at the ceiling.

Oh—Newt’s dumb. Hermann left his cane outside. A wet shower is already potentially treacherous, but a wet shower without anything but a crappy railing to properly stabilize himself definitely is. “Okay, look, don’t take this the wrong way,” Newt says, “but can I help you undress? I just mean—it’ll probably be hard for you to do it like that.”

He points to Hermann’s iron grip on the railing. Hermann shakes his head.

“I would rather you not,” he says. He looks down at Newt's briefs, goes red in the face, and looks back up.

“Hermann, seriously.” Newt steps forward with a sigh and tugs on Hermann’s blazer. “It’s a safety thing. I promise I won’t look at your old man bloomers or long johns or whatever, you just seriously need to take this all off so I can make sure you’re not hurt.”

“Stop it, Newton,” Hermann grumbles, and then, when Newt gets the top few buttons undone, full-on snaps “Newton!” and pushes Newt away. "Get off of me."

Newt is not dealing with this shit right now. It's one thing for Hermann to be pissed at him when they have a whole lab between them and plenty of space to cool off, but crammed in to a tiny shower together where he's within arm's distance of a grumpy Hermann, who would probably joyfully throttle him at any moment, is just not how Newt wants to spend the next twenty or so minutes. Especially not when all he wanted to do was make sure Hermann wasn't getting literal acidic burns. It's a completely un-cool way to repay a kindness. “Fine!” he says, and throws up his hands. “Whatever! I don’t care. You always have to make everything weird."

Hermann glowers at him, which looks pretty silly, because it's hard to take him seriously with his hair plastered to his head like that. Then, (to Newt's surprise) he reaches a trembling hand up to his top button. “I will do it myself,” he says. “But please look away. I need—privacy.”

"Privacy," Newt echoes with a snort, but obliges. Anything to get Hermann to cooperate is a-okay with him. Once he's got his back to Hermann, he hears Hermann's clothing hitting the ground with a series of small wet splats against the tile. Blazer, sweater, button-down, pants. His belt jingles when it drops. Despite the chill of the water, Newt feels the back of his neck grow warm. Hermann is practically naked behind him. Newt doesn't think he's seen Hermann any nakeder than his pajamas before, once when they dragged themselves to LOCCENT at three in the morning for a kaiju alert system test run and he got an eyeful of Hermann in a dressing gown and slippers. Even that was almost too much for Newt. "Any burns?" he says over his shoulder.

"Er," Hermann says. "I think—"

"Well?"

Hermann is silent. "I'm not quite sure," he finally says.

Newt sighs. "Okay, just let me—"

Newt's scientist mode kicks in over his holy shit Hermann is semi-naked next to me mode (and, okay, maybe his protective over Hermann mode kicks in just a little too), and he turns to Hermann unthinkingly to assess any possible damage. And then freezes in place. Because, well. He's not sure what he expected—maybe Hermann scowling and shivering in some dorky little striped boxers and an undershirt, or maybe that he layers up on undergarments just like he does sweaters.

He is absolutely, one-hundred percent not expecting to see Hermann in a lacy blue pair of underwear and a matching bralette.

And, well. At least the water is cold. Newt doesn't like to think about what sort of physiological response his body might have otherwise.

As it is, Newt just sort of stares at Hermann. And his sexy underwear. Or maybe he gapes. He definitely does when he realizes that it's not just plain sexy underwear—both pieces have little gold stars embroidered across them—and it's simultaneously so cute and so much sexier that his knees begin to wobble, and he's worried he might pass out. Hermann stares back, chin raised almost defiantly, his jaw set hard. Neither of them speak.

Then Newt clears his throat and makes an attempt at it, because he's not sure what else to do if not play it cool. "Um," he squeaks. "Um. I don't—I don't see any burns." Newt does not look anywhere else on Hermann's body, so there's a good chance that's a lie. It's kind of hard to pull his eyes away. "Are you—do you—" He takes a deep breath. "Do you always...?"

"No," Hermann says. He works his jaw back and forth. "Well, go on, then."

"Go on what?" Newt says. Is Hermann sensing the (frankly) pornographic thoughts racing through Newt's head at a mile a minute and giving him permission to act on them? Because Newt doesn't have a problem with that. He 100% does not have a problem with dropping to his knees and begging Hermann to let him put his tongue on him through the lace, or groping Hermann's chest through the top...

"Tease me," Hermann says. In a sexy way? Newt wonders, because he can do that, and he's all set to start grabbing Hermann's ass or something when Hermann clarifies "I know you want to tell me how silly I look."

Oh. That's dumb. "Why would I do that?" Newt says. Before he can help himself, he blurts out, "Dude, you look fucking hot."

"What?" Hermann says.

The shower shuts off, and an alarm beeps twice as the door swings open. The emergency protocol seems to have ended. Neither Newt nor Hermann make a move to leave. "What?" Hermann repeats again, a little quieter. He's looking at Newt like he's grown a second head.

"It looks," Newt says, "um, hot. I like—" He feels himself blushing furiously. He's not sure where to stare—still at Hermann? Or does he force himself to turn his gaze to the floor or over Hermann's shoulder or something? He can see one of Hermann's nipples through the lace top. Oh, my God. "I like how it looks on you." (Insane understatement.)

Hermann falls silent again. "You do?" he says.

"Yeah," Newt says. "Do you—like, every day? Or?"

Hermann shakes his head. He's watching Newt with a carefully guarded expression, like he's still skeptical that Newt is telling the truth and isn't about to just start laughing at him or something. "Not at all," he says. "Er. This was rather unfortunate timing. It's—well, it's a way to feel more confident, I suppose, when I've had a rotten week."

Newt doesn't start laughing, of course. Newt inches closer. He likes the contrast of the dark blue against Hermann's skin, and he wonders how soft it is. He wonders if it would feel soft to him, too, if he touched it, or dragged his palms up and down Hermann's chest. He wonders if Hermann would like that. "I often," Hermann says, and then his voice trails off.

"Huh?" Newt says, somewhere to the vicinity of Hermann's belly button.

Hermann clears his throat. "I often think of you. What you would do, if you saw me this way, and..."

Newt finally snaps. "Can I touch you?" he says.

Hermann nods, the smallest, shyest little smile on his face. "If you'd like," he says.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #im not totally crazy about this one but it was giving me grief #so im just posting it so I don't have to look at it anymore #not sfw /////////

[newtonsheffield]

Oh my god I just read Enchanted and it was beautiful!! I love how you well you wrote it and all the stories here!!

Do you think Sophie ever joined in on the weekly lunches with Violet, Kate & Lucy? What did she complain about if she did?? Also does Benedict have like a wall of Sophie pictures?? I thought it was super cute at the end where she finally saw the picture of when he fell in love!!

Sorry if you’ve already written this! I’m still making my way through everything on here!

Hello! A new friend!

You know, it's funny, because Enchanted is my least favourite of the 28 fics in this Series! I haven't even read it since I posted it. And I don't even know why? Like it's fine I suppose, and there's nothing that I really hate about it I don't know. But I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

Benedict has so many pictures of their family on the wall it's a little nauseating. Sophie often jokes that They'll have to get a bigger house just so he can keep taking pictures.

Now if you're new around here, you may not yet be familiar with something I like to call the Bridgerton Wives Club which is essentially Kate, Lucy, Sophie and Penelope being absolutely manic. They have matching shirts and they're wild. Edwina is obviously a frequent collaborator.

Should we see Sophie's first lunch a Violet's?

Sophie was nervous. There was no point denying it. She was about to have lunch with Benedict's mother and sister in laws (though Lucy wasn't married to Gregory, Sophie definitely felt the title was relevant) and she was stressed about it.

She was standing outside Ben's house, waiting for them to pick her up. Kate had breezed right past the fact that Sophie was going to take the tube when she'd texted her last night instead saying Luce and I will pick you up. A Range Rover pulled up to the curb, braking abruptly in front of Sophie who startled as the window rolled down, the nerves fluttering in her stomach as Kate smiled down at her.

"Hop in Sophie!"

Sophie forced herself to smile, feeling the awkwardness of it. Lucy and Kate were already bickering by the time she had the door open, settling herself against the leather seats.

"Jesus, Kate, can you at least wait until she's buckled in before you start driving like a lunatic?" Lucy tutted, a broad smirk on her face.

"Sorry, Mother Abernathy." Kate rolled her eyes, smiling at Sophie through the rearview mirror.

"Don't be nervous, Sophie." She said gently, as they sped through Chelsea Kate tutting at other drivers periodically.

"I'm not." Sophie choked out, a lie and they all knew it.

Kate hummed. "You've met Violet before and she really does care." Sophie nodded, knowing this was true. "She even listens to my sister complain about her dipshit boyfriends."

Sophie frowned, "Edwina's-?"

"Got terrible taste in men I'm afraid." Lucy hummed.

"Violet just wants to get to know you. You're a big part of Ben's life, she just wants to be apart of yours as well." Kate said firmly. "The first time she invited me I thought I was going to pass out! But it was great, and the food's good as well"

Lucy nodded then sighed as Kate clipped the curb pulling up to Violet's house. Anxiety clawed at Sophie's stomach a little more firmly, her legs shaking just a little as she stepped out of Kate's car.

Kate breezed forward, opening the door without knocking with the confidence of someone who had done it numerous times before, tugging gently on Sophie's arm when she showed signs of loitering outside, Lucy following closely with a kind, no nonsense smile giving Sophie little chance to back out anyway.

"Violet! We're here, and I hope you've made cake because your son has driven me up the wall today!" Kate called out.

"I'm in the kitchen sweetheart! What's he done?"

Kate tugged Sophie through the house settling her down at a stool beside her in Violet Bridgerton's enormous kitchen.

"Anthony and I are going t have to get divorced Violet, I'm sorry, it's just not going to work out." Kate said gravely. Sophie felt her eyes widen, she'd been at their wedding just about three months ago and she had the impression that hey were rather ridiculously in love.

Lucy snickered giving Violet Bridgerton a one armed hug before she settled. Violet herself sighed, barely looking up from the salad she was preparing.

"Well, I'm disappointed, Kate, obviously but you've been with Anthony three years, you were bound to snap at some point darling."

Sophie watched as a smirk tugged at Kate's lips, "If he wasn't so bloody cute, I'd have kicked him out ages ago, but he looks so stupid when he has Newton in a backpack, I just can't help myself."

Violet hummed for a moment and then turned her attention to Sophie who felt herself blanche.

"Sophie, sweetheart, it's good to see you. How's work?"

Sophie startled at the change in conversation, nerves swirling around her. This was one of the reason's she was so nervous in the first place, she wasn't like Kate who was beautiful and strong and had a career, or Lucy who was always so perfect and proper, and worked so hard. She was just an assistant chef.

"It's good, I just... learned some new skills for seafood actually."

Violet's eyes lit up as though this were the most interesting thing she'd ever heard, smiling kindly, and Sophie wondered why she'd ever been worried at all, when she left ladened with left overs.

And in two years she herself marched through Violet's front door with a sharp,

"If Benedict says one more time he wants our first dance to be to The Thong Song the wedding is off Violet I mean it!"

#bridgerton and sons au #the bridgerton wives club #kate sheffield #kathony #sophie beckett #benophie #lucy abernathy #lucy x gregory #violet bridgerton #molly's asks and answers

[moonyswriting]

Pride

Happy Pride Month everyone! Whether you queer or questioning, closeted or out, I am so proud of you, you are valid and perfect! Remember that you never have to come out if you don’t want to. You’re not lying to anyone if you don’t. You don’t owe them to come out. Only do it if you want to. Also remember that labels can stay forever or can change and both is perfectly normal. You're fantastic the way you are. <3

So, I managed to write a pride fic for the first day of pride month! yay me. I hope you like it :)

Thank you for the idea @moonofthenight

Characters by @lumosinlove

When Pascal came into their living room it had never looked more colourful, but it had also not looked this messy in a long time. There was tape on all four sides of the table, paper and little paper cut outs all over the floor and in the middle of everything, all his four children, looking like deer in the headlights.

“What happened?”, he asked slowly. There would be a reasonable explanation for all of this, he was sure. Celeste had probably helped and they would clean everything back up in no time, leaving no trace of a mess before the team came over for dinner tonight.

Adele shuffled over looking at the floor. “Um,” she stared before glazing back at her siblings, who nodded at her encouragingly. “So, we decided to make some things for the others. You know, since you’re having that Pride Party tonight? We thought we’d make little gifts for the team.”

Oh, Pascal’s heart was already a puddle. “You-”, he stared, but couldn’t continue. He had questioned a lot if he should have raised his children differently, more open to the rainbow or attractions and genders (or lack thereof) that was out there, but this made him feel like he and Celeste had at least done some things right.

Pascal only realised he hadn’t properly said anything yet when Katie rushed towards him, hugging his hip. “Please don’t be mad. I promise, we’ll clean it all up. Mama said she’d help us!”, the big eyes of his youngest daughter stared up at him, guilty, but hopeful.

“I’m not mad, mon chou.”, picking her up, he turned towards the other three, still standing in front of him. “Not at any of you. This is an incredible idea! The team will love them. Thank you so much, it’s really thoughtful.” Leaning down, he placed a kiss on each of his childrens’ foreheads, including Katie’s before setting her down to get back to the others. Celeste walked through the door the next moment, flowers of all colours in her hand.

“You found our little pride squad then?”she asked, walking past him and into the kitchen, probably to cut off the ends of the stems. “Don’t worry, I’ll help them clean up and we’ll be done before any of your teammates even leave their houses.”

His wife knew him too well. He hated when other people visited them and their house was messy. Of course there had been times where he couldn’t really keep it clean with four toddlers running around, but he still always tried and his family knew that and helped him. It wasn’t really that it bothered him that visitors could see that they were possibly not clean people, it was just the principle. He thought it should that they were prepared and anticipated someone’s visit. He never wanted them to think it was a bad time to visit because he would eventually excuse the mess. He always wanted everyone to feel welcome.

And that’s what tonight would be about. Making his team feel always welcomed and loved and accepted.

Celeste returned back to their dining room without the flowers, kissing Pacal’s cheek and then turning towards their children. “Did you show him what you made already?” they shook their heads but quickly climbed up onto chairs and sorted through the things they had made. “They’re all really cute, I already saw some of them.” Celeste whispered giddily into his ear, as excitement bloomed in his chest and they walked over to look at the crafts.

“Here!” Katie waved a piece of paper in the air and Pascal walked around the table to look at what she had made. SHe beamed up at him as she explained, “This is for Tremzy! And Harzy and Knutty! It’s a card and I drew Lo, Leo and Finn on the front, see!” The man took the card in his hands. There were three stick figures on it, the smallest with brown hair, the next one with bright red hair and the last, taller than the other with yellow hair. In the back there were blue, red and black dots. “Why did you use those colours, ma petite?” He did have an idea, but with the many coloured pens on the table it could have just been a coincidence.

He could see Katie look over to Adele and Marc, before her eyes met his again. “Del and Marc said that those are the colours when you have more than one love and Logan has Finn and Leo, so they said I should use those. They look good together right?” Pascal could see that he wasn’t the only one close to tears after glazing over at Celeste smiling brightly. “Yes, Katie, it looks beautiful. Lo, Leo and Finn will love it! Adele, Marc, thank you for helping your sister. I know that this will mean a lot to Logan.” then as if he couldn’t help but to add, “I’m also very proud of you for looking up pride flag colours. I’m really happy you're informing yourself about these topics. They’re important.”

They all smiled at him. Pascal went over to Louis next. “I made two! This one is a card for Olli and Del and Marc also helped me with colours, so it's black, grey, white and this really nice purple that Katie gave me. It didn’t really match the photo, but I liked it better than the really dark one. Do you think he’ll mind?” The fact that his youngest son actually looked concerned staring down at his work had a tear spilling over. He let out a wet chuckle. “Non, je pense qu’il va l'adorer, c’est parfait. For who is the green one?” Louis pulled it out from under his other one and now Pascal could see it was not just green. There were black, grey, white and purple stripes on it too. “It’s for Reg! See, it’s got these stripes and then I drew this heart above it, cause even though he doesn’t want a boyfriend like Siri, he still gets all the love he needs from me and Siri and you and Re and the rest of the team!” Celeste came over and placed a kiss on his cheek, “He loves you too, mon lapinou. They look amazing.”

He walked over to his older son, he didn’t know if he could be any prouder of them. “ I made one for Kasey, Nat and Alex.” Marc stated as he handed his father one of the cards he had made. There were three heads on it, one with long blond hair and hoop earrings, one with light brown hair to the shoulders and one with dark red hair, freckles filling up more of his face than the light pink his son had used for all their skin tones. Pascal was about to compliment it, when Marc gave him another one. “This one is for Nado and Kuny. I made it full of hearts in pan and bi colours, because you mentioned that once and I really hope it’s right.” before Pascal could even think his next thought a stack of cards was placed in his hands. “And then for some of then we didn’t know, but we didn’t want them to feel left out or asume, so I made some rainbow ones for Pots, Talker, Sergei, Timmers, Cookie, Bluey, Ringer, Volley, Wrangler, Sunny and Foxy.”

Pascal was a bit shaken, not only that his son even remembered everyone of his teammates, without missing a single one, but at him having crafted every single one of them a rainbow card. “They will all love them, I’m sure. They look incredible.”

He saw Adele look down at her cards and moving them slightly out of view. Frowning, he walked over to her, “Did you also make something, ma colombe?” She nodded, pulling out one of her cards and holding it up for him to see. It was beautiful. She had glued blue magazine cut outs on the top of the cards, which got lighter til they reached a white in the middle and to green ones at the bottom. Over it there was a heart which read “Some hockey players marry their PT, get over it” He didn’t know how she had thought of that, but it was true and funny and so Adele, Pascal had no choice but to love it.

“These are all perfect. Thank you so, so much for making them, they’ll all love them I’m sure. We can tell them to all sit down in the living room so you can give them their cards later, sounds good?” They all nodded, seemingly happy with the idea. “Now let’s clean up before they come here and don’t recognize the place, eh?” All of them nodded as they got up, Celeste telling them where to start and how to clean it.

Pascal moved to the kitchen with the tray of now empty glasses Celeste had no doubt gotten them earlier, when he heard something behind him. Once he had carefully placed down everything he turned around to see Adele standing in the kitchen, arms behind her back. He waited for her to speak for only a moment until she did. “So, you saw that we made cards for everyone, because they’re all great and we should let them know we love and support them, right?” Pascal nodded, letting her continue, “But there’s one more card I made,” Pascal had counted before, his children hadn’t forgotten a single one of his teammates, he had no clue what that last card could be for. “because it’s important that they know they’re loved right?” she continued, “that’s a really important part of all of this. So,” she slowly pulled out a card from behind her back, “this one is for exactly that. Just because someone’s not queer or questioning, doesn’t mean they’re not important this month. It’s not the main focus of it, of course, but having allies is a big part of being able to be proud of who they are for some people. I wanted to thank you for that. I could have gotten some homophobic dad like some of my classmates, but I’m really, really glad I got you.”

She handed him the card she had made, similar to the collage of magazines but in black and white stripes with a rainbow A covering it. He couldn’t help the wetness that gathered in his eyes again. And here he had thought the emotional stuff wouldn’t be until the team arrived. He walked forward and hugged his oldest daughter. “Thank you so, so much,” he whispered, since he didn’t trust himself with anything else to come out anywhere close to evenly, “Thank you, ma petite. I am so proud to have you as my daughter. You’re the best children I could have ever asked for.”

#thirty fourth fic #1.8k words #<2k words #written by meee #lumosinlove #katie dumais #adele dumais #marc dumais #louis dumais #celeste dumais #gay pride #aromantic pride #asexual pride #pansexual pride #bisexual pride #polyarmorous pride #polyamory #pride #proud dad #pride dinner #cards #crafts #queer ally #coops mention #o'darwin mention #o'knutzy mention #nuny mention