#im so sorry for making you through reading all that

[sangunary]

- Inlove With Another You?

Batboys × Civilian reader!

SYPNOSIS: Rejection and confession at the same time after they tried to confess to you as their hero persona.

* Generic Fluff. * Short scenario. * during Robin era.

- Dick Grayson.

"No"

You told him, pushing him back like you were disgusted at his presence alone. Dick was beyond shocked.

He's been trying relentless at courting you both hero and as Grayson at school.

Does he care that Bruce is not happy about this? Yes, absolutely. But he's a big boy who just fell too hard for another. You can't blame the victim.

Bruce just doesn't understand the feelings racing through his veins whenever he saw you. He's too old to understand young love or puppy love.

The possibility of someone else slipping between you and him during his time as Robin was a high possibility.

That is why he took the oath of loving you as WonderBoy and Grayson, you deserve both of him.

Bruce could never understand the overthinking and bad feelings when his lovers ( not yet ) is out there by themselves... And not because he watched too much drama with someone.

To be honest, barbara loves torturing him by forcing him to watch them and the plot is about the girl falling for another because the boy is too busy- scary as hell.

Tonight he tried to kiss you, thinking you would too without hesitation... He was Robin afterall and every girl in Gotham drools over Robin.

Or he thought...

After saving you from a vicious dog, he took you to the rooftop where the star's were shining brightly, the moon visible.

His hand's on your waist, although he was nervous and his hands trembles abit he tried to be tough. That is what girls like.

Yet you pushed him when he was leaning near you, ready to kiss you under the shimmering moonlight stars decorating the sky.

"oh... sorry, i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable"

He apologized immediately to save himself. This was embarassing, he have been reading your signal wrong this whole time.

"I like someone else"

That hurt even more... This is exactly why he needs to be glued onto you, but it's too late to do that now...

"Who...?"

He was curious, who exactly is the guy that got you before he could?

"Dick Grayson"

Oh boy, he's ready to give any offering to your parents for your hands... They want his soul, money, body, sell his organs? yeah... sure as long as he gets to hear your dumb confession again.

His face flush and his smile almost reaching his face, you... like him. Guess being near you as much as possible is indeed the correct method of courting.

You didn't even kiss the WonderBoy because you love the actual him and not because of the mask... It's taking everything in him to not just reveal himself and kiss you.

You better bet he kissed you the moment he saw you as Grayson, doesn't matter who is present at the moment, your parents or even Bruce... No one is stopping him from taking your lips.

- Jason Todd.

"Im sorry"

The moment he heard your word his world crumble, he knew he couldn't have everything he wanted or need in lofe but you? You weren't a want you were a need and he couldn't see why the universe hated him so much for you to reject him so bluntly.

He thought you liked him, that was literally why he went through all the trouble of impressing you tonight.

Stealing Bruce wallet since he already spent plenty using his allowance. He booked a special show for you, fireworks and food and even a bouquet since girl's love them!

He was too naive and he rushed the whole process since he had a gut feeling that you might fall for another if he act too slow.

Suddenly the world was gloomy again, the cold air hitting his uncovered legs, the lingering smell of garbage, the one sided love story he was starring at hitting him all at once

He felt like he was back on the street with nothing, but now he had everything but you which was the same as nothing.

He wanted to cry but he couldn't not infront of you. He thought you liked him, you and him were friends from school and whenever he turn his head to admire you, you already beat him at it.

Hell, you kissed his cheek! Was it all platonic? Was the holding hands, telling secrets, the jealousy and all those supposed teenag love all just a stupid misinterpretation?

"I like Jason Todd, he's the one I want"

Inorder to make it less awkward you mentioned the guy you liked, him. Unbeknownst to you.

Jason heart was suddenly pumping with at an abnormal beat. He completely forgot that he was ROBIN and not JASON at the moment...

All the depressing thoughts exit his mind as he just stared at your lips... He had- He is the chance... You actually liked him. Hearing you say it makes everything more difficult to process.

Yes, he was somewhat confident that you like him but... Hearing you confirm his dream wasn't the same as him telling himself that even if it's the truth.

The fireworks went off which forced his attention to shift from you to the colours adoring the night sky. Atleast you weren't aware that he was the one who booked it, it would have been more awkward and he wouldn't be able to forget it even if he get to marry you at the end.

Yet the light of colours couldn't captivate him as much as you did. He looked at you as the colours highlight your entire self, absorbed in the sudden burst of Colors in the sky.

"I understand..."

He didn't say much, he doesn't want or need to. Everything was failing successfully. Although his heart ache knowing he stole money for no reason, you didn't enjoy it that much. It's hard to when the hero you rejected is literally by your side.

He didn't even wait for the moon to vanish, sneek out of the manor and went to your house. Breaking in was something he was good with and luck him your window was opened.

He kissed you that night, not as Robin but as himself, under the dimly lit room holding onto you like life itself.

- Tim Drake.

"I don't like you"

Tim couldn't focus on anything, not even how you were refusing to look at him. He could only feel his heart breaking inside his rib and embarrassment flooded it's way into his system.

He stood there as his hand went to his hair to push it back from blocking his view. Pressing his lips together, as he took a big breath.

You sounded so sure. Well you were but how could he be so stupid...? It took him two years to come to this conclusion of confessing.

With the help of Stephanie he planned this moment. He made sure it was perfect and just how you'd wanted it.

Yet, the problem was that you didn't even reciprocate his feelings back from the start.

He had taken you to the highest building in the city that had this extremely detailed carved gargoyles on it. Which might nor be romantic for most but it was the details that matter.

He met you because of a gargoyle, one carved resently and was bought by Bruce. Fortunately you broke it and the craftsman dragged you to Bruce to apologise and pay for it.

The moment he saw you something felt odd. Yes, you were in tears because you broke a billionaire statue... But you looked so- He can't explain what he felt then it was too complicated.

That was the begging of your friendship with Tim. Ever since the feeling of love grew into something bigger than he anticipated.

"Why?"

He asked, he was afraid of the answer yet he desperately needs to know what he did wrong. Why wouldn't you want him as much as he did?

He was so sure of himself that you loved him dearly maybe not as much as he did but it was there! He spent every hour making sure it was! What did he calculate so wrong? Was he so bewitched by you that his rational mind left and vapourised into delusion?

But, he couldn't think of any other big misinterpretation in his life to connect to this. He was smart, found out batman true identity and claim the title of Robin without anyone help...

Yet he couldn't understand what love was like? This wasn't your fault, it's his for viewing every detail with so much attention in hopes of you reciprocating his feelings that he convinced himself you did as well.

" I like someone else... "

He stood there as his blood drain from his brain, surely dying was better than seeing you smile at another guy just as he did with you.

God... If he can't have you what's the point. Yes he knew teenage love rarely ends well but he was sure that he wouldn't be able to fall in love with another anymore.

" I like Tim Drake "

The moment you told him suddenly all the blood rush back to his brain and as well as his face. So, he wasn't wrong... He knew it! Afterall he took 2 years to make sure that you like him back. Never doubted himself.

Next time the two of you met it was at the same place as where he tried his luck as Robin. But this time he finally got to call you his as an end result.

He kinda blame himself for confessing as Robin and not as the Tim you knew... Atleast he get's to kiss you against the gargoyle.

- Damian Wayne.

"I can't accept"

Damian stood there as he stared straight into your eyes sending chills down your spine. You wanted to look away but you were to scared to even act upon it.

He had accidentally said the word after he thought you died, but turns out the world just wanted to see him being humiliated as he saw you standing beside him shock.

He scoff not at you, he wasn't mad at you for having a basic opinion towards someone... He was mad at himself for being vulnerable enough to even utter it out loud.

You were from school and the only person who managed to be his 'friend' tho he usually refers to you as something else.

He hated you deeply for planting his mind with yourself and taunting him relentlessly as time past. Yet he wasn't very willing to let you go, he rather have you at arm's reach. He just wanted it gone without hurting you.

He's read enough manga to realise the feeling and he absolutely despite himself for falling for a plain girl like you. Although you being friends meant you weren't exactly normal...

Ignoring it only made it worse. He would sometimes end up sketching you without realising it, staring deeply at your face which from your point looks like he's judging you severely and the fact that he always saved you first amongst other.

Which he always ended up being teased for. Afterall he was the one who picked you up and took you to the safety zone while completely ignoring the mayor... In his defence there can always be another mayor but you on the other hand can never be replaced.

" I like someone else "

You utter out, not knowing what to even say to him. He was Robin afterall and the most intimidating one... And you rejected him straight to his face, you got some guts to even continue your speech.

Damian on the other hand felt a pang in his heart. Right, another person always intervene and stopped the second lead from ever having their chance... He hated love traingle even more now...

Whomever you fell for better be some kind of deity or he'll absolutely- He needs to control his mind. Although he appears to be unaffected outside he was having a whole monologue enough to create a romantic manga.

He just wish he's never met you at all and yet at the same time he was happy with the presence you have provided in his life, even if it meant breaking his own rules and the method he was taught at a young age.

" I like Damian Wayne! "

It seems his stare alone could made you completely loose control of your mouth, you're just making it worse...

Damian eyes widen abit, not enough to be noticed by you. Stupid you, why didn't you say so... Why did you have to be so stupid and make him feel like he actually got a chance to be happy?

Yet he did everything to make sure he didn't suddenly remove his domino and grab your face and kiss you, later he would cuss you out for speaking too much and little at the same time.

His demeanor change to something more comfortable, maybe falling for an idiot wasn't so bad when they can't even control themselves.

He thought he'd end up with someone as smart as him but guess that wouldn't be the greatest balance... His intelligence can compensate for all that you lack.

" I see "

He left without another word, you were obviously scared of him and that wasn't the best feeling. He understood tho, he wouldn't be comfortable around someone he rejected especially when they dress like a night freak.

The next day he saw you at school set your favourite drink on your table while still with that face of his.

" Learn to adapt under pressure, you'll go nowhere if not "

He didn't confess outright, there was plenty of time and his mind is set at being with you now. He just want to express his feelings more before he gets to call you his.

[starsswirl]

I have a boyfriend!

clark kent (2025) x reader

summary: even when the most super man saves you, you can’t help but run to find your boyfriend who you love so much

warnings: none that i can think of…guilty thoughts maybe?

a/n: first fic posted….kinda nervous. i hope you guys like it! i did not proof read so deeply so if things are every where im sorry.

It was a day like any other…except it really was not in all honesty. You do not really know how to put it but for some reason the entire day has felt kind of off.

From the moment you woke up to writing your usual article for the Daily Planet to even lunch with Clark, you could not shake the feeling that today was different.

Oh Clark.

Maybe it was a 6th sense of his or something, but he always seems to know exactly what it takes to make you feel better.

Up too late last night for no good reason? He puts a cup of coffee on your desk the first minute you even walk through the Daily Planet doors. Always perfectly made.

While he also brings coffee for other people in the bullpen, yours is specially made. You have chalked it up to be that he’s really observant to you specifically. You do not even have to tell him how you felt like drinking your coffee each day, his 6th sense already knows.

Hot and from the pot. Iced with enough creamer and sugar to get just the right mix of sweet and bitter. Caramel. Vanilla. A dash of cinnamon.

He even once brought a frappuccino on those weird days where you craved something out of the ordinary. Oddly enough the nearest coffee shop that sells frappes is 5 blocks down.

Nonetheless, you still savored the drink and told yourself to give Clark a big hug the next time you got a chance.

Today is another one of those ‘out of the ordinary’ days. For some reason you craved tea. Iced tea. Raspberry iced tea if you were going to go into the specifics.

Which brings us to now.

You currently waiting on Clark to bring lunch. Staring at your computer as if the paragraphs for your article would magically appear, instead of having to use your brain to actually put words and sentences together.

Over time, you cannot remember exactly how it started, you both officially unofficially deemed Fridays to be deli days. One of you, or both if you guys had the time, would get sandwiches and chips from the deli down the block to eat together for lunch.

Soon enough Clark comes through the door and walks over to your desk, careful not to trip or bump into people as he quickens his pace.

You are happy to his usual charming smile and messy hair. Your stomach is happy to see the paper bag in his arms full of food. You catch a small glimpse of something in his hand but it couldn’t be what you think it is. Could it?

Oh but it is. His 6th sense is at it again!

“I felt like you could use a small pick me up, so I got this for you. I remember you said that you liked raspberry iced teas, hopefully I remembered correctly,” Clark says hopeful as he sets the drink down carefully on the coaster of your desk.

He is just mindful like that.

“Oh you definitely did. Thank you so much, Clark,” you beam back at him before quickly taking a sip of the tea, letting it refresh your body and mind.

He slides a chair over and sets out the food. We eat together for a moment before curiosity rears its head. You can’t help but ask.

“How do you always know what I want to drink?”

“I just know you,” he says as if the answer made all the sense in the world.

“Know me? It’s like you read my mind somehow. I know you and sometimes I still forget little things.”

Clark lets out a small grin at the corners of his mouth while taking a sip of his water.

“Don’t sweat it, love. You can’t help it if you have the memory of an elderly person. But I still want to be with you just the same.”

“Was that an insult or a compliment?” you ask furrowing my eyebrows.

“Both. But you know how I have a soft spot for sweet old ladies so it’s more of a compliment anyways.”

“You confuse me sometimes,” you say chuckling while shaking your head.

Clark, seemingly at the sight of your laughter, breaks out into a smile of his own.

A moment passes and you both go back to eating in comfortable silence.

Another reason why you love Clark so much, he understands that you do not have to fill every quiet moment with words or noise.

You are happy that you can just exist side by side without feeling the need to fill the time with activities or mundane talk about the weather.

You are especially happy he understands that whenever you’re sick or feeling down, that sometimes you just need quiet to feel better.

You were cut off from you thoughts when you hear Clark clearing his throat next to me.

“So, love…do you maybe wanna come over after work to watch movies and eat a butt load of popcorn together?”

He asks hesitantly, it was as if he was asking you on a first date, but his hesitancy just makes you admire him more.

You’ve been on countless dates with and have even been officially together for 5 months now. There really was no reason for him to be nervous, but you still love that he does.

“Definitely. But I get to choose the movie this time okay? The last one you chose left me with a small existential crisis once it ended.”

“Yeah yeah. Of course, love. I will even made the popcorn exactly the way you like it,” Clark says with a certain nod.

“You do that anyways, Clark. Don’t try to fool me.”

He presses a quick, warm kiss to your cheek and pulls back smiling. You can’t help the bashful blush filling your cheeks, but you can help the condiment residue on your cheek he left from his sandwich by wiping it off.

“Eww, sloppy kisses do not mean they have to actually be sloppy.”

Time passes and the sun has just set below the horizon. There is still light in the sky but it’s dwindling by the minute.

Clark has made it clear that he does not like it when you go out in the city alone at night, fretting something bad would happen and he won’t be able to protect you.

Clark: I’m out of popcorn so I’m at the store to get some more. I should be back by the time you get here. Be careful, okay?

You were in the middle of texting him ‘I’ll be just fine’ before a big explosion erupts from behind. Debris sprinkle down around like snow as you turn around to see a giant, robust alien lying in a crater shaped hole in the road.

At first you couldn’t believe your eyes. It looked almost like a pufferfish and a frog made a giant baby. For some reason, whether it be reflexes or just not thinking clearly, you stay in place observing the alien creature 50 feet away.

With only the street lights and window light to help see, you couldn’t get a good enough look to grasp what the alien might want or what its intentions are.

It’s as if other people around are going through the same effect as they are stopped in their place to watch the creature writhe in its spot.

Maybe the alien has some sort of hypnosis powers to draw other life forms closer. Closer for what? You don’t know. But you don’t care at this point because you cannot even think clearly. Your mind is only telling yourself to get closer.

Suddenly out of nowhere, the alien begins inhaling. It is not the kind of soft, natural inhale that most creatures on earth do. It’s powerful. It’s as if it was a giant vacuum sucking everything in the aliens vicinity.

It starts with small debris, as if a big gust of wind supposedly carried the scraps of trash or fallen leaves into the aliens mouth. But then bigger things begin to get inhaled.

People cry out as they get pulled closer and closer to the mouth of the alien. Mere human strength cannot win against the sheer force of the air.

It’s as if a snap happened and you were knocked out of your hypnosis like everybody else. You were instantly put in fight or flight reflex mode.

You chose flight….obviously.

But when you chose that option, you didn’t mean to literally fly. Your legs are running but when you glance down at the ground the pavement is moving the wrong way.

This is why you’ve felt off the entire day. The universe was sending you a premonition that something big and different would happen. Except when you thought of big and different, you thought maybe one of your articles would finally be approved by Perry to go on the front page.

You did not think of a literally big alien that is different from anything you have ever seen before. Then it hits you.

You are getting swept away into the mouth of a stupid alien! Fear courses through you as you scream for help. You weren’t supposed to be here. You weren’t supposed to be 10 feet away from your imminent death. You were supposed to be at an apartment blocks away from here in the comforting arms of your boyfriend, watching a movie that makes you both laugh.

You close your eyes and brace yourself until

*Thud*

You were back on the ground. Fallen face first onto the pavement. Albeit the fall was 3 feet from the ground at most, so you maybe got a small bruise or scratch. Most likely got a little dirty so no pain was caused, only confusion.

You sit up to see a giant boulder in the aliens mouth preventing any more vacuum forced wind and a flying Superman above the alien.

Superman seems focused, mentally going through the right thing to do with the alien. This is until his eyes flicker to you just for a moment and you could almost swear they softened just for a second.

You don’t allow yourself to brew on that moment for too long before you watch Hawkgirl, Green Lantern, and Metamorpho carry away the alien to observe it and what not.

“Do you need help miss?”

The powerful voice booms above you as you look up and see an outstretched hand offered to you. The hand it belongs to is none other than Superman.

He flashes a warm smile and you almost just almost get lost in it until you check back into reality.

“Oh no. I’m fine,” you say as you take his hand.

Superman helps you up in one swift motion throwing you off guard for just a moment before you steady yourself back on your legs. Accessing the state of your injuries, or the lack thereof anything significant, Superman keeps a firm grip on your waist as his eyes scan over every little detail of you.

He is close. Awfully close. Close enough to feel the deep exhales from his lungs on your face. Close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of him like you’ve just came inside from playing in the snow and he’s a warm fireplace. Close enough to want him to wrap his big strong arms around you and protect you from the dark world.

As if a 6th sense, Superman softly rubs his thumb in circles to soothe you. Beginning to think of how it was a nice coincidence he knew exactly what would make you feel better, you remember someone else who has that perfect 6th sense too.

Clark!

You quickly snap yourself out of the comforting trance of Superman’s presence. Guilt silently eats at you from the inside How could you even think of being in the arms of someone else when you felt you already had the most perfect boyfriend?

Eagerly you pull his hands off of your body and put quite a few feet of space between you two. You had to get to Clark.

Superman’s face twists into something unreadable with the added distance. His hands hold out for just a moment as if he was so close to pulling you back within his reach. His expression seems to falter for just a second. Was it sadness? Longing? Rejection even?

You do not let yourself ponder over it for too long before you squeak out.

“Thanks for the help but I should get going!”

You internally cringe of the way you said it. Too quickly and too much as if you are trying to avoid something or rather someone.

Which you are. But Superman does not know to know that you are actively trying to get away from him. That would be just rude.

“You have a scratch. On your cheek,” Superman says almost under his breath.

“Oh! It’s okay! You should go attend to other people. I am sure they need your help more than I do.”

You turn on your feet and briskly walk away. Unfortunately, you did not get farther than possibly 10 feet before a warm hand interlocks with yours.

“Everybody else is already taken care of. Please let me take care of you.”

Your heart beats faster at the thought of Superman doting on you. The Superman wanting to tend to your injuries? That is practically everybody’s dream come true.

But you quickly push those thoughts away. Clark is who you should be thinking about right now. He is probably worried sick, wondering what is taking me so long to get to his apartment.

The picture of his anxious face is enough to push you to get to his apartment as fast as you can. To kiss away the frown in his face and tell him you are alright. That is what you want most out of everything else in the world.

“I have a boyfriend!”

Your sudden blurt of declaration has Superman’s grip waver for just a moment. And a moment is all you need really to tear your hand free.

Then you book it. Running as fast as you can away from him and to Clark.

It takes you one whole second to remember you, a regular human, is running away from a meta human. A meta human who can fly and move faster than anything you have ever seen before.

You wait for the inevitable stop again, to be held up by a blue flash infront of your eyes. But it never happens. With a quick turn of your head you see him in the exact same spot where you left him.

He does not look like he has any intention of going after me. He does not even look too upset or rejected that you began running. Maybe even a small look of pride.

Superman is respectful towards taken women. Good to know. Not surprising really based on everything else he stands for, but it is still nice to be reassured about it.

Even with the knowledge that nobody is running after you, you do not slow your steps in the slightest. The urge and anticipation to see your boyfriend is too high to tire you out.

You almost even run into the door from the momentum you were running down his apartment hallway. Stopping yourself just in time to knock on his door and speak between big breaths of air.

“Clark!..Are you in there?..It’s me….You will never guess what just happened to me!”

With an ear to the door you try to hear for any movement inside. Nothing. Maybe he did not hear you at first. So you knocked again.

“Clark!”

Right before you could yell out something along the lines of ‘you better not be asleep,’ the door swings open and your beautiful boyfriend is there in all his nerdy glory.

The biggest smile over takes you as you instinctively jump into his arms. Lips pressing everywhere you can reach. He catches you as if you weigh no heavier than a balloon but holds you as if he just came back from war and this is the first time seeing each other in years.

Forget Superman. Why would you want a guy who focuses on the entire world when you have someone right here just for you?

“I missed you sooo much, Clark”

“What brought this? Not that I did not miss you too because I did. But you usually aren’t this affectionate. Not that I am complaining either,” Clark chuckles out between your kisses as he carries you over to the couch.

He leaves for a moment before sitting down and softly placing a bandaid on your cheek. A soft kiss laid on the bandage before he pulls you in his lap, keeping you comfortable on top of him. He makes no effort to pull you away, his arms tighten around you as if he just can’t get close enough.

You look around and notice the TV on and a bowl of popcorn perfectly popped ready just for us. Beside the bowl are two steaming cups of hot chocolate with just the perfect amount of marshmallows on top.

Hot chocolate never even grazed your mind, but seeing the cups there in all their glory makes your mouth water. He just knows how to make a night perfect. Your heart warms because it is truly times like these where you appreciate your boyfriend the most.

Clark’s 6th sense strikes once as he lays a blanket over you, perfectly cocooning you two together in warmth and love. Oh how you love his 6th sense that makes you feel so special and seen. Oh how you love Clark so much.

Turning around, your back is pressed against his front and he tucks his chin on your shoulder.

“What do you want to watch tonight, love?”

You put on a comfort movie of yours. Every now and then throughout the movie you glance up to see Clark paying deep attention to the movie as if he is really wanting to enjoy something you enjoy too.

It is what he always does anyways. He takes everything that makes you, you and memorizes it to heart. You cannot imagine someone who knows you better than him. You don’t even know yourself better than him sometimes.

And you would not change it or replace him for anything else in the world. No, the universe. There is truly nothing better than a close encounter with death and Superman to help you cherish what you have right infront of you.

Clark. Your Clark.

“I love you,” you utter, gazing into his eyes.

“I love you too. So so much.”

Lips connect. Soft and sweet and reverent. Like every thing else about Clark. In the way he holds you like you are the most valuable thing in the world. In the way he looks at you as if you are the literal sun. In the way he loves you like nothing you have ever seen or read about before.

And in that moment you know deep in your heart that this is where you belong. Whether tragedy strikes or the greatest wonder happens.

Clark is where you are supposed to be.

[heldbybarnes]

can you write a moment where bucky realizes he’s in love but it’s like... completely quiet? like he’s watching them laugh in the sunlight or put on chapstick and he’s just like. oh. oh fuck.

THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR LIKE TWO WEEKS....IM SO SORRY😬🤦🏻‍♀️

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Bucky doesn’t realize he’s in love the way people always talk about. There’s no swell of music, no cinematic moment where everything snaps into place. No kiss that rearranges his world or speechless, thunderstruck silence in the middle of a fight.

No, it happens on a Tuesday.

The kind of Tuesday that hums with softness—sunlight streaming through the windows, warm tea forgotten on the arm of the couch, you curled up in a sweatshirt and mismatched socks with your legs tucked under you. You’re talking about something—maybe your friend’s dog who hates wearing raincoats—and your hands are moving with the words, animated, familiar, yours.

You don’t even look up when you do it—just pop the cap off a tube of cherry chapstick and swipe it across your mouth like it’s nothing. Your top lip catches a little on the first swipe, and you scrunch your nose and try again. Bucky’s seen you do it a dozen times before.

But this time, something shifts.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe.

There’s no bolt of lightning. No realization crashing into him like a train.

Just… oh. Oh.

It lands in him quietly. Fully.

He’s in love with you.

The weight of it doesn’t scare him. It doesn’t sit heavy on his chest or claw at the corners of his mind. It’s warm, soft-edged, something that feels like it was always there—he just hadn’t turned the right way to see it. Like catching a familiar scent in the breeze or suddenly remembering the lyrics to a song you didn’t know you knew.

You’re still talking, still oblivious to the way the whole world has just tilted under his feet. And Bucky? He’s just watching you—watching the way your lips move, how the light catches in your hair, the laugh that slips out when you remember a detail and can’t quite stop yourself from smiling.

He thinks: I love you.

Not in a loud way. Not in a panic.

It’s quieter than that. Like the air in his lungs. Like breathing.

You glance over and catch his stare, eyebrows lifting just slightly as you smile around your words. “What?”

“Nothing,” he says, shaking his head as something unfamiliar curls inside his chest.

“You’re staring,” you tease.

“Maybe I like the view.”

You roll your eyes, mutter something about him being a sap, and return to your phone. But there’s color in your cheeks now, and Bucky knows you felt it too—that tiny, unspoken thing that passed between you.

Later, when you move into the kitchen to make soup, you insist he sit down because he “cuts the carrots wrong” and uses “the entirely wrong spoon” to stir. He pretends to be offended, but he does as he’s told, sliding onto the stool at the kitchen island with a small, amused huff.

He watches you hum as you work, dancing in your socks between the stove and the sink, tapping the lid of the spice jar against your palm with practiced rhythm. Your sweatshirt is slipping off one shoulder, and your hair is pulled back in a lopsided ponytail, and you’re focused, completely absorbed in whether the broth needs more thyme. You look beautiful.

And it hits him all over again.

He doesn’t know how to say it. Doesn’t know how to explain that the reason he can breathe again has something to do with the way you stir soup like it’s sacred, the way you hum off-key without even realizing, the way you smell like home.

You notice his gaze again and turn with a spoonful of broth held out toward him. “Taste this. Tell me if it needs more salt.”

He leans in and tries it, even though it’s perfect—because of course it is. And then, when you’re looking at him with that soft, squinty-eyed smile and asking what’s gotten into him today, he wants so badly to tell you.

“I just like watchin’ you,” he murmurs.

Your head tilts like you’re trying to read more from his face. “Are you dying?”

“Not yet.”

“You sure?”

He just smiles.

That night, you get ready for bed together like you always do. Brush your teeth side by side, bump hips at the sink, laugh through foamy mouths when he spits before you. He peeks at you in the mirror while you pull your hair up, the chapstick still tucked in your pajama pocket, your eyes already sleepy-soft.

You slip into bed with him, your cold feet tangling with his warm ones under the covers, your hand automatically settling on his chest. You hum a sigh against him, murmuring something about needing to do laundry tomorrow. He wraps his arm around your back and pulls you closer.

He lies awake for a while after you’ve fallen asleep, heart strangely steady. The moonlight catches the shape of your cheek, and he watches you breathe—peaceful, sure, here. And he thinks that if this is what peace feels like, if this is what love really is, then he understands now why people wait for it.

He doesn’t say it aloud. Not yet. It’s still blooming in his chest, still learning its shape.

But it’s there. Quiet and undeniable.

He’ll say it soon, when the words aren’t so heavy in his throat. When he knows how to hand them to you gently, without dropping them all at once. But for now, it’s enough to know.

Enough to feel it in the stillness. In the sunlight on your face. In the curve of your lip as you hum to yourself over a pot of soup.

It’s enough just to love you like this—like breathing.

[ilysungho]

me and only me, and no one else but me…

a/n: this scenario got me tweaking lowkey. send help. i gotta say… this is one of my favs i’ve written for him 😭 ALSO LOLLA WAS SO FREAKING GOOD IM GONNA REWATCH ON HULU I LOVE U BONEKDO

·˚ ༘ ✎ . . . ୨ mini ୧ contains: brat tamer dom!sungho x brat(ish) sub!reader, establish relationship (bf/gf), fingering, overstimulation implied, slight degradation, asphyxiation/breath play, maybe dumbification, lmk if i missed anything <3

it all started with a gathering with his friends. sungho called them over and you helped him out, per usual. and like always, you did things to piss him off during it. of course he had to teach you a lesson.

so now you’re sat in between his legs on the floor, your boyfriend fingering you as he makes you watch yourself at the mirror. he’s pouting at you, but you know it’s not because he is sorry, but because he wants you feel sorry.

“you can’t take it baby? no no, you will. you were begging for it earlier right? couldn’t keep your pretty hands to yourself between all the guys, had to bend over in front of them like a little slut and giggle at them, batting your mascara-ed eyelashes at them. they’re all perverts, and you know that. i’ve told you so many times. but you don’t listen to me, now do you? you just wanna play your bratty little games and then have me fix you up into a proper doll again, remind you that you belong to me and only me, and no one else but me. i’m the only one who can tame you, not anyone else. just me.”

his free hand came crawling up your skin as he spoke, reaching around your neck before he squeezed. the sensation made you let out a long, drawn out moan, his words still registering in your head and he continued on. but you couldn’t grasp anything after his pledge of being the only one for you because of him choking you until you finally have to pat his thigh like he’s told you to before (back when you had established rules in play between you guys’ sexual lives).

you motioned him to stop, gasping out that you can’t breathe, and before you could fall into unconsciousness, he lets go. quite at the right moment, like he’d been waiting for you to say it’s too much. and then you breath, his fingers that worked inside of you slipping out to rub your sensitive clit. at the jolt of what felt like an electric shock through your body from the touch, your thighs closed at the feeling, but his free hand gripped onto one of them like your body was a lifeline, grappling on for dear life to keep you hanging. as he pries apart your legs, his one leg went over the other limb he didn’t grab onto, so that he could keep you from closing up again.

“don’t close your legs.” he doesn’t have to degrade you; his voice is enough as you listen to him, whimpering a soft ‘ok’ as your nails dig into the muscle of his forearms. you had to leave a reminder that he’s yours too after all.

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    ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪. written with love. by, 𝓀𝖺𝗍𝗂. ☆

[chongoblog]

So, a little bit ago, you and the gang played through The Murder Of Sonic The Hedgehog, my most favorite game in the world. Because it's my most favorite game in the world, and I really like all of you, I became hyper fixated on the two videos you played it in, and have watched them both in their entirety countless times. At some point last year, I decided to make a transcript of all 6 hours of the play through. I'm working on it very irregularly, and obvi it doesn't take priority over anything else, which is why it's been maybe 8 months now and it still isn't halfway done. I have some questions though, about how I should go forward with it. You are very much referred to with your deadname in it, and I guess I just don't really know how comfortable you are with things like that. Like for one, im avoiding saying it, because Idk if it makes you upset to have to read it, or if you don't really care but it's just not your name anymore. So how much do you care about that sort of thing? Also, because you're referred to as that, your name in the transcript couldn't just be "Jenny" by itself, as that'd be confusing and I feel the point of a transcript is to be easy to understand. So would you prefer it to say DEADNAME (JENNY) or JENNY (DEADNAME) or did you have another idea? And I know I just said I didn't want to be confusing but I also am slightly tempted to replace all instances of your deadname with THE DESTROYER. So that's maybe an option. Ok thank u and sorry for being insane

No problem!! I think, if I were to have the choice, I’d have deadname replaced with “Jenny”. Maybe sort of like “[Jenny]” to denote that it’s not a direct quote or something.

[sighsebstan]

Mini Golf

Pairing: Clark Kent x fem!editor!reader

This one can be read as a sequel to When You’re Near me or it can be read on its own. I just love putting Clark in fluffy situations. Also as always, this is barely proofread ❤️. Anyway, enjoy!

Edit: ummmm y’all im so sorry this ends so abruptly! I wrote this on tumblr and kept it as a draft and for some reason the ending that i wrote didnt save?? and then i sent it off to the queue and i was in the mountains all afternoon and didnt check the post before i actually posted it ugghhhh so, apologies that the ending kind of just. ends.

One month ago you couldn’t even hold a conversation with Clark without woefully embarrassing yourself. Stammering, mesmerized by the handsome midwest dork who works diagonal to your desk at the daily planet. Now you were turning your bedroom into a disaster scene, ripping through your closet, trying to find something to wear for your mini golf date with that very man. There was a mountain of rejected clothes on your bed. Too baggy. Too tight. Not your color. What if you got sweaty? What if you got too cold? What if you dressed to casually? Or overdressed?

You combed through the maybes pile again for your top contenders. You landed on baggy black jeans that still hug you in the right places, a tight long sleeve top, and black boots. It’s mini golf, don’t overthink it, you thought to yourself. And honestly? You looked good when you went to examine your work in the mirror. Your phone buzzed from under Mount Fabric that currently stands tall next to you. Ah shit. You threw the rejected clothes to the side and scrambled to pick up your incessant device.

Incoming call from: Clark Daily Planet

“Hey!” You answered excitedly.

“Hey! we’re still on for tonight right?” Clark asked. His voice was like caramel to you. Familiar, sweet, and it created a warmth inside of you.

“Of course, I’ve heard some big talk from you about these alleged mini golf skills, I need to see it in action.”

“I could always coach you. I can stand behind you and guide you. But I can’t guarantee 0 sabotage.” He joked. Did he know how he sounded, though? It was unfair.

“Oh, are we admitting to premeditated foul play?” You responded.

“Am I on the record?”

“Always.”

“Then, of course not, no, never.” He teased.

“Hmmm, I’m not convinced.” You negged.

“I guess you’ll get your answer tonight then… Oh, also!- if you wanted to walk together to the place I can come to your house first and we walk over from there.”

“Yeah that’d be perfect, Clark. I’ll text you my address.”

“Great! I’ll see you soon, then. I’m really looking forward to seeing you.” His tone was sincere, it made your heart skip a beat and your stomach feel like it was backflipping off a diving board into the deep end.

“See you soon, bye!”

You were trying your best to play it cool. You had come such a long way, your anxiety no longer tore you away from conversations but you still struggled not to overthink every sentence you speak. You wish you were smooth. You wish you were confident. Tonight is the night, you vowed to yourself, that you would play the part of a more confident version of yourself. You straightened your posture and took a deep, controlled breath as you looked in the mirror to make final adjustments to your hair.

As if on cue, you heard knocking at your door to the rhythm of a classic fanfare.

“One sec!”

When you opened the door he was standing there, smiling at you like you hung the very stars that were shining tonight. He looked incredibly handsome. Hot, even. Really, really hot even. His attire was simple. White tee shirt, blue jeans, and brown shoes. But on him, no outfit looked simple.

You stared too long didn’t you? No, stop. You were confident. Tonight, at least, you were the most confident version of yourself.

“Hey,” He greeted you. “Isn’t it weird we’ve only ever seen each other in office attire until right now?”

“And… what do you think?” You questioned with a nervous giggle.

“You look amazing. Sorry, that should’ve been the first thing I told you. You look amazing.”

“You look pretty great, too.” You responded with a confident but playful lilt as you looked over your shoulder while you worked to lock your door.

You put your key in your bag and moved closer to Clark. “Lead the way, Mr. kent.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He flashed his classic dimpled smile at you and stuck out his arm slightly. You accepted the invitation for contact and wrapped your arm around his and used your other hand to lightly grip his forearm. You took note of the fact that he situated himself to be between you and the road. You also took note of his cologne. It was an intoxicating mix of sandalwood and leather that you wished you could bathe in or, better yet, inject directly into your bloodstream. There was also the scent of mint permeating when he spoke from the gum he had in his mouth. You enjoyed watching his jaw clench when he chewed.

By the time you reached Hole in the Ground Mini Golf you would’ve been content to just sit at the bench and talk for hours. It amazed you how easy he was to talk to.

You attempted to go halfsies and pay for yourself separately.

“The date was my idea, therefore I pay. You can pay me back with your company. Deal?” He asked you.

“Fine.” You conceded, stuffing your wallet back in your bag. Your fake exasperation was emphasized by your exaggerated eye roll followed by a cheeky smile in his direction.

He responds by taking your hand in his and giving it a quick, tight squeeze. You squeezed back. He kissed the top of your head. You died a little.

“Alright, watch and learn.” He announced as he took his stance by the designated area where he put down his neon green ball. His attentive expression while he lined himself up with his target was precious. His eyebrows furrowed and he bit his bottom lip in concentration. God, you wished it was you biting that bottom lip. He moved the club back slightly and a little more than gently tapped the ball. It landed right next to the hole.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed. “That was actually good!”

“I told you I was pretty good, did you think I was making it up?”

“Kinda!” You replied honestly, looking at the ball and then back at him. “Clearly I was mistaken.”

“I’m a lot of things, sweetheart. A liar is not one of them.” The nickname made you dizzy for a second.

“So what if I did want to take you up on that coaching offer?”

“I’d say you’re a smart woman.”

You dropped your ball in front of your club.

“Okay, now angle your body so that you are diagonal to the direction you want to hit it to.” You nodded in acknowledgment. Your eyebrows furrowed and you lined yourself up.

“Once you’re lined up think about how much force you need. Obviously, the further away your goal is, the more force you need, but there are also obstacles so you might have to angle towards a wall and hit harder so that it can bounce off and do some golf ball parkour.”

“This is starting to sound like math.” You jested and you looked at him.

Clark shook his head and huffed out a laugh. “I promise that is the most math required. Well, actually, that’s not true. But I can keep track of the score if you want.”

You smiled and nodded before returning your focus to the game. You swung back so slightly and yet the ball went berserk hitting the wall, then the plastic rock again, then the wall again, rock again and then stopped its movement completely.

“Sabotage!” You accused.

“Wow, I actually did not start sabotaging yet, that was entirely organic.” He looked surprised.

“The truth comes out! You were planning foul play!” You pointed at him as you accused.

“Okay, planning and following through are two different things.” He defended himself. He went over to his ball, gently knocking it over into the hole. “Hole in two!” He announced.

You conceded and clapped for the man who was planning to manipulate your game. “Congrats, Clark.”

“I can keep helping you, still.” He offered.

“I might take you up on that.” You told him as you lined yourself back up.

This time Clark walked behind you. He placed one hand on your arm to test the waters. “May I?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You replied as if there weren’t goosebumps all ready forming up your arm and the hairs on the back of your neck didn’t raise.

He got closer behind you, his arms snaked around so that his hands brushed the back of your hands that gripped your mini golf club.

His lips were inches away from your ear. You could hear his breath, his closeness intoxicated you. “Alright, so you don’t just focus on your body position, you have to focus on where the ball is gonna hit on your club.” He took the lead in swinging the club back and then forward on your behalf. The two of you watched as the ball went right into the hole.

Clark let go to celebrate. “Atta girl!” He stuck out both hands for you to double high five him, when your hands made contact he clasped his hand around yours for a second. Then he walked over to collect both balls.

“That’s a hole in 2 for me too, so jot that down.” You bantered as you watched Clark with the score sheet and the minuscule golf pencil scribbling scores.

“How does that count? If anything I should get the score for that too.” He joked back. “Okay. Fine. I guess you can have my great score. Only because I think you’re pretty.” He conceded. The confession, though it was nothing scandalous, it still makes you dizzy.

“There’s that midwestern generosity.” You retorted sarcastically.

He lead you to the next hole. It’s one of those spinning windmill ones where you have to get the ball past the pinwheel. You inspected the speed of the windmill, it was slow, but the arms of it were wide. You wouldn’t have a ton of margin for error.

Clark was up first again which you used to your advantage, you studied him to use his blueprint to your advantage. He waited until the perfect moment and hit the ball forward. It went straight through and landed in the area behind the pinwheel.

“Okay, let’s see it Tiger Woods.” He gestured for you to take your turn.

You were probably focusing too much on doing well at this point, but something in you needed to be better at mini golf than this man. You stood in a similar spot to where Clark stood, eyeing up the path to see what your best move was. You took the swing and landed in the same spot as Clark, your electric blue ball tapping his neon green one.

“I’m impressed.” Clark declared.

“Yeah, I’ve actually been working with a coach recently.” You tell him.

“Is he good?” He asked while taking his turn. Another hole in two. You gave him a high five.

“We’ll see.” You aimed and swung. Another hole in two and another lingering high five. You both were desperate for any contact with each other.

As the holes progressively got more difficult. The score began to separate. Clark was in the lead as you fell behind. Except for your miracle hole in 1 at hole 13. That was euphoric. You stopped caring about the score, though. Eventually you became too engrossed in the company than the activity the two of you chose. He was perfect in your eyes. And the more time you spent together, the more it was solidified. He was everything you believed him to be for all those months you spent daydreaming about a night like this and talking to Cat about how desperately you wished you weren’t too chicken to talk to him. You were so grateful he convinced you to get coffee with him all those weeks ago. A simple gesture to thank you for using your overtime to expedite the edits on his latest Superman interview. You couldn’t believe it led to an actual date.

When the game was over, the two of you began your walk back to your apartment building. A lot of the walk was quiet. You held hands and took the time to just appreciate the company. It wasn’t the awkward kind of silence that you worried would fall upon you tonight, it was a comfortable, content silence. Every once in a while Clark would squeeze your hand and you would squeeze back. Once you walked slightly closer to him so that your arm would brush his. After about 15 minutes of light conversation, simple touches, and comfortable quiet, you arrived at the door to your building.

“This is me.” You remind him, tilted your head in the direction of the building.

“Oh! Right.” He looked disappointed that you had arrived already.

“Tonight was really fun, Clark.” You tell him earnestly as you pull him to the side to say your goodbyes. You’re staring into his ocean blue eyes.

“Yeah, it was really fun. I really enjoy getting to spend time with you.” He confesses. He moves his hands to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked. It was almost a whisper, a slight rasp and falter was present in his tone, as his eyes dart around your face for an answer.

“Yes.” You tell him as you watch his face inch closer to yours.

You closed your eyes when your noses bumped, you turned your head to the side. You allowed a moment for your lips to just ghost over each others. Feeling the breath escape his lips and touch yours before you finally leaned in and sealed the kiss. He used the leverage he had on the back of your head to deepen the connection while he took a sharp breath in through his nose. You felt ice cold and like you were on fire, perfectly overwhelmed by the new level of contact. You relished in it as you grabbed his bicep.

Being a true gentleman, he didn’t let it linger for too long before you felt his grip loosen on you. You promptly shifted away from his lips, your hands still holding onto his biceps. His hands lowered from your head to your waist as he pulled back.

“Can I see you again soon?” He asked, looking at you like you were priceless art. His touch was just as precious.

“Of course.” You responded.

[gothiclynovi]

I read all the leosagi fanfics you recommended (although I had already read 70% of them) do you know or know of other leosagi fanfics? And also, I LOVE YOUR DRAWINGS AND YOUR ART IS SO BEAUTIFUL!

OMG STAHP IM LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH YOUR ASKHSVSBH ❤️❤️🩷🩷 I literally only go on my art TikTok to either post or to see if you’ve posted XD you’re incredible

As for leosagi fics… not many left to suggest, I’m afraid. The ones I didn’t put on my initial list of my top favs have been discontinued. They were incredible, but none of them have been updated in over a year or more :(

However, I did still go through my bookmarks to see if I could fetch anymore, and I’ve included some I’m currently reading as well:

Wonderland (Mikey's Version)

BialyLis

Summary:

Leo stared at the massive body for a good few seconds, his gaze traveling from the sickly pale, strange face to the remnants of a torn shirt on its scaly back to the far too large, wet bloodstain slowly seeping into the carpet.

He clasped his hands together and pressed his fingertips to his lips, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Why...?”

The situation didn't need a longer summary. But he needed explanations, and the yokai on the floor needed a lot of bandages and probably a quick blood transfusion.

“Who the hell is that?”

Usagi looked away and rocked slightly on his heels.

“Leatherhead.”

 

Or;

Mikey meets someone new, and Leo's going to make it everyone's problem.

This takes place in the same universe as Magnetic Force of a Man and Foolish One (Leo’s Version)! I love it already!!!!! This author is literally one of my favorites of all time 💙

Operation: Undercover

Celestial_Ghost

Summary:

The rabbit seemed to snap back into focus, eyes back onto Leo’s. “Sorry, I'm bad with long speeches. Could you summarize for me?”

Leo squeezed his snout between his fingers, exasperated. “I need to see you again in a couple days.”

“Like a date?”

“Yes, like a–” Leo looked up frantically, blush spreading across his cheeks. “No, not like that! I'm worried about the severity of your injury!” He looked away again. “Look, is there somewhere we can meet so I can make sure you won't die from this?!”

“Wait what's your name?”

 

AKA Leo goes undercover as a battle nexus medic to try to uncover one of Big Mama's plots, but ends up treating a cute rabbit yokai instead

See where it lands

alwerakoo

Summary:

“Yes?” Dad puts his mug down on the table, but he doesn't let go of it, his fingers tense.

He seems just as nervous as Leo, which makes him feel a little better. Leo looks down into his own mug, like he's staring over the edge of a deep, deep ravine.

No turning back now, he supposes.

“He's uhm...” He swallows, hard. “Yeah. He's my boyfriend.”

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or: Leo and Splinter have a chat

the sky that I sleep under

Bobtheacorn

This one is a series!!

you are sunlight and I moon

mad_and_thick_as_thieves

Another series!

Wait, who are you?

trufflett

Summary:

Leo pretends to forget who Usagi is so Usagi wouldn’t kill him. Usagi takes full advantage of this and says they’re a couple.

Analogous Hues

alwerakoo

This is another series. There are leosagi fics, but you should probably read the other stuff in the series to understand them. I’ll be honest, I didn’t. I was craving leosagi and could not wait so I just dove in. I was able to piece together stuff on my own, but I’d definitely suggest reading the other stuff in the series first (especially since the writing and dynamics are phenomenal)

little kid with a big death wish

remrose

Summary:

Leo's mind rebelled against the sensation. The heaviness burst into awareness, body, limbs, lungs, blinking. The middle distance he'd apparently been staring in focused. Leo was awake. Leo was aware. Leo was alive.

Being alive wasn't something he thought he'd be.

or: recovery fic featuring dissociation problems, missing limbs, and Leo discovering a familiar presence in his mind. twice the trauma in one body, what could go wrong?

This one isn’t leosagi (there’s one chapter where he makes a cameo, but that’s it). HOWEVER, it’s literally life changing, it shatters you and then builds you back up and it’s so healing and I love it so much. It’s one I think everyone should read 💙 I don’t really read a lot of non-romance stuff, I never have bc it makes me think too much, but I decided to give this one a shot and I’m so glad I did 💙💙

[nautifills]

Every time I'm at ease in my Badlands hype, I get broken out and jumpscared by remembering this ugly monkey.

I have many feelings about you Bud. The fact there's no denying even if it was not intentioned, that's its just gonna some average background creature than a companion or anything more, that cuteish face of its gives Dibby baby Yoda, cute, meme animal. Predator is many things. It's not a serious, horror thriller franchise as some people call it, but still such thing doesn't belong in it.

There's people who like these cute movie creatures, but there's definitely a ton who dont. Sorry but I'm one of the ones who don’t, specifically when done wrong. It worries me how the general consensus and opinions about this movie lie in this monkeys hands. Just when people are warming up to badlands. I try and assure myself, but it doesn't come through.

"Maybe they're just an enemy or background animal seen once" then why is it given the name Bud, why is it the first to have a toy when there are plenty of characters and creatures that could of gotten an action figure.

"Well, at least we haven't seen this thing at all yet. They aren't trying to bank off them or turn them into a trend." I'm glad yes, but like, its not like that won't happen yet. And the fact that I haven't seen this thing worries me too. What are they hiding? Are they embarrassed? Is it a spoil? If so Will it turn out to be a quirky baby Yoda macguffin? Or will it be the main villain? The kalisk? That sounds like a disappointing payoff, honestly.

I guess I have some assurances, too. For one, I read an article that stated how The boys helped Dan sharpen his tools for his next installment. Reading it makes me think, "Okay, I doubt the predator being ultra violent would allow some innocent cgi puppy dog sidekick into its franchise." But then I think the boys and wonder "well what if bud is the stark opposite of that? What if it's a funny, violent shock humor, Gremlin? " which i dont know if that is better or worse. All I can say is that im scared of Bud.

And because of that, to ease myself, i have made a little personal fan scenario interpretation of Bud to think of until more information is given.

Here's how Bud plays out in my head.

In my fan adaptation, Bud is the Kalisk. Yes, I said that would be disappointing, but when done wrong. In my version Bud is straight up off putting and mysterious even with that timid face. It isn’t some psycho violent beast with a cute face, their appearance and some actions may come off as cute to some making it attachable enough but not making them some quirky alien pet. What makes Bud the kalisk frightening to the Yautja is:

1. It is unkillable. You can shred it. You can rip its spine from its body, but it will regrow and heal itself. That will be the challenge for dek. Of course, that's a stupid ape. That aint scary or a threat. Well-

2. It can change its form. That "kaiju" dek fights in the trailer. That is bud. That is the Kalisk. Either that's buds monster form or it can change to whatever beast it wants for the scenario, in which making the kalisk completely unpredictable. Of course that doesn't mean primate bud isn't a threat either-

3. Bud is intelligent. In its more dexterous form, Bud can use weapons and use technology. The swift, athletic body can make quick escapes making them hard to catch up to in this form.

All that makes bud a unique creature, threat, and character. Weyland Yutani wants this alien as a weapon. They have it prisoned up, experimented on, and trained. Hence the name Bud. Thia takes dek to the kalisk at the base. "This, this ape is what my people, my father fears?" Whatever may happens, thia let's it out for him for some reason, or dek kills it enraged that this must be a joke or something happens for it to escape and transform thus the journey to defeat this monster begins. And there's no befriending it. There's no letting it free message.

There you have it. That is my fan adaptation of the bud I'd like. I suppose I shouldn't have such high expectations. All I want is Bud to go well. For this movie to not flop because of it.

[peakleeblinders]

Breathe In, and Breathe Out.

requested by @estelle-skully !!!

a lee!min-su, ler!se-mi and ler!gyeong-su fanfic :))

sorry if i mischaracterise im shit at things like this

TW: depictions and descriptions of anxiety and the affects of such and OOOONE tiny swear word (just ONE okay guys)

and interactive narrator-esc trope cuz im bbbbored

PS: after i write ryokos fic ill take a break from fic requests (might write my own on my own accord), but ill happily write drabbles/head cannons and give prompts for you all!! i also wanna do hc trades hehehe

ill also see if i have any more requests before taking a break from fics because im sure i might have one from a friend

SUMMARY: after the pentathlon, min-su feels a little shaky after being intimidated by nam-gyu. gyeong-su goes to comfort his new friend, and se-mi soon comes along to help

so so very sorry if it is sloppy!!! i genuinely had no ideas for this LOL (ill just make it up on the way)

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The games. The stupid games, the games where people die, the games where people can turn their back on you with a mere click. No one was safe here - no one was willing to lose themselves, so they resorted to killing others to survive. The stakes were high, the pressure was indefinitely unbearable and there was 45.6 BILLION Won over their heads.

Some people could handle this immense pressure - their own will and determination keeping them going - yet some people had certain... Supplements to help keep their heads 'clear' and their reflexes quick. It provided an unfair advantage, as always. But, life was unfair, wasn't it?

Yet, that wasn't the case for all. Some players, man or woman, had crumbled under the influence and the atmosphere of the game and their peers. One of these players were a man - a man who had the presence of a child - Park Min-Su. This man was so deeply afraid, so gravely shy, you'd think he would have died in the first game. But, no. He had prevailed - much to his favor - and had met a girl. This girl was named Se-Mi, and they had bonded quite quickly despite their opposing natures.

After The Pentathlon, Min-Su had immediately went to his stiff, rock-solid bed. The games' horrible circumstances had left him a mess, his ears ringing loudly, hands trembling and quaking.

Right. I'm dropping this formal act. Time to get into the story, yeah? Impatient people. Goddamn.

He began to grip his hair, pulling out of frustration and fear. Why was he so stupid?!Why did he call that number?! He didn't know if he could get through the next one - oh, but what would it even be? Did it involve fighting? Would he survive? Would Se-Mi survive? Surelytheyhadtofinda-

"Hey."

.

..

...

Dead silence.

"Hey, uhm... Are you- Can you hear me?" A man with a soft voice spoke, looming over Min-Su. The troubled man slowly and cautiously looked up, his eyes meeting the other's. His player number read '256' and he instantly recognized him as Gyeong-Su, a superfan of that 'Thanos' dude. But.. What did he want? Surely it couldn't be anything good- Yes, he seemed nice but wHO REALLY KNEW HOW HE WAS?? HUH?? HE C- "I'm.. I'm Gyeong-Su, hah- We were teammates.. Y'know, in The Pentathlon? Are you okay? You seem quite shaken." Stop fucking interrupting me. My God.

"...I'm... Uhm- I'm fine, thanks.." Min-Su spoke timidly, watching as Gyeong-Su sat down next to him. "I'm Min-Su.." Still slightly uncomfortable, he hugged himself tighter. Yet, something about Gyeong-Su's presence felt.. Welcoming. Warm. Nice. He couldn't help but relax slightly.

"Min-Su, huh? Why are you so upset?" Gyeong-Su inquired, nudging Min-Su on the side slightly, causing him to flinch and cover himself. "Oh, sorry- Did I hurt you?" He began to gently rub the mark, earning a strained gasp from Min-Su.

"N-No- You're fine-" It takes a lot of will to keep his giggles in, but he does, yet a small smile lingers on his face. Gyeong-Su takes no notice luckily. "And.. Uh.. The games. They're.. I-I don't know how to explain-" The shy man feels tears well up in his eyes. Great.

"Hey- Hey.. It's okay. You don't have to explain if you can't- Just, uh.. Breathe in," Min-Su did so. "And breathe out." Wow. That actually.. Seemed to work? Min-Su felt himself relax, and he wiped his tears in his sleeve.

"I-I Uhuh- Thank you. As I was saying, the.. This. This is too stressful.." Gyeong-Su nodded along, understanding the man's fear. Who wouldn't? "T-There's a guy, Nam-Gyu, I think.. He was really harsh on me - I'm just a bit shaken."

"Ooh.. I get it.. You need some cheering up?" The SuperFan asked a bit awkwardly, then earned an equally awkward shrug. How would he cheer Min-Su up? I mean, yeah, he didn't know this man.. But - Oh! He was laughing earlier, but at what?

Maybe he enjoyed the rubs on his side?

Eeehh.. People don't laugh at that.

But he did.

Why?

Maybe he's just ticklish?

Yeah, yeah, that's it. And, tickling makes people happy.

That being Gyeong-Su's exact thought process, he snaked his hand around the quiet boy's side and dug in slightly, testing the waters. He couldn't help but admit to the fond smile on his face when he heard a delicate squeak come from his lee. "Ahaw- Dude, that was adorable!" He began to gently wiggle his fingers, moving his hand up and down Min-Su's side.

"Aha- Whahahat ahahare you dohoing?" Despite his confusion, he subtly leaned into Gyeong-Su. This was the first time he laughed freely in the games - heck, it had been so long since he had laughed period. I mean- Can you believe it or not?! This man has had a harsh life! Spare him some slack!

God, and you lot call yourselves miserable because no one's posted in your community tag. (first time ragebaiting plz be mad) Like, please. Grow up.

"I'm tickling you. It's working, obviously, you're leaning into me." Min-Su's face was instantly coated in a nice, red, visible hue. How embarrassing.

"Nahaha- I-I'm nohohot!" The Lee attempted to squirm away to prove a point. Gyeong-Su then moved his hands to gently squeeze at his stomach, the other starting to laugh hysterically. He was quite sensitive there - obviously, and was about to-

"Excuse me."

What in the living SHINDINGS is it with these stupid idiots interrupting me. Like, God.

"What are you doing to him, huh? Because if you are - I swear I-" Semi was cut off by Min-Su.

"Sehehe- Sehehe-Mihihi! Hehelp-" That made Se-Mi smile too, but she'd never admit it. She sat next to Gyeong-Su.

"Did you hurt him?"

"No. He seemed a bit upset, so I thought I'd cheer him up."

"Good. Here - let me help. Go for his hips."

Se-Mi began to hold Min-Su close, but the latter didn't fight her off this time around, only squirming lightly when Gyeong-Su tickled his hips. The spot wasn't all that bad - Se-Mi didn't intend for it to be. She wanted Min-Su to still breathe, yet have as much fun as they were.

"Aweee.. That's adorable. How'd you know?" The man asked, looking up at player 380. She only scoffed lightly with a small smirk.

"Lucky guess." She mused, holding player 125 tighter when she felt him kick out slightly.

"G-Guhuhuys! Guys- I'm rihihight hehehere!" The Lee whined, let was in bliss. Luckily no one else could hear or see them.

"Shh.. Just take it Min-Su. Breathe in, and breathe out."

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sorry if this is bad hehehe!! legit took me 4 hours </3 I started ts at 19:00 and it's 22:00

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I was so very excited to read this when i realized it was a familiar fic, ive always loved reading books, watching movies that have the concept in it and this was so so so good, i actually did not realize it was coming to an end i was so engrossed and emotional im sad it ended but this has to be one of the best things ive read on here. It was so atmospheric and warm, warm in a fall, dark, and moody kind of way that comes with reading dark academia and this was kinda hinting at that for me. Your writing style is so pretty and i know you said you wrote it well over three years and i could not tell, all of it flowed so well together. Anyways i loved this ><

Your magic has been weaker lately. You can feel it like a dwindling fire inside. Everything that should be easy is difficult, and all that was once difficult has become impossible. Not only are you half the witch you were, but you also feel like half the person you know yourself to be. Looking dazedly around the room, you try to calculate how long it’s been since it began. It began a few days past the last occurrence of the full moon. Was that a week ago? In your mind, you try to pry the blur of days apart, but since most of them have been much the same – lethargic and hazy – they seem unintelligible from one another. Ugh i love the way youre setting up the lore here, i love your writing style.

At your feet are the tracks of your dear companion; little paw prints still sunken into the soft dirt of the path that leads from your door to the garden gate. Stop this is actually so cute. 

You would be able to see every emotion of his in those eyes if you weren't able to feel them for yourself through the bond. "I didn't mean to be gone so long, o-or go so far. I lost track of time, and I was coming home but..." He trails off as he senses you aren't upset, your calmness washing over him. He sighs and leans back into the cushion of the settee tiredly. There's food in his belly, he's warm and cozy, taken care of, and most importantly, home. "I missed you." ugh i can feel the warmth and welcome, you made it so cozy. 

and, he’d pointed out, what was he to do with a pair of shoes once he’d shifted? Carry them around by his little cat mouth? Lmao stop now im picturing a cat with shoes in its mouth ;-;-; my own cat brings me her toys and im just seeing that lol 

If you were to lose your life, Hyuka would soon follow after. But if Hyuka were to die, you'd go on, your life forever missing one integral piece. Other familiars might come, perhaps, but they wouldn't be Hyuka. Hyuka, with his superstitions about ravens, scowling at them through the window as if he might pounce through the glass even in his human form. Who always muttered in his sleep when he went to bed with a full stomach. Whose soft snoring you had come to be unable to sleep without hearing across the hall. The small black bundle of fur with glowing moon eyes he shifted to and fro, always making you laugh as he strayed from the path his human counterpart had told you he would take the minute he saw a butterfly; chasing them always seemed more important to the cat. You were sure you'd still see his phantom running around the house and garden for years to come if he were to be taken from you. All you can do is what you have always done; do your best to protect each other and hope that fate will be kind. Stop i love this so much and i actually started to tear up, with real tears, i love their bond that they have ;-;-;

“I’m sorry I took it,” she says a little breathlessly. “I slipped it off while petting you when first we met. I don’t know why…” You can see her body growing heavier against the concrete of the porch, hear her breathing more shallowly. “Maybe I just wanted something to hold onto. Something like… a friend…” no this breaks my heart so bad, and knowing its mainly a token to show their bond so when kai wears it, its about reader, so its something closer to what she lost ;-;-

“She said this has been happening a lot, and getting closer to the village,” you say in an almost whisper, as if the trees might overhear and spread your words. “Do you think… do you think we're safe?”-A brisk chill blew across the clearing, as if the very wind itself was relaying a warning. -He meets your eyes and you find there a cloud of emotion and determination like you've never seen. When he replies, his voice is rough but firm. “We'll make sure of it. We'll lay low. At the first sign of trouble, we'll leave.” -You nod solemnly. “I'll do everything in my power to protect you,” you say, as if it needs saying. -“I know,” he replies in a gruff voice, and you feel your shared feelings of protectiveness intensify as his grip on your hand tightens.-As he takes a step forward, you fall into step beside him. He leads you out of the clearing, back through the forest, towards the village – towards home. Neither one of you lets go of the other's hand, both silent once more as you trek home in a flurry of emotions and anxieties, wondering what the future holds, and grateful to have each other. Ugh i know this is a big just block of text ive copied over but this is just so good, i loved every bit of it, i dont know why when i read like soulmates it sometimes feels so proformitive almost but reading this or about any familiar really it feels lived in, like its something deeper, i dont know if that makes sense but i love it so much. 

Safe & Familiar - Huening Kai

Synopsis: When your familiar goes missing, you set out on a search, only to find danger is brewing (I’m no good at writing synopsis)

Warnings: death, grief, brief mention of imprisonment and someone being killed (slowly so maybe torture?), reader is a witch so themes of magic, eludes to the beginnings of some considerably dark historical events 

Author's note: Finally finished! A little ashamed to say this took three years when hardly anything happens in it, but life happens and other ideas come up, and my writing brain doesn't always want to co-operate. This is a story I was really excited about when I started it and couldn't wait for it to be done to be able to post it, so I hope it's a good read because I enjoyed writing it. I was halfway through writing this when I lost someone special, and I thought it wouldn't get finished for a lot longer due to that. Surprisingly, the grief spurred me to work on it and I ended up able to use my own feelings because it matched the character’s thoughts. If it feels a little bare-bones or disjointed, it's because I worked on it on and off over three years including when I had lost my writing mojo but just wanted to get it finished!

Word count: 4.7k

At the break of dawn, with the first light of day intruding through the windows of your room, you decide to give up on the idea of sleep. Proper rest has evaded you for weeks, slumber slipping from your grasp as soon as you seem to catch it. You feel ragged and rundown, drained and lackluster, and you know the cause.

Your magic has been weaker lately. You can feel it like a dwindling fire inside. Everything that should be easy is difficult, and all that was once difficult has become impossible. Not only are you half the witch you were, but you also feel like half the person you know yourself to be. Looking dazedly around the room, you try to calculate how long it’s been since it began. It began a few days past the last occurrence of the full moon. Was that a week ago? In your mind, you try to pry the blur of days apart, but since most of them have been much the same – lethargic and hazy – they seem unintelligible from one another.

All you could clearly and vividly remember was the day that ended with the full moon. Watching your familiar disappear past the front gate, tail flicking between the garden shrubs, and then gone. Then you'd begun preparing for your own full moon rituals. It had been the same as every month before. Except that your familiar had not returned come next morning, and had not returned since. Every full moon phase the cat would go, called to the natural world, to explore, to hunt, bathe in the moonlight, instincts leading it out into the forest, part wild animal. It'd never been away from you this long, always returning home by mid afternoon of the following day.

Pushing yourself up from the still cold mattress, you walk to the doorway of your room, from which you can see through the open door of the room opposite. Once again finding the bed inside empty, you breathe in a sigh. Despite your misguided hope, you had not expected to see anything otherwise. Exhaling deep and slow, you resign yourself to what you know; that something is not right, and that it's time for action.

Not bothering to eat, for you have no appetite, you wrap a shawl around yourself over the clothes you have not changed for days, and slip your feet into a pair of boots. With one last look around the strangely empty quarters, you step out into the brisk early morning air. 

The light of day is hidden behind a substantial layer of cloud, casting a grey gloom over the garden. At your feet are the tracks of your dear companion; little paw prints still sunken into the soft dirt of the path that leads from your door to the garden gate. Closing your eyes, you visualize the animal leaving that day, before you'd closed the door behind it. You focus on the feeling of the cat and the empathetic bond that you share, searching for the tether between you. 

There – you get your first instinct of where you should be headed, though vague and foggy, and step onto the middle path into the woods, trampling through layers of pine needle and shredded tree bark, scanning the landscape of rocks and trees. As you walk, you try to reach out through your bond, asking for a sign. The cold bites at your face, and you curse yourself for leaving it so long, for not gathering your remaining strength to search earlier. Your familiar knows its way around, never lost – you know that. If it had not returned home, it meant something was stopping it – something has certainly gone awry. Why have you not forced yourself into the forest sooner?

The wind in the trees makes it harder to listen out for movement, creating noise all around you. The chill of the breeze tries to distract you, make you focus on yourself, the feeling of the cold settling heavy into your face and limbs. A few times you almost stumble clumsily as you look around you and not at the placement of your steps. As you venture further and further still, pushing your weary body along even while it begs you to stop, you feel something; a faint presence not far away, though there is no living being in sight. Unconsciously, you pick up your pace, ignoring the exaggerated ache of your legs and feet, eyes straining and searching, until suddenly, you stop. Your eyelids close of their own accord.

In your mind you see yellow and orange leaves making the transition from green to red, different from the foliage of the trees around you that remained a deep green. You caught a fleeting scent of moist soil, as if it had flown by on the swiftest of breezes, shivering as the phantom sensation of cool water dripping down your neck tickles your skin. Water.

Without another thought, you instinctively turn in the direction you know there is a stream in a glade. You find yourself almost at a run now, your body despises you for it. As the evergreen trees around you thin, you see the yellow-orange leaves of the liquidambar trees ahead. You begin to feel another pain, a pain that is not your own. 

Approaching the stream, eyes trained on the plants around the bank, you see black shapes against the greenery. Shapes that, as you grow closer, focus into birds. Sleek black feathers and beady eyes – five of them. Your mother had always tried to teach you the symbolic meaning of the number of crows one came upon, but you can't remember now, for better or worse, which number meant death or misfortune or good luck. You shoo them away, making them clear out, screeching their loud piercing calls, a blur of feathers and a racket of strong flapping wings. Finally, as they fly off, you lay eyes on your closest friend, laying in the shrubbery. 

Your heart pulses as you take in your familiar's unkempt state. The cat's midnight black fur is damp in patches and ridden with leaves and twigs from the forest floor. The yellow of its eyes is less vibrant than usual, and less attentive of the scene around it. Not until you stepped closer, until the two of you made eye contact, did the animal's eyes seem to focus. Worst of all were the cuts and scratches to its face and body. Whipping your shawl from around you, you carefully scoop up the cat, eliciting a pained ‘orw’ from the poor creature. 

"Shh, we're going home," you soothe as you wrap your shawl around it. 

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The house is warm and welcoming, and relief washes over you the moment you step inside. The cat is sleeping in your arms, having relaxed into you on your journey back, and you can sense how it has missed your presence, that it feels safe once more with you. You feel considerably more stable and capable yourself. 

Placing the sleeping bundle on the settee by the fire, you leave the room to fetch water and some cloth. The kitchen is in disarray, having had no strength or desire to see to any of your chores since the last full moon. Thankfully though, the bread you bought last week is still good, and you grab it on the way back. 

"Ah ah," you scold as you enter the room and find your familiar halfway off the settee. 

Dark eyes look up at you, the bloody cut across his nose shining in the firelight, your shawl falling over his shoulders, no longer big enough to keep him warm. "Sorry," he says quietly, bringing his foot back up off the floor. 

His wounds don't look as severe on his less tiny body, but they need to be cleaned nonetheless. You hand him the chunk of bread as you set the dish of water on the table and sit on the space of floor in front of him. You hear his stomach make itself known at the sight of food, catching his eye as he chuckles with a small smile. Oh, how you've missed that smile. 

Being home again is doing him good, giving him more strength and allowing him to shift. He would not have been able to shift to his human form at all while he was out there alone and injured, away from you and your magic. Your bond causes you to depend on one another, and though other magic users found this frustrating, you felt that it made the magic that you did use more meaningful. 

One hand clutches at the edge of the shawl and readjusts it around himself as he eats, eyes watching your fingers dip the cloth into the bowl. You should have brought a blanket, you realize, but then you feel the warmth of his skin as the hand you use to press the wet cloth to his arm comes in contact with, and decide the fire is enough. 

"You scared me, Hyuka."

His chewing stills as his eyes find yours; those big innocent eyes that let him get away with even more in his human form. You would be able to see every emotion of his in those eyes if you weren't able to feel them for yourself through the bond. 

"I didn't mean to be gone so long, o-or go so far. I lost track of time, and I was coming home but..." He trails off as he senses you aren't upset, your calmness washing over him. He sighs and leans back into the cushion of the settee tiredly. There's food in his belly, he's warm and cozy, taken care of, and most importantly, home. "I missed you."

Images play in your mind of when Hyuka had come into your life. You had begun to have dreams, more vivid each night until he arrived, of paw prints through your house. Then one morning you'd opened the door to a ball of midnight fur. He had been nervous about how you'd feel about him being a shifter, and shy when it came to revealing his human form, but he needn't have worried. He'd come to you just when you needed him and you grew alongside each other. Now you could not do without each other, magical bond or no. 

His hand moves to the back of his neck, a well-known habit of his. His eyes grow startled as he feels the absence of leather cord, his hand flying to his throat to confirm the loss. "My... my charm… Do you have it?"

"No," you answer. You'd been too worried about getting him home to notice his accessory was missing. 

"I must have lost it in the tousle… a wild cat picked a fight with me," He looked down at a scratch on his forearm as he spoke with a scowl, as if mentally cursing said animal. 

You knew the charm was important to him—it was special to you, too. It was a long running tradition amongst magic users to give their familiars a token of their bond. Not only as a symbol of the connection, but for other magic folk to determine familiars on sight, give them shelter or aid, accept or send messages, or follow them to their human counterpart if they were in need of help. "We can go and look for it. Maybe in a week, when we're both back to our best, hm?"

Hyuka agrees, his eyes back to their usual warmth and calmness. As you tend to his cuts and scratches, he watches the fire, his mind wandering back into the forest. He'd gone further than he'd ever been, and if it weren't for his cat form's senses, he probably would have been lost. 

"There was another familiar in the woods," he says suddenly, remembering more as the haze of hunger lifts and the warmth of home settles into his being. 

Hands stilling their work, your eyes lift to his face. You had lived in this area your whole life, born and raised and never left, and never met another magic kind—not one you weren't related to. "A familiar? Are you sure?" 

Hyuka nods, looking solemn. "I had walked a long way. I must have been halfway between our village and the next. I was about to turn back and make for home, but I spotted a house. It was abandoned, I think. But... there was a woman."

Sitting back on your heels, you listen intently, fingers worrying at the cloth in your hands subconsciously. "At an abandoned house? Was she a squatter?"

"She was using the shelter. She was weak. I could tell she'd been through an ordeal. She was like me. A shifter, I mean."

Blinking in this information, your mind begins to rush with possibilities. Has there been someone else with magic close by all this time? Just a walk through the forest? Could you have had a friend, someone to share everything with? To exchange notes about herbs and spend traditional holidays with? Just the thought of it made your chest squeeze with longing. You had Hyuka, of course, but a familiar was different; an extension of yourself, in essence.

“Was she separated from her witch?” you ask, intrigued. “Was she lost, like you?”

You feel his mood dip lower before he even formulates an answer. “No,” he answers, eyes blinking faster, the way you knew he always did when trying to keep his composure. He looks off again, remembering. “I’d never met another shifter before, you know. What they say is true; I could sense that she was one, and she sensed me too. She talked to me, told me I’m more lucky than I know to have a bond. She told me I should go home.“ You notice a longing in Hyuka, just as you had felt moments before, perhaps a little stronger now. “She told me her witch was dead. She knew it would be her turn soon.“

Moving on instinct, you get up from the floor, planting yourself on the settee beside him and clasping his hand in both of your own. “That's terrible.”

He looks at you again, with sorry eyes and a heavy heart. If only you could take it away for him. “I wanted to do something to comfort her, to be able to say something, but…”

“You couldn’t shift to your human form,” you finish. Hyuka nods. As ragged and tired as you are, the feelings of desperation and distress you feel, both your own and shared, outweigh everything else. “Do you think you could find your way back to that house?”

His eyes light up a fraction. “But you need to rest and–“

“We can't just let her die all alone out there.” You feel your frazzled nerves sparking as you speak, mentally preparing yourself and what little strength had returned since your reunion. “Someone should be with her. If you’re up to going back again.”

Hyuka stands faster than you can blink, almost knocking over the dish of water at his feet.

–---

 Leaving the house with Hyuka in human form alongside you is something new. While his animal side was a keen adventurer, as a human he was somewhat of a homebody. As someone who could change himself from man to animal, Hyuka didn’t own a single pair of shoes. You’d offered to buy him a pair in the beginning, but he’d refused. For one, he never planned on walking around outside of the house as a human, and, he’d pointed out, what was he to do with a pair of shoes once he’d shifted? Carry them around by his little cat mouth?

For the first time, you were witnessing his bare feet in the elements. The pine needles, broken twigs, stray stones and other natural materials that made up the forest floor didn’t seem to bother him the way it would your own feet. 

It was getting into the afternoon now, and the sun had made an appearance from behind the clouds. Hyuka was much easier to keep up with when he was a cat; his long human legs made for big strides, and while you struggle to keep the same pace, straggling only a few steps behind, you understand his haste. 

Fear creeps in as your mind wanders ahead. What if you were too late? You can feel the desperation in Hyuka, wanting to help even if it was just by being there for someone, even a stranger, in their final moments. You knew that if she was already gone, he’d be crushed. You would be crushed. Hoping against hope, you chant silent prayers in your mind that there is still time.

Hyuka turns to look over his shoulder at you as he dodges a stray branch that had already lost all of its leaves. For once, you can’t think of anything to say to him, so you give him a small reassuring smile which he returns, though you both know the other’s feelings like your own – there could be no hiding them. You both wanted to say something to comfort each other, and that knowledge was enough. 

The further you walk, the drier the surroundings grow, as if the place had been abandoned not only by people but by nature itself. Brambles catch on your clothes, dried needles crunch and snap underfoot, and the air somehow feels stale as your lungs breathe it in and push it out again. This was unfamiliar ground for you, and so different from the areas close to home you were used to.

“Almost there,” Hyuka announces as you pass the remnants of a broken down and weather worn horse cart.

Your heart squeezes with hope when you approach a clearing and a small cream coloured house with a faded roof comes into view. Sensing Hyuka’s pulse quicken, you attempt to slow your breathing and be strong for him – for the both of you. He was losing something that might have been too, but he was also seeing his fate first hand should anything take you from this world.

As the two of you draw nearer to the home, you can make out the figure laying still on the doorstep. The closer Hyuka advances, the more carefully he treads the dry woodland floor, so as not to startle the woman. A few paces from the step of the porch, he stops and calls out softly, “Hello.”

The woman’s weary eyes open, and or a moment she looks panicked, her body tensing, the expression of a scared animal wanting to flee crossing her features. But you can see she is too exhausted to make a move even if she wanted to run away. Your stomach pangs with the realisation that the woman is not far from death. To look at her, you can see how shallowly she breathes, as if each intake of oxygen is an effort. You wish with all your being that this was an ailment you could cure with magic, with some special brew, but there could be no righting her condition or her fate.

“It’s okay,” Hyuka assures her, his hands held out flat in what he hopes is a calming gesture. “We’re friends. Remember the black cat you spoke to?”

A wave of understanding and surrender rolls over her face and she physically relaxes. She must feel comforted by the fact that she is in the presence of her own kind – even as her eyes take you in, it looks as though she puts it together; a familiar and his magic user. You feel Hyuka relax slightly at her acceptance.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

The woman’s lips part, her tongue darting out to wet them before she speaks in a weak, hoarse voice. “Alita.”

“Alita,” you address her gently as you step wider out from Hyuka so she can see you in full. Her eyes are slow to drift over to you once more. “Where is your bonded one?”

Alita’s eyes fall closed as if recalling a nightmare. “She is gone.”

“What happened to her?” Hyuka asks. Carefully he steps forward onto the porch, and when Alita doesn’t look frightened by this, he kneels down by her side. You follow suit, crouching down next to your companion. Her eyes look broken as she looks up at the two of you, flitting between both pairs of eyes. There is a sadness there that you can only imagine. 

“They came in the night, the people of our village. Shouting and banging on the door, on the walls. So many men. A few women, but mostly men. They were angry – more rage and hate than I’ve ever seen in one person, multiplied many times over,” Her lips quivered as she found her next words. “They broke the door down and took her, my mistress. Dragged her from the house and into town, locked her up. She was locked up for days, and they wouldn’t say why. Then she was taken to the town hall. There were so many people there, even people we knew. People my mistress had helped. Everyone was shouting at her. They all looked at her like she was the most evil thing they’d ever laid eyes on. A trial, they called it.”

You watch as Alita shudders, a sign you recognise as the irreversible cold someone feels as they linger at death's door. Even if you had a blanket to give, she would not get warm. She would never be warm again.

“I’d name it a screaming match. They all shouted such terrible things, claimed my mistress had done things that just weren’t true. It went on for days.” Alita’s next inhale was so shaky and stuttered you thought she might’ve been choking until she spoke again. “They said they knew she was a witch. That part was true. It wouldn’t be tolerated, they said. So they took–” Her voice caught in her throat. Hyuka placed his hand comfortingly over hers which laid limp on the concrete of the porch. You could see the pain written all over her face, her eyes far away as she relived the whole ordeal, grief that she would never get to heal taking her over. “They took her away again, and they killed her. Slowly. I know because I could feel it.” 

She was looking at Hyuka now, and when you glance at him you see tears wet on his nose. You had never seen him cry. He always held it back on the rare occasion he got choked up. But in this moment, hearing this story, he couldn’t. “It’s been happening more and more in our town,” she continues. “We thought we’d be safe because we live just on the outskirts, close enough to visit but not really part of it. I thought we were safe because so many people appreciated my mistress's help. She always went to them when they asked for her.”

Feeling your own eyes prickle, you take a sidelong look at your familiar as he holds Alita’s hand. You imagine what it would be like if he were suddenly gone from you, from the world; to never again be able to look into his eyes and feel seen and understood; no longer feeling that connection, your bond severed, left feeling cold and untethered. A shiver threatens to take over as you consider your life without him, and you stifle a gasp as a pain throbs in your chest. Alita’s fingers weakly clench Hyuka’s hand as she sobs. You are so lucky, your thoughts remind you. Lucky he came into your life, lucky the two of you get along as well as you do, and that your bond is a strong one. Lucky not to be completely alone in the world and your little cottage. 

If you were to lose your life, Hyuka would soon follow after. But if Hyuka were to die, you'd go on, your life forever missing one integral piece. Other familiars might come, perhaps, but they wouldn't be Hyuka. Hyuka, with his superstitions about ravens, scowling at them through the window as if he might pounce through the glass even in his human form. Who always muttered in his sleep when he went to bed with a full stomach. Whose soft snoring you had come to be unable to sleep without hearing across the hall. The small black bundle of fur with glowing moon eyes he shifted to and fro, always making you laugh as he strayed from the path his human counterpart had told you he would take the minute he saw a butterfly; chasing them always seemed more important to the cat. You were sure you'd still see his phantom running around the house and garden for years to come if he were to be taken from you. All you can do is what you have always done; do your best to protect each other and hope that fate will be kind.

Alita turns Hyuka’s hand over and presses her palm into his with a weak squeeze, and Hyuka’s eyes are drawn to their touching hands with curiosity. Her hand slips away and he up-turns his palm to find a silver moon charm in a leather cord – the one he had lost. She meets his eyes with a slightly guilty look in hers. Her breathing is growing more ragged by the minute, her eyes losing more and more of their light, and you want to suggest that she save her strength, but you don’t want to deny her of her last interaction. 

“I’m sorry I took it,” she says a little breathlessly. “I slipped it off while petting you when first we met. I don’t know why…” You can see her body growing heavier against the concrete of the porch, hear her breathing more shallowly. “Maybe I just wanted something to hold onto. Something like… a friend…”

Suddenly her eyes go hollow, the breath draining from her chest. Hyuka just has time to draw back his hands before Alita’s body shifts one last time into her animal form – a grey dove. 

You take in a shaky breath, feeling so many emotions yet numb at the same time. Hyuka turns to you, his eyes wet, and presses his forehead to your shoulder. The two of you sit like that for a while, until you’re sure Alita’s spirit has passed on. Until you’re both ready to do what needs to be done. Then, you pick up the grey dove and follow Hyuka in silence to a nearby tree, the biggest one in the clearing. Using his hands, he scoops out enough dry earth to make a hole just big enough. You place the dove inside, then carefully bury her together, handful by handful. You place some stones to mark the spot, but don't dare to leave any likeness of a symbol of magic.

Standing side by side looking over the site, you grasp Hyuka's hand. The numbness has given way to questions and concerns, leading you to finally break the silence. “She said this has been happening a lot, and getting closer to the village,” you say in an almost whisper, as if the trees might overhear and spread your words. “Do you think… do you think we're safe?”

A brisk chill blew across the clearing, as if the very wind itself was relaying a warning. 

He meets your eyes and you find there a cloud of emotion and determination like you've never seen. When he replies, his voice is rough but firm. “We'll make sure of it. We'll lay low. At the first sign of trouble, we'll leave.” 

You nod solemnly. “I'll do everything in my power to protect you,” you say, as if it needs saying. 

“I know,” he replies in a gruff voice, and you feel your shared feelings of protectiveness intensify as his grip on your hand tightens.

As he takes a step forward, you fall into step beside him. He leads you out of the clearing, back through the forest, towards the village – towards home. Neither one of you lets go of the other's hand, both silent once more as you trek home in a flurry of emotions and anxieties, wondering what the future holds, and grateful to have each other. 

[tapestryundone]

when the god was made in the image of a man who infiltrated the mind of said god and in doing so made himself intertwined with the form that god took while also being the cause of that form creating a infinite feedback loop of what caused the god and his creator to evoke the very image of the death the creator feared through the form of an animal representing that concept, and the god has faint, undeniably human characteristics given to him by his creator while his creator retained none of it. fuck

[togamicchi]

Im kind of intimidated but also thank you long term togami fans for being around... like Wow.. i admire you and think you are pretty cool. 7 years going strong with this guy and theres people whove been with it for 10+!!!!!! insane ... I must get to your level... Soon..

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

mcdonald goodsir talking scene but its like an hour bc i just would like to see them talk more

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

can i just be totally honest for just a sec. this past year hasnt been my favorite. it hurt a Lot and i really didnt think id be as happy as i am when the end of the year came around. it was not the best year by far for me. kinda nothing has been Great since i was like 12 honestly. But also i've learned a Lot about myself this year. I've healed, hurt, loved, laughed, everything in between, and will continue to do all that because thats life and im living (!!!!). I'm about to have a birthday that i didnt even think i was going to get to see like 4 years ago so. yeah. happy new year everyone and im really really happy im here <3 thank you all

[mountain-toes]

There's something so gut wrenching about so many people head cannoning Janus name as Dante, the man who followed Virgil through hell, before it was revealed

[clumsypuppy]

ive made myself more wet and pathetic