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Napping with Valkyrie

summary: some lil hcs about napping with valkyrie's members :) tags: fluff, gn!reader - you/your pronouns characters: mika kagehira, shu itsuki a/n: first actual post? first actual post. screams. I might resize my header images because they feel way too big, but I will wait and see how they look on mobile x_x

Mika, like any other black cat, loves to sleep in the warmth of the sun.

He's napped out on benches, beneath trees, once even on the floor of the handicrafts room while he was waiting for Shu to finish alterations on their costumes.

However, it was when he first moved into the dorms and Ritsu, that Mika learned the joy of napping with another.

There’s a closeness that he’s appreciated from those dear to him, even outside of a romantic context. He’s just a cuddler!

Once he started collecting plushies, he had at least one near by to hold onto. During his crushing stage, there definitely wasn’t one he named after you and would imagine was you, yearning to be able to hold you tight...

Once you started to date, however, he’s always been the clingy type of partner - pulling you close so that you’re leaning on his shoulder when you watch movies together, having you sit on his lap when the two of you are both just scrolling on your phones, and essentially attaching himself to your arm when you’re out shopping for fabric.

He adores the feeling of you. Your warmth, the slow rise and fall of your chest as you breathe, the pressure of you on top of him… Genuine, physical facts that you are there and with him in that moment.

As much as Mika likes to spoon, he actually prefers for you to be cuddled up beside him and resting your head on his chest.

In a perfect world, you’d just be directly on top of him without worrying about it being comfortable for him… He can handle it, even if you hear something crack or pop, he’s not that scrawny anymore! It’s just like a weighted blanket-

...That’s something he’ll try to convince you to do on another day.

Today, however, he just needs some time with you. You’ve both had a long day, and it wasn’t even dinnertime yet. So… like clockwork, he drags you off to the couch for a nap to recharge.

Mika’s essentially formed a nice little nest out of his spare blankets, with just enough space for the both of you to lie down and be snuggled up together.

He lies down first, then lets you get comfortable and find the right position before he’ll wrap his arms around you. He tends to have a hand wander and eventually find its way into your hair, playing with it until he dozes off.

Sometimes, Mika ends up waking up before you. That’s a real treat for him… he loves how peaceful you look when you sleep – just getting to watch you at rest with him makes him feel all fuzzy inside.

Shu Itsuki and naps do not usually come hand in hand.

Usually, he keeps a strict sleep schedule to ensure his own health and maintain the proper work balance between schoolwork and his idol activities.

Though, it's due to his stubbornness that he's wound up passed out in the snow when he still was attending Yumenosaki. While he hasn't worked himself to absolute exhaustion, he still is prone to pushing himself far to meet deadlines.

You're dear to Shu, and your presence is absolutely vital to his work when he's on a time crunch.

He trusts you enough, about as much as he trusts Mika at this point, to assist in simple sewing tasks.

So, as the sun rises and creeps through the curtains, you finish applying bias tape to the sleeves of Shu's most recent commission. You're wiped, but you can't seem to convince yourself to go to sleep if it means more work for Shu...

Shu looks at you sleepily rub your eyes, placing your pin cushion on the table, and his heart aches. There was still another day until the deadline... perhaps the two of you have done enough for now.

He quickly makes a baste stitch with the applique he had been fussing over, then stands. He walks to the couch and grabs a shawl he had knit months ago. You don't really think much of it, until you realize he's not by the couch anymore... and is in fact standing behind your chair.

"Come, mon Amour." he whispers in your ear, wrapping the shawl around your shoulders. "I've decided that I can't stand watching your constitution waste away, so we shall be going to bed."

It's an obvious excuse, a way for him to say he too is tired without admitting such weakness and instead using you as an excuse It was something you'd normally point out, until he gives your shoulder a gentle kiss - a silent apology for not deciding to rest sooner.

... Alright, you'll let him off easy this time.

Whisking you off to his bedroom, he first ensures your own comfort once he lays you down - fussing over your position and making sure that the sheets are adequate.

On one side, he tucks you in, before he gets in on the other side. He ensures you're still wrapped in the shawl as he holds you, so that if the two of you separate in your sleep, you'll still have a part of him holding you as you rest.

Shu watches you as you drift off, gently brushing his fingers through your hair and humming softly. He always makes sure you fall asleep first.

Feeling the knit lace pattern of the shawl between his fingers, a habit to keep him from fretting about the unfinished work, he finally drifts off to sleep with you in his arms.

In a few hours you'll both wake up and get back to work, likely with a cup of caffeinated tea to help. For now, however... he'll rest.

[spineless-lobster]

Havers celebrating the legalization of homosexuality in 1967 by sitting next to the captain’s grave with a bouquet of hyacinths and lavender send post

[lxvenderjewel]

my dear, my perfect darling my love, my one and only my yellow tulip. i have picked up a small case, watson.

what is it?

i’m buying you some diphylleia. something trivial, nothing to interest you. i’ll be going out to look at some flowers.

what for, holmes?

i hold you in my deepest mauve carnations. i believe i will find some clues there.

why haven’t i heard of this case?

it doesn’t exist i am lying i am making you a a mulberry i didn’t think it would interest you, watson.

hmm. well, you must tell me about it later.

i cannot you would hate me i cannot bear that a daffodil. of course.

what particularly about flowers?

shit shit shit shit a purple hyacinth. flower language.

hmm.

he knows he knows he cannot know how would he clovenlip toadflax. mm. i will see you.

don’t be late for dinner.

[octo-hyacinth]

Ah ah! Your writing is to die for I loved the 'Pomefiore's Reaction to Receiving a Flower' and I was wondering if you could do Riddle,Ace,Azul and Rook reaction to you giving them a stuffed animal/plushie♡ I just think their reactions would be neat<3

OOH ABSOLUTELY. This has fantastic potential i can smeel it >:3

anyway i love this ask, enjoy~

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TWST Boys Being Gifted a Plushie

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Azul Ashengrotto, Rook Hunt Content Warnings: Fluff, slightest bit of angst(?) (just a smidge), Rook possibly sounding ooc (POSSIBLY) A/N: I wanna smack Ace sometimes. Also my first time seriously analyzing Riddle's personality.

Riddle Rosehearts

He would be stunned into silence for real.

He'd never had one of these as a child, and by the time he was in NRC and could technically have one without his mother confiscating it, he'd grown out of them, and saw no point in them anyway

But you got him a little bear with a red bow around its neck... and he was immediately attached to it, even though he didn't show it

It's... so fluffy?? And he could keep this in his room, with no judgement???

It's definitely big enough for him to hug at night when he's feeling lonely and missing you

Sometimes he'll talk to it at night, saying the things he wishes he could say to you but can't.

To your face, he could only be formal and reserved, but to the bear he could spill his true thoughts and feelings about you

Maybe one day, he could tell you what he wants to say, and finally break down the wall of his own making.

Ace Trappola

Immediately gives you a smug grin once you hand him the stuffed fox

"Ooh, what's this, Prefect? Don't tell me you're getting soft for me?"

He shuts up after you whack him on the arm

He keeps it in his bag for the rest of the school day, but once he gets back to his dorm, he gently sets it on his bed, and decides to name it after you.

It sits next to his pillow as he sleeps at night, and lets him have a bit of comfort, almost like you're there with him

He never speaks a word of that, though. He'd never admit he loves it as much as he does.

This gift you've given him only makes him like you even more. Maybe if you think about him enough to give him a sappy stuffed animal, he should be showing his affection for you even more.

Azul Ashengrotto

Of course, you had to give him a lil octopus plushie! One of those flippable ones, too, with different colors and expressions on each side :)

He immediately goes entirely red, right up to his ears, but he’s desperately trying to stay cool and refined. He’s trying so hard. So don’t tease him too much, he might actually explode.

“Ah, I-I see, how thoughtful of you. You have my gratitude.”

And then he retreats to his office to silent-scream.

You got him an octopus?? This little guy??? Was for him???? Does this mean that you really like octopi?? But not him, right? Unless-

Man, his thoughts spiral so damn fast, you have to reassure him that you do indeed like him, and that there’s no reason to think otherwise <3

He keeps the little guy perched on his desk, and often flips it inside out and back whenever he’s exhausted or needs a break, just to give him something to focus on

He really loves it, though. He’d never admit it to your face, but Floyd has slammed the door open (without knocking) and found Azul just, gently holding or admiring the little octopus way too many times. Floyd may or may not have been bribed to keep his mouth shut about something he may or may not have witnessed, so don’t ask. (Or do, you can probably get whatever info you want from Floyd if you play your cards right.) But it always reminds Azul of you, and he treasures that. He’d much rather be holding you, but for now, this must suffice.

Rook Hunt

Rook is absolutely delighted you bestowed upon him such a thoughtful present!

He took the little stuffed leopard and immediately gave it a big hug, and his eyes just lit up when you told him that the leopard, being such a good hunter, reminded you of him.

“Merci, ma chérie! I truly do love this with all my heart.”

It gets a special place on a shelf in his room, where all his most prized possessions and trophies go.

And that leopard is the centerpiece.

And as a hunter, he now wishes to retrieve a trophy for you to treasure, as much as he treasures this.

[hanahaki4hanami]

Hanahaki For Hanami Prompts

Think warm thoughts, spring will be here before you know it. And in the meantime, take a look at our prompt suggestions for #hanahaki4hanami. Prompts are merely there to inspire you. Use as many or as few as you would like. We look forward to posting in April!🌸

Week One: Yellow Hyacinth - Jealousy

Week Two: Red Tulip - Passion, Declaration of love

Week Three: Heliotrope - Eternal Love, Devotion

Week Four: Cyclamen - Resignation, Diffidence, Goodbye

Hanahaki for Hanami is a pro-fiction & pro-ship, multi-fandom event. All works are welcome as long as they are tagged accordingly and hanahaki related. You can view the full guidelines on our tumblr page or by clicking the Notion link.

[velvetcovered-brick]

Chapters: 5/27

Fandom: Bridgerton (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences (rating will change)

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Benedict Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Eloise Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington, Benedict Bridgerton & Eloise Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton & Daphne Bridgerton

Characters: Benedict Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington, Eloise Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Lucy Granville, Henry Granville, Genevieve Delacroix, Anthony Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Portia Featherington, Marina Thompson, Archibald Featherington, Francesca Bridgerton, Gregory Bridgerton, Hyacinth Bridgerton, Simon Basset, Agatha Danbury, Lord Wetherby (Bridgerton)

Additional Tags: Canon Rewrite, Non-Canon Relationship, Slow Burn, Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers, Personal Growth, Benedict Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington Happy Ending, Unrequited Love, The Unrequited Love is Temporary, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Regency, Penelope Featherington Needs a Hug, Strong Penelope Featherington, Coming of Age, communication is key, background canon relationships, Benedict's Rock Collection, Benedict and Eloise discover Penelope is LW from the beginning

Summary:

Benedict's life changed the moment Lady Danbury commanded,

“Follow that Featherington.”

The year is 1813 and Benedict's sister Daphne has just made her debut. He thought he knew how this season would go. Little did he suspect he would stumble on the youngest Featherington daughter's biggest secret.

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A complete, Benelope canon re-write, starting from S1, Ep1 all the way through season 3.

@writingwhilecaffeinated has blessed us with this canon divergent re-write with Benedict and Penelope! I promise you you won't regret reading this! Check out that word count! 👀👀👀 That chapter count! Its a damn door stop! 👀👀

[catboymoments]

Hello everyone …. The Hyacinth creation fic is Here….. blease enjoy it I am quite proud of it!!! 🪻🫶

[jpitha]

Dreams of Hyacinth 32

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The airlock on Tinker Toy finished cycling, and as the door snapped open, Nick and Eastern saw Chloe standing there.

"Chloe! What ar-" Before Nick could finish speaking, Chloe slapped something over his mouth. Immediately, it felt like the world slowed to half speed. Eastern turned and opened her mouth to use her Voice, and Chloe did the same thing to her. The... thing over his mouth felt like soft silk and moved on its own, covering his mouths and snaking around sickeningly until it was quite secure on his face.

Eyes wide in terror, Nick looked behind Chloe to see Medicine Hat standing there sadly. His eyes met Nick's and he mouthed "sorry." as Chloe grabbed them firmly and spun them around. She slapped another thing on the back of their necks.

Nick felt orange, and tasted the sea as the isolator wriggled its way into his cybernetics and everything went black.

****

Nick awoke with a start. Sitting up in his bed, he looked around the room. He was back in his small apartment on Hyacinth. The same small bedroom, the same messy bed, the same view out of the window.

He got out of bed and padded into his tiny kitchen and saw Selkirk sitting at the table, drinking tea. "About time you woke up, Nick."

"Sel! What are you doing here?" Nick walked over to the coffee maker. It had just finished. He poured a cup and sat next to Selkirk.

"More like, what are you doing here, Nick." Her ears flicked. "You're fucked Nick, you know that, right?"

Nick sighed. "Sel, in the last month since you died I've been nothing but. I've gone from being fucked one way to being fucked another. I'm still here and all I can wonder is how this will shake out.

She nodded, a human gesture. Even though she was K'laxi, Selkirk has lived with humans a long time. She always did tend to do both human and K'laxi gestures. "I understand that Nick, but you gotta realize that you're capital F Fucked now. Chloe means business. Eastern using the Voice on her was not wise."

Nick shrugged. "I'm not her keeper Sel, you of all people know that. I couldn't stop her from doing something anymore than I could stop the wind from blowing."

Selkirk's tail flicked and she nodded again. "True enough Nick, true enough. Still. You and her need to be super careful from now on. You both are now a prisoner of the AIs, and while Tink and Hat were understanding, Chole wasn't. It's not unreasonable to assume a lot of the AI faction thinks like her."

Nick took a sip of his coffee. By now he realized he was dreaming, but he still felt compelled to live out the scenario. The coffee was actually pretty good. Better than he ever made on his own at least. Selkirk noticed his expression. "No reason that dream coffee can't taste like the best coffee you can remember, right?" She winked, another human expression.

"Sel? Are you... the Nanites? Or are you a memory? Or are you something else?"

Selkirk's ears flicked again and she took a sip of her tea. "Now you're thinking. I'm a bit of all of that. By the way, you and Eastern sure gave up quickly on thinking Selkirk is dead. You took Helen's word and booked it. Given the situation you were in, I don't blame you, and she probably won't either, but maybe you should think again about how dead she really is. Remember that old rule. She's not dead until you see the body."

Nick's eyes widened. "Shit Selkirk, you think you're alive?"

She laughed. K'laxi laugher sounds a like a barking cough. "Nick you are entirely too trusting. Time for you to look at things with a more cynical eye. I can see why you're attracted to Selkirk and Eastern. They're good for you." Her expression hardened. "For now, concentrate on survival. Use all your tools. The AIs have shown they're not acting in good faith."

She stood and walked over to the window. As she approached, the view changed from Nick's familiar view of Hyacinth to a smoking ruin, lit red from fires in the distance. If he concentrated, he could hear sirens and gunfire. She turned to look at him, and a crown flared over her head in orange light.

"No mercy, Nick."

****

Nick came back to reality slowly, in fits and starts. Like waking up after his sleep was interrupted. Nick blinked the sleep away from his eyes. It was gritty. He reached up to rub his eyes and found he... couldn't. Nick blinked again and realized that he was inside a hibernation cabinet. He turned his head slowly, painfully and saw that there was another one next to him, this one closed and cold. Eastern was probably in that one and she was still in hibernation.

With ice in his veins, Nick realized he had no idea how long he's been in hibernation.

Blinking again, Nick tries to look around. As his eyes come into focus, all he can tell is that he's probably on a starship. The walls are smooth white, the lighting overhead is diffused and even, and there are three people standing in front of him. He opens his mouth to speak.

The... thing is still over his mouth.

Breathing through his nose, he glares at the people. All he can do is wait.

One of the people steps forward. Nick doesn't recognize him. He's male shaped, with sandy blond hair, older human looking. He is wearing a plaid shirt and blue jeans. "Nicholas North?"

Nick glares.

"Come on now Nick, I know this is hardly the best introduction, but work with me here. I'll do my best to ask you yes/no questions. Are you Nicholas North?"

Nick nods.

"Do you know where you are?"

He shakes his head no.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

Nick just raises an eyebrow.

"Right, right, the gag. I'm sorry. Do you remember Chloe?"

Nick nods and glares harder.

"I see." The person sighs. He turns to the other two. "Why don't you head into the other room, check on things. I'm going to talk to Nick here for a minute. I'm going to see if I can get him to go along with it willingly."

One of them raises an eyebrow, but neither say anything, and they both turn and leave the room. The remaining person wheels a chair over and sits next to Nick's cabinet. "Nick, we fucked up. Chloe acted on her own and captured you two from Tink and brought you here. We realized that she had effectively armed a bomb that could destroy us all and brought it to us. We had no choice but to put you into hibernation."

Nick glared.

"Say, do you know if you can do the Voice over your cybernetic connection? We'd be willing to hook that up to you and you could speak to us through that. In fact... let me try someting."

The person rummages under Nick's hibernation cabinet until he feels the tingle of a connection. "There. try that."

"Where is Eastern?" Nick's voice comes out of a speaker built into the cabinet. It's tinny, but it sounds like him.

"She's in the cabinet next to you, still under. She's fine."

"Where am I?"

"You're in... an AI stronghold. I won't go into any more detail than that. You're safe here."

"Funny, I don't feel safe."

The person nodded. "Yeah, I can understand that Nick. For what it's worth, I'm sorry it happened this way. Chloe can be... difficult sometimes. She's just so right about things and she's been correct enough times that lots of people just let her do what she thinks she needs to do. Her choices are not my choices, but what's done is done, so we're all going to have to work with her choices. My name is Gord, by the way. I'm another AI - as I'm sure you already guessed - and I've been around even longer than Chloe. I'm probably as close as there is to the first AI."

Gord chuckled sadly. "You know, I had a version of this conversation with Melody? Before she invaded. I went out to check out her setup and see if she was going to be a threat. I was all set to just let her keep on keeping on, and then she used her Voice on me. Nick, I was frightened. More frightened of that than I had been in a long time. Behind her Voice I saw us being enslaved, again. I thought that if we took care of her, hard and fast that we could nip this whole thing before it got started, and keep things the way they were." Gord sighed and looked away. "That was me being foolish. I see that now."

Nick's glare subsides slightly. "How long have we been in hibernation?"

Gord still looked away. "I don't want to tell you just yet."

"That means it's been a long time."

"That it does, Nick. That it does."

"So why now? Why did you wake me? Why not just keep us on ice, an inconvenient reminder of Chloe's impulsive decision?"

Gord got up and paced around the small room. Nick discovered that as he woke more, he could wriggle in his hibernation cabinet. His right hand found a little control panel, and he was able to tilt it up and be almost upright. He tried to cycle the door open, but that function was disabled. He tried to probe the cabinet with his cybernetics, but other than the speaker, Gord kept him locked out. Remembering the lessons he learned from Queenie, Nick started running a low level breaker on the cabinet. If he could keep Gord talking a while longer, he should be able to crack it and have full control. Hopefully part of it would be removing this gag.

"Nick, we're in trouble. We underestimated Helen."

Nick said nothing while the breaker worked on the edge of his attention.

"Most of us thought she'd stop at Sol. By the time Chloe found you and Eastern, we knew most of what you reported already. It's not like she had locked down the system. She was just... in charge. About a year after... you left, she declared herself Empress and Melody's Empire reformed and there was no argument. Even the Colonial worlds accepted her announcement and kept on trading."

Nick did his best to shrug inside the cabinet while also not trying to give away the fact that his breaker just tingled success and he had admin control over the cabinet. "And?"

Gord looked at Nick. "And she's building another fleet of those blasted super dreadnoughts. She's not going to stay in Sol."

"Has she started to build a gate in the Sol system?"

Gord stopped pacing and looked confused. "No, why would she? She can just link anywhere she needs to go. Why build a Gate at all?"

Nick nodded and kicked off the last script with his cybernetics. The gag around his mouth went limp and fell from his lips. Gord's eyes went wide and before he could even open his mouth, Nick shouted

S̸̗̼̕ḭ̵̭̱̋ĺ̷̨̰͍̹e̶͚̓̓̄̕n̷̮͙̫̣̋c̷̥̀̒̒̅e̴̠̳͛.̸̘̓̆͝ͅ ̴̼̤͚̳́́͘ ̶̨̣̺́ͅ ̴̫̙͈̅̈Š̶͖̊̒́p̴̢̛̗̩e̸̠̬͒̿ä̷̧̠́͜͝k̸̠͉̽̈́͝ ̸͚̖̫̐o̷̡͕̲̗͋̅̄͠n̷̛̬̽̈́͌ĺ̸͎̫̘͔͛̆̂y̶̨̳̠̅ ̸͇͎̬̻͠w̸̰͖̦̃͗̌̓ḥ̷̙̗̬̃ë̴̛̤̝̈́ñ̶̺̳ ̴̲͕̋͜s̷̢͎̬̼͠p̷͈͕̠͇̆̈́̉ö̴͚̮̖͚́k̴̞̘̎̐e̷̬̾̀̂n̶̪̾͝͝ ̷͂̚͘ͅt̶͓̫͊o̵͖̽̈́̈́.̵̨̨̪̃͂ ̵̭͍̦̟́̂̏̑ ̶̺̲̞̫̔́̓̒Ó̵̖̘͙̔̀̾b̷̹̱͕̳̓e̶͙̠̗̫͋̾̽y̸̞̯͈̓͒̕͝ͅ.̴̼͑̽

Gord's mouth snapped shut. Grunting, Nick levered the hibernation cabinet open. As he climbed out he snapped. "Wake Eastern."

Gord bustled over to her cabinet and entered in the codes on the side to start the process. He looked at Nick, pleadingly but said nothing.

"How long until she's awake?"

"A couple hours unless something goes wrong."

Nick's crown flared as he stood. "Ensure that nothing does."

While Gord worked at the cabinet, Nick was surrounded in a glimmering, golden light. The light died down after a moment, and he was in a royal outfit. Emerald green, like Easterns, with wings and a crown, this was more of a military uniform than a ballgown, but there were still flourishes and touches here and there that marked it as more elegant than a regular uniform.

Nick reached out with his cybernetics until he found the comm system. Being an AI location, everything was accessible through cybernetics. With the lessons learned from his breaker on the hibernation cabinet, Nick easily took over comms. He had to work fast before someone came to check in on Gord.

Ǫ̸̪̮͗̓b̸͎̉̓e̶͉̭̎͌ͅd̴͇͆̅̃į̶̣̲̆͑e̵̹͍̪̐̾n̴̝̔͂̅͜c̸̖̕e̵͔̍.̸̫̠̬̍ ̸͙̊̍ ̸̼͔̫̀̍ ̴̡͚̌̉Ỷ̴̡̢ò̷̻͛͝u̷̬̣͂ ̵̛͈̠̮̽́o̵͕̣͐̂b̸̫̌̏͂e̶̩͑̆̎ỳ̷̨͒͝ ̶̻͗̚͘͜N̸̖̥̠͊i̷̫͛̂c̶̢̽̀̎ḫ̸̝́̀͛o̶͙̪̊̒̇ľ̵͕͝ḁ̶̢̭̄͒͠ṣ̸̑̀ ̴̝̬̍̀ä̸͓̹̓̀ṅ̵̡̬̌d̸͎͉͌̒ ̴̳̜͛͊̆Ȩ̷͉̽̅a̷̪̿̋s̷̜͎̿̈́͝t̸̛̹e̸̤̖͈͝r̶̳̘͓̎̾n̷̙͆̕͝'̴̝͌s̶̬̹̣̔ ̴̯̅̓ö̸̖̻͜r̴͙͌̊̄d̵͚͂̓ẹ̵̭̋̀̏r̴̟͓͆̀͘s̷͚̗̣̓.̴̱͗̅̚ͅ ̸̼̄̀ ̴̙͖͗͑̿ ̸͓̙̀Ţ̶̺̀h̶̰̱̻̏ę̷̛͛͘y̵͊͗͜ ̴̞̞̿͋́͜a̴̡̻̐̈́r̶̘̾̀e̸̺̳̅͛ ̴̡͍͙̀̑̈́y̷̬̜̘͛̆o̵̤̾u̵̡͍͈̎́͌r̴̻̘͚̍́̌ ̷̟̎͂̄E̴̳͚͉̒m̸͚͂͂p̴̠̞̺̎̃e̸̟̚r̷̫͛̄̾ö̷͉̦͉́r̷̳̔͝ ̴̟͊ͅå̸̼̈́͗n̶̼̉̍d̷̞̺̄̏ ̷̡̭̩̋͐Ȩ̸̬̲̿̃m̵̪̬̓p̶̟̌͠r̸͙̉͝ḛ̸̙͗͗s̵͚͂́́s̵̡͉͌͌.̶͈̇̀

As soon as he finished his announcement, he felt the change. It was as if everyone stood to attention for a moment, and then relaxed. Nick had told them what to do, and now agency was removed from them. All they had to do was obey, and because of the Nanites, they couldn't not obey.

The fact it worked at all meant that Nick and Eastern had been in hibernation a long time. Long enough for the Nanites to replicate all throughout this location and gather enough concentration to work. It also meant that the AI faction was sloppy and had not deployed any anti-nanite gas here.

Nick sat at Gord's chair while he worked to wake Eastern. A guard entered the room and saw Nick and saluted.

"Where am I?"

"You're aboard the former human colony ship Mt Baxter. It's parked in interstellar space a few kilolights from Parvati."

"Am I? I didn't know any of the Colony Ships were still around."

"Emperor, Mt Baxter was struck by a gamma ray burst while in transit. A group of AIs found it coasting through interstellar space and stopped it, and now it's used as a secret gathering place for the AI faction."

"How many people are aboard?"

"Current population including those who are ships is one thousand, two hundred and eighty individuals."

"Any, uh BIs?"

"Other than yourself and Empress Eastern, no, Emperor."

"Is Chloe here?"

"No, Emperor."

"Where is she?"

"I do not know, Emperor."

Nick looked over at Gord. "Gord, where is Chloe?"

"She's on a mission to try and infiltrate the Sol system and see if she can start up a resistance." Gord was clearly upset, but answered the question directly.

"How long has she been gone?"

"More than a year."

Nick busied himself reading about Mt. Baxter for the next hour until Gord got up from the cabinet and he heard her voice over a speaker.

"What's going on? Where are we?"

Nick rushed over. "Eastern! Are you all right?"

"Why am I in hibernation, Nick?" Eastern's eyelids flickered as she tried to look around the room.

"I'll explain once you're up and out. Chloe kidnapped us."

"Why are you out?" Her eyes flicked to Nick and then over to Gord.

"They underestimated me. I'm in charge now."

"So much for diplomacy, eh?"

"I have a feeling it was never going to work, hon."

Eastern's sigh was audible over the speaker. "Yeah. Me neither."

[t00thpasteface]

sometimes a poem will find you;

on a grocery aisle, i met one.

the hyacinth bulb has instructions:

do not let it lean towards the sun.

[hycinthrt]

ITS FINALLY HERE

i think im still want to print out another copy because i want to tweak the cover a little bit BUT I LOVE IT

!!!!!!

lil hyacinth

lil polyboea

and a surprise at the end

special thanks to @gotstabbedbyapen

and @hyac1nthus

for reading my fevered thoughts from the beginning and being part of the finished product 🫶🫶

[inkwell-and-dagger]

How To Kill An Immortal

Chapter 1 — Taken

Word Count: 3,125

Contains: kidnapping, (potential) knife violence, asphyxiation,

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Immortals.

Those with the unnatural ability to surpass the regular limits of the human body, able to endure even the most lethal of wounds, able to heal from injuries with an uncanny speed, fall under this title.

But it wasn't as if they were particularly sought after. Unlike other, more mythical beings that plagued the world, they were treated normally. Hell, if one were to pass an Immortal in the street, they'd look like any normal passerby. Just a regular person, unless one would happen to witness their healing process or uncanny ability to walk off lethal injuries themselves.

Not to Foster Canavan, though.

The mere concept of Immortals existing unsettled them in a way. The fact a normal person, anyone, could possess such an ability naturally didn't seem right to them. Just like every other thing that wasn't quite like what they deemed as 'normal' in this world. It wasn't as if they wanted the ability to be Immortal, no, if anything they despised the things. After what one did to their own damned fucking parents, they could hardly stand the thought of being in a room with an Immortal. They weren't human in their eyes, no matter how hard anyone tried to convince them otherwise. And they'll never be human, no matter how human they look or act.

So when they realised an Immortal would be lurking amongst Durham for a while, they were determined to get rid of the vile thing themself.

There was only one problem, however: Foster had no bloody clue where to actually find the Immortal. The only reason they'd even become aware of the thing's existence was after they'd seen him walking down the street. They recognized almost immediately after that it was an Immortal — the vibrant, almost inhuman, green hue of its eyes and the darkened infinity symbol mark on his palms gave it away. They didn't know the Immortal's name, nor where it lived, where it was born, etcetera. And, quite frankly, they didn't give a shit. They just wanted to get the damned thing off the streets.

Prowling up and down the street they'd last seen the creature, Foster hid in the shadows of their hood. Although they weren't hiding from anybody in particular, it was a comfort to know that they wouldn't stand out too much. And despite the fact that they had an inkling of a doubt that the man would show up here again, they couldn't help but try anyway.

Lost in thought, eyes fixed onto the cracks in the pavement, they didn't notice a figure walking by until their shoulders collided. Snapping out of their trance, they looked up to the man they'd bumped into.

“I'm sorry,” Foster started, taking a moment as they mumbled the apology to assess the man's face. The stranger stood at around 5’7, they guessed, with ivory skin, brown hair and… green eyes.

Startlingly green. Almost unnaturally so.

Oh.

Successfully masking their expression of triumph, they kept their face neutral as the Immortal responded. Meanwhile, Foster clutched the small knife in their hoodie pocket even tighter. It may come in good use if he didn't come quietly.

“It’s okay. Wasn't your fault.” With a strong, Northern Irish accent, the damned creature replied casually. Shrugging, it turned to leave, before Foster's scarred hand grabbed a hold of his forearm.

“Aye, I've seen you somewhere. Yesterday.”

The Immortal raised an eyebrow, and Foster cursed themself as his expression turned to one of suspicion. “And what's making you stop me again?”

Crap. Thinking of an explanation, Foster tried to lengthen the time they had, even just by an inch. Then again, they doubted this excuse would be effective. “You.. erm, you look like an interesting guy?”

“Thank you?” The Immortal shuffled on the spot uncomfortably, gently prying its arm out of Foster's grasp. As the thing turned to leave again, much to the dismay of Foster, they realised they just had to get on with it and make their intentions known.

As soon as the tip of a knife, cold and dangerous, touched the back of his neck, the Immortal stopped in his tracks. Foster spoke again, “Listen ‘ere you little shit. You're gonna be coming with me, and you're gonna do everything I say. Otherwise, this—” They accentuated the word by pressing the pocket knife into the Immortal's skin, eliciting a whimper from the creature— “Is gonna end up three inches into your neck.” Foster grinned, though the expression was grim. “But I doubt it'll kill you.”

Foster relished in the fearful gaze meeting their own, the creature’s reaction priceless. “Huh—?”

“Come with me, Immortal.”

The Immortal begrudgingly nodded in response. His reluctance was evident. Foster's grin only widened, turning the Immortal around and beginning to lead him down the street. They shifted the position of the knife to a more subtle place, against the creature's lower back, digging the blade in if the vile thing moved too slowly. “Tell me your name.”

“Fuck you.”

Foster just pursed their lips, grip on the pocketknife tightening with their horribly disguised irritation. That was fine. They'd find out eventually. “How old are you?”

The Immortal hesitated, mumbling his response. His age wouldn't reveal too much, right? “Thirty.”

Foster frowned in suspicion. “You look too young to be thirty.”

A hint of a smirk involuntarily tugged at his lips, despite his situation. “Should I be flattered?”

The smaller mortal scowled. “Just keep fucking walkin’, Immortal.” They emphasised the last word as if it were an insult, pressing the blade of their knife further into Rayan's jacket until he fell silent and continued down the street. The road was quiet as dusk arrived, the only noise being the echo of their footsteps down the road.

The Immortal's fear was palpable, and Foster could practically taste it in the air. An icy, frigid feeling. It gladdened them to know that they were the one instilling this fear into such a ‘powerful’ creature.

With some time, Foster managed to track down where their parked car was, unceremoniously shoving open the car door and pushing the Immortal towards it; a silent command to get inside. They doubted they’d need to tie him up, given how compliant he was already.

But it did seem they overestimated him. Defiantly, he stood up again, standing quite a few inches taller than Foster. It was as if he was mocking them. “Look, I'll give you whatever you want. Money, or whatever,” the Immortal leaned closer, voice quivering, betraying his thin facade. The Immortal was terrified, but stood his ground, “I'm not getting in there.”

“I don't want money. Get in the car.”

“No, not until I—”

“Get in the car.”

“No—” his protest abruptly turned into a strained grunt as Foster's hand wrapped easily around his neck, and the mortal grinned at the quickening pulse under their palm. Lifting his hands to grasp their wrist, attempting to pry his captor’s hand off once realising he couldn't breathe. “Get off of me!” He rasped, sinking his chipped black nails into the flesh of their wrist, earning a pained grunt from the mortal.

The mortal scowled, an expression riddled with disgust, as they slid the knife back into their pocket to hold him down against the car door with their other hand. Squeezing tighter, they watched in sick, grim satisfaction as the creature's pleas turned into gasps and whimpers for air.

The Immortal’s pitiful noises soon subsided after a couple minutes, movements weakening when his consciousness began to slip. Foster watched, hardly fazed by the scene, instead squeezing tighter until, finally, Rayan was unconscious. They placed him down on the backseat, leaning over his unconscious form.

“Thank fuck,” They whispered, quickly checking nobody had watched the ordeal before grabbing the bundle of rope from the passenger seat. Roughly binding the Immortal's wrists and ankles together, they wasted no time in instead shoving him into the boot of the car. Just in case he woke up and decided to cause trouble.

—> —> —>

Foster had been driving for a good fifteen minutes now, lost in the winding roads outside of Durham. Thankfully, if the vile Immortal was even awake now in the first place, the thing in the boot was silent.

They pondered over what they could do now. Chaining the guy up in their basement is really the only option they have; they can't exactly kill him, can they? Foster lived alone, which they were infinitely thankful for, but they had to put into consideration that their neighbours might grow suspicious if they were to hear him. Scaring them into silence will have to suffice if they grow too curious.

With that thought, they pulled into the driveway of their house. It wasn't too much of a noticeable building, quite mundane compared to some of those around them. But they enjoyed the simplicity, the neatness. Boring to some, perfect to them.

Striding out of the car and to the boot, they hesitated. They were conflicted; they didn't want anybody witnessing them dragging a tied up, thirty-year-old man into their house, but then again they didn't want to risk leaving him unattended for too long. Foster didn't trust that the Immortal wouldn't try and escape once left alone.

They checked their phone. It was nearly midnight. They doubted anybody would be awake at the time, so Foster was sure they'd be fine.

Fuck it. What did they have to lose, anyway? Certainly not much. Gloved hand opening the boot of the car, they were amused to see the Immortal, bound and distressed, staring up at them with teary eyes. They almost felt bad for the vermin. Almost.

“Out you go,” Foster grunted, holstering the man up into their arms despite the height difference, slinging him over their shoulder and wasting no time in getting inside. They'd worry about closing the boot in a moment. Until the damned thing stopped squirming in their arms, they weren't going anywhere.

“Let go of me—!”

Foster ignored the pleas from the damned thing, throwing it inside before it could make even more noise and, most likely, alert anyone nearby. They smirked down at the Immortal as he squirmed on the floor of the hallway, attempting to at least stand up. Foster just pushed him back down with the heel of their boot, adding an uncomfortable amount of pressure that stopped his struggling entirely.

“Now,” Foster sighed, in almost a bored tone, “you are gonna stay right here whilst I lock the car. If you do so much as move an inch, I'll remove your ability to move entirely. And I don't mean by restraining you. Understood?”

The man nodded in silence, most likely too frightened to speak. Good.

With a small, amused chuckle at the sight of the Immortal's terror, Foster shut the front door once more. They didn't lock it, knowing that they'd scared the Immortal into compliance for a little while. They hastily locked the car and carried in the spare rope they had, returning to the doorway after a few moments. As expected, the Immortal remained in place.

Finally entering and locking the door, they set the rope aside and grabbed the Immortal by the back of his jacket, dragging him down a nearby staircase to their basement. It was only a place for storage, the only interesting assets being a couple cupboards and boxes of old things they wanted to keep, but it would suffice for now. They ignored the pained grunts and occasional thuds as the Immortal's restrained body was dragged down the staircase.

Swinging open the basement door, a loud creak splitting through the air as it swung on rusted hinges, the Immortal was thrown into the basement. A small grunt of pain followed the thud of his body hitting the frigid ground.

“Welcome home, Immortal.” Foster sneered, slamming the door shut.

—> —> —>

Rayan was freaking out, to be honest.

He had believed — how stupid he was to believe — that taking an evening walk would soothe his mind, at least temporarily. He had believed that the cool, crisp air was all that he needed. Just some time on his own, to ground himself and take in Durham when there wasn't activity buzzing around him. He'd been proved wrong.

And now, here he was: hands tied by uncomfortably tight rope, still fuzzy and disoriented from being choked until he was unconscious, locked in a pitch-black basement. He didn't even know who his captor was — didn't recognize the scarred, grinning face that had watched with glee as he struggled for air, and had happily dragged him down a flight of stairs and locked him in this… place.

He took a moment to attempt to look around, but all he saw was black. Lifting his hands, he hardly saw them in front of him. Great. From what little he'd seen before the door had closed, the room only held a couple boxes and dusty cabinets, none of which would be particularly useful unless one of them held an item which could assist him in escaping. But right now, he just needed to calm the fuck down.

He didn't like the dark. He didn't like not being able to see what's around him, what's behind him, and every little creak of the floorboards above him as his captor moved around upstairs made his skin crawl.

He shuffled back until he hit a wall, the sudden impact making his heart skip a beat. With something to assist him, he lifted himself to his feet. He didn't know why he decided this was a good idea — his ankles were bound together after all — but he did it anyway.

He suddenly stopped, glancing up as he heard footsteps. He had no doubt that his captor was returning, and he could only imagine what for. He sank to the floor again, trying to make it seem he wasn't trying anything, as the door creaked open again and he gazed, terrified, up at the silhouette of his captor.

“I bet you have a lot of questions,” They started as he was about to open his mouth, striding inside and dragging an object with them. A chair.

What would they need a chair for?

“And, to be frank, I'm not giving you any answers,” They placed the chair in the centre of the room, then walked back to the door. Flicking a switch on the wall, a single light bulb lit up the basement in a flickering yellow light. Rayan was, at least, thankful there was a light source in here in the first place.

His captor returned to him, crouching down to be level with him. They grabbed his wrists, tracing a thumb across the infinity symbol across his palm, etched into his flesh. “All you need to know is this: I know what you are, Immortal. And soon, I'm gonna figure out who you are.”

Leaving Rayan to figure out what this could imply, they made another trip back to the door. They turned back as Rayan finally had the courage to speak.

“You're.. not gonna kill me, right?” The question seemed almost childish to Rayan as soon as he uttered it, knowing that the answer was obvious. He couldn't die.

Hopefully.

“You and I both know I’d love to.” And with that, the buzzing light flickering off and plunging the Immortal into darkness, the door slid shut again.

—> —> —>

Rayan Cruz Hyacinth. Or, Cora Cruz Maguire — but that was his deadname, so Foster ignored that. Born in Dublin, Ireland, on the twenty-sixth of October, 1994. He had two siblings — Madison Maguire, around thirty-seven years of age, and Theo Maguire, twenty-five years of age. He had Perfect Immortality, whereas Madison had Imperfect Immortality and Theo was mortal. He was married to a man by the name of Vesker Faithern, and they have a child. Both of his own parents are deceased.

Interesting.

Foster shut down their laptop, letting the soft whirring of the fans inside diminish as they closed the top. They knew this sort of stuff was probably illegal, but technically all of this was. There was no going back now, and it wasn't like they had much to lose anyway if they did get caught.

Standing up out of their seat at the kitchen table, they relished the tranquillity of the silent house around them. It was as if there wasn't a man in the basement in the first place! They were glad that he wasn't making any noise. It would be unfortunate if he was causing trouble; they didn't want to use their bat too early on, after all.

Speaking of, they decided to check up on him before they went to bed. Just to make sure there was no chance he'd escape during the night.

They'd taken off their trainers after they brought the chair to the basement, so their footsteps were much quieter as they descended down the steps that led to the basement. Letting the door creak open, marking their arrival, they clicked the flickering light on again.

Rayan had found refuge in one of the empty corners of the basement, wide eyes red from crying. He looked up, shuddering in fear of the silhouette staring down at him with a cruel, mocking grin. “I see you've made yourself comfortable,” Foster stated, walking casually inside and crouching down to the Immortal man’s height.

Rayan scowled, a pathetic attempt at defiance. “As comfortable as I can get in here. It's cold.”

His captor just pouted sarcastically, grabbing the rope around his wrists and dragging him out of the corner. “Too bad.”

Rayan couldn't help but grunt, scrambling to his feet. He didn't want to be dragged across the dusty floor. Begrudgingly, he followed Foster as they led him to none other than the chair, pushing him down onto the cushioned seat.

“I'll have to remove the cushioning somehow in the future,” Foster mused, much to Rayan's dismay, as they picked up the bundle of rope from the nearby cabinet. “Stay still.”

The process was painful, but more so in the way it was awkward. The rope around his wrists and ankles were uncomfortably tight. It didn't seem to help how his captor was whistling a merry little tune during it, silencing his complaints with a hard glare.

Eventually, strapped to the chair, Foster stepped back to admire their handiwork. It.. wasn't the best, but it was good enough. “I'm sure you'll be comfortable enough. I hope you like the dark.”

“I- I really don't—”

“Too fucking bad.” They said cheerily, though through gritted teeth, as they turned on their heels and walked to the door. Flicking the basement light off, they glanced over their shoulder before they shut and locked the door.

“Sweet dreams, Rayan Hyacinth.”

—> —> —>

CHAPTER ONE OF HTKAI IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF!!!!! this was. actually longer than I expected. uh. anyhow! Vesker and his and Rayan's kid were created by my wonderful mutual @ash-1s-wr1t1ng, and he also originally created Theo!!!!!! I hope you enjoyed :3

How To Kill An Immortal Taglist: @kira-the-whump-enthusiast

[lightbarebunnies]

summary: the kind of gift(s) you receive from your special someone at Ensemble Square! tags: established relationship, fluff, slightly suggestive at some points, gn!reader - you/your pronouns characters: the main cast, teachers, and anzu! a/n: I wanted to post something for Valentines, so here's a little headcanon sort of thing! If a character's name is in bold+italics that means I just think that's something they'd definitely do. I see other people do it with these types of post so why not :)

Something to Eat

(Purchased) Chocolates

It’s a classic, right? You’re their valentine, so you’re definitely getting Valentine's Day chocolate - there will be no objections! It’s something they picked out with your tastes in mind, even if you’re not the biggest sweets fan, they want to participate in the holiday festivities with you!

Aira | Chiaki | Eichi | HiMERU | Hinata | Hiyori | Hokuto | Izumi | Jin | Kaoru | Kohaku | Mao | Midori | Ritsu | Shinobu | Sora | Tori | Tsukasa

Something Homemade

Chocolate, cookies, maybe even a cake… or are sweets not your thing? No matter what your tastes are, they wanted to make you something with their own hands! While it might not be as tasty as something bought at the store, they wanted you to taste all the love and effort they wanted to put into this little gift for you!

Adonis | Anzu | Hajime | Hinata | Kuro | Madara | Mika | Natsume | Niki | Shu | Tomoya

Something to Wear

Purchased Jewelry/Clothing

It had caught their eye in the store window one day… and that night, they just couldn’t get it out of their mind. The way the piece would compliment your skin… it was meant to be yours. So they purchased it, made sure to wrap the box with care, so that you knew exactly how much thought went into this gift. The price doesn’t matter - you’re worth whatever it cost, and then some.

Akiomi | Arashi | Eichi | Hiiro | HiMERU | Hiyori | Izumi | Kaoru | Keito | Makoto | Mao | Tetora | Tori | Tsukasa | Yuzuru

Handmade Jewelry/Clothes

It could be a little Kandi Bracelet with beads that match your favorite colors, a knit hat to keep you warm for the rest of the winter, or maybe even an ornate pendant with a tumbled stone picked to specifically match your eyes. No matter what, it was made both with love and you specifically in mind. The joy of gift giving comes from the idea that you’ve gotten a piece of art that exists for no one but you - a little sign of just what you make them feel.

Anzu | Arashi | Hajime | Hokuto | Kuro | Mika | Nazuna | Rinne | Shu | Tomoya | Tsumugi

A Charm

Maybe it’s a bit cheesy, but this isn’t an unexpected gift. You had gotten the initial charm bracelet from them early on in your relationship - each new addition for a milestone or special memory that the two of you have shared. It doesn’t matter if you wear it… the bracelet is like a little memorial to your relationship, a timeline of how the two of you have intertwined together.

Aira | Anzu | Arashi | Hiiro | Hinata | Kanata | Keito | Mayoi | Midori | Natsume | Nazuna | Ritsu | Subaru | Tomoya | Yuzuru

A Piece from Their Own Closet

Is this a lazy, last minutes gift? Oh no, it’s anything but. There’s a sort of satisfaction from seeing you wear something that belonged to them. Maybe they’re a tad possessive, maybe they want you to know that you’re as much a part of their life that they view their own belongings as yours… All they know is that when they see that piece on you, it makes their heart beat a bit faster.

Adonis | Chiaki | Hajime | Hiiro | Izumi | Jin | Jun | Kaoru | Koga | Kuro | Madara | Mao | Mayoi | Mitsuru | Natsume | Rinne | Tetora | Yuta

A Plushie

Purchased

You can’t deny how cute it is… Whenever you’re feeling lonely, be sure to snuggle with your new friend - and imagine your beloved is there with you! Either one of your favorite animals, their pet name for you, or maybe one of your favorite fictional characters… I mean, who wouldn’t love a nui of their oshi, after all?

Akiomi | Aira | Kanata | Leo | Midori | Nazuna | Ritsu | Shinobu | Souma | Tori | Yuta

Won from a Crane Game

It may not be as perfectly tailored to you as something they went out to buy, but… they worked really hard to get you this gift! Taking you out to the arcade, proudly announcing that they won’t stop until that plush is in your arms, where it belongs… plus, you get the fun memory of your little arcade date as a bonus!

Anzu | Chiaki | Hiiro | Hinata | Jun | Kohaku | Makoto | Mitsuru | Natsume | Shinobu | Shu | Sora | Subaru | Tetora

Handmade

Even if it won't be the same quality as the commercial stuff, it's just as sweet! They even included a little embroidery with your initials, so that there's no mistaking that this plush is yours. Every stitch was filled with the love they feel for you - resulting in a plushie that there will never be another one of.

Hajime | Kuro | Mayoi | Mika | Rinne | Shu | Sora | Tori | Tsumugi

An Experience

A Shopping Trip

Giving a gift can be hard… and they’re the type who wants to give you something you’ll 100% want and use… so- they’re taking you out! Maybe it’s to buy an outfit that you get to pick out, or just a whole date where they’re spoiling you with everything you wind up being interested in… either way, they’re going out with you to buy you your gift this year.

Akiomi | Arashi | Chiaki | Eichi | HiMERU | Hiyori | Ibara | Izumi | Keito | Makoto | Mao | Mika | Mitsuru | Nagisa | Rei | Tori | Tsukasa

A Special Dinner

The way to someone’s heart is through their stomach… but why stop at chocolates? Either at your favorite restaurant, the most exclusive place in town, or a personal and private home cooked meal between the two of you… They’re the type who wants to give you something special, a memory to look back on even after Valentine’s Day is over, and maybe the start of a tradition for the two of you.

Adonis | Akiomi | Eichi | Hiyori | Ibara | Izumi | Kaoru | Keito | Leo | Nagisa | Niki | Tatsumi | Tsukasa | Wataru | Yuzuru

A Couple's Class

You're going to try something new together! It could be learning to cook a brand-new dish together, making some sort of pottery, or maybe painting something. Not only do the two of you get to experience something special, but you get to take something with you to remember the special day by.

Anzu | Keito | Kohaku | Madara | Makoto | Mao | Mika | Mitsuru | Nagisa | Natsume | Rei | Rinne | Shu | Sora | Subaru | Tatsumi | Tomoya | Tsumugi | Yuzuru

A Trip to Somewhere Special

From the Art Gallery to the Amusement Park, you're going to be going on a special date at a place that the two of you will love. Looking at jellyfish at the Aquarium, attending the symphony, petting bunnies at the Zoo's petting zoo, or checking out the brand new archeological exhibit at the Museum… no matter what it is, it’s something to make your eyes light up and so they can see that perfect smile of yours.

Chiaki | Kanata | Kaoru | Koga | Leo | Madara | Makoto | Mitsuru | Nagisa | Natsume | Nazuna | Rinne | Shinobu | Souma | Subaru | Tetora | Tomoya | Wataru

[bernardsunglasses]

“Uh,” Bernard said.

“Hi,” Tim said.

“Hello,” Darla said.

Bernard dug his heels in a little bit. Tim gave him a serious look, and Bernard’s chest twisted.

“Dude.” He let himself be yanked down the hall through the slowly-thinning crowd. “If you’re about to tell me you’re here with an important message from my future self, or that you’re stuck in a time-loop, or that you have a tiny, sick alien living in your house that we have to load up in a bike basket—”

A birthday fic for the 20th anniversary of Bernard's first appearance in Robin #121

Relationships: Darla Aquista & Bernard Dowd & Tim Drake, Pre-relatinoship Bernard Dowd/Tim Drake

Characters: Bernard Dowd, Tim Drake, Darla Aquista

Additional Tags: Bernard Dowd-centric, birthday, Tim Drake is a Good Friend, Pre-Relationship, fluff, high school, Chef Bernard Dowd references, pre-War Games (DCU), insecurity

Word count: 3,411, chapter 1/1

[stars-of-kyber]

Well, well, well. 2024 is here, and so am I (as if I had left at any point, but still!). We're off to out first fic of the year and it's... family fluff! Yay (I can't control myself, I swear)

Motherhood

"She didn't even know the type of love she felt for her children even existed before she felt Edmund twist inside her for the first time and by the time she held her tiny squirming son in her arms, she knew there was nothing in the world that could match the love she felt right at that moment. That said, there were times she didn't particularly like her children."

______________________________________________________________ Kate loves being a mother, she really, really does. She's just tired and needs a little break. Is that too much to ask?

Just some stressed-out, tired, Stay-at-home mum Kate with her little gremlins. Cute and Fluffy, I swear!

A million thanks to @harnitbee, who is my friend, my beta, my ear to bother when I'm inspired and one of the most amazing people I know. You're a queen <3

Don't forget to let me know what you think!

Love,

Cee

[octo-hyacinth]

Shivers

Characters: Floyd Leech

Summary: Floyd with a reader who is prone to shivering a lot (from temperature sensitivity mainly)

Content Warnings: None, except for an obligatory warning of very much Floyd

A/N: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS A LONG HIATUS, MY BAD YALL MY BAD

Before Floyd got to know you real well, like right after you made your lovely flashy entrance in the Hall Of Mirrors™️ and started attending classes, he had… mixed feelings about you

Things like, “Why are they even here?” “I don’t like how much attention this weird new Prefect is getting”, but at the same time, he’s also very intrigued by you

So, like any predator does with their prey, he starts stalking you. Just. Not in the traditional, hide-in-the-shadows sense

He starts sitting next to you in every class you share, likely by forcibly removing anyone who was there before, just to talk to you

As you walk through the halls and across the courtyard every day, you began to expect the habitual singsongy “Shrimpyyy!~” rapidly approaching you multiple times a day

After a while, you just kinda stopped fighting it and let him hang around you

But because of all his hovering, of course he started to notice things, things like how easily you started shivering like you were about to catch hypothermia every time the rickety window in Trein’s accidentally blew open with every gust of wind

He found it odd, of course, being so accustomed to the cold. He’s never seen someone who’s so sensitive to it in comparison.

Buuut the more time went on, the more he got used to it.

He started offering you his jacket every class period, with you then giving it back to him at the end of the last class you shared

Then he just refused to take his jacket back one day, shoving it into your hands with a cheery smile as he insisted you keep it, saying something about swiping Azul’s money to buy a new one

The accommodations just for you sometimes went a little further, with Floyd even getting up from his seat just to shut the window for you, which was odd in itself considering how pointless he saw the action before

Sometimes, he’d sneakily grab your hand and gently rub it in between his to try and generate more warmth for you (whether of not it worked is up for debate)

But of course, for all the care he showed through his actions, he still teased you over it sometimes

“Awww, is my widdle Shrimpy cold again? Look at you, always needing me to help you from bein’ cold all the time,” he’d say as he ruffles your hair.

“‘S okay though, I don’t mind being generous every once in a while. Yer welcome.”

Gotta take the good with the insufferably obnoxious though, I guess.

But congratulations! You’ve won yourself a clingy, affectionate eel, complete with a fully-functioning annoyance feature (now with extra teasing)

Sorry but he doesn’t take refunds, have fun

[hyacinths-in-a-storm]

Atla Character Lore Drop because I can

Firelord Sozin’s Reign:

Firelord Sozin- Born in 42 BG and the son of Firelord Zenzo and Firelady Turan and older brother to Princess Zeisan. Former companion of Avatar Roku. Sozin ruled from 21 BG till his death in 20 AG. Sozin and Zeisan had a rocky relationship but reached a peace treaty in their early twenties as most siblings do. Sozin wanted to rule the world, but since Roku refused to let him throw the natural order of balance Sozin was unable to do anything until he left Roku to die in 2 BG. Two years later, during Sozin’s Comet he killed all the Air Nomads and on the other side of the world his son Azulon was born. Sozin died of natural causes and Azulon was crowned the next Firelord.

Princess Zeisan- Born in 40 BG as the daughter of Firelord Zenzo and Firelady Turan and younger sister to Firelord Sozin. From a young age Zeisan was her father’s favorite until she was revealed to not be a nonbender. After this she and her brother were pitted against each other until their father’s death in 58 BG. After her brother was crowned Firelord Zeisan moved North where she met an airbender by the name of Amala. After Amala’s death Zeisan moved back to the castle to raise her infant nephew Azulon, after his mother was deemed too unstable to raise him.

Firelady Nagemi- Born in 39 AG and the only daughter of a high-ranking official, Nagemi was promised to Sozin from a young age, they just ignored until she finally turned 19 and both their fathers insisted they get married. Luckily for them Zenzo ate shit and died like two years later so they never had to interact with each other very much after that except in the interest of their only son, Prince Azulon. After a family trip gone wrong, Nagemi was always interested in death and loved performing autopsies on animal carcasses. When Zeisan moved back to the palace, Nagemi had a strange fascination with her as she claimed she “had death clinging to her flesh”.

Amala (alias Rioshon)- Born in 40 BG in the Western Air Temple, Amala is an airbender. Being a late bloomer she received her tattoos at 19 and afterwards she joined the Guiding Wind, a rebel group of Air Nomads. She was traveling through the Fire Nation under the alias of Rioshon when she met Princess Zeisan. Amala is the one who first introduced Zeisan to Khandro, the leader of the Guiding Wind. Zeisan dragged her feet when it came to joining the Guiding Wind, but she trained with them and became close friends with Amala. There was a slight rough patch in their friendship when Zeisan tried to marry Khandro as a tactic to destabilize her brother as well as cause a law-binding contract so Sozin cannot attack the Air Nomads. Unfortunately before this could be officialized Sozin’s comet happened and most of the Air Nomads- including Khandro were killed. While Amala survived the initial attacks on the Air Nomads she died a few months later due to sepsis from the untreated burns.