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bansheeoftheforest · 3 years

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Uh, is there still an angst break? Ignore this ask until your ready if so 👉😎👉

What was the au where Jekylls pushed down the stairs and experiences a skull crackening again? Oh well but I've been thinking of a branch of that where Jekyll doesn't know hes dead like all day. I also cant remember if that was already discussed or not

The lodgers patch him up, he complains of a headache, and goes on his merry way! He's confused why all the lodgers are so nervous and being nice to him all of the sudden, why creature is looking at him with a stange mix of empathy and pity. He was told he fell down the stairs, fell unconscious, and obtained a bit of an injury. He cant fathom why Frankenstein is "The only doctor who can treat him" why he has to constantly go to her for checkups. Why Maijabi is suddenly following him practically everywhere.

Hyde squeezes back control for a moment and tries the potion but it doesn't work. Maybe a bit of pain but certainly no transformation. Jekyll assumes his injury or whatever medication they're giving him to treat it somehow negated the effects

Jekyll complains about "suddenly blacking out" the lodgers know its because his soul is slippery. They tell him it must just be a side effect of the injury and not to worry

How long can they keep it secret from him? When does he find out? Does he? Does it get to be years only for him to realize that he hasn't aged? That he still needs checkups from Frankenstein? Does he learn sooner? Does a lodger crack and say it? Does he rot? Does he notice how so very cold he is. How animals act around him? It's all very interesting,,

I actually did think a bit of Jekyll's kidnappers for the amnesia kidnapping au! When drawing that lil sketch of Henry and O'Leary meeting Robert I had considered making it so O'Leary was suspicious of Lanyon like "Oh theres no news anywhere of someone matching Thomas' description who's missing. But some random people walk up claiming to know him? Begging to take him back with them?" And he'd think they were the kidnappers. But ultimately I decided against it as I felt Lanyon and Rachel were pretty clearly, genuinely concerned for "Thomas" :p

I tried playing assassins creed once, the first(?) one. But the controls were confusing and everything was sorta thrown all at me at once, and I got bored of it quickly

But! I went to the store the other day and just so happened to notice Syndicate was being sold for 15 dollars 👀 So I bought it because funky Victorian assassins and your influence! It's a bit less confusing then the first ac game I tried but why is going down or dropping so hard bdksnks. I'm having quite a bit of fun! If you dont count my rage and annoyance-, the B button refuses to cooperate with me unless I'm looting corpses >:(

The b button being the bane of my existence aside, I AM having fun! I like the funky outfits and I want to play as the girl twin (evie?) forever because her clothes are good and shes better at attacking than jacob(?) For some reason. Probably the stun her weapon has? Oh well! I have not unlocked any new outfits yet, nonetheless I wish there were more.

Also! I was thimking, and my current quests are taking place at 1868? Did I get that right? And Jekyll is like 35 in 1885. So in game he'd be 18! An au like I believe you mentioned sounds very interesting 👀 but I must play more to know what's going on and daydream about it

That would be the resurrection au <3

But god, I really like that branch! Especially combined with the hc that he can't feel pain bc the HJ7 and the transformations made him immune. Frankenstein patched him up and made fleshweaver to heal the crack in his skull but it still has to be bandaged, he surely broke a few bones, yet all he has to do is to be careful because it doesn't even hurt. He doesn't even realize how severe the injuries are because it doesn't hurt, it very well might just have been that he accidentally slipped at the bottom of the staircase and accidentally hit his head on the railing during his fall, rather than getting physically pushed and flying down the stairs, shattering his skull upon impact with the marble floor. Y'know what would be extra fun? If he only starts getting a bit suspicious about how severe the injury was once he realizes his lungs stop breathing for minutes at a time when he gets distracted, or his heartbeat stops dead in his chest. I know that that's not how biology or even creature works but lets say the HJ7 is funky, Zombie Jekyll my beloved. Perhaps he would only fully grasp what had happened once he blacked out too much and 'passed out', but his soul slipped out enough to leave his body unconscious on the floor while his soul/ghost was just... Watching. And it's not until Maijabi (who, as you said, follows him everywhere) immediately calls for more Lodgers saying that Henry's soul is getting unstable and Frankenstein's lousy job is starting to shine through that he fully understands that it was not a mere hit to the head. Or maybe it is when days, weeks, maybe months has passed and the headache never goes away, he only feels how his body starts feeling so much more... Fragile and delicate, that the guilt has eaten Helsby up alive and he corners him and spills everything, knowing he is going directly against what the group agreed to but not being able to keep it a secret much longer-- or maybe Creature would tell him immediately, once Henry is, for once, alone perhaps days after the initial accident. He cannot see Henry struggle to understand what is going on when he already knows what's happening to Henry, his mind, and his body. He doesn't listen to the plan that Frankenstein and the Lodgers has set up and immediately tells Henry the first moment they are alone. That would certainly be horrifying, I can only imagine how the Lodgers would find Henry after that, once he actually knows and manages to process everything. He would be so mad, not only to have been killed in the first place, but also because he was robbed of an afterlife because the Lodgers were selfish and could not accept the consequences of their actions. He would be mad, he would be so pissed and I have no doubt he might actually be mad at Maijabi too for even agreeing to help Frankenstein and the rest of the Lodgers. That anger would not stay long, though. That anger would soon turn into misery and sadness and paranoia so even as Henry has tried to push Maijabi away, Henry still ends up on his doorstep begging him to help him make sure he is not rotting, because no matter what anyone says, he is sure he can see rotten spots and patches on his skin and he is just so scared and jdhfjsdfdsfsfs... <3

Ooooooohhh, I was actually daydreaming about this just this morning! Granted, I woke up at 5 and began to daydream to fall asleep quicker but I still like the thought of O'Leary being suspicious of Robert/Rachel/Jasper/the Lodgers bc he is protective of 'Thomas' and doesn't want anything bad to happen to him and especially with the idea that Henry still has hallucinations and they both think he was abandoned by his family, left to rot at a mental asylum. O'Leary might very well think that it might be Henry's friends and family that dumped him that Henry had 'escaped' the hospital and that's why they knew he was missing since the Asylum itself obviously wouldn't have posted the news... I really liked Jeks idea, okay? Like a lot, I absolutely love it <3

Oh, the oldest AC game I played was Unity bc it was free after the Notre Dame fire, and I can confirm, I played 15 min and could not get through it even if i would have wanted to, it absolutely sucks so i have no doubt the older games are just as frustrating <3

BUT!!!! I'M SO GLAD MY CORRUPTION IS SPREADING AND YOU BOUGHT AND PLAYED IT AND ARE ENJOYING IT SO FAR!!! Trust me, Syndicate truly is an absolutely amazing game and is definitely one of my top 3 games of all time. I sometimes play it w my friend watching me play and trust me, I know that rage of trying to do smt but the character does smt else... or you try to do smt but the game doesn't react and you miss your chance... Oh well, still a wonderful game <3

My friend loves to play as Evie as well but I'm definitely playing Jacob every chance I get and I honestly get a lil pissy when I have to play as Evie bc I always prefer to play male characters, plus, I just like Jacob better bc he is a sweetheart. He is also canonically bisexual as hell!!! Have you met Abberline yet? The police officer? Him and Jacob together is one of my fave ships for the game. I also bought the ultimate/golden/whatever name it was edition so I had a bunch of extra outfits, I love the sherlock holmes outfit for Jacob but my friend keeps bullying me for it </3

Honestly? The time difference is the bane of my entire idea for the au bc if it's during their time Henry hasn't even graduated yet, and definitely not well-known enough for them to actively meet for whatever reason, and if you use the timeline for the jack the ripper dlc (in 1888) a lot of... Less than pleasant things happen so it wouldn't really make a lot of sense for a crossover to happen at that point but maybe it's just bc im a pussy and refuse to play the dlc. Rn, while imagining the au, I just imagine the 1868 timeline to be the same as the TGS timeline. I like to imagine the Frye Twins hearing about Henry and the Society and promptly breaking into his office to ask him to make poison and stuff for them. I also have a feeling that Jacob would flirt wildly with Henry and that Henry would be less-than-amused. It would also be a very fun thing with the fact that there would be two Henrys, with TGS Henry Jekyll and AC Syndicate Henry Green, soo... XD

#Man I really want to hear your journey through syndicate!!!#Oh man I cant wait until you meet Maxwell #and Crawford for that matter #he was the guy I based the crawford in the fic off of bc i had no idea what else to do <3 #OHH there would also be a lot of mixup with Lucy Thorne and TGS Queen Lucy #oh i can imagine them being rivals #that would be fun <3 #ask #darling-dolly-darlene #banshees au #resurrection au #amnesia kidnapping au

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copperpieceharlot · 3 years

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Bud I’m sorry to swing into your inbox uninvited like this but my soul is having an OOTS renaissance thanks to your content in the tag and did you say Leverage AU

haha holy SHIT this got Long. but yes. i’ve been. Thinking. (also literally Never feel like you have to apologize for sending me messages. i was Hoping someone would ask me about this. now i have an Excuse to share EVERYTHING ive written abt it :3)

Obviously, Roy is the leader/brains of the outfit. He grew up having some Strong Opinions abt what’s Legal versus what’s Right due to tragic backstory involving the death of his little brother which was definitely SOMEONE’S fault for negligence but since there technically wasn’t any illegal behavior, there were no consequences for it. Also he’s still angry at his dad bc he thinks his dad is also partly culpable (and also also just a dick). He’s the Moral Backbone of the team (alongside Durkon, more on that later) in basically the same way Nate was in og Leverage. He’s actually not the best at figuring out what people want (that’s Haley and, shockingly, occasionally Elan), but once he has that info, he is the absolute best at figuring out the ideal plan of attack to use in any given case.

Haley is still a thief. I mean she maps to Parker almost PERFECTLY. Her dad was a thief & a conman, her mom wasn’t but knew about it and mostly accepted it, but she died tragically in a mugging gone wrong or smth, which made Ian crank the paranoia WAY up and taught Haley to do the same in the name of “safety”. Let’s keep the “Ian is in Trouble and Haley needs money, Fast” which is why she signs on to the first job in the first place. She’s less acrobatic than Parker, tending towards finding (or making) weak spots in security, but she can still make a tumble check when she needs to.

Elan is the grifter who is somehow an Idiot but also not???? It baffles everyone. When he’s playing a part for a con, he’s FLAWLESS, but then the rest of the time he’s just. No Thoughts Head Empty. He probably gets lured in initially because he’s decided to try his hand at being part of a full team, rather than the two-man cons he’s been running that invariably end w his partner conning him as well and stealing half of his take. Also he likes the idea of being Crime Friends. He’s that tweet where it’s like, Roy: “after the heist is over, we split up and never communicate again” / Elan: [about to unveil his Crime Buddies Forever Friendship Quilt Puppets]: “never?”

Vaarsuvius is the hacker/gadget person. They have a Vaguely Snobby Yet Unidentifiable accent, dyed(?) purple hair (nobody has ever seen their roots) and nobody knows who they “really” are or where they came from, but they’re good at what they do so everyone just accepts the mystery. They probably got suckered into the team by their initial employer (who I’ll get to Eventually, lol) framing it as a challenge to their intellect, like, “oh, I see, you’re not smart enough to make this team work for you...” to which they were like Fucking Watch Me and also melted his computer. Anyways. They are joined (digitally) by their Intrepid Friend And Co-Conspirator (his words, not theirs), a fellow hacker known only as Blackwing, or, on certain forums, Blackwing_Bird. (In the first season, V only occasionally references him when saying they’re “calling in extra help” or smth for a particularly complex hack job. He starts showing up a little more in s2 and eventually by the start of s4 is a regular & established presence, but only appears as actions in a computer interface or output.) Elan is convinced he’s an AI, Belkar doesn’t think he actually exists, Haley pretends she doesn’t think he exists, and Durkon and Roy try not to think about it too hard, as long as B and V still get the job done.

Belkar is the hitter. He is on the team bc their initial employer got him out of jail for it. He doesn’t have a tragic backstory, he just likes doing violent crimes. As the series progresses, he grows some empathy & stuff, but really only for people who actually deserve it. Assholes still get decked. It’s all very touching. (Also he has dwarfism caused by achondroplasia. It doesn’t actually bother him and is useful in fights bc his opponents frequently have no fucking clue how to approach him, but he likes Pretending to take offense at stupid things just to see how far he can go with it.)

Aaaand last but not least, Durkon is the least involved member of the team. He’s actually a career criminal and Roy’s mentor, and wasn’t a member of the initial team that [redacted, I’ll tell you later, PROMISE] put together for a couple of reasons, the main one being that he’s Officially retired in order to spend more time with his family, which consists of his mom, his friend (not girlfriend) Hilgya, baby Kudzu, and a truly stunning number of aunts, uncles, and cousins. Roy frequently calls or visits him for advice and he Occasionally shows up to help out on local jobs, but generally he avoids doing crime if he can (as part of a deal with Hilgya, who is also a career criminal; basically, they’ve both cut back on the crime in order to provide a more stable home environment for Kudzu. But sometimes, you gotta do a little crime, and in those cases, Sigdi enjoys spending time w her grandson.)

NOW. THE BIG REVEAL YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR. Who got the team together in the first place?!

The answer: Lord Shojo (or whatever Normal Person Name you want to assign him). Now this is where it gets tricky: he had them do a thing that they thought was good, THEN they thought it was BAD, but then when they confronted him he revealed that it Appearing to be bad was actually a test of character and would they consider working as basically internal investigators for him? But then he had a heart attack, so, rip. But THEN it turned out that he’d left them a bunch of money anyway and they were all feeling kind of Inspired so they formed the Order of the Stick, LLC (which, no, i am not coming up with a new name, actually, because I just don’t care. someone else can come up w a justification for that name, tho, i’m sure it’s possible). Also Miko was there and was unhappy abt their actions, and also their general existence.

Moving on. Villains!

Redcloak is the Sterling replacement, because that DEEPLY amuses me.

Xykon is a season-long main villain, probably one that Redcloak finds himself working for but then “teams up with” (read: blackmails) the Order to bring him down bc even Redcloak finds Xykon distasteful. That’s season 3, let’s say.

Tarquin is another season villain, say season 2. Nale probably shows up pretty early in s1, actually, as another recurring antagonist like Sterling but uh. Less good at it. Anyways the s2 final 3 eps deal with them (accidentally) discovering that Tarquin runs some Evil Empire Company, then trying to outplay him and take him down. Idk if Nale still dies in this version tbh.

Tsukiko is a one-off s1 villain who returns briefly in s4 alongside Miko, who has gone well and truly off the rails.

Season 1 finale has to do w Roy finally getting Vengeance for his little brother.

The vampire squad is the s4 finale villain who do smth terrible to Durkon and then get the Mother Of All Revenge served up to them by the Order.

I envision the show as being 5 seasons (like og Leverage) but I’m not going to sketch out s5 because I think it should be based off whatever happens in the current story arc, possibly involving some legacy of the OotSquiggle.

Other stuff!

The Order of the Squiggle is a legendary criminal team from the 60s who stole a BUNCH of famous shit & then proceeded to legendarily implode. This has no bearing on the plot I’ve sketched out, I just think it’s fun.

The Sapphire Guard members should probably be reworked as FBI. I don’t care about most of them but I do think that Lien and O-Chul could be like, FBI agents who Choose to look the other way while the Order does their very-much-not-legal-but-still-fair Justice Crime, and maybe even help them out on occasion.

So, the Final season-by-season outline, based on everything I’ve written so far:

s1 e1: getting the team together, doing a con for Shojo, then at the end he dies and the gang is like “dang what now?" and intend to split up except then they Don’t.

mid-s1: Nale shows up and tries to trick the Order, but then gets beat like a drum.

late s1: Tsukiko is an underling of the Villain Of The Week, winds up in police custody. But She’ll Be Back.

s1 finale: Roy’s Vengeance: The Vengeaning. also we meet Redcloak as an antagonist.

s2 e1: the truth abt Haley’s father comes out

early s2: The Two Live Crews Job but it’s the Order vs the Linear Guild and the Linear Guild ARE all bad guys.

mid-s2: Redcloak returns. ugh.

late s2: the sapphire guard FBI makes its first appearance, hello O-Chul and Lien.

s2 pre-finale: once again they’re in conflict w Nale over smth, he spends the whole episodes making Cryptic Remarks, they basically beat him (like a drum!) but then the stinger at the end is that Tarquin reveals himself and Elan is like “Dad?!”, roll credits.

s2 finale, part 1: Elan is hanging out w Tarquin bc he’s DEEP in Denial, the Rest of the team tries to take Tarquin down, but it doesn’t work.

s2 finale, part 2: Elan finally gets a clue and they manage to beat Tarquin. still haven’t decided if Nale dies or not, but I’m leaning towards yes. also they rescue Haley’s dad.

s3 e1: fuck dude idk.

early s3: Redcloak shows up, AGAIN, everyone groans. he has blackmail on them, he wants them to take Xykon down.

mid s3: The Rashomon Job but it’s about stealing the Talisman of Dorukan and it turns out that Nale was there too (“oh!” Elan says. “I was wondering why I looked so weird in all those mirrors! But it wasn’t my reflection, it was Nale’s!” “Sweetie, that wasn’t Nale’s reflection,” says Haley. “Huh,” says Elan, “so the mirrors were broken?”, cue eye rolling from everyone else.), and the Successful thief was Hilgya, who’d nabbed it from the owner before it even went on display.

s3 finale: they beat Xykon, actually factually, because he deserves to get his ass Thoroughly kicked, even if only in AU form. Lien and O-Chul are there, so are some other less helpful FBI people. There’s a bit where O-Chul Exact Wordses his way out of telling his superiors about the Order’s less legal activities without technically lying. King shit.

s4 e1: doesn’t really matter. maybe smth to do w some legacy of Tarquin’s company to set up the drama w Malack & Durkon later.

early s4: Durkon gets SENT TO PRISON. Malack approaches the Order abt this because sure they have Different Ethics but they’re still Friends. (Roy is surprised and a little hurt that he’s never heard of Malack, but he ignores that in favor of Let’s Get Whatever Fuckers Did This To Our Friend.)

immediately after that: Miko and Tsukiko return as a Team, preventing the Order from working on the Durkon situation

mid s4: Redcloak makes another unexpected & unwelcome appearance but he’s maybe a little less of a dick? the Order collaborates with Malack & his Crime Buddies (hello, Vector Legion) to pull one over on him tho, because “less of a dick” does not mean “a pleasant or decent person”, and also he was mean abt Durkon being in jail, so he totally deserved it. he still gets whatever he wanted tho, just takes a blow to his pride. also prevents the Order from helping Durkon. they’re having a LOT of setbacks wonder why that could be, not to make sure the season fills its whole length or anything, no sirree

s4 finale: something something taking down the organization, headed by Hel (yes that’s her real name), which framed Durkon for their Big Crime. Durkon goes free and Extra Firmly retires, For Good, He Swears, but says he “met someone new” who might be an asset.

s5 e1: minrah joins the team! and the episode is set in like, somewhere really snowy. that’s all i got.

the rest of s5: don’t know, don’t care, it’s open-ended until the comic finishes up.

#mine #ask #corvidcorgi #order of the stick #oots #leverage #leverage au #oots au #au #outline #haha this thing clocks in at 1.9k words because i am LITERALLY incapable of shutting up #hope u enjoy it bc i spent Way Too Much Mental Effort mapping out how the OotS plotlines might play out in a leverage setting #and then promptly ignored Most of that in favor of making it funnier & dumber & more villain-of-the-week #(bc lbr the comic is Good but it's got an overarching plot form that the Leverage story style does Not jive with)#i'm not tagging all these characters lol

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duvetsandpillows · 3 years

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Lewis Hamilton Fluffy A-Z

A = Attractive: what do they find attractive about the other?

Your voice. Your accent is the most beautiful thing in the world. He loves listening to you talk and will stay on the phone to you all night just to hear you talk and occasionally singing to yourself.

B = Baby: do they want a family? why/why not?

You had a little baby girl when you and Lewis had started dating. The father had abandonded you and you were worried that Lewis would get scared off but Lewis fell in love with her immediately and vowed to be the best father figure he could to her. You two had discussed having a baby together and found out just before your one year anniversary that you were pregnant.

C = Cuddle: how do they cuddle?

Lewis loves cuddling with you. He's such a busy man that when he has the time to cuddle he will make the most of it. He had the habit of while talking to people he would stand behind you and wrap his arms around your shoudlers, pressing the occasional kiss to the side of your head if you didn't have much to say in the conversation.

D = Dates: what are dates with them like?

Lewis likes to make dates meaninful. They aren't usually extravagant but they are always perfect to you. He loves taking you along to race weekends as much as possible and would always take you out somewhere in every country you visit. Whether it's going out to dinner or a walk across the beach with Roscoe, the two of you enjoyed spending the time you got together.

E = Everything: “you are my ____” (e.g my life, my world…)

You are my flame.

F = Feelings: when did they know they were falling in love?

After your fifth date Lewis drove you home and walked you to your door. You invited him in for a coffee and he happily accepted. The two of you were chatting on the sofa, he looked at you as you spoke about your childhood, a smile growing larger as you spoke. "What is it?" you asked placing your mug on the sidetable. "It's nothing... I just-" He took his hand in yours, placing his other hand atop of yours. "The last few weeks have been amazing and I don't think I ever want to loose you. I wanted to as you if... well if-" You put your other hand ontop of his and smiled. "Is the Lewis Hamilton nervous?" His cheeks began to turn a light shade of pink. "I would love the honour of being your girlfriend."

G = Gentle: are they gentle? If so, how?

Lewis is always gentle with you nut not too gentle. He knows you aren't made of glass and don't like being treated like a china doll. You two liked to play fight together and you've been trying to teach him some Jiu-Jitsu as you'd learnt it growing up but it usually ended up with him giving yp and insiting on you giving a million cuddles.

H = Hand/Hold: how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

Lewis liked holding your hand in public because he wants everyone to know you are his. He would always give your hand a squeeze and rub his thumb across your hand when there are large crowss of fans around. He knows you struggled a little but with all the attention and were slowly getting used to it and wanting to help you through it.

I = Impression: first impression/s

He first met you in the park. You were walking your dog and Lewis spotted you standing under a tree as your dog ran acround the playing with a tennis ball you had brought. Roscoe bolted over to your dog, causing Lewis to smile, giving him an excuse to talk to you.

"It's like they've always known of each other." he said flashing a small smile. The two of you chatted for a while and Lewis thought you were the most interesting person he had met. When you said you had to go he made sure to get your number and a couple of days later asked you out on a date.

J = Joker: are they into pulling pranks?

You two aren't much for pranks but were always making each other laugh with jokes or messing about and being silly.

K = Kisses: how do they kiss?

Lewis always gives you the most passionate kisses. If you're in public he dials it back a little but always makes sure his kisses show you how much he loves you. When you're sad he always presses gentle kisses all over you face, it always helped calm you down and it may not fix what was happening you would know that you aren't on your own.

L = Love: who says I love you first?

Both of you. Lewis had brought you along to the Mercedes christmas party and it ended up with the two of you getting pretty drunk. When the taxi dropped you home Lewis carried you up to his apartment saying 'a princess shouldn't have to walk'. Once you took your makeup off and changed into a pair of his boxers and t-shirt you walked into the bedroom to see him sitting on the end of the bed staring at you. He reached out and pulled you towards him so you were sat in his lap. You ran your fingers through his hair as he pressed kisses up your neck until he reached your lips.

"I love you," the two of you said in sync as you pulled away before you both were in a fit of giggles.

M = Memory: their favourite moment together

You'd decided on having a home birth. After the midwife had cleaned your daughter up and passed her back to you Lewis went out the room and came back in with your older daughter. He sat the two of them on the side of the bed and placed her on his leg facing the baby.

"This is your little sister." The two of you watched as she reached out and gently held her hand, staring at her in complete adoration. You passed her over and Lewis helped your daughter hold her, making sure her nack was being supported properly. Tears began to fill your eyes as your daughter whispered 'I love you'. You two couldn't have asked for a more perfect moment.

N = Nickel: do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

Lewis couldn't help but spoiling on you. It wasn't always extravagant gifts but if he would see something that reminded him of you he couldn't help but get it for you. He also couldn't help but spoil your daughters, they had the biggest wardrobes and even did a kids line for his collaboration with Tommy Hilfiger.

O = Orange: what colour reminds them of their other half?

The whole rainbow. You loved colour, your house and wardrobe was vibrant and Lewis loved it. He could look at any colour and it could remind him of you. Seeing bright green trees, a beautiful red dress or a painting of a lake would always bring his toughts back to you and you showed him how to appreciate every colour no matter how 'boring' other people find them.

P = Pet names: what pet names do they use?

Beautiful, sweetheart, my hero

Q = Quaint: what is their favourite non-modern thing?

You loved helping him design clothes. He would always come to you with first drafts and asks for your opinion. You two would sit at the table for hours until half the room is covered in sketches and bits of fabric you had picked up to try and make a prototype.

R = Rainy Day: what do they like to do on a rainy day?

You two like to go out for walks. Letting the dogs run around and play together while your daughters play in puddles. When you get home one of you will wash the dogs off while the other gives your daughters a bath. Then you'll all cuddle up on the sofa watching a movie together, eating a takeaway.

S = Sad: how do they cheer themselves/each other up

Lewis usually comes to you fairly quickly when he's upset. You have a very level head and would always be able to find the best way to help his situation. If he's feeling down and not too sure why your daughters will give him lots of cuddles and get him to play a game with him. They were his best distraction and would remind him that no matter how tough it is right now his family is there for him and how lucky he is to have all of you.

T = Talking: what do they love to talk about?

You two talk about everything. Human rights and what's happening in the world at the moment and how you can help, race weekends, tv shows your obessed with, world politics. You two loved to have intense discussions about world issues and Lewis loved how passionate you are about them and how badly you want to help. Even when you made some questionable words to another driver whose comments royally pissed you off.

U = Unencumbered: What helps them relax?

Spending time with your daughters. After a race weekend he loved to come home and get engulfed in cuddles. he will always make sure to spend the whole evening with the three of you with no distractions. Having a teddy bear tea party, playing dress up and then winding down with a movie which usually ended up with you all falling asleep on the sofa together.

V = Vaunt: what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

Lewis isn't one to show off anymore. He likes to keep most of his life private, expecially his daughters. He would post the occasional picture and would bring them along to race weekends but doesn't want them in the spotlight. He mostly just shows off his projects that he's been working on. he would show you off sometimes, although always making sure he has your permission first, he wants everyone to know how lucky he is to have you and how stunning and intelligent you are.

W = Wedding: when, how, where do they propose?

Lewis took all four of you away for your birthday to a small private island so you could have some privacy and enjoy your holiday. One evening you were all sat int he beach, building sandcastles. You were lying on a towel as Lewis and the girls were trying to build a sandcastle resembling the disney land castle (although it was quite wonky). Lewis called you over to come take a proper look, your eldest daughter pulling your arms to speed you up.

"Mummy look in the door we found a surprise!" You knelt down and and reached your arm in, pulling out a small box. You opened it up to reveal a small diamond ring.

"Lewis what-?" You turned around to see him on one knee, daughters either side of him, your eldest flashing the biggest smile in the world, looking as if she was about to burst.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N) everyday you fill my life with pure joy. Every since we met you've always made sure I have a smile of my face and have always been there for me no matter what. Will you do me the honour of marrying me?" You burst into tears and nodded your head before flinging yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him tight. The two of you shared a passionate kiss and he slid the ring on your finger while your daughters were cheering in the background.

X = Xylophone: What’s their song?

Run the World - Beyoncé

Y = You’re the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You’re the light to my life.

Z = Zebra: if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

Lewis obviously has Roscoe and you have your dog too. You wanted to get a cat but it was a work in progress as Lewis said it was a mad house already but he decided to surprise you for christmas with one after the girls hadn't stopped asking him for once since September.

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton one shot #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 one shot #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula one fanfic #formula 1 one shot #formula one imagine #fluffy a-z #fluffy a z

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k7l4d4 · 3 years

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Midnight Striga: Fairy Tail/Owl House Cross Fic Episode 4 Part 4

Hello, once again, another piece of Midnight Striga for your reading pleasure!! Everybody Clap Your Hands!!!

With a grunt of exhaustion, Boscha crashed to the floor. The spar had dragged on just long enough to make her and the demon long for rest without them actually needing it. While it may not have been the nightmare she had been dreading when she saw Luz’s smile, it was certainly its own kind of hell. ‘But,’ she mused, a small grin forming, ‘At least I’m starting to make real progress.’ She slowly traced a circle, free of the instability that seemed to plague every spell she formed lately, a small flame forming in front of her. She chuckled to herself at the irony.

Here she was, captain of the Grudgby team, Fire Magic Specialist and Potionist in Training, and she was reduced to the most basic spells she knew of. The fact that she could even get this little flame, no bigger than her thumbs pressed together, without worry was a vast improvement over where she started after that day. She sighed, hauling herself to her feet. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Luz pouring over that strange crystal thing she had brought in; it was sort of like a Scroll, apparently, not that Boscha understood how. Helping the so-called Demon King to his feet, they wandered back over to Luz.

“Ahem!” Boscha cleared her throat, prompting Luz to throw up her arms in shock, suddenly scrambling to secure her… Terminal, she called it? “So, how did we do?” She said calmly, raising a brow as Luz sheepishly chuckled.

“As much as it pains me to be in agreement with the interloper,” King began, prompting a tick-mark of annoyance from Boscha, “I too wish to know just how impressive I am, and how I can become even greater!!” It took a lot of effort for Boscha not to yell at the little menace for the ‘interloper’ comment, it’s not like she intended to come here!

“Now King,” Luz lightly admonished, “A ruler must be gracious to their guests, even unexpected ones. While you may not be comfortable with Boscha’s presence, and understandably irritated from your earlier encounter, that must not influence your behavior and judgement. A King looks after his Kingdom, and all who dwell within it.” Boscha honestly expected the pompous little demon to start screaming at that, so she was genuinely surprised that he only grumbled slightly and kicked at the ground. “If you apologize for being rude, and say it like you mean it, I’ll get you some snacks later.”

“Hmm… Deal!” King agreed. He turned to Boscha and visibly pulled himself up to his full height. “As the King of Demons, I offer my sincerest apologies for my conduct. Will you accept it?” Boscha had to admit, he certainly sounded sincere. She figured he wasn’t, but it was still impressive.

“I accept your apologies… your majesty.” Boscha said, only reluctantly tacking on the last bit at Luz’s expectant look. How was she so good at getting under Boscha’s skin?

“Well, now that that’s out of the way,” Luz drawled, a too-pleased look on her face. “Let’s take a look at what you can work on.” Boscha and King both made inquisitive noises as she turned the screen of the Terminal towards them, eyes widening as they saw their fight lay across the screen. It was something you could see on any Scroll, but this certainly cemented the fact that Humans had some analog to the communications device.

An image appeared, Boscha launching some rocks that had cracked off the ceiling in response to King’s first spell like Grudgby balls. She remembered the stinging sensation in her hands at that stunt, but the sight of King frantically dancing out of the way on screen brought a tiny smile to her face. “Boscha, you displayed some solid tactics, not instantly going for your magic and using your environment to attack with you. However,” She let the video play, showing Boscha rapidly spinning up Spells to launch… only for them to detonate and send her flying back, King sprawled on the floor in laughter at her expression. “Your muscle memories for Spell Casting, while ordinarily a useful trait for combat if you can avoid overly recognizable patterns, are hindering you while you’re recovering your skill.” Luz finished.

Luz turned to King, who straightened up with a gulp. She narrowed her eyes. “Now, on to King.” She turned back to the Terminal, tapping away rapidly before pulling up some new scenes from their spar, King nervously ringing his paws. Another video popped up, showing King launching his spell towards Boscha, thankfully without any sound coming through. The on-screen Boscha avoided the massive spell by the skin of her teeth, Boscha’s ears ringing in sympathy at her memory. She grinned at the sight of King panting after his spell ended, only to yelp and run as her on-screen double rushed him in anger. “King, I’m gonna be blunt, your magic is powerful, but it’s incredibly draining, and the fact you are totally still while using it means that when the spell ends, you are basically defenseless.” King sheepishly kicked his feet, glancing to the side, while Luz looked on.

Luz cracked again. “I got to say, I’m impressed.” She chuckled at the dumbfounded looks she received. “I’m serious, the two of you did way better than I thought you would.”

“Well, how did you think we’d do?” King tentatively asked.

“I expected you to exhaust yourself inside of a few minutes blasting away at Boscha,” Luz bluntly replied, steam-rolling past his squawk of outrage, “and I expected Boscha to lose focus and just keep trying to cast spells.” Boscha would’ve been offended, but that honestly sounded like something she would’ve done if she hadn’t gotten that demonstration of how powerful the demon’s spell was. Luz smirked. “There isn’t a whole lot I can do to help right now, but in the long run, I think I can sketch out some training regimes to cover your respective weak spots.”

Boscha and King exchanged glances, then nodded. It made sense to them. With that settled, the three decided to head back upstairs. Boscha idly wondered why Luz had the hesitant look in her eyes when she said there wasn’t much she could do, though.

Luz groaned internally, resisting the urge to slam her head against the nearest wall. She was absolutely certain that the debriefing she had gone through with Boscha and King had been a disaster. She had visually confirmed how haphazardly they had gone about things in their spar, even if they had been smarter about it than she thought they would be going in, and had basically admitted that she had thought they would’ve been brain-dead rookies only to be proven wrong! Why had she agreed to taking that job!? Oh, right, because it gave her a way to help people and covertly undermine an undoubtedly corrupt regime starting with the youth; curse her bleeding heart!

As she gathered up the assorted snacks and drinks, making care to remember to grab the treats she had promised King, she wandered out of the Kitchen. As she entered the backroom the group was using to discuss things while Eda got her rest, she was surprised to see Boscha and King laughing about something like old buddies. She spoke up, bemused. “Well, don’t you two look chummy.”

“Oh-hohoho My Titan! Luz! Boscha just told me the funniest story about a Slingshot, a Stink Potion, anda Coven Guard!” King cackled, pounding on the table as he laughed.

“Oh, really? Now this I got to hear.” Luz mused, setting the assorted drinks and snacks on the table. Half a minute later, she was pounding her fist on the table right beside King, tears of uncontrolled laughter gushing down her face. Boscha looked painfully smug at the reaction her story had gotten. “Pffff! W-W-With the Gu-guard! A-And the B-bom-b! And the Cheese!! How you did all that and didn’t get caught, I will never know!!”

“Yeah! I didn’t get caught! That’s what happened!” Boscha sheepishly chuckled, deciding against telling them she had to be bailed out by her parents for that stunt. At least it was funny, though.

As the group enjoyed the treats Luz had brought back, Luz let out a sigh of content. “This is nice.”

“Yeah.” Boscha mused, feeling relaxed after the… drama from before. “Not what I expected from the Owl Lady’s place.”

“Huh? What do you mean by that?” King queried. Luz was just as lost. Eda’s reputation wasn’t that bad, was it?

Boscha blinked, puzzled. “Wait, are you saying that you guys don’t know?” She said, something like shocked awe in her voice.

“Know what, Boscha.” Luz droned.

“Well…” Boscha drawled, still shocked at their lack of knowledge on the topic. “When it comes to the Owl Lady, rumors have always been flying around.”

King snorted. “Trust me, we know. We live with her, remember?”

“As I was saying.” Boscha enunciated tightly after being cut off. Her voice dropped into a deeper, more… mysterious sounding register. “Years ago, a Witch studied at Hexside who was gifted beyond compare. Considered a once in a lifetime prodigy, her skill at learning magic, using it, and her sheer power were without equal in her age group, even outclassing some adults. Her name was Edalyn Clawthorne.”

Luz and King paused, allowing themselves to sink into the story. They had to admit, some of what Boscha was saying lined up with Eda, ability wise at least.

“However, despite her incredible gifts, Eda was a maverick,” Boscha continued. “She openly held rules and order in contempt, and sneered at those who upheld them. Still, she was desired by the Covens, all vying for her incredible gifts, even those outside of her chosen track wanting to tap into her great power for their own agendas. Such attention made her arrogant, believing she was above the constraints of others.”

Luz and King deadpanned; while it was phrased more harshly than the reality, that was definitely Eda being described.

“One day, during tryouts for the Covens, particularly for a spot in the Emperor’s personal Coven, Edalyn boldly and publicly denounced the Coven System, proclaiming it beneath her. The crowd was shocked, unable to comprehend such a thing. As she walked away, smug in her superiority, she collapsed in pain.”

Luz and King leaned in, paying close attention to the details.

“Before the gaze of the crowd, Edalyn’s body twisted, growing in size. Feathers sprouted from her arms, her hands and feet twisting into sharp talons. Her body warped into an Avian form, sprouting wings large and powerful enough to hold her aloft. Her eyes became as dark as night, drinking in even the brightest of lights. Her jaw warped to accommodate a mountain of jagged fangs. She had become the Owl Beast.” Boscha paused, with Luz and King gasping in shock at the tale.

Clearing her throat and taking a drink, Boscha continued. “As the transformation ended, the monstrous beast was beheld by the crowd, and found to be repulsive, a monster. The crowd jeered, and chased the beast into the woods, it’s haunting cries echoing through the town. Eventually, Edalyn returned, and proclaimed herself a Wild Witch, and an enemy of the Covens. The Emperor’s Coven declared her transformation a punishment from the Titan for defying the system, making her to be an example. And thus, the Owl Lady was born.” Boscha finished, voice returning to normal. She leaned back, adding, “And ever since then, she’s basically been used as a scary story by parents to warn their kids about the dangers of pride and going against the system.”

Boscha shrugged. “I mean, I never really believed the story, not any more than any of the other kids, but it was still a big thing to learn about, and a lot of the more free-spirited kids growing up got less outspoken after hearing her story.” She paused, scratching her chin in thought. “It probably makes it more believable that she lives outside of town and regularly shows up and causes trouble. Seeing someone described as a once-in-a-lifetime prodigy reduced to a crazy old bat, no offense,” She quickly raised her hands placatingly at an angry King and Luz, “probably made a lot of kids treat the warning more seriously.”

Luz froze, not entirely sure how to process this. King was stock still, glancing at his pauses in confusion. Clearing her throat, Luz spoke up. “Well, that was certainly entertaining, I’ll admit, but how does anyone know she actually-”

“HOOOOOTTTTT!!”

Luz abruptly cut off at the sound of Hooty’s pained scream. The three glanced at each other, before quickly rushing out the door. As they crashed into the Living Room, they froze in horror. The place was ripped apart, the couch shredded, the assorted piles of random junk strewn about, Hooty’s door knocked off its hinges with Hooty himself out cold. Claw marks covered the walls.

The three scanned the room, stomachs filling with dread. As they wandered the room, Luz took stock of the damage; whatever had caused this either wasn’t very high on the intelligence level, or was insanely scared and angry. King crawled over to Hooty, sniffing at him, feeling a surprising degree of relief at the sound of his breathing. Boscha positioned herself in the center of the room, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice. Just as she was about to speak up, Boscha stilled, feeling hot, heavy breathing across the back of her neck.

With trepidation, Boscha slowly turned around, blanching at the sight behind her. A large, feathery body, twice as tall as she was. Long heavy wings pressed tight against its sides, but doubtless capable of spreading to full length in an instant. Deep pools of darkness where its eyes would be. A jaw filled with jagged fangs. Boscha screamed. The beast roared. Its claws slashed down towards the panicked witch.

#the owl house #fairy tail #owl house au #fairy tail au #owl house crossover #fairy tail crossover #luz noceda #boscha the owl house #king the owl house #hooty the owl house #eda clawthorne #magic

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miloseu · 3 years

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⟨ ZETHPHAN SMITH GNEIST. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, MILOS KALFAS is actually a descendent of A T H E N A . it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY year old ARCHITECTURE MAJOR from MYKONOS, GREECE has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite ADROIT & TACITURN.

its le... again trying to give life to a second muse. i’m still working on his stats/plots pages so bear with me BUT for now i’m gonna make y’all re-read his acceptance post and add lil tidbits to the end ty.

p o w e r s

milos’ most prominent skills that were passed down from his mother are skilled craftmanship and audiokinesis; the latter of which is linked to language skills and persuasion. both of which, in reality, were rather easy to keep hidden and really hard recognize as demigod traits as he was growing up. ever since he was a child, milos has been rather quiet, but he also always had a predisposition to building something out of nothing. his adroitness wasn’t exactly a surprise to his father, but the time at which his skilled craftmanship manifested at the mere age of four inclined him to think that his child was some kind of genius. and well, he wasn’t exactly wrong. he finished puzzles with ease, built intricate buildings with legos and building blocks, among other things. skilled craftmanship has followed him throughout childhood into adulthood, and his skills of architecture are being put to use in his major. his audiokinesis is best represented in his ability to be charming to a point where people will want to kick him in the teeth. he regularly gets out of spats using logic and reason, or otherwise turns on charm for the benefit of others; the latter of which may come as a surprise, since he’s often riddled an anxious and quiet mess. his ability of memorization through audiokinesis often goes forgotten as a link to his intelligence, but it’s very much in link to the use of his persuasion. that is to say, he’ll remember something you said in passing and categorize it in his brain to use for later.

p e r s o n a l i t y

born and raised on mykonos island, milos kalfas never more than household name, praised in his tiny school for his natural intelligence. he’s a very analytical person with a predisposition to philosophy; a predisposition that has turned him into little else besides an existential dread filled mess. though logic and reason sit at the precipice of his mind, milos has never made an actual decision in his life. he’s always gone with the trajectory his life has taken him on, and never stepped outside of his comfort zone without a push or two. or five. his reticence is often what stops him from doing what he likes, or even considering other options outside of what he’s remained comfortable with; that is to say, he doesn’t even know what he likes. he’s grown so comfortable inside this quiet shell of himself that he has never considered alternatives. all this coming from someone with a deep love for analytical philosophy and questioning the universe around him... but what can you do? being a good and moral person sits highly in his mind, so treating others with decency and respect, even those who have wronged him, is always the most important to him. it doesn’t mean he always manages, but he always tries.

t i d b i t s

he was born and raised on mykonos w his dad who ran a bed & breakfast on the island. he never really left the island growing up and because of that he’s a little sheltered.

his favorite song is straight up by paula abdul. don’t ask why.

rip off of chidi from the good place. great at thinking of plans then alternate plans to that plan and nothing ever gets done.

loves philosophy, hates a lot of greek philosophy; kafka is his favorite.

although he really favors architecture and building, he also really likes sculpting. or anything that gets him using his hands, really.

sketches and doodles absentmindedly. usually when hes supposed to be taking notes for class.

he’s a tutor in the library & a front desk associate at the greecian gallery.

member of the book club, black student union, carly rae jepsen appreciation, and lgbt alliance... he thinks of himself as an ally but hes just an idiot who refuses to be introspective about important parts of him!

#euintro

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pinballwitxh · 4 years

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my best friend - spencer reid x oc

summary: a member of the BAU team has become pregnant, and thank god for them. the group comes together to help her prepare for the pregnancy as she decides to remain single. as if spencer’s feelings towards her weren’t already growing, he can’t stop them now. a romance unfolds.

warnings: mild cursing, major SPENCER fluff towards the end :’)

a/n: something absurdly fluffy I need to get out of my system

The team let out a small collective gasp, but they wore smiles. Spencer’s smile was small, but genuine nonetheless. Garcia enveloped her in a large hug and squeezed her tightly, followed up by gentler hugs from Prentiss and JJ.

Rossi smiled, “An exciting stage in life, not that I would know.”

“Congratulations,” Hotch said as he stepped forward to wrap his arm around her and squeeze her shoulders.

Derek clapped his hands together, “That’s great, Lil’ Mama!”

JJ took the hand of her best friend and squeezed, “You’ll be great, how’s he responded to the news?”

Spencer cocked his head at her response, “Well, both of us have agreed we don’t want to pursue a romantic relationship but it was my decision to go ahead with it. He will have visitation rights whenever he wants to, but I will have complete custody no matter what.”

“That sounds like a plan that could work well, and from what you’ve told me he seems like an agreeable guy,” Prentiss said as the rest of the girls nodded in agreement.

“How long have you two known each other, if you don’t mind me asking?” Rossi asked.

“It’s a funny story, really. We grew up together, became best friends in high school and kept in touch throughout the beginning college,” she paused to think, “We lost contact for a long time, both of us went completely separate directions regarding school.”

Spencer switched the weight on his legs awkwardly, shoving his hands in his pockets. He was trying so hard to listen intently, but for whatever reason he was still processing the situation.

She was his best friend.

“About five months ago we ran into each other at the gym and turns out he’s been living in the area for two years now and we just reconnected. Kind of picked up where we left off, you know? Guess the whole dating thing was just never in the cards.”

On that note Spencer finally looked up and thought to himself how pretty she looked. It was certainly true that pregnant women seemed to have that aura, that physical glow. She was radiant, and clearly she was happy.

It made him smile.

“You’re gonna be a great mother,” Spencer said amidst the happy silence.

Everyone turned to look at him, but he could only see the small smile on her face. Tears brimmed in her eyes and she nodded, “Thanks, Spence.”

- - -

It was late into the fifth month that everyone began to notice the small bump growing. Spencer himself had created a pregnancy calendar for her and was constantly keeping her up-to-date on the milestone changes her child was reaching.

With each update she would laugh at the objects he would compare to the size of her baby. The advice and statistics he gave were endless. They weren’t the motherly words of wisdom JJ gave her once in awhile, but she knew the intentions behind them were good and honestly it was helping her to prepare. He was making the thought of motherhood more bearable.

Spencer was one of her closest and best friends and over time they had formed a tight bond. In the beginning she looked up to him as a brother and a mentor. He was only a few years older than her and it was him who helped her to settle into the BAU when she was accepted. They were the youngest and ‘freshest’ eyes the team had, naturally bringing them together in most cases.

There had been many late nights spent together pouring over evidence and profiles, bouncing ideas off of each other and coming to conclusions faster than the team ever had before.

They were an unbreakable dynamic duo at the BAU.

She grinned at the unmistakable excitement in his eyes as he greeted her with a cup of decaf coffee and began to spew new facts to her. He was telling her that the baby was probably the size of a bell pepper when he silenced himself abruptly.

“What’s wrong? Do I need to flip the tape over to the B side?” She chuckled.

“I can see it,” he said quietly.

“See what, Spencer?” She asked with a quirked brow.

He stared at her stomach intensely, “You’re finally showing!”

She peered down at her stomach and smiled, “I didn’t even notice, oh my God. . .”

She ran a hand over the bump and laughed to herself, producing a laugh in awe from her friend at his desk next to her.

“Hard to notice when it’s your own body, I guess,” she said.

Spencer leaned back in his chair, “I can’t believe there’s someone growing in there,”

This made her smile and she nodded in agreement with him. Up until this point it was always just a known thought and silent agreement that a baby was forming in her, but now it was becoming real.

Way too real.

She sat down abruptly and sighed, running a hand over her face. Spencer frowned at her sudden change in attitude, obviously stressing.

“You okay?”

“It’s kind of scary,” she said quietly, “I know I want to have this baby but, what if I can’t do it?”

Spencer leaned towards and reached for her hand over the desk, “You are going to be such a good mother, don’t doubt yourself. If anything this job has helped you prepare for motherhood, I’ve seen how good and attentive you are when working with the kids we see on cases.”

She looked at him in awe, surprised at his words.

“You’re so good with Henry and with Jack, you know they love you. Sometimes Henry asks when you’re coming back to babysit him instead of me,” he chuckled.

“I’m grateful I have you and the team to help me through this,” she said, “This would be ten times more difficult without you all.”

Spencer smiled, “We’re excited for you and want to be part of this, too.”

She squeezed his hand and his heart sped up, the heat flushed his face and the tips of his ears. There was probably a blush spread all over his face and he couldn’t hide it, he only hoped she didn’t notice.

“I appreciate you a lot Spencer, I want you to know that.”

The door to the office opened and they broke away, smiling as JJ approached them with a small package in her hands.

“I’ve brought you some supplies and self-care stuff! Figured you’d need a spa day,” she set the bag of gifts on her desk before gasping, “You’re showing!”

The girl laughed, “Guess a lot can happen when you have a rare weekend break from the team! I went home to see the family for the weekend,”

“Well that means we can go on a shopping trip soon, too,” JJ winked.

“Not too soon, just got a case in from-HOLY SHMOLY THERE IS A BUMP!”

Everyone jumped at Garcia’s outburst. The excited techy ran to the group and knelt beside the pregnant agent, studying her stomach intensely. The group laughed at Garcia’s bewilderment, “Crazy, right?”

Garcia nodded, “There is a tiny human in there. . .”

“Feels like I’m growing an alien.”

- - -

The case wrapped up and before they left the office, Spencer approached his best friend with hands in his pockets.

“W-would you like some help putting together a nursery?”

She paused from putting her papers together, “I didn’t even think of that yet. . .”

“I h-have some ideas! But of course it’s all up to you and I don’t want to impose on your wants for the baby but-“

“Spence, I’d love to hear your ideas,” she smiled, “You’re my best friend, I trust you.”

He smiled in surprise at her, “Well, I’m glad you do.”

The next few weeks went by rather fast and her bump seemed to grow each day. Every morning she stood in the mirror, examining every angle of her bump and running her hands over it.

Some mornings were harder than others. The nagging feeling of loneliness tugged at the back of her mind. Sometimes the tears would flow freely with no trigger, confusing the hell out of her.

Pregnancy hormones were dumb.

Spencer came over a few nights during the week with ideas and plans for the nursery that he put together himself. This surprised her at first, she had no clue how invested Spencer had become. There were sketches of nurseries and small notes and details he added, his attention to them was unpeckable and it amazed her.

- - -

Eight months came too slow, or so it felt. Her stomach was quite literally weighing her down and they were nearly finished with the nursery. Spencer came over almost every night to help her complete it. Sometimes he brought Garcia or Derek, since he was able to lift heavier things, and Garcia offered endless ideas and was always bringing gifts.

The child was spoiled by her extended family already.

One night after a particularly emotional night after a case, she sat down on her couch and let the tears flow. Her emotions had been haywire recently but they made her feel so inadequate.

Sometimes she couldn’t help but wonder if keeping the baby was a mistake.

She was alone with no companion.

The father of her baby and friend visited her once in awhile. He even attended Lamaze classes with her, however he had to cancel on the upcoming (and final) class due to a family emergency. Of course, she understood and insisted she was fine.

However, she was not as fine as she painted herself to be.

Spencer, being the profiler he was, knew something was amiss but couldn’t bring himself to ask why. Which was why the night they got home from the case he decided to pay a visit to her apartment.

The doorbell rang and caused her to jump. Quickly she wiped the tears from her eyes and splashed some cold water on her face. She waddled to the door (after long cases she felt so physically tired that it seemed waddling was the best option) and opened it slowly.

“Spencer, I thought you were coming over tomorrow? You should be resting, the case took a lot out of all of us.”

“Couldn’t settle down, I was worried about you.”

She went silent in shock but opened the door and invited him in anyway. They took opposite seats on the couch.

“Can’t hide anything from you,”

“We are best friends, you know?”

“We are also profilers, of course you could tell something was off.”

Spencer smiles, “I try not to profile my friends, I don’t have to be one to know that you’re feeling run down. It shows,”

She scoffed, “Run down is an understatement,”

The two remained silent for a few more moments before the quiet sound of sniffles interrupted it. Spencer sat up and observed as she cried into her hand, hiding her face from his.

“You can talk to me,” he said quietly, leaning forward to take her hand.

She nodded, “I know, but it’s really hard to admit something is wrong.”

“I know,” he said, “But I want you to tell me everything you’re feeling.”

And so she poured her heart out to him, every emotion she had gone through the last few weeks. Spencer sat quietly and listened intently, squeezing her hand every once in awhile.

“I’m so lonely sometimes and I wonder if this was a good idea,”

“Wonder if what was a good idea?”

She sighed, “Keeping the baby, not putting it up for adoption, sleeping with an old school friend. . .”

Spencer looked away briefly at the mention of the father, not that he had anything against him. He always felt a pang in his heart at the mention of him, though.

“I just don’t know if any of this was the smartest decision for me,” she paused, “I don’t know if I’ll be the best mom I can be for this baby,”

“Don’t say that, you’re going to do just fine and you have an entire team supporting you through this,” he said, “This baby is lucky to have you for a mother.”

She smiled sadly at him, “I’m not so sure about that-“

“You will be the perfect mother to this baby. Neither of you will ever be ever alone and I want to give this baby the best life-“ he paused, “I mean, I want to help give our baby-“

He stopped again with wide eyes and a blush. She squeezed his hand gently and nodded, “I know what you mean, Spencer. I want you to be apart of both our lives for a long time.”

He couldn’t look her in the eyes.

“I know you’re already Henry’s godfather and I’ve been waiting to ask you because I didn’t know when the time would be right but-“

“Yes,”

His sudden answer made her heart leap, speeding up ten times faster now. He stared at her intently, nodding his head.

“One-hundred percent, yes.”

She threw her arms around him and pulled him close, both of their hearts were pounding and it was silent as they hugged each other.

“Ouch!”

She pulled away and glanced down at her stomach, running her hands over it softly. Spencer frowned, “What’s wrong? A-are you okay? Is the baby-?”

“It’s been kicking once in awhile, normally when I listen to music on my speakers but,” she paused, “No one else has ever been here to feel it too,”

There was another kick and her stomach did flips, nearly knocking her to the side at how forceful it was. She let out another gasp as the movement continued.

Immediately she reached for her friend’s hand and placed it on her firm belly, “Do you feel that?”

Spencer’s mind and heart were both racing now from the excitement. He waited patiently for any movement.

A small kick to her stomach made both of them jump in surprise. Spencer glanced up at her and grinned wildly, “That, that was. . .”

“I know. . .”

His thumb rubbed small circles on her stomach, waiting for more movement. That feeling was something he couldn’t describe and he was so happy to be there in that moment.

The baby kicked again and elicited a chuckle from Spencer whose eyes were wide in excitement. She stared at him while he waited for more kicks, taking in how happy he looked.

An image flashed across her mind so fast she wasn’t even sure she saw it. It surprised her and scared her, somewhat.

Spencer would make a great father.

Spencer’s hands were warm on her skin and made her aching stomach feel better. She had a feeling the baby was enjoying the warmth and company of a new presence as well, and she was glad it was Spencer.

She wouldn’t have wanted it to be anyone else.

- - -

The hospital room was quiet as she lay asleep on the bed. The sweat had dried on her face and she could finally rest after a long night of labor. Her friend insisted he was there for the birth, so far co-parenting with him was going well and she was thankful for his willingness.

He slept on the couch peacefully next to her bed, both parents tired in so many different ways.

The team approached the room quietly, peering into it from the door outside. JJ made her way in first before the rest of team sidled in. She pulled up a chair next to their friend and ran a hand over her forehead, placing the loose strands of hair behind her ears.

“Hey, mama, you awake?”

A few seconds later her eyes fluttered opened and she yawned sleepily. A smile formed on her chapped lips and she nodded, “I am now,”

“Congratulations, mama!” Garcia squealed before silencing herself quickly, “Sorry, I couldn’t contain it anymore!” She whispered excitedly.

The man on the couch stirred and sat up, confused at the number of people in the room. He had met them once before, so he knew it was the team. He excused himself quietly to use the restroom and give them space with their friend.

Everyone gathered around her after he left and pelted her with questions about the labor and the baby. She was happy to answer every single one of them.

Spencer stood at the foot of her bed and noticed how blissfully happy she seemed. There was no anxiety in her voice, no fear in her demeanor. She was glowing, almost literally, and he was happy for her.

She caught his stare and smiled at him while the others engaged in conversation. He made his way to her side and took her hand, leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead, “Congratulations,”

She smiled up at him, “I’m so glad you’re here, Spence.”

“Me too,”

“Baby coming through!” A nurse in the doorway sang quietly, “He’s been asleep for awhile now but I think he’s ready to be with mama now that she’s awake,”

Everyone parted for the nurse that pushed the small hospital bed over. The agent adjusted her bed so that she was sitting up now and slowly she peered over at her son.

The team watched silently as she picked him up and cradled him close. The nurse left and they were alone again, soon cooing over the newest addition to their family.

Garcia poured slightly, “When are we going to get some girls?”

Everyone laughed, “Maybe it’s a good thing, you won’t have anyone encouraging you to shop more than you need to,” Prentiss said.

The team spread out over the room, taking seats and exchanging happy words with each other. JJ offered her seat to Spencer, then. He cautiously sat down next to the bed and watched his friend.

“Do you want to be the first one to hold him?”

Everyone watched as he nodded wordlessly. She handed her son to Spencer and laughed at his over-cautious movements. He used both arms to wrap the baby to him securely, holding him close to his chest.

“Look at that, godfather and godson,” Garcia said wistfully.

Spencer couldn’t even talk, his mouth hung agape as he stared down at the baby.

“He doesn’t bite!” His friend joked, “Hold his little hand, it’s so cute.”

Spencer smiled and reached for the absolutely tiny hand that was resting. He panicked as the baby moved in reaction to his touch, “Please don’t scream I know I’m not your mom-“

The baby opened his eyes slowly, focusing on Spencer. The agent’s eyes lit up as he stared back at him, studying the child. JJ smiled from across the room at the sweet scene before her.

“He’s s-so,” Spencer paused, “He’s beautiful,”

His friend felt tears welling in her eyes. Her baby stared up at Spencer so calmly, he was comfortable in his arms already.

“Alright, my turn!” Rossi exclaimed as he stood and made his way to Spencer.

Soon the boy was being passed around from team member to member. She reached out for Spencer’s hand and grasped it tightly, pulling him toward her.

He leaned close and smiled at her, “I’m really happy for you,”

“I’m really glad you can be here,” she said as she squeezed his hand. Spencer could feel his heart speeding up, a feeling he had grown accustomed to over the past year when he was around her. This time, the pounding in his chest was overwhelming and he wanted to be closer to her, as if that would make it stop.

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles gently and smiled at her. She was absolutely radiant right now and he was more in love with her now than he had ever been before. Her brows furrowed, “What’s wrong?”

Spencer shook his head, “Absolurely nothing, I just can’t get over how, um,”

He tripped over his words, a tell that he was nervous, so she grasped his hand in both of his now, “Take a breath and try again,” she teased him.

He smiled, “You’re so beautiful,” he said quietly, “You always have been, but seeing you be a mom is incredible, I guess,”

“Oh, Spence-“

“I can get over how perfect you are, and all of this is,” he motioned to the team that was currently gushing over her son in Hotch’s arms, “Seeing you happy makes me happy.”

Her heart leapt and she couldn’t contain the blush. She had no clue why she was blushing.

But she couldn’t deny that had started to become a normal occurrence with Spencer in the last year.

“I love you, Spencer.”

He blinked once and his hand went limp in hers. He thought over the words multiple times in his head before he could even respond. Had he heard her right?

“You’re my best friend, I love you too-“

“No, Spence,” she paused and leaned closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, “I love you,”

Slowly his arms coiled around her back and he buried his face into the crook of her neck. He relished in her warmth and the smell of hard labor on her skin, something he would never forget after this.

“Please don’t leave us,” she whispered, “I can’t do this without you,”

He pulled away, “I will never leave the two of you, I promise,” he set his hands on her shoulders, “I’m in love with both of you too much,” he said quietly.

She smiled at him with tears in her eyes, “Good,”

His hands found their way to the sides of her face. He smiled at her and wiped the tears away with his thumbs, even when she cried she was stunning. He leaned in and sealed the space between them.

His lips were strong against hers and yet gentle as ever. She kissed him back slowly, her hand gripping his wrist. Even as she laid in the hospital bed, feeling disgusting and in need of a shower, it was the most perfect moment.

A cry forced them to pull away, yet their hands stayed intertwined. Morgan held the baby away from him awkwardly, unsure of what to do now that it the crying was picking up.

“I think he needs his mom,” Derek said as he gratefully handed her son back.

The rest of the team left to give her privacy for feeding, but her hand locked onto Spencer’s and with a pleading look in her eyes, asked him to stay.

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Oumasai Week Prompt 6: Birthday

@oumasaiweek

I just had to write something for Kokichi’s birthday, too! Wanted to make it super soft and fluffy, ehehe, so as always: I do hope you all enjoy and thank you to all who do choose to read it! ❤

Today is Kokichi’s birthday. While he doesn’t expect most of his classmates-save for a handful of them-to really care that much, that was fine. Not only will he and DICE have a big party at their base much later tonight, but there was a certain someone he especially wanted to spend most of the day with before then: Shuichi. He expected to see him in class that morning, just like the others. He got a few birthday wishes here and there, which was nice, but he didn’t see Shuichi there. He huffs: of all days Shuichi doesn’t come to school, he dares does so on the day to worship the supreme leader. Demanding Kaede tells him where he’s at, she told him best guess is to check his dorm.

Not caring about staying in class any longer, Kokichi instantly starts making his way to the dormitory buildings, mumbling under his breath: “Saihara-chan’s got a lot of nerve not coming to school... “ Did he not want to see him? Kokichi tries not to think of the surely irrational thought, but it made him anxious over the possibility. He knows Shuichi wasn’t busy with a case at the moment, so he can’t think of any other reasons why he didn’t show up.

Meanwhile with Shuichi; he actually was in his dorm. The reason he didn’t show up to class was because he was organizing several of the presents he’s gotten for Kokichi. A sketch of Kokichi he drew himself, teabags of pretty expensive and rare flavors like red velvet and chocolate tea, dice block keychains… and then a special present he’ll want to surprise Kokichi with last. He knows he probably overdid it with the gifts, but for Kokichi; he felt it was worth it.

Albeit a bit nervous on how much he’ll actually love all this: the thought of Kokichi very happily accepting all of these gifts makes a big smile appear on Shuichi’s own face. He hasn’t told it to the other yet, but… he fell hard for him. The harmless lies, mischievous nature, and his rather silly and eccentric nature overall… what Shuichi would initially find taxing at times, grew to it being traits of Kokichi he grew fond of.

Kokichi also grew to love Shuichi, even if he was too scared to ever say that. Shuichi delighted him in so many ways. He can’t figure him out, can’t always expect the detective to say or do certain things… his reactions amuse him, he gets delighted when Shuichi even plays along with his antics at times. It made Kokichi become more and more intrigued by him overtime… and how he eventually comes to fall in love with him.

“Alright…” Shuichi mutters under his breath. “Everything can fit in here.” All his presents were fitted neatly inside of the colorful gift bag he bought. The special present will be nice and secure in one of his pockets, once he actually gets dressed. He had practically rolled out of bed to start organizing these gifts so he was still in his pajamas. A yawn leaving his lips, he stretches his arms. “Now to just find him and-?!”

The sudden sound of his door being knocked on made him jump in his seat. “Ah? Who is tha-”

“Saihara Shuichiii!”

“O-Oh…” He was honestly a bit worried it’d be Kokichi at the door, mostly because he hasn’t put the gift bag away yet. And because he made a yelp when he jumped, Kokichi knows he’s in there, so Shuichi can’t pretend he isn’t. “Uh, one moment! Let me just-!” Grabbing the gift bag, Shuichi scurries over to his bookbag and carefully places the gift bag inside before closing the bag back up.

Kokichi crosses his arms, impatiently tapping his foot while pouting. “I’ve come here to finally carry out my mission of assassinating you, and you dare tell me to wait?”

“Comiiing…!” He heads over to the door to open it. “G-Good morning, Ouma-kun. Sorry, I had to..do something for a second.”

Kokichi eyes the detective up and down. Bed hair, still in pajamas, still looking a bit sleepy… it couldn’t help but make Kokichi snicker. “Wow, you look like crap! Did you sleep past your alarm or something? How irresponsible! Nishishi!”

“S-Shush, you. I just haven’t gotten ready, is all. Just give me a minute and I’ll be-woah!”

“Coming through!” Before he could even finish, Kokichi invites himself in by ducking under Shuichi’s elbow and squeezing past him.

A sigh, Shuichi closes the door and looks towards him. “So um, did you need something..? I was going to come to class once I was dressed, you know..”

“Forget about class right now! If you want to live to see another day… you’re going to spend the entire day with me!” Kokichi declares with a point.

“Huh?” He gives a small tilt of the head. “What did you want to do…?”

“You’ll know when you know!” Meaning: Kokichi really didn’t have a set plan, either. He just wants to spend some time with Shuichi and exploring the different shops in the city with him. “And I won’t take no for an answer! U-Unless…” Kokichi lowers his head. “S-Saihara-chan will refuse and force me to get out. He was already so cruel as to try hiding away from me in his room, a-after all…” Voice sounding like it’s breaking, Kokichi looks up to him with watery eyes. It was just his usual crocodile tears act, but there was still that small genuine hint of worry Shuichi wouldn’t want to deal with him that long. He wanted to hear it from Shuichi himself he wants to spend time with him.

“Ah! H-Hold on, it’s not if I said ‘no’, did I? Just...give me a minute to get dressed and we can do whatever you have planned, okay?”

“.......” And in a flick of a switch, Kokichi was beaming. “Good! Don’t keep me waiting too long, now~!” He heads back over to the door. “I’ll get dressed in different clothes, myself. Meet me outside in the hallway once you’re done. Oh, and fyi: other colors than black do exist, emo!”

“O-Ohh, whatever!” Swatting his hand in the air, he rolls his eyes before chortling. Snickering, Kokichi exits the room and heads back to his own. He changes into more casual clothes: specifically a black shirt, short-sleeved Panta hoodie, white pants, and checkerboard patterned shoes. Along with this, he still kept on his scarf and wore a clear bookbag with his clothes, too. A nice and simple look, but he internally hopes Shuichi will like it, too.

Shuichi throws on a brown button up shirt and beige jacket, along with black pants, brown loafers, and his bookbag. Kokichi was already waiting outside in the hallway when Shuichi came out. For a second, he couldn’t help but stare. Shuichi looked nice in his regular clothes, but in casual wear… he found him even more attractive. Shuichi in turn couldn’t help but blush lightly at seeing Kokichi. He thought he honestly looks cute in his normal clothes as well, but especially so in his own casual outfit. “Hmm… so even Saihara-chan can look good in something other than black, huh?”

“I can’t tell if I should take that as a compliment or an insult… just kidding. T-Thank you. You look nice, yourself.”

The already light blush on Kokichi’s face grows a bit worse from that, quickly turning around. “Aww, you flatter me, so!” But then in a more genuine tone, he says: “Thanks! Now come on, off we go!” In his burst of excitement, he grabs Shuichi’s wrist and drags him outside. The walk to the main parts of the city was about 10 minutes, so it wouldn’t take too long to get down there. It gave Kokichi some time to think about where he wanted to bring Shuichi with him to, first.

“Hmm… I’m kind of hungry. Let’s go to a cafe first. I’ll order me a Monster Chocolate Volcano Parfait! It cost about ¥4,000 and you’re gonna pay for it!” Kokichi declares excitedly.

“What? I highly doubt such a drink exists. ...Or even costs that much.”

“You’re right, that was a lie! Really though, let’s go to one! I have trusty intel that lets me aware of alll the good joints in town, you see.”

“I-I’m sure you do…” They continued to talk and joke around and whatnot until they reached the specific cafe Kokichi wanted to come to. “Ahh… Milk Bread Cafe? I think I came here before, one time…”

“Ohh? Good, then! I’m still ordering that Deluxe King Mocha Parfait that I mentioned before, by the way.”

“That’s not even the same dessert you mentioned!” A playful roll of the eyes as Kokichi laughs, they enter inside. The hostess brings them to a booth that was near the windows. It had a nice view of the street, people and cars going to and about their way. The two take their time browsing the menu to see what they’d like before their waitress comes over.

“Welcome to Milk Bread Cafe! I’m Yumi and I’ll be serving you today! Just so you know, we’re doing a Couples Discount today~! Everything on our specials section of the menu will be half-off!”

“C-Couples Discount? Oh, well, um-”

“We’ll do that!”

“!” Shuichi looks over to Kokichi in surprise. His cheeks turn red, surprised he actually went along with it. Though he figured: he was only just going for it solely for the discount, and hence why he’ll play along and nods his head. “Y-Yeah! Me and my ...b-boyfriend will do that, then.”

Even if Kokichi was the one who spoke up; still hearing the word ‘boyfriend’ out Shuichi’s mouth makes his heart bounce around in his chest a bit, masking it with a big smile on his face. “So we’ll do that! Give me theee… purple velvet cake slice with vanilla bean ice cream and taro milk tea!”

“And I will have the marble chocolate milk bread with an iced medium caramel macchiato, please.”

“Right away, sirs! I’ll put that order in riiight away and be out in a second with your drinks.”

A nod from them both, the waitress heads over to do that. Kokichi looks back at Shuichi, having an amused smile on his face. “I’m surprised you actually went along with it.”

“W-Well, yeah? I mean, it would’ve been awkward if I said ‘no’ after that..” That, and Shuichi wouldn’t exactly complain over the thought of them having been mistaken as a couple.

“Nishishi! Well, I would’ve had you executed if you called me out for it. So good…” Their drinks and food eventually came. Kokichi takes a bite out of his cake and ice cream, a smile practically beaming on his face from how delicious it was. “This tastes so good~!”

Shuichi didn’t eat his food yet, instead finding himself spacing out. That big, bright smile on Kokichi’s face… he found it so precious. It makes a small smile appear on his own face, giving a content sigh under his breath.

“I want to steal one of your bread slices, too, Saihara-cha…?” Now he noticed Shuichi staring at him. Being looked at with such a content smile on Shuichi’s face: it flustered him a bit. He had to wonder how one boy could just look so handsome without even trying. Before he’d also find himself being lost in his eyes, Kokichi waves a hand in front of Shuichi’s face. “Helloooo? Earth to Saihara-chan!”

“!” He quickly shakes his head to snap out of it. “O-Oh, uh: sorry, did you say something?”

“Pfft, don’t go spacing out, silly! Eat your stuff already or I will!”

“Ah, right. Not that I mind if you really want to have a slice… I doubt I could finish all this myself, anyways.” He chuckles, actually just placing two slices of his bread on Kokichi’s plate before trying one, himself. “Ohh… this is really good! I love milk bread…”

Kokichi also tries one, nodding in agreement. “Yeah! Since you shared some of your stuff, I gueesss I can be nice to you for once and let you try a piece of my cake.” Now he simply would’ve just cut a piece with his knife, but to be a tease… he breaks off a piece of the cake with his fork and hovers said piece to Shuichi’s mouth. “Say ‘ahh’~!”

“H-Huh??” Shuichi blinks. “Wha, c-come on, that’s embarrassing… …..”

“Nishishi!” Snickering, Kokichi knew he was going to get that kind of reaction, and was about to bring his fork back when…

“....Ahh…” Shuichi leans in a bit to actually eat the piece. Flustered as he was for actually doing that, he mutters: “...I-It’s good…”

“..........” Kokichi didn’t say anything, save for a more noticeable blush on his face appearing. Bringing his fork back over to his plate, he gives a disinterested sigh. “...I knew you were super cheesy like that, but wow.” He scoffs, mostly to distract that he also felt pretty embarrassed.

“E-Eheheh...that’s what you get f-for trying to tease me.” It really did feel like they were a cute couple on a date. Shuichi would feel far too shy to even say it jokingly, but just thinking about it that way was making their little trip to this cafe even more enjoyable for him. For the rest of their meal, they chatted a little but ate silently for the most part. With Shuichi paying for them both and Kokichi at least wanting to leave a tip, they were off.

“Alrighty! Next, we’re going to go tooo… oh!” There’s a glint in his eyes. “One of my favorite shops!” He looks up at Shuichi, smiling mischievously while holding a finger up to his lips. “Only the bravest of souls can survive there.... Even for me, it was quite a challenge to overthrow the former leader of that place. I wonder if Saihara-chan will be able to live to see the light, afterwards…”

“I’m not sure if I even want to guess what kind of shop you’re talking about, now…”

Responding with only a snicker, Kokichi gestures him to follow him. A couple of streets later and they were in front of said shop Kokichi was talking about: a novelty shop that primarily sold props and items for pranks and tricks. It was no surprise he is a regular there, even being pretty good friends with the owner. They both enter inside, the shop being a small one with lively music playing in the background. Shelves and bins were filled to the brim with prank items like airhorns, firecrackers, fake mice/snakes/insects/etc., silly string, and much more. “Aaand here we are! Isn’t it perfect?!”

“A… shop that sells prank items. Oh my god… it really is perfect for you.” He remarks jokingly, curiously viewing around. “I’m guessing this is where you get most of your stuff for pranks…?”

“Yup! I need to restock on more. Maybeee…” He looks towards the firecrackers. “I put those in a pot and set it near Momota-chan on his bed while he’s asleep...then set it off and scare the shit out of him! Orrr…” He directs his attention to a fake rat. “I hide this in Amami-chan’s locker and maybe this time, I’ll get an actual yelp out of him!”

“...Okay, I admit: sometimes it’s honestly funny whenever Momota-kun gets startled. So imagining someone like Amami-kun letting out a scream i-is kind of… p-pfft…”

The smile on Kokichi’s face widens. “Whaaat? Is Saihara-chan actually encouraging me to prank someone? I knew our super serious detective had a mischievous side~!”

“I-It’s not like that! Hahaha…!” He couldn’t even say that without his voice breaking before he started laughing. “Listen, if you buy that and try getting them with it, I take no shared responsibility for the consequences!”

“Ohh yes you will! It’s what you get for showing me your secret dark side, detective!” He declares in anything but a serious tone. Really though, he was super delighted whenever Shuichi jokes around with him like this. He didn’t act as stiff or serious as he normally would with things like this… or in general, really. Kokichi normally did not let others try to become close with him and yet… seeing how Shuichi gradually acts more casual and relaxed around him: it was such a wonderful feeling.

Grabbing two of those items he mentioned, Kokichi heads over to the counter, where the owner of the shop greets him. “Hey, Kokichi-san and friend! I see you got some stuff? Going to acquire more prank victims, hm?”

Shuichi gives a small ‘hello’ in response, while Kokichi gives a much more livelier: “Namoru-chan! Nishishi, you’ve got that right!”

“Nice. Oh, we actually got some new stuff in that I’m sure you’ll love.” And what turned from Kokichi simply buying two things instead turned into him buying almost 10 things, carrying two bags worth of pranking material.

“Good ol’ Namoru-chan always has the deets!” Glitter bombs, shock pens, airhorns, fake snakes… just a variety of different things he could utilize for any prank victim of his choice. This will especially come in handy when he and DICE really go crazy on the weekend and pull off as many pranks as they can.

“I-I can see that. Hahaha, Ouma-kun really does have his own dealer. But with pranks…”

“Mmmhm! By the way… you’re the only one I’ve shown this shop to. Don’t go telling anyone else, okay? Else I’ll subject you to Deep Web level torture!”

“Your secret is safe with me.” Which sounded sarcastic, but Shuichi really will keep it a secret. In a way, he felt a bit flattered he was the first person Kokichi wanted to bring to his favorite shop.

From there, Kokichi continued to drag Shuichi to several different shops. They window shopped in a few places, browsed the mall and popped into a few stores like a candy store and video game shop, and then Shuichi treated him to one of his favorite ramen joints once they became hungry again. All the while, the two continued to have nothing but fun together. His birthday was going so wonderfully, even he had to wonder how it could become any better.

Over the course of their activities, evening soon came. Having walked around all day and gone to several different places; the boys were pretty tuckered out, but didn’t want to part ways just yet. In fact: there was one more place Shuichi wanted to bring him. “...Hey, Ouma-kun?” Shuichi speaks up. “I want to bring you to one last place...is that okay?”

“Hmm?” Kokichi gives a curious tilt of the head. “Where to?”

“Yoyogi Park. The bus that leads there is just around the corner. Just to relax for a minute and… to show you something specifically there. Ah, but it’s a surprise.” He smiles, playing giving the gesture of placing a finger against his lips.

“A surprise, huh…?” Further intrigued, he gives a nod. “Alright, then let’s go. It better not be a boring surprise, Saihara-chan… but that’s a lie! Even I have high expectations you’ll impress me. Be honored!”

“Ah, I absolutely am. Though, I really hope you will like it…” There was slight uncertainty in his voice, but Shuichi told himself it will be okay. A short bus ride later, they were at the park. Shuichi loved to come here, as no matter what time of the day, it always seemed so quiet and peaceful. The view of the trees and ponds as one walks alongside the path was very beautiful. Shuichi often liked to take a stroll through it on foot or on his bike a lot of the time.

Gesturing Kokichi to just follow him, their walk was mostly in silence; but, the comforting kind of silence where it didn’t feel awkward if they weren’t saying anything. Kokichi may not seem like the type, but even he found parks nice to walk through every once in a while. It made him wonder even more where in this park that Shuichi wanted to show him as a surprise. After walking on the path for a while, Shuichi would start walking off it and towards the areas with lots more trees. “Just a little further…” He tells him. It wasn’t exactly easy to traverse past all the trees with no clear path, and it could be easy to get lost if you strayed off the path even just a little: but thankfully Shuichi knew exactly where he was going. After several minutes, the two would finally make it out of the secret path. Going through two big bushes, they were finally at the area Shuichi wanted to show him. “Well...here we are!”

“....!” What Kokichi was greeted with was a small garden area surrounded by bushes and shrubs. Petals of jasmine flowers from the shrubs they grew on litter parts of the ground. In the middle of the area is a fountain, with two benches on the left and right of it. Kokichi had never seen this area of the park before, so he was mesmerized. “Wooow…. Is this Saihara-chan’s secret base where he conducts shady deals with clients? I like it!”

“Very funny. But, ah…! Y-You do?” Relief washes over him, along with a bright smile appearing on his face. “I’m so glad…! I found this area a long time ago. It’s...pretty out of the way, as you now know, but… it’s so pretty, it’s worth it. I like to come here at times to relax, read, study… and whenever I just need to get away from it all and clear my head, coming here always helps. I haven’t shown anyone else this area before, so… I wanted you to be the first.” He admits with a soft chuckle, blushing lightly as he bashfully rubs the back of his head.

“....Me?” He feels his heart leap in his chest. He could tell it was a pretty special spot to Shuichi, so it made him far happier than he even realized that Shuichi trusted him enough to want to bring him here. Blushing, Kokichi darted his eyes away. “S-Saihara-chan’s being super cheesy again…”

“Ahaha… anyways, come over here…” Shuichi gestures him to sit at the bench with him. They put several of the bags from their multiple shopping trips down on the ground before Shuichi takes off his bookbag and opens it. It was finally time to give him the presents he had gotten him. He takes out the gift bag. “I know it’s awfully late to actually say it, but… Happy Birthday, Ouma-kun!” He holds the gift bag out to him. “This was why I didn’t show up to class this morning: I wanted to organize the presents I’ve gotten for you.”

“Oh…?” Kokichi accepts the gift bag. “I see, I see… so it wasn’t Saihara-chan trying to avoid me to escape being assassinated, after all…” He looks up to him, beaming. “Thanks! Let’s seeee…” Kokichi first takes out the dice block keychains. “Ohh! I’ve been needing to spruce up my keyring with new stuff!” Then he takes out the dessert teabags. “Chocolate and red velvet tea! The perfect tea to have at the round table with my most trusted generals…” He jokes with a snicker. He was loving each present so far, already. He then takes out the sketch Shuichi made of him. He was doing a goofy smile while doing peace signs with both hands, as if posing for a picture. It was light-hearted and cute, yet well drawn. He even drew him with his hat and cape on. “Ah….”

“D-Do you like it? No lie, I had fun drawing that, eheheh… I thought to myself: ‘What really captures Ouma-kun?’ And so...yeah!”

“......” He could feel his heart thumping harder in his chest and his face heating up worse. Yet, he couldn’t stop a genuinely happy smile from spreading across his face and gives Shuichi’s nose a playful poke. “Nerd! You forgot my super menacing supervillain chair and flying car, so it sucks… just kidding! I love it!”

The poke to his nose makes him giggle. Though hearing he loves the drawing, and overall all the gifts: it made much more worth it to have gotten him it. “I’m happy that you do…! But there’s...one more. One more th-that...I wanted to save for last.”

“?”

Shuichi exhales softly to try mentally keeping himself calm. From his pocket, he pulls out a small box. Inside would contain the special gift: a silver sterling bracelet. Being made of real silver, it was definitely expensive. It had a design of a crown on it, but not only that: Shuichi had this bracelet personally customized. In the middle of it, ‘Kokichi Ouma’ was engraved. He opens the box and takes the bracelet out. “Let me have your wrist for a moment…” Shuichi carefully places the bracelet around Kokichi’s wrist. “S-So what do you think?”

Kokichi does not say anything. The expression on his face is unreadable as he twists his wrist around to get a full look of the bracelet. Even just by looking at it, he knew it was not cheap. The tiny crown on it was a very nice touch, he thought. And then seeing it had his name on it… that Shuichi went that extra mile to make it even more personal and special to Kokichi… “......” He could not even come up with a mocking or teasing jab right away. He was touched. “I….I….” He utters softly: “I love it, Saihara-chan…”

Kokichi’s straightforward response surprised him, but made his heart swell up with happiness. “I’m glad… I wanted to save the best for last, haha.” Then there is a pause. This would be the perfect time, Shuichi tells himself: the perfect time to confess. The thought of doing so makes him extremely nervous, but he told himself to just get it over with. He didn’t want to keep holding it in. Shuichi speaks up with again with: “O….Ouma-kun?”

“Hmm? Got another surprise for me? Oh! Is it that you’ll fiiinally join my organization?”

“N-Not exactly. Um...a-ah…” Another exhale. He didn’t want to clam up right now: he wouldn’t allow himself to. He hesitates for a second, but… Shuichi would go to cup one of Kokichi’s hands in his own. “I just wanted to say that… I hope you had a lot of fun today. I most certainly did, anyway. Ouma-kun...deserves to have a nice birthday, after all. You always deserve to feel happy. You have such a… nice, genuine smile. And to be able to see that for myself multiple times today; I loved it. It was, um: w-why I was distracted staring at you in the cafe, honestly.” He chuckled shyly. “You’re...really cute.”

Kokichi’s heart leaped in his chest when Shuichi cupped his hand. He silently stared at him as Shuichi went on. Always deserves to be happy ... His genuine smile is adoring… to the point that even Shuichi found himself lost in it… were words he never believed anyone would tell him, before. Being called cute didn’t help the only worsening blush on his cheeks, either. He would slowly come to intertwine his fingers with Shuichi’s. “...Is Saihara-chan tr...trying to imply something?” His gaze softens, but there is still that hint of anxiousness in his eyes.

“I-I’m guessing it’s a bit more obvious by now, but…” He gives his hand a soft squeeze. He takes another second to just keep himself calm. Shuichi didn’t want to stammer at all once he finally says it. He looks towards Kokichi once more. “Ou… Kokichi.” Shuichi goes to cup his other hand. His thumb rubs the back of Kokichi’s palm gently. And that nervous look on his face… softens to a warm look in his eyes and a loving smile. “...I love you.”

Kokichi’s mouth is slightly agape. His eyes slowly widen and for a second, he gives Shuichi’s hand a tight squeeze. Did he hear that right, he wonders? Did he really hear Shuichi say just now that he loves him? “..........” Eyes lower to his lap. “...You better not be teasing me, Saihara-chan. Even to a liar like me, that’s a really cruel thing to lie about.” He doesn’t say it as if doubting Shuichi’s words: but rather, his anxiety making him believe such a worst case scenario could even happen.

“I am not. I would never be as heartless as to joke about this. I really do love you, Kokichi. For a long time, I have.”

Kokichi slowly looks back up at him. The way he says that, and the way he smiles at him: he knew for an absolute fact Shuichi meant every word he said. “A...Ah… pffft! Hahahaha!”

“Uh?” Shuichi was caught off guard when he suddenly started laughing. “Wh-What’s so funny?”

“N...Nothing, just: pffttt! Here I thought it’d be impossible for someone like Saihara-chan… to ever feel that way about me! He has a lot of friends… probably has other people crushing on him… then I find out he loves me! Has this been just a super long and incredibly realistic dream? Hahaha…!” Tears were streaming down his cheeks. But not from laughing so hard…. “Ha...a-ah…” His laughter dies down and he goes silent again. Sniffling, he wipes away the tears. At first, he didn’t know why he was suddenly doing so, but now he guessed it: he was just that happy. So overwhelmed from happiness; he couldn’t control the tears streaming down his cheeks.

“H...Hey. You okay? …Oh!” Next thing he knew, Shuichi was pulled into a tight hug. “K….Kokichi?”

Kokichi buries his face in Shuichi’s chest. Quiet sniffles leave him as he wipes more tears away, needing a moment to try readjusting himself. Shuichi feels warm in his hold… he didn’t want to let go. Once he felt he was okay enough to finally talk coherently, he looks up to Shuichi. “My beloved made me so happy just now, even I was at a loss for words… no fair! Pulling that kind of sneak attack on me!” He giggles, but then his voice softens again. “I guess you deserve a response. I…” He almost looked away from him, but forced himself to sit back up for a moment so he could look clearly at Shuichi. “....I love you, too, Sh...Shuichi. Just like how I stole your heart, you stole mine, so… you’ll have to take responsibility, mister!” He declares comically before quickly burying his face back in Shuichi’s chest. The smile that now adorned his face: Kokichi couldn’t remember the last time he was ever this happy. This was not what he expected to happen on his birthday… or at all, really. For once, just once: he was so happy to have been proven wrong.

“Kokichi…!” His initial reaction had him really scared he would regret confessing, but now hearing Kokichi in turn loves him.. In a burst of extreme happiness, Shuichi gives him a tight squeeze in the hug and pulls him even closer against him. His face is slightly buried in Kokichi’s hair, giggling in it. “Ah, I’m so...so happy right now, I-I… I was honestly so scared you maybe wouldn’t feel the same, you know…?”

“Yeah… if I had bad taste! Which I clearly don’t!” He snuggles up against him and nuzzles his head against his chest before eventually looking up at him. “To want to show me a special place of yours and confess to me, on my birthday, no less… what cheesy shoujo manga inspired you, huh? Nishishi!”

“H-Hey! I’m not hearing any complaining either way, am I?” He remarks while playfully poking Kokichi’s cheek, which makes the both of them start laughing. “So I… g-guess that makes you my boyfriend now, huh? Ahh…” Just even being able to say the word ‘boyfriend’ in regards to Kokichi makes him feel warm inside. “....Kokichi?” Shuichi goes to gently cup Kokichi’s cheek, gently stroking it. He leans in closer to his face before he softly mutters: “M...May I…?” Gazing at his lips for a second, it was apparent what he was hinting at.

“I-Idiot, you don’t need permission to kiss your b...boyfriend.” Which was his roundabout way of saying yes, he was more than okay with it. Kissing Shuichi was something he’s wanted to do for a long time.

Shuichi’s eyes slowly come to a close as he leans in closer. His lips softly press against the other’s, a soft sigh emitting from him. In turn, Kokichi also closes his eyes and leans more into the kiss. His heart was fluttering. Shuichi’s lips felt nice and soft to him… he wanted to bask in this as much as he could. Once they pulled away, Kokichi wraps his arms around his neck and… makes them both fall down. A surprised yelp leaving Shuichi in response, he was now laying on his back with Kokichi on top of him. “Ah...a-ahaha! Geez…” He quickly goes to wrap his arms around him, again. They softly nuzzle their foreheads together while getting lost in each other’s eyes. The look Shuichi gives him is filled with so much adoration and love. Kokichi gives him a similar look, bringing a hand up to stroke Shuichi’s hair. It felt soft and smooth as he combs his fingers through it.

“Shuichi always looks so attractive… it should be illegal. But, he’s mine now, so! I can have my beloved Shumai all to myself… and I’m not sharing!”

“Hehe… y-yes, Kokichi. I don’t want to share you, either. I’m all yours… and only yours. Once more, I love you… and Happy Birthday.”

With that, Kokichi leans in to initiate the kiss this time. A longer, more loving and passionate kiss. He’d joke about it, but: being able to do cheesy, lovey-dovey things with Shuichi from now on… he was looking forward to it. He was going to make sure to be a wonderful boyfriend for Shuichi, make him happy as he can… and in turn, Shuichi will absolutely do the same.

#oumasaiweek #Shuichi Saihara #Kokichi Ouma #saiouma #danganronpa #Kay's writings

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dormienschas · 4 years

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A New Legend Begins Chapter 2

A/N: We finally get to one of the good turning points of the story!!! Currently working on Chapter 3 as I post this chapter! Constructive Criticism is acceptable here! I know these first two chapters don't really have much going on, but chapter 3 is where the story starts to take its turn! So please, enjoy chapter 2 of A New Legend Begins for right now! Feedback and questions are welcomed!!!

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Chapter Title: The Lowly Farmer Meets the Legend

The doors to the throne room were slammed open as the King marched through the line of guards up to his throne, the fire emitting from him burning hotter than usual. He looked around the room at the nervous guards and tapped his heavy boot on the floor in irritation. “So, where is he?” There was silence for a few seconds too long and he started to tap his finger on the arm of the throne. “I said, where is he?!” The fire surrounding Enji Todoroki grew bigger with his anger.

A guard hesitantly threw his hand up and stepped up before properly kneeling. “We don’t know sir. All we know is that he is nowhere in the capitol.”

The fire blew from the king’s body with anger. “He left!?” He rose from his throne to stand in at the edge of the stairs. “You let him leave the capitol?!”

The guard coward down in fear and brought the other knee down. “S-sir, Prince Todoroki must have waited until the shift change at night and left. None of us would have known during that time.”

King Todoroki growled in humiliation and irritation and maybe a bit proud of how smart his own son has become. “Find me the Hunters and make it quick. I have a job for them.” He watched as the guards all saluted him and left the throne room. King Todoroki sighed and began to wait patiently. “Shouto. You will be punished for leaving.” The ruler sat back in his throne and began to tap his finger as he waited for the Hunters to arrive.

Back into the village just outside the walls of the Capitol of Endeavor, Izuku, Ochako, and Tenya were all getting the punishment of their life in the forms of Inko and Toshinori.

“What do you think you children are doing not going to school?” Inko pointed her finger in Izuku’s face and he couldn’t help the nervous swallow.

“And what about bringing a hooded stranger into your home Midoriya? Who knows what this guy’s intentions are! You’re being careless again!” Toshinori also pointed his finger in his face and Izuku couldn’t help the nervous shiver going down his spine as the two towered over him with a threatening gleam in their eyes.

“That’s not it, Miss. Midoriya! This guy is not a stranger.” Ochako went up to Todoroki and pulled the hood down. “It’s the prince.”

Inko and Toshinori paused and stared at the heterochromia prince with wide eyes before quickly getting down on a knee in respect. “Oh my gosh. I am so sorry your highness.”

Todoroki held up a hand to stop the further apologies. “No need for that. I’m trying to stay hidden from the guards. They were only trying to help me out by covering me and please, just call me Todoroki. I’m not much for formalities.”

Inko was the first to stand up and quickly pull his hand into hers. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Todoroki! I will be happy to have you stay here for as long as you need! Are you hungry? You probably haven’t had breakfast yet. But, it’s a little late for breakfast now. Maybe brunch? What would you like to eat?”

“Please mom. Calm down.” Izuku quickly pulled his mom back from the prince to give the man some room to breathe.

Toshinori was next to properly greet him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Todoroki. I’m Toshin…”

“I already know who you are. I’m actually surprised that I am able meet you again after all this time All Might.” Todoroki grabbed his hand and shook it. The whole room was quiet and Toshinori’s face was surprised and shocked, but quickly turned into a grimace when he looked around the room. Everybody was staring at the lanky man.

“W-wait. Did you just say All Might? As in the legend of the most powerful knight that ever existed, All Might?” Izuku was shaking now. He could not believe that Todoroki just called his master All Might. The very knight that he looked up to his whole life.

“Yes. This is All Might. He’s not a legend. He’s real and standing right there.” Todoroki pointed at Toshinori, confirming Izuku’s thoughts. “His real name is Toshinori Yagi. He was a very powerful knight back in the day. I was only a child at the time, but I remember him very clearly.”

“But the legend said he disappeared!” Tenya gestured to the man with wide eyes.

“Yeah. He disappeared into this village because of the wound he received. He asked the King to leave because of the severity of the injury and retired to this village, leaving his name, All Might, behind and keeping his identity a secret to live peacefully after defeating the Underworld Demon.” Todoroki looked back to Toshinori. “I’m glad to see you’re living well.”

“Master. Is this true?” Izuku was shaking. This man that has been living with them for years was the All Might. The man he looked up to for so long. The man who has been training him.

Toshinori cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck. “I didn’t think you would recognize me Todoroki. But I’m glad you did. I’m glad the people in the castle can still recognize me, never mind the prince himself. You’ve grown up quite a bit.” He turned towards a freaking out Izuku. “Young Midoriya, what Todoroki says is true. I am All Might, your master and motivator.”

Izuku couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t believe it, but the whole idea of his master being All Might could be plausible. There were many instances, now that he thinks about it, that has him partly believing the unbelievable. Izuku felt himself losing it before the room blacked out and Izuku laid on the floor, passed out from shock.

“Midoriya?” Izuku groaned and tried to open his eyes a little. His head hurt from the shock of All Might. The thought jostled him awake and he quickly sat up. “Oh. You’re awake.”

The green haired boy looked over to the lanky blonde man, who could possibly be All Might, and Izuku’s eye widened. “A-All Might. You’re All Might.” Toshinori sighed heavily and scratched the back of his neck and looked out the window. Izuku then noticed that the sun was starting to set.

“You want to go train before we lose sunlight?” Toshinori was looking at him now with a serious expression. “We should talk too.” He stood up and walked out of his room, leaving a chill down his spine. This might not be a good training session. Izuku sighed and put on his red boots and grabbed his sword to head out into the field.

Toshinori was sitting on the stump like usual, the yellow rays turned into a pale orange as the sun touched the tree line afar. He cleared his throat to gain his master’s attention. “Do you know about the legend of All Might Midoriya?”

“Yeah. You saved Musutania by yourself and was the Kings’ most trusted knight. You held a power that no other could dream to have. The power itself could also rival that of the Kings’ but you would never use it to overthrow the throne which made you admirable and loyal. But as the legend says, you disappeared after you fought the Underworld Demon, the most powerful Demon from the Kingdom of Demon Leagues. You gained a major injury and after defeating the Underworld Demon back into his own kingdom, before conquering Musutania, you disappeared without a trace. At least, that’s the gist of the story.” Izuku walk onto the large dirt patch in front of Toshinori and got into his basic stance to start warming up.

“That’s right. My power is extraordinary and helped me push the Underworld Demon back into his own territory. Straighten your right leg. You missed that rule twice already,” he pointed out. “Do you know the name of this power?”

Izuku stopped moving and gawked at Toshinori. “Your power has a name?”

The man nodded his confirmation. “The name of the power is One for All and I was not born with it. This power has a unique ability to be passed on from one user to the other to continue growing and to hold the peace of the Kingdom of Musutania.”

Izuku sucked in a breath and stared at the lanky blonde man before him. “You mean, your power was given to you?”

“Do you want to know why I’ve been training you Young Midoriya?” Toshinori was now standing up and Izuku watched as the lanky blonde man started to change form, into the familiar sketches in his book. The lanky blonde man before him was no more. All Might stood in front of him, the power radiating from him and making Izuku feel the wall of strength coming at him in waves. “I’ve been training you, so that I could pass this power onto you. You, Young Midoriya, should be the next greatest knight of the Kingdom of Musutania.”

Izuku’s heart skipped many beats. “You mean, you want me to be the next holder of One for All?”

“Indeed. You have the heart of a pure knight.” All Might smiled down at the crying boy.

“B-but what about you?” Izuku remembered a part of the story that he never put thought into. “So, do you really have an injury that was so severe to where you had to retire?”

Suddenly, there was a blast of air and Toshinori was back to his small self. He sat back on the stump and started to unbutton his white top to reveal a nasty slash on his left side. The wound looked like it was trying to heal but could open at any minute. The skin around it was jagged and scarred. “I missed a step and the Underworld Demon took the opening to attack me. I still pushed through, which probably was another reason as to why the wound won’t heal properly. But as you just witnessed, I’m only able to stay in that form for about five to ten minutes before I revert back.”

“So, you’re losing your power,” Izuku finished Toshinori’s thoughts.

“Indeed. So, Young Midoriya, are you willing to take on One for All and train to use this power for the greater good of this kingdom? Will you be the next knight that will defeat all evil and protect the people? Will you be the next All Might?” Toshinori held his hand out towards the young, trembling boy.

Izuku had to take a few seconds to wipe his tears away and properly face the man. He took the hand that reached out to him and stared into Toshinori’s intimidating teal eyes. “I will.”

Toshinori smirked grabbed Izuku’s sword and transformed back into All Might. “Now, I need you to hold onto the hilt of this sword with me and the power of One for All will transfer into you.”

The freckled boy watched as a yellow fire-like glow starting to surround All Might like an aura. His eyes widened as he saw the sword start to shift and grow into a larger blade. “Now, witness the full power of One for All, and take it as yours Young Midoriya.” The yellow glow around All Might was being sucked away by the sword until the glow left the powerful knight and the sword embodied the power before the glow licked at Izuku’s hand and grabbing onto him. The power crept up his arm then, his torso, all the way down to his legs and head. Midoriya himself was now surrounded by this power and Midoriya had to breathe deeply as his heart rate speed up. The yellow suddenly changed color, a seafoam green covered the green haired boy and the fire-like aura began to shift and disappear before coming back as green lightning surrounding him. The aura crackled around him before collecting all at his chest and entering his body. The sword slowly changed back into its original form and so did All Might.

“Now, Young Midoriya, you have the power of One for All. You will be the next savior of this kingdom.” Toshinori smiled down at the boy and let the sword go.

However, the sword suddenly came crashing down into the ground along with Izuku’s body, creating cracks into the dirt “What the hell? The sword is heavier!” Izuku had to grab the hilt with both hands to properly hold the sword. “What’s going on?”

“The sword is heavier because the sword also holds the power of One for All along with its holder. The heavier the blade is, the more power you hold. You must be strong if you can barely hold the blade. You need to train more to properly hold and wield it now that the power infused with the blade.” Toshinori stared at his soon-to-be successor and sighed in relief. “I’m glad I chose you Izuku Midoriya.”

Izuku looked up at his role model, a gleam of motivation and determination glimmered in his eyes and smiled up at him and held a fist against his heart. “I will not let you down All Might.”

“Good. Now, we should head back in, the sun is beginning to go below the horizon. We shouldn’t worry Inko.” Toshinori would not want the end of that spoon in his face again, or have the woman yell something about keeping her baby out too late.

Izuku heaved the sword back into the sheath and was surprised that the sacred blade felt lighter. “That’s odd.”

“The sheath helps hide and compress the power the sword holds. Makes the blade easier to carry when travelling,” Toshinori looked behind him to see Izuku examining the sheath and smiled to himself. “Always needing to know how everything works huh?”

Izuku hooked the sheath back on his belt. “Of course! I like to know how magic works and how birthed powers work. But now…” Izuku held up his own have and made a fist, imagining that green lightning surrounding him but shook his head of thoughts that could keep him up all night.

Toshinori opened the door and gave his trainee one last look for the day before bed. “Goodnight Midoriya.”

“Goodnight Master Toshinori.”

Todoroki was in the sitting area of the home, reading a book that Midoriya knew came from the shelf in the far corner of the room. “I see you’re still up. You can sleep in my room. Do you want the bed or?”

“I can deal with whatever you lay out.” He watched the prince close the book and placed the old text into its proper place on the shelf and followed Izuku into the room. Luckily, Inko already placed the rest of their blankets by his door for him to use and the extra mattress she made a year ago with the small pillows to accompany it. Izuku tried to make the makeshift bed look comfortable. He was still housing the prince and would like to make sure he was comfortable.

Todoroki sat down and was satisfied. He took off his vest and shoes and shoved himself into the top few blankets. Izuku couldn’t help but stare at the heterochromia prince before he decided to ask the question that’s been bothering him since their run in. “Todoroki.”

“You want to know my real reason for running away right?” Todoroki looked over at him and Izuku made a sound of confirmation to his question. The prince sighed and placed his hands behind his head. His red and white hair flared across his forehead and puffed air out to moved stray hairs out of his eyes. “I’m not worthy yet.”

“What? Not worthy?” Izuku sat up a little and placed his arm under his head to roll onto his side.

“Yes. I’m not worthy to be king yet. There’s still so much to learn and I feel like I know nothing about the kingdom itself, the people I mean, and I’m not strong enough to rule this kingdom yet. I left the capitol to find my worth. I’m not returning until I do.” The prince looked over to the freckled boy. “All Might was training you right?”

Izuku nodded in confirmation. “Yeah. He’s been training me for a year and a half so far.”

“Hm. It’s been awhile. He has been weakened majorly since I last saw him. Can I ask a personal question?” Todoroki turned onto his side to fully acknowledge him. “Are you going to be his successor?”

Izuku swallowed and stared wide eyed at the prince before calming back down. “Yeah.”

“Did he already give you that power of his? One for All I mean.” Todoroki was looking into his eyes now and Izuku was starting to think that Todoroki was asking him for help in some way.

“Yeah. Today actually.”

“I figured that’s what you two were doing.” Todoroki turned onto his back again. “I’m glad.” Izuku stared at Todoroki. “I’m glad he chose someone he trusts. I’m glad he chose someone that I can trust.”

Todoroki turned away and Izuku could see his breathing slow down into a steady rhythm. Izuku couldn’t help the smile that graced his features and turned towards the ceiling of his room. “Goodnight Prince Todoroki.”

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kirin-jindosh · 5 years

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The NSFW alphabet for Jindosh

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

If he doesn’t get up and go back to work, he’ll open up a book and read in bed next to you. Is not one for cuddling, but a head resting against his chest is acceptable.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His own favorite body part is his hands/wrists. Whether you hold his hand during or pin his wrists above his head he’s like 👌 his fave body part on his someone is thighs, I’d think. He likes the way they move when his s/o walks and he also likes the feeling of them wrapped around his waist

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He’s fairly clean as an individual. Wouldn’t want cum on himself or the bed. He can’t deny there’s something incredibly arrousing about cumming on his s/o’s face though

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

He likes to be slapped around a bit and talked down to. That’s like foreplay for him. But he also secretly likes to be held tenderly and for his s/o to whisper sweet nothings into his ear as they fuck

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Psshhhh not at all, really. Most of his sexual encounters up to this point have been drunken flings made accidentally. He’s very rusty and will need a lot of support and guidance

F = Favourite Position

He really likes to have his S/O on top regardless of gender. If they’re a man, he likes to lie on his stomach with his face in the pillow. If they’re a woman, he likes to lie on his back and watch them move

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Serious but will make a few snide comments to try and get a rise out of you. Frustration typically leads to tougher sex and he knows that

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

The man has the best kept mustache in all the isles so naturally he pays attention down there as well. Not as often as he should, though, because he’s busy and it’s not like he’s getting laid every night anyway. But yes, typically, very well groomed

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

If he’s been with a particular person for a long time and they’ve done this often, he can let his guard down during and become very intimate and even, dare I say it, romantic. But if it’s a new relationship, he distances himself and tries to make it purely carnal to avoid heartbreak.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He does this more frequently than he would like. If he has a someone, it’s not really an issue. He can go months without anything, then one week, it hits him hard and he’s a mess until the desire passes over.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Likes to have his hair pulled and likes to pull hair. Would be into toys if that were a thing in his world. Would probably craft one for his s/o, have them slip it in as they go out to a party or something similar, then turn it on and off sporadically throughout the night to torment them.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His office is where he works so hardly ever in there. He likes to do it out on the balcony sometimes because no one can see yet it feels so voyeuristic.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Being outsmarted certainly catches his attention. He likes someone who can counter him and keep up with him, the rush of it all often fuels his sex drive. But he also really likes to play with someone innocent and naive, maybe a bit foolish.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Orgies, probably. A 3-way is literally the most he’ll do. Even then, he’s mostly irritated and jealous the whole time.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Preference-he likes to receive, but is willing to give. He’s mostly self conscious because he’s a bit bad at it. But he really enjoys seeing his s/o on their knees in front of him. It’s an ego booster, especially if they were ever rivals.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Surprisingly, he’s fast and rough most of the time. He’s almost always desperate for a climax and he’ll go to any means to get it.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He prefers them, actually. If you gave him the choice between one longish session and five quickies throughout the day, he’d choose the later. He’d think of them as breaks between his work and would call you to his office for one every few hours or so.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

His curiously will, inevitably, be the death of him. He will allow the occasional experimentation as long as it’s well thought out and planned. Don’t spring anything on him or it’ll just piss him off and turn him off.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He sits in a chair all day, what do you think? He lasts maybe five to six minutes and on good days, can go for eight. But that’s why he likes the quickies! There are multiple little sessions so he can make it up to you!

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Like I said, he definitely makes his own. Doesn’t use them on himself. He likely has a separate folder full of concept sketches that he shows his someone nonchalantly before he begins crafting.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Soooooooo much. But he can’t handle being teased back, it ruffles his feathers and makes him blush. But Kirin will always be Kirin, so be prepared for a lot of teasing and taunting to try and get you flustered.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

A medium volume. He’s a very self-aware man and he wouldn’t want to draw all the attention in the room to himself —not during sex, at least. Expect the occasional groan or muffled hiss of pleasure.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Bisexual!! As!!! FUCK!!!!!

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

*cough* Kirin is tall. He definitely doesn’t have girth and he might not have, like, an 8in dick. But like. The man is content.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Low most of the time. Again, he has that occasional week where his stress builds up and he can’t control himself. But for the most part, he has to be prompted into sex.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Haha depends. When was the last time he slept? If you fuck him after a three day tinkering binge, he’s asleep before he even pulls out. If not, he might stay awake with you for a bit and chat before drifting off to sleep or getting up and heading back to his lab.

#long post #kirin jindosh #dishonored 2 #dishonored #jindosh #kirin #dh2 #dh #nsfwork #kirin jindosh x reader

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peyotepetite-blog · 5 years

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Peyote Petite Commissions

Hello all!

Due to life circumstances, I must open commissions.

two months ago, my mother finally left my father, a violent drunk that has abused my mother, brothers and I for as long as we’ve been family. In a rush of alcohol and drugs, he has on several occasions been violent to us to the point where we had to call the police, yet that hasn’t stopped him from continuing to use gaslighting and other verbally and psychological methods to abuse us.

My mother has tried to make ends meet, she had two jobs on top of having to take care of the whole family and with my dad refusing to help her in any way, she overworked herself. Then she was diagnosed with breast cancer and had to take chemotherapy, but that didn’t stop her from working, despite being weak and fragile. To top it all, she also needed a spinal surgery or she would have been paralysed from her chest and down. Thankfully the surgery went well, but it takes years for her body to be able to handle the everyday life as it once was capable of. Now, she is drowning in bills because she is too sick to work and is in the process of being diagnosed with both depression and PTSD - all thanks to my dad’s abuse, who doesn’t seem to understand how much he has broken his own family.This has resulted in me having to support my mother and my two brothers, despite my income being so low that I live below the poverty line. I’ve made ends meet by taking out loans to cover her bills and our medication, but I’m now in 26K debt and can hardly blame my bank for calling it quits.

I have my own struggles. I’m diagnosed with an evasive personality disorder, OCD and chronic depression (I know, quite the mouthful, isn’t it?) and while I have my good periods, I certainly have very bad ones too. It makes having a job exceedingly difficult and I can hardly blame potential employers not wanting to deal with a worker who’s 70% issues. What I get every month barely covers my rent, bills, food and medicine. I scrape every last penny I have to help my mother, which lately has resulted in me not being able to get my own medicine, pay my rent or to eat daily. Fortunately I have been able to get some of my bills postponed, while the others (like rent), I’m hoping to find the money to pay before the two payment reminders I’ve been sent runs out.

On top of that I’ve had to take in my dad’s dog (forcefully. It was being severely neglected) and I have no idea how on earth I am going to pay off the veterinary bills I’ve raked up on her. That being said, not getting her help is out of the question.

Needless to say, I can’t do this forever.

Why am I telling you all of this?

I want you to understand how desperately I have tried to sort all of this out myself. I’ve always been poor and life has always been tough, but I’m a private person and I’ve preferred to take care of myself and those around me. I try not to complain too much and I try not to depend on others. If I thought that I had any way out whatsoever, I would not be here. It is not easy for me to admit defeat, or even admit that I need help, but I do.

I need to be able to pay rent, I need to be able to help my dog Mille recover from what she has been through, I need to be able to buy my most important medication if not all of it, as well as enough food to eat every day, and maybe even a fridge to put it in, would be nice.

I can offer the following:

Drawing Commissions Traditional

20USD - B&W pen and ink

30USD - B&W simple coloring

40USD - Full colored

+5USD to base price if commission has extra/complex details (i.e. washi tape, gold ink, extreme details such as scales)

+10USD for any extra characters

+10USD for detailed backgrounds (i.e. a building, scene etc.)

+shipping cost if you want me to ship the drawing to you (price may vary depending where you live). If shipping is not chosen, a scanned, color corrected version will be sent digitally.

I will not draw the following:

- Extremely violent, phobic, pornographic images

- Any kind of mental abuse depictions

Drawing Commissions Digital

30USD - Digital lineart with a few accents

40USD - Lineart and flat colours

+10USD to base price for any extra characters

+10USD for backgrounds

I also offer ko-fi commissions!

For one ko-fi, you will be sent a picture of a cactus themed chibi, with a text of your choice in the speech bubble.

For two ko-fis, you will get two. I have a total of six designs planned and I will make sure that no one gets doubles.

One ko-fi = 3USD

Procedure

Please send me a DM with what type of commission you want and with any needed information about the character, such as a profile, pictures/references etc. The more the merrier! Please describe what you want me to do regarding poses, colours etc.

I will send you a picture of the base sketch of the drawing. If there is anything you would like me to change, this is the chance to. Otherwise, if everything is ok, I will have to ask you to pay forward the amount for the commission. I ONLY accept Paypal!

Once I have received the payment, I will start working on the commission. Once finished, I will send a picture of it to you and, if requested, ship it to you once the shipping price has been determined.

Below is examples of all commission tiers, along with sketches of the planned ko-fi rewards.

Even if you do not request a commission with me, I will be eternally grateful if you reblog this. Every little thing helps. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this <3

Picture references

Traditional Art Tiers

Digital Commissions

Finished Ko-Fi Reward Example, as well as planned designs

#commisions #art commisions #signal boost #artists on tumblr #need help #peyotepetite #traditional art #digital art

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skeez-queen13 · 5 years

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Bit of a quick life update:

- I’m kind of more active on Twitter these days. I still lurk here as much as I can but there’s more spicy Erasermight fanart and fanfics on Twitter so...I can’t help *lol /gomen/

- Had a bit of a nervous breakdown and had to take a week off of work. I really needed the time away but goddamn. I wish it didn’t take me ending up in the health center in order for me to do so.

[More personal stuff underneath the Read-More]

I also realized just how strained my relationship w/ my family has become as of late. And I’ve also been doing a lot of self reflection in the past few days.

Like- why did I push myself to the breaking point?

Why do I isolate myself so much?

Why am I not moving forward in my life?

Why am I just so goddamn stuck?

And well- I’m not gonna post too much details but after a long discussion with my counselor I got a few good ideas as to why things have been going the way they have.

My current work environment is toxic af. I don’t like my current boss and her current boyfriend is known for sexually harassing women (myself included) and she brings him everywhere she goes /barf/. Plus, she’s not a people person, she’s really abrasive and I have to walk on eggshells around her. Just being around her brings my stress levels and blood pressure up and it’s just....a really crappy situation all around.

I’ve finally accepted the fact that I don’t have time to draw or sketch or plan things out at work anymore. There’s just too much to be done.

And like- that’s just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to problems at work but I’d rather not post that online. It’s just- too much.

And even though my parents don’t ask much of me, I’m also sacrificing a lot of my own time to help take care of them. Whether it’s dishes or cooking or cleaning, etc, etc, etc- I just- don’t have any time for myself anymore.

And- this one is kind of hard, but...

I live in a small isolated town and I’m in my 30′s, I have no peers IRL and everywhere I go I just feel like....I’m drowning in “mommy-culture”. And I feel- like such a jerk for saying that. Because I get that being a mom is great and that they deserve all the respect in the world (hell- I owe my own mom so goddamn much) but like- to be one of the few people in this town that’s into transgressive art, that likes the things I do and is not into the whole concept of being a mother and having no one to talk to about that.

It’s hard. Very very hard.

And I just let myself get caught up in the toxic minutiae of everyday life and all the oppressiveness and isolation that comes with that and I just....

Forgot about the big picture. And my art.

And about all of the stuff that I love doing b/c I just....probably thought that all of this other stuff (the stuff that was bringing me down) was more important than my own needs. Also, now that I’ve said that out loud, I think that putting others ahead of you is also part of the mom-culture that blankets everything over this town.

And that’s great if that’s what you want in life and are able to provide that for others but like- that’s not me. I can hardly stand on my own two legs right now. I just- do not have it in me to be so self sacrificing anymore.

If I wanna get out of this town and start living my ideal life I’ve gotta start being a little more selfish. Especially with my own time.

/sigh/

It feels good to get that off of my chest. And man- I’ve gotta a lot of work to do, but I feel like it’s gonna be fun work.

I recently read Marie Kondo’s Manga and was really inspired. In fact, this week I’ve given myself the homework of cleaning up my room and printing off pictures of my ideal living and work space.

It’s kind of exciting *heh heh*

I know it’s been ages since I’ve talked to anyone here and my sincere apologies if I haven’t responded to any messages or tags here as of late. I wasn’t really in the right headspace and I just didn’t have the time /gomen/

Anyway- ack! It’s already almost 6 PM here! I’ve gotta get dressed and head to the store before it closes!

Hope y’all are doing OK and I miss talking to you all.

I’ll try my best to be more engaging with my mutuals and friends here the future! Ya’ll truly are the greatest!

BBL~!

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#personal #♥♥♥#very personal #life update #venting #life has been very hard lately #I mean they say adversity helps you grow but goddamn #give me a break already #*lmao

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cucumbersncheese · 5 years

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If 'hope' were to change form and become 'stars', and if you were to reach out for them like you reach out for these twinkling balls of gas in the seemingly boundless, limitless sky, you would grasp nothing at all but a mirage. Is it not painful to hope and to lose? "It's not that I don't have hopes and dreams", you find yourself speaking while attempting to sketch out letters in the slightly damp soil with thin branch. Blanketed by the safety of the dark, secrets can rise and flow like reawakened rivers after a drought. 'In this moment, we were eternal', the lyric comes to mind idly. Lying next to you they stir slightly, having almost dosed off while star gazing like the dreaming soul that they are. "Mmm...? T-Then, y-y-you... You d-do have hopes?", they reply rubbing their eyes and sitting up to scoot next to you. You draw your knees closer to yourself just as you draw a deeper breath; it smells like the earth here and next to them and under this sky, you feel like star shine. Like disappearing essence. Like nothing at all. Like the dust of something that once bore a shape, something that is slowly being forgotten, being eroded, by the waves of an ocean that is too tumultuous and too unforgiving. 'Like myself', is the simple answer but you prefer to make it more beautiful, that's all. You dare not think of the reasons why you still stick around, why you seek this person out even as they seek you. Flitting about you like a firefly or like a small bird, their existence... You've grown used to it and that is dangerous. "O-Oh," they stutter, more awake, when you don't reply. "N-Not that I-I didn't t-t-think that y-you didn't- That is, I..." Trailing off, they opt to instead pick at the bottom of their already fraying, aged sweater. They're a warm weight against you- on this chilly night, it provides a comfort that words fail to provide. You stare at their outline for a few seconds, trying to find something that you don't know yet. Their sweater catches a break from the gentle assault when you hesitantly hold their fidgeting hand. In the darkness, you don't know if their face darkens but the shake in their voice when they say your name questioningly is one sprinkled with concern. "I... Is this...?", you don't dare to raise your head in what you classify as a moment of weakness and what they no doubt see as a moment of requiring support. They're nice like that, you've always rationalized it like that. It’s scary to think otherwise, not yet. "O-Of course... W-What's... On your m-mind?" They never grip your hand. They just allow you to hold it and then return it with the same strength; you know this, and so you find it shocking to realize just how strongly they're holding it right now- it's you who's holding on tightly. How peculiar. You let go of the stick in your other hand to instead open their palm and draw shapes on it as you speak, "I... I tried to let go of them, that's all." You imagine the flowers you tend to in this garden, swaying gently in the breeze and try to trace what they'd look like on this small palm. "'A flower does not choose where it blooms'... You said that to me once, didn't you?", you smile even though you know they can't see you, not in this darkness. To your surprise, they drop their head on your shoulder. They don't make to move however, instead choosing to remain in what is, in your eyes and limited perspective at least, one of the boldest actions they could've taken, humming in response. Their breath causes a warm patch to be felt on your skin. "I-I did... It's t-true too."You laugh a bit at the determination in their voice, as if they expect you to argue. "Yes, you were. What I mean here though is..." There is a sense of foreboding and yet you decide to abandon it, refuse to listen to it's warnings that remind you of distasteful memories and the people connected to it.Ghosts of the past that never leave you entirely. How can you say goodbye to something that still affects you so deeply? "Restrictions. A flower has restrictions depending on where it's been planted. And those people... They..." Despite the recklessness you had started off with, you cannot speak further. If you say it, this fragile peace will be broken even as something snaps within you, something that has been deteriorating over time ever since you first realized that this wasn't normal. What people had done to you wasn't normal. Does that mean you weren't normal either? Their face is hidden by your shoulder and your hand is clenching and unclenching itself automatically, with the fierce desire to do something, to escape the situation you brought upon yourself. 'I should've listened to them', your mind yells fiercely, 'what was i thinking? They can't do anything, they can't possibly, they don't even ca-' "Ahaha, this type of existence, without hope or dreams or meaning... Isn't it simply deplorable? Haha...", you state calmly only to break off into a fit of giggles; isn't it funny? Isn't this state of affairs hilarious? Laugh with me so that we can forget. Why aren't you saying anything? Please. Just laugh it off, I- There are hands on your face, gentle, small hands, despite the tremble in them, they hold strong. Your shoulders are shaking but there is no laughter left and you don't know how to fix this. Panic and discomfort soars and inside, a child wails: 'I wish I were like you. I wish I could look at myself the way you look at me. That look of adoration, why doesn't it ever leave? Even now, you...' "...I-I'll always l-look at y-you. N-N-Not what... T-They, want you to b-be. You. A-Always... Always y-you." 'The moon reveals herself to me her own likeness'- a quote from Der doppleganger. The quote arises just as the clouds unveil the moon above you, to shine down upon two unsure children. Their expression causes you to heave in a breath and clasp your mouth shut, so full of care it is that you fear reaching out and shattering the image. They don't have this irrational fear, of vulnerability, not at the moment at least. Their forehead meets yours and they whisper to you, as if it is a great secret- this earth, the flowers, the stars and the moon to bear as witness. "I-I... I c-can't make p-promises." You expected this, for after all, are we not just children? Minuscule, insignificant children? In this world that gave birth to us and then left us to the mercy of adults who had forgotten their own childhood or adults who sought to hurt to make up for some sick sense of sadism, what other choice did children like us have but to look to each other for support? What did a child have in this world? When no one listens to you, what does anyone have? What could anyone say that would make the pain go away permanently? Nothing short of finding your own freedom could possibly fix this mess of your mind, your emotions, yourself. Even small acts of rebellion backfire at times, after all. You knew. You had learned this so well over the years, after all. And so, their words spread a chill within you as the sparks of a newly born hope are estinguished, feeling yourself wilt further before they continue. "B-But I... I s-still want to... G-G-Give you h-hope." Leaning back and hands seeking yours in the moonlight that lays all bare, they hold you carefully and the action brings you back to the present, if only slightly. They take a moment to think before speaking, attempting to make eye contact as you hang onto their every word, "W-We... I... M-Maybe o-one d-day, you'll be able to l-live... How y-you w-want to. A-And I... I'll b-be t-there, a-always. Is..." Here their eyes fall, they find it difficult to maintain eye contact as it is, but you believe it to be partly because of the subject matter causing insecurity. You almost laugh at how analytical you're being in the midst of a partial breakdown. They continue hastily, tripping over their words, "I-Is that o-okay? C-Can I... Be w-w-with y-you? I..." They tighten their grip on your hands slowly, you cannot stop your eyes from widening, "I w-want to s-see you... E-Expanding y-your own w-w-wings one d-day. Being... F-Free. So, um... W-Would you a-allow me t-to s-stay by y-your side?" If these stars ceased to shine down on the earth and if this moon were covered by the clouds once more, maybe this brightness would lessen. Or maybe it would only increase, to serve as an illumination in the darkness. 'Is it possible for people to be beacons of light?', you wonder dimly as you stare unblinking at this earnest person, so desperately snatching at whatever small amounts of hope they can possibly find and giving them, to you. To you, of all people- why? You smile at them, but you don't know what type of smile it is, whether it's melancholic or accepting or just tired. But there's a voice inside you that's just as desperate as they are, to be able to find hope and hold onto it. So you say- "Of course. You for me and I for you." Allowing your head to fall on their chest, which jolts from surprise and nerves, you take the stitched together patchwork of 'hope' given to you with 'love'. Whether it's foolish or not, you accept it. And there under the starlight and star shine, you allow yourself to be held, not too tightly but not too loosely, with a weird mixture of emotions that you are too exhausted to decipher. It's not a permanent solution. It can never be a permanent solution, but it feels just a little less lonely. If you cling hard enough to these blooming feelings, will it be alright one day?

"...Y-You're really a-amazing, you k-know." "In my eyes, you're absolutely radiant." "O-O-Oh, I-I w-would'nt, I m-mean-" "Take the compliment, silly." "Um... O-Okay! Heehee..." "...Hey." "Yes?" "What's your favorite flower?"

#cheese writes #a soft series #idk what to tag this as #children #clinging #hope #i wrote this for a magazine my cousins friend is doin... dunno if itll be accepted thp #its too much i think

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oatsn-honey · 5 years

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Summary: Zelda was concerned for him -- he had been awfully quiet that day. She wondered, "Is this the breaking point?" (zelink, post-botw, zelda pov)

Hiya! So, I just got botw, and I am now officially o b s e s s e d (seriously, send help). I thought that I would give writing for this amazing game a shot, so without further delay, enjoy!

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We had been sitting outside his home for a while, listening to the fire crackling and watching the sun slowly disappear off the horizon. While it was indeed serine, I still worried. He had been awfully quiet today -- since the fall of the poisoning malice, he had begun to open up more, acting silly and showing his emotions. I tapped my wooden pencil against my leather-bound notebook, sighing softly and turning to gaze at him. His knees were pulled up to his chest, and he had his arms wrapped around them. His head rested against his knees, disheveled blonde hair cascading down.

I stared a while longer, my eyebrows furrowing, studying how the fading sunlight illuminated his body’s outline and grazed his face with ethereal glow, bouncing from his freckled skin. I turned to a blank page in my notebook, hoping to capture the picture. I bit the inside of my cheek, and with silent fervor began to doodle. I managed to finish sketching out the drawing just as the first stars began to litter the sky. I wanted desperately to show him, but felt off about doing so. So instead, after refining the drawing somewhat, I began to aimlessly map out some Guardian parts.

Suddenly, accentuated with a shaky breath, he turns to me, “Zelda,” he whispers, glancing up at me through his long bangs, “Do you ever feel your chest and heart convulse with the need to cry… but you just… can’t?” I inhaled sharply, surprised by his abrupt words, but remained silent. I could tell there was something else he wanted to say.

I stealthily slid closer to him, leaving my book and pencil behind. My body gently nudged his, and I felt him flinch, but I did not back away. “W-well, I guess I do know what you mean,” I started awkwardly, gulping, “kind of.” He spared me a questioning look. I continued, “What makes you feel this way, Link?” I knew I was never the best at providing comfort to others, but I would try. Before he could start speaking, I tagged on a firm, but kind reminder, “I’m always here to listen to you.”

He hid away, his words muffled, “I-I just… I’m- I’m so l-lonely,” he stuttered, voice weak. “I don’t even know w-why. I have you, and- and I just…,” his voice broke, “I’m so…”

My lips made a grim line. Sighing softly, my silky strands moving with the exhalation of breath, I closed the small gap between us, my hand nudging his leg. Several silent moments passed.

Eventually, my fingers brushed his cheek. I tenderly cupped his face, and he lifted his head just enough for his eyes to peek through his messy bangs. We locked gazes and I stared, entranced, into his ocean orbs, the sea color crashing with waves of built up emotions trying to spill over the edge of a wall. Tears pooled in the corners, and I felt my stomach clench and heart ache. He took a shuddering breath. “Zelda, I’m so sad.”

I dropped my hand from his freckle-splattered cheek and I swallowed, unsure of what to say, “I-I’m,” I snapped my mouth closed. My silence was deafening, and soon he was curling further into himself, shoulders quaking as silent cries racked his body. Tears dripped slowly down my face as I stared at my trembling hands. What was I supposed to do?

I couldn’t take it anymore. I launched myself forward, wrapping my arms around his shaking body and pulling him into me, “Link, Link, I’m so sorry,” I whispered into his hair as he clutched the front of my shirt.

The dam broke. Tears spurted from his eyes and his body trembled with labored, rapid breathing. He rubbed his palms on his face, sobs racking his body and making his voice jump, “Zelda, help, I’m tired of being sad! I’m tired of feeling alone! Nothing matters and everything matters! Everyday is a struggle, and I just can’t keep going! I-I,” He choked on his words leaning into my embrace, “I’m not good enough! Everything is always my fault! Maybe if I had trained harder or had been more careful, none of this would’ve happened -- I would’ve stopped Ganon one hundred years ago, and then maybe-maybe I wouldn’t be so lonely!” He tried to breathe, chest heaving.

“I’m so afraid. And I’m so confused.” He weeped into my shirt, soaking it with his tears.

“I know,” I uttered, trying to silence my own crying.

“Where are all of these emotions coming from?! There are so many of them!” He yelled, causing my heart to wrench painfully.

“I-I know.”

“They’re eating me up! Controlling my life! They make my heart burn, and they make me sick,” He gasped into my drenched shirt, “I make myself sick. I hate myself so much. Why am I even alive? I don’t want to live like this anymore, I don’t want to live, I-” He couldn’t say anymore, and curled into me, hands clenching the material of my clothes tighter. After several minutes of grieving, with whimpers falling from his lips, he spoke hoarsely, “What do I do, Zelda?”

“I don’t know,” I sniveled, failure and helplessness bubbling in my chest. I hugged him tighter, crying into his golden locks.

He looked up at me, eyes swollen and bloodshot, tears dripping from his chin, face flushed, and eyes so pained, and breathed, “I just want to be happy.”

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“Zelda, I’m so sad,” Is what he had said, broken down and sobbing openly for the first time in our long lives. I had told him, “I know,” and tried to convince him (and myself) that I truly understood what was happening. But, did I? I don’t think I did fully, no. I was confused, just as he, and didn’t know how to help. I had certainly felt that, the helplessness, before. Perhaps it was the most common emotion in my life. But, knowing that I had no way to provide true, immediate comfort to my friend, my love, was truly heartbreaking. Even more so, I had to accept that these feelings of his weren’t new, certainly not. They had been present long before the Calamity. He had been suffering this for longer than he could literally remember. And I was utterly oblivious. That was the epitome of uselessness.

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Dismal. Sorrowful. Despairing. Despondent. Heartbroken. Distressed. Doleful. Grieved. Somber. Wistful. Dejected.

There were so many words he could’ve used. So many words that conveyed so much more. But, he said “I’m so sad.” Sad. What does that word even mean? What does it mean to be truly sad? The way it seemed to me, that small snippet of a word was a mashed up combination of every word, and so many more, listed above that could only be described as the word it was; sad.

That three letter word held more power than the Calamity itself. It could break the strongest of soldiers with a single, undetectable blow. Did it break my knight? I wondered if there was any word that was strong enough to combat it. A word capable of overpowering it and bring another simple word to light; happy. That was another word he had used -- “I just want to be happy.”

Could a word even simpler than sad prevail? That would be the test, the hope. For the word that was put against the formidable three letters was I. I would fight his sadness. I was determined to see him smile and hear him laugh. I was going to piece him back together, even if it was the last thing I did. I was going to love Link. And he was going to be happy.

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Hopefully it wasn't too sad haha. Also, this is a bit of an experiment, because I’ve never written in a character’s pov, so hopefully it wasn’t too bad. To be honest, this was a vent fic I wrote at 3 am, so I don't expect it to be all that good. But, I do have another Zelda fic coming out, so stay tuned! Well, that's all for today. Have a great day, and eat and drink plenty! <3

(p.s. let me know if you're interested in a second chapter for this)

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