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Hood Assistant
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Part 4
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Hate is born from fear, and rebellion from curiosity, so what is love born from?
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Jonathan Crane wasn't always a clinically insane villain, or that's what he tells himself inside his cell; he was a brilliant scientist, and everything was going perfectly until the conflict of morality entered his practices.
It was just a couple of people, there are millions of them. Crane saw no problem in subjecting his own co-workers to his new invention "fear gas" and it was a success! for a few minutes at least; and then he was accused of so many absurd things that he can't be bothered to try to remember.
The worst part was not that, but the thousands of eyes that always watched him from the window, reddish eyes judging the center of his soul, those damn feathered creatures that mocked him, since he was a child he could remember the flying rats circling around him, he hated them!
Always there, always watching, judging, judging, judging, yelling loudly, laughing at him, Crane had had enough; even when "Scarecrow" was born he tried to drive them away, that was the whole purpose of the damn body protection, the research suit of him, but even during his last fight with batman they were there. The "Robins" themselves caused him dislike because they alluded to those flying monsters.
Finally he could get rid of them, he had decided to share his research to the world by testing it on humans in the past, when he still cared about general opinion; That was apparently disapproved, however if he got rid of the airborne pests it should be better right?
"I am a genius!" Crane exclaimed between laughs as he walked through the desolate streets of Crime Alley, his escape was not difficult at all, there were as many corrupt guards in Arkham as there were in the police, only one of his men got the job and before anyone knew it he was free.
He had made up his mind, if he could combine his research and get rid of those flying beasts it would all be worth it, literally two birds with one stone! a little infection in the legs of one of them and not even Batman could stop him.
"I have to get close to those things, though," Scarecrow muttered in disgust, watching the crows watching him from the telephone wires, "I suppose sacrifices must be made for human progress."
From the top of a telephone tower, a light-eyed crow watched the villain curiously, flapping its wings and following him through the streets. It was normal since he wasn't an adult yet so most things made him curious, a few days ago he had followed a bright red helmet and he fed him, he assumed it would be the same situation.
"Sacrifice, sacrifice," the crow exclaimed, echoing Crane's words, albeit in a slightly broken way.
"That's right, sacrifices" although he was reluctant to agree, Scarecrow nodded "now where was my safe house? I had one around here"
With easy steps, not caring too much about the fact that he was a fugitive at the time, Crane headed toward a mostly abandoned apartment complex, he recalled setting up a safe house on the spot.
"Here it is!"
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"Ugh, Cujo turn off the alarm," Danny muttered, tiredly rolling over on his bed, and trying to put a pillow over his ears.
Failing to accomplish his task, he gave up and removed the pillow, getting up and trying to open his eyes to focus on his surroundings. Even though it was mostly dark in his room, ghost powers were quite useful when it came to night vision.
"Johnny what the hell are you doing here?" The half questioned seeing not only Cujo sleeping next to him but also a blond ghost glowing like a radioactive pit in the middle of his room. He wondered if he was watching him sleep but ended up dismissing the thought, Johnny would get bored doing that.
"I came to notify you and this is how you pay me?" the ghost asked, offended, he'd hung up on his late night call with Kitty and all.
"Notify me what?" The doubtful boy questioned as he petted the ghost dog, which instead of waking up just rolled to the side reluctantly "and how did Cujo not wake up with all that noise? Did you set an alarm?"
"No, it's all over the city" Johnny sighed, although he didn't need sleep he liked to "Something about a place called Arc Ham, an escape, I didn't quite understand what they were talking about"
"Uh, I don't know what they mean either" the halfa frowned and checked his phone, it was 4:42 in the morning and he had an unread message.
Early Meeting - Jason
Johnny moved closer to read because privacy in the apartment was apparently optional, or so Danny thought wearily.
"Oh, he wants to see you early? More time for you to fantasize about your life together and your future cat" the blond scoffed.
"Shut up Johnny, I still have to ask Hood about his relationship, I'm not breaking up a couple" Danny said resignedly, he really needed to confirm that.
Deciding that it wasn't really possible for him to go back to sleep he stretched and yawned, maybe it would be a good start to his day early.
"Let's go have breakfast, it's going to be 5 o'clock anyway and I don't think we'll sleep with all that noise" he commented leaving his room and going to the living room of the apartment, to be part of an abandoned building in one of the worst places from the city it was quite spacious; Of course, both Technus and Danny made some improvements, avoiding touching the strange room in the back.
"Sure Hun, I could use some ecto" the ghost followed him, letting the pup sleep for a bit longer.
When they turned on the kitchen lights, something began to knock on the door. It seemed that they were trying to open it, the ghost and the halfa looked at each other doubtfully.
"Sacrifice, sacrifice!" The voice of a crow was heard outside.
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"What do you mean Scarecrow escaped from Arkham, Replacement?" Jason questioned with annoyance as he walked through his apartment, a couple of hours ago he had finished his rounds on Crime Alley and it turns out that he couldn't sleep because he had a crazy person on his streets.
"Yes, he is in your territory so we decided not to interfere until we told you first" Tim said, his relationship with his older brother was strained at best.
"Don't you dare invade, I'll take care of him." Jason frowned, he didn't need the whole gang in his house.
"It'd be safer if we could go now, Little Wing-" Dick tried to reason.
"No, I'll take care of him" Jason stated again.
"Fine, but let us know if you need backup" Dick sighed, there was no reasoning with his little brother when he was like that, he was too stubborn.
"It's too early anyway, he's probably hiding, Crane is dramatic enough to wait until dark." Jason sighed reluctantly, waving goodbye and disconnecting the communications.
"It's better if I gather the gang earlier, don't you think, beautiful?" He questioned bending down and stroking Dog's head affectionately, although at first he was going to leave the pitbull at a shelter, he had grown fond of her.
Deciding that this was the best course of action he sent a message to all the "Hoodlins" or whatever they decided to call themselves that week for an earlier meeting. It was better to coordinate a delivery of gas masks in the community, for any mishap. Just in case Crane decided to go even crazier than usual.
"At least they didn't ask about the helmet" he hummed uncertainly, technically there was nothing wrong, but after a confrontation with a gang and some baseball bats it ended up being dented, his communications were pretty affected.
He could quickly repair it in the Batcave but he refused to set foot in the place before the weekly meeting Alfred forced them to attend. He decided to check it out in the afternoon, he was pretending to be just "Jason" and could claim that the Hood was looking for Crane, which wasn't a lie.
In the worst case he would call Babs to alert the bats if he ran into Scarecrow while he was camouflaging himself as a "civilian", he hated being rescued but it was unlikely to happen.
He couldn't be that unlucky, right?
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"Uh, I wonder if it's the owners calling," Danny muttered under his breath as the door kept swinging.
Deciding to ignore the strange phenomenon for now (what could happen to them? They were already dead) he passed a container of ecto to Johnny while he poured himself a coffee, with radioactive green foam of course.
"Didn't food used to come alive when you did that?" questioned the ghost looking at the coffee uncertainly, he had fought alive hot dogs before and didn't find it a fun experience.
"Not in such small quantities, my parents had a full fridge; it's like comparing putting a drop of acid in water with putting a drop of water in acid" the halfa commented nonchalantly, all of his ectoplasm was arranged to isolate itself from food and being properly protected, the radiation was basically nil.
"Right." Johnny internally wondered if no one had called child protection or OSHA, but looking at the boy who was literally a foot from the grave he figured it was too late.
The ghost decided that it was better to change the subject before going into an existential crisis about his friend/ex/roommate with little sense of survival and unsafe home, Danny was not a Fenton anymore after all. Luckily he remembered an important question that Kitty had asked him earlier.
"Hey Danny, if you didn't have money to pay for an apartment when you got here, how did you get this place?" Johnny questioned curiously as the thought came to his mind again, he remembered the halfa complaining about it, and Kitty was curious too.
Danny didn't answer and just looked away, which made the blonde suspicious.
"Danny?" he asked again
"Maybe there was an empty apartment in good condition and I just...occupied it" the halfa replied, drinking his coffee and trying to get out of the conversation.
"DID YOU STEAL AN APARTMENT?" The ghost exclaimed in surprise.
"Well, it's not stealing if no one is claiming it" the boy defended himself.
"Weren't you supposed to be the hero?" Johnny questioned in dismay.
 "No, I'm retired," Danny shrugged.
Johnny looked at the boy again, trying to connect the current image with the teenage hero he remembered, guessing he had simply slipped more to the gray side of things.
Was it his fault? He questioned himself for a few seconds before remembering all the boy's influences in his life and denying, no, Danny definitely had worse examples.
"Actually there is a room that we decided not to check for that reason, it felt weird" commented the halfa looking at the end of the corridor "Technus said it was creepy and I left it alone"
"Aren't you curious what can scare even a ghost?" The blond asked, now he wanted to explore the room.
"No Johnny, leave the place alone" Danny dismissed the comment.
"Oh come on, you can't just say there's a secret and unexplored room and forbid it" the ghost frowned, maybe he was getting carried away by the same influence of rebellion that had led him to die but he didn't care.
"I'm literally Schrödinger's cat, I don't want to be the cat that dies of curiosity too, the next thing we know I'll grow cat ears" the halfa denied, what works, works.
"Coward" the blond frowned annoyed.
"Fine, you can search the room but it will be at your own risk, okay? You have to face the consequences if something happens" Danny resigned himself to letting Johnny discover whatever was in there, he didn't care so much but maybe it would be nice to know .
"Cool!" The ghost lit up like a Christmas tree and floated to the mysterious door, opening it.
The room was quite strange, it looked like a study full of chemicals and various things, there were multiple glass bottles bubbling and had formulas on the walls; the final result, if the annotations could be trusted, it looked like some kind of spray, the ghost approached the container with curiosity. It was obvious that the place hadn't been used in a while, but someone had left a job unfinished.
"Uh, it looks like some kind of gas, I think this was a mad scientist's house" Johnny commented uncertainly as he sprayed some gas, it didn't seem to do anything, but to be fair he didn't really need to breathe, and there was no way it would affect his skin if it wasn't meant for ectoplasm.
"A gas?" Danny peeked down the hall, seeing the chem lab Johnny was in, he supposed it was ironic moving from a house with a lab in the basement to an apartment with a lab down the hall.
"Yeah, there's a trap door here, so there must be more, maybe even a basement" the ghost commented curiously, it was obvious what he planned to explore next "the gas doesn't do anything though"
"It's probably meant for humans, you don't breathe so it doesn't affect you" the halfa theorized more than determined to get away from the lab if Johnny was spraying dangerous substances all over the place.
"I guess" The ghost agreed, he was about to open the hatch when he heard the front door give way; he left the laboratory alarmed and closed the door, he could see the place when someone was not invading his temporary haunt.
"Sacrifice, sacrifice!" was heard again.
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"Damn, the door is locked" after twenty minutes of pushing the apartment door Scarecrow was starting to get annoyed, he knew the place was old but this was just ridiculous.
To top it off, the number of crows that were watching him had increased, what was the point of the disguise if they were going to follow him like lost ducklings?
"Get out, get out, get out" he tried to push them away, it probably looked ridiculous, considering that the little annoyances flapped their wings and came closer, he could see in their eyes how they were judging him again, it was frustrating.
"Get out, get out, get out" the crows repeated together.
Crane's anger was building, were the damn birds kicking him out? He couldn't believe the nerve of the things, he really needed to get rid of them as soon as possible. If only the bloody door would give way.
"Shut up!" He exclaimed in annoyance, although he knew that wouldn't work.
"Shut up, shut up" repeated the crows with joy, they really were very intelligent.
Deciding to ignore the creatures he turned his attention to the door again; after all his attempts the damn thing had opened and he could access his safe house.
"Finally!" Scarecrow smiled, he just needed a few minutes in his lab and everything would be solved.
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Shadow wasn't very forthcoming, unlike most concept-born ghosts who expressed their opinions freely, they preferred hiding; They could understand that most of their acquaintances had thought they were just part of Johnny and honestly they didn't care. Because as stupid as it sounds bad luck marveled at love, and he learned the most important thing: to spend your existence learning by your Soulmate's side, protecting and caring for them was worth it.
And maybe it was true, that nothing and no one was immune to falling in love, platonic or romantic; and as is well known, everyone does stupid things for love.
So, you can understand why as soon as Shadow felt danger near their haunt, they decided to check the surroundings; Johnny would probably wake up soon but it was more important to ensure the safety of his light. Their obsession might not be protection like the halfa's, but they were going to vanish before leaving the blond unprotected against an unknown threat.
They found it curious to see a man in a strange costume on the streets. At first they thought it was a ghost but they couldn't feel any ectoplasm inside him. Curiously, they hid within the nearby shadows. It was probably for that reason that the strange term attracted many crows, it was said that they were the symbol of bad luck and they honestly liked them.
"Sacrifice, sacrifice" sang one of the younger crows approaching, Shadow couldn't help but get out of the shadows and approach the little thing, instead of moving away the crow flew towards them and snuggled into their arms, or what was supposed to be their arms.
The disguised stranger continued to walk away, the crows that had surrounded them at the beginning seemed to take more interest in the disguise and decided to follow him. That was probably better, the human was talking to himself, which could teach the birds more, after all Shadow preferred not to talk at all.
Seeing that there was no more danger, they decided to go back to their haunt companions, the weird guy followed by crows didn't seem like a threat so they could go back to Johnny and make sure the surroundings were safe again. With the goal in mind they walked away with the raven in their arms.
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"Shadow?" questioned Johnny curiously seeing his partner at the door, his thoughts about the strange lab almost forgotten, "what do you have there?"
"Sacrifice! Sacrifice!" exclaimed the crow in the ghost's arms, flying around the apartment.
"Oh no, no, no, no, no more pets in this apartment" Danny immediately shook his head upon seeing the little bird singing "much less sadistic pets"
"The only pet we have here is Cujo" Johnny claimed, offended.
Danny decided not to mention that taking care of both Johnny and Shadow was equivalent to taking care of two more pets, because they required almost the same as Cujo: food and attention. Well, more Johnny, Shadow was pretty quiet and didn't demand anything.
"Uhu, we're not adopting a crow." Danny rolled his eyes at the pleading eyes of both ghosts.
“Crow! Crow!” Exclaimed the excited crow.
"But he's so smart, and he's a quick learner" the blonde said "Let's not adopt him, just let him stay around often, please?"
"Please, please!" It seemed that the crow itself was begging, so the halfa sighed.
"Fine, we'll let him go, but he can climb out the window if he chooses and we'll feed him." Danny said, it was obvious he was going to have another pet to take care of.
"Excellent!" Johnny looked at Shadow expectantly, Shadow simply nodded, clapping their hands and hugged the blond before merging back to their original place "Shadow agrees too"
“Gree, Gree" the crow was learning too many words and sounds.
"You're a very smart crow aren't you?" Danny called the bird that had landed on his head "I'll call you Poe."
"Poe! Poe!" The crow moved over his head and flew to his shoulder.
"Fine, but I have to go to work in a few minutes anyway, Johnny don't wake Cujo up, and if anything happens call me okay?" The halfa couldn't help but go to get ready for work, probably a little better than he should.
"The Twinkcito is lost" Johnny laughed as he sat down next to the crow that was now perched on the sofa "I'm sure he dressed up too much to go see Jay"
"Twi!Twi!cito!" Poe tried to get the word out.
"Yes, Twinkcito head over heels in love," Johnny encouraged him.
"Love love!" Poe exclaimed proudly.
When Danny ran out of the apartment, after spending too much time considering what he should wear, Johnny decided not to comment on how his little visitor had followed him.
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"Sorry, am I too late?" Danny hurried to meet Jason at the right place, he had come running because it took him too long to decide what to wear, which was a little ridiculous when he ended up wearing the same jacket Johnny gave him in reverse.
"No, you're just in time, I was going to make the announcement" Jason smiled a little relieved, he had been scared that some of his men were missing "Okay, listen up"
He raised his voice to get the attention of most of the people gathered, although it didn't have as much effect as the moment a crow landed on his head, Jason looked at him strangely, but decided to ignore it as Danny waved the crow off.
"Scarecrow escaped last night" Jason continued, grunts were heard from the crowd "yeah, I'm not excited either, but we'll spend today handing out gas masks around Crime Alley, okay?"
After a general agreement he turned to Danny who was looking at the crow in a panic "Are you okay?"
"Ah, yes, perfectly, yes" the halfa replied a little upset.
"Twinkcito! Twinkcito!" Poe exclaimed happily.
"Johnny" Danny growled as he heard the crow.
"I suppose it's yours?" Jason chuckled but tried to cover it up by coughing, which didn't have much of an effect when Danny saw his betrayal.
"It's not mine, my roommate brought it and he's been following us but I thought he'd leave as soon as I got out of the apartment" the boy sighed.
"I guess he's taken a liking to you, what do you think about joining us today buddy?" Jason questioned patting the crow's head, though he wondered if he should look up more about that Johnny.
"Love! Love!" The crow exclaimed excited.
They both stared at the crow's words for a few seconds, Danny was the first to look away embarrassed, he was going to find out how to kill Johnny twice. One word shouldn't cause you to instinctively look at someone damn it.
"Right." Jason cleared his throat and led Danny over to the gas masks he had collected for these occasions, most of the goons were grabbing their own bag but since he was technically still a suspect, and fairly new, he had decided to join the boy for the task.
The morning passed quickly as Danny followed Jason carrying a bag of the masks that they were handing out together through Crime Alley. In general it seemed that Jay was focusing on the children, it was common for them to change places so he was worried that his companions would not reach them in time. The crow had moved away a while ago.
Danny greeted the kids who had arrived last time and they asked when he would be back at the soup kitchen.
"Well, I don't eat much, but if it's for work, probably next week" the halfa admitted.
Both Jason and the children looked at him uncertainly. Jason wondered if he should raise his pay since he hadn't given him any money yet, so maybe he didn't have food; or whether he should prepare refreshments for him. The children were more direct.
"Don't you eat much? Don't you have food at home?" A surprised girl questioned.
"Yes, I have food, although today I only had coffee for breakfast" Danny shrugged "my friend makes sure I eat something during the day, I usually forget about it"
Jason frowned at the answer, so the problem wasn't money.
"You're going to have breakfast with me on the days we work together" the vigilante pointed out, probably more demanding than he intended.
"Huh? Okay" Danny blushed, thinking that Jay had indirectly asked him out "Won't Hood have a problem with that?"
"Why would he?" Jason looked at Danny doubtfully. "I'm pretty sure he'll feed you as soon as I mention it to him."
The children looked at each other and after a quick conversation where Danny assured that he was not starving, they said goodbye. Each one with a mask in hand and a new tidbit about "Jay, the new guy and Hood"
After a while of distributing the masks Danny decided to ask.
"Jay, what's a Scarecrow?"
"Right, you're new to Gotham" Jason reminded "he's a recurring villain, he likes to scare people with fear gas"
"Oh" Danny remembered the lab at home "green gas?"
"Not necessarily, I really don't know what color it will be as he updates the formula." Jason was pretty sure Crane preferred purple for some reason.
"And by any chance he wears a Scarecrow mask and dresses weird?" Danny questioned looking across the street in a bit of a panic.
"Yeah, how did you know?" Jason asked curiously.
"Sacrifice! Sacrifice!" The crow flapping in front of them in a panic, Jason noticed that Danny was reaching into the bag.
It was at that moment that a building exploded behind him and Jason could hear Crane's characteristic laugh from across the street. He was relieved that he hadn't noticed them until Scarecrow fixed his gaze on the crow near them.
"Finally, I will get rid of those monsters and fear will rule all of Gotham!" Crane exclaimed with glee, laughing as the gas began to spread out down the street.
Jason cursed his luck, the only day the mad scientist had preferred to attack in the middle of the damn afternoon and he didn't have his weapons or his helmet with him "Danny you have to get out of here"
"No" Danny continued searching, but at the end of the bag he could only find a mask "you have to get out of here and gather the others"
Jason fixed his gaze on the approaching gas, Crane closing in on them too fast, driven to get rid of the crow next to them.
"Danny, the masks" Jason was cursing, he had to be stuck as a civilian.
"There's only one left" the halfa murmured worriedly.
Before Jason could say anything else, the gas was beginning to spread until almost reaching his face, he turned to Danny in a panic when he felt a weight on his nose.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? You've never faced fear gas before, you have no resistance!" Jason exclaimed in concern, trying to remove Danny's hands from his face where he had put the only gas mask on.
No matter how hard he tried to struggle, the boy had more strength than he appeared. Jason didn't have time for pretty boys with a hero complex, it was too dangerous.
"Love! Love!" The crow exclaimed in panic, rising to where the gas was not reaching.
"Yeah, I'm probably being an idiot, I know." Danny was aware of that, he didn't know how his own unique physiology would react to the gas, but he could handle Frighty's dimension, and if anything happened he would at least know that Jay would be safe. His core couldn't bear to leave someone in danger, much less someone he likes.
"Now is not the time to be a hero!" Jason complained angrily when the boy adjusted the mask on his face, he could see Danny being surrounded by the damn gas.
"I'm not a hero Jay" Danny denied, it had been a long time since he was one, he swallowed looking around, not knowing what to expect "But I know some people are worth going crazy for"
Was he being a hopeless romantic? Yeah; logically he knew he could have gotten rid of the effects another time where he was paying more attention, there were many solutions: not breathing, surrendering to his ghost form, becoming intangible, but as he had mentioned earlier, he was a fool; he could feel his head start to cloud over, he had gasped in reflex panic, he was scared of not finding a mask for Jay and he forgot about himself, it was too late.
"Damn," Jason growled as he pressed the button that called Oracle, he held Danny close to his body as he saw him start to tremble "fuck, fuck."
"Jason? What's wrong?" Barbara's voice sounded shaken, it was early for anyone in the family to call, and Jason calling was rare.
"Crane, I'm engaged, tell the bats to hurry up or I swear I'll shoot him in the head" he said annoyed "he's not paying attention to me but I'm in front of him, I'll hide in a nearby alley, tell them to hurry up fucking immediately"
Oracle hastened to call the bats tracking his current location as Jason walked off into one of the nearby alleys, leading a trembling Danny along with him.
"You're an idiot" he murmured sadly, hugging the boy; he held him when the boy couldn't stand up and began to mutter in panic.
He knew there wasn't much he could do, he had a gun hidden in his thigh but if he killed Crane he would have another argument with B, and he was honestly not in the mood, he didn't want to leave Danny alone either.
"They better hurry up, damn it" even though he knew there was no point getting upset, he couldn't help it, he was aware that it would take a while for the bats to even process an antidote for Scarecrow's new formula.
"No wait, don't leave me alone" Danny stirred where he was still nestled in his arms, Jason stroked his back lovingly.
"Shh, its okay, you're not alone, I'm here" the vigilante knew it was useless, most of the victims of the fear gas were not aware of their surroundings, but he needed to do something to console the stupid man who decided to jump into an unknown danger for him, who did not think twice before deciding that he was worth it.
"You make it very difficult to suspect you, you know?" Jason sighed "I think I grew fond of you too, Doll."
And really, this guy was unfair, how could Jason resist falling for this asshole?
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Aaand tag time, sorry for all the wait, honestly it was a bit of a difficult week but I wasn't going to let the week go by without an update so here we are, I hope you liked it (Hi Nixxie), I don't know how I keep accidentally making my chapters bigger but hey, I was really excited to write this scene and here we are, I hope this story doesn't go too fast for you, tell me your theories about the lab or anything else haha
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୨♡୧ 𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 | 𝐁𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ୨♡୧
TW: angst, daddy issues, daddykink, praise kink, slight smut, gn reader, description of mental suffering, unreliable narrator.
Inspirations - "Daddy issues" the neighborhood and "the crow" by Edgar Allan Poe.
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Bi Han was always your safe haven, the man who, despite being cold and harsh, managed to leave you well in his hands, the walks outside in the gardens, at sunset with the cool breeze of air on the two of you's sweaty skin, after an exercise from the Liu Kuei clan. The lights mixed incessantly with the desire for a new day, a new day that you could be in Bi Han's arms again, in a more intimate way, like a lover, like his odyssey.
The grand master, so feared by everyone, was a man who welcomed you in the worst moments, giving you the pleasure of being truly accepted by someone in such a cruel and empty reality, he was your master, your teacher, but also your friend , your man, your impossible passion.
Bi Han always found your eyes reflected by an impossible connection for several reasons of unfortunate fate, one of them being his position as grand master, he was and had to be a serious man and older than you, even though you two were adults he I just knew I wasn't good enough for you.
So many nights you ran, with sore, cut feet across the steep forest floor with tears in your eyes towards Bi Han's house, he was already waiting for you at the door, he knew your problems. His muscular and slightly cold arms surrounded you, a chaste and long kiss was received by the older man's lips.
"-Go ahead and cry, little boy/girl, nobody does it like you do, I know how much it matters to you. I know that you got issues." -Bi Han spoke with a deep and calm voice, a side that only you knew existed, as he ran his hand through your hair, your tears fell on his arm, salting his skin, but he didn't care what mattered was you, in that At the moment it was just you and him in everyone.
"-And if you were my little boy/girl, I'd do whatever I could do... I'd run away and hide with you.." -He whispered in your ear, an impossible promise, an empty truth, a sweet lie, but you needed sweet things and even though it was impossible you wanted to believe, to cling to a reality that you and Bi Han were more than just grand master and ninja apprentice.
It wasn't impossible to deny the exchange of looks between you, every touch, every caress wasn't a secret, but no one would dare question the nature of the two of you. The nights lying beneath him, with Bi Han's silky black hair falling over his face, his skin reflected in the moon.
"-Are you okay to continue?"
"-You're doing so well"
"-Those are such pretty sounds."
"-One more for me, you've done such a good job for me."
"-I think if you beg a little more sweetly, I might be convinced."
"-You open up so nice for me."
"-You look so silly and cute squirming like that."
"-I really want to spend my entire life by your side (Y/N)" - Bi Han spoke in a hoarse tone, grotesque moans, louder than the eternal evil of greed in his own mind, sickened by the thirst for power, you knew, you always knew he was a broken man but those moments of lustful voluptuousness, lying in the soft, gentle bed of your hidden lover. The moon was the only witness to such feats of the intimate encounter between the two of you.
But that didn't last long.
Bi Han broke, you could be his love, his refuge of peace, the hope of an empirical and silent future, unique and direct days, lost in a dismal space deep in the soul and mind of your former lover, he betrayed his brothers, he sought the power he so desired, you were now seen as weak, an obstacle for him.
Nothing else was important to him at that moment, the pain of immortal longing, the emptiness in his cold chest and his heart beating faster with each memory of you, sitting in his solitude, the fortress that surrounded him, echoed, seized the feeling of having you and understand the love and passion that was lost in the mortal days, where Bi Han's war for power made you turn away from him.
You sent letters and everything you could, trying to communicate with him, but no response, no sign of life in your love. Then, you saw him later, married to a powerful woman, who was going to help him make the new Liu Kuei clan strong, you were in shock, but you just walked past him, saying...
"-Nevermore."
He would never forget your words.
Bi Han, found sitting at rest, in vain, the quiet of his thoughts, the soft thought of your name echoed in his chest. "-(Y/N)." such a name, which he will never forget.
The snow and wind breached the open windows, entering the room unceremoniously, then a familiar voice whispered in the night along with the cold wind.
"-Nevermore."
Bi Han trembled, his legs slowly gave out, he had lost everything, he wanted you again, but it was just a projection of guilt, the punishment of fate for leaving you, even though he was meditating, waiting, conjecturing, your voice didn't stop , taking away the balm of little peace pretended and created, in a lie of power and conquest that he lived.
He whispered your name, letting it echo through the dimly lit room, the pain of guilt, the pain of having lost you, the pain of having thrown away a future with you left his soul in an eternal cry of regret and suffering, never calmed by these immortal hours.
The Time continued, his life passed, but without you, it was like claws opening his chest, a pain that was already raw, and remembering your words he understood, he would never have you back.
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Heroes vs. Villains : The Staff [Part 4]
Platonic GN!Reader x NRC Staff vs. RSA Staff Word Count: 2.9k
Summary: Woe to the Ramshackle Prefect, being caught up in the drama between the Disney Villains and their respective heroes. NRC Staff Version (Part 4)
ie. So the saying goes, 'nothing gold can stay.' Or, the Prefect is facing yet another Overblot and it drags some unpleasant dilemmas to the surface.
A/N: I have been fighting this for a solid hour now, and Tumblr is just being an absolute nightmare and not letting me add any more tags without crashing/refusing to save the post, so if you got kicked off the list, my sincerest apologies
[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4]
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There was a curt knock on Mozus Trein’s door.
The aging professor fought the inelegant urge to drop his head into his hands. After taking a moment to silently curse every other damned member of faculty at this college, he schooled his expression into a vague attempt at neutrality and cleared his throat.
“Enter.”
Divus Crewel and his ridiculous ensemble strutted into Trein’s office, and the historian barely bit back a sneer. He and the other professor had never gotten on at the best of times. Perhaps they would tolerate one another for the occasional game of chess, but the other man’s opinions on more or less everything (especially dogs. Ugh.) rankled something unpleasant in Trein’s chest. Call him old fashioned, but intentionally sharpening oneself into something miserable, and cold, and alone all in the name of maintaining an appearance of sophistication was something he would never respect.
Lucius growled from his place by the windowsill, and Crewel very noticeably fought to keep himself from raising his hackles in return. The black-and-white monstrosity leant forward and placed a bottle of red whine on Trein’s desk with a clack.
“What is it now?” Mozus frowned.
Divus didn’t bother to sit in the chair opposite him. He never did. He paced along one of the bookcases for a moment, trailing his crimson gloves along the leather spines.
“More of the same, I suspect,” he finally huffed.
Trein sighed and rifled around in his desk drawers to unearth his chest set. Not the good one—the one with hand-carved, stone, pieces that his daughters had given him for his birthday two years ago. This set wasn’t terribly ugly, and it did the job well enough. Plus, the worn colors lining the board always made something in Crewel’s jaw tick.
“Well,” he grumbled, setting the pieces into place and reaching for the wine. Divus Crewel was entirely unpleasant, but at the end of the day, Mozus had never been one to deny a willing student. And oh if there wasn’t so much that this egomaniacal alchemist still needed to learn. “Get on with it then.”
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A part of you was sort of expecting to see one of those ‘WELCOME HOME, CHEATER’ banners nailed to the Rogersons’ front porch.
Which, firstly, come on. It’s not like you maybe vaguely starting to not loathe your time spent with Crewel with every fiber of your being was a crime. And you were still miserable and mad. Stupid, no good, stuck up, no-dad-being, emotionally unavailable—ahem. Excuse you. But you had eaten a few of those fancy cookies. And you were certain that Poe and Perdy would smell Jasper and Badun’s cuddles a mile away. And as much as you rationalized it forwards and backwards that you weren’t wrong, a part of you still felt… traitorous.
Secondly, the Rogersons were genuinely nice people. And you should have known at this point that they of all the adults in your life would hardly judge your for accepting any scraps of kindness being offered to you. (Unlike a certain Old Crow with whom you were well acquainted.)
All that being said, you were still a bit hesitant when you knocked on their front door that evening. Nevertheless, you were met you with a wave of enthusiastic greetings (plus a knitted set of gloves and a hat), as they ushered you back out the door with the promise of new and interesting things.
“We thought it’d be a nice change of pace,” Mister Rogerson explained. He and Annie were holding hands as you all walked down their quaint street, tucked up neatly in one of the roomy pockets of his overcoat. “And you didn’t get to come with us over the Holidays either.”
“There isn’t much else to do on Sage Island for most of year,” Annie said. “But the Winter Festival is always really lovely.”
The Winter Festival was like something out of a story book—all toned in watercolors and lit with a golden warmth that didn’t really seem feasible when the weather was otherwise so frigid. Magic, probably. Everything wonderous here was always magic. The air smelled honey-sweet, and you could feel the rising heat from dozens of outdoor ovens warming your cheeks.
“It’s busiest over the holiday period,” Annie explained merrily, reaching out to adjust the new hat on your head. “But most of the stalls stay open a few weeks later.”
“You missed all the rides unfortunately,” Mister Rogerson continued, giving your shoulder a light squeeze. “But if you’re still around next year, we’ll make sure to bring you when everything’s in full swing.”
There was a decent sized crowd filtering sluggishly through the faire, happy to meander about with their Styrofoam mugs of cocoa and browse the displays. There were more people your age milling about than you would have expected (as nice as this all was, it definitely seemed more like an ideal outing for a retirement home than anyone young enough to still have their original hip bones). Mostly you recognized the clean, crisp, white jackets of the RSA uniform, but occasionally there was a splotch of a more familiar black ensemble darting about amongst them.
“Have you ever had a fritter before?” Mister Rogerson called from his place by a stall that smelled like Heaven compressed into a cubic-meter.
“Not since I’ve been here,” you practically drooled, feeling very much like one of those cartoon characters who could merrily float through the air after the tantalizing scent of baked sweets.
“Do you want the sugar sprinkled? The caramel drizzle?” A laugh then, quick and bright, as he caught sight of the lovestruck (and ravenous) look on your face. “Both?” he offered indulgently.  
There was another laugh then—raucous and loud. And a familiar face darted by with a mouth stuffed full of way too many festively frosted donuts.
“Hey! You get back here!” someone shouted, enraged and shaking their fist. “Free samples’ doesn’t mean a free for all! Did you hear me?! I said get back here!”
But Ruggie Bucchi just kept on running, his fluffy ears perked atop his head and his steel-grey eyes thinned with obvious amusement. He rushed past, and you met gazes just quickly enough to catch a smirk and a wink before he was off and around a corner—surely vanished into areas unknown to enjoy his haul.
You laughed into your gloves and turned back to your escorts for the evening with a beam, ready to suggest maybe just buying out the rest of the stall. Ruggie would love it. He’d probably even help you manage Leona’s tantrums without grumbling for at least, like, a week.
But they weren’t smiling.
The grin on your own lips slowly slipped back down into a flat line, and you fought the urge to fidget. Like somehow you’d done something wrong. Annie just sighed and shook her head. Mister Rogerson pinched at the bridge of his nose with a huff—the picture of a properly disappointed teacher.
“Well, can’t say anyone would expect Night Raven students to not be a handful.”
Something curdled a little in your tummy, and you tamped down the urge to immediately and aggressively rise to Ruggie’s defense. They were only free samples! And he loved donuts! And he never really had much money for anything of his own anyways! And they were free! And!—And…
“Ruggie doesn’t have anybody to buy him donuts,” you said at last, when the vendor handed you your own little paper bag overflowing with fritters.
Annie and Mister Rogerson looked at you curiously, clearly a bit lost, and you huffed.
“Ruggie,” you repeated. “The guy from earlier. With—with the samples.”
You could feel your shoulders hunch, defensive. And you didn’t even know why. It wasn’t like—they weren’t going to be mad at you or anything. And Ruggie was your friend. It didn’t seem right to let them just assume the worst of him.
“Oh,” Annie hummed, face softening. “Of course, sweetheart. But maybe he could ask first next time, okay? We’d be happy to treat any of your friends.”
You nodded and nibbled at your fritter. It was warm and crispy, perfectly fried and with a sugar crust that melted on your tongue like the sweetest kiss. It was delicious, really it was. But still somehow not quite as good as you’d thought it’d be.
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When you arrived back to Ramshackle that evening, there was wallpaper on the walls.
You squinted at it suspiciously and tapped one of the glued-down edges with your finger. It didn’t vanish or eat you, so maybe it wasn’t an illusion. But why on Earth would anyone bother to try and give this place a facelift—
The front door burst open and Crowley blew in like a hurricane.
“CONGRATULATIONS!” he boomed. “There’s no one else I trust at this school quite like I trust you, oh wonderful and best of all Prefects! So I’m making you the lead producer for our VDC performance!”
You gaped, too familiarized with this nonsense to be as horrified as you probably ought to be.
“What’s a VDC?” you asked.
“That’s a great question!” Crowley beamed. “But first, let me introduce you to your new roommates!”
When the House Warden of Pomefiore and his entourage walked through your rickety front door, you felt something familiar, and awful, and inky swoop in your stomach.
“This building should be condemned,” Vil Schoenheit sniffed with all the grace of someone who definitely probably had a lot of underlying issues that were about to become your very real problem.
Crowley scuttled forward cheerfully to pin a tag labeled ‘MANAGER’ to your uniform jacket.
“Look how far you’ve come!” he sniffled, wiping dramatically at his gaping, soulless, eyes. “I’M SO PROUD!”
“…You can just put your bags over there,” you mumbled, so far past functioning on autopilot you may as well just ask Idia to turn your brain into an AI and get it over with it.
Epel dropped his suitcase near the living room’s rug and immediately the ancient floorboards opened up like the maw of some ravenous beast to swallow them whole. The group of you watched with varying degrees of distaste as his luggage plummeted to the basement, or… whatever existed below the crumbling wood. You’d never checked.
“I have the upmost faith in you!” Crowley chirped before jetting back out the door as quickly as he’d come.
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“You did what?!” Crewel snapped.
“What!” Crowley whined. “Isn’t giving your child more responsibilities a sign of trust?! An act of faith between parent and spawn?! DOES THIS NOT SHOW HOW MUCH I VALUE THEIR COMPETENCE?!”
“No,” Trein groaned, burying his head in his hands.
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“I’m perfectly fine,” Vil said, with all the cheer of someone undergoing a root canal. “I have nothing but well-wishes for Neige Leblanche and his many, worthy, successes.”
Buzz buzz went Ace’s phone as another of Neige’s advertisements lit the screen.
Drip drip went the heavy, black, magic curling around Vil Schoenheit’s soul.  
You fought the urge to put your head through the wall.
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The next evening came, as did another bottle of too-expensive wine.
Trein swirled the crimson liquid miserably in his glass.
“Do you know that I chastised the Prefect once? For calling Crowley incompetent?”
Divus sounded worn in a way that he most likely had no right to be, but progress was progress Trein supposed. The alchemist snorted sardonically into his own glass. Normally the wine was a bribe for the elder professor alone, but tonight it was a truce to be shared in bleak solidarity.
“Time makes fools of us all,” Trein hummed.
“What is he even thinking?” Crewel seethed. “As if the Prefect isn’t under enough stress as it is. What exactly does he think these stunts will accomplish?”
“I don’t think he’s thinking very much at all, to be perfectly honest with you,” Trein grumbled. “But then again, making impulsive decisions in the name of parental affection is far from a novel concept.”
Divus scoffed. “Ah, yes. Because that’s what the runt needs. A mockup of fatherhood bearing down their neck at every turn. It’s like he’s not even bothering to actually try.”
“Someone ought to be,” Mozus said, pointed. (And it certainly wasn’t going to be him. He had two, lovely, wonderful daughters to fill his heart. There wasn’t much room left for anything else.)
Crewel glowered at him miserably and sighed in a drawn-out sort of way that was not dissimilar to someone taking a too-long drag from a cigarette.
“It’s not something that fits with…” he hesitated, as if trying to chew over the words into something palatable. “I have no desire to give up everything that I’ve ever wanted to see in myself, to give up everything I’ve worked for, just to mold myself into some—some glorified babysitter.”  Something stuck unpleasantly in his throat and he had to clear it twice before continuing. “Especially for someone who may very well be leaving this world forever in a few months as it is.”
The clock on the wall ticked obnoxiously through the silence. Each little second fell in a heavy clunk. clunk. clunk. that echoed around the room with all the gentility of a gong. After a long moment, Trein sighed into his glass.
“Being a parent is not about sacrificing your own sense of self in order to cater to your child,” he huffed. “It is about being there to nurture the development of their own.”
Crewel pointedly averted his gaze to one of the ugly, cat-centric, paintings on the wall.
“And perhaps for you a handful of months may not be sufficient,” the older man continued, swirling his wine. “But I’m sure for the Prefect, it would make all the difference in the world.”
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Detention continued, despite your stacking ‘managerial responsibilities.’
Thankfully, it had mostly turned into you sitting in Crewel’s office while you sorted through whatever paperwork you were expected to file and complete. Sometimes a good chunk of the pages would disappear from your ‘in progress’ pile and reappear—perfectly completely and in order—at the end of the evening. You were dead set on never addressing it ever, because if you did he might stop. And he was probably the only reason you were managing to get any of it done on time at all.
Even with Professor Crewel’s help, you were still slow today. And as the night crawled to a close, you found yourself staring at a stack of blank pages without a thought to go with them. The only thing swimming in your head was murky tar and the cloying taste of black magic that came with it.  
“Is there something you want to discuss?” Crewel called from his desk across the room. “You seem distracted.”
“I can’t,” you grumbled, something wobbling in your jaw. “Not to the people I want to talk about it with at least.”
Something shuttered slipped across his expression, and he nodded and went back to his own work. You stared at him for another moment, debating.
“What do you if—” you froze and hurriedly looked back down to the pen in your hands.
“If…?” Crewel pressed.
You sighed. “You know, sometimes you care about people, yeah? And maybe they’re not always perfect, but you still care. But then…” You chewed at your lip. “I don’t know. Can people still be good if they do bad things sometimes? Like, if you’d disagree with them completely, but they see it as right anyways?”
‘They’d be taken away?’
‘I know it sounds scary, kiddo. But that’s what we have to do to keep everyone as safe as we can. Does that make sense?’
You thought of Riddle, and Leona, and Azul, and Jamil. And now Vil. You grit your teeth so hard they started to ache.
Professor Crewel looked a bit startled, and you couldn’t really blame him. It was the most you’d spoken to him in weeks.
“I suppose that would depend on you,” he said after a moment. “And if that ‘disagreement’ was big enough to change how you viewed them entirely.”
“I don’t know…” you frowned. It certainly felt like something big. But...
“Well, what have you done about it?”
You blinked. “What?”
He waved his hand at you, and that pointer of his snapped across his palm. “Have you told this person that what they’ve said bothered you?”
“…well, no,” you mumbled.
“Then that’s what you need to do first,” he said, firm. “You won’t have an answer to anything you’re fretting about until you can face that at least.”
“And then what?”
Professor Crewel hesitated then, his mouth working as if he couldn’t really decide what he wanted to say. Or maybe like he was thinking over his words very, very, carefully.
“Do they know that they’ve done wrong by you?” he asked at last, not quite as sharp as before. “And—more importantly—if they know they’ve upset you, are they trying to make it right?”
You had a sudden feeling that he wasn’t really talking about your question anymore. The words settled heavily in your gut, but not in a way that was entirely unpleasant. More like the comfort after eating a full meal rather than the all-encompassing dread that so often took residence there instead. You thought of fancy cookies, and dogs, and cozy coats that were warmer and softer than the best blankets you’d ever used.
“Right,” you said after a moment, and glanced away with a secretive sort of smile. “I guess that would be the most important bit.”
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hauntedwitch04 · 1 year
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Becky’s Halloween party!
Welcome to my Halloween party! I really love this feast, and I wanted to celebrate it with you all. I know that I’m already late, but here I am. I took some prompts from the internet, hope you like it. I’ll try to post everyday, but I can’t assure anything, I'm so sorry.
With love, your Becky,💫
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DAY 1: “You can’t go out with such a thin jacket in October, you gonna get a cold!” with Steve Harrington
DAY 2:  “I love this song. It totally gives me Halloween vibes.” with Timothee Chamalet
DAY 3: "If you keep eating so many sweets you will get cavities." "I eat you out practically every day and my teeth are practically perfect." with Sirius Black 
DAY 4: “You know darling, it’s dangerous to walk around after midnight.” with Azriel
DAY 5: “You are scared of a crow?” “It’s a fucking crow in the middle of the night in October, obviously I’m scared.” with Eddie Munson
DAY 6: "You know, honey, as much as it costs me to admit it, your pumpkin is much more beautiful than mine." "Of course, I am the queen of pumpkins." with Steve Harrington (x Henderson!Reader) 
DAY 7: "You saw the ghost, too." "Love...it was a fucking bedsheet." with tasm!Peter Parker. 
DAY 8: "Did you buy a fucking cauldron?" "All witches need their cauldron to make potions, you dummy." with Ben Barnes 
DAY 9: "If you keep singing the Nightmare Before Christsmas songs, I think I won't make it to Halloween in one piece." "But at least you'll know them all by the time we see it on Halloween night." "Tell me we're playing trick-or-treating, because this is a fucking treat." with Andrew Garfield 
DAY 10: "Trick or Treat." "I choose treat, but I know something sweeter than this candy." "And what would that be?" "You." with Remus Lupin
DAY 11:  "You are the cutest ghost I have ever seen." with Dad!Steve Harrington x daughter x Mom! Reader
DAY 12:  "Feel lucky that I share my treats with you." "I left all the chocolate to you." "That's why I love you." with Remus Lupin 
DAY 13: "Why do we have to choose a pumpkin, we already have X that it is an empty head." with Azriel 
DAY 14: "I love spending my days with you in front of the fire and u good horror book in my hands, because I finally feel at home." with Regulus Black 
DAY 15: "Remind me never to let you tell a scary story again, I will have nightmares for the next ten years." with Eddie Munson  (for my sister) 
DAY 16: "Strange as it may seem, I love walking through cemeteries at night. Everything is so scary, gloomy, and finally you feel really alive." "Love, I think it's time to stop reading Edgar Allan Poe." with Regulus Black 
DAY 17: "What was that sound?!" "You stepped on a twig." "Why are there twigs on the ground!?" "Why are we in a freaking forest!" with Sirius Black 
DAY 18: "I love reading during the rain, but you know what I love most? Reading during the rain with you in my arms, with your intoxicating scent of cinnamon and chocolate that smells like home." "Man! You give me diabetes." with Remus Lupin
DAY 19:  "God, I wish it was Halloween every day if I could see you in that dress. You're the sexiest witch I've ever seen." with Joe Keery 
DAY 20: "If you eat so many sweets, your stomach will hurt." "Oh come on, I'm not a child anymore." "Does your stomach hurt?" "Shut up before I punch you." with Rhysand 
DAY 21: "You won't be able to convince me to enter that abandoned house." "Okay." "What, you don't insist?" "No, because apparently you'd rather be alone in the surroundings of an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere." "Fuck you." with Loki 
DAY 22: "Would you like to watch Corpse Bride? I've already made hot chocolate and lit the fire." "Are you asking me to marry you?" "Why?" "Because it's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me." with tasm!Peter Parker 
DAY 23: "Tonight there is a full moon. Do you want to go watch it?" "No, sorry I can't tonight, I turn into a werewolf." "What?" "Stupid, of course I feel like going to see the moon with you." with Andrew Garfield
DAY 24: "Remind me never to let you drink at a party again, you looked possessed." "Well, at least I was in theme with the party since it was for Halloween." with Timothee Chamalet 
DAY 25: "Oh my God, did you see that beautiful cat!" "I wouldn't go too close, it's a black cat." "Really? Are you afraid of black cats? I didn't think you were so superstitious." "Well I have a witch in front of me, so I believe in everything now." with Steve Harrington 
DAY 26: "We could watch Sleepy Hollow." "I'm not going to watch another horror movie just because Johnny Deep is in it." "But have you seen how hot he is?"  with Ben Barnes 
DAY 27: "Why are you dressed as Dracula?" "Because it's my Halloween costume?" "I thought we decided to go as JD and Veronica!" "Well look at it from that point of view, they're both dead." "So will you be in a little while when I kill you." with Sirus Black 
DAY 28: "You got me candles!" "Cinnamon and lavender, your favorite."  with Remus Lupin 
DAY 29: "Wow, what is that on your neck? Oh my God it's a bite! Did a vampire bite you? Are you going to be like Dracula? Oh my God, oh my God that's cool." "No man another animal bit me: my girlfriend." with Steve Harrington 
DAY 30: "I will never again take a drink offered by you." "Why? Don't you like them?" "No honey, I love them, but I am more and more convinced that you are a witch and that you put love potions, because the love I feel for you is beyond imagination." with Azriel 
DAY 31: “I fucking love Halloween Party!” with the Marauders 
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lovesomesys · 4 months
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Welcome to our blog!
Basic Info
- we are a polyfragmented DID system
- bodily 18
- introject heavy
- AuDHD (diagnosed)
- bi, poly, genderfluid (she/they/he)
- taken by @meep2306 ♡
- best friend is @crow-collective15 (follow the tag #lovesome&crow for our shenanigans /lh)
Other Blogs
@lovesomespamz - Nikolai, Michael, and a few others
@lovesomedazai - poetry
@zai-speaks - 🪦’s blog
@lovesometommy - mcyt blog
@tiger-not-cat - atsushi & co’s blog :D
@strawberry-fluffs - littles
@doves-in-wonderland - Dazai, Chuuya, and partners
@how-did-we-end-up-here - Katsuki & Co
@miss-time-loop - Miss Peregrine
@worlds-greatest-trio - Ranpo, Poe, and Mushitarō
@idealistic-ihai - Ihai
@lonesome-sorrow - Sorrow (also see: #sorrow speaks)
@endless-ender - End
@mr-fancy-talk - Alastor
(more blogs will be in the comments- cant tag more ;-;)
DNI
- Endos/Tulpas/Supporters
- racist/homophobic/transphobic
- against otherkin (I’m not otherkin but they’re cool as fuck)
- basic dni criteria
- if youre a Taylor Swift anti!! We adore her. You can not like her and still be nice
- if you compare introjects to their source
- anti self-dx
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trio-of-all-time · 11 months
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ULTIMATE TRIO SHOWDOWN MATCH UPS 💥💥💥
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ROUND 1A (05/02)
1. Sora, Kairi, and Riku (Kingdom Hearts) VS Carter, Sadie, and Zia (The Kane Chronicles)
2. Hunter, Willow, and Gus (The Owl House) VS Josie, Valerie, and Melody (Riverdale)
3. Wonder Woman, Superman, Batman (DC Comics) VS Mike, Stan, Bill (IT)
4. Axel, Roxas, and Xion (Kingdom Hearts) VS Kotori, Honoka, and Umi (Love Live! School Idol Festival)
5. Professor Layton, Luke, and Emmy (Professor Layton) VS Marc, Steven, and Jake (Moon Knight)
6. Draculaura, Clawdeen, and Frankie (Monster High) VS Platinum, Diamond, and Pearl (Pokemon)
7.  Kazuki, Rei, and Miri (Buddy Daddies) VS  Starscream, Soundwave, and  Megatron (Transformers)
8.  Buffy, Willow, and Xander (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) VS Adagio, Aria, and Sonata (My Little Pony: Equestria Girls)
ROUND 1B (05/05)
1.  Kirk, Spock, and McCoy (Star Trek) VS Adora, Glimmer, and Bow (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)
2.  Yor, Loid, and Anya (Spy x Family) VS  Mio, Yuuko, and Mai (Nichijou)
3. Joker, Crow, and Violet (Persona 5 Royal) VS Josuke, Okuyasu, and Koichi (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)
4. Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi (Jujutsu Kaisen) VS Yu, Chie, and Yosuke (Persona 4)
5. Percy, Annabeth, and Grover (Percy Jackson and the Olympians) VS Huey, Dewey, and Louie (DuckTales) 
6. Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve (Stranger Things) VS Sugimoto, Asirpa, and Shiraishi (Golden Kamuy)
7. Ayaka, Ayato, and Thoma (Genshin Impact) VS Wirt, Greg, and Beatrice (Over The Garden Wall)
8. Daichi, Sugawara, and Asahi (Haikyuu!!) VS Eren, Mikasa, and Armin (Attack on Titan)
ROUND 1C (05/08)
1.  Shadow, Rouge, and Omega (Sonic the Hedgehog) VS Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, and Princess Cadence (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)
2.  Henry, Charles, and Ellie (The Henry Stickmin Collection) VS Minho, Thomas, and Newt (The Maze Runner)
3.  Anne, Sasha, and Marcy (Amphibia) VS  Tighnari, Cyno, and Collei (Genshin Impact) 
4. Terra, Ventus, and Aqua (Kingdom Hearts) VS  Yukimura, Sanada, and Yanagi (Prince of Tennis)
5.  Hiyori, Yato, Yukine (Noragami) VS  Izzy, Noah, and Eva (Total Drama)
6.  Sam, Dean, and Castiel (Supernatural) VS  M.K., Mei, and Red Son (LEGO Monkie Kid)
7. Rey, Poe, and Finn (Star Wars) VS Trailblazer, March 7th, and Dan Heng (Honkai Star Rail)
8.  Xie Lian, Mu Qing, and Feng Xin (Heaven Official’s Blessing) VS  Sweet, Cap'n, and K_K (Deltarune)
ROUND 1D (05/11)
1.  Denji, Aki, and Power (Chainsaw Man) VS Martin, Tim, and Sasha (The Magnus Archives) 
2.  Narancia, Mista, and Fugo (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure) VS  Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)
3.  Shiver, Frye, and Big Man (Splatoon 3) VS Jolyne, Ermes, and Foo Fighters (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)
4. Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles (Sonic the Hedgehog) VS  Kaz, Inej, and Jesper (Six of Crows)
5.  Jessie, James, and Meowth (Pokemon) VS Amy, Cream, and Big (Sonic the Hedgehog)
6.  Yukari, Ran, and Chen (Touhou Project) VS  Danny, Sam, and Tucker (Danny Phantom)
7.  Josuke, Yasuho, and Rai (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure) VS Cecil, Kain, and Rosa (Final Fantasy IV)
8.  Manny, Sid, and Diego (Ice Age) VS Rindo, Fret, and Nagi (The World Ends With You)
have fun voting! propaganda post submissions and reblogs are welcome and encouraged, and may the best group win >:)
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bakerstreethound · 1 year
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Read before Requesting - General Guidelines
This is long overdue, but welcome to the alleyway guidelines! First things first, I can never guarantee when a request will be fulfilled or that I can match it to exactly how you’re wanting it as I have to allow my creative liberty to take hold and come in to play. Regardless, these requests are ultimately in place to make my job easier.
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Before requesting, please provide the following through my asks. If you request through my messages (DMs), I may not see it. Also please don’t be demanding, us fic writers are only human after all and a greeting and “please” and “thank you” go a long way (: Also, please don’t forget to comment or reblog, it really helps encourage and motivate me to write more, plus I love hearing your thoughts! 
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IN YOUR REQUEST, please provide the following:
~ the fandom/character ~ genre/mood (ex. fluff, angst, etc.) ~ any tropes (ex. friends to lovers, one bed, etc.)
Note: If requesting an x reader fic, please specify gender if desired. Otherwise fic will be written in 2nd POV (You). I never utilize Y/N in any of my work so 2nd person POV (You) is always implemented. 
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Who I am currently writing for 
Fandoms 
BBC Sherlock: (Sherlock Holmes {also the variations of Strawberry Sherlock / Victorian Sherlock})
The Sandman: Morpheus (Dream of the Endless) & The Corinthian 
Good Omens: Anthony Crowley (David Tennant)
Star Wars: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian), Boba Fett, and Poe Dameron 
Star Trek (aos): Khan Noonien Singh 
Stranger Things: Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson
Marvel: The Moon Knight System, Dr. Stephen Strange, and Yelena Belova
The School for Good and Evil (Netflix): Rafal and Rhian Mistral (only at my discretion. I only write them when inspiration strikes).
Shadow & Bone/Six of Crows: General Kirigan (The Darkling/Aleksander),  Jesper Fahey, Nikolai Lantsov, Matthias Helvar, (Kaz Brekker? - still uncertain)  
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What I will write 
My fics are reader inserts, where the reader is female, afab, or gender neutral. I write fluff, hurt/comfort, and angst. When I am in the mood I can write smut, but it’s more focuses on the intimacy between the characters and not the explicit act itself (this is what you get from an asexual writer haha. If you need to see examples, you can go through my masterlist) 
Off limits, no go, what I absolutely will not write 
(TW) non-cub/dub-con, A/B/O, underage sex, incest, abuse/harrasement, eating disorders or where a character contemplates suicide or self-harm. Most of my fics revolve a lot around the reader being romantically involved, so I won’t write parent/child fics. 
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ALSO if I receive a request I feel I am not able to write or that makes me uncomfortable, it is within my right to not write it out. (I don’t mean to come off as rude, but it has to be said, regardless). 
Again, I cannot guarantee when your fic request will be written or published. Life tends to happen, and my posting varies by day so I cannot guarantee a publishing date either because of this. Thank you for your understanding! 
Special thanks to @frostandflamesfanfic​ and @starks-hero​ for whose own request rules I drew inspiration from. xoxo
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nichtschaden · 1 year
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@zehypocriticaloath | previous
The ravens bobbed their heads in excitement as the Medic called out to their beloved owner. From a far corner of the wing a curtain was swiftly pushed aside by a bloodied hand. There was a scrutinizing scowl on his face. The dark, almost cassock-like robes of his more morbid, custom looking uniform was flecked with just the slightest hint of visceral splatter. At least he wasn’t wearing the beaked mask or hat.
“The Spy?” His bright eye burned with ingenious wit. “He’s a piece of shit. Please tell me you took his head. He obviously isn’t thinking with it.”
Picking up a rag to wipe off his hands, the much shorter man strode briskly and confidently across the expanse of his lab towards him. He walked with the crisp. rhythmic cycle that could easily give one the idea of a military step. Giving him a wild grin, he gestured towards him in surprise. “What are you doing here? Not that you’re not welcome. I usually get some hint from my brother that you’re coming.” His expression fell, darkening. “Are you in trouble? Who do I need to kill?”
The ravens overhead in the rafters crowed along with their own laughs. They were tittering sounds of mocked human sounds, but they worked well enough for the occasion. Aldous took the moment to properly wash his hands before returning to him. With a silent gesture he motioned towards the stove. It was clear he was asking him if he wanted coffee.
Fritz couldn't help but smirk at the dramatic entrance, and he shook his head as a hand reached up to beckon Poe down. The biggest raven would move if he damn well felt like it, but it couldn't hurt to try.
"I'm not on the clock right now. Besides, wouldn't you be suspicious? Seeing my gangly BLU self in your base for the first time? Nein, he gets one free pass. At least until he starts to piss me off on the field. Poe, get down here and love me, you rude ass chicken."
For as taller as he was, Fritz rarely commanded any room that Aldous was in. The elder German held attention absolutely, and without question. In his own domain, Fritz was very much a visitor, and the inquiry as to his motives for the visit earned a cheeky grin.
"Your brother doesn't see everything. I dodge spies for a living, he can't catch me every time." Fritz gave up his quest for Poe's affection at the shift in his master's tone. "I'm not in trouble, and this may come as a shock, but I am a paid mercenary, I can handle my own people who need to be killed."
Fritz almost missed the gesture as he squinted for a look at Lenore in the rafters, and Aldous was given a nod. "Oh yes, always. I'll never turn down coffee."
He craned a neck behind the curtain to see the latest victim, well-deserved, he was sure, and thought better of it. Sometimes, when it came to both Haswells, it was best not to know. Though, while the man had his coat off and his back turned, Fritz turned a critical eye on Aldous instead.
"I've seen scouts with more meat than you, am I going to have to start meal prepping for both of us again? I'll fucking do it. Human needs, Aldous, you're a doctor, you know what they are."
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lostfantasiankid · 1 year
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Hiii. Welcome to my Tumblr. My name is Crow
First of all. I would like to say that everyone is welcome here despite your gender, sexuality, skin colour, or religion. I don't care who or what you are. Everyone is welcome on my page as long as you're respectful and chill<3
A little bit about me
•I'm 19 years old
•My pronouns are he/they/xem
•I'm bisexual and non-binary
•My idols are Stephen King, Edgar Allan Poe, and Johnathan Janz. My dream is to write gothic/horror novels in the same vain as them
•i'm neurodivergent
•My current hyperfixations are Vampires, Scott Pilgrim, Erin Clover (I do not like or support her, I just have no control over what my brain hyperfixates on) MHA (as an extension of the Erin Clover hyperfixation), and Green Day
•My special interests are the goth subculture, marine biology, and horror
•I downloaded Tumblr cause I was having an identity crisis
I will probably post random content. Like re-blogs, shit posts, rambles, or things about my hyperfixations and special interests
Full disclosure: I've been on Tumblr for about a year now and this site still confuses and intimidates me a little. I have no idea what I'm doing and am just trying to have fun. I highly apologise if I'm weird or inept about Tumblr etiquette.
that's it. Bye <3
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haunted-house-heart · 2 years
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ok finally making an intro to pin <3
you can call me emery or ghost, or if you know my other names you can use those too! my pronouns are they/it. i’m autistic, queer, nonbinary, demibiro, and ace <3
you can also find me on ao3 (starry_eyed_knight) and tiktok (starry_eyed_ghost)
read more for blog info <3
i do check every blog that follows me. i do rb things that are nsft sometimes so keep that in mind if you follow. (if i follow you and you’re under 18 and don’t want an adult following you please let me know or block me, i won’t be offended)
i won’t put a big dni list bc who the fuck is going to say “oh i’m racist so i’ll be respectful and won’t interact” anyway?? but just know that if you’re any sort of bigot/terf/exclusionist/etc you’ll be blocked.
harry potter fans fuck off
moving on! some important info:
i use tone tags, feel free to ask if you don’t understand one.
you can always ask to tag, though i may not always remember to and i do have the right to say no.
for instance, in the sanders sides fandom, i will tag individual characters (ex: remus sanders) but i won’t use a bunch of tw tags for them (ex: tw remus, dukedontlook,etc) as tagging their name will filter the posts just fine.
i do my best to add image descriptions to my own posts and to undescribed posts as well (though admittedly not as often) but if i forget you can remind me or offer kind constructive criticism for my ids.
i tag all gifs as #gif, and do my best to tag flashing gifs as #tw flashing gif, however if i miss one or you think there’s a more effective way to tag those, please let me know.
tagging info:
personal posts: #emery.exe
favorite posts: #👑
things that i relate to: #me core
writing: #emery.txt
all non-writing art/crafts: #rose's creative corner
current projects' updates (finished pieces will also be posted under the craft tag): #poe's projects
asks: #emery’s asks
posts about my cats: #cat shenanigans
posts about my ocs: #poe's ocs #peregrine odell #jack b nimble
other people’s fanart: #emery’s fanart faves
other people’s fanfic: #emery’s fic recs
queued posts: #emery’s queue
asks/convos w friends: #friend tag!
videos: #video
music: #music
interests:
mothman!!!
moths <3
cats
halloween/fall
music
gender
autism
punk things (check out my project tag for battle jacket updates!)
fandom list:
welcome to night vale
the raven cycle
the adventure zone
watcher/buzzfeed unsolved supernatural
sanders sides
six of crows
the witcher
death by dying
the strange case of starship iris
station arcadia
hades game
animal crossing new horizons
hollow knight
stardew valley
disco elysium
the penumbra podcast (i don't interact with the fandom due to issues w the creators of the pod but feel free to send me asks or dms to talk about juno steel)
merlin
percy jackson (and the related series)
some of those i almost never post about but feel free to send me asks about them^^ this also isn't a complete list it's mainly just the things you may run across on my blog
i absolutely Love getting asks ! i reblog ask games a lot, feel free to send asks from those, or just ask questions or tell me random things! it doesn’t matter i just crave interaction <33
i may edit this later but for now i think this is all! have fun <3
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paperstarwriters · 3 years
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The arcana crew as beast-kin
Why? Because I wanna :P
General notes:
Everyone is based off of the card they’re associated with
Beast-kin tend to have magic that lets them look human (three forms; 1: anthropomorphic beast, 2: human with animal ears/wings and tails, and them as a normal human—I’ll be focusing on the animal aspects)
Just because they can do glamour magic doesn’t mean they can do other types of magic.
They still have their familiars, don’t worry.
If you wanna reference for the first form, just watch Beastars. The design is pretty similar (mainly thinking about the birds)
If you wanna reference for beast-kin in general check out the manga “Milady Just Wants to Relax” it’s what I’ve based the abilities off of and just beast-kin in general.
Asra
This sly fox :)
It’s probably because of my ties with anime but I imagine him like a multi-tailed fox
It’s purely so that you have more tails to cuddle and snuggle with.
You know how when foxes are in the snow they leap into the air then get their whole upper half stuck in the snow?
Well, when Asra hears something they want to catch, or they’re playing with Faust, they sometimes just... well....
It’s funny to see honestly.
Lowkey acts like a dog sometimes. They Loves the pats and chin scratches he can get and will whine until you give him more.
Sometimes you wake up to their tail(s) in your face. Good or bad, you decide.
In most folklore that have them, foxes aren’t exactly trusted, so often, Asra uses his glamour to make himself look like a human. However, when a customer runs unsavoury or maybe there’s just some mean brat that he wants to scare, his shadow still shows off his ears and tail(s)
Cuddles??? Cuddles!!!! Foxes are just so fluffy... Asra is no different. (In fact he might just be even fluffier)
Hate to delve a little into angst territory, but as a child since he was an orphan and all, Asra probably learned to basically act like a dog or a cat depending on the person to get more food, or to convince them that they’re a harmless beast-kin.
Nadia
Design wise, I love humanoid bird designs with their wings doubling as their arms and hands. Don’t ask me how this works logically right now we’re talking about crazy fantasy elements anyways, let me have this.
One thing I cannot get out of my mind is:
Nadia has her back to Lucio and he’s just talking and chattering nonsense. Then Lucio says something insanely stupid or offensive and whoever is talking to Lucio can see Nadia behind him just—
Whips her freaking head around 180°
It’s worse if she’s somewhere dark cause then you just see two red eyes coming into view as she slowly turns to glare at you.
Our queen is proud of her pretty talons, honestly probably spends a day sharpening them with Portia.
Goes out flying with Chandra at dusk if she has the time, and if you can fly (via spells, wings, a broomstick, etc.) you’re welcome to come along
Super accurate hearing. Honestly. It’s hard to hide an injury from Nadia even without her being an owl but she hears you Yelp in pain on the other side of the palace and she’s there in minutes.
Pretty problematic when she has headaches though :(
Preen feathers with her!! She’ll love having you card your fingers though her feathers making them less itchy. You’ll often help her preen after a bath, but honestly she’ll appreciate the sentiment anywhere but during an important meeting. It’s hard to concentrate when you’re providing her such wonderful affection.
Please don’t make owl jokes. She doesn’t like them. Sometimes she just avoids saying “who” so people don’t make that annoying joke. (It’s Natiqa’s favorite joke to make please spare Nadia the pain.)
“...and to whom will I be sending this?” “don’t you mean to “who” Dia?” *glare*
Julian
This is a happy raven ok? HAPPY. no birdie in a cage, ok?
The look we all know is probably his second form leaning to the first. Nadia’s would look somewhat similar
Crows & ravens are pretty dramatic birds. Reminds you of someone doesn’t it?
Idk if Edger Allan Poe even exists in this world, or any variant of it, but if it does... ooohhh if it does... this guy is totally gonna recite the poem in a dramatic flourish, and when he’s drunk you can sometimes find him chanting “ever more” same applies to any and all raven/crow themed media.
Screams. A lot. “Caw, caw b**ch” or “quoth the raven: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”
Once convinced a bunch of birds to just go n take a dump on Lucio & his statue. He helped the servants clean when the work was dumped on them but they all agreed the bleat he made was hilarious(more on that later)
Shiny thing collector. Portia tried to get him to clean his stuff up but he has since bribed her out of it with a ball of yarn.
He and Portia make an odd pair of siblings, they’re still pretty much the same though. Crows are kinda just cats with wings.
“One day Illia, I’m probably just gonna eat you.”
*overly dramatic offended gasp*
All in good humor lol
Speaking of, their familiars are the same animal as they are!
So sometimes Julian scoops up Malak and says in a dramatic fashion (because however else would he say it) “I’ve found you my long lost brother! Oh how I’ve missed you!”
Portia does the same (more on that later)
Because his sister is a cat, Julian sometimes does a lot of cat-like things. (Case in point, he bleps. Tongue just kinda left out after yawning or something.)
Flies around with Malak often, like Nadia does, and sometimes carries Portia around with him. Will do the same for you if you want him to, sometimes if you don’t want him to as well. Expect to be grabbed from the ground and flown up into the sky at some point.
Bread. Boy loves his lobster claws but bread is a close second. “Aww yisss motha freaking bread crumbs”
Sometimes on a bad day, he just walks in dragging Pepi behind him who has her mouth latched on his tail
Portia
(If this were modern times) “you know, like, nya~!”
Look. Portia is so sweet to be around. But take that plus PURRING? And a soft as all frick FUR?
Honestly I think that sometimes when with Nadia has a bad headache, Portia purring is a great way to calm her down. You—you lucky MC, get to fall asleep to that.
She falls asleep on your lap and you are stuck there. Bound by a rule that transcends time and space. Her purring does little to aid the fact that YOU NEED TO PEE. The universe does not care of your internal tides, for your lover, who is also a cat, rests in your lap.
When she’s chasing down Julian for something stupid he often yells about being hunted. All in good fun!
“Mazelinka!!! Portia’s hunting me again!!!” “I wouldn’t be chasing you if you’d just clean your stuff!!!!”
Small boxes are her jam! Julian hates them, and like other birds doesn’t like closed spaces, but Portia loves em.
Good at squeezing into and out of tight places. Which is really helpful for sneaking around, curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
Swishy swishy tail.
Cast a little light spell for her to case down. She loves it, you love it, Pepi loves it— everyone wins! (Except for the furniture she crashes into)
Yes, she has picked up Pepi before and yelled very loudly for Julian to hear (often after he’s made the joke of his long lost brother Malak) “Oh Pepi, you’re my favorite sister!!!”
On a bad day, Malak may be found in Portia’s mouth. He’s completely unharmed if only a little ruffled, but it’s gotta be a pretty bad day to find her doing that.
If Camio is in her mouth it’s same business as always. She won’t kill hem either but if Mr. Sh**bird doesn’t shut up she’ll make him shut up. You don’t even know why he keeps coming back.
Not all cats like cuddling, but like Pepi, Portia LOVES it. So long as you’re the right person and not someone unpleasant.
Please don’t step on the tail.
As much as she doesn’t like baths she still does properly was herself. She just really doesn’t like it when her fur is all wet and clings to her body. Do you have a spell to dry her off quickly? Please use it. Save her the misery.
Muriel
pretty sure he’s even bigger as a bear. Like, it’s probably because of the added fur but— woah... Big. Bear.
Big arse bear with scars is SUPER intimidating buuuuut you saw him sitting in the sunlight with Inanna once, just napping in the sun. He looked so peaceful and so dang fluffy!!
He enjoys headpats and gets very flustered at belly rubs. He’s seen you do so to Inanna many times probably kinda wanting you to do the same to him though he would never willingly admit it.
When you two get closer expect to spend some time with his head in your lap. Pat his head rub his ears, Inanna may get jealous if you don’t also provide her attention
Just don’t let him fall asleep there, he’s gonna have a sore back later and you’re going to have numb legs.
Hunting, swimming, carrying you, this boy can do it all.
Unlike his usual(cannon) self, Muriel probably doesn’t carve any bear statures. The only one he’d have was probably a gift from Asra. Carves birds, bunnies, foxes, and wolves instead. Does NOT carve goats. Never have never will.
Again I hate to go int angst but Muriel probably wants to get his claws removed somehow. It’d hurt and it probably insanely unsafe, but they were used as weapons before and its one of the things on him that everyone is afraid of. If he could he’d probably try to change his teeth too.
Show him that claws aren’t something to be feared. They don’t have to be a weapon. They help him climb and hunt food and sometimes to even carve wood. Like humans and knives, his claws aren’t bad or inherently evil, and neither is he.
Giant. Teddy Bear. You will be getting hugs and falling asleep with a Giant Teddy Bear.
He probably keeps in his mostly human form though, because he stands out less that way and he looks a little less intimidating.
Short little bear tail on his butt. Plz don’t touch, he’s going to be blushing so hard if you do (let’s be honest, that’s all the more reason to do so)
In “Milady Just Wants to Relax” Beast-kin are feared as monsters and I don’t think it’d do Muriel any good to have to live with that kind of fear from everyone. However, when you come around un afraid and eager to provide head-pats, but patient enough to let him get comfortable with it, Muriel will probably start using less energy to try and glamour himself.
Sometimes he’s so caught up with you that when you go to the market together he forgets to cast a glamour. While some do get scared off most of the people who you buy from are only a little surprised and take things in stride. They still treat him like he’s human, and he’s forever grateful for that.
If I could write a beast-kin version of his route, the moment you and Muriel meet Morga is probably when you first realize he isn’t human. And it’s because Morga pointed it out.
“Why didn’t you fight? As a beast you’re stronger than them.”
He knows you’ve spent time with Asra but he probably assumed they kept it hidden from you most of the time.
Just love him please. Platonic or romantic doesn’t matter, just give him headpats and belly rubs and boop his nose. Keep him assured that you aren’t afraid of this giant teddy bear.
Lucio
We know of both first and second forms. They’re pretty much cannon, but just not a ghost.
Which means you finally get to pet the fluffy white fur.
This also means his horns can do an irritating amount of damage.
Also he’s so much more noisier now
*loud stupid goat noises*
It’s fun to make him bleat a lot. He tends to bleat when embarrassed. If you’re topping him expect a bleat every time you pin him to the wall.
Tries to butt heads with EVERYONE. Please stop him, Lucio is the only prey animal in the lineup!
Seriously, how has he survived this long?? Muriel is a bear! he could just.... chomp.
not that he would obviously, but I don’t think Asra would hesitate after what he’s done to you and his parents...
Portia too for that matter, if she realized that Lucio had forcefully given Julian the plague, Lucio would be forever running from a feral cat.
I know he’s probably skilled in fighting or whatever, enough to take down various fantastical beasts, but stiiiiiiilllll.....
Is it obvious I dislike Lucio?
Grouchy bias aside, Lucio is really good at climbing. Like I’m pretty sure he’s a sword fighter so just imagine him leaping onto ledges in order to get the high ground.
Still uses eyeliner. I don’t know how since he has fur sometimes, but yeah, he still somehow uses eyeliner.
Honestly he probably keeps in a mostly human form or just entirely human form for that reason exactly. It’s just easier to look good when he’s more human.
But if you wanna pet his luxurious fur then he is all but willing to take on his goat form. In fact, if he turns into his goat form around you (which is always) he pretty much expects you to brush his fur or just run your hands through his fur. He will whine very loudly if you don’t.
Spare everyone else’s ears (especially Nadia’s) and just give him the head pats.
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nightingalesighs · 3 years
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100 Ships Challenge
Found this little challenge over on Dreamwidth, I’ll post a link in the source if you want more info. Anyway, I need help.
I decided I wanted to see just how many Leia ships I could do since she’s endlessly shippable. The goal is write a fic for a 100 distinct ships which means no repeats. So.
Send me a number and a character from the Star Wars universe (either / or & but please specify one) to pair with Leia.
Polyam ships are accepted and highly encouraged! Age gaps and “problematic” pairings do not bother me so send me anything and everything. I promise I will not judge. (Anon is on too if you’re more comfortable with that) Multiple requests are welcome but please keep one request per ask. I have read a fair amount of comics and novels, seen Rebels, The Clone Wars, and The Bad Batch so you don’t have keep it strictly to the trilogies.
Written: 3/100 (AO3 series link)
The prompt list
#01 – Adamant - REQUESTED - Breha Organa & Leia Organa
#02 – Snow
#03 – Lion
#04 – Spark - REQUESTED - Amilyn Holdo/Mon Mothma/Leia Organa
#05 – Amber - REQUESTED - Mon Mothma & Leia Organa
#06 – Lust
#07 – Bronze
#08 – Mint - REQUESTED - Satine Kryze & Leia Organa
#09 – Arctic
#10 – Black
#11 – Moonlight
#12 – Sunlight
#13 – Blue
#14 – Navy - REQUESTED - Leia Organa/Han Solo
#15 – Tea
#16 – Neon
#17 – Twilight - REQUESTED - Callista Masana & Leia Organa
#18 – Blush - FULFILLED - Leia Organa/asexual!Rey
#19 – Wine - REQUESTED - Leia Organa/Cara Dune
#20 – Nude
#21 – Rhythm
#22 – Brown
#23 – Linen - REQUESTED - Leia Organa & Carlist Rieekan
#24 – Ember
#25 – Thistle
#26 – Cherry - REQUESTED - Leia Organa/Rey/Rose Tico
#27 – Orange
#28 – Vanilla
#29 – Bone
#30 – Harlequin
#31 – Cadet
#32 – Chocolate
#33 – Peach
#34 – Lead - REQUESTED -Leia Organa & Clone Troopers
#35 – Cream
#36 – Sand
#37 – White - REQUESTED - Jyn Erso/Mon Mothma/Leia Organa
#38 – Crimson - REQUESTED - Leia Organa/Asajj Ventress
#39 – Pink
#40 – Ocean - REQUESTED - Amilyn Holdo/Leia Organa/Han Solo
#41 – Dove
#42 – Platinum - REQUESTED - Lando Calrissian & Leia Organa
#43 – Yellow
#44 – Earth - FULFILLED - Chewbacca & Leia Organa
#45 – Midnight
#46 – Pearl - REQUESTED - Poe Dameron/Leia Organa/Rey
#47 – Frostbite - REQUESTED - Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker
#48 – Pumpkin
#49 – Electric
#50 – Purple - REQUESTED - Leia Organa/Sabine Wren
#51 – Coral
#52 – Salt
#53 – Crow
#54 – Rainbow
#55 – Cloud - REQUESTED - Leia Organa/Hera Syndulla
#56 – Flame - REQUESTED - Leia Organa/Qi'ra
#57 – Red - REQUESTED - Admiral Ackbar & Leia Organa
#58 – Ash - REQUESTED - Jyn Erso/Leia Organa
#59 – Rose
#60 – Slate
#61 – Green
#62 – Ruby
#63 – Olive
#64 – Lipstick - REQUESTED - Amilyn Holdo/Leia Organa
#65 – Spice
#66 – Grey
#67 – Denim
#68 – Rust
#69 – Flirt -REQUESTED - Larma D’Acy/Amilyn Holdo/Leia Organa
#70 – Sunset
#71 – Sable
#72 – Desert - REQUESTED - Obi-Wan Kenobi & Leia Organa
#73 – Jade
#74 – Sage - REQUESTED - Malla & Leia Organa
#75 – Buff
#76 – Jet
#77 – Plum - REQUESTED - Amilyn Holdo/Leia Organa/Rey
#78 – Leather - REQUESTED - Maz Kanata & Leia Organa
#79 – Liberty - REQUESTED - Leia Organa /& Ahsoka Tano
#80 – Metal
#81 – Sepia
#82 – Lavender
#83 – Scarlet
#84 – Crystal
#85 – Chestnut
#86 – Shadow
#87 – Lemon
#88 – Mystic
#89 – Silver - FILLED - Poe Dameron/Leia Organa
#90 – Coffee
#91 – Seafoam
#92 – Lime
#93 – Punch
#94 – Pickle
#95 – Champagne
#96 – Copper
#97 – Bittersweet - REQUESTED - Larma D’Acy/Leia Organa
#98 – Honey - REQUESTED - Leia Organa & Yoda
#99 – Candy
#100 – Gold
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monst · 4 years
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Can we get some tokoyamixf!reader headcanons where he finds out she actually likes a lot of the same goth stuff as him (once when touring the rooms and the other by just talking or whatever) and his reaction? Like if would he crush on her/be too shy/etc?😳 lowkey self fulfilling cause I’m a chaotic goth who loves the idea of death and other otherworldly things 🥺
Your the Morticia to my Gomez
Tokoyami Fumikage x Reader
Warnings: None
The black cross choker and dark eye makeup should have been a dead give away. But he still found himself surprised when you presented your room to the rest of the class. The first thing that caught his attention was the lack of light and the various sticks of ruby colored candles. The dark aesthetic of your room was welcomed as all of his peers had colorful rooms compared to his and he was glad that someone had similar taste in decor. 
Although it was just a small peek he caught sight of various things he also had a like for. Neatly stacked in a corner of your room was a small stand that housed various CD’s. He recognized some titles as he listened to them as well. He noticed an espresso colored bookshelf lined with some of his favorites reads but the framed movie posters on your wall had sold him. He figured that he should try talking to you more. 
And talk to you he did. It was strange at first since both he and Dark shadow had been a bit apprehensive but when he helped you find your cute skull earrings the both of you hit it off and spoke for hours. Dark shadow couldn’t help but in a couple of times but it was more than welcomed. 
“Okay favorite Movies go.” You had asked him. He had told you he loved all of Tim Burton’s films. And that he enjoyed classics like Nosferatu. And he had watched all of the Crow movies. He was shy about admitting it but one of his favorites was the phantom of the opera and the both of you spent hours talking about Ichabod Crane and how you would have handled the situation of the headless horseman if you were in the movie. 
The two of you spent hours talking about the supernatural. And both of you got in a lot of trouble for our curious wanderings in graveyards. The thought of the unknown mystified the both of you and you were glad you had someone to talk to cryptids about. Someone who won’t laugh or tell you that they’re not real. And hell you unlocked the chatter box in him when you mentioned the SCP foundation. Tokoyami loved controversial theories and you had realized that he was a huge nerd. 
During free periods you could find the two of you hanging out in the music room replicating your favorite songs. And you would be lying if you said you weren’t in love with his singing voice. And when Dark Shadow joined his chorus you were left with chills. You loved introducing him to things he hasn’t heard of and the both of you could also be found with your heads almost pressed together as you shared headphones. 
“I’ve read this book over fifty times already and Dark Shadow loves it too.” The both of you enjoyed sharing books and recommending reads. You had found out just how into Gothic Literature Tokoyami was. He spoke and quoted various books The picture of Dorain Grey, Edgar Allen Poe’s works, Frankenstien, Dracula, The hunchback of notre dame and you were glad he was your partner for english class when you had to re-enact shakespeare. 
Soon the both of you were almost as inseparable as he was with Dark Shadow. You couldn’t help but flush whenever your classmates teased you two about having a relationship. But the truth was that you were indeed crushing on the bird man. You really wanted to be the Sally to his Jack but you figured he liked you as a friend. 
Tokoyami was facing the same dilemma he was head over heels but he had no idea how to let you know. So he invited you out but botched it up and said as friends. But he was content that the two of you had a good time at the concert. Ad as the both of you sat in the trains heading to your dorms you gushed about the concert. 
Dark Shadow was pissed. Honestly he was tired of both of you skirting around it. The way you both looked at each other should have been obvious and so the shadow took it upon himself to get the both of you together. And while you two were talking about the performance he blurted it out. “Fumikage wants you to be the Morticia to his Gomez”
Que the awkward silence and the burning of cheeks. And while Tokoyami was reprimanding his shadow you spoke up. “I-Is that true?” “I uh I yes. I like you and would like it if you were my own Anabel lee.” “Only if you can be the Victor to my Victoria.” The way the both of you liked pinkies and looked away from each other biting smiles and bruning faces was found to be adorable by the others in the cart. 
And so the both of you started dating. And there wasn’t a doubt in anyone's mind on what couple should be voted the cutest of the grade.
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starryeyedstories · 4 years
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If that’s still ok to request for the grey anatomy list, could you do Poe for 2 please ? thanks and if you don’t do those prompts anymore it’s ok!:) I love your blog ❤️
Thank you for requesting!! This is one of my absolute favourite Greys quotes (along with “walk tall, Torres”) so I’m super excited to write it!
2 “Don’t let what he wants eclipse what you need. He’s very dreamy, but he is not the sun—you are.” —Cristina Yang
Greys Anatomy prompts
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The kitchen was bathed in golden light from the setting Yavin sun, the only sounds the bubbling pot on the stove which you were minding, the scraping of Poe’s knife on the wooden chopping board as he cut vegetables for you, and the occasional crunch as he sneaked a taste of said vegetables when you weren’t looking. 
It had been a quiet day of housework, one which anyone other than you and Poe would have found boring. You had both learned to love the quiet days in the years after the war, had learned to live without your days ruled by routine and alarms and comms going off every few minutes. Now, you slept until you woke up without prompting, decided what to do for the day without urgency or planning, and lived your lives as peacefully as you could.
So much had changed in the nineteen years since the battle on Exegol. Poe’s inky black curls were now streaked artfully with silver, and both of your faces were etched with lines that never used to be there. Whenever he caught you staring for too long in the mirror at the crows feet by your eyes or the groove between your eyebrows, your husband would grab you and kiss them until your face was also lined by your laughter. You were both ageing, and it wasn’t so bad after all. 
The biggest change of all was the third person living in your little house on Yavin. Your daughter, Jenna, had arrived a year after the battle, and she was the light of your lives. Watching her grow from a baby into the eighteen-year-old young woman she was now, and watching the love of your life become a parent, was what you had been fighting for without ever knowing it.  
The door banged open in the hall, and you looked up from the stove with a smile ready on your lips for your daughter coming through the door. Your smile faded, however, when she didn’t appear, and instead you heard her storming up the stairs and slamming her bedroom door. You turned to give Poe a look heavy with confusion and concern, and he pushed his chair back from the kitchen table with a scrape and a sigh.
“I’ll go investigate,” he said, giving you a reassuring smile and coming round the table to where you stood at the stove. He grasped the back of your head gently to kiss your forehead, before heading up the stairs to Jenna’s bedroom.
“Jen, can I come in?” he called, knocking softly. Hearing a noncommittal grunt from within, he eased the door open.
Your daughter was curled up on her bed, her face almost completely obscured by her pillow. The mop of black curls which she’d recently cut to just below her jaw hid the sliver of her face that would have been visible. Poe frowned, shutting the door and moving to sit on the edge of the mattress. 
“That was some entrance just then,” he said lightly. “I think your mother thought we were under attack.”
Jenna sighed, sitting up and against her headboard. Her father’s heart clenched at the telltale signs of crying on her features, which were so like yours. 
“It’s Kal,” she mumbled; Kal was a boy who lived nearby, one whom she’d been going about with for a few months. Poe liked him, even if the idea of his daughter being old enough to be going about with anyone had brought on a few extra grey hairs at first.
“Did you two fight?”
She nodded, sighing and rubbing a hand over her face in the same tired way Poe always did. “He wants to leave Yavin. And he wants me to go with him.”
He carefully hid the alarm he wanted to show on his face at her words, and nodded slowly. “You don’t sound like you’re happy about that.”
“I’m not ready to leave Yavin, or you and Mama. But he’s so excited to get out and see the galaxy, and I don’t wanna hold him back.”
“If you’re not ready, you don’t go,” Poe said simply. “Kal doesn’t get to make that decision for you.”
Jenna looked anguished. “But it’s all he talks about, Dad. It’s what he wants.”
“Listen to me, Jenna,” he said seriously, placing a gentle hand on her slumped shoulder. “Don’t you ever let what he wants eclipse what you need. I know he’s important to you, and he’s very dreamy-” she cracked a smile at his teasing words and shoved him playfully before he continued, serious again “-but he is not the sun. You are. You have to make decisions for yourself, and the rest will fall into place. And if Kal has half a brain, he’ll wait for you.”
She looked into his eyes and Poe caught a glimpse of the little girl she used to be in the vulnerability reflected back at him. When she spoke, her voice was small and scared.
“But what if he doesn’t wait?”
He sighed. “Well, that’s simple. If he doesn’t wait, he’s an idiot, and you’ll be better off without him. And your Mama will kill him.”
She giggled, and he grinned at her. “C’mere, you,” he murmured, guiding her into a tight hug. She clung to him, and he rested his chin atop her head, leaving a kiss there before speaking again. “No matter what happens with Kal, you’re my sun and stars, Jenna. Your old man will always love you.”
Tilting her head to blink up at him, she feigned a curious expression. “Even if I damage your old X-wing?”
“Lay a finger on that ship and you’re out of this house.”
A/N: I think this is one of my favourite blurbs I’ve ever written, feedback and requests are always welcome! Have a lovely Wednesday, and remember that you are a star!!!
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chris-krat · 3 years
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I've been on Tumblr for 2 days and Ive already referenced a dead emo poet more times than my fathers hugged me lol
--This is written about a crow bitch friends of mine--
the ultimate for of validation 
is being Edgar Allen Poe’s reincarnation 
welcome to the depressed nation 
all wrapped up in my gender misidentification 
painfully Caucasian 
im nothing more than a compilation 
of moments that have no correlation 
while this is nothing more than an estimation 
it is a wonder I have an education 
when most of my tests are fabrications
join my part of isolation
but you won't catch me in the act of masturbation 
--Mr. Hands the Poet strikes again 
**hope you liked my Edgar Allen post 
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summahsunlight · 4 years
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Perhaps It’s Fate, Part 3
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Word Count: 1437
Summary: After joining the Resistance as a mechanic, you were happy to keep to yourself, until a little orange and white bb unit and his master wander into your workshop one day.
Pairings: Poe Dameron/Reader
Warnings: Still cute and fluffy! 
A/N: You and Poe spend more time together, making several other members of the Resistance jealous.
Masterlist / Part 1 / Part 2 
Cups of caf and a good book were all you needed for breakfast. You found your favorite little spot in the mess hall, away from the loud and boisterous pilots, and settled in with your breakfast, expecting it to be just like every other morning. You were fully engrossed in the book you were reading, completely unaware that he had approached your table.
“’Morning, Y/N,” Poe greeted, his voice a little sleepy. “Do you mind if I join you?”
“Commander Dameron...” you gasped, shocked to see him standing near your little table. Swallowing, nervously, you managed to find your voice. “G-good morning... yes... yes you can join me.” 
Poe smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He was freshly shaven, wearing his orange fatigues, and stars, you were sure you had never seen a man as attractive as him before. Certainly no man on your home world had turned your insides to mush just by smiling at you.  
Should you say something to him? Start a conversation? You were so out of practice making small talk that you froze.  Thankfully, Poe didn’t mind making small talk and asked, “What are you reading?” 
You looked at the pages of your book.  It was a favorite from your childhood, about four sisters; you had read it hundreds of times.  Holding the book out to Poe you showed him the well-loved pages and explained that it was considered a classic on your home world. “I guess I just... related to the girls in the story. I read it again every once and while when I’m missing home.”
“Maybe I should read it sometime,” Poe said between the bites of his food.
“Really? You’d want to read a story about four women?” You asked, disbelieving.
Poe shrugged his broad shoulders. “Why not? You know, Snap--Captain Wexley--he says I need a little bit of culture, little bit of education in my life, you know, a little bit more intellect..”
Laughing, you close the book and shake your head. “Commander, I don’t think you need to read a silly story from my home world to increase your intelligence; you seem intelligent enough.”
He wanted to make you laugh over and over again, just so he could hear the sweet sound.  Poe smiled at you. “Huh, you don’t say? What makes you think I’m so intelligent.”
Immediately, you blushed and stared at the cover of your book. “Oh... well... you would have to be intelligent to make it up the ranks so quickly.”
“Are you a fan of my career or something?”
“N-no... just...I hear people talk. You’re... a popular topic, Commander.”
“Please, Y/N, call me Poe.  Commander sounds so...formal.”
“O-okay.”
Poe continued to smile at you, that soft look lingering in his warm brown eyes. The way he looked at you, like you were the only person in that crowed mess hall, made your knees go weak. You still couldn’t understand why he was interested in you or why he wanted to spend time with you; he was the poster boy of the Resistance, he could have any number of beautiful women hanging off his arm at any given moment. Yet... he was sitting here with you, insisting that you call him Poe.
Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you already notice that the attention he is giving you is causing several people to look over in your direction.  You had not lied to Poe, you heard people talk, it was the advantage of being elusive--and while you heard them talk about Poe, you always heard what they said about you.  Shy, awkward--a recluse.  You dreaded hearing what they had to say about you today. 
He must have sensed your unease, because Poe looked over his shoulder and threw a glare at the table of nurses watching you. When he turned back towards he, he offered a soft smile. “Don’t listen to them; they don’t know you, and they certainly do not choose my friends for me.”
A blush crept across your cheeks.  You looked down at your scuffed boots underneath the table.  “To be fair...Poe... you don’t know me that well either.”
“My droid likes you. For now, that’s all I need to know, Y/N.”
“So you think... we can be friends... because BeeBee-Ate likes me?”
“I know we can be friends.”
“Hey, Dameron!” a deep voice shouted across the mess hall. You looked up to see Snap standing amongst the crowd. “We’re over here! You joining us?”
“Y-you should go, Poe,” You whisper, almost so softly that Poe barely heard you. “Looks like your squadron is waiting for you.”
“Come with me,” Poe said, standing up and coming around to your side of the table. You looked up at him, hesitantly. “C’mon, they’re my friends. They’ll like you! I promise! And I’ll be right there, the whole time.” 
His hand extended out to you and his brown eyes filled with hopeful anticipation but you knew, if you said no he wouldn’t push it.  Biting your lip, you tucked your book underneath your arm and took his hand. It was slightly calloused, but warm, and his fingers wrapped around yours tightly.  Poe led you through the mess hall towards the table that Black Squadron was eating at. To your dismay it was in the middle of the room--where everyone could see you.
As you got closer, you recognized each of the pilots.  They were some of the most elite pilots on base and you had even helped other mechanics repair their X-wings after they came back from a mission. Black Squadron had a reputation for beating up their fighters--especially their commander.  
The closer you got to the table, the louder your heart was beating.  How did no one else hear it? You anxiously glanced around, feeling like all eyes were on you. Even before leaving your home planet you had hated the spotlight on you, you were always much happier to glide through life unnoticed. Here you were being paraded in front of the Resistance by the one man who couldn’t glide through life unnoticed. How had this happened? 
Poe brought you to the table and grinned at his squadron. “Y/N, this is Snap, Jess and Karê--guys, this is Y/N. Be nice. She’s new here.” He sat down at the table and then pat the bench next to him.  
Slowly, you sat down next to him, offering the pilots a shy smile and a small wave.  The pilots all seemed friendly enough; they each offered you a smile as if welcoming you into their tight knit group.  You could see why Poe enjoyed their company as they teased each and fell into easy conversation; not one of them was shy.  They were all as outgoing as their commander.  You were actually feeling comfortable with them--that is until the final member of their squadron showed up--Suralinda Javos. 
Suralinda was tall, exotically beautiful. Her sultry presence instantly intimidated you. The Squatman female sauntered up to the table, glanced at you, then at Poe, and snorted. “It’s about time you talked to her.  You were starting to drive us crazy, Dameron with your constant blather about Y/N.” 
“You know my name?”
“I was a journalist. I have connections.”
“Sura. Be nice,” Poe warned her, eyes narrowing on the other pilot.
“I won’t scare her away, Poe,” Suralinda responded, grinning. 
You could sense a history between the two of them but you knew it wasn’t your place to pry.  Timidly, you glanced at Poe and you felt him give your hand a squeeze. The rest of breakfast went off without a hitch and when Black Squadron was all done, heading up to the flight pad, Poe offered to walk you to your workshop. You were fine with this because you suddenly found you rather liked all the attention he was giving you. 
He made it easy to be with him; you were comfortable around him--you felt safe even, something you had not felt since fleeing your home world. Poe smiled when you reached your shop.  “Lunch?” he asked, hopefully, sweetly.
“I usually eat in here,” you replied, honestly.
“Then I’ll bring something by,” he said, grinning. 
“You really don’t have too.”
“Aw, but I want too.”
This made you smile.  Poe turned to go, but not before saying, “You should smile more, Y/N. You have a pretty smile.”
So you did smile, he didn’t see it, but you had a big, silly grin on your face. Looking back later, that was the moment you decided was the moment you fell in love with him.
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