#a birthday fairy walks among us

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Andrés Legacy💟

[enwoso]

INVISIBLE STRINGS — alessia russo

*i started writing this and loved it then got bored by the end so sorry for the rushed ending:) but thank you for the love and support on my first post!!

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google would define invisible strings as a thread that connects two people who are destined to meet regardless of time, place or the circumstances. the thread may stretch or tangle but it never breaks.

you and alessia both truly believed you were a prime example of the invisible string theory.

the two of you always existing among each other but neither ever really acknowledged each other until later on when you were both older.

you lived on the same street as alessia growing up, only a few doors down, she was the blonde girl you would always see from afar playing in the park with her two older brothers as they blasted the ball at the young girl.

however she always gave back as good as she got.

you had even went to the same school, however she was in the year above you. there were plenty school photos with the two of you in only a few metres apart. walking past each other in the corridor every single day - not having an idea how important each other would become to be to the other in the future.

you had played football for the local team as did she. the blonde playing in offence taking any spot on the front line whereas you sat at the back and played in defence stopping the opposition from scoring.

that is how the two of you met, well kind of. you played for the same team but you two never really friends. it wasn’t that you didn’t like each other it’s just you never really spoke to one another bar the few words when necessary.

however you only played with each other for a few months before she moved onto a new local team. only seeing her now when your team would face her new team.

you both existed in the backgrounds of each others lives.

when you were sixteen, you were scouted by the arsenal's academy for the under seventeens teams, it took you a little time getting used to playing academy football and not the usual sunday league but after a few months you had found your feet and began to settle in.

you had one goal, the england youth squad. your family pushing you each day to try and help you achieve your goal however just a month before the squad announcement you tore your ACL at sixteen.

you were out of football for a year, endless days sat with a physio, in the gym just trying to get your knee to bend again like it once used to. watching from the sidelines as your friends in the academy got their calls up for the youth teams and how you wished it was you.

you felt as though you were fighting a battle you were never going to win, you were falling out of love with sport that you had played your entire life.

after three hundred and sixty two day you were finally allowed to play again, however your return it wasn't the fairy tale dream you had spent the past year dreamed about. you ended up spending a lot of time on the bench not playing as regular as you did before your injury and you spent many of those ninety minutes wondering why you were no longer good enough.

losing all your confidence in yourself and your ability to actually play football - you felt as though you had hit a brick wall. finding yourself some days where you didn't want to play football anymore.

but thankfully your family, mainly your dad, were not going to let you give up so easily on the talent that they had spent watching over the last ten years. your dad repeatedly telling you 'that you time would come'

and like the fairy tale you had dreamed about you slowly begun to get minutes again and fell back in love with sport all over again. forever thankful for your family for their support each day, for sometimes dragging you to training even when you had told them multiple of times that you were done and that you quit.

and you dad was right, your time did come. your hard work finally paid off and just after your nineteenth birthday you made your appearance for the arsenal first time - even bagging yourself an assist.

the next few season were spent learning and being loaned to another other club spending half a season at brighton when you were 20. but you saw it all as learning and a way of improving - you were getting minutes, plenty of clean sheets and you were working towards a new goal: the 2023 world cup.

you were back at arsenal and were a regular starter in the back line for arsenal and with that came your good from and finally your call up for england came as they were beginning their campaign to quality for the world cup in australia.

"are you excited?" leah asked swinging her arm around your shoulders as you walked towards the changing rooms, she had been a big mentor to you since you had came into the first team, along with helping you to improve your game. you could say you became her little prodigy.

the squad had just been announced on social media for the first time and hearing your name on the sheet of paper had you feeling something you could even begin to find the word to describe.

“yes.. but no, i’m a little nervous” you admitted with a small laugh as leah gave you a soft smile and a squeeze of the shoulders to reassure you.

“listen, you’ll be fine! just play with the passion you always have” she said as you nodded slowly, “plus you’ll have me, beth and jordan!” the blonde added as you playfully groaned, leah gasping and unthreading her arm from around your shoulders.

“i’m just kidding, you know i love you all” you smiled, as leah rolled her eyes as you reached the doors of the changing rooms, “i do kiddo! ..but i’m at the top of that list, right?”

“whatever helps you sleep at night, lee!”

leah was right - you were fine. while you didn’t get any starts in any of the games at your first camp, you did get some minutes as a sub which was more than you were expecting. but while sitting on the bench you did find yourself talking to a particular blonde.

“you said you were from kent, didn’t you?” alessia asked as you hummed, a puzzled look growing on your face as you waited for the blonde to carry on. your eyes were glued to the girls running around on the pitch as you sat on the bench with a bright orange bib over your jacket.

“me too! what part?” the blonde asked as you turned your head at the question being slightly caught off guard at the fact she was also from kent.

“um maidstone” you gave her a small smile, your attention turning back to the girls on the pitch as the ball was close to going into the back of the net. alessia gasping making you think she had seen something you had missed on the pitch as well as making you jump a little, “me too!”

you turned back to her, giving her a shocked look. confusion filling you as the two of you spent the rest of camp talking about each others childhood finding out your grew up on the same street as well as going to the same school.

when the next england camp rolled around, you and alessia had became even closer to the point you were counting down the days until you next saw each other.

short and sweet messages turned into hours and hours spent on facetime until the other fell asleep. friendly comments turned into subtle flirty ones and the touches turned to ones that lasted longer than friends and slowly you found yourself falling for the blonde.

the last england camp before the euros in the summer at home had finally arrived, you had arrived at st george’s park with beth and leah but before alessia.

you found yourself sitting patiently in the common room, like a lost puppy waiting for the blonde to walk through the door. the other girls chatting and playing cards in the background.

“kid, if you stare any longer at the doorframe your gonna burn a hole in it!” lucy teased as you glanced away from the doorway for the first time in a least thirty minutes, rolling your eyes at the teasing comment you moved your gaze to fix at watching leah try and beat beth’s high score on the basketball hoop game.

eventually after what felt at least a year to you and fifteen minutes to everyone else - the blonde walked through with ella, as she made a beeline for you as you wrapped her in a tight hug.

the two of you finding a rhythm and falling into a deep conversation about all the things you had forgotten to tell each other over the phone.

“so then me and ella had to stop, so i could get a coffee and she-“ alessia was in the middle of telling you a recount of her journey here before you interrupted her with a big gasp, jumping up out of your seat to find your phone quickly.

“what?” alessia asked as she watched you frantically search for your phone on the beanbag you were sitting on - finding it wedged under the beanbag.

“i have to show you this before i forget!” you said a grin on your face getting bigger with ever swipe your finger did on your phone screen. moving closer to the blonde, your shoulders touching as she peered over your own shoulder wondering what on earth you were about to show her and why was it such a big deal.

"look-" you moved your phone so that it was in her eye line and on your screen was a group school photo, "i don’t get it? what am i looking at?" the blonde asked her squinted her eyes trying to get a better look at the photo.

"there's me and.." you paused as she pointed to herself as a small gasp followed from her, "and there's me" alessia whispered, so quietly you also couldn't hear her. shock has consumed the blonde and you sat back with a smug smile as she examined the photo a little more.

"how’d you find this?" alessia asked as she turned her head back to you, handing you back your phone, "my mum sent me them,, there's more if you swipe across" you said beginning to swipe along your camera roll.

the two of you spent the next hour looking through the photos, some from school and others from your grassroots club, recounting each others side of the memories both of you in shock of how close you to were to each other growing but in reality how far you were to each other.

"we've literally been in the background of each other lives forever" alessia smiled as you nodded. "attached by an invisible string" you added.

the international camp came to an end and you both went back to your respective clubs, this time the two of you were making an effort to see each other without it being on a pitch or about football — so on your days off you went to see alessia and on her days off she came to see you.

your feelings for alessia were growing each time you saw her, her smile was infectious, her blue orbs were the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. but you didn't want to admit your feelings to her in case it ruined your friendship, plus why would she like you back, alessia sees you as a friend and a friend only.

or so you thought.

"less, why don't you just admit you have feelings for the girl!" ella said as she caught the blonde smiling at her phone knowing that she was messaging you.

"w-what" the blonde stuttered her phone dropping into her lap. "less, we can all see that you like her!" ella paused as alessia's cheeks tinted red, "except for y/n - but she definitely likes you too!"

"she does?"

"of course, everyone can see the way you both look at each other!" ella said bumping her shoulder with the older blonde as alessia gave her a small smile and nodded processing the information that had just been given to her.

before the euros came around in the summer alessia managed to make the first move taking you on the first date — a fancy dinner accompanied by going back to her apartment and spending the rest of the night cuddled into each other while watching a film.

the euros had come and you were back with alessia and the rest of the england girls. the tournament had been the best time of your life making unforgettable memories with the girls. slipping in a few dates with alessia when you two had some downtime.

you were just beginning to enter the second half of extra time the score being 1-1 in the final, yes the final at wembley. the little girl inside of you was buzzing with excitement, you couldn't believe you were going to get to play here. your whole family had made the trip to wembley, sitting proudly in the crowd.

it was england's chance to score, germany had conceded the corner. alex was hovering over it to take it as white shirts littered germanys penalty area.

the ball swing in as everyone jumped up, you watched alessia drop to the ground and then watched as chloe poked the ball into the back of the net. chloe running off to celebrate as the stadium erupted, as you all gathered around chloe celebrating.

all you had to do was hold on for the next ten minutes and the trophy was englands.

keeping the ball in the corner, desperately waiting for the final whistle to blow.

germany had one last chance but before it got into the final half the whistle blew, england where european champions.

running to the closest person near you which happened to be leah, engulfing her in a hug as the tears began to fall. "we did it!" you whispered as she hummed, the two of you sniffing and wiping your eyes and going off to celebrate with the others but your eye caught the sight of your favourite blonde moving toward her.

you don't know if it was the adrenaline of the win that was flowing or if you had finally just grew the confidence to say it but after months of dancing around your feelings for the blonde.

you ran up swinging your arm around her neck, as you both cheered before you faced her grabbing her hands, "less! will you be my girlfriend" you blurted out, clearly catching the blonde of guard as her head perked up, alessia thinking she had misheard you before nodding, "yes, a thousand time yes!" 

you smiled bringing the blonde in for a bear hug, not wanting to let go. enjoying her touch, it made you feel safe and loved. as she pulled away she wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you into her, kissing the top of your head lingering there for a few moments.

"all along there's been an invisible string tying me to you."

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lucybronze well y/n looks thrilled on the first one

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-> yourusername she annoyed me that day.

-> alessia how on earth can you remember that?

-> yourusername i can’t? i’m just guessing that you did

yourusername i love you<3

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-> alessia love you more, my love<33

[rea-grimm]

My dragon warrior 2

You haven't been to your grandmother's in a good five years. At first, you avoided the place, and then, later, you weren't attracted to it anymore. Sometimes you'd go there just to wish her a happy birthday or Christmas, but those were just a few hours.

This time you were celebrating, and since it was your anniversary, Grandma wanted to give you a special present. You were kind of wondering what it would be.

You were sitting in the living room and you received a small box from your grandmother. You immediately thought it was probably some kind of jewellery.

"Then open it," your grandmother urged you. Inside the box was a bracelet made of black leather with a stone of your favourite colour in the centre. You took it in your hand and looked it over before giving your grandmother another hug as a thank you.

"Try it on. I want to see how it fits," she urged you again, giving you the impression that she was more eager than you were. You obeyed her anyway and put the bracelet on your arm. It fits you like a glove. 

You held out your hand, admiring how pretty it was as the stone glowed familiarly. Immediately the joy left you as the light enveloped you, and in the confusion, you didn't even notice your grandmother smiling contentedly. 

It was a feeling of déjà-vu as you floated through space, having no idea where you were. Could you be travelling to Japan again? It's hard to say.

When the light finally faded, you finally felt solid ground beneath your feet. Everything around you was spinning and somehow you managed to land standing up. You didn't know why you decided to take a step forward, but you didn't and ended up on the ground instead. You lay there like a corpse, watching the sky slowly spin around.

When your head finally stopped spinning, you sat up and looked at your bracelet. The stone was snow white. As if it had never been coloured. That didn't help, and you cursed your grandmother for at least not warning you.

But now you looked around. You felt like you were sitting in the ruins of a building. You could still see the walls in places, and there were lockers and such that were already covered in grass and moss.

You rose to your feet, wondering which way to go. But it looked the same in all directions, so you headed in a random direction. Maybe it would lead you to civilization. It was still better than waiting to see if something would eat you.

You walked through the forest until you came to a beaten path. You decided to follow it. The path was bumpy and twisty, but you didn't mind. The weather was warm, and the surrounding trees gave you nice shade. Under different circumstances, it would have been a pleasant walk.

You were slowly approaching the edge of the woods when you could see the meadow when you paused. You felt as if something giant had flown over your head, and your fear was confirmed by a flock of birds taking flight. 

You stopped and clung to a tree and waited. You almost fell over in shock when you saw what was circling over your head. It was a giant Chinese dragon with blue scales. It flew low over the meadow and you thought it saw you among all the trees. You immediately took off into the woods, as far away from the dragon as possible. What was a dragon doing here anyway? They were only in fairy tales, weren't they?

You ran, and you had a dozen questions running through your head. One of them was if you could even escape and what you'd do when he caught you. The dragon chased you over the treetops until the forest thinned and he could swoop down and zigzag through the trees. 

Slowly but surely, you approached the other end of the forest and this time you couldn't turn back as you had the dragon at your heels. You ran out into the meadow, knowing that out in the open, it would catch you like anything. You ran on, trying to figure out something useful you knew about dragons.

"If you ever come across a dragon, it's important to show it respect. It's best to bow to it," a voice with a Japanese accent said in your head, and you remembered your first visit to another world.

You had no idea if you were in the same or a completely different world, or what the rules were here. But you didn't have many options. Either you keep running and he catches you, or you take a chance and maybe survive. You chose the latter.

With a roar, the dragon burst out of the forest, and as you expected, he was faster here, and nothing was slowing him down. It took you a long time to convince yourself that this was better than running away, and finally, you stopped and turned to the dragon, heart pounding. 

You clenched your hands into fists, and when he was only a few dozen feet away, you bowed. At a good, almost right angle. You felt that a slight bow wouldn't be enough and that the more you bowed the better. You didn't want to fall straight to your knees and this seemed perfect. You waited with bated breath to see what would happen next.

With a thud, the dragon landed a few feet away from you, looking you over. You felt his gaze on you, wondering why you didn't start shivering.

Nothing happened for a long time, and you hesitated to get up anymore. Instead, you weakly raised your head to see him. You almost couldn't believe your own eyes, as the dragon lowered his head to the ground as well, and it looked like he was bowing to you as well. 

As you bowed, you felt you couldn't take it much longer and slowly stood up. The dragon raised his head in the same way and you both looked at each other. You had to admit that he had beautiful blue scales, blue-gold horns, almost black fur, and golden eyes. 

You decided to try your luck some more and looked around. Behind you, you notice a beaten path. It could lead you to civilization. You looked again at the dragon, who was looking at you with stern eyes.

"Um, I better get going," you said nervously, not knowing if he even understood you. The dragon didn't react in any way, so you decided to turn around and head down the path away. After a few steps, you looked over your shoulder, but the dragon was still there and never took his eyes off you for a minute. You decided to ignore him and keep walking.

You walked up a small hill and noticed that there was a town in the distance ahead of you. As if a stone had been dropped from your heart, you rejoiced. You had finally found civilization. As you looked around, you noticed that the dragon was still circling you. He was keeping his distance, but he was still watching you.

You rested for a moment before you set off with renewed energy.

After a few hours, you finally reached the city. Already on the way as you approached, you began to see more and more people. With civilization at your fingertips, you felt much safer and more confident. You looked up at the sky several times, but there was no sign of the dragon. Had he given up? You just shrugged it off and moved on.

You wondered how you were going to take care of yourself now. You were in a strange world with no money and nothing of use. Surely you could have been worse off. You could have been slaughtered by a dragon over there, for example. 

You walked the streets of downtown and took in your surroundings. It reminded you so much of your world. Even when you overheard people talking, you were calm because you understood them.

In addition, there was some sort of market going on in the square and there were stalls scattered everywhere with food, drink and all sorts of things. You looked at the stalls with interest and stopped at one with food. You watched a chicken being grilled as you realized how hungry you were. 

You couldn't even count how long you'd been on the road. You would have liked to buy something from the stand, but you didn't have a penny on you. Trying to steal something? You could try, but you weren't so sure. 

Instead, you went to the next stall. Here too, they offered delicious-looking food, and the vendor was nice enough to offer you a bite to try. You happily accepted. You took a bite and felt like you had tasted heaven. It was so good, you could have eaten a lot more. 

You were about to eat the rest when someone grabbed you by the arm and started pulling you away. The rest of the bite fell to the floor. But you didn't have a chance to mourn it and instead turned to the scoundrel who was pulling you away. You denied yourself and wanted to wriggle out of his grasp, but it was like fighting a mountain. His grip was awfully strong and you felt like you'd dislocate your arm before you could get away. 

The man was wearing a short black kimono, one sleeve of which he had not worn, which was flowing loosely behind him, and perhaps the most noticeable feature on him was the blue dragon tattoo that stretched down his entire left arm to his chest. His hair was tied up in a ponytail with a ribbon and he had a neat beard. None of that interested you at the moment, though. Thoughts ran through your head that he was going to sell you on the black market for human flesh or drag you off somewhere and rape you.

"Help!" you screamed at the top of your lungs. "Help! Pervert!" You continued, struggling to get out of his steely grip. As you did so, you noticed people started turning on you and forming a small crowd around you.

"Shut up!" He growled at you, as he didn't like the attention you were attracting either.

"No way!" You snapped and somehow managed to spin around so that you were now facing him directly. He loosened his grip for a slight moment as other people began to hoot at him to let you go. You took advantage of this and kicked him in the crotch as hard as you could. He immediately let go of you and fell to the floor, writhing in pain. You weren't going to linger there a second longer and ran towards him. You didn't even look back. 

Some were still yelling at him but most were gathered around you, trying to comfort you. They even offered you food and drink from nearby stalls. You gladly accepted and thanked them all.

[astra-galaxie]

☾★☆☠✿♡♥☯▼for yann toussaint please'slides in a box of reese peanut butter cups'

*Takes the box of Reese's peanut butter cups*

Well, since you asked so nicely!😉

☾ - sleep headcanon

I’ve done a sleep headcanon for Yann before, so I think I’ll just paraphrase and add to it!

Yann is an early riser and very much a morning person. He loves waking up with the sunrise (sometimes even earlier) and always feels well-rested in the mornings, even on nights when he doesn't get as much sleep as usual. He’ll only feel exhausted after waking up if he was up working late on a difficult case. His brain can't turn off properly to let him go into a deep sleep, so he tosses and turns throughout the night until he eventually has to get up. But regardless of how he sleeps, he’ll always start his day with a fresh cup of coffee.

★ - sad headcanon

His necklace was the last gift he ever received from his parents. They gave it to him the morning of his fourteenth birthday, hours before they would be murdered. After seeing his parents’ bodies strung up like puppets, Yann was inconsolable for days. The entire time, he wouldn't let anyone take the necklace from him, scared to lose the last thing his parents would ever give him. Yann wears the necklace at all times, only taking it off if he absolutely must, and Jessica holds onto it for her husband until he can put it back on. Often, Yann can be caught fidgeting with the beads when he’s stressed, sad, or nervous. The necklace is a reminder that while his parents might be gone, Yann still carries a piece of them wherever he goes.

☆ - happy headcanon

Yann’s “Best DAD Ever” mug wasn’t actually a gift from his kids. In fact, he’s had the mug before he even became a father! The mug was originally a joke gift from Frank because the detective always teased him about being the “Dad” friend at the station. Frank didn't think Yann would actually use it, but the mug immediately became one of Yann’s favourites! It has been replaced a few times over the years, but the original mug remains in Yann’s house among some of his most treasured possessions.

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

It takes a lot for Yann to get angry. Usually, he won't yell when angry, but his voice gets cold, and his glare is murderous. However, if you manage to piss him off enough that he starts yelling, you better RUN and run fast! Yann’s anger is not to be tested, and many people have been scarred for life from witnessing the normally cheerful, happy-go-lucky man turn into a being of rage.

✿ - Sex headcanon

Yann’s favourite type of sex is slow and gentle. He likes to take his time pleasuring Jessica and making her feel good. He doesn't like sex to feel one-sided and wants his wife to enjoy it as much as he does. The two also have more rough sessions where they’ll leave bite marks and hickeys on each other. Even if they're not as young as they used to be, Yann and Jessica can be surprisingly adventurous with their sex life and get kinky when they want to.

♡ - romantic headcanon

Yann and Jessica still have date nights, though not as often as when they were dating or before having kids. They now have them once every two weeks and go out as just the two of them. They’ll go to their favourite restaurants, and afterwards, they might watch a movie, go to the carnival, or simply take a night-time walk through Jazz Town together. They still have family outings with their children, but Yann and Jessica enjoy getting to have some alone time with each other.

♥ - family headcanon

Yann's kids are named after his parents. Lily's middle name is Martha, and James's is Dominique.

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

Likes:

His family

Coffee

Travelling

Science

Nature

Dislikes:

Puppets

Abuse

Being alone

Decaf

Arrogance

▼ - childhood headcanon

Yann loved playing outside as a child, specifically in the small forest behind his house. He could spend hours outside, running around and pretending he was in an enchanted forest like the ones from fairy tales. He would climb the trees to the top, and if his mother didn’t catch him up there, he would admire the view above the treeline. Yann also used to collect cool rocks he would find and play with the frogs that hung around the pond in the forest. And at the end of the day, when it was time to go inside, Yann would bring a flower for his mother. Martha had a vase she would keep them in, taking out flowers after they wilted to make space for new ones.

And thus concludes another round of headcanons! Thanks for the chocolates and request, Issy!

[ginger375]

LUtober Day 9: Trinket

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Sky loved visiting the market.

He was used to going to the market on Skyloft, which was the hub of the community. You could find out all the latest goings-on and pick up whatever you needed (and a bunch of things you really didn’t).

So when the time-displaced heroes landed in an era and were near Castle Town, they inevitably wound up in the local market. It was an opportunity to restock supplies, and also to spend a little time apart…which was good for everyone every once in a while.

Sky leisurely walked past the stalls in Warriors’ Castle Town market, just enjoying the chance to peruse the wares and not feel rushed for once. The smells of freshly baked bread and lush produce were intoxicating…or maybe he was just hungry?

His stomach grumbled, confirming the previous thought. He wasn’t meeting the others for dinner for a couple more hours, surely a snack wouldn’t spoil his appetite?

He came across a baker’s stall and took a moment to look over the selection of pastries. Much to his delight, there was a selection of hand pies, including pumpkin.

Sky paid for two and put one away for later. The sweet and spicy flavours danced across his tongue as he let out a near-moan of satisfaction.

Continuing his little market adventure, Sky found himself among the artisan area, which was where he finally spotted one of his brothers.

Hyrule was looking longingly at a table of various trinkets, little ornaments and carved animals that had been lovingly crafted. He was fiddling with the hem of his tunic,

“Find anything good?” Sky asked as he approached. Hyrule jumped as if he’d been caught nicking one of the trinkets.

“N-no, n-nothing,” he stammered. “I mean, it’s all really pretty.”

He wasn’t wrong—there were some lovely crafts on the table, some more ornate than others, but even the smallest items were well-made. And reasonably priced, Sky saw as he looked at the tag of a hard-carved bear.

“Were you thinking of getting one?” Sky asked. Hyrule hesitated, then shook his head. “Why not?”

“There’s nothing like this in my era,” Hyrule whispered. “People don’t bother selling little handmade things like his because no one can really afford to buy them. The rupees they do have goes to food or other essentials.”

“You’re allowed to want something just because it’s pretty, Rulie,” Sky said gently. He could see the guilt on the traveler’s face at wanting something frivolous just for himself. “What if it’s a gift? Is that alright?”

Hyrule looked at him with wide, frantic eyes. “Oh no no, you don’t have to—“

“I’m sure your birthday is coming up, right?” Sky intoned with a wink. “I’d feel awful if I didn’t get you something.”

Hyrule fought a brief war within himself before pointing at a glittering fairy ornament and quickly looking away. Sky chuckled and got the attention of the seller.

If he could spend a few rupees to make one of his brothers happy, he would spend them gladly.

[twisted-in-wonderland-jay]

Fairytale Rewrite: Sleeping Beauty part 2 (Edited)

“Don’t despair my King and Queen. Vanrouge still has a gift to give the child.” Vanrouge walked to the cradle. From the look of him, you couldn’t tell that he was over three hundred years old. Vanrouge had the appearance of a short young boywithpale skin and short dark hair with pink streaks that stuck out. His fangs are visible when he opens his mouth. A large black and green coat that fell off his shoulders. On his waist, he had a black corset, a small belt with a miniature spinning wheel accessory on his hip. He also had black shorts with green stripes, stockings with an intricate pattern down the leg, and black, and boots with green heels.

“I can’t undo the curse, but I can change it. Malleus’ magic is far too strong, I should know.” He cleared his throat and pulled out his magic pen, “Dear Prince, though Malleus trick should your finger prick, a ray of hope there still may be, the gift I give to you sweet Prince. Not in death, but in sleep, a from the slumber you shall wake, when 100 years have passed or through true love the spell shall break.”

“What if we use the woodcutter’s cottage deep in the woods, and look after the child?”

“But who would care him?” then the King spoke,

“The most trusted among you, and the most cunning. Vanrouge.” Then Vanrouges ears perked up.

“What?!” His eyes grew wide then narrowed, “Now. Now I’ve never raised a human child before!”

“Well, you’ve helped to raise a child before Vanrogue.” He shot the fairy a nasty look as if to say, ‘We don’t talk about that’.

“Vanrogue, will you accept the responsibility? To take my son to the woods, to the woodcutter cottage and care for him till he is sixteen years of age?”

“Why not? I’ve raised a fae child with magic, why not a human child?” Vanrogue shrugged, nearing the cradle, when the baby lay.

“No! The child shan’t be allowed to know about magic!” Vanrogue, who was floating above the cradle, awing, and playing with the child now only a day old. Stopped and fell onto the ball of his foot looking shocked. “What now?!”

“I do not wish for him to rely on magic, learn to use it. Only to insure he remains wary of magic users and stays away in case Malleus shows himself.” The King said in earnest, and worried. “Malleus will never suspect you. You're just a human woodcutter in the woods, taking care of your son.”

“Oh, what I wouldn’t give to raise a human child of my own. To wash, and cloth, and feed it.” A fairy woman said with a distant joy in her voice.

“Yes, but Vanrogue is the best of the best when it’s matters of the court and world affairs.” Kindly said the queen as she picked up her son. That night the King and his Queen watched with heavy hearts as their most precious possession, their only child disappeared into the night.

“I trust you to raise him to be wise and caring. Please watch over him.” The queen reluctantly gave the child to Vanrogue. As the King whispered, “We trust you, Lilia Vanrogue.” And with those words Lilia took the child into the woods and into the darkness.

Many sad and lonely years passed by for King Stefan and his people, but as the time flew the prince’s sixteenth birthday drew near. The entire kingdom began to rejoice. For everyone knew that as long as Malleus’ domain The Valley of Thorns thundered with his wrath and frustration his vial prophecy had not yet been fulfilled…

[starkstruck27]

Alright, I've got another AU idea: Sleeping Beauty, but make it Harringrove

Billy is the son of a King in the sunny Kingdom of the Crocus Vernus, and after his birth, his parents throw a huge party to celebrate. It's during this party that Billy, like all the princesses and princes before him, will receive his gifts of virtue from the Charmlings, a group of fairies that can enchant people however they please. Charmlings are mostly adolescents until they use their powers up and become regular mortals, who then grow up to run houses of new Charmlings and help them hone their gifts. These adult Charmlings are known as "Watchovers", and Charmlings that have used their gifts but are not quite old enough to be Watchovers just yet are known as Charms.

Anyway, there are 7 Charmlings coming to the Prince's birthday celebration, and they, along with their 2 Charms and their 2 Watchovers, are ecstatic. It's their first time enchanting anyone of importance, and they can hardly wait.

The Charmlings take turns at the boy's cradle, bestowing gifts of virtue most could only hope of having. First up is Will, who bestows Kindness, then Lucas, who bestows Long Life and Good Health. Elle bestows Strength, Erica, Charm and Humor, Mike, Bravery, and Dustin, Intelligence. Finally, just as Max is about to bestow her gift, the palace doors burst open, and everyone turns and gasps.

The Dark Force, as he is known to most, enters the throne room. A mysterious creature known to curse others for his own amusement and pleasure, the Dark Force is feared by all, and as soon as she sees him, Billy's mother snatches him up out of the cradle and attempts to shield him. However, the Dark Force is not one to be fooled easily, and he goes over to the queen, unfazed.

Queen Kiara asks what he wants, and the Dark Force says only that as an act of revenge for the realm that cast him out like an old sock, he's cursing the prince to death on his 18th birthday. The Dark Force (also known as the Mind Flayer or Vecna to some) leaves the palace then, saying that the royal bloodline shall end with the prince and that the kingdom shall fall into ruin.

Queen Kiara, distraught and afraid for her baby, begins to weep with her son in her arms. Everyone is shocked and afraid for the baby boy, and they quietly murmur among themselves as they try not to notice the queen's hysterics.

Eventually, Max, the last Charmling, walks closer, and says that while she cannot break a curse that strong, she can soften it, so that instead of death, the prince will merely fall asleep until somebody who loves the prince with their whole heart makes a great sacrifice or takes a great risk for him so as to prove their devotion. There is a catch, though, if the young prince ever breaks somebody's heart, the curse will be brought on earlier than expected. Being the prince and having been gifted with all these virtues, and already being handsome, he's bound to do that to many a princess or duchess who came to court.

Because of this, Queen Kiara asks if the Watchovers of the Charmlings would mind taking him in and keeping him safe until the curse is broken. Though a bit apprehensive, the Watchovers, Joyce and Jim Hopper, ultimately decide to do so, and that evening, they take him away.

For 17 years they raise him in their house, which is just on the edge of town, close to the border of the neighboring kingdom, Paeonia. During those years, he befriends a young boy just a year older than him, named Steve. They become very close, and it isn't until they're older that Billy finds out that he's the prine of Paeonia. Still, this changes nothing about their friendship, since Steve resents his heritage a lot of the time and he continues coming back, so Billy knows he's truly his friend.

Then, on Billy's 18th birthday, nothing is changed. Except, when Steve goes to find him that day, he only finds the 7 Charmlings and their 2 Watchovers, weeping over him. He looks like he's just sleeping, but the Charmlings tell him about the curse, and he vows revenge. At this, Billy stirs a bit in his sleep, and Max tells Steve that it was the curse that stirred, and now, if he truly cares about Billy, he's the one who's going to have to break it.

Steve accepts the challenge, and he goes back to the Crocus Vernus palace, leaving the Charmlings and their Watchovers to keep an eye on Billy while he's gone. He tells the queen and king of what's happened to their son, but while the queen is devastated by the news, the king seems indifferent to it, and Steve can tell something is wrong.

Knowing that something isn't right, Steve decides to risk his neck to find out what's going on, and after asking around among the palace staff, he's directed to a duchess named Heather. She tells him to ask a maid named Chrissy, who is in love with the palace musician, Eddie, who is part Darkling (a dark Charmling, who can turn out evil, but most often turn out good, and though they age like mortals, they retain their magic for their whole life), and says he knows a guy, but he needs a day or two to set it up.

Steve is impatient, but he waits, and he's introduced to Murray, an All-Seer (a rare, almost extinct race of magic users seen as crazy and deceiving, but can really see almost anything, past or future, if they concentrate). Murray reveals that the king was consorting with the Dark Force to kill his son, so that he would be able to rule for longer and he wouldn't have to give up his crown. He planned on striking up a deal that would make him immortal, and eventually killing his wife so that he could rule forever without dealing with the law that his son would take over ruling once he became of age.

The only problem is, there's little proof, so Steve risks his neck again to sneak into the dark world with the help of his best friend, an apothecary named Robin. She helps him to make a plan so that they can find the contract that the king signed, then they can go back to the palace and prove that he's the one that set it all up.

So, Steve risks everything yet again to find the queen and show the contract to her. The king almost kills him, but Steve stands and fights, allowing the queen time to flee. Once the king is subdued, he and Robin follow the queen, all the way to the royal council, who are the only ones that have the power to impeach the king. They do it as soon as they see the contract.

Finally, Steve tells Robin to help the queen get herself together after finding all of this out about her husband, and to take her to see Billy as soon as the queen feels ready. While this happens, Steve takes one last risk in sneaking back into the dark world to safely return the contract, and when he succeeds, he ventures back to the Charmling house and back to his sleeping prince.

When he gets to the house, it's just moments before Robin and the queen arrive, and when they all go in together, expecting the worst, they find Billy, sitting on one of the sofas and drinking tea with the Charmlings, awoken from his curse. He listens to the tale of the trials Steve and Robin (but especially Steve) went through, and immediately knows that his acts of heroism are what broke the curse. He goes to Steve and drags him outside, asking if he did it because he loves him, since he knew that was a stipulation of the curse and he just needed to know for sure. Steve says that of course he does, and he kisses Billy, only stopping when they hear giggles from the Charmlings inside as they watch from the window. Steve and Billy shoot them a look and Robin chuckles and herds them away, and Billy turns back to finish kissing his hero.

The next day, Billy, Steve, Queen Kiara, the Charmlings, and the Watchovers all go to the palace, where Billy is crowned King of the realm. When his mother, with a knowing smile on her face, asks who will be his queen, Billy smiles sheepishly and looks to Steve. He nods, and Billy asks his mother how she'd feel about joining forces with the kingdom of Paeonia and having two kings residing on the throne. The queen's smile grows impossibly wider as she takes off her crown and walks over to place it on Steve's head. She says it'll need a bit of fitting, but it'll do for now. At least, it will until they can have it fixed for their wedding. And how would Steve look in a dress if she had a wedding gown made for him? Steve blushes, but Queen Kiara and King Billy both just laugh, and walk off together to start planning the wedding.

It takes place the very next day, and ironically, it's Steve who oversleeps and almost doesn't make it to his own wedding ceremony. Thank goodness Billy was there to wake him up just in time.

[hassedah]

Hello! I really liked your work "Fluff headcanons with Ethan", could you do this, but with Aaron?(sorry if there are mistakes, I'm using a translator)💜

Fluff headcanons with Aaron :

Hi! How are you? I hope you are well! ^^

I'm glad you liked the headcanons on Ethan. I think I will try to make one for all the boys as well as for Léandra and Farah. ^^

Here is the headcanon you requested, I hope you like it too! ^^

Have a nice day and take care of yourself! ^^

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It's not that he doesn't want to be romantic or doesn't like it. He's even very good at writing romantic poetry, but it's more that he doesn't always know how to be romantic. He never forgets your birthday, but he doesn't think of doing anything grand to celebrate it. It's not something he's been taught to do, after all, and among werewolves romance isn't really something that's common or sought after.

However, he will always bring you a blanket in winter if you are cold to keep you warm. He will make you a coffee, tea or hot chocolate too if you want. As his skin is much warmer than yours, he doesn't mind if you come and snuggle up to him for warmth.

Besides, he doesn't mind you sticking your cold feet against his in bed. Although he is always a little surprised to see how much colder your skin is than his. There's always a moment when he worries before remembering that this is normal and that as a werewolf his body temperature is always much higher than yours.

He often invites you to go walking in the forest with him. He usually goes out in the forest twice a night, the first time alone to hunt or to exercise a little, the second time with you to walk or to look at the stars. He knows most of the constellations and even remembers the ones that have changed their names and the stories that go with them. He can tell you if you want.

But he can also tell you about plants and the ways in which they can be used for healing. His mother knew every flower and plant by heart and taught him, and the time he spent in her pack also helped him learn more, especially on plants that are toxic to supernatural creatures.

He always has a lot of anecdotes to tell about what he did in his long life. Sometimes they are quite gloomy and scary. But many are also fantastic, he has met ghosts, fairies, dragons, goblins, witches, elves, mermaids and even Selkies. He likes to tell you about all his encounters and would like to introduce you to some of his friends with whom he has kept in touch.

He wasn't very comfortable at first, showing you the poetry he writes, but gradually he starts to let you read some of it. Your opinion counts more than he thought it would and he finds himself writing a lot more poetry since he got to know you. He is very inspired by you.

Now he always leaves one or two new poems for you to read when he has to go away because of the full moon. He hopes that time will seem a little shorter with them.

As he snores a lot while sleeping, he always tries to fall asleep after you so as not to disturb you. He wants you to have a good day's sleep without being woken up by his bear snoring.

He loves it when you stroke his hair before he goes to sleep. He finds it extremely relaxing and sometimes it even helps him fall asleep when he feels anxious.

He has long been used to being the rock of the manor. Everyone relies on him, all the time. He sometimes feels that he has no time to relax and not being allowed to show weaknesses because it has to support others. With your presence everything changes, he knows he can talk to you about what he feels, what is wrong. It's a huge point that you take off his shoulders every time he confides in you.

He is quite the big spoon most of the time, but he loves it when sometimes things change and you hold him.

You have already had several pillow fights. He had never thought of doing it before he met you, but he must admit that it is something he finds very amusing.

He loves to hold your hand in his when you walk in the forest. 

He knows some very nice places in the forest that no one else knows about. He will take you there if you wish. They are remote enough that none of the boys will go there so you can be sure that you won't be disturbed.

He likes to teach you how to fight with a sword. Even though he knows that there is little chance that you will ever actually fight someone with a sword in the 21st century. He likes it because it's a time you both spend undisturbed and afterwards you can both go and rest, whether it's having a bath together or just chatting in the bedroom.

[tsuki-sennin]

*Deep breath* Wahahahaha~! Make way, peons! It's a festival, a festival I say! Coming to Sorashido City whether you like it or not! Wahahahaha! So... Princess Elle of Sky Land is feeling great sorrow? Well now... we can hardly have that now can we?

This tremendous sweet sixteen for Hirogaru Sky PreCure! Is it a worthy telling of such an iconic legend?

Oh, by the way, by the time you're likely reading this, it's the birthday of our very own Tsubasa Yuunagi~!

By the way, here be spoilers! You'd best tread with caution!

-Everywhere I go... I see his face. Tarou-san...

-Bwuh? Oh yeah, Ranborgs.

-And Captain Shalala just dipped.

-By the way Sora, I'm very proud of you for kicking so much ass last episode, you were awesome.

-Ageha, now hardly seems the time for puns.

-The birthday boy grits his teeth.

-Hello, Yoyo-san.

-"What's their fucking deal, Grandma?"

-Light and shadow. Heaven and Hell. North Carolina and South Carolina.

-Ohhhhhh!

-K

-Kira Kira Energy.

-...this feels oddly familiar.

-An apothecary~!

-Papa, Mama, yes~!

-Aw :(

-Kanashimi o taiji shite yu- No Tsuki! Restrain yourself. It's not yet time.

-Uhhhhh, theme song! I forget if I talked about it yet, but it's delightfully hopeful and (as expected of a Toei franchise) masterfully composed. The percussion especially is immaculate, a good percussion section knows exac

-Onitaijin.

-Ohhhh, puppet show~!

-Pretty Princess Butterfly.

-You are very based, Tsubasa. I forgive you, you filthy crimin- *Smack!* Focus!

-Momotaro~!

-We must hurry to Onigashima.

-Well, we could retell the story with an odd cast from previous seasons... Love/Peach would make a good Momotaro just off her name alone, you could make a strong argument for casting Kokone/Spicy or Akira/Chocolat as the dog, Asuka/Flamingo of course could be the pheasant as it's a neorinthe like a flamingo...

-I'm not quite sure who'd be the monkey in this case. ...Ako/Muse, perhaps? I'm genuinely not sure, I only started watching Suite a little while ago, but she does give me monkey vibes. Minori/Papaya'd make a good substitute if you don't think that counts though.

-She shreep

-Puppet play~!

-Don! Don! Donbura ko!

-Don Elletaro~! Fully formed and armed to the teeth!

-Prop recycling~! Wouldn't be a Toei production without it, huh?

-Well, you know how it is, Mashiron! Everybody loves to play with the tropes of fairy tales~! It's why we as a society love Shrek so much. And RWBY... and I guess if you're me, Saber.

-Yooooo! Nippon Ichi!

-Dango~!

-Furry Sora Jumpscare!

-Keep your face out of the kibble and we'll be just fine.

-Free Bread~!

-Elleeeetaro Zan, Elletaro Zan!

-And now... a Haiku.

Light from the blue sky

Caught in the shining prisms

Rainbows gayly form.

-Y'know, Shinichi would be giving Mashiro girl advice. And she'd go for it.

-We're all going pretty quick, eh? Mmmm... Momotaro had to do a bit of walking after.

-...there is a surprising (read: distressing) level of similarity between Tsubasa (Yuunagi, moderate amount of issues) and Tsuyoshi (Kijino, lots of issues).

-Y'know, male character in a predominantly female role, used for comic relief fairly often, being wildly popular among fans on Tumblr... all I'm saying is you might wanna keep an eye on Wing's love life. For his sake, and ours.

-We laughed, we cried, we had wacky misunderstandings, we had insane romance subplots, people died and came back, Kaito was there...

-To the port!

-Onigashima! Where the ogres gather.

-Ohhhhhhh

-There's something about the Underg, huh Granny?

-Elletaro's companions stand resolute in spite of their fears.

-This is the good stuff.

-...apparently the princess isn't quite a big fan. ...give it a few more minutes, it'll be really good.

-Here comes creepy Battamonda~! Who... most assuredly is not a Noto analogue. That's probably better reserved for Captain Shalala or from a certain perspective Kabaton.

-Oniiiiiiiiii~!

-Ageha may be voicing the Oni, but she's definitely no Haruka. ...if anything, she's much more of a Jiro type. Arguably even more so than whatever Fifth Cure we'll be getting.

-Hirogaru-ki!

-The special effects are ruined! Your suit budget is in shambles! The shippers are going apeshit!

-She walks!

-She speaks!

-She's done it!

-Baa~!

-The cloud has lifted.

-For Elletaro! Princess Elletaro~!

-...so uh... where're Sora's parents in all this?

-I don't mean to ruin this nice moment, but I find it a little concerning that they don't seem to have been appearing much.

-BIRDS

-"What up, fellas?"

-Instead of kidnapping, Battamonda prefers a spot of murder.

-Whoa, perfect catch!

-Hell yeah, Prism Punch!

-I love how floaty these fight scenes are.

-Down they go!

-Eat my ass, Battamonda.

-Keep moving forward! The princess says so!

-Wahahahahahahahaha! Shine on, dear companions!

-Whoa! Flash Bang!

-Man, the Sky Mirage just seems like a really neat little toy to play with.

-Into the mirror~! Okay!

-Mermaid Aqua Pot Moment.

-Have you considered maybe you're just a moron?

-Thank you again, Elle-chan.

-Walk style.

-Elletaro-san~! Elletaro-san~!

-Bread...

-So let's get the party started~! Don Don, Iitokomikke~! Tokuige! Ni mune harou ze Brother! WOO!

-Ah, uh, outro, outro! Very catchy, love the rhyme structure, the Butterfly teasing is making me seethe and cope, get your skinny ass in there already babe.

-Mashiron must run! And never look back!

-Now if you excuse me, I do believe I have an installment of a certain other franchise to get back to. One that also involves floating sky kingdoms, ancient legends, knights and heroes, a pig-themed villain, wildly bucking franchise conventions, gender stuff, and horrifying underground monstrosities.

-...look I could've just said "Zelda" and there'd have been no question, but that's okay, see youuuuuu~!

[crisishaven]

Crisis Haven, Part 2

Vee, otherwise known as Artemis Fowl the 5th, is not as human as he appears. Returning to Haven after a decade of unfulfilling surface life, all he wants is for the fairy people to accept what he has known about himself all along: that he is truly one of them. There is a new kind of evil walking the streets of the underground city, something that lashes out in the dark and has been leaving a trail of bodies behind it. This fic plays out much like a police procedural or a detective novel that interrogates the book series’ kind of weird and binary views of race and gender. Lots of canon is ignored, almost no named characters in the original books appear in this fic. Consider this more of a spiritual sequel than a traditional fic.

CWs for this chapter: Mention and discussion of child abduction, mention of a car crash, brief mention of medical institutionalization.

Part 2: Beryl

The fairy council met nine times over the course of the week, and Officer De’nan had to be present for every meeting which was really cut into her “me time”. She’d recently taken up pottery after being gifted a little pinch pot kit and some clay by her mother for her birthday. Her first pot was a mess, but the feel of the clay and the concentration required to make a vessel that could actually serve a function in her daily life filled her with a sense of accomplishment and purpose. Over the last week of the tribunal, De’nan spent a total of thirty minutes working on her latest creation, a tiny watering can for her plants.

“You can just buy a watering can, it’s not like they’re expensive or anything.” Stoic dug into his lunch beside her. The two of them had been frequenting a ramen shop across the street from the Police Plaza two to three times every day since the tribunal began. 

“It’s not about just having a cute watering can, I want to make a cute watering can with my own two hands! I’d think someone like you could relate.” She pierced a fishcake with her chipstick. Stoic twisted his face up in mock offense.

“Someone like you, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” She slurped her noodles between words, careful to keep the broth from spilling on her only remaining clean dress shirt, “It means that you’re a geek. You build those little models, yeah? The ones that come in the big box with all the little pieces and you’ve gotta paint it yourself and everything?”

“Hey, shh! Keep it down!” He lowered his head and hid himself behind a menu, which seemed to actually draw more attention to their booth than divert it. “Gunpla aren’t exactly eagle anymore, alright?”

“Eagle? The hell are we talking about now?” A single noodle fell from her chin into her lap, splattering a red stain on her pants leg. 

“Eagle means legal, it’s rhyming slang. Really common among the offending types, how does a cop not know this?” The elf frantically dabbed a wad of napkins on the ever growing stain in her lap.

“I’m not a cop.”

“Why the hell am I calling you ‘officer’ then?” De’nan looked up at him, her eyelashes catching the ends of her grown-out fringe.

“Because I asked you to.” The centaur huffed, crossing his arms, blushing. He changed the subject.

“Well, uhm, how about the council today, huh? Your uncle sure was making a scene. Is he always like that, with all the verbose pontificating and grandstanding? Gotta be insufferable around the holidays.”

“He’s always loved giving a good long speech, that’s for sure.”

“Does it bother you?”

“What, the speeches? No, I mean, the one he gave at my sisters first wedding was actually quite beautiful–”

“I mean does it bother you how he seems to be very very against your position on this. I can tell this isn’t just a fun little ethical debate for you anymore.”

“It never was,” She gave up trying to clean the stain and accepted that she’d have to use whatever free time she could squeeze in out that evening to finally do her laundry. “And no, it doesn’t bother me. Uncle Forge has a political position to protect, he can’t always speak his mind the way I know he wants to. He’s got constituents to answer to, and he’s trying to speak for them, you know, like a councilman should.” 

The two of them fell silent for a time, watching the afternoon rain fall on the crowded street outside. It wasn’t real natural rain of course, but above ground it was springtime, and the fairy people hadn’t felt real raindrops fall on them in centuries. Simulated rain, recycled from tunnel runoff and processed clean before it was piped into tubes on high cave ceiling, complete with rolling thunder and holographic clouds. De’nan couldn’t think why Vee would give up surface life, even if he was a fairy. Any fairy would give anything for a chance just to feel real rain for the first time.

“Today is supposed to be the last day, right? How do you think this all ends?” Stoic asked, following a drop of water as it crawled down the window into a puddle that was gradually forming on the sidewalk below.

“I dunno, but I’ll be glad when it’s finally done.”

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“So it’s done?”

“Yep. Just coming out of Atlantis now, be home soon.”

“If I’m not there when you get home give me a call, okay? Lotta folks been turning up dead lately, I worry.”

“I know you do. Love you, bye.” Beryl DeGrit slipped the cellphone back into his breast pocket, sparing a glance to the stack of milk crates full of textbooks beside him in the car. Each textbook was actually hollowed out and stuffed with a piece of name-brand human clothing. Adidas, Nike, Lululemon, the kind of stuff that sold well at the flea markets in backstreet fashion districts. Beryl worked out a deal with a pixie friend of his from Atlantis to cut him in on a small-time smuggling operation, nothing major, just a few pieces here and there that happened to fall off the wagon as it were, just enough to help him put his husband through grad school.

The operation was simple, every few months Beryl’s pixie friend would give him a call and invite him to spend the weekend in Atlantis. He would drive down on the analog lanes, keeping off the autodriving roads, meet up with his buddy at a little comedy club in the Lavender district, then drive back to Haven with some mudman fashions disguised as various school supplies. Beryl DeGrit, was after all, an elementary school teacher. Nothing suspicious about a teacher working in an under-funded school going to such lengths to acquire materials for his class. That sort of behavior was practically expected of teachers, and Beryl DeGrit was just the kind of elf who always went above and beyond.

He turned the car off of the intercity highway and onto one of the rural backroads where the checkpoints into Haven were always more relaxed. There he passed by farm after farm, hydroponics and synth-growing operations. Eventually he arrived at the parking lot where he’d planned to meet his distributor, a businessman who owned several backstreet shop stalls catering to the city’s rebellious youth. Beryll turned the car off and waited, nervously checking his watch. Sitting in a parking lot for too long would look suspicious. What if someone has already noticed? What if they’re watching the cameras? No, no, everything is fine, Beryl reassured himself, you’ve done this a dozen times before, this is fine. But with his contact still not arriving, Beryl got antsy.

He left the car, deciding that it would be a good cover if he pretended to be having engine trouble. This was a good cover, he thought, because it wasn’t even a lie. He was having engine trouble, this damn car was always having engine trouble. These three-wheeled analog abominations were built to fail, everyone knew that. Just a cheap option for people who didn’t want to have to rely on Haven’s spotty public transportation and couldn’t afford an expensive auto car. He popped the hood and leaned inside, fiddling with the coolant caps and the timing belt. And then a wire wrapped around his neck.

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When the cuffs finally fell from Vee’s wrists he felt lighter than air, as if the cold iron was all that had been tethering him to this Earth. Vee also felt that he had aged rapidly, and despite being only in his mid twenties he believed that he could feel the cold hands of death already chipping away at the joints in his shoulders and his weary spine. One entire week of debating the validity of your identity in front of a council of angry politicians would do that to anyone. Commander Kelp was the one holding the key to his freedom.

“Don’t blow this, kid, or you’re going to make a lot of nice people look like assholes.”

“Of course. Thank you, Commander.” Kelp gave the young man a clap on the arm, which was as close as the elf ever came to a public display of affection. 

“Don’t thank me yet, we still need to go over the conditions of your probationary period. De’nan will be your probation officer, you will report to her on time, every time, or you’re getting a full wipe and shipped off back where the sun shines.” Vee nodded in the affirmative, following the commander down the corridor of the LEP holding facility. So much had changed in the years since he was a consultant here. There were hundreds of new faces for one thing, new technology, new uniforms even. Vee imagined this was what it might have been like for those astronauts returning to earth after their two year mission to Mars.

Officer De’nan’s office was essentially a closet wedged between the much larger and more grandiose mailing office and the custodial suite, but at the very least she had a window. One window, one desk, three chairs, and two massive filing cabinets that lined the walls of the already cramped space. Commander Kelp entered without knocking.

“De’nan, present for you,” He said, ushering Vee inside before promptly taking his leave and closing the door behind him. De’nan was in the middle of sorting through her filing cabinets when the pair arrived and didn’t even have the chance to address the commander before he left. Like a damn lightning strike that elf, she thought. 

“So,” She started when she had finally located the file she was searching for, “You’ve won a nine month probationary period. Rather generous, I think, all things considered.” She let the heavy file fall onto her desktop with a thud. It had sticky notes and colorful tabs and all manner of odd papers jutting out from the sides like some kind of eldritch tome. “This,” De’nan continued, drumming her fingers on the tome, “Is your LEP file. As you can see, It’s rather large.”

“Right, well, I was a consultant for a number of years. I actually expected it would be a bit larger.”

“Disappointed then?”

“No,” Vee waved his hand, “Just trying to see the bright side of things.”

“Ah, that’s a good attitude. Okay, well, my first task will be to help you re-integrate back into fairy society, and the best way to do that, of course, is by finding you a job.” Vee raised an eyebrow.

“You think anyone in this city is going to hire me?”

“Well,” De’nan tried to keep the apprehension in her voice at bay, “Maybe not just anyone will hire you, but I’m sure someone will. You mentioned you were an LEP consultant, for how many years were you at that position?”

“Five, I believe. Yes, it must have been five years, I remember I started out when I was ten.” De’nan paused.

“Ten? Ten years old?” Vee’s only response was a single curt nod. “Right,” the elf sighed, “Of course you were. Okay so from age ten to age fifteen, LEP consultant.”

“Consulting detective was the title, to be exact.” De’nan’s pen stopped scribbling, her perky mask of optimism falling into a dead-eyed look of incredulity.

“Consulting detective. Like Sherlock Holmes.” Vee nodded. “Right, okay, consulting detective, ten to fifteen. Anything after that?”

“Well I was moved back to the surface after that.”

“Yes? And?”

“And…” Vee wasn’t certain that he understood the question De’nan was trying to ask.

“What did you do for work up there?” She responded slowly.

“Lots of things. I wouldn’t call them jobs.”

“Help me out then, what would you call them?” Vee, somewhat embarrassed, folded his hands on the end of his crossed leg and took a deep breath.

“I was in and out of various institutions. I struggled to find any meaningful work and provide for myself. I never completed any degree and barely graduated from high school. I made music and sold it on the internet, but that hardly generated a respectable enough revenue for me to call it a job.” De’nan’s head fell onto her desktop, making impact with Vee’s LEP file.

“This is bad,” she groaned, “You get that this looks bad, right? This is, like, really really really bad.” Vee closed his eyes and nodded silently. He agreed, this all did look very bad, on paper at least. But he had five years of on-the-job LEP experience, a formative five years in fact, when his brain was still developing. The skills he honed then were still second nature to him now, he was sure of it. 

De’nan rubbed her temples. This had to go well. Her career was practically riding on Vee’s success now as a functional Haven citizen, and even beyond that she just fought very hard in a tribunal to set an enormous and possibly quite dangerous precedent for re-defining fairy kind as it had been understood for thousands of years. This was going to work. She would make this work, no matter what.

“Okay,” She said finally with her head still resting on the desk, motioning with her hands above her, “So here’s what I’m thinking. You’ve already got five years of LEP experience and what I believe to be a decent relationship with the Commander–”

“Yes, I agree, let’s do it.” De’nan’s head shot up.

“Why did you interrupt me?”

“You were going to say that you think we should ask the Commander about reinstating my position as a consulting detective.” Getting his old job back was, of course, always Vee’s intent. He was never happier, never felt more fulfilled or in his element, than he did during his time as a consulting detective for the LEP.

“I mean, yes, obviously, but you don’t have to interrupt me in the middle of a sentence.”

“Sorry. I’m terrible about that, I know.”

“Right,” De’nan rose from her desk and squeezed past the towering filing cabinets to reach the door, “Let’s get this over with.”

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Redwood Kelp’s inbox was full. It was always full, no matter how many urgent notifications he addressed or routine email security checks he confirmed. That’s why it was taking him so long to sort through everything he’d received during the tribunal week. His most trusted lieutenants were in charge of running the Lower Elements Police operations in his absence, and it seemed they’d been kept very busy. 

Just in the past 24 hours there was a major traffic collision on the auto car highway into Atlantis was under investigation, three smuggling operations out of Haven’s low street district were busted, and a massive investigation for a missing pixie child broke new ground when the little girl was discovered to have been falsely reported as missing by her parents who were seeking media acclaim and probably some book deals. The last case left a particularly sickening feeling in Kelp’s stomach. Over a century on the job and he still had a hard time pushing everything down when kids were involved. He figured that might’ve been some long buried paternal instinct worming its way out. Having children was especially difficult for fairies, not like the mudmen who seemed to breed like rabbits in any season. For fairies there were so many rules, governed by ancient magical codes, which prevented fairies from having more than one or two children every hundred years or so. Even beyond the magical limitations, Haven City’s own rule of law for its citizens required a hefty tax to be paid annually by parents for every child they chose to bear.

Kelp lit his next cigarette with the dying embers of his previous one. He’d been doing so well cutting down until Vee showed up again. Old habits dying hard, eccetera. But he was happy to see the boy again, in his way. To Kelp’s mind the world above was a slowly collapsing wasteland of ecological mayhem and pointless petty warfare, a haunting image of Haven’s possible future at the rate thighs were going. But Haven wasn’t quite there yet. Hopefully the city’s name would not remain the hilarious misnomer that it had become, and so long as Vee was underground Kelp was reassured that at least he could keep an eye on the boy. Keep him safe, or safer in any case.

And then, galloping at full speed, Stoic Young crashed through the Commander’s door with no sense of decorum at all.

“Commander! Commander!” He yelled, his hooves hardly stopping before he collided with Kelp’s antique walnut desk. “Commander, I need you to–”

“I need you to go back outside and knock on that door!” Kelp bellowed, thoroughly offended by the intrusion during a moment of very private reflection.

“But this is–”

“One.” Kelp started counting, just the way his father did when he was acting disobedient. “Two,” He continued. As hurriedly as he’d barged in, Stoic trotted back outside and slammed the door before rapping his knuckles frantically. Thank gods, thought Kelp, I don’t actually know what’s supposed to happen after three. “Come in,” he announced.

“Commander, I need you to look at this.” The centaur shoved a rather vintage looking cellphone into Kelp’s hands, scrolling through a series of text messages between himself and a contact in his phone with a name that was framed on both sides with strings of different emojis.

“What am I looking at?”

“This is my friend, the one I was going to have apply for R&D, remember? Well, he says that his husband has gone missing and the last time they spoke he was on his way home from Atlantis.”

“Atlantis…” The commander scratched his stubbly chin, “You don’t think–”

“It could be that he was one of the unidentified bodies from the crash. What the hell am I supposed to tell him?” 

“Tell him to get down to the morgue, see if he’s there.”

“Fucking hell, Commander,” Stoic sunk down onto a bench beside the commander’s desk, head in hands. “This is just, it’s just too real, you know?” Kelp took a long drag on his fungal cigarette, cursing now more than ever that he didn’t have any real tobacco. He put a hand on Stoic’s shoulder.

“These things happen, Young. Sooner or later.” The centaur looked up at him, white as a sheet, pain and fear in his eyes.

“He’s my best friend, Commander.” His voice was barely a whisper.

“Then you’re the best person to tell him. You can help him. Be there for him, you know.”

“I think,” Stoic sniffed, but his tone was lighter and more playful than before, “I think this is the most you’ve ever actually spoken to me, personally.” There we go, thought Kelp, that’s the kid I know.

“Go make the call, the sooner the better.” Stoic gathered himself up from the bench and left the office, passing De’nan and Vee on his way out. Stoic never quite looked professional, but De’nan couldn’t help but notice how wet his cheeks were.

“Is everything alright?” She offered, pausing in the hall. Stoic gave her a small but thankful grin.

“No, but I’ll catch you up later. Got a phone call to make. Thanks, Nan.” He trotted off, the rest of the Plaza Station giving way to him. De’nan shook her head and sighed, this was quite the stressful day already and it wasn’t even lunch time yet.

“Okay, well,” She spoke to Vee, who appeared to be fixated on the tiles of the very high arch ceilings, “I guess I’ll be dealing with whatever that is later. What are you looking at?” she squinted upwards, sure that there must be a bat or something trapped in the building again.

“New tiles,” Vee stated simply, “But only on this floor. The renovations in this building are a bit sporadic, don’t you think? Quite showy, less functional. The railings on all the ramps and stairs are still the same despite most of them being only one good tug from total collapse.”

“Yeah,” De’nan agreed, “I think I see what you mean.” The two of them stood there for a moment looking upwards, the only sound between them the constant chatter and ambiance of the Plaza’s main office floor.

“Your friend is going to the morgue, by the way.”

“What?” The elf nearly choked. 

“I saw his phone, only a glimpse, but they were messages from a friend. Not a work friend, work friends don’t usually get emojis beside their names in contact lists. I also saw the word Atlantis,” He pointed to a far wall where a massive television screen broadcasted a local news network currently covering the Atlantis crash, “Seems like he knows someone who might’ve been involved in the crash.” De’nan’s eyes lingered on the television screen, but her gaze lacked focus.

“I see,” was all she could think to say, suddenly feeling a tad guilty for thinking that she was the one having a bad day.

“Do you want to go to your friend first, or should we talk to the Commander while we know he’s likely to be in a sympathetic mood?” De’nan bit her lip.

“You speak to the Commander, I’ll go catch Stoic and make sure he’s alright.” She rushed off, squeezing her way through the crowd with a chorus of excuse me’s that got quieter the further away from Vee she got.

Vee loomed large over the regular inhabitants of the police plaza, but it seemed that very few of them really took notice of his presence. Perhaps they were already used to me, I’m old news, he mused. Gnomes, elves, goblins, dwarves, fairies of all shapes and sizes bustled about the open office floor, their desks pushed together, people sneezing and talking and some even laughing. Phones buzzing, papers tearing, pencils tapping. What a nightmare, he thought, just like the human world. If only they knew how horrifyingly mundane the similarities between fairies and humans actually were.

Vee knocked in a rhythm three times on the Commander’s door until he heard the old elf grumble to come inside. The Commander stayed seated, typing away at lightning speed on his keyboard.

“Busy day, can’t handle any more interruptions.” He spoke through the corner of his mouth, the opposite corner occupied by the nub of a dead cigarette.

“I will be brief,” Vee ducked inside and closed the door quietly behind him. “I’d like my old job back.”

“No,” Said the Commander plainly. 

“Could you elaborate on that?”

“I could.”

“But you don’t care to?”

“Bingo.” 

The Commander’s attention stayed on his computer, fingers still furiously clacking away. Vee took a seat on the bench where Stoic once sat. A bench of that style was an elegant solution to the anatomical diversity of the fairy species. With so many body shapes and sizes and so many variables to account for when it came to physical mobility, a comfortable low bench was an elegant solution. Granted it was significantly too low for someone of Vee’s height, but with his ankles crossed and stretching out in front of him it was quite pleasant. Vee stayed there, fingers absently picking at one another, enjoying a comfortable silence between himself and Commander Kelp. After half an hour of answering emails, Kelp cracked.

“One case. A small one.”

“Do I get to choose?”

“No.” Kelp pressed a button and his printer produced a mostly empty police report. “Dwarf in the low streets. Her apartment caught on fire while she was sleeping. Her brothers are in Howler’s Peak for smuggling, neighbors reported seeing some unfamiliar goblins in the area that night.” Vee studied the very minimal report.

“Are there investigators already at the scene?”

“No, fire patrol was dispatched last night, but with this Atlantis business and the pixie girl thing everyone’s tied up. Her body was removed last night, should be in the morgue for processing.” Vee rose and stretched his legs, already making strides toward the door. “Not so fast,” Kelp stopped him, wheeling his chair back and pulling something from his desk drawer. “You’ll need this.”

The badge clattered on the polished walnut desktop. A single silver acorn the size of Vee’s palm that was specially made for him nearly ten years ago, printed with his name in Gnomish characters and pinned to a small wallet of weatherproof synthweave. Vee made no mention of the fact that Kelp clearly kept the badge with him all these years, a fact that Vee was certain of due to how polished the surface of the silver still was and how the synthweave wallet smelled strongly of the Commander’s favored brand of fungal cigarettes.

“Take De’nan with you,” Kelp grunted, returning to his sisyphean email crisis. “I don’t want to see your face on the news again.” Vee nodded.

“Of course, Commander.”

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De’nan arrived at the morgue before Stoic and waited for him by the entrance. Despite the noise above, this floor of the Police Plaza was quiet, too quiet for her liking. De’nan was an enjoyer of ambiance, the sounds of life, people talking or walking or laughing. Living underground, it was rare to find yourself ever in a place that was totally quiet. Everything echoed, every sound bounced, there were always signs of life around her. So she found herself flicking through social media apps on her phone. Atlantis was all anyone was talking about, it was either Atlantis or that pixie girl’s parents who apparently had her locked up in a storage unit for two weeks while they went on all the local talk shows and got flowers and lovely heartfelt cards from concerned strangers sent to them. De’nan scoffed, scrolling an article from the Haven City Herald that first broke the story, her thumbs tightening a dangerous grip on the little device.

Was life always like this, she wondered, were things always this bad and I was just too young or too stupid to get it? And how could anyone do that to their own child? They had to be insane, the both of them, or just somehow altogether a different kind of animal than she was to be capable of such an act. But that wasn’t the truth, and deep in her heart, thought it pained her to acknowledge, she knew it. Fairies, even fairies who did terrible and inexcusable things, were still fairies. They were still like her, part of her, part of the world. But it was much easier to close herself off from that truth, to isolate them, make them something else so that she could believe that if she only became good enough at spotting the signs of a wolf under the sheep’s wool that she would never be taken advantage of like that little girl. 

Is that fair to the little girl? Aren’t I then, in some way, just blaming her for not seeing the wolves? And what could I do then, if I were that little girl and I was afraid of my parents? Well, I would go to the LEP, of course, she reasoned. But the police need physical evidence, we can’t just act on hearsay, and we’re stretched thin already as it is. Maybe she did go to the police and they couldn’t help. Maybe she did see the wolves around her, or maybe she didn’t because she is a child and children shouldn’t have to suspect that their parents might take their life away at a moment's notice. De’nan chewed her lip to bits, a single bead of blood forming before a blue spark of magic sealed the wound. That’s about all her magic could do these days, about all anyone’s magic could do aside from the demon warlocks, and even they, in their small numbers, grew weaker by the year. Her ears twitched, suddenly aware of the sound of hoofsteps descending the stairs, accompanied by a murmur of two voices. 

Stoic led Lamont DeGrit, his dear friend of many years, to the morgue. Lamont, or Gritty as he was known to his loved ones, wore his short dark hair in a slicked back professional fashion, his beard trimmed to a manageable length, the tendrils bristling with nervous tension. Stoic stopped at the end of the stairs, surprised to see De’nan was waiting for him. The elf looked up from her phone, attempting to appear casual, but her eyes betrayed her.

“Nan, you didn’t have to wait for me.”

“I know.”

“Is she the one you told me about?” Asked Gritty.

“Er, yes, but maybe this isn’t the best time for an introduction.” The three of them entered the morgue together, Stoic and Gritty leading the charge, with De’nan following closely behind.

The Police Plaza’s morgue was not designed to hold more than twenty cadavers at a time. Even twenty was, thousands of years ago when the Plaza was constructed, considered to be a considerable overestimation. In the current day, chief forensic pathologist Sameth Ba’kor had a caseload of thirty six cadavers. Some were overflow from other precincts, putting the Plaza’s cold storage infrastructure to the test as the aging goblin struggled to find physical space in the deep freeze locker to store every cot while still leaving enough room to navigate the space and do his job, like a massive morbid slide puzzle. Luckily, Doctor Ba’kor had a lot of patience for puzzles. Most fairies couldn’t even stand to be in the deep freeze locker for more than a few seconds, but goblins were uniquely suited to withstand the freezing temperatures. Whenever his fingers got a bit nippy, Doctor Ba’kor simply breathed a low, steady stream of fire into his hands to warm them back up.

Backing out of the deep freeze after a long half hour or so of puzzling cadavers into place, Doctor Ba’kor was surprised to see that he had guests, thought he already suspected he knew why they were there. Still, he asked the question out of courtesy.

“What can I do for you, officers?”

“I’m, er, that is, we’re here to, uhm–” Stoic struggled to find the professional way to say we need to look at all the dead bodies and see if one of them is this guy’s spouse. Luckily, Gritty interjected.

“My husband may have been a victim of the Atlantis autohighway crash, I’m here to try and identify his body.”

“Yes,” Stoic added, “That.” The doctor ushered the two of them into the cold deep freeze where what remained of the unidentified bodies were draped over by clear vinyl sheets. De’nan couldn’t help but take notice of the fact that Lamont DeGrit seemed to be very much in control of his emotions, which struck her as odd given the severity of the situation. But perhaps, she thought, I’m wrong. I never met the man, maybe he’s just… odd. Like Vee.

The doctor led Gritty and Stoic around the room. Gritty stopped at each slab, some mangled and missing identifying features like limbs or bruised badly in the face, but with each elf body he passed over Gritty was utterly confident that none of them belonged to his husband.

“He’s not here,” the dwarf said finally after he’d seen every elf in the room. “He’s not here, thank gods he’s not here.” He breathed, deeply and for a long time, as if he’d been holding his breath for the entire process. “Get me out of here, It’s fucking cold as a witch’s tit in here.”

“You’re sure? Totally sure?” Stoic asked.

“Positive. Now I need a drink.”

The two men departed with few words, just a thank you to the doctor and an offer to De’nan to perhaps meet up for dinner later that evening. Once again, Vee saw the two of them only in passing, this time on his way down the steps to the morgue. De’nan leaned against a wall, arms crossed, brown knitted in concentration.

“He wasn’t in there.” Vee nodded to the morgue.

“Go on,” De’nan urged, “Tell me how you know, Sherlock.” He shrugged.

“People who’ve just seen their spouse’s dead body usually cry about it for a while. Coming to a conclusion like that hardly requires a Sherlock Holmes level of deductive reasoning.”

“Yeah, well, doesn’t stop you from bragging about it apparently.” Vee tucked his hands into his pockets and leaned against the wall beside her.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to brag. I just talk like... this. I know it can be grating, but I hope you don’t think I’m being callous on purpose.”

“No, I don’t think that,” De’nan sighed, her shoulders dropping, arms unfolding. “Sorry, I’m just feeling a bit snippy at the moment. Rough day.”

“In that case, I’m not sure if this will improve your mood or make it worse.” He produced the police file given to him by the commander, one single slip of paper with a brief description of the apartment fire and the single sentence statement that the fire patrol took down from a neighbor. Suspicious goblins spotted just before the sister of two known smugglers dies in a fire? Clearly an open and shut case, but it was a case.

“So this means the Commander had you reinstated?”

“For the time being,” Vee flashed his badge before tucking it back into his overcoat. The clothes he’d been arrested in were for caving and did not suit his personal style or sense of comfort. Kelp had held onto his badge all those years, but he considered it unlikely that any of his other belongings received the same treatment. Not that any clothes from ten years ago would still fit him. He made a mental checklist: first item: solve this crime, second item: get a new suit, third item: find Soul.

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Blessed Be Thy Tea

This is a Halloween Special BkDk story I wrote for Twitter and AO3. 

Izuku and Katsuki are just two witches happily cohabitating in the forest...

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Izuku breathed deep, the scents of mossy earth and crisp forest air filling his nose washed away every ounce of anxiety. He raised his arms toward the sky in silent prayer. The large sleeves of his evergreen robe slid up to his elbows, revealing creamy forearms spattered with bronze freckles. Hints of sunlight filtered through the thick canopy leaves, warming his skin and pulling a soft smile to his lips. This was Izuku’s favorite part of every day - silent worship, healing among plants. There was nothing better…well maybe one thing. Emerald eyes looked back toward where he had come from. Though he couldn’t see it from here, he knew his cottage, with its thatched roof, stained glass windows and little fairy garden, sat just around the curve in the path. Where Kacchan was waiting for him, no doubt cooking up something delicious. 

 They’d started out under oath of a contract. Just a hedge witch and kitchen witch relying on each other and their talents. But over the months, something changed between them, a bonding of souls, their magic intertwining. Now, three years later, happily married and living off the land, secluded from the covens that practiced in the nearby village, Izuku and Katsuki were more than content with their life together. Where there was once arguing and the occasional hex, there was now only love and strengthening potions. 

Izuku grinned to himself as he gathered his basket, filled to the brim with herbs and mushrooms. His patch of spices and herbs had outgrown their little backyard garden some months ago, so Izuku transplanted his precious plants to a plot near the creek just a short walk from their home. The greenette knew Kacchan would be happy with the offering. He could already see the softness in those ruby eyes, the lilt in those peach lips that Izuku loved to kiss so much. 

The hedge witch skipped along the path, careful to not jostle the goods too much. But he was much too refreshed and relaxed to simply walk home. The rose quartz pendant thumped against his chest, reminding him of his own heart, the one he’d given away to Kacchan under a sea of stars in the dead of winter, snow glistening in the moonlight. As he skipped around the curve, their cottage came into view, warm yellow light illuminating the pale green and pink stained-glass windows. Emerald eyes caught his husband’s silhouette moving about the kitchen and Izuku broke into a run.

The greenette rushed into the foyer and the scent of mossy earth was replaced by robust spices and lemony tea. 

“Oi! Close the damn door! You’re gonna let out all my work,” that gruff voice called to him.

“Sorry, Kacchan!” Izuku shut the door quietly and slipped off his muddy boots. As he reached the end of the hallway, the greenette plucked his oversized pointed hat the color of cherry blossoms off his head and gently placed it on the cabinet top. Kacchan bought him that hat as a birthday present last year…he never left the house without it. 

The wood floors absorbed the sound of Izuku’s socked feet, padding toward the kitchen. Yes, silent worship in the forest was a beautiful thing, but this - Izuku melted watching his husband carefully stir a pot, his hand lazily waving from afar to make the wooden spoon mix his latest concoction simmering on the stove. The ash blonde leaned against the far counter, sipping lemony tea and watching Izuku over the brim of his cup, ruby eyes washing over the greenette like a fire engulfing a forest.

“Welcome home,” Katsuki breathed, and Izuku felt his heart skip a beat. He’d never get used to the happiness and comfort of returning to his beautiful husband.

“Hi,” he answered quietly, basket still tucked tightly against his body. 

When he didn’t say anything further, Katsuki smirked and eyed the hedge witch. “Watcha got there?”

Izuku blinked rapidly, rapidly remembering the reason he’d gone out to the forest in the first place. He rushed to the counter to place the basket next to the sink. Katsuki poorly hid a snicker under a cough and Izuku pretended to not notice. He began to sort through his goods, laying them in bunches next to the sink, when he felt the heat of his husband leaning in close until thick forearms caged him against the counter. Cinnamon and spice flooded over Izuku, sending a shiver down his spine as Kacchan’s breath warmed the shell of his ear, the only warning he had before an open mouth kiss was placed over his pulse.

“Kacchan,” he breathed, sagging against the counter further. This time, he was certain of the laugh that left his husband’s lips, the vibrations traveling through him at every point their bodies touched. 

“You’re cold,” Katsuki murmured against freckled skin. He pushed away from Izuku and settled at his husband’s side, hip resting against the counter as he crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. “The rainy season is here. If you spend too much time among your plants, you’re sure to catch a cold.”

“But if I don’t tend to the plants, where would you get all these beautiful herbs?” Izuku swiped his hand over the lined-up bunches of basil, oregano, parsley, and thyme. Small piles of Enoki and Oyster mushrooms were clustered away from the greens.

“Tch, I’ll live,” Katsuki snorted as he swiped his own hand across the kitchen where glass jars filled with various herbs and spices Izuku had grown lined the shelves. Bags and cloths containing drying herbs hung from the ceiling with twine. “Got enough to last me at least six months. So don’t kill yourself for my sake, Deku.”

“But I love my plants,” Izuku pouted.

“And I love you,” the blonde growled with no heat behind it, leaning down to capture his husband’s mouth. Izuku sighed into their kiss, hands raising to rest against Katsuki’s broad chest, his pulse thundering beneath freckled fingers. The hand that slid up his neck to cup the back of his head was hot, covered in a thin layer of sweat from the hours he’d been working in the sweltering kitchen. “Don’t go out tomorrow,” Katsuki breathed against his lips. “There’s a storm coming. I can feel it.”

“No promises,” Izuku whispered back.

“Deku,” his husband warned, before ceasing all contact and walking to the opposite side of the kitchen. “We have enough, too much if I’m being honest. If you really need time with nature, just sit in the back garden or something.”

“Fine,” the greenette rolled his eyes behind Katsuki’s back.

“I saw that,” the blonde hissed, eliciting a squeak from Izuku. “Go take a warm bath. Supper will be ready soon.”

Izuku hurried off before Kacchan started yelling. The man, despite mellowing out since their first meeting, was still extremely bossy, and after they made their relationship official, Izuku found the kitchen witch was extremely protective as well. Under all the yelling and rough words there was great care. Kacchan was a man of action, often letting his cooking and thoughtful deeds speak for him. It had taken a few months, but eventually, Izuku learned to observe rather than listen when it came to the ash blonde. It started with little things, like the way Kacchan would always have a cup of tea ready each morning, a different blend for whatever type of day he expected them to have, or the days when Kacchan tended to the house plants and treated them as tenderly as Izuku did himself. And then there were the meals Kacchan prepared, the flavors robust but not overpowering. Izuku didn’t learn until much later that the blonde blessed his ingredients before cooking, casting spells for good health or luck with each meal. The day Kacchan confessed his feelings was with a meal of roast pork and potatoes, seasoned with the herbs Izuku had brought home. Over their dinner, the ash blonde admitted to blessing the meal with love, cheeks dusted pink and eyes barely able to hold Izuku’s gaze in his nervousness. That had truly been a beautiful day and there had been so many more wonderful days since then. 

The greenette sighed as he climbed the steps to the master bedroom and its connecting bathing room. He knew Kacchan was just worried for his well being, but Izuku couldn’t promise to stay in the confines of their home. He’d been restless as of late, and maybe that was the storm Kacchan spoke of, but Izuku was sure he needed to confide in his plants, to feel the earth under his fingernails, taste the air and breathe in all Mother Nature had to offer. There could be no promises…he would follow his soul in the morning.

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Katsuki frowned into his cup of morning tea. Stupid Deku had disobeyed his request, leaving their cottage without even a hint of a goodbye. And the sneaky bastard had slipped out before he woke, making the blonde even more irritated. Katsuki hadn’t the chance to offer a meal or a tea imbued with protective magic. He knew the storm was coming, the feeling in his bones was strong, and ache that hummed through his entire body. With the early onset of Autumn, the trees shifting from bright green to vibrant shades of orange, red and yellow, Katsuki knew also came the rain. The chilly life force that bled into the streams and fed the earth through the chilly season. Izuku, no doubt, had seen the sunny rays filtering through their windows and assumed he was safe to venture into the forest, tend to his plants, worship Mother Earth like he always did. 

Thunder rumbled in the distance and Katsuki’s fingers tightened around the ceramic mug, the heat of his tea seeping into his hands. The sound of a crack over the stove made him jolt, ruby eyes darting to the offending sound. The mug was discarded in the sink before the ash blonde investigated, feet silent as he padded across the wooden floor. Breath caught in his throat at the sight of a glass jar cracked jaggedly from the lid to the base, dried calendula petals flooding over the shelf. A bad omen…

Katsuki’s fists balled at his sides, worry filling his mind as he thought of the implications. A broken jar of calendula…poor health. Ruby eyes were hidden behind pale lids as a slow breath was released from his lungs. He couldn’t get carried away. If this really was a warning of poor health, Katsuki would put it to good use and begin work on a remedy. The blonde moved about the kitchen, gathering ingredients - chicken bones, parsley from Izuku’s garden, an onion, celery, and carrots. He lined them up, hovered a hand above and spoke under his breath, blessing these ingredients. Once everything was chopped and seasoned, it was all dumped into his favorite cauldron, the flame beneath burning the color of sunset, and poured spring water over the top. It would take a couple of hours, but the end result would be worth it. 

Time passed, leaving Katsuki to pace their home. Dark clouds had rolled overhead, blocking out most of the early afternoon light and the soft pitter patter of raindrops beat against the stained-glass windows. The wind had picked up, the weathervane atop their cottage clanging and creaking with every blow. Izuku still hadn’t returned, no sight of that mop of mossy hair, nor a peek of that cherry blossom hat. The flame of the cauldron warmed the cottage, scents of simmering broth tickling the kitchen witch’s nose. 

Normally, this atmosphere would be a comfort, but without his husband, safe and warm at home, Katsuki was distraught. Flashes of lightning exploded in the distance, followed by the deep percussion of thunder that shook the blonde’s bones and rattled the windows. His sweet, bubbly Deku was out there doing Mother knows what. He tried to keep the worst thoughts out of his mind, but with every flash of lightning and boom of thunder, horrid, violent images bloomed behind his eyes.

Katsuki couldn’t wait anymore. He extinguished the flame, grabbed his oil slick coat to protect against the rain and stomped his feet into his boots. The moment the door was opened, water whipped at his face, blown around by the harsh wind that was picking up. Taking care to calm his racing heart, Katsuki slammed the door shut and began to run down the path toward Izuku’s garden plot. Chances were the idiot was trying to protect his precious plants from storm damage. 

Water splashed from every direction - above as the rain dripped from the colorful canopy, the side as wind whipped water over him, and below as puddles erupted under the pounding of his boots. Katsuki turned the corner, expecting to see his lovely husband, drenched and hovering over the plants, but the sight that met him was anything but heartwarming. There was no sign of Izuku. His preferred woven basket was pressed up against the trunk of a nearby tree, thrown about by the wind and rain. Upon further inspection, ruby eyes caught the barely visible footprints of boots venturing away from the garden. 

“Where the hell did you go, Deku?” Katsuki growled to himself. He pulled his coat tighter, though it didn’t do much as the rain began to seep through the material. Muddy tracks, barely visible through the puddle water, led toward the creek, now overflowing from the downpour. The ash blonde crouched beside a set of tracks that appeared to cross the river. Dipping a hand into the stream, Katsuki pulled his hand back with a hiss. The water was freezing! “Deku!” he called, voice drowned out by the wind. “DEKU!” 

He listened for any response, anything at all that could lead him to his husband. But nothing but the sound of pounding rain and moaning wind filled his ears. Hot tears stung the corners of his eyes, chest heaving unevenly as scarlet orbs squinted through the pinpricks of water. Braving the icy water, Katsuki ran through the stream, chills running up his legs and freezing his ankles. He hissed again, willing his feet to move faster before the heavy rain washed away all of the tracks. He needed to find Izuku, and he needed to do it fast. His voice carried on the wind as he called for his husband again. 

Katsuki was about to turn back and follow the bank of the stream again, when a low yowl hit his ears. His feet stopped abruptly as his eyes darted toward where the sound had come from. Another beastly sound whined from the trees, pulling the ash blonde’s attention upward. There, hiding amongst the branches was a cat. It’s reddish brown and white fur drench and sticking out at odd angles. It shivered and yowled, angry with its fate, from a lap Katsuki would know anywhere.

“Izuku!” Katsuki called toward the branch. That head of mossy green hair shifted, emerald eyes glossy as they peered down at the kitchen witch. “The hell are you doing up there?”

“K-Kacchan?” Izuku asked with a small voice before a harsh sneeze wracked his body, threatening to toss him out of the tree. Katsuki’s heart pounded in his throat, stomach nearly dropping out of his ass at the possibility of not being able to catch his husband. “I c-couldn’t leave him out here. A-And…” his lips trembled, pale from the cold, “I lost my hat.”

“Stay there, Baby, I’m coming up to get you!” Katsuki called, rushing the trunk, and grasping any notch he could find to pull himself up. The bark was slick, making his hands lose their grip and boots slip from their holds, but with extra effort, the blonde pulled himself onto the branch opposite the emerald-eyed beauty. With one hand on the branch, Katsuki leaned forward to cup a freckled cheek. Izuku’s skin was simultaneously chilled and burning, a bad sign. Tears pooled in those glassy evergreen eyes and Katsuki bit his lip, heart clenching painfully in his chest. In an attempt to alleviate his husband’s stress, the blonde turned his attention to the angry beast curled in the hedge witch’s lap. “Who’s this?” Calloused fingers reached out to scratch the kitty’s ear, the little thing turning its head so Katsuki’s ministrations could be moved to his cheek and chin. A loud purr cut through the patter of rain and Katsuki smiled. 

“He was hanging around my garden this morning,” Izuku explained, body wracked with shivers as chilly water dripped down his neck from the leaves above. “And when the wind b-blew my hat off my head, this little g-guy chased after it, r-right into the creek.” His amused chuckled turned into a fit of coughs and Katsuki watched the man in alarm. He needed to get Izuku out of the rain. “I-It took a while to catch him, and by then the rain was so bad I f-figured it’d be better to stay put in this tree rather than w-walk back home.”

“Hand me that damn cat, Izuku,” Katsuki huffed. “I’ll climb down with him and then help you down.” Izuku regarded him for a moment, like it took all his energy to process those words. Katsuki opened his mouth to repeat himself, but before he could get a single word out, that drowned cat was thrust into his lap. Claws pricked at his thighs, and it took everything for Katsuki to not shove the thing off, instead picking up the beast. Heterochromatic gray and blue met scarlet, and Katsuki was struck with an odd sensation. He didn’t have time to ruminate on it with the wind picking up once more. The cat was tossed onto his shoulder before he shoved off the branch to slide down the trunk, boots hitting the muddy ground with a splash. “Your turn, Baby, can you get down?”

“I th-think so,” Izuku shuddered, moving slowly as if his bones were stiff from the cold and sedentary position. Katsuki watched with bated breath, ready to catch the greenette at any sign of a slip or fall. The cat had shifted, digging its claws into his coat to perch upon his shoulder, eyes pointedly watching his savior. Izuku placed his foot on a notch in the trunk, hand reaching to grab a branch for balance. 

“Good job, Deku. You got it,” Katsuki called, eyes still scanning for any chance of a fall. And when Izuku placed his weight on the notch, boot slipping with a harsh yelp, the ash blonde was there, to catch his husband, bracing his arms to take his weight. The cat chirped as if questioning Izuku about his wellbeing.

“I-I’m okay,” he responded shakily. “Thank you, Kacchan.” When the blonde didn’t put him down, emerald eyes peered up through the chilly rain to search those concerned scarlet eyes.

“I’ve got you,” was all Katsuki said before taking off toward home. The closer they got to the cottage, the more concerned he became. With Deku’s forehead pressed against his neck he could feel the blazing heat rolling off him. Every shiver and shudder that wracked through the greenette made the Katsuki hold on tighter. The purrs of the drenched cat never ceased, the beast content atop the blonde’s broad shoulders, eyes observing Izuku’s face as they ventured through the forest.

“I’m sorry, Kacchan,” Izuku sniffled.

“I told you there was a storm coming, idiot,” he grumbled back. “But don’t worry about it. I’ve got just what you need at home. You’ll be feeling better in no time. I promise.”

“I love you,” Izuku said, like a prayer on the wind.

“Love you, too,” Katsuki smirked. “Even if you’re too stubborn for your own damn good.”

Relief flooded over him as their cottage came into view, the warm glow of home so inviting. His feet picked up the pace, arms burning with Izuku’s weight, but he’d never say a word about it. Just carry on and get his idiot husband inside. It took some maneuvering to get the door open, but the second they stood in the foyer, that damn cat leapt off his shoulders and made a b-line for the heart in the sitting room. Insistent yowls broke through their home, accompanied by the soft chuckles of a feverish greenette. 

“Tch, bossy little thing,” Katsuki snorted, gently placing Izuku on his feet. He swayed slightly, and a hand shot out to steady him. “Sit,” he pointed at a dining chair in the kitchen. Ruby eyes burned into defiant emerald, just daring Izuku to disobey him again, to say he was fine when he clearly was not. With a defeated sigh, the greenette turned and plopped into the wooden chair. Katsuki made a triumphant sound in the back of his throat, turning toward the sitting room to observe the cat waiting with an irritated expression. “Mother give me patience,” the blonde huffed under his breath, before kneeling beside the hearth and loading in a few logs and starter to get a fire warming the cottage. The moment the flames roared to life, that cat made itself right at home, stretching languidly in front of the stones before curling within itself comfortably. “Don’t think I won’t kick you out once the rain stops, ya little mooch!” One blue eye popped open to give Katsuki a look of disdain. “Little shit,” the blonde grumbled as he made his way up the steps to the master bedroom. 

With towels and fresh clothes in hand, Katsuki returned to the kitchen. Izuku had his head laid on the table, breathing shallow. As he approached, the blonde relaxed. What he’d thought was sickness ravaging his husband, was just sleep having taken over. With a gentle flick of his wrist, a simmering flame ignited beneath his cauldron. Though the pot was still warm, it had cooled enough to where steam no longer wafted above the broth. 

“Izuku,” Katsuki whispered, crouching beside his exhausted husband. The greenette stirred, eyes cracking open to reveal glassy emeralds. He seemed to be a bit lost and that worried Katsuki the most. “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes, yeah?” Izuku nodded and let the blonde maneuver him into a better position to peel away the cold, sticky layers of drenched fabric. 

Once the greenette was warm and dry, Katsuki helped him to the couch, a plush piece of furniture the blonde had hated initially but had grown to love – especially after all the nights he’d fallen asleep, engulfed by the overstuffed cushions, Izuku wrapped in his embrace, heart beating steadily beneath his fingertips. The moment Izuku was resting comfortably, the cat, now dried and warm from his time spent close to the hearth, hopped into the greenette’s lap, purring loudly. 

“Hello,” Izuku chuckled, fingers stroking that silky dual toned fur. The cat’s purrs became impossibly louder, and Katsuki glared at the damn thing. “What’s your name?” Blue and gray eyes blinked up at glittering emeralds, a soft meow rising to answer his question. 

“I’ll be back in a second,” Katsuki announced before jabbing a finger toward the cat. “And you…don’t you dare think about stealing my husband. He’s mine!”

“Kacchan,” Izuku whined with a bit of amusement. “It’s just a cat.”

“Not just a cat,” Katsuki threw over his shoulder as he turned back toward the kitchen.

“What are you talking about?”

Katsuki sighed as he ladled steaming broth and vegetables into a bowl. “I think it’s a familiar.”

“Huh,” Izuku breathed. “Why do you say that?”

The blonde padded into the sitting room, pulling the low set table closer to Izuku with his foot. He set the bowl down and waved the spoon around at the cat. “It’s the eyes…they’re too human-like to just be a cat.” The feline stretched lazily across Izuku’s lap accompanied by a little chirp. “I warned you once, ya little shit. Don’t steal my husband.”

“Well,” Izuku grinned, cheeks flushed, but eyes less lost after a few slurps of broth. “Familiar or not, I think he’s adorable and we should keep him.”

“Absolutely not,” Katsuki hissed, receiving a glare from both his husband and the cat. “He’s gone the second the rain lets up.”

“But Kacchan!” Izuku whined, lifting the kitty under its arms and swinging him gently. “He’s so sweet. We can’t kick him out. He needs a home.”

“We get by on our own just fine, ‘Zuku. We don’t need another mouth to feed.”

Izuku pouted, a bit of mischief sparkling in his viridian eyes, “But weren’t you saying just last night that you have plenty to last us for months?”

“Yeah, herbs and spices, dumbass,” Katsuki deadpanned. “Ya think a fucking cat is gonna eat dried leaves?”

“Oh,” Izuku sighed in defeat. “Sorry, little guy. I guess it’s just for tonight and then you’re back on your own…in the cold and lonely forest. All alone, fending for yourself. Getting dirty and having no place to curl up and stay warm.”

“Mother help me,” Katsuki grumbled, pinching his nose. When he looked up, he was met with his husband’s teary, hopeful eyes. “No, Izuku.”

“Please, Kacchan,” the greenette pleaded, tears threatening to slip down those delicious freckled cheeks. The man’s lip trembled, and Katsuki threw his hands in the air.

“Fucking fine!” the blonde growled. “But when winter comes and we are starving because this little mooch is siphoning off our portions, I’m kicking both your asses out.”

“No, you won’t,” Izuku grinned, recognizing it as an empty threat. “You love me too much.”

Katsuki stalked up to his sassy husband and bent low, sucking a freckled cheek into his mouth to nibble. Izuku giggled, sending the blonde’s heart soaring. “Damn right, now eat your soup. I’m gonna go make some tea.”

The rest of the night consisted of hot tea brewed with Katsuki’s heavily stocked store and cuddles on the couch, though the blonde believed there were one too many bodies nestled in the cushions. While Deku fell asleep snuggled between his husband’s broad chest and the fluffy body of their new cat, Katsuki monitored the cottage. The rain finally stopped late into the evening, the sounds of crackling embers replacing the harsh whipping of water against the windows. Eventually, he too slipped into slumber, warm and comfortable with Izuku’s body pressed against his and the silky fur of their new companion beneath his fingers. 

When the warm rays of morning light slipped through the colorful windowpanes, heating his cheek, Katsuki stirred awake. Izuku was still softly snoring, now facing his chest. Warm puffs of air heated and tickled Katsuki’s neck. The blonde couldn’t help but snuggle into his husband’s soft curls. His fingers were still tangled with silky strands, though the bony body beneath felt larger than when he’d fallen asleep. Lids cracked open, scarlet eyes peering over a sea of green to take in the very human form snuggled against his husband’s back.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Katsuki screeched, crushing a startled Izuku to his chest and kicking the stranger off the couch. Red and white hair shook as the man fell to the floor with a thud.

“Kacchan? What’s wrong?” Izuku’s shaky voice rattled.

“Why’d you kick me?” the stranger asked, head tilted to the side as heterochromatic blue and gray eyes studied the pair of witches. Katsuki ground his teeth. He knew he’d been right about something being off with that damn cat!

“You really are a familiar,” Izuku gasped, twisting within Katsuki’s tight grasp to look at the man splayed out on their floor.

“Yes?” That dual-colored hair swayed as he tilted his head the opposite way. “Thank you for adopting me.”

“We didn’t adopt shit,” Katsuki growled, finally releasing his husband in favor of lunging for the familiar. With his hand wrapped around the man’s neck, the angry witch dragged him toward the door.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the bi-colored familiar warned with very little emotion in his voice.

“He’s right, Kacchan,” Izuku said, feet padding after them. Katsuki felt his husband’s hands grip his bicep, pulling slightly in his plea to let the familiar go. “If you throw him out it will just invite bad energy.”

“You already saved me from the storm and offered me food and kindness. That’s as good of a contract as any,” the familiar shrugged as if he wasn’t aware Katsuki could snap his neck in an instant. “My name is Shoto, by the way…not Mister Squiggles.” Izuku squeaked, face flushing a deep red at the mention of the ridiculous name he’d come up with last night.

“S-Sorry,” the greenette stuttered, a coughing slipping out. 

Katsuki sighed and looked over his still sick husband warily. Ruby eyes shifted back to the familiar, disdain coloring his features. “So, what you’re saying is, we’re stuck with you?”

“It appears so.” The tilt of the man’s lips set Katuski’s blood to boiling. “And I would greatly appreciate some more head rubs.”

“You little shit!” the blonde hissed, fist tightening, intending to squeeze the life out of the creature. But the man morphed back into a cat, easily slipping his grasp and bounding over to Izuku, who caught the cat with a smile. A loud purr erupted in the foyer and Katsuki gripped the bridge of his nose. “I gave you one order,” scarlet eyes burned into the feline. “Do not steal my husband.”

“No one could ever steal me from you, Kacchan,” Izuku smiled. The greenette, still a bit pale with sickness, padded closer with that creature snuggled in his arms. “I love you, too much.” He stretched up on tiptoes to place a gentle kiss on Katsuki’s cheek.

“Tch, fine. It can stay, but Mother help me if I ever see you cuddling with that thing when it’s not a cat, I’ll skin you both!” Katsuki huffed at the silent laughter washing over his husband’s face. “I’m fucking serious!”

“I know,” Izuku grinned before turning back toward the sitting room. “Come on, Shoto, let's start a new fire in the hearth.” Katsuki glared after those gray and blue eyes that watched him over Izuku’s shoulder with an amused twinkle. The blonde grit his teeth and ran a hand down his face. Sometimes he really hated magic.

[multi-royalty]

MUSE INFO : MALEFICENT

BASIC INFO:

Name : Maleficent Gender + pronouns : female , she / her Face Claim : Angelina Jolie Sexuality : asexual lesbian Species : dark fey / phoenix

BACK STORY:

Growing up as an orphan in the Moors after the death of her parents (caused by the humans), Maleficent believed herself to be the last of her kind. As a child she was kind, caring and got along well with the other fairies and creatures that lived among the Moors. One afternoon it's made apparent that a human boy (Stefan) has crossed into the moors. Maleficent orders him to hand over the gem he had stolen from the kingdom. Maleficent escorts Stefan to the border of the Moors, where they discover that they are both orphans. Stefan wishes to return to the Moors to see Maleficent again, but she tells him that it is forbidden. Nonetheless, they both want to see each other again but when Stefan extends his hand to her and as she goes to shake it she gets a shock from his ring. She explains that iron burns fairies and he takes off his ring and throws it away. Stefan is leaving and Maleficent smiles to herself and she begins to develop feelings for Stefan and a few weeks later, Stefan returns to see Maleficent and the two develop a close friendship, which as they grow older, develops into romance and on her sixteenth birthday, Stefan gives Maleficent a present: True Love's Kiss. However, it was never meant to be. Over the next several years, Stefan stops coming to see Maleficent, due to his temptations toward the human kingdom. While Maleficent, the strongest of the fairies, rises to become her homeland's fierce protector. While Stefan is serving under the human kingdom the seek to attack the moors, a war ordered by king Henry. Maleficent leads her army of the forest guardians against Henry’s army emerging victorious and the surviving soldiers to retreat back to their kingdom. Later that night, Maleficent receives a visit from Stefan, who, unknown to her, has become a servant of the King. The King has demanded to be avenged and will name whoever kills Maleficent as his successor to the throne. Stefan tells Maleficent that he has returned to warn her of the King's demands. Maleficent and Stefan sit closely to each other by the river and spend the night together like they used to. Stefan gives Maleficent a drink, which causes her to fall into a deep sleep as soon as she takes a sip. Stefan then drew a dagger and attempted to kill her, but couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he uses a chain made of iron to cut off her wings. He then presents them to the dying King Henry as false proof that she was slain. The next morning, Maleficent awakens to a burning pain on her back, and is heartbroken upon finding that her wings had been stolen. Unable to walk properly, Maleficent picks up a simple twig, and transforms it into a staff. She then walks through the Moors until she finds the ruins where she sits to think and hides in the shadows, broken and alone, at the same time a raven appears but she sends it away.

VERSES:

arc 1 : mistress of evil - CANON

Follows Maleficent's journey throughout the first movie, features her hatred towards the humans, bitterness towards the other pixies and moor species. Maleficent is dealing with hatred, self loathing, betrayal , the loss of her true love.

arc 2 : mother dearest

featuring her protection and relationship with Aurora over the course of both movies.

arc 3 : redemption

features Maleficent working on her relationships and trust towards others, working with the moor species rather than against them.

[nightmareonpeachstreet]

Ghost encounters I’ve had that I can remember off the top of my head:

1. My sister and I were playing on her bed when we were young, among other toys we had this little fairy, I think it was a Shrek mcdonalds toy or something. Neither of us were holding the fairy and it wasn’t placed anywhere above us (we had bunk beds at the time and my sister’s bed was the tallest thing in the room), and the fairy somehow fell on my sister’s head. Neither of us saw it until it was on her head and tumbling back down to the bed, but like literally there was nowhere it could’ve fallen from on it’s own.

It scared the crumbs outta me and my sister at the time, we woke up our parents and wouldn’t stop wailing about the fairy toy that was alive until our mom said she would keep it in her room overnight (literally just to get us to calm down so she could go back to sleep djdifencirjdk I’m sorry mom). Now that I’m older though, I know that the ghost in that house was actually very kind. I think they were playful, although I don’t think they were a child, because I never found any other activity in the house, and I think the reason is because the ghost was just trying to play with my sister and I, and when we got scared they felt bad and decided not to try again, which seems like a rather mature response that seems more indicative of an adult that accidentally scared a stranger’s baby in the supermarket. I’m very sorry for the misunderstanding, ghost from my old childhood home. I hope the people u live with currently haven’t misunderstood your intentions.

2. (this one is about the one not-chill ghost) one time when I was a preteen I was at a booksale with my family in an old retired military base. as I was walking by one of the tables, I felt something that felt like I banged my thigh on something. I thought to myself "oh I must've run into one of the tables on accident" so the next time I was walking by that table I was super conscious of where the table edge was. when I walked by it I once again felt a hard pain on my thigh despite knowing for a fact I didn't hit the table.

later when I walked by that table again, even MORE conscious of the table. keeping a literal eye on it. I STILL felt something bang into my thigh!! so at that point it was like "okay I am definitely being kicked by a ghost idk why he's so possessive of this table but clearly he doesn't like me very much)

3. at one point I was sitting on the couch and my dad passed by to go down the hallway. I decided I wanted to lie down, so I turned and lay down on the couch, and I was now not in a position to be able to see the hallway my dad had gone down. (my head was on the armrest and from where I was laying the hallway was basically right above my head if that makes any sense at all? like not literally above me but like the top of my head was pointing towards the hallway, not my face)

I felt a really strong presence coming out of the hallway. like outrageously strong like there was no possible way there wasn't someone there. it lingered near me once it felt like it was right next to the couch. I figured it was my dad came back out of the hallway and was just being silly, so I tilted my head back so I could look at him, and nobody was there. a couple minutes later my dad came out of the hallway, clearly having been down there the whole time.

4. once upon a time in my life when I was a teenager, I was having really bad sleep paralysis. it was like, every single night, and it wasn't the chill sleep paralysis it was like full on disturbing hallucinations type of sleep paralysis. I had recently been gifted a stuffed bunny for my birthday, and right after I was gifted it is when this all started.

at some point I had the idea "he's not near any of my other stuffed animals I wonder if he's lonely" so I politely asked him to stop giving me bad dreams and placed him with my other stuffed animals. my sleep paralysis stopped immediately. there is no longer any activity from the rabbit, so I don't know if the ghost is still attached to the rabbit or if they decided to move on, but either way I'm glad they were happy with my solution.

5. this one happened like, a couple years ago. for a while I had a group of coworkers who I was very social with, and we all used to joke whenever something went wrong or we messed something up that "it was the softlines ghost."

this one time, a large bouncy ball rolled into softlines (I literally don't know where it came from I've never seen us selling bouncy balls in our store??? usually stores have them in a big bouncy ball prison that you have to pull them out of and I've literally never seen one of those in my store, or in fact ANY OTHER BOUNCY BALLS???? I don't understand?????? this was in the backroom too so it's not like a child could have brought in their own???????????????????)

we all laughed it off like "oh where did this even come from?? haha" and I set it off to the side so no one would trip on it while we were working. around like, 20 to 30 minutes later, the bouncy ball comes rolling over to me like it's on a mission. I asked my coworkers if they moved the bouncy ball, and both of them said no.

I like to think we have multiple ghosts in our store, but we definitely have at least one. a few days ago, I even saw that same bouncy ball again!! it was on the sales floor this time and it was just vibing in the men's section. I said "oh hey bud, where've you been?"

he didn't respond, but I was glad to see him again.

[its-a-hot-girl-thing]

Antología | Bruno Madrigal x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

They met in late spring, when (Y/N) and her mother knocked on the door of La Casita after breakfast, back in 1939. Pepa opened, a grey cloud over her head as she desperately tried to soothe the child in her arms, Camilo, who was crying inconsolably.

"Buenos días, Pepa" the woman greeted her. "Is your brother home?" 

"Ah, I think he's in the ..." the boy pulled from one of her curls, causing a thunder above her. "Ouch! Argh, BRUNO!"

"Sí?" An unkempt man with black curls, green eyes, and big dark circles peeked out from the kitchen, concerned. 

"They're looking for you" his sister walked away to her room with Camilo shifting restlessly in her arms. 

Bruno approached the entrance prepared to be yelled at, trying to remember what he had predicted to cause someone's anger this time. He immediately recognized the woman as the town's tailor, Asunción Cortés, but the girl next to her was only vaguely familiar.

"Buenos días" he said barely in a whisper, looking down and holding his breath.

"Buenos días, Bruno" Asunción took her daughter by the arm, giving her a little push inside the house, almost making her bump with the man. "I need to know when my daughter's getting married."

"What?" Confused by her words, he looked up, meeting a curious pair of eyes and a sweet smile inches from him. Bruno only knew three of the twelve Cortés sisters, but among the townspeople, he had heard of their great beauty and charm. However, nothing he heard before compared to reality: the girl in front of him seemed out of a fairy tale.

"What my mother means, señor Madrigal, is that she needs you to confirm through your gift whether she'll ever see me dressed in white or she should resign herself to seeing me die alone."

"Verá, all my daughters, granddaughters and nieces have married before the age of 24." he couldn't take his eyes off the young woman, who seemed amused by the situation. “But (Y/N)'s just turned 26 a week ago and there's still no one interested in taking her down the aisle. I need to know once and for all what her future holds before I have a heart attack." 

Bruno doubted that the younger Cortés' singleness was due to a lack of suitors, and he was correct. Ever since her 18th birthday, several men had tried to lure her with all sorts of schemes, but she always ended up rejecting them, bored by their flat and monotonous personalities.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, señor Madrigal" her voice reminded him of a joyful melody. "We can come back later if you're busy."

"Don't worry, I can attend to you now, señorita Cortés" he moved to the side to let both women pass."If you follow me upstairs, por favor."

"Could you stay here?" (Y/N) stopped her mother at the foot of the stairs.

"And leave you alone with a man in his room?" Her mother responded alarmed. "But what a scandal would that be!" 

"Ay, mamá, por favor, el señor Madrigal is an honourable man" Bruno didn't believe most people would agree with that statement. "It's just that you're so nervous, I don't want you to interrupt the process, especially if it turns out not to be what you expect." The woman looked at him up and down, then at her daughter and back at him as he smiled sheepishly. "Fine, but I want all the details."

"Sí, mamá" Bruno couldn't help but blush as she entwined her arm with his to guide her into his room. As he opened the door, he suddenly felt mortified by the number of stairs in front of them; he was used to it, and when someone from town came to ask him something, he didn't care they had to climb so many steps... Until that moment. 

"Wow" is all she could say, looking up amazed.

"Sorry, they didn't use to be that high, but..."

"Oh, no problem" (Y/N) jumped to the first step, in front of him. Her interest in him began then, as he nervously fidgeted with the hem of his ruana, eyes glued to the floor. She felt the need to cheer him up, to see him smile truthfully and not just for appearance. There was something in him, a distant sorrow that reached her soul and somehow became affection. 

"Do you have to go up there every day?"

"Yep"

She winced, pitying the man, particularly for everything she'd heard about him in town. She'd expected to meet someone scary with a malicious gaze and dark aura, but instead, she came across a cordial, shy man with melancholic eyes. He looked tired, probably overwhelmed by his reputation, one of which seemed impossible to change or flee. 

"Then I guess you’ll have no problem beating me".

"Beating you…?" Confused, he watched her run up the stairs, hopping here and there.

"Whoever arrives last owes the other an arequipe!". 

It took him a few seconds to understand what was happening, seconds in which he noticed that the green and black details on the edge of her white skirt made her look like a fluttering butterfly; the reason why he'd call her “mi mariposita" later on in their relationship. 

"Hey, be careful!" he snapped out after seeing her skid over the edge of a step. "Wait!"

He ran after her, hearing her giggles echo through the tower, a ghostly sound that would haunt him in dreams during his years in exile. He caught up with her about thirty steps from the top, where he found her leaning against the wall gasping for air, red face and tousled hair.

"Okay, okay! I give up.” She raised her hands in surrender, smiling at him. "There were more steps than I’d expected."

"Are you alright?" He was tired, but not as she was. 

"Perfect! I just needed to catch my breath. Vamos!" Together they finished climbing the stairs, reaching a dimly lit passageway. "Hey, feel free to stop by the workshop any day to claim your prize." She reached up to boop his nose, and Bruno's face turned the same colour as an apple. “Not to show off, but my arequipe won first place at the food fair three years ago. Sure, it was because Julieta didn't attend that year, but second-best is not bad, right?”

He was amazed at her energy and optimism, which seemed to spread throughout the place like a bright warm light. He watched her walk to the door at the end of the passageway, feeling his heart racing against his chest. At the moment, he attributed it to the race, but later that night, in the solitude of his bed, he realized it was love being born from the depths of his being. 

<From the very first moment we met I knew that you'd never be mine. And yet I was selfish enough to try; How foolish of me to think you could be mine, when you're the light and I'm the eternal night.> He'd write her two years later, in hasty handwriting and teary eyes, her photo pressed against his chest.

"Ready?" (Y/N) pointed to the door.

"Oh, yeah, sorry" smiling, he walked up to her and opened the room.

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boyfriend material | kth

⤑  series: kinda hot

⤑ pairing: campus flirt!taehyung x sweet girl!reader

⤑ genre: fluff !! // nd some smut!

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 6.7K // unedited.

⤑ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, biting, spitting, fingering (f. receiving), squirting, hair pulling if you like squint.

⤑ A/N: hiiii! this is wicked late nd i’m lowkey annoyed bc i did not plan for it to be - buuut i really hope you like it . as usual let me know what you think !! x

FEBRUARY 6TH, 2021 | 17:40

“This is for you,” Tae's grinning on the other side of the door, an assortment of flowers in the shape of a teddy bear held out in front of him. You're cooing, eyes focused on the gift. “It's cute!” The pure gleeful tone of your voice has a chuckle passing his lips.

Taking the bear from his grasp, you lead him inside your house. Jimin is sat in front of a muted TV, doing a terrible job at pretending he wasn't listening to everything the two of you were saying. Luckily, Jungkook had stepped out to pick up their dinner – no telling how much more obvious he'd be.

Setting the bear down on the counter, you're finally taking in Taehyung entirely. Handsome. Not like that was much different from how he normally looked. But handsome with effort tonight. He even went so far as to put some product in his hair, defining the permed curls that usually laid messily.

“You put on a suit!” Hands curling around the lapels of his pale mint jacket as your fingers smooth over the fabric. Standing this close to him, you can clearly see the blush that darkens his cheeks. A bit surprised at the new effect you have on him, but you don't let it show.

Fingers steadily bouncing up his chest until your able to tap your index finger onto the tip of his nose. “You look adorable. Let me go get my bag,” With you no longer clouding his senses with your sweet lavender scent. Positive it's the body wash lotion set he bought you for your birthday last year.

Yet, he doesn't remember it smelling this intoxicating in the store.

He had been so flustered before that he neglected to tell you how beautiful he thought you looked. Nearly lost his balance when you were opening up the door, standing a few inches above your normal height. Makeup done nicely, he's spent enough time on FaceTime watching you practice to guess how hard you worked on this look. And it paid off.

“Are you nervous?” Jimin's carries from the living room, proper up on his knees to look over the back of the couch.

Taehyung lets out a tsk, hands sinking into the pockets of his dress pants. Leaning back slightly, feigning nonchalance. What did he have to be nervous about? The facade only lasts two seconds before his shoulders are slumping and his brows are furrowing. “Is it obvious?”

Jimin's barking out a laugh, head tilting back as the sound of his laughter fills the room. “Oh, unbelievably. You can relax, though. She's excited,” That was the truth. Despite the fact this date wouldn't be something you'd chose for yourself, you were still excited to be going out with Taehyung.

And the fact that he had put so much effort into at least trying to impress you was reason enough for you not to complain. He was trying! Exactly what you asked him to do. It was going to be a learning process for both of you, but it would be fine. Determined to have a good time with him, no matter what.

“Okay. I'm ready to go!” Stretching out the last syllable of your words, hopping from the second step to the landing. Taehyung is straightening at the sight of you, plucking up your jacket from the back of the couch and draping it over your shoulders.

You thank him with a smile, stepping in front of him. “Bye, Jimin! Tell Jungkook to stay out of my room!” Blow a dozen kisses over your shoulder at him while Taehyung leads you out the door with a gentle hand on your back.

He's parked in front of your house, moving quickly to pull the passenger's side door open for you. Just from a quick glance, you can tell that he's cleaned up his car a bit. The small pile of empty water bottles gone from the backseat, his scattered gym clothes tucked neatly in his duffle bag. He even went as far as to vacuum the seats!

Dark eyes trained on you as he leans against the side of the door, his lower lip tucked into his mouth, tongue running over it. “You look gorgeous, Tiny.” He says with a slight nod of his head, eyes traveling from your face to your shoes. “Breathtaking, actually. It's insane,”

The giggle you let out is real and one hundred percent involuntary. A weird warmth spreading throughout your body at his compliments and the way he's looking at you. He just might drive you mental before you're even your driveway. He takes your flushed expression as your thanks, pushing your door closed with a large grin.

“Play something you like,” He's handing his phone over to you just after securing his seatbelt around his waist. Quickly tapping his code onto the screen and watching while his apps fall into place. The playlist that he with all your favorite songs is still saved among the rest of the lists.

So of course you're hitting shuffle on that. 

He's whooping at the starting notes of the first song that plays, both of you passing lines of the song to each other as he turns on to the highway. He breaks into a fit of laughter as you breeze through the chorus, letting the whole highway know exactly what WAP stands for.

Laughter and screeched lyrics fill the car, you find his look of accomplishment each time he's finishing a verse oddly attractive. He's skidding to a stop fourteen minutes later and you're taking a moment to glance around outside. A look of confusion taking over your features. 

“This isn't the restaurant?” With squinted eyes you're taking a better look at the building, turning to look over at him. “This isn't even a restaurant,” An abandoned building from the looks of it, a few stories tall. He doesn't seem as confused as you are, no, he's actually getting out of the car, pulling your door open.

You take his hand as he offers it, allowing him to pull you from your seat. The largest of grins on his face as he sets his hand on the small of your back. “You know I can kick your ass, right?” A little reminder as he leads you into the dark building. He's laughing, hand gliding from your back to your hand, loosely holding on to your fingers.

“Relax. Just trust me,” And because you'd follow Taehyung... well, into a creepy abandoned building, you let him lead you all the way to the old-fashioned elevator. He's pushing a few buttons and pulling a lever before the thing is rattling to life.

Shaking as it goes up and you lean against the railing to keep from tumbling over. His hand is reaching out to steady you, secured around your waist as he pulls you into his side. “Where did you even find this place?” It's way too comfortable in his arms, you don't move even when the shaking stops.

“It used to be a hotel... or a brothel or something,” He says with a shrug.

The elevator carries you all the way up to the highest floor and he steps out in front of you. “Wait, we're eating at a brothel?” Despite the begging questions begging in your mind, there's a laugh mixed in your words as he takes hold of your hand again.

“Something like that,” And that's all he says as he leads you down a narrow hallway, to the door at the end of it. He's pulling it open to reveal a set of stairs, gesturing for you to walk ahead of him.

He's all smiley and giddy, rushing you to get to the top of the stairs. And when you are, you sure the grin he's looking at you with could split his face. His hand on the doorknob as he bounces on the soles of his feet. “Are you ready?” Not even sure for what, but you're nodding.

No idea it was possible, but his smile grows as he pushes the door open. He's cute. Full cheeks lifted, both rows of teeth showing, his lips forming that boxy smile on his that you liked so much. With a sideways step, he's revealing what has had him bouncing since you pulled up to this place.

The first thing you notice is the lights. Dozen little fairy lights strung along the ledge of the building. There are candles too, lit and scattered around the floor and the edge. Flower petals scattered around, adding pops of color to the warm glow. A neatly set table in the middle of it all, besides it a cart holding a bucket of ice. You don't even have to look to know he's got your favorite drink cooling in there.

“You did this?” Right in front of your eyes, but you still can't believe it.

He's pulling you further on to the rooftop, stunned that you almost forget to move. Never has someone ever done anything like this for you. It was so simple and so nice. Private in a way you thought a dinner date should be, you couldn't believe it. “Did you really think I'd take you to some stuffy restaurant?”

You're sinking into the seat he pulls out for you, peaking down at the menu that's placed on top of your empty plate. “Tae's Five Star Restaurant,” You read the bold print out loud, gawking at the fact that he even printed out his own menu. Albeit, there was only one item to choose from, but still, this was amazing.

“I promised you five-star dining and I don't lie to you,” He's flicking the page open to point at the one item listed: 'Yn's Specialty Sampler'. “Entrées are small here too, but that's only because it's all your favorite foods,” He looks so proud of himself.

And you're in complete utter shock. “You made all of my favorite foods!?” Honestly, any more of this and you might burst into tears. When did do all this? How and why? What made him want to do this... for you?

The large plate he sets in front of you is exactly as he described it, a small taste of all the foods that you've ever told him were your favorite. From noodles to nuggets. He has his own personalized dish ready for himself, it's almost identical to yours considering you share a lot of the same favorites.

“I know you hate surprises, so I told Jungkook. I'm surprised he didn't spoil it,” You're thinking back to how adamant he was to keep you from saying anything to Taehyung about this. How he hammered in the fact that Tae should figure it out on his own, all while knowing that Taehyung had already figured it out on his own.

Props to Jungkook for keeping this one to himself. “I'm glad he didn't spoil it. I like this surprise,” You say with a smile that has the corners of his lips lifting, eyes squinting into his grin. It doesn't falter when he's leaning down to take the first bites of his food. 

You're doing the same, surprised at how good it all actually is. Taehyung wasn't really the best of the best when it came to cooking, he had one really good dish and everything else was edible at best. So many times you've tight-lipped smiled through a meal he wanted you to try.

This was nothing like that. “This is wicked good!”

“Right? Jin helped me,” Something about him going to one of your friends for help putting this together warms your heart. A certain type of care that was tied into the simple action that has you swooning, eyes no doubt in the shape of hearts as you watch him from across the table.

He's focused on mixing his noodles around, brows furrowed and nose scrunched to make this real cute look of concentration. He's pushing a large bite into his mouth, lips poked out in a tiny pout as he chews. 

Tongue poking out to lick his lips before he's reaching for his glass to gulp down some water. And you're staring at him the entire time like he's hung the stars. You realize after a moment, shifting in your seat and turning the focus on your own plate again.

“What should we talk about?” Silent moments never really happened between the two of you, not even the comfortable time. Both of you always had something to say and there was always a rebuttal follow after. 

Maybe it was just you, but sitting across from him in this romantic setting, full knowledge that you were on a date... like a potential boyfriend date, had stolen all the conversation topics straight from your brain. It had been different when you were in the car, it was light and friendly, platonic. But sitting across from him, being forced to take him in as a man made it feel awkward(?) for some reason.

He's shrugging his shoulders, lifting a napkin to wipe at his lips while he leans back in his chair. “Why don't you tell me something new about you?”

“There's nothing new,” Soft laughter breaking through your words. “You know everything about me,”

Taehyung is sitting up in his chair, elbows resting on the table and chin finding his palms. “Tell me twice then,” He knew there were quite a few things missing in his mind when it came to knowing you. Of course, he knew the obvious things, your favorite foods, favorite movie, embarrassing middle stories, but he was quickly finding out there was a lot that he overlooked.

He wanted to know that.

It was oddly endearing to hear. Seeing how interested he looked, ready to hang on to every word of yours, even if he's heard it already. So you're quickly searching your brain for something to tell him, something that he may have been oblivious to.

Face lighting up when you're thinking of something. He had been with Ailee at the time, in the early stages of their relationships when she was able to convince him to 'back off' with spending time with you. That entire week was filled with so much recklessness one would not believe.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I got banned from a Cinnabon?”

FEBRUARY 6TH, 2021 | 19:18

Okay. So there was a lot Taehyung didn't know about you. The tiny bit of exhibitionism laced in all of your stories was something he was quickly picking up on. Actions screaming 'look at me' in such an obvious, he couldn't believe that he didn't notice until now.

He shares a lot of things about himself too. The shit he and the guys get into when you're not around to be the voice of reason (the job usually falls on Joon, but he's nothing with a few drinks and Jin on his arm). Drag racing to the edge of a cliff would be where you'd draw the line.

The look of pure horror on your face as he recounted the events is funny to him. 

Dozens of stories follow all the way through your meal and moments after. It's comfortable. But the obvious drag of the toe over his shin keeps things from slipping too far into the friendly side. You play with the idea of going higher, wondering how his reaction would change the higher you go. But, you keep it in your head.

Barely halfway through the date, you couldn't just be jumping his bones because he impressed you with dinner.

“So what's the romantic walk in the park?” You ask when you're riding back down in the old elevator. Tae's got an arm slung over your shoulders again, using the rattle of the machine as an excuse to hold you close.

With the surprise turnaround of dinner, you're excited to see what else he's put together. Almost feeling bad that you had complained about tonight before it even happened. So sure that it was going to be something to roll your eyes at, but you were thoroughly enjoying yourself.

Which was inevitable whenever you were with Taehyung.

“You'll see,” He says in a sing-song tone, taking your hand and leading you out of the building. Fingers wrapping around yours the entire walk to his car where he's pulling the door open for you and guiding you inside.

He's moving to the backseat once you're door is shut, rummaging around on the floor before he's pushing the door closed. Sliding in beside you with a pair of your black platform sneakers in hand, extending them out to with a simple nod of his head. “Put these on,”

You're in shock because these are the same shoes you saw Jungkook take out of your room this morning. Ignoring you when you asked where he was going with them. And now you can't help but wonder just how many of your friends he recruited to make this date happen. It was sweet.

“Did Jungkook give these to you?” Speaking while undoing the tie on your boot, tugging it from your foot with ease.

Taehyung nods, hands moving to push the car into gear. “I asked to grab them after he said I should be sure walking around was comfy since you get grumpy so easily.” It's pretty obvious that Jungkook delivered your message about not wanting to walk around a park in heels in the most subtle way he knew how.

“I do not get grumpy easily,” You're saying with a roll of your eyes, bent forward to tie the laces on your sneakers that you miss the look on his face. But you hear the unconvinced scoff he lets out. “You threaten to beat one of us up at least three times a day,” He's pointing out with a chuckle.

You ignore his fact, extending your leg out in front of you to admire the shoes on your feet, twisting your ankle to give yourself the full view. “Well, you guys always deserve it.” Dropping your leg back down, you turn to face him. Arms crossed on the middle console, face leaned toward his. “So when you say romantic walk do you mean like a string quartet following our every step? Or have you arranged for dozens of shooting stars to appear at the end of our trail?”

Tae's letting out a laugh, hand lifting so he can use his finger to push your face away from his. “Yeah, cause I control the stars,” Forcing his attention to stay on the road to keep the urge of wanting to kiss you at bay. Something that he has been doing for the majority of this date. Date Yn was cute in a whole different light.

Alluring beyond imagination. He nearly lost it when he first felt the tap of your foot against his leg. Not wanting to make a huge deal out of it, so he sat there silently wishing you'd push it up higher. Putting way more focus than necessary on the words that were coming from your mouth.

And now you were leaning in close to him, intoxicating him with your sweet scent and soft voice. Trying to guess what awaits the two of you, each idea more outrageous than the last. You're moving closer with each one until your nose is pressed against his cheek. Car pulled to a stop at a red light, so your lips are puckering brushing against his skin.

“Tell me?” He's shaking his head, lips tucked into his mouth. The lips of your fingers bouncing from his wrist to his bicep, poking at it gently. “Please?” He thinks the pout on your lips is adorable and insistent way you press your lips to his cheek has his brain short-circuiting.

Not used to you like this. But not complaining in the slightest bit. He liked Date Yn. Although, he couldn't help but wonder if this was you on a date or you on a date with him. He doesn't think too hard on it, letting himself enjoy the feeling of your lip on his skin. Breath hitching when your mouth is reaching his neck.

You notice the sigh he lets out, just as your teeth are scraping against his skin. Tongue smoothing over it slowly and it has his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. You're pulling back with a laugh, head tilting up to look at him. Jaw set and eyes glued to the road in front of him.

“Please?” He's a bit ashamed of how his pants tighten at the sound of the begging in your tone. Ignores it as he ignores you, hiding the smile that pushes on his features as he's pulling into a parking spot. “You can relax, we're here.” He says it but doesn't mean it.

Seriously considering taking a few laps around the block if it meant having you kissing up on him like that. Your attention is shifting from him to where he's brought you. Which looks more like a normal park than anything. Before you can pester him for more answers, he's slipping out of the car, going around to open up the door for you.

Within the park is a bridge, couples scattered along it. Walking and holdings hands, sitting close and leaning over the trailing to look at the water. Street lamps creating a pretty glow underneath the night sky. The warmth of Taehyung's arm circling around your waist spreads throughout your body.

Easily being tucked into his side. “There's no crazy surprise, just thought you'd want to look at the water for a bit,” He's walking the both of you to the railing, arm dropping from your body to hold on. Peaking over the edge, you spot a few turtles paddling through the water.

“You know they scream when they fuck?” He's pointing ahead of you at the turtles in the water. “It's like...” He's imitating the loud screechy squeal they let out, loudly. Stealing the attention of some couples close enough to hear.

Hand punching against his chest as you shush him, the sound of your laughter pulling a soft giggle from your lips. “People are gonna think I'm out with a weirdo,” His smile is the prettiest thing you've ever seen. 

His arm drops onto your shoulder to tug you toward him. “You are out with a weirdo,” He didn't even say anything particularly suggestive, but the tone he uses and the look in his eye has a chill running down your spine. Tae takes his time looking you over now that you're much closer to him, eyes scanning over your features.

“Did I already tell you how good you looked?” Arm looped around his and head tilted up so you're getting a better look at his face. “You might've mentioned it,”

Soft lips curling into a smile, he's reaching up toward your face, pinching your nose gently. “Good, then I only need to tell you that you're my best friend,” You're interrupting with a large smile. “I already knew that too,” He's used to the smart-ass look on your face, never knew how attractive he found it until now.

“And... there's more,” His arm is moving from your shoulders, fingers lacing around yours. “You're my best friend and I like you a lot. You know that too, but I meant it when I said I'd make it easy for you to see that. You're special to me and I'm not going to mess this up,” He's got this look on his face that you've never seen before.

Riddled with seriousness, not an ounce of playfulness hidden in his features. He was being genuine. And you could feel it, in some unexplainable way you knew he was telling you the truth. Not sure if it was the pretty dinner he had set up for you or being under the night sky and stars, but you could feel your guard melting away.

You don't bother to talk yourself out of it as you're leaning up on your toes, nose nudging his as your arms wrap around his neck, easily pulling him down to press a kiss to his lips.

FEBRUARY 6TH, 2021 | 20:59

You're walking back to his car hand-in-hand. Back pressed on the door while his hand rests above your head. Face inches from yours and it takes a lot of willpower not to lean up and kiss him. His hand glides up the side of your body until he's able to grasp your hip, pushing your hips back slightly.

“Should I take you home or do you want to spend more time with me?” The two of you had spent a gross amount of time walking along the bridge. Switching from holding hands, to linking arms, to being attached to each other's sides. Kissing breaks against the railing mixed in.

Now he's offering to drive you home, but you've had such a great time with him tonight that's the last thing you want to do. “I don't want to go home yet,” Mouth forming into a slight pout, your hands lifting to link wrists behind his neck.

His lips are sticky with your gloss, forming a slight smirk as he steps in closer to you. “So then that means....?” His brows lift expectantly, waiting for you to fill in the blank. “I want to spend more time with you,” 

Pretty dark eyes shine at your words, even though he knew they were coming. Hand dropping back to curl around the door handle, he's carefully pulling the door open, moving you to the side. “I was hoping you'd say that,” He's ushering you back into the car before moving to the duck in on his side.

It's another fifteen-minute ride back to the abandoned building from earlier. You're way less sketched out this time around, following him in without a bit of hesitance. Cuddling close to him as the elevator rattles up and leading him up the stairs to the roof.

The lights are still up, sparkling prettily against the cloudy sky. Candles blown out, but the flower petals are still scattered around. The table is gone and in its place is an assortment of blankets laid out on the floor in front of it a projector propped on a few boxes. “Tae. There's no way you came up here and did this without me knowing,”

He's grinning from ear to ear, obviously proud of himself as he pulls you further out. “I had Hobi come and do it. He helped set up for dinner too,” There's a laptop set up beside the projector which he's walking to, fingers typing against the keyboard before the title screen of Howl's Moving Castle is appearing.

Standing straight, he's calling you over with a wave of his hand. And you're letting out a sound that would be embarrassing in front of anyone else, excitement building throughout your body as you bounce over to him. Both of you getting comfortable on the sheets as the movie starts. 

You last a good twenty minutes.

His arm had been set behind you, your body cuddled into his side but you're deciding that's not enough. That you want to be closer. It starts with your arm wrapped around his torso, but a few minutes pass and you're not satisfied. So you're moving to sit between his legs, which is better.

Much better. Long legs caging you in and arms wrapped around your waist. You can feel the hammer of his heart against your back. He's trying hard to focus on the movie to not think about the way your ass is smushed against his dick and one wrong... or right move would have him standing at attention.

Just as he's finished his silent prayer that you don't move again, oblivious to your true intentions, you're shifting. Twisting in his arms until you're facing each other, legs spread and outstretched over his thighs. His eyes drop, catching a glimpse of your cotton panties, visible because of how careless you're being in your skirt.

“I've seen this movie a million times,” Hands slipping underneath his jacket to travel from his chest to his neck. He's kicking it into gear the moment he's seeing the look in your eyes, hands dropping to rest low on your hips. “Me too,” He's agreeing, visibly having a conversation in his head before he's letting his hands drop.

Watching your face as he squeezes, the flutter of your eyes, and the drop of your jaw does something to him. Effectively setting his body on fire and it only gets worse when you're leaning down to suck his lower lip into your mouth. “Wanna make out?” You're asking, but not really, tongue already toying with his lip.

“Yeah,” He breathes, just to hear the pretty moan you let out. Attaching your mouth to his, tilting his head back as you shift onto your knees. It's extremely hot how in control you are, never would've expected it coming from you – but he was learning to expect surprises when it comes to you.

You've got a fistful of his hair, swallowing every grunt he lets out into the sloppy kiss. Free hand reaching back to take hold of his, dragging it all the way up to your chest. Hand over his, you're closing his palm around your boob. His hand is much larger than yours, it's an obvious difference. 

He's boldly swiping his thumb where he suspects your nipple to be, grinning against your mouth when he's sure he's found it through your shirt. His other hand moves quickly from your ass, secured around your waist as he easily whips your body around. Loud laughs leaving your lips as Tae swiftly flips you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs.

Again.

Large hands gripping the edge of your shirt, hurriedly untucking it from your skirt. His mouth is quickly finding your ear, teeth nibbling at the skin. You're not sure if you should concentrate on that or his hands slipping underneath your shirt. Mind made up when he's wiggling his underneath your bra, tweaking the nipple he had just teased.

“You looked so pretty, tonight. Who'd you get all dressed up for?” The answer to his question so obvious that it could be rhetorical. But, you know better. The breathy deep tone of his voice pressed right against his ear, being one indicator.

Tae pulls a moan from you by sinking his teeth into the little juncture between your jaw and neck. Nipple pinched between his middle and index finger and your eyes are fluttering, legs spreading. “You, Tae.” Sighing, your head lulls back as his tongue swipes against your skin. Hand moving to continue his assault on the other side.

“Just me,” He's mumbling, so you wouldn't have heard him if he wasn't so close. His head lifts to get a better look at your face, watching the way you bite back your moans as his fingers toy with you. “My tiny,” Leaning down, his nose bumps against yours, just before he's pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I want to hear you,”

His hand glides down your stomach, fingers meeting the piece of jewelry attached to your navel. It's just a thought, a passing one that he laughs at the moment it's popping into his head. But he checks anyway, shocked to see he was right.

Years and years ago, when you had just turned sixteen – he had gone with you to get your belly pierced. Joked about you getting a 'T' piercing since he was the one that drove you and paid for it. He bought it, as a joke of course. Asked you why you never wore it, still as a joke. But here you were six years later, wearing it. And just from the instant way his body reacts, he knows it was never a joke.

“God, you're fucking perfect.” Head lifting so he can see your face when he says it. The blush that takes over your features, that wasn't there when he had his hand up your shirt. Only appearing when he complimented you.

That's cute. 

With a hand buried in his messy hair, you're pulling him down toward you, mouth capturing his again. Tongue pushing in his mouth just as he's slotting his hand between your legs, feeling out the wetness. “Shit, you're fucking soaked.” His words come out more desperate and needy than he intended, plagued by thoughts of how it would feel to be inside you. 

“Bet I'd slide right in,” The tip of his finger traces over your entrance as he speaks, poking at the fabric just enough to have you thinking he'd finger you that way. “Think you'd be able to take all of me?” He's pushing his hips forward, hard cock pressed against your thigh. 

Hips slowly rolling just so you can feel the entirety of him. “Fuck, please. Tae,” You gasp, lower back arching off of the blankets. “Shh, baby. I got you,” Easily nudging your panties to the side, the first thing he does is find your clit. Circling around it with the tips of your fingers as you squirm, screeched moans filling the air.

Neither of you hears the first crack of thunder. Barely notice the first few droplets that hit your bodies. He's more focused on slipping a long finger past your walls, to the knuckle. “Oh, fuck!” Body moving like a jolt as he curls his finger inside of you. Only pulling back to slip another one in along with the first.

He's picking up the pace, pumping his fingers in and out of you while quickly circling your clit with his thumb. The droplets of rain that have soaked his hair, rolling down his face is what has you realizing that it's raining. The thought knocked out of your head when he's pushing a third finger in, the slight pain of the stretch mixing with the pleasure beautifully.

No one's ever looked hotter, you're sure of it. Hooded eyes zeroed in on the movement of his fingers, teeth cutting into his lower lip. Hair damp and sticking to his forehead, the steady flex of the muscles in his chest is visible through his soaked shirt. A soft groan leaves his lips when he feels your walls squeezing around his fingers.

Dropping back down to pull your lips into another desperate kiss, teeth, and tongue clashing as the strokes of his fingers grow bolder. Shoving you toward the orgasm you're chasing. Your hips lift to grind into his hand, fingers curled around his ears to hold his head steady against yours. He's swallowing every gasp and whimper that leaves your mouth, grinning because he knows he's the cause of them.

“You wanna cum, baby? All over my fingers.. do you want me to make you cum?” It's almost like he's taunting you, tips of his fingers teasing that rough patch of skin deep inside of you and ripping a strained cry from your throat. “Please!” He's pressing down harder on your clit, thumb matching the pace of his fingers.

So close you can almost taste it, but it's quickly melting away with the slow of his fingers. Hands shooting to wrap around his wrist, keeping him from pulling all the way out. “Please, what?” He prompts with this maniacal look and you feel like your head is about to explode.

“Please, please make me cum, Tae. Please, I need it... wanna cum all over your fingers,” You hear him curse under his breath before he's pressing his mouth to yours again. It only takes a few strokes of his fingers, thumb pressed against your clit to make you fall apart.

Mind turning to mush, incoherent sentences flying from your lips as your hips grind into his hand. Riding out your orgasm and his fingers don't stop, in fact, he's pushing deeper inside of you, teasing your g-spot.

The dull pressure in your stomach intensifies, spreading throughout your limbs. It's not until his thumb is quickly moving around your clit do you realize what he's trying to do. Eyes going wide as the second wave rips through you, leaving your body in a stream that's forcing his fingers from inside of you.

He almost came at the sound of your scream, the breathless giggle that follows, a sound that he's not even sure you're aware you let out. His fingers are covered with your arousal, so of course, he's pushing them into his mouth to suck the taste off. You watch through hood eyes, the hollow of his cheeks as he sucks, pink tongue slipping out to leak between them.

You're reaching for him with weak arms, mouth open to silently ask for a taste. You half expect him to kiss you, but he's full of surprises tonight. His jaw moves and lips pucker, a glob of spit slipping out and landing on your tongue. Finger tapping at your jaw and you're quick to clamp your mouth shut, swallowing with your eyes on him.

Making a show of opening your mouth to flaunt its emptiness. He's laughing, even more, convinced of your perfection. Lips nearing to pull you in for another kiss, only to be interrupted by the quick shove against his chest, head bowing as you sneeze.

Once. Twice. Three times. He had noticed the rain before, but only now is he putting together how soaked you were... not in the good way. The tip of your nose red from the cold, hair that you spent an hour straightening falling in wet waves.

“Aw, baby.” He coos, reaching to pushing a few damp pieces of hair out of your face. “Let's get you out of the rain.”

FEBRUARY 6TH, 2021 | 22:37

“You sure you don't want to come in? You can change and spend the night,” Taehyung denies with a shake of his head as his car skids to a stop in front of your house. He'd want to fuck you if he was coming up... spending the night. Safe to say you want the same with the way you haven't let go of his thigh since he's started driving.

Not a complaint. 

Fucking you was something that he wanted to do. Thought about it more times than he'd like to admit. But he had a small listen of things he wanted to do first. Tonight wasn't planned but could be excused because it was about you.

He had more things set in his mind to do to prove that he was boyfriend material. To you and to himself. He wanted to get this right. Needed to because it was you. You deserved the best, more than that. You deserved perfection. Because that's what you were.

“I'll call you tomorrow morning,” He promises.

Your face beams, not even bothering to mask your excitement. “Okay,” It's cute how giddy you are at the promise of a phone call.

Tae shoves the car in park so he can lean back to reach into the backseat. Rummaging through his gym bag, presenting a towel after a few minutes. Slightly used, but dry enough to shield you from the rain. He's handing it off to you, just before you're pulling the door open.

“Use that,” It smells like him. It surrounds you as you drape it over your shoulders, head tilting to look up at him. 

He's close, large hand at the top of your head and thumb stroking soothingly against your scalp. “Bye,” He mumbles, but doesn't give you any space to move. And you're just as bad because you repeat his words, but don't make any moves either.

Just sat there staring at each other with these lovesick doe eyes, not saying anything. And it's not weird, or awkward. It's comfortable. Comforting. You don't want to move.

“Wanna go on another date?” Taehyung is the one to break the silence, a question that has your stomach filling with butterflies. Despite the fact, you've just ended a date with him. Haven't even left the car. “Can we go tomorrow?” It's eager and needy, but you don't care.

Care even less when he's nodding. “Yeah, okay. Bye.” He still doesn't move and neither do you. Correction, you do move, but only to get closer to him. Your goodbye dying on his lips as you pull him in for another kiss. 

— you’ve always been cute, soft, tiny in taehyung’s eyes. but that’s changing one night when you’re accidentally sending him a naughty picture. forcing him to realize, maybe his best friend is kinda… hot?

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[dawndelion-winery]

Lover

Diluc × GN!Reader

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @cxlrose <333 I HOPE YOU LIKE IT<3

Posting early because your clown ass needs sleep /lh

Warnings: kissing, established r/s

There were only whispers, stolen glances and unspoken oaths

Flickering fairy lights decked the halls, bundles of flowers bunched up and hung among them

Diluc paced anxiously around the winery, ensuring everything was in place

It had to be. For you

His heart skipped when he heard you knock at the door

It was rather comedic to see the refined winery master bolting down the stairs to greet you

He's spent hours getting ready, yet he still somehow manages to leave his tie crooked

Diluc gets awfully silent when you helped him adjust it

You're so close to him, he could do easily lean forward and kiss you

But he doesn't

He just watches you with a gleaming softness in his eyes

He rests his hands on yours when you're done, gently raising them to his lips to kiss your knuckles

"I've...planned a few things for us, if you don't mind."

You had dinner with him - which he'd prepared himself

He was definitely handy around the kitchen

After dinner, he'd gotten up and walked over to your seat, extending a hand for you to take

He was smiling softly at you the entire night, and you doubted anything could wipe of the lovesick look on his face

As he escorted you outside, it was hard not to notice how much more impatient his footsteps seemed

"What's the hurry?" you asked him

He squeezed your hand and set his coat on the ground amidst the grapevines

"Sit with me, my love?"

Picking a few grapes as he draped an arm around you, he kissed your temple and pulled you closer to him

Crystalflies and butterflies fluttered around the two of you

With a hand cradling your cheek, he plants a sweet kiss on your lips

"Happy Birthday, my darling," he whispered against your lips, pulling away to reveal a golden ring in his other hand, encasing a glinting ruby. "My dear lover."

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